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  1. Okay, so I don't know about the rest of you guys, but when it comes to streams I like them hard, loud and long (that's what she said XD) but no seriously... how about ya'll? When I'm imagining omo or watching it, I like to see someone release a big stream, because the bigger the stream, and the louder, (sometimes longer) and stronger, the more it implies serious desperation. Whether the stream is in the bathroom, outside, a receptacle or really just about anywhere, it don't matter, I am mesmerized by a good, powerful stream after being aroused by the desperation. And as a bonus I love it when someone is especially frantic to finally piss because they were holding all of that in them. Or if it's just gushing and/or leaking out because there's so much, and another bonus-bonus is the humiliation after because they can't stop pissing and it's so much afterwards, or making quite a noise. That's delicious, I'm really big on the humiliation afterwards, of course it doesn't always have to be apparent but I was always enamored with the embarrassment someone feels if they can't stop pissing or if they pissed a LOT. I guess you can also say, I love a good power piss too, I'm a fan of those. Who else~?
  2. hey folks, im looking to buy content from independent creators in the form of desperation and showing off a bladder bulge. i commissioned the attached link from the creator and id love to find more similar stuff. thank you in advance! https://www.manyvids.com/Video/2343252/Super-Desperate-to-Pee-Omorashi/
  3. This should hopefully be my last request thread that I make! I’ve had two before, the first was an unorganized lawless land, the second one had rules, but half of the people even bothered to check on them. This time, I’m ENFORCING the rules! I won’t do a request unless the requester complies! Also, I know this is a lot to read, but it's better than paying money for a drawing! Rule 1: No underage girls. You can ask for them to be aged up, but if you ask for a character who is younger than 18, tell me, or when I look up their age and find it’s less, I will not do the request. I also will not draw anything involving real life people, because drawing people like this without their permission is something I am entirely against Rule 2: This one isn’t actually a rule, but a suggestion. You should not ask for a male character, or a furry character. I won’t do as good of a job as someone who is into or used to that kind of thing. I don’t know/understand what people find attractive in males, so that won’t go well, and I’m not good at drawing fur, or animal proportions, be it facial or bodily proportions. Rule 3: This is an EXTREME request thread! I will only do your request if it is EXTREME. It could be EXTREME holding, EXTREME holding, or even EXTREME holding. I'll even do EXTREME holding, if you ask nicely. You can ask for a bladder meter or xray, although I'm not the best at those. Expect a bladder bulge, and if you want to, you can specify the size of the bladder bulge! Either the amount that she's holding, or the actual size of the bulge itself, relative to whatever you want! Maybe she's holding 5 liters, maybe she has a bulge the size of a basketball, or maybe her bulge is twice the size of her head! It's all up to you! Rule 4: This is a lot more of just something to make sure that you read these rules, like an “I accept the privacy policy terms and conditions” except you actually read these rules. When making your request, specify at least 1 of these options! You can specify your preference for all of them, because the more info I get, the better, but I need you to specify AT LEAST ONE thing! (Also, all of these options are listed from easiest to hardest, so please don’t pick the last option every time. You definitely can, but please don't. Also, keep in mind that the harder you make the request, the longer it may take. Although I'll probably take a long time to get to yours anyway. Not anyone else’s, only yours specifically.) Style: Do you want it to be more cartoon-y, or more realistic? These styles are absolutely going to change as I improve my drawing skills, but I’ll definitely base it around your preference. Shading: Do you want smooth shading, cel shading, or blended shading? (You can also ask for no shading, or even no color if you just want the lineart. Or, you can ask for a line-less drawing. Whatever's up to you, you're requesting.) Background: Do you want a color background, a simple background, or a detailed background? I will not give a detailed background unless you describe the background in detail, (also if you want a color, you can tell me what color you want) (also also, the shading of the simple background will always be cel shaded, but the shading of the detailed background will most likely match the shading you picked already) (also also also, you can ignore those 'always' statements, because you can specify whatever you want in your requests.) Remember to be as detailed as you want! Specify every little detail if you want to! And if you say “Draw this character desperate” and say nothing else, I will find out where you live and use EXTREME violence! And if you want to see more examples of my art before you request, this is an interactive series I’ve been doing for a year and a half, Zone-PINK And this is my previous request thread. Second request thread
  4. POV : Mia Every day when she gets home from work, I hear my roommate bust through the front door, sprint up the stairs, slam the bathroom door, then the toilet lid, and unleash some of the loudest, longest pisses I've ever heard. Sometimes she even groans, says "ohh fuck!" or something. I have no idea why she's so desperate all the time, but I love it so much. I've been thinking about it all the time since I moved in. I always get home before Luna. Today when I got home, I had the cruel urge to re-lock the door behind me when I came in. I don't usually do that. It might seem weird that I did that, but I've been thinking about it for a while and I just want to see Luna busting for a little while longer, you know? I can see the front porch through the doorbell camera. I could also occupy the bathroom, but I wouldn't be able to see her. It would definitely be less suspicious. A : Lock the door B : Occupy the bathroom until she gets home.
  5. It was late at night, and Phoebe was laying in her bed on her phone. She realized she was kicking her legs in response to a bodily sensation, an urgent signal from her body. She was really tired, though, and she eventually just fell asleep. She woke up to the bustle of her roommates, talking in the kitchen and taking turns in the bathroom right by Phoebe's open door. The first thing she noticed was her really full bladder. She usually had to go pretty badly in the mornings, but having retained her urine since last night, it was signifigantly more uncomfortable than usual. She rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, where her roommate was pissing with the door open. Her other roommate Ariel was bobbing up and down, waiting for Sam to get up. "Come on, come on, come on!" Ariel muttered as Sam's liquid waste pattered into the bowl. Phoebe groaned, desperate pulsing emanating from her urine-filled organ. She pressed her legs together and danced as she picked up her toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. Then she stuck her hand between her thighs, pinching her crotch as she brushed her teeth. She had to pee really badly. As soon as Ariel sat down on the toilet, she was pissing hard and loud. The sound was torture for Phoebe, who stuck her butt out as she started stepping around, a wave of urgency threatening to push a leak out. The stream went on for an eternity. Phoebe was spitting and rinsing when it finally ended, practically leaping around trying to hold it all in. She went up to Ariel, effectively calling dibs on next. Holding herself and marching in place, she said "please go fast! I'm about to piss my pants!" "I, uh... I might be here a while," she replied, continuing to sit there after her leak had ended. "Can't you let me go first? I just have to pee!" Ariel clutched her bottom. "I gotta go super bad, I just need some privacy!" "Ughhh!" Phoebe groaned and walked out. "Could you shut the door please!" Ariel called behind her. As it closed, Phoebe almost walked right into her roommate Ira. "Who's in the bathroom?" she asked frantically, holding herself and hopping from foot to foot. "Ariel's pooping. She barely even started yet," Phoebe replied, doing a little dance and tapping herself between the legs, trying to downplay just how urgently she needed to urinate. "Ohh my fucking.... I've never needed to pee worse than right now, I'm so serious..." "You always say that!" "I mean it! Look at this shit!" Ira pulled her shirt up and her leggings down to show off the bump jutting out of her belly. Even with her squirming her hips and stepping around, Phoebe could clearly see her bulging bladder. "Mmmmm!" Ira moaned, doubling over. "I really have to go to the bathroom..." Unable to maintain the somewhat casual demeaner, Phoebe started squeezing and unsqueezing her vagina, stepping side to side. "I still have next, though," she said. "What? No, I can't wait that long! I need to go first!" "That's not fair, I got here first!" "Ughhh!" Ira groaned, rubbing her crotch and marching in place. "Why did I move into an apartment with only one bathroom?" "I'm asking myself the same thing," Phoebe muttered. "It wouldn't be so bad if there weren't so many of us..." "Ohhh..." she groaned. "I can't do this!" she exclaimed suddenly, bolting to her room. Upon entering, a dark patch was visible suddenly blooming between her legs right below her butt before she slammed the door behind her. Phoebe was shocked. Despite feeling like it was about to leak out at any moment, she went up to the door, hand between her tightly pressed thighs, and knocked. "Ira? You okay?" she called. "Fine!" she returned, audibly anxious. Does Phoebe... A - Enter the room B - Keep waiting for the toilet C - Find somewhere else to pee
  6. Hi, its been a while but here is the start of my next story. Been working on it for months but haven't found the time or motivation to write it, so im sort of forcing my hand by posting the first part to get the ball rolling whether I feel ready or not haha. Story does / will include scenes of a sexual nature and some bladder filling through catheters later on down the line. Although I dont tend to go into graphic depictions of it. The Company Retreat. Chapter 1: Complications Breathing heavily Demi continued to run, each footfall sending shockwaves through her aching body as she gasped for breath. Starting in her heel they reverberated up her long slender legs, past her toned backside and into her core. It was there that Demi could feel it, the sensation she had been waiting for all week as part of her routine. The throbbing, tingling inside her abdomen from a bladder full to capacity. She didn’t exactly know when she had first noticed the thrill and sense of sexual excitement that it brought, but now in her late twenties she had become an expert in prolonging and maximising it. Although, given living with a flatmate that she also worked with, it had been hard to find time to enjoy it lately. But with her friend gone for the next few days she had the entire weekend to herself and was starting it out as she meant to go on. The drinks she had downed this morning and the contents of the empty water bottle in her left hand now being heavily restricted by the tight gym clothes she was wearing, the lycra navy shorts a size to small technically but doing exactly the job she wanted them to do. The fire between her legs burning much brighter than the ache from her other muscles and overriding all complaints from her bladder. But approaching the housing estate she lived on, she couldn’t help sigh a little in relief. For the last mile she had been worrying she had overdone it in her eagerness. The extra drinks compared to when she usually did this, increasing the desperation she was feeling to a level where if she had started 20 minutes later she would have worried about being caught short. In reality she knew she could last longer, her muscles well trained after years of playing sport and holding at each and every opportunity that came her way. But the possibility of wetting herself was all part of the fantasy swirling around her lustful and horny mind. It had been months since she had been able to enjoy it more openly, having to sneak in a hold here and there but they were never the same. Her morning run one example, but with Jessie her flatmate joining her, she limited herself to stop any outwards displays. Although, she still got the occasional comments from her friend about how much she was drinking. Crossing the street she checked once again to see if her bottle was empty, it was just like it had been 10 minutes, 5, 2 and 30 seconds ago when she had gone to drink from it. Her eagerness not driven by thirst but longing to load up on more liquids. There was no reason to hide it today. She would make it home nice and hydrated, continue to drink and then see if she could make it through lunch. There was a new eat in Sushi restaurant in town with large windows on three sides, it seemed to always be at capacity. Something she also wanted to be when she went there later, Although, given the light pulses coming from her bladder each time her foot met the concrete, she might have to tone down the large litre bottle she had set out for her on return. After all it was the desperation and fullness she was into, she had no real wish to pee herself in public, the humiliation and shame were real and worrying consequences to her. Although, she would have been lying if the all too real consequences didn’t heighten the other more pleasurable feelings. However, as she rounded the corner of her street she saw something strange, her housemates car was parked outside. It had been gone this morning, the company trip setting off at 7am and it was almost 8 now. Unable to sleep in excitement she had even heard Jessie leave before she got up. Arriving at her house and testing the door handle she found it open and stepping inside she could hear rustling coming from her room. “Jessie?” She called out, the door to her room opening and a slightly stressed woman standing there. Deep tan lines coming out of her strapless crop top that covered a rather ample set of breasts, the half Colombians body the envy of many women who wanted the sumptuous and wide hipped shape that she had. Although few knew how hard her friend had to work to maintain it. “I thought you were…” Demi started before being cut off. “Where have you been, you need to grab that bag I packed for you and we need to go. Jonathan had to back out of the trip because his Nan died or cat died or something, so you get to come. “ Jessie said pointing to a bag in the corner. “Is he ok?” Demi asked, pressing her legs together for a moment “Yeah im sure he is fine.” Jessie added dismissively cramming a coat into the already filled bag. “O…ok, well I will just go and change.” Demi started. “There is no time. We are already late, why didn’t you answer your phone!” Jessie continued, waving her hands around dramatically. Opening her small running belt Demi found the dozen hydration tables she had forgotten about and her phone, which switching it on revealed 9 missed calls and several messages from Jessie. Her attention all aimed inwards and causing her to miss the gentle vibrations from her phone. “Sorry” Demi smiled sheepishly. “Yeah well, let go, now!” Jessie replied, grabbing Demi by the hand and pulling her out of the house without another word. Getting in Jessie’s car Demi felt her bladder throb, but pulling the seatbelt across she reminded herself that this is what she wanted. Besides, it was just a 15 minute drive to the airport and for an international flight she would have plenty of time to pee before boarding. Although part of her wondered what take-off would feel like with a bladder full to the brim, the sudden acceleration compressing it down inside her. But as the car turned on she shook that mental image to the back of her mind, she had read one too many stories of people wetting themselves when the seat belt light doesn't turn off to actually want to try it, no matter how hot she found those she had read. Trying to distract herself she started checking through her bag packed by Jessie and was happy to see her friend had managed to get everything she could possibly need. The brunette always being the more organised of the two so it made sense she would know what to bring, even when she was in a slight panic. “I put that bottle of water you left out in too in case you need a drink” Jessie said as the pulled onto the main road. “Thanks” Demi smiled, not wanting to raise any questions she picked up the bottle and took a large swig from it. Carefully screwing the top back she placed it back in the bag. Although, given it was a flight she would have to get rid of it before going through security. The voice in the bag of her head telling her to just chug it now and enjoy it, but thankfully on this case her better judgement won out. Leaning back she crossed her legs tightly, allowing herself to focus on the feeling in her bladder. The urgency she had felt was much lesser now, making her realise it was mostly all in her head anyway. The dull ache of her full bladder still causing her some discomfort, but it was the fact her weeks plan had been completely ruined that was upsetting her most. She knew that Jessie was probably just thinking it would be good for her to be at this retreat, it would let them get to know a few of the others she worked with. Despite having worked at the company for years together she never really had gotten to know any of them other than Jessie. It would also look good for any promotions she would go for in the future. She had been in this position for almost 6 years now, many people had come and gone but she had just been stuck there, some of the others referring to her as a “lifer”. Demi could think of worse things to do than marketing, but at the same time if she ever wanted to own a house she would need a better paying job. “Right come on, they are waiting for us” Jessie said, hurriedly parking the car a few minutes later. Looking out of the window they were not at the airport but at work. What made it worse was the mini-bus parked across from them, their boss standing with her arms folded and a glare on her face that clearly showed she wasn’t happy with them. “I thought you said Demi would be good to go, you have been more than an hour.” Their boss started at Jessie, her cold and unnerving gaze enough to stop a charging bull. “Im sorry, there were some complications.” Jessie said, trying to be diplomatic, heaving a bag into the back of the minibus. “Well, I don’t care. We have a booked room this evening at the lodge that we need to get to on time. I wont have our business wasting money booking things, only for people like you two, to make us miss the appointments. Now lets go!” Loading her bag and getting on the bus Demi grabbed a seat by the window, re-crossing her legs and placing a hand between them. It would be fine, she told herself. She had already been planning on holding it for another couple of hours, aiming to make it through lunch. She had held it plenty of times in past and hadn’t really had an accident in years. Most of her "accidents" usually just her peeing herself in the brief moments of secrecy and timed between Jessie appearing or not. Thinking about it, it wasnt since she was at uni that she had actually wet herself properly, the really memorable time was when she had found herself bursting to after holding it from Friday morning all through her lectures and even a night out with pint after pint of cider. But getting back to halls she had kept holding it on her bed, by 1am her whole body was awake with electric energy as she bounced on her heel with a hand in her pants. Alcohol lowering her inhibitions and making her tipsily push her body further and further. Only for the fire alarm to go off just at the wrong moment, her RA banging on all their doors as someone in the corridor opposite burnt their pizza. She had been forced from her bed, bladder quivering with need to stand in the cold with all her flat mates. After 17 hours it was impossible to hide her bladder bulge or desperate antic’s, many of her housemates watching on or even laughing at the predicament. It was still one of the most embarrassing, painful and erotic moments of her life. Somehow she had survived the 30 minutes wait for the security team to arrive and confirm the building was in fact not burning down. As soon as they had said it was ok to go in she had rushed in, through to her room and slammed the door shut. Her control immediately failing before she could reach her en-suite. She had stood just inside the bathroom wetting herself and furiously masturbating to 1, 2, 3, countless orgasms as pain gave way to sheer pleasure. How many times had she thought about that night over the last few years, she missed the freedom of those more carefree and explorative years. Feeling the engine turn on Demi couldn’t help but let out a little sigh, but embarrassingly it wasn’t in desperation. Despite the fact she was surrounded by her colleagues, it seemed the pleasure she had been building up inside herself was going nowhere, not helped by her reminiscing about that night. The gentle vibrations causing ripples in her bladder and goose bumps to form all over her body. Her subconscious doing its best to humiliate her as she went wide eyed, a familiar tingling starting to develop inside her. She was now stuck on a bus for who knows how long and without access to a bathroom, one of her ultimate fantasies. She would never have designed it this way, but that didn’t stop her head feeling a little lighter headed than normal. Swallowing deeply and feeling her nipples hardening against the tight fabric of her sports bra she tried to focus on something else, anything else! “Alright ladies” Her boss said standing up at the front. Thank goodness…Demi thought. “So we have to be in Bern (Switzerland) by 6pm and thanks to our tardy colleagues here.” She said indicating to them both, “we are running over an hour late. To fix this we are going to have to cut out a number of our stops on the way there. We had scheduled 5, each around 15 minutes.” She continued, pulling out a large itinerary of everything they were supposed to be doing. “But in light of the delay this morning I’m afraid we are only going to be able to make one stop.” “But what abut...comfort breaks?” Sally brought up, the small petite woman known for two things, her love of hamsters and frequent toilet breaks at the office. Even at work functions she would usually be the one asking around to see if anyone else needed to go. A strange need to socialise when peeing, or perhaps to make her fell less like she was the only one who needed too. “We are all grown women, you just have to hold it. Its only a few hours and we will stop in France.” Their boss continued before taking the drivers seat at the front. Starting to pull out of the large car park and heading off for the corporate retreat, Demi couldn't believe what she had just heard. --------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story. Then next couple of chapters are more or less written so should be out relatively soon. If you have any thoughts or comments I would love to hear them!
  7. I woke up early one morning to my usual alarm: a full bladder. The familiar swell of morning urine was visible by a bump in the waistband of my baby blue panties. I was so tired, but I managed to roll out of bed and stumble into the hallway. "Hey, Felicity," my roommate greeted as she entered the bathroom. I shyly covered my chest, wearing only a white tank top. "Hey," I mumbled back as she shut the door. My hand went to my crotch as the sensation started to get to me. I retreated into my room and threw on a big, black t-shirt. I wasn't going to get completely dressed since I usually went back to bed after I pee'd for the first time. I sat on the edge of my bed, squirming and pinching at my crotch. I could hear the patter of my roommate's urine stream through the walls, an uncomfortable reminder. I heard the front door open and close. "Danielle?" a male voice called. My heart started fluttering. I had a huge crush on my roommate's brother. "I'm in the bathroom, I'll be right out!" she called back. I really wanted to talk to him. I hurried over to my mirror and sat on the floor in front of it, my legs criss-crossed and jiggling from my need to pee. I hurriedly started brushing my knotted, silver-blond hair, scooting back and forth. I took out my makeup and started on that, too. It was a little tedious because I could hardly sit still. I winced and wriggled my butt as I screwed the eyeliner cap back on, grabbing my vagina right after. Man, I had to pee. I had to pee so bad my back teeth were swimming. I moved my foot under my butt so I could scoot my pussy into my heel. Not long after that, if I wasn't holding or rubbing myself, I was fucking with the waistband of my underwear. The bit of pressure it put on my pee baby was enough to make me aware of it, slightly intensifying my distracting urge to urinate. I was desperate by the time I finished. I could hear the two talking in the main room. I stood up and froze there with my legs crossed for a minute, my full bladder pulsating with urgency. I stood dancing at my dresser as I pulled off my big shirt and decided what to wear. I almost couldn't even think. My urinary system demanded so much of my attention. My urethra, as well as my thighs, were constantly straining to keep my pee in. I never held my morning pee in this long. It was practically unheard of. I hopped from foot to foot, huffing in frustration. I was overthinking my outfit. Plus, I was starting to sweat from having to pee so bad. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, squeezing and unsqueezing between my legs and pulling at my the butt of my underwear like I had a wedgie or something. I threw something on, checked myself out in the mirror (pee dancing of course), then took it off and stood there puzzling again. A surge of pressure threatened to make me piss myself right there. I gripped myself and doubled over, filling my cheeks with air and squeezing my eyes shut. A little bit of pee trickled out and dampened my underwear, making me hop around and writhe madly to keep my urine in. My eyes were watering. I thought I had more control than this. I couldn't believe I was about to piss myself! I jumped into some jean shorts and threw on a sweatshirt, deciding any further outfit choice could be made after my pressing need was taken care of. It was an emergency. I scrambled to my bedroom door and swung it open, finding myself face to face with my roommate's brother. "Hey," he greeted, with a smile that made me melt. "H-hey," I replied, struggling to stay composed. "I didn't know you were home," he said, entering the bathroom. No no no, please, let me in first... "Oh, yeah, I'm home," I stuttered awkwardly, trying to nonchalantly cross my legs. My bladder was pounding with urgency. He looked down at my antsy feet. "Hey, do you want to use the bathroom first?" he asked, stepping out. I turned so red my face felt hot. "No, no! Go ahead, seriously! I was just... going to get some breakfast." "Ah," he said, smiling at me as he shut the door. I wedged my hands between my thighs and doubled over. I couldn't even remember a time where I needed to pee this badly. "Breakfast, huh?" my roommate teased from down the hallway. I shushed her. "What do you want? A smoothie? A bowl of cereal with extra milk? Whatever you have, you're definitely gonna want some orange juice." I hobbled into the kitchen, sitting uncomfortable on a stool and tightly crossing my legs, rocking back and forth. "I have to go so bad, Dani, I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants..." "Why'd you wait so long?" There was a pause. "You were doing your makeup for Adam, is that it?" "Shut up! No I wasn't!" I said in a hushed voice. "Well, you probably have time to pee in the sink. He told me he had to shit." My heart sunk. "What? You're joking." She shrugged. "He did offer you the bathroom first. You didn't wanna take it. So what do you want to eat, for real this time?" I gasped as a little bit of urine leaked out. I squeezed my crotch and froze, tightening every muscle in my body. "Jeez, Felicity..." "Don't do that..." I muttered, hiding my face in my hands. "This is so embarrassing..." "Hey, everyone's gotta pee," she playfully punched my in the shoulder. "Distract yourself. What do you want to eat?" I groaned. "I don't want to pile anything on top of this," I said, grimacing. "Eggs it is," she said, pulling them out of the fridge. "You want toast, too?" A little bit more urine leaked out and I jumped out of the seat, writhing around crazily, trying not to piss on myself. "O-Oh my god!" I gasped, dropping down to one knee to dig my heel into my dribbling vagina. The pressure just wouldn't dissipate. It lingered furiously, threatening to push more liquid waste out of my exhausted urethra at any moment. My underwear was pretty warm and wet at this point. I could feel the firm shape of my bloated urinary organ in my lower belly, especially when I tried to stand up straight. Danielle lowered her voice. "Okay, completely serious, you probably do have time to pee in the sink. It's better than peeing your pants." "I can't!" I said, on the brink of tears. "Ohhh god..." I whined, wriggling like crazy. "Look at me. Are you gonna pee your pants if you keep holding it much longer?" My bladder felt like it was going to explode. It hurt so much I couldn't breathe. I couldn't answer her question. I just unbuttoned my shorts and, holding myself as tight as I could, got up and rushed to the sink. I peed a little bit as I stood up. I yanked my shorts down and hopped up on the sink, bursting almost as soon as I was in position. I let out a choked sigh of relief, shuddering with euphoria. As if on cue, I heard the bathroom door open. In terror, I clenched every muscle below my waist, painfully stemming the stream to a dribble, and hopped off the sink. I frantically yanked my pants up, slowly wetting my underwear more and more. I writhed around and clutched at my vagina, desperately trying to force my screaming, overfull bladder to stop draining. Adam turned the corner as the dribbling grew to a jet of piss spraying out of my urethra, soaking the crotch of my jean shorts, rapidly traveling down my inner thighs and letting yellow liquid streak down my legs. His face went white, looking completely shocked as he watched my soil my pants. Danielle had her hnds cupped over her mouth in shock. Urine pattered at my feet. My legs were pressed tightly together, and my hand was gripping my squirting vagina. I couldn't look in anyone's direction as I suddenly bolted past them and into the bathroom, my bladder continuing to drain as I did so, undoubtedly leaving a trail of piss behind me. I emptied my bladder completely into my shorts while I sat on the toilet, wholeheartedly mortified and in disbelief of what just happened.
  8. I was invited to a party at a cabin, and stayed hydrated throughout the entire night of heavy drinking, breaking the seal only once when I pissed my bikini in the hot tub. I was really desperate to go by that point, and not too long after we all went to sleep. Nobody knew. I had a dream that my bladder was so full it exploded. When I woke up, it really felt like it was going to. I had to pee like crazy. I usually lay in bed for a while when I wake up, but that morning I just couldn't. My bladder was really, really full. I sat up and held myself, scooting into my hand. I could feel my tummy distending, expanding to hold all of the hot urine I was retaining. My tight pajama shorts restricted it around the middle. I ran to the bathroom and stopped in the doorway, seeing one friend throwing up in the toilet, one comforting her, and one brushing her teeth in the mirror. "Mornin'!" the last one greeted. "Mornin'," I couldn't keep from holding myself and squirming. I was literally trembling from how badly I needed to pee. The more I woke up, the more aware I was of just how severe my need to pass liquid waste was. I was sure I didn't have much time. "Is this the only bathroom?" I asked. Her eyes flicked down to my jiggling legs for a second. "Yeah, unfortunately. I almost pissed myself on the way over here, but I got to use it before she got to it." As if on cue, my friend retched and coughed. "Poor thing," she continued. I needed somewhere, anywhere, to empty my bladder of all this hot urine. "You think it'd be obvious if I took a dip in the hot tub?" I presented it as a joke, but it really wasn't. I was dying. My friend laughed. "You'd better not let 'em see you dancing like that before you go in! I don't mind, but I'm not speaking for everyone else..." "Why don't you just pee in the bathtub?" asked the girl comforting the one bent over the toilet. "Or outside? Plenty of trees." "I need a lookout," I was stepping around and shaking my hands at my sides, trying not to be overly dramatic. "But the bathtub is a strong contender." She scooted over so I had room to sit on the wall. I hesitantly walked over, holding myself. I grabbed onto my waistband to pull my shorts down. "Actually, I don't know," I said, pee dancing. "I'm really nervous to go in front of everyone. Plus in the tub like this..." I pressed my thighs together and jolted my butt back, a pang of urgency threatening to force some pee out. I winced, then held my breath and filled my cheeks with air from the discomfort. "Ooh, but I really need to go!" I groaned. "Just wait for the toilet," the girl sitting on the tub said. "She can't be much longer now." I waited and waited and waited, shifting positions every couple of seconds, squirming and whimpering. I felt like I was gonna cry. I leaked a little bit into my underwear and strained every muscle in my body trying to keep the rest in. "I can't wait, I have to go!" I said as I ran out of there. I raced into my room, stuck my hands inside my underwear (I was wearing a bikini bottom under my shorts) and squeezed my bare pussy, jumping around. I picked my bikini top up off the ground and twisted my legs up while I put it on, swaying my hips. I was trying so hard not to pee on myself. As soon as it was on, I held myself inside my shorts again, and a little bit seeped out right into my fingers. I lifted my leg onto the bed and buried my face in the covers, rubbing my heel into my groin. It was starting to genuinely hurt now. I didn't have time to wallow in agony. I had to pee right away or I was going to have an accident. I rushed out of my room. My bladder was so full that I felt a pang of discomfort with every hurried step I took. At this point, I was really trying to hide it, but I couldn't move without pissing if I didn't hold myself. I got to the hot tub, not bothering to grab a towel. I pulled my shirt off, jumping around, making the huge amount of liquid in my poor bladder slosh around. As soon as my shorts hit my ankles, my urethra gave out and piss started squirting out me. My hands shot to my crotch, my fingers getting wet as it dribbled down my thighs. I was pissing full force as I frantically threw my leg over, yellow liquid leaking down the hot tub wall. I fell into the hot water, then hurriedly sat up to look casual, urinating hard. A dropped my head back and moaned in relief, finally emptying myself into the basin of bubbling, hot water.
  9. "Remember when Riley pee'd herself at Rachael's house?" Daphne announced to everyone at the sleepover. Riley's cheeks burned red. She smirked, trying to cover her embarrassment. "My bladder was too full," she reasoned. "You guys wouldn't let me into the bathroom!" "It was funny!" she chortled. "Come on, you're not still mad about that, right?" "Remember when Daphne farted in front of her crush?" The girls erupted in laughter. Daphne didn't. She was seething. "We wouldn't have kept you out of the bathroom if you weren't being so goofy about it! You were, like, jumping around and shit!" "I had to go really bad! What, you've never had to pee bad before?" "I have, but I didn't act like that!" She huffed. "Hey, guys, I wonder if she's still that dramatic." Usually quiet Rachael spoke up. "Only one way to find out," she said. She looked nervous when Riley shot her a confused look. "Yeah, there is! We should find out!" Daphne said. "Nobody let Riley use the bathroom for the rest of the night." A couple of girls chuckled. "What? Don't do that again!" she demanded. "Are you serious? We're literally adults." "We were adults last time!" "Exactly!" Riley said a little too loud, then shrunk down into her seat. Truthfully, she was filled with anxiety. She'd had to pee for a while. "Oooh, Riley's mad. Okay, you can't go potty until tomorrow morning." "What!? I can't wait that long! I haven't even broken the seal yet and we've been drinking!" "Then you should probably lay off the fluids," Daphne joked. "No way," Riley said, filling another shot glass. "No way I can hang out sober around you fucks." Some time passed. They all got drunker and Riley began to feel the urge to urinate rapidly intensifying. "Ooh," she groaned to herself and pressed her hand in between her legs. She nonchalantly got up and headed for the toilet. "Hey, don't let her go!" Daphne shouted. Someone grabbed Riley's foot. "Dude, seriously, this isn't funny!" "It is for us," said the girl holding her foot. "Fine, I'll wait! Just let me go!" She was released and she stormed back to where she was, plopping down and trying to ignore the uncomfortable sensation from her urinary system. Pretty soon, she was squirming and jiggling, as openly desperate as she usually was. Time passed. They drank some more and the desperate girl continued to fill herself with more and more liquid. As her need to urinate worsened, Riley sat on her ass and scooted back and forth, rubbing her pussy with both hands. She squeezed herself and moved forward onto her knees, digging her heel into her crotch and pulled her pants away from her aching bladder. She needed to pee so badly! She started perspiring from the effort of keeping it all inside her body. It ached to pee let out. "They're only gonna keep messing with you if you keep making it obvious," the girl next to her whispered. "I can't sit still..." Riley winced, "or I'm gonna pee!" "Just try," she told her. "You can slip away once they stop paying attention." She took a deep breath and forced herself to stop squirming. She continued to strain every muscle in the region. She whined a bit, forcing her hands to stay casually limp in her lap. Her bladder was huge, tight, and screaming. "They're called kegels. You should look them up," she said as she poured another shot. She made a genuine effort to research kegels on her phone, but because of her inebriation and her inability to think about anything other than her desperate need to piss, she gave up. "I'm so uncomfortable!" she said to no one in particular. "I have to pee so bad I'm gonna die...!" She got startled out of her skin when someone dug their fingers into her sides and tickled her, forcing a second-long jet of piss out of her as they did it. She yelped and bolted away, managing to stem the stream by squeezing herself tightly and wriggling around frantically. Daphne was the tickler, laughing hysterically with a few other people. Riley turned and ran into the bathroom, but someone grabbed her shirt and held it, keeping her in the doorway. "Pleasee!" she begged, clutching herself and dancing madly. Daphne ran ahead and shut the bathroom door, then sat down and leaned against it. "You guys are so mean!" she started hopping from foot to foot, trying not to pee on herself. "Does someone want the last of this?" one girl said, holding up an almost empty bottle of tequila. "Give me that," Riley said, grabbing the bottle from her and downing its contents, crossing her legs. "I'm not trying to remember this shit." Pretty soon after that, it was all Riley could do to keep from crying. No matter how much she writhed, danced, or grabbed at herself, she couldn't lessen the intense pressure and discomfort. She could physically feel the unnaturally overstretched size of her screaming bladder, bulging out of her belly and pressing up against her other organs. A small leak seeped out of her vagina, so she lurched forward and grabbed at herself madly, whining and whimpering. She was absolutely dying to urinate. "Hey, Daphne fell asleep first," someone said. "How are we going to fuck with her?" "We should..." Riley swallowed, cringing and jiggling, "we should put her hand in warm water!" The girls gasped. "We should!" Rachael said. "I'll go get a bowl of water..." Riley spurted again, scooting her butt around and jiggling crazily. "Mmmph...! D-don't need to..." she pulled the popcorn bowl over to her, stood up squirming and whimpering, dropped her pants and underwear and squatted over the bowl. Everyone gasped. Immediately, a torrent of piss jetted out of her, loudly splattering against the plastic. "Ohhh god..." she moaned, covering her face in shame. She couldn't hide how good it felt to finally drain her dangerously overfull urinary organ. She peeked up. Most were looking away, some were laughing. Rachael was staring wide-eyed, cheeks red as a tomato. Riley gave her a weird look before she suddenly exclaimed "watch!" Riley looked down and saw the bowl was almost filled to the brim. "Ahhh--!" she whined, trying to stem to flow and stand up. It kept leaking out. Riley gripped her pussy until she quit dribbling, cringing at the discomfort of stopping. She still had to urinate so urgently it still felt like a loss of control was imminent. She immediately pulled her pants up, stepping side to side. Then she scooted the bowl of her hot, steaming piss to where Daphne was sleeping and, trying to keep her squirming to a minimum as she dug her heel into her crotch, gently placed her hand in the yellow liquid. "Oh my god!" one girl exclaimed. "That's so fucking disgusting!" "You guys were gonna make me piss my pants a second time! I don't want to hear it!" Riley snapped, pressing her fingers into her groin as she sat cross legged, gyrating her ass. "Ohhh I still really have to gooo..." "No way," someone said. "You filled that whole bowl up. I didn't even think someone could pee that much." "It's not even that much--" she stopped when she heard something like hissing and trickling. Darkness was spreading down Daphne's crotch, forming a big crescent on her butt and a puddle under her. Hushed, hysterical laughter filled the room. One girl even took a video. "Oh my god, I can't watch this!" Riley said as she got up and bolted to the other side of the room, hopping around and squeezing madly at herself. A hot little spurt came out, and she gripped herself tightly, ready to burst. The amount of urine that came out of Daphne was surprising. There was a huge puddle, trailing across the floor. Another, bigger spurt forced its way out of Riley's tired, burning urethra. Her eyes started watering from the exertion. She started to dribble and she couldn't stop it, even though she was jumping up and down and rubbing crazily up her crotch. Then she froze, pressing her thighs together and doubling over, as the dribble grew to a jet and soaked her pajama shorts. It dribbled down her legs and pattered to the ground at her feet. "Riley's peeing her pants!" somebody said. The girl who was filming Daphne suddenly turned her phone to her. "Noo..." Riley groaned, dropping her head in shame, sort of hiding her face from the camera. She started to be able to hear it hissing out of her. It felt so good to relax, but she was humiliated. The laughter died pretty quickly when Riley started to cry. Her stream went for a long time, eventually completely voiding herself of urine. She tried to stifle it, but she was clearly upset. "Hey," Rachael said, touching her shoulder. Riley looked up. Nobody was filming her. "I have a change of pants you can wear after you take a shower. I assume you want to?" Riley nodded, awkwardly following Rachael out of the room. As she left, she heard someone say "let's make Daphne clean up the piss..." The pair entered a completely different bathroom in the house. "I'm sorry I didn't show this to you," Rachael told her, "it's just hard to go against this group, you know?" She ran the shower for her. "Do you still need to pee?" Riley shook her head. "Think I got it all out." Without warning, Rachael dropped her pants and pissed hard into the toilet. "Them keeping you out kind of kept us all out," she said. "I had to go bad."
  10. When drinking a full cup of coffee became part of Chloe’s morning routine, the effects were pretty noticeable. She was of course much more energetic, which was a trait of hers that didn’t need intensifying. She was far more alert during school; there was no more falling asleep during lectures. She also found herself full of urine much more often than she wanted to be. Her bladder was rather small, and the coffee-loving girl was literally in a state of needing to pee more often than she wasn’t. It was hard to get used to for the first month or so. She had many ‘close calls,’ going from kind of needing a toilet to absolutely dying for a piss before she knew it. At that point, she would almost always be in the car, the middle of class, or anywhere else without immediate access to a lavatory. She held it for so long and so often that she sort of got used to the feeling. It was because of this, she believed, that her bladder had stretched to a much greater size than it once was. When before if she found herself squirming on a long car ride, she would be filled with anxiety over not making to the toilet in time. Now, she could casually play the license plate game with a severely overfull belly and confidently wait until an opportunity to go arose naturally. She would squirm and fidget, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for her anymore. Sometimes on the weekends, when she’d skip her morning routine out of laziness, she wouldn’t even enter the bathroom at all. She’d immediately go downstairs, have some breakfast, and a nice cup of coffee. One saturday morning, she did just that. Chloe groggily opened her eyes and rolled out of bed. She had slept in a big white t-shirt that went down to her knees and black underwear. The only thing she did to get ready was pull on some shorts. She ate some cereal and drank her coffee in front of the TV. She had to pee. Pretty badly, actually, but she didn’t mind. About an hour and a half later, her big sister, Emily, woke up and kicked her off the TV, so she went into the backyard and jumped on the trampoline. By then, she urgently needed to urinate, but she still payed it no mind. The liquid sloshed around inside her as she jumped, the weight of it shifting harshly up and down. A while after that, Emily came outside to take the trash out. “Why are you holding yourself like that?” she asked with a sneer. Chloe hadn’t even noticed she was clutching herself between the legs. She forced her hands by her side and shrugged, even though she knew exactly why. “You gotta pee, is that it?” Emily asked. “No!” Chloe defended, embarrassed. “God, you’re so weird. You better not bother me when Jack gets here. I don’t want you embarrassing me in front of him. If you go out, don’t forget your house key. I’m locking the door when we go to the movies.” She went back inside. Chloe’s need had increased exponentially in only a couple of minutes, and now she could barely keep herself from a full-blown potty dance. “That’d be the coffee,” she mumbled, but she didn’t want to go right after she lied to her sister about not needing to. She kept jumping for a while longer, even though it was like shaking a water bottle. She turned away from the windows so Emily wouldn’t see and squeezed herself inside her underwear. The old her would have immediately rushed into the house for sweet relief if it was that bad, but she was so comfortable with it that she stayed on the trampoline for quite a while. It eventually felt like pee was going to start squirting out of her with every jump if she didn’t go soon, so she went back into the house. The backdoor led directly into the kitchen, which then led to the living room, where she saw Emily and Jack giggling on the couch together. When she saw her sister, Emily’s face suddenly turned sour. “What are you doing back in the house?” “Just- getting a drink,” she said sheepishly. “Kitchen’s that way, retard.” Chloe spun around, went back to the kitchen, grabbed a coke and left. Sometimes she wished she were more open about her bodily functions, but it was alright now that she could hold as much liquid inside her as she wanted. She drank the coke as she rode her penny board down the road on the way to her friend Abby’s house. She hoped she’d be home. Maybe she’d be able to use her bathroom. It was hard to stay balanced when she was bursting as bad as she was, but she did well, even on the way-too-loose trucks she had on her penny board. With every kick to propel herself, she felt her bloated bladder throb. Chloe finished the coke as she rode up to the house, squeezing herself with her free hand. She heard people laughing in the backyard, so she around and saw Abby and a few of her other neighborhood friends in the pool. “Chloe!” Abby said. Chloe’s cheeks flushed red a little bit. “Were you guys going to get me?” she asked. “They were going to after I left since I have to be at ballet really soon. If you rush home and get your bathing suit we can hang out for a little while before I have to leave, but you have to go, like, now.” “How much time do you have?” “Not much. Come back as fast as you can!” She left and skated down the road as fast as she could. If she was going swimming, she could pee in the pool. It was weird, but she liked peeing in the pool more than she liked going in the toilet. Not to mention it saves water. She sprinted inside, ignoring whatever comment her sister had thrown at her, and found her bathing suit. It was a red one piece. She tore off her clothes and pulled it on, leaving the house less than a minute after she arrived. Both of her hands were in between her legs as she rode, squeezing and tapping every chance they got. She was really bursting now at this point. The entire night’s worth of urine still sat inside her stagnantly, plus the milk from her cereal, the cup of coffee, and pretty soon, the can of coke. She was still confident in her ability to hold as long as she wanted, though. This wasn’t even the fullest she’d ever been. She thought back to when she downed an entire box of capri-suns and then went on a four hour long car trip to her grandparents house. She was trembling and squirming for the entire drive. She got kind of scared that she’d lose it then, but she managed to wait all the way there, and through the tedious hugs and catch up conversations. It was the most relieving pee she’d ever taken. When she got to Abby’s, she ran around back to find everyone had left and Abby was drying off. “Shit, Chloe, I’m so sorry!” she said, “I really thought I had more time than this.” Chloe’s cheeks turned red again. “It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She turned and left, disappointed and embarrassed. She was seriously busting for a piss as she rode home. She didn’t drink as much, but she’d been holding for much longer than that car ride. Her muscles were getting tired. She tried to keep her hands away from her crotch, but it was no use. Although she was sure she could hold it, she rode much faster than she would if she were empty. The urgency was distracting, and on one kick, the other foot was too far to the side. The board turned rapidly and was sent flying in front of her. She fell on her butt, and because of the speed, she was also thrown on her side. Her elbow hit the concrete really hard. She grimaced, her elbow throbbing and her bottom stinging. She extended her arm, cracking it at the joints. She stood up and felt her butt, and immediately turned beet red. Her suit had was badly torn up. She ran and got back on her penny board, skating as fast as she could back home with both her hands concealing her behind as best she could. Although she needed to pee so bad that her crotch demanded to be held, her decency was more important. She could hold it as long as she wanted. Chloe sprinted inside her room and shut the door before anyone saw. She changed back into her other clothes and threw away her bathing suit. She tried to get into the bathroom, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw her sister on the toilet. “Chloe!” she scolded, grabbing the door and slamming it in her face. She felt so humiliated and stupid. Why couldn’t she do anything right? Her friends had better things to do, her favorite bathing suit was ruined, and her elbow hurt so bad she didn’t want to move it. She also needed to pee so bad she couldn’t stand it. The coke had made its way to her already full bladder, but she was too embarrassed to be seen in the bathroom, even after her sister left. She flumped down on the bed and started to cry. Frustration cries were good. In twenty minutes, she felt much better. Abby was free tomorrow, she’d get a new bathing suit, and her elbow would heal. She still needed to pee extremely badly, though. She jumped up and went to go to the bathroom, but she smelled something foul as she approached the door. She knocked on it. “What?” Emily yelled, audibly annoyed. Chloe sighed, burying her hands in between her legs. She felt ready to pop, but she was still confident in her ability. She grabbed some money from her sock drawer and decided to ride her penny board up to the gas station, which was almost a half hour long ride. About fifteen minutes in, she began to realize that exercise made it harder to hold her pee in. By the time she got to the gas station, it was an emergency. She rested her penny board on the side of the building and ran inside, only to find that the restroom was closed. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Why was her luck so bad today? She was stepping around and squeezing herself as hard as she could. That was the main reason she came all the way here! She only had three dollars, only just enough to buy one thing. The ride over had made her parched. No one in their right mind would buy a drink when they’re bursting to pee, but Chloe believed she could hold it forever. She was trying her best to keep still as the cashier rang up her quart size gatorade, but she wasn’t doing a very good job of it. She politely thanked the cashier with her legs twisted up like a pretzel and rushed outside to get her penny board, but it wasn’t where she left it. Her heart sank. Someone must have stolen it. This must be the worst day of her life. She got it for nine dollars at a yard sale, but it still made her angry. On top of that, the poor girl still had to pee so bad. She started the long walk home with one hand between permanently her legs. She absentmindedly drank the gatorade, despite her urgent need to urinate, and she finished it in about fifteen minutes. Her belly ached from the fullness. Another fifteen minutes after that, when she’d be arriving if she had her penny board, she was almost halfway home. Her need to constantly pause to double over and hold herself didn’t get her home any quicker, either. She still firmly believed in her steel bladder, but it seriously felt like pee was going to start coming out any moment. When she was three quarters of the way home, the gatorade started to hit her. She picked up the pace, briskly walking while intermittently clutching at herself. It was getting really bad. There was so much urine in her pulsating bladder that it had stretched taut and palpable. Twenty minutes later, Chloe was absolutely dying. The entirety of the gatorade seemed to have quickly made its way through her small body and took up residence in her bloated organ. She was half-running half-waddling, squeezing and clutching herself until her knuckles turned white. She felt like crying again. She couldn’t stand it any longer! Her neighborhood came into view, and her house was just a couple more blocks. She was starting to question her ability again. Before she was certain that she could hold it forever, but it felt like she was about to explode! Halfway down the first road, she felt a hot little spurt. She stopped in her tracks, her legs locked together and her hands squeezing hard. She stood there like that for a minute, trembling, her bladder screaming and pleading for relief. She took a deep breath and kept going. Was she really going to lose it? She’d held so much before, but this was a lot, even for her. A night and a day was contained inside her, begging to be let out. Her underwear felt wet. She was on the next road when another hot spurt came out. Instead of stopping, she tried to go faster, but it was a fatal mistake. The spurt turned to a stream that shot powerfully into her shorts. She stopped and held herself like before, but it kept coming. Glistening urine streamed down her legs and dripped onto the pavement. It faltered, squirting intermittently before coming to a stop. It didn’t help at all. If anything, it made it worse. On top of her engorged bladder which ached severely, her urethra now stung like an overworked muscle. As her house came into sight, she started running as fast as she could (which, in her condition, wasn’t very fast) with both of her hands inside her underwear. Urine sloshed around inside her belly as she did so. Her bladder begged her to stop, but she was in the homestretch. She got to her house, sprinted up, and tried the door... Locked. She suddenly remembered Emily telling her to remember to take her house key since she was leaving. She didn’t remember. Chloe was going to explode if she didn’t empty herself soon. She was filled with so much hot piss that it felt like there were gallons of liquid inside of her. She ran around back to try the door, but it was also locked. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t stand the pain anymore. Her entire body trembled as another leak started to come out. With shaking hands, she yanked down her shorts, lifted her long shirt, sat down in the grass, and let go. The relief was beautiful. Her stream was a hissing, golden fountain loudly splattering against the grass. She moaned in relief, not caring that the splashback was soaking her feet and legs. She put her hand on her stomach, feeling her bulge deflate like a balloon. “Oh my god,” she moaned. Her pissing went on and on. She looked down to see the impressive river traveling downhill through the grass. It also pooled around her butt, which was a bit repulsive, but the relief was so orgasmic she couldn’t care any less. As it finally dribbled to an end, she pulled her soaked shorts back up and sat on the front porch, waiting for Emily to get home.
  11. "Gwen...!" Haydee whispered shakily, holding herself. Her bladder was so full that she couldn't stand up straight. Gwen didn't respond, and continued looking through the shelves for something to buy. "Gwen!" she whispered a little louder, squeezing her crotch and rubbing her thighs together. "What?" she replied, sounding annoyed. "I have to go...!" "I know. We both do. Remember? We pee'd at the same time, drank the same amount, and we waited the same..." "No! I mean, I'm just not..." she stuttered, intimidated by her friend's critical, confident look. She lowered her voice even more. "I can't... I have to pee really bad! I need to..." She squirmed, discomfort pulsing intensely in her lower belly. "Can we please go to the bathroom?" "In a minute," Gwen said, turning back to the shelves. She was looking at plushes, pretending like her own bladder wasn't about to explode. Her jeans were so tight around her bulging belly. It was killing her. "Oooh, I have to peeee..." Haydee whined, unable to keep still. A spike in urgency forced her to jolt her butt back, doubling over and digging her fingers into her nearly squirting privates. She jumped and writhed around madly, trying not to piss on herself. She made awkward eye contact with a passing stranger as she did it, turning a deep shade of red and wholeheartedly supressing her desire to move like that, but her trembling body still jerked and squirmed uncontrollably. This went on for a while. Haydee would beg for permission to go to the bathroom and be bluntly denied. Suddenly, Gwen gasped, steeling every muscle in her body as a strong spurt of piss shot out of her and dripped down her pant leg, dampening the front of her underwear. Her need to urinate was seriously bad. Her urinary sphincter was on fire. She was about to say she needed to get to the bathroom fast, but upon second thought, she couldn't be the one to ask. She wanted to keep true to this dynamic her and Haydee were playing out. Next to her, her friend was writhing madly when she wasn't jumping around. Haydee's bladder felt like a solid rock weighing heavily in her lower belly. "How do you feel, Haydee?" Gwen asked, her voice sounding strained. "I gotta go bad," she whimpered, unable to keep still even for a second. "Everyone keeps looking at me..." "Mm...!" she grunted, pressing her thighs together and leaning her hands on her knees. "H-how do you feel?" "Fine," Gwen answered quickly. Haydee winced. "I have to gooo-ohh my god!" urine tried to force its way out, filling her urethra, kept in only by her squeezing fingers. Her squirming was frantic. "I'm about to leeeak...!" Gwen's breathing was careful, as were her movements. There was so much urine inside the poor girl, constricted around the middle by her tight waistband. Every step hurt. She silently begged Haydee to ask to go to the bathroom again. She needed it bad. If she didn't go soon, she was worried she'd have an accident. Haydee was worried about having an accident, too, but was fairly confident in any bathroom requests being denied. It was a pretty long time before she asked again. She dribbled, lurching forward and dropping to her knee, digging her heel into her vagina and rubbing her crotch madly. "Ohh please, can we go..." she muttered. "What?" Gwen said, standing almost doubled over from the huge discomfort in her lower belly. Her kidneys had started to ache, too. "Can we go to the bathroom?" she clarified. Gwen pretended to think about it. "Yeah, let's go. Before you piss yourself." The desperate pair hobbled to the bathrooms and entered the same stall together. Haydee yanked her belt loose and started pulling her pants down. "I'm going first," Gwen declared, stepping in front of the bowl. Haydee squeaked and moved aside, grabbing desperately at herself and bobbing up and down. Gwen pulled her tight pants and underwear down to her knees, jerking her thighs toward each other and clenching her urinary muscles as hard as she could, trying really hard not to let it out prematurely. "You have to do it like this," she said, then angled her hips out and pulled her pussy up with her pointer and middle fingers as she let a hard, jet-like stream shoot out of her and into the toilet bowl. Her legs almost buckled from the relief. "Ohhh my goddd," she moaned, the euphoric sensation of relief washing over her. Haydee watched miserably, cradling her bulging bladder with the hand that wasn't squeezing her pussy. She was in complete agony, the unbearable urge to urinate no longer coming at her in waves and instead staying at a constant, screaming intensity. Her urethra was spasming. "Hurryyyyy...!" she whined, feeling like she was about to cry. As she pissed, Gwen felt a pocket of gas move to the end of her rectum, taking advantage of the relaxation of her muscles. She pushed it out like a quack. Haydee was too distracted by her dire need to void her painfully overfull bladder to even notice. It felt like she was going to explode. A three second leak seeped out of her, causing her to grip herself and fall against the wall of the stall, desperately holding her piss in with all the strength she had. Gwen's stream squirted to an end. She slowly and casually wiped herself with no regard to Haydee's desperate situation, who was writhing around and jolting her hips around, her screaming bladder threatening to empty itself into her jeans. "Let me go, pleasee!" she begged, shouldering Gwen to the side as she stepped in front of the bown, frantically yanking her pants down. "Jeez!" Gwen commented, pulling hers up. "I've never- how do I-" Haydee was interrupted by her body suddenly letting it out in a small leak, dribbling directly onto her underwear and pants. "Ahh- ohh-" she tried to angle her hips and pull her pussy lips to aim it into the toilet, but when it didn't work, she resorted to squeezing her vagina and doubling over, painfully plugging her direly overfull bladder. "You've got to pee harder than that," Gwen said. "You can't be dribbling. It's got to have some force." "Oh my god!" she whined, pulling her shoe off and one of her legs completely out of her pants. "Why did you do that?" "I don't want to pee on myself any more!" she hurriedly angled her hips and spread her pussy lips, letting a stream out that began by pattered onto the bathroom floor. "Nnh--" she whimpered, pushing and angling further. It eventually gained the strength to make it to the toilet bowl, but it wasn't the neat jet her friend had. It was a gushing torrent that splattered messily all over the front of the toilet bowl and dripped down her legs. There was a simultaneous leak dripping directly down to the floor, her pants, and her feet. "Oh, god!" she groaned, her body thanking her graciously for the relief, but she was making such a mess. It felt like she was going to piss forever. When it finally died down, it came out as a pretty strong stream falling into her pants for a solid few seconds. "Fuckkk..." Haydee was miserable. She had no change of clothes. Gwen slapped her ass. "Hey, cheer up. Sometimes it happens." She gently pulled her pants back up, cringing at the warm fabric sticking to her thighs. They were completely soaked. It was an apparent full-blown accident, and she reeked of urea. An abundance of awkward looks kept her a deep shade of red as they left the store.
  12. Hey guys. Some of you might remember a story of extreme female desperation I posted over a year ago about Karl and his wife Kate, called The Wife Who Had To Hold It. I mentioned at the time that I wanted to come back to these characters to write another story with them sometime later, and well, now's the time to do it I feel. If you haven't read the previous story (it's a good one but very long), it's not necessary to enjoy this story, it only explains a bit of the background between Kate & Karl. ====== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #1 If you've read my previous stories about my sexy wife Kate, than you'll know how she's prideful of her bladder of steel. You'll know how Kate is such a big environmentalist that she pees as infrequently as possible to save water on flushing the toilet. That was how I was able to talk Kate into us installing a urinal in our home bathroom. You'll also know how Kate agreed years ago to only let herself take a piss after I had peed in our home urinal 3 times since Kate's last piss. And you'll know how I built up enough of an iron bladder over the years to last over 24 hours without a piss, and therefore deny Kate a piss for several days in a row. Despite how many years me and Kate have been living under the rules of this challenge, I had never been able to crack Kate's bladder once. I've made Kate extremely desperate, and seemingly only seconds away from pissing herself. But never once had Kate lost control of her perfect iron bladder, Kate was always able to hold it until she was finally allowed to pee under the rules of our challenge. Over the years Kate had become quite smug about the fact that I had never once been able to best her iron bladder, even with the rules rigged heavily in my favor. On top of that, Kate always without exception drank 3 gallons of fluids (or more!) in a day as part of her diet, and because we lived in a hot climate. I drank a lot of fluids myself in day, but nowhere near as much as Kate did. Over the years I had tried to challenge Kate to keep on waiting after my 3rd piss until she couldn't wait any longer. But Kate's response was always one of the following, or a combination of them: 1. "You know the rules Karl. If you want to see me wait longer, than you'll have to learn how to hold it in longer". 2. "You'll never break my iron bladder Karl. I'm much too tough a lady and tough of a wife to ever lose control of my iron bladder". 3. "Why would I ever agree to continue to hold it until I can't wait anymore Karl? I like winning, and that's a bet even I would lose, eventually". 4. "Me lose control of my bladder? That'll never happen Karl. I can hold on a lot longer than you think". One day Kate took pity on me after I was forced yet again to take my 3rd piss and let Kate finally empty herself. "If you really want to try to beat my iron bladder Karl, you should try to drink a lot more fluids throughout the day" Kate said as she sat herself on the toilet. "But I already drink a lot of fluids throughout the day Kate" I replied as Kate began to calmly piss a gusher. Though Kate tried to look like she had barely needed to go after over 3 days of holding it, the relief written across her face clearly said otherwise. "But not as much as me Karl, you drink a little more than 2 gallons a day at most, while I always drink 3 gallons a day or more. Try it Karl, keep up with my drinking for a while and give your bladder a workout. Of course you won't be able to hold it as long at first with all those extra drinks Karl, but that'll be your goal to work for to improve your bladder". "Sure you're not just trying to make things easier on yourself for a while Kate" I asked her. "Just the opposite Karl" Kate had replied smoothly as she continued to piss a gusher. "I enjoy challenging myself to hold it even longer. I want you to hold it longer so that I have no choice but to hold it even longer. Besides... maybe it'll help you finally beat me one of these days". At first I didn't listen to Kate's suggestion. But then after some more encouragement and pestering from Kate I decided to try it. It took me several months to work myself up to peeing just once a day again instead of twice a day under my greater liquid intake, but Kate's advice did help a lot. Kate started to drink even more herself throughout the day at the same time. Kate went from drinking 3 gallons a day to drinking closer to 4 gallons a day. While this was going on, I tried to figure out the same thing I had for years. How could I arrange a situation where Kate had no choice but to continue to wait and hold it for hours or even days longer after I took my third piss? I tried to pee at places or times when I knew Kate couldn't or wouldn't pee, like in my last story, but I could never delay her trip to the toilet long enough for me to need to take a 4th piss, let alone for Kate to lost control of her iron bladder. Not even camping trips, far from any kind of public toilets that Kate would use, had been able to break Kate's iron bladder in the past. One day however a new tactic dawned on me. I didn't have to try to arrange situations to endlessly stall Kate's much needed visit to the toilet when she was allowed to go under our rules. Instead, I could use Kate's own pride to keep her waiting if I pushed her buttons just right at the right opportunity. That opportunity came one day on a Sunday evening. I had been holding it for the last 24 hours, and I had been quite desperate since the mid-afternoon. But finally, by 9 PM, after 24 hours of holding it, I couldn't wait any longer. This piss would be my 3rd piss since Kate had last peed, which was one reason Kate came to the bathroom to watch as I whipped my cock out and started to piss a gusher in the urinal. Just standing in the bathroom, next to the inviting white toilet bowl, and watching me piss a gusher in the urinal next to it was surely torture on Kate's bursting iron bladder. Kate had last taken a piss on Thursday evening at 9 PM, which was almost exactly 72 hours ago. On top of that, Kate hadn't bothered to take her 4 inch high heel shoes off, so her painful footwear was surely only adding yet more pressure to her surely exhausted bladder. Our rules technically didn't say that Kate had to stand there and wait for me to finish my piss in the urinal before she could seat herself on the toilet seat and piss her own gusher. But Kate always did it regardless, as if to push herself just a little bit farther each time. For Kate to seat herself on the toilet now before I finished would be admitting weakness in her mind, and Kate's pride couldn't allow that no matter what her bladder said. Kate tried to play the calm & prideful wife with the iron bladder who wasn't dying to be able to release her pent up piss in just a moment. But even so, I caught Kate grimacing out of the corner of my eye as I first started to piss my gusher. Still, despite Kate's extreme desperation after 72 hours of waiting, and the large bladder bulge that was visible, she didn't allow herself to grip her pussy. Nor did she let herself fidget around in desperation as she surely so wanted to. Instead she stood with her arms crossed, and her legs slightly spread. "So Kate, how desperate are you to finally be able to piss your gusher now" I asked. "You must be glad that you can finally piss after 3 long days of waiting". "You must be joking Karl" replied my wife. "You must know by now that I'm such a tough wife that you don't even make it a challenge for my iron bladder anymore". Kate tried to keep her face calm, but I could see the enormous strain on her bladder's sphincter muscles that she was dealing with and trying to hide. Me and Kate had drank a bit of alcohol earlier in the evening, and I had been stroking Kate's pride through it. So Kate's arrogant reply despite the strain already on her iron bladder was exactly as I had expected and hoped for. "Oh come on Kate" I said, "I know your pussy is as eager to piss a gusher as my penis is to be pissing right now. You'll be ripping your jeans and panties down to your knees the second my piss is finished, and you'll already be pissing a gusher even before your butt touches the toilet seat". As I said this I noticed Kate's hands were already starting to unbutton her jeans even as I continued to piss away in the urinal. Kate noticed it to, and stopped, with only the top button undone. I smiled at Kate, knowing she had helped prove my point. Kate looked a bit ticked off at herself for walking right into it. "Oh hush Karl, I am not as eager to piss as your penis is" Kate replied in her prideful tone. "Unlike you and your penis, me and my pussy could still wait and hold it a while longer if we had to". Seeing my chance now, I moved in to try to push Kate to agree to keep waiting even longer. "Well yeah, I'm sure you could wait a couple more hours Kate" I said in my Mr. Reasonable voice. "But there's certainly no way you could keep waiting until tomorrow morning, let alone beyond that, you're much too desperate to pee already Kate". As I hoped for, Kate got a fire burning in her eyes at that statement. "You don't know how tough your wife and her iron bladder is then Karl" Kate said with some anger in her voice now. "I could easily hold it throughout the night, all through work tomorrow, and beyond that point to". My piss finally finished as Kate was talking, but Kate restrained herself and didn't rush to use the toilet the second I finished like she often did. I knew it was now or never to seal the deal as I flushed the urinal. "Well, I guess we'll never know the answer to that Kate" I replied. "Unless you were to agree to continue to hold it, say until I had to take my 4th piss since you last had a pee 72 hours ago". Kate was silent for several seconds now as she glared at me, standing just a few feet away from the inviting white toilet bowl promising her sweet relief now. Kate could have easily resumed unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding them and her panties off so that she could take her urgently needed piss now. But instead Kate stood there, on her painful high heels, with a boiling load of piss still brewing between her legs, and continued to stare into my eyes. I could tell Kate was seriously contemplating what to do in that silence. Finally Kate broke the silence. "You know how a certain lady loves to challenge herself Karl" she said with pride. "My bladder's floodgates will remain sealed, until you have to open your bladder's own floodgates and take a 4th piss since I last had a pee. No matter how long that takes". "Are you sure Kate" I asked playfully now as I put a hand on the raised toilet lid. "Last chance for a certain tough girl to change her mind and pee in a very long time Kate". "My jealous pussy will hate me for it Karl, I have to pee pretty bad already. But yes I'm certain, I'm a tough wife and I can hold it quite a while longer than just 3 days if I have to" Kate replied. I slammed the toilet lid down with finality, to signify Kate's now lost chance to take a much needed pee. "The ladies room is now closed Kate, I sure hope you can wait until it's available next time" I announced with a grin. I pointed at the button on her jeans Kate had undone a moment earlier. "You ought to button that back up Kate, you won't be needing to unbutton it anytime soon now". Kate smiled and nodded her head as she reached down to re-button the top of her jeans. Kate allowed a slight groan to escape her lips as the button re-added a bit of pressure to her bladder. "Oh my" whispered Kate playfully. "I think I made a mistake passing up that toilet Karl. I could really use a piss right about now". Kate 'playfully' gripped her crotch and squirmed for added emphasis. "Is the ladies room still open for a certain desperate lady who hasn't peed in 3 whole days Karl?". "Sorry, but the ladies room is going to be closed for a long while Kate" I replied. "You'll just have to wait until then". "Oh... gosh I sure hope I can wait that long" Kate muttered in pretend nervousness. "You boys sure have it easy being able to unzip and pee almost anywhere... that would really come in handy for me right now". Kate bit her lips as she glanced anxiously at the closed toilet lid, and the urinal she couldn't use. "But I am a lady, so I guess I'll just have to wait. It's a good thing I'm so good at waiting". I grinned at Kate, "I know you've been waiting to pee for 3 days already Kate, you could use a distraction from that desperate need" I said. Kate nodded while shifting her legs around desperately in her high heels. "Well what better distraction than the two of us sharing a pitcher of lemonade together" I asked in a tone that was daring Kate not to say no. Kate knew full well I was challenging her. "I don't think that'll help my poor unlucky bladder Karl" she replied knowingly, "but... you know how much I love lemonade". Lemonade was Kate's favorite drink, which was why I had suggested it over another beverage. Kate was grinning now at the challenge. "I know you don't think I can handle it Karl, but my iron bladder is much tougher than you realize". With that, Kate led the way to the kitchen. Despite the state of her bladder, Kate ended up having 4 of the 6 glasses of lemonade in the 3 liter pitcher. Later as we were getting ready for bed Kate eagerly agreed to some full bladder sex, during which Kate was gripping her pussy and squirming around a lot. My doubt that Kate could last the night, let alone the day tomorrow, must have been written on my face, because as I closed my eyes Kate whispered "I'm stronger than you think Karl, I will hold it for you and your silly bet. Maybe then you'll learn why it's futile to challenge to me and my unbreakable bladder". "Or maybe I'll finally discover that even your bladder has its limits" I whispered back playfully. ===== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #2 The next morning me and Kate were awaken at 7 AM by our alarm clock. Kate hadn't peed in 82 hours by now as she got out of bed with her rock hard bladder bulge quite visible in her skimpy lingerie. Kate allowed herself to squirm around a bit and grip her crotch for a moment in desperation as she fought against her urgent need for a morning piss. Kate noticed me standing by the bed staring at her as she stood up and calmly removed her hands from her crotch, stopped squirming, and smiled. "I guess the ladies room is still going to be closed for a while yet isn't it Karl" she asked me playfully. I nodded in agreement. "Certain guys sure can take a while to reopen the ladies room Karl... it's almost... as if they don't want desperate girls like me to pee for a long time". "There's nothing but your own pride preventing you from barging in to use the ladies room anyway Kate" I reminded her. I liked to give Kate an 'out' at times, she never took it, even if she so badly needed it. "No thanks, I'll be good Karl" Kate replied quickly to show that she was still up for the challenge from last night. "I've already waited all day for the last couple of days without giving my poor bladder any relief. I can do it again today if your bladder makes me". Me and Kate soon got dressed for the day. Without any important visitors expected at work today Kate grabbed a fashionable pair of jeans and a business casual shirt. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder the jeans would fit Kate quite comfortably. But with 82 hours worth of boiling piss contained inside her rock hard bladder bulge I knew the jeans would be a more uncomfortable fit for Kate. But Kate, even with her surely desperate need, was used to wearing clothing too tight around her bladder region. So Kate's body language remained calm, even as she zipped and buttoned her jeans shut. Kate didn't even flinch when she tightened her belt and locked the buckle. And of course Kate finished up the outfit by slipping on a pair of fashionable high heels that she knew full well would torture her aching, bursting bladder all day whenever she stood up or walked anywhere. Without another word between us, me and Kate headed for the kitchen to have some breakfast, as well as share a 3 liter pitcher of spring water. Like we usually did we both had 3 glasses of it over breakfast before it was drained. Before we left for work Kate couldn't help but grab herself a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge, all while I smiled knowingly at her. "Just because I've really gotta pee bad doesn't mean I don't get thirsty Karl" Kate replied with a smile. We arrived at work shortly before 9 AM, by which time Kate had finished draining her bottle of water. Me and Kate kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways in the office until we got together for lunch at 1 PM. Both of us had our share of drinks in the morning at work. I had 2 large cups of coffee, and 3 bottles of water, which I thought was a lot, until I learned Kate had drank same and an additional bottle of water. By the time we went to lunch I was really needing a piss myself. But of course there was no way I going to, because that would let Kate pee as well, unless I somehow talked her into waiting even longer, which I wasn't going to count on. Kate, despite having gone 88 hours without a piss now, was relatively calm as we went out to lunch together. She even teased me a bit about needing to go 'already' when she caught me squirming in the car. "What's the matter Karl? Don't tell me you need to pee already, it's only been 16 hours for you. I thought you were going to make this a challenge for me". "We'll see about that when I make you piss yourself Kate" I replied good naturedly. "I know you'll be crossing your legs and squirming around underneath the table when you don't think anyone will be looking". "I'd like to see you hold it for three and a half days and only cross your legs under the table a bit" Kate countered. Lunch passed uneventfully. Despite how desperate we both were Kate drank 3 large glasses of soda over lunch, while I had 2. I was still aiming to drink 3 gallons a day, and Kate 4 gallons a day, under our liquid heavy diet, so neither of us had a choice in the matter of not drinking so much. Kate tried to look calm sitting across the table from me, but I could tell from her strained body language that she was having a lot more trouble keeping her full bladder's dam shut then she was letting on. I tried to not let see Kate see just how bad off I was, but I did my share of leg crossing and crotch grabbing under the table. After lunch me and Kate went our separate ways in the office again. I don't know about Kate, since she would never admit it to me, but as the day went on, I knew I was getting more distracted by my giant urge for a piss. It didn't help that I drank another 5 bottles of water in the afternoon at work either. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Kate couldn't pee as long as I held on I would have been sorely tempted to visit the men's room. At the other end of the office, Kate was busy working her way through 6 bottles of water this afternoon. If Kate was alone in her office then I knew she had to be squirming around desperately in her seat from the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee by now. As 5 PM rolled around I found Kate had helped herself to a can of soda from the vending machine on the way to the car where we both met. "Are you sure that's wise dear, given your predicament" I teased on the way to the car. "It's wiser then however many bottles of water you drank in the afternoon" Kate countered arrogantly. "You'll have to pee soon enough, and then it won't matter how wise or not wise this can of soda is, because I'll be able to pee to". "Well then, maybe you should do the driving if you're so confident I'll pee first" I countered. "After all, if I'll pee first then I must be more distracted by my desperate bladder after nearly 20 hours of waiting then you are from yours after nearly 92 hours of waiting". I could tell by the look in Kate's eyes that she hadn't expected that. Since I almost always drove, Kate was used to being able to sit back and focus her attention on her keeping her boiling piss contained in her bladder whenever we traveled. Kate narrowed her eyes, and took a sip from her can of soda, knowing what I was doing. "That won't be a problem Karl, hand me the keys" Kate replied, pretending to be calm, even though I knew full well she wasn't. I was glad to be able to grip my cock through my pants and pay attention to Kate's body language as she drove us. Kate did surprisingly well at looking calm when we were moving, but I saw her legs shifting around nervously from her desperate urge to pee after almost 4 days without relief. At the first red light when Kate stopped the car I could tell she was about to automatically grab her pussy in desperation. But she remembered who was sitting next to her and stopped before her hands could get there. So Kate grabbed her can of soda instead, and made a show of taking a long sip from it, enough to finish draining it. "What would us ladies ever do about these frequent & long closures of the ladies room if we weren't so good at waiting?" Kate asked me playfully, knowing I was watching her every move for signs of desperation. "Ladies could always use the urinal in the men's room" I suggested. Kate shook her head. "Ladies could also use the bushes alongside their man when we go camping or hiking" I added. "Us ladies don't have the anatomy for either of those things Karl" Kate replied playfully. "That's why our mothers teach us that boys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. And then there's filthy public restrooms, you guys don't mind Karl, you'd go anywhere. But us ladies do mind, so us ladies frequently have to continue to hold it when the ladies room is too filthy, even if we've already been waiting a lot longer then you boys have". "Well, a certain lady could drop the act and admit she has to go when we get home. Surely her own toilet is clean enough for her" I countered playfully. "But us ladies can't even do that either at times" Kate countered. "Sometimes us ladies get back home desperate to pee, only to have to wait even longer because our husbands beat us to the toilet first, even though the husband got to pee multiple times when he was out with the lady". "Then it's a good thing that some of you ladies enjoy putting off your pee, and holding it for several days in a row, isn't it Kate?" I replied with a smile. "Well, if the world conspires to keep us ladies from taking a pee, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy having to hold it all the time?" Kate grinned. When we got back home at 6 PM both me and Kate were dying to pee, with 21 and 93 hours of boiling pee in our bladders separating the us from our last trip to the toilet. But neither of us so much as glanced down the hall towards our only bathroom. Instead I took out a 3 liter pitcher of water and poured us both a glass, while Kate started dinner. Kate could have taken her pair of 4 inch high heels off at any time now that we were home, but she didn't. I think Kate decided a few months ago that she enjoyed the extra challenge her painful high heels were on a full bladder. Despite the high heels that were surely bothering her poor tormented bladder's sphincter muscles, Kate didn't hesitate to quickly down her first half a liter glass of water from the pitcher, and pour herself a second glass. Kate tried to avoid squirming around and gripping her crotch in front of me, with only partial success due to the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee. But to be fair, I was desperately squirming around probably three times as much as Kate. At this point I knew I wasn't going to best Kate's iron bladder today, she was clearly in much better control of her bladder's situation then I was despite the much longer wait she had. I just wanted to extend Kate's desperate plight as long as I could, and figure out how I could get Kate to agree to skip her pee again if at all possible. By 7 PM both me and Kate had finished dinner, and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher. Both me and Kate had 3 large glasses of the pitcher. Though Kate tried to look tough, I could tell she was really beginning to feel the strain of denying herself relief for the last 94 hours while wearing such tight and uncomfortable clothing. Kate grimaced across the table, but she tried to turn it into a grin when she noticed me watching, all while I saw her hands go underneath the table towards her crotch. At first I thought Kate was gripping her crotch, until I heard the sound of a belt buckle unsnapping. "Does my lovely wife finally have to admit that her bladder isn't as strong as she claims it is and hurry to the toilet for a much needed pee now?" I asked smoothly. "Is it a crime for a girl to want to unwind at the end of a long day by taking her tight belt off?" Kate asked. "Don't worry about your silly bet Karl, I'll hold my pee until you have to pee again, which will be pretty soon I imagine". "I think it's a sign that a lady is nearing her limits if the pressure of the belt is too much for her to bear after 94 hours without a pee" I countered. "But... certain things... might persuade me otherwise". "Certain things Karl?" Kate questioned mockingly. "You're real subtle aren't you? Fetch me a can of soda then, I'll drink it while we watch some television". Our evening was relatively subdued after that for a while, as we watched TV for a few hours. Kate drank her can of soda, as well as 2 more glasses of water. I drank another 2 glasses of water myself. By the time 9 PM rolled around I once again couldn't hold it any longer. Kate had been watching me like a tiger for the last hour, just as much as I had been watching her desperately squirm after 4 days without a pee. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and announced I had to run to the bathroom, Kate slyly remarked "well of course you do Karl, the boys always have to pee first... and second, and third, and fourth to it seems". I hurried to the bathroom desperately gripping my desperate cock. Despite her 4 inch high heels Kate managed to stay right behind me without tripping. Upon entering the bathroom I hurried to the urinal, and began to take a loud piss with Kate watching. Kate tried to act calm as I peed away in front of her, but I caught her eyes anxiously darting to the inviting white toilet bowl next to the urinal. Despite her calm demeanor, Kate hadn't been able to pee in 4 days, and was a few hours away from the 100 hour mark. I knew Kate was really bursting to go right now as she began to unbutton her jeans before I was even half done my piss. Kate tried to cover it up by talking. "It's a good thing that the ladies room is now open again, because this lady really needs to take a leak now" Kate said as she lifted the toilet lid. "4 days of holding it like this is more of a challenge for me and my bladder of steel Karl". Kate didn't move to sit on the toilet yet however, for that I knew she'd wait until I was finished peeing first. "So does that mean that 5 days of holding it would be too much of a challenge for you to handle then Kate?" I asked slyly. "Don't be silly Karl, we both know the answer to that" Kate replied arrogantly, even as she squeezed her legs together in a subtle sign of desperation. "Maybe someday you'll learn Karl that me and my bladder of steel have no limits, I can always wait as long as I need to". "I think the way you've already unzipped your jeans says otherwise Kate" I countered as I continued to piss in the urinal. "You're so desperate to pee that you're hurrying to undo your jeans early just so that you won't have to wait an extra few seconds to pee, because you know you can't hold it much longer Kate. I bet you were getting worried about having an accident if I made you wait much longer". "In your dreams Karl. There's nothing unusual with a girl unbuttoning her jeans in anticipation of a much needed pee she's about to take" Kate replied calmly. As she spoke my piss began to die down, Kate couldn't help but grip her crotch and fidget her legs around in anticipation of her pee. "There's nothing wrong with a girl lifting the lid in preparation for her pee either, especially seeing as you're about done Karl" Kate added. Kate was right, my piss finally dribbled down to nothing as Kate watched, eager to let loose her own brewing load of boiling piss. But unfortunately for Kate, I was determined to make sure that her brewing load of boiling piss would have to brew for a while longer in her tiring bladder. I knew that I had to make my move quickly as I tucked my cock back in my pants. Kate smiled as she began to pull her jeans down, only the smile soon vanished when I slammed the lid down on Kate's toilet before she could pull her jeans even halfway down her hips. "Karl what are you doing?" Kate asked confused, her jeans still only partially pulled down, her red panties easily visible. "It's my turn to pee now". "Sorry Kate, it turns out the ladies room is still closed for maintenance" I announced boldly, jumping back into our earlier role-playing. "It was a totally unexpected problem the maintenance crew ran into. You'll just have to continue waiting until they finish Kate. I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer yet". "Well then how's a lady supposed to get the pee that she was promised for out holding you yet again Karl" Kate asked annoyed. She bent her knees and fidgeted her legs together nervously, considering her options I knew. Kate clearly hadn't expected me to issue another challenge to her bladder of steel so soon. "Hey, you were the one who said earlier that the world conspires to keep you ladies away from the toilet" I reminded her with a shrug. "I guess you were right Kate, the world is sure conspiring against you now". Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. Kate's eyes glared at me, before shifting to the white porcelain toilet bowl aside of me, that she had been eagerly looking forward to using 15 seconds ago before I had moved to stop her. I knew the heavy load of boiling piss brewing between her legs for the last 4 days was at the forefront of Kate's mind. Kate really didn't want to have to keep that piss brewing in her bladder for yet another day, especially not with the 4 inch high heels she wore, which only made a full bladder harder to deal with. But Kate was also quite prideful, and could be quite stubborn when she saw her pride as at stake I knew. I smiled as Kate's eyes shifted away from the much needed toilet and back at me, full of stubbornness and determination. "A totally 'unexpected' maintenance problem in the ladies room Karl?" Kate asked me, her voice full of playful skepticism. "Sounds to me like someone just really doesn't want us ladies to pee, especially this lady in particular, who hasn't peed in 4 whole days already", Kate added, pointing at herself as she crossed her legs. "Hey I'm not the maintenance man Kate, I'm just the bearer of bad news" I said, innocently. Kate playfully rolled her eyes at my feigned innocent. "The bottom line Kate is you'll just have to wait some more, unless you care to use the men's room instead" I added, waving at the urinal, "no plumbing issues or lines there". "Certainly not Karl!" Kate scolded me. "A lady doesn't barge in and use the men's room, especially not when she'd mind if a man barged into the ladies room!". "Well then, I guess you're just going to have to wait Kate, since that's your only option left" I told her. Kate frowned, as if remembering her brewing load of boiling piss she had been so eager to rid herself of a moment ago. "I really need to pee bad after holding it for the last 4 days Karl" she admitted as she gripped her crotch and squirmed in front of me. I smiled as I saw my opportunity. "What's the matter Kate, worried that you might pee yourself soon if you have to hold it a while longer?" I taunted. Kate bristled visibly at the insult to her pride, even as her bladder begged for relief. Knowing I was taking a risk now, I opened the toilet lid. "Go ahead and take your pee Kate. I wouldn't want you to end up peeing in your jeans just because you were too stubborn to admit that you couldn't hold it any longer during our role-playing session". My gamble worked better than I thought, Kate didn't even pause to think about her words first. "I'm going to make you eat those words Karl" Kate replied confidently. "I may really have to pee quite badly after holding it for the last 4 days, but that doesn't mean that I'll pee myself soon if I don't plop myself on that white porcelain toilet bowl". Kate glanced at the toilet longingly for a moment as she continued to fidget around. With one hand still openly gripping her throbbing desperate pussy through her red panties, Kate reached out for the toilet lid with her other hand. "It would feel really frigging good to use that toilet, I won't deny it Karl. But I'll hold it for a while longer instead, just to prove to you that I can still wait for a pee. I think another 24 hours should be long enough to prove my point to you". With that, this time it was Kate who slammed the toilet lid shut with finality, to signify her once again lost chance to pee. "Are you really sure about this Kate?" I asked as Kate began to pull her jeans back up. "Another 24 hours without a pee is a long time for anyone to wait, especially for a desperate lady who already hasn't peed in the last 4 days". Kate's face grimaced as she pulled her jean's zipper back up, pressing her tight jeans up against her bulging bladder and the 4 days of boiling piss brewing inside. "No one said us ladies have it easy Karl" Kate replied playfully, even while partially grunting as she buttoned her jeans back up, which put more strain on her 4 day unrelieved bladder. "Your penis is really lucky Karl. My pussy is so jealous that it still hasn't gotten to pee yet, especially with the toilet right there in front of me!". I smiled, Kate looked so darn sexy the way she desperately squirmed around in her tight jeans, while trying hard not to in order to look like the tough woman she stubbornly wanted to be. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and kissing her on the lips just then. I felt Kate's enormous bulging bladder brushing up against my leg as I did this. I heard a slight moan escape from Kate's lips at the unneeded extra pressure this put on her tiring bladder. But Kate was too stubborn to complain about the effect our close embrace was having on all that boiling pent up piss brewing in her bladder, so she simply bore it without a word of complaint. "You're really hot when you're so desperate to pee like this Kate" I said as I mercifully let go of her. Kate, still in her 4 inch high heels, which only made things worse on her full bladder, squirmed her legs around nervously, which only made her sexier. "Well Karl, with the ladies room closed for another day, I'm sure you'll enjoy my plight for the next 24 hours then" Kate replied with surprising calm. I couldn't help but smile lustfully like a giddy little schoolboy, which wasn't unnoticed by Kate. "I really shouldn't have turned down that trip to the ladies room yesterday, should I Karl?" Kate asked me playfully as her hands began to undo my jeans to get at my erect cock. "My desperate pussy is throbbing for relief already Karl, but it's a good thing that I can hold it for another day... or maybe longer if I really want to". The two of us quickly began to undress and make our way to the bedroom. By the time I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep later I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see if Kate could really backup her earlier boasting about her iron bladder.
  13. Michelle was usually not the type of girl to wake up out of her sleep for any reason. But here she was brushing the sleep out of her eyes at 5 a.m. See, Michelle had broke her habit of staying asleep for very long periods at a time and gotten out of bed at this hour for one reason. She had to use the bathroom. Check that, she really really REALLY had to use the bathroom. Michelle sprinted down the hallway with her hands dug into the front of her white thong. Unfortunately for the 19 year old, her hands did little to stop the steady leak of pee coming out of her and starting to flow down her long legs. She made it to the bathroom, pulled down her thong as she bounced up and down, and then sat down and fully released the large amount of pent up pee that was inside of her. As Michelle enjoyed the glorious relief and let out a long sigh of both pleasure and satisfaction she heard her stomach rumble. A very loud and long-lasting fart immediately followed that and Michelle accepted the reality that she was going to be on the toilet longer than she expected as she had to poop. After a solid five minutes Michelle was still pushing and going. Michelle could not believe the sheer amount of the bowel movement she was having. After all, Michelle was on the small size for her age. Not necessary skinny but petite. But it did make sense if she thought about it. Michelle had been holding in that poop for the entire day prior. She was at school all day, then went to work for the rest of the day so she just went to bed when she had gotten back from work at night. The urge had hit her throughout the day but she could never find a good time to go. After a few more minutes and a few more pushes, Michelle was done and stood up after filling the toilet with a healthy amount of toilet paper on top of the contents that were already in there. Michelle flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and turned to go back to her inviting bed when she realized something didn't sound right with the toilet. It had completely ceased to make the sound that a toilet makes when it flushes. Its a very distinct sound and it simply was not being produced. Michelle turned around to see the toilet water at the very brim of the toilet's edge. Michelle walked over and tried to flush it again. Absolutely no movement. This was panic time. Michelle had clogged the toilet it seemed. She didn't know what to do. On on hand ,at least it wasn't overflowing onto the floor. "God that would be gross" Michelle though to herself. On the other hand. this was actually the only toilet in the modest house she shared with her mother and 18 year old sister. But the reality of the situation was that Michelle was not a Plummer and they did not own a toilet plunger for some reason so there was nothing that could be done at 5 in the morning anyway. Michelle was honestly still half asleep too so she simply left the toilet in its current condition and went back to the safety of her nice warm bed. ... Kelly woke up at 9:25 which was around the usual time that she woke up on a Saturday. She lounged around in her bed checking her phone until she was forced to get up and start her day by her aching bladder. Kelly had crossed her legs enough under the covers and that wasn't helping anymore. She quickly put a tee shirt and black panties on as she sleeps naked. Kelly really hoped one of her daughters was not in the bathroom as she was actually quite in need of relief. But instead the first thing she lays her eyes on in the bathroom is the toilet with dirty used toilet water right at the brim. Kelly knows she could not add another drop of pee to that toilet if she wanted too without it overfilling onto the floor completely. Besides being utterly confused as to what happened and which one of her daughters was responsible for this mess in the toilet, Kelly was also desperate. She was actually leaking in fact. Kelly's legs rubbed against eachother as she marched in spot. Kelly's hands grasped her crotch for dear life. She really did have a habit of waiting too long after she woke up to finally go pee. And now she could not even go in the one toilet in her house. Kelly was on the verge of tears due to the pain in her bladder. She had to think fast. And she did just that. She immediately walked over to the bathtub and pulled down her panties. This wasn't proper and she had to fix this toilet ASAP but right now she needed to pee. A powerful stream of pee fly's out of her the second after she squatted over the bathtub and Kelly puts her head back in sweet relief. "Mom, what the hell are you doing?" Kelly is taken out of her bliss by the voice of her 18 year old daughter, Marissa. Kelly looks to the doorway to see Marissa staring at her with both a look of confusion and awe. Kelley quickly stops her stream and pulls her panties back up. She immediately has to resort to the classic pee dance in order to stop the large amount of pee still left in here from coming out. The little bit of relief she just experienced did nothing but make her need extremely more urgent. "umm, baby Im sorry you had to see that but did you clog the toilet like this?" Kelly points to the toilet and Marissa comes over to it and immediately lets out a loud sigh of frustration. Kelly cant help but notice that she is obviously not the only one in need of the toilet here. Marissa has been crossing and recrossing her legs ever since she first saw her. "What the hell? No I didn't. Stupid Michelle probably did last night then cause it was fine when I went to sleep." "Well I don't know what happened to it and I need to go pee so bad so thats why I was peeing in the bathtub" Kelly tells her daughter who looks like she is in absolute pain. Kelly follows that statement by asking her obviously distressed daughter is she was alright. "No mom, I seriously need to go to the bathroom" Marissa says while grabbing onto the sink and bending over with sweat forming on her forehead. Marissa is then unable to hold in a fart that escapes her tightly clenched butt cheeks. Her reddish-blonde hair is tied into a ponytail and it bounces as she bounces. Unlike her sister, Marissa was not small for her age and had a very shapely figure. Marissa is wearing only a pink tee shirt and very tight gray short shorts. No panties which means she is scared of any type of accident being very noticeable. And not just a pee accident. She has to pee very badly yes but Marissa never ever remembers having to go poop this badly. She hadn't gone in a few days and apparently it hit her at once. She had tears forming in her eyes already. This couldn't be happening to her. Why did the toilet have to be clogged at this moment? "baby, Im serious. Are you ok" Kelly asks while doing her own potty dance. Right now though her motherly instincts start to kick in as she is seeing her daughter like this. "No mom like Im not ok." Another fart escapes Marissa. This one feeling and sounding very wet. On top of that, a leak sprung and left a bit of wetness on the crotch of her gray shorts before she is able to stop it. "I just woke up and I need to go to the bathroom so freakin bad" "I know I do too" Kelly says while moving closer to Marissa and putting an arm around her as if that was going to comfort her at a time like this. "Do you umm need to do more than just pee?" Kelly's face went red just asking the question so she could only imagine the embarrassment her 18 year old daughter felt. Marissa's face indeed went very red as she managed a weak little "Yes i do" before letting out another fart and squatting down completely holding her herself. Kelly thought she had to go bad until she saw how desperate her daughter looked. "Look, how about I drive up to the gas station and we can go there" Kelly tells her daughter. "Then when we get back we can yell at your sister for doing this all we want." "Just drive fast ok?" was the only thing Marissa could say. She was already so embarrassed and she really did not really think she could withstand a car ride at this moment but what other choice did she have? ... "One more street baby and then we will be there" Kelly told her daughter in a reassuring tone. Well, as reassuring as a 43 year old women who was slowly peeing herself one leak at a time could sound that is. Yes, since they had left the house and started driving her need had severely worsened but nothing compared to her poor daughters. There was a very noticeable wet spot on her daughters shorts. Her daughter was also bouncing up and down in her seat and had resorted to sitting on her heels. She noticed that Marissa couldn't seem to decide if she should hold her crotch or her butt either. As she turned the corner of the last street before they arrived at sweet relief Kelly saw something that sent a chill running down her spine and a squirt into her panties. It was a train with a long line of cars waiting for it. "Omg theres a train now!" Marissa cant help but to voice her disappointment as well as let out another fart that results in further damage to her poor gray shorts that are a much darker gray than what they started out as. "I know baby but look theres a lot of cars here so that means its been going for a while. Maybe its almost done" Kelly barely believes her own words as she brings the car to a stop in the line. "Mom please turn around I really cant hold it anymore like its coming out" "Mine is to baby. Remember you caught me peeing? I really should have just finished but Im still holding it and taking you to the gas station." I know mom thanks but I really cant hold this anymore." Marissa says while starting to tear up and lose her breath as she starts to cry due to a mixture of how badly she needs relief and also now knowing that she isn't getting that relief anytime soon. "You can do it baby. Its ok dont cry." "Mom it hurts so bad. Like my stomach feels like its going to explode." "This stupid train will be over soon just hold on for me ok baby?" Kelly tells her daughter while she herself is perched on the edge of her seat holding herself with both of her hands. "I cant. I need to go right now mom" Marissa says while desperately grinding her butt into the car seat. "Can you please please turn around and go anywhere else?" "Baby you know theres nowhere else close. We are better off waiting this train out." Just then, Marissa loses the battle that she was destined to lose since the moment she woke up and felt both her bladder and bowels inform her that they needed to be emptied. It started with a torrent of pee flowing out of her that simply could not be stopped by any means necessary. Next, a barrage of farts escaped from Marissa's tightly clenched butt. Tears rolled down the 18 year old's cheek as she felt her butt grow mushy and sticky with the contents of her bowls. It didn't take long for both her pee and poop start to overfill her shorts and escape onto her long legs and the carseat below her. Marissa was 18 years old and currently pooping and pissing her pants. In front of her mother for that matter. But Marissa was not alone in her embarrassment. The sight and sounds of her daughter had sent Kelly into a panic and she was simply not able to hold any pee in anymore. The rest of her bladder emptied itself into Kelly's panties and soon into the red pair of yoga pants that she wore. There was absolutely no hiding this for either of them. ... Open to writing another part to this. Please leave any suggestions and feedback that you may have.
  14. For a couple of months now I have been working on a remake of "Hundred-bottle Drinking Game" a kisekae image sequence that can be found found here https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/67821925 (could have ben done in 2 but I was busy with other thingss) I got in contact with the creator of said sequence (Tsuchigumo550) to ask how big the botttles were meant to be (half a liter each), to ask if he would make an ending for it (he did) and other things (thanks a lot for helping with all of that). In total it's around 45 pages so as to not make this one extremely long post I'll be posting aroun 4 to 6 pages per day. Also I'll make a gallery in the doijin's section once I have finished showing everything in this thread. With that being said here are the first 5.
  15. This started off as a little request for a friend and kind of spiralled into this. If ya'll like it I might continue it! ---- The great Ember stirred from her sleep... she had been lying within the mountain cave for some two thousand years, dreaming and peaceful. Though, the last few centuries had been somewhat turbulent, with occasional squirming and moaning, that eventually became constant, and an endless sea of vivid, erotic dreams. In her mind she was teased and pleasured by a dozen lovers, and never allowed to reach her climax. Her pent up arousal had built up as the magma beneath the earth would before a volcano erupts. In a similar fashion, the many dozens of lakes she had consumed before her long rest had now filtered into her gargantuan bladder, forming a bulge in her lower stomach the size of a large swimming pool, and with ten times the volume of liquids compressed within; yellow, steaming and frothing angrily for release. Amongst the sexual frustration of her long dreams had come splashes of bathroom urgency, she dreamed of the sea coming to destroy the world, and only she could save it by consuming every last drop. She dreamt that the sea was angry, taking the form of a beautiful water nymph contained inside her cavernous fluid tankard, and that she was violently pummelling her pussy for escape from piss prison. Her crotch was the size of house, and it throbbed with need throughout this all, clenching rhythmically in her sleep, pulsing in time with her heart. It was near her time to awaken... Finally, when the time had come for this curvaceous creature to wake, her massive thighs came together to squeeze her lower muscles, she shivered in urgency to create her yellow lake, and to settle the tightly wound heat within her. When her eyes opened, Ember took in her surroundings, the same old cave she’d rested in all those millennia ago. It was home, deep within a mountainside, and she felt refreshed from the rest. One mighty claw moved to her dragoness womanhood, teasing the slick, puffy lips with her fingers and cooing softly at the sensations of pleasure that tingled up her wide hips, her truly vast rear end wiggling her thick tail. An oozing trickle of her liquid lust made her inner thighs sticky, and she grunted, tensing her face, when a sharp pulse of piss need shook her bladder walls.The hot contents of her cavernous container were threatening to spew forth, spraying haphazardly around and flooding her lair. Ember held it in, corking herself with her will. She rolled, gently onto her back, and brought her over palm down to massage the firm swell of her lower stomach; her distended bladder. She could feel it quivering beneath her touch like a frightened deer, but she attempted to sooth it, shushing it and its protests for relief. “Soon...” she breathed, her voice heavy and soft; husky and dripping with arousal. There was a giant lake right outside her cave, it had served as her bathroom for eons; a river flowed down into it and another out of it again, meaning the water was constantly filtered and made fresh. Often she used it to bathe, but those rare times when she required a piss it would take but a few months for the urine to have filtered out completely. Given that she often felt no urge at all until at least a hundred years after her last release, this was plenty of time for it to make itself useful as her personal toilet. With the knowledge that relief was close at hand, she had nothing to fear, so decided to enjoy her incredible fullness a while longer. Perhaps using it to bring about the climax she craved almost as dearly as the enormous leak wanted to be taken. The palm on her bladder pressed down firmly, causing her to grunt heavily and whine to herself, her pussy ached and spasmed with desire, hungry for her huge fingers. She gave them to her. Though they were clawed, she had long-since filed them down, not requiring them for defence any longer now that the ancient ages had passed and no creature alive existed to threaten her. The huge fingers reached deep within the clenching caverns of her vagina, her lower palm now grinding against her stiffened clitoris and moist labia. Ember found the rock hard pressing of her bladder inside herself and began to grind her fingers against it, sending shivers of desperation down her spine. Her hind legs rose up as she felt the orgasm that was several millennia overdue building at last. Her truly huge, jiggling ass cheeks were on display, and her rear end wobbled as her tail bounced gently beneath it. She wanted it to last, but the pleasure of her urine crushing down on her g-spot was enough to make her scream; it was all she could do to avoid cumming instantly when her fingers had entered. So, as she continued to crush her boiling ocean from within, massage her sparking clit, and mash her palm against her engorged lower lips, Ember knew that the inevitable would soon come at last. She gasped loudly, a booming noise, and then began to grunt, buck her hips and cry out. Smoke puffed from her snout as the brimstone within her boiled as hot as her piss. Her moans were so loud that the whole mountain shook. It was just as the beautiful beast was on the verge of an earth shattering climax, that she heard the screams. Freezing in place, Ember’s impeccable hearing perked up, and the sound of distressed humans was obvious. Frowning, having not recalled any human settlements near her when she’d slept; she cursed herself for not checking. Her bladder took this moment to demand release, and she cringed, withdrawing her fingers and using them to plug up her puckered piss hole, which itself was the size of a house. The ancient dragoness clenched with all her limitless might, and struggled to rise to her feet, spreading her aching wings and attempting to make her way out of the cave, only lead to a powerful slosh as her ocean of urine shifted inside her. The mass of hot, angrily boiling piss was vast, even for someone of her size. She whined softly, her face flushed, as the pressure of her bladder only intensified her arousal, and yet more of her juices made her plump thighs all sticky. The pressure of her bladder was significantly worse now, especially when combined with the how tortuously close she’d come to fulfilling her most animalistic of needs. Ember finally made her way out of her cave, the morning air making her shiver, and her muscles tremble. Casting her gorgeous, orange eyes down, she was stunned and frozen in shock. Where before had been her personal lake for relief and refreshment, there was now dry land, and a large, bustling village of humans. They had heard her moans as roars, and the shaking mountain was seen as evidence of her fury. Their legends had long told of a terrible dragon that would bring forth a steaming, burning, yellow blaze of destruction, and they believed their time had come. Ember had no way to communicate with these people, so she decided only to leave, to fly away to some new place with a new ocean, far from people. Somewhere she could live in peace, pleasure herself, and water the flowers in privacy. Her wings were curled up from her rest, cramped and asleep, but she gently forced them to open, stretching wide on her hind legs briefly. All of this caused her a cacophony of sloshing, splashing sound; it felt if a tsunami had struck her insides, and in truth it had. Ember, wings outstretched, froze in place and closed her eyes, a grunt echoing loudly across the valley. Her teeth bared and clenched, her thighs shook and caused tremors to disturb the mountain once more, and the cries of the humans increased. She must have been about to unleash the awful burning heat that would destroy their homes and lives, surely! Unbeknownst to them, Ember was using all her mighty muscles to avoid this. Oh, how badly she wanted to piss now! How much the pressure was causing her loins to burn with desire! How she wanted to just lift one of her mighty, meaty hind legs and let rip a thunderous waterfall of hot piss right now; like the world's largest dog in the world's hottest heat. She wanted to piss her mind away, and then grind her aching pussy on the mountain’s surface until she came as hard as anything had cum before. Calling out and spraying her fluids of pleasure and pressure far and wide. Yet she knew that a good, and proud Dragoness, would never piss where men might see, where anyone might see. She would fly to the oceans, to the most isolated parts of the world and only then would she release herself. The journey would take some days, but she could hold it. A dragon can hold her piss forever if need be, and Ember was the strongest dragon of them all. Only, now she didn’t feel like a dragon; she felt like a puppy, a bursting bitch clawing at the door to be let out, to find a nearby tree a-and... no. She was strong. She would not piss, not yet. A dragon never pisses. As she repeated this and similar mantras in her mind, she spread her wings and, with a hefty swoosh, took to the air. Deep within, her bladder sloshed with a noise like thunder, and the people cried and held their loved ones close. Ember paid them no mind, and hurried away from the city, out beyond them and into the distance. She was a swift flyer, even with all this extra weight to keep her from her usual altitude, yet it mattered not. Settling in for the short, few-day-flight to relief, she forced her mind to leave her bladder for now. Not entirely successfully, as her horny brain kept reminding her how full she was, even fuller than typically after such a sleep, and how erotic the stretching feeling was. With every stroke of her wings, the fluids inside her swirled up and down, crashing into the top and bottom of her absurdly wide bladder walls, bulging either her stomach slightly further outwards, or making contact with the rest of her internals and squishing them for extra space. Ember’s payload was truly gargantuan, and she couldn’t help leaking frequent quantities of natural lubrication down onto the hills and valleys bellow her. What didn’t help at all were the rains that soon started. Gentle enough at first, then high powered winds that smashed against her and slowed her forward progress. The clouds grew heavy and grey with moisture, and when they could hold it no longer it was unleashed on the countryside. Each tiny droplet was like a stinging spark of electricity to Ember, shooting through her body and focusing in on the mass of conductive, pent up piddle inside her abdomen. She squirmed in the air, slowing her flight even more and causing her to drop down lower from the clouds and their terrible, gushing sounds. Though it wasn’t easy, Ember managed to adjust to this noise, letting the pitter-patter of raindrops become like background static. The feeling of the droplets on her scales was harder to ignore, or picture as anything but what it was, yet she managed to settle the revolting of her bladder by again maintaining her mantra, this time cooing it to herself as if it were a prayer. “Dragons don’t piss. Dragons never piss. I do not need to piss. I could hold forever if I wanted. I can wait as long as it takes. Dragons don’t piss.” This worked for a time. After about five miles of distance, she came across a huge body of water within a stone structure. Ember now realised how her relief had gone away; the humans had constructed an impressive dam to hold the water at bay and open the lands up for settling. Despite the inconvenience this had caused her by delaying her comfort, she found herself impressed by the little creatures. They always found new ways to make use of the lands, and bring Mother Nature to heel. Ember was reflected on how alike the structure was her own privates now; a solid wall that valiantly held back the will of nature and of water, containing thousands of gallons of furious water. One of her many dreams returned to her, that of the terrible water Nymph she had drank and held prisoner. Her wings shuddered with the rest of her. The dam had almost passed her by, when her enhanced vision spotted something alarming. There was a crack, a crack forming in the stone. One here, another elsewhere, and at once they were all about! Ember stopped where she was, keeping herself in the air, and brought her front legs to her mouth in a gasp. The dam was shuddering under the weight of something, but what? The rain! Realisation came as strong as and as forceful as the waves did to the walls of the human creation. The torrential rainfall had caused a build up in the water, and perhaps caused by some random strike of lightning, or a rouge gust of wind, a terrible series of waves had formed inside the contained lake. The battering of these waves had not been planned for by whoever built this dam, and it was coming crumbling down. It was with horror that Ember realised the people of the town would literally be washed away by this flood; their doom! It was her duty as a greater being, an older being, to prevent this. In searching her mind, she closed her eyes and groaned, heavily, inwardly, as she realised the only thing she could do to save them. It was going to be painful, but she must. Ember would have to drink it all. Just as the benevolent beast had mentally prepared herself for this task, the dam suddenly burst! The water sent the stone wall exploding in all directions, crumbling it to dust beneath its force and flooding down the valleys, heading directly for the village as her personal lake once had. Ember wasted no time, closing her mind and her nerves to the pain in her bladder from the sound, the sight, and now the sudden movement; she soared through the air at top speed to catch the flood. It took about two miles for her to catch up, and by then the village was in sight! The people who had been celebrating the falseness of their prophesied demise, and the departure of the dragon, were suddenly thrown into hysteria again as they saw both her, and the waves, approaching. By now, Ember was ahead of the water, and had only to find some way to direct it into her jaws. She got ahead of it and landed only a mile from the people, her back to them, facing the hurtling, exponentially accelerating water. Her brow lowered, her eyes narrowed, and with a mighty deep breath she unleashed a great wave of fire which reduced the hills either side of her to molten lava. Once done, her wings spread out and cupped this magma, unharmed by its heat, then shifted the masses into a sort of funnel shape, directing all the water towards her face. Finally, she took a deep breath, blowing the rock until it started to harden once more. She opened her jaws as wide as she could and prepared herself, her stomach, and her poor bladder for the impact. --- That's all for now, let me know what you think and it may continue! Also, while you're here, you can check out some similar little ideas on my forum thread: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/47053-tiny-stories-and-poems-of-desperation/ Thanks for reading!
  16. Hey all! This story was a story started by user BurstingBunnie, called The Urges of Ember the Dragoness, the link for it is here: I highly recommend you read the first two chapters of this story before reading this one for context. I decided to add my own interpretation and conclusion for the story, as this one has not been updated in three years, and was left on a bit of a cliffhanger. This interpretation, should the author return to the original story, is considered "non-canon". The author's version, obviously, should supersede this interpretation, and I welcome the author to return to this story to finish it, or make another story with the same idea or characters. Personally, I really enjoyed the unique setting and scale of Ember, I might return to Ember and the idea of dragon omorashi since I had fun writing this so much. Now, without further ado, her is my interpretation for the final part of The Urges of Ember the Dragoness! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (4,471 words total) Ember exerted her flying strength to the best of her abilities, but could only feel all the liquid in her swollen abdomen slosh downwards and stretch her belly. Her poor bladder, weighing the tons and tons, was a weight too much for even her strength. And she was one of the strongest and fastest fliers of any dragoness. Male dragons were typically far superior in strength and speed to their female counterparts, but nevertheless, she was able to compete with most of the males on the off chance they came into contact. The humans had seen the futile act of flight Ember had displayed, and the Doomsday preachers took notice, and Ember's sympathizers grew weary, but many were compassionate. The Doomsdayers called for war on Ember, as fear took a hold of their agenda. Many more humans grew understanding of their cause and joined in the rally, drowning out the rally of Ember’s supporters. The Doomsdayers hurled aggressions at poor Ember, and some started throwing stones at her. Her scales were plenty tough enough to outlast the thrown rocks - any dragon’s would - but nonetheless it filled her with sadness to see the village turn on her that she put in so much effort and desperation to save. Ember considered trying to stand and walk away from the village and find a place to finally relieve her immense burden, slowly and urgently sloshing inside her huge bladder walls. However, she was afraid to move. The pressure on her poor urethra was beyond immense, implicitly applying it's pressure to her reproductive system, figuratively, as in the arousal from all the pressure, but also literally, as her G-spot ached and begged for something to be put inside it. As she clenched her huge dragon paws on her lower lips, she only just noticed how soaking wet she was. Her juices oozed out of her in preparation for a potential mate to thrust inside of her as she held on to her bladder's payload, moaning and growing as it pushed against her needy pussy and g-spot, only for her to release it all as she came, with enough energy as she roared to create winds to shake homes and trees. Oh… how badly she needed to piss and orgasm everywhere. A thought crossed her mind… Damn these humans, they are but an insignificant species to the might of dragons. The world and time would forget them, and in dragon age, they were mere toddlers. The urge to succumb to her needs mounted. Who in the world would care for a few generations of self-centered humans of one village?... …Ember did. As much as her body begged her to think of herself, even a dragoness such as herself could not bear the guilt of drowning innocent creatures in such a gruesome way. Ember mustered up her strength, wincing and grimacing as she uncrossed her legs. The townspeople quit their squabbling and took notice, nervous in anticipation whether their town was to be drenched in their fiery prophecy. Ember planted her feet, her voluptuous, sexy dragoness body on full display to the town. She blushed red as she knew her soaked, needy pussy lips were being exposed to the whole town, but she had to persevere. She began to stand, her huge bladder bulge again weighing her down. She felt like she drank -and processed- her entire weight in liquid, as she was a big and proud dragoness. The pressure was immense. Tears welled up I'm her eyes as she slowly continued her ascent. Her entire contents pushed down on her urethra and applied the most intense pressure on her G-spot and reproductive system as a whole. Her vision grew blurry as her heart raced and grew light headed. But she was almost there. She was about to click her knees into a fully standing position, standing high above the town… But Ember leaked. She moaned from the pressure, but it sounded like a roar to the townsfolk. A drop, at least a drop to Ember, dripped from her quivering urethra. However this drop was in actuality several gallons of hot piss. It splashed on the ground, creating a small crater and sprayed anyone too close. Ember immediately collapsed from her own weight, digging her paws into her crotch and falling straight on her huge, curvy dragoness ass. The impact of her ass on the ground sent another leak spurting out of her bladder, to be caught by her paw. The impact sent shockwaves equivalent to small earthquakes throughout the village, and its inhabitants were in full panic mode, thinking the dragon they catered so well for was going to finally flood their poor settlement in a blaze of piss. Ember gritted her sharp teeth and clenched her crotch and its respective muscles as much as she could. Her abdomen sloshed and wiggled up and down from the sudden impact, similar to that of a ball impacting the ground and rebounding skyward. The pressure, again, was unbearable. Ember's breath was heavy, with tears in her eyes, clenching down with more force than she ever had to before. The townsfolk that ran to their homes and braced for the waves of amber, started to reemerge at the lack of such. They carefully looked around and back up at the clearly struggling Ember. She felt incredibly weak. Nothing and no one was able to best her strength, but now she was squirming and quivering from her own bladder, it visibly sloshing back and forth as she squirmed, her ass creating a stark imprint in the ground as she wiggled her thick ass into it. Damn it… she thought to herself. She was better than this. She is better than this. She needed to regain her composure. And so, she took a large breath, and consolidated her might to her sore and exhausted pelvic muscles, to recover some semblance of control over herself. Which after some doing, finally took place. She exhaled after what felt like hours… which probably was a few hours it took the recompose herself. She didn't even have to hold herself by her puffy, hot nethers anymore, but she still sit with her dragon thighs squished together with enough force to turn the largest oak trees into splinters. The village decided they needed to figure out what to do next. A threat seemed to loom over them, an unprecedented threat that seemed unavoidable and could not be moved. A meeting was held in the town square, and the most intellectual thinkers and leaders gathered and spoke to the nervous crowd, who glanced at the quivering, squirming dragoness from time to time. The meeting described some solutions that could be taken, but people were split on both the urgency and how much they should invest in a solution. One member suggested they cut their losses and evacuate the city to become the domain of the dragon. Ember, who was able to hear the meeting thanks to supernatural senses. Agreed wholeheartedly, but still felt bad about destroying the homes and lives of the village people. To her dismay, the village was unwilling to leave, and it reflected in the public opinion. Another suggested digging a huge hole so the dragon could relieve herself. More libertarian villagers adamantly opposed, unwilling to devote the time and resources to such a project. Another side stated the logistical concern of how big to make it, and what would the village do with a massive lake, tens of thousands of gallons, with stinking yellow dragon piss. It was ultimately shot down, similarly to an idea to transport Ember the thousands of miles to an ocean via a giant "cart". Another idea sprung forth suggesting that large buckets be used, drawn by horses, to incrementally let Ember empty a little of her bladder over time, to be dumped at a discreet location. Immediately the idea was called into question: "What if the dragon couldn't control her stream?" Ember herself had faith but not certainty she could prevent that from happening. Ember watched in anticipation as the wheels of democracy slowly turned. And slow and aggravating they were. Suggestions turned to arguments, arguments into insults. Ember bounced and jiggled her legs and wiggled her butt. She rolled her eyes at the inefficiency of humans. If dragons had a disagreement, over space or a hoard for example, it all came down to a matter of strength in a battle, sometimes to the death. Although uncommon, these battles were devastating, destroying whole forests and turning hills into mountains from the scars of battle. At least it was more concise than the systems humans put in place. Finally, after hours of discussion, with the sun setting and Ember's bladder continuing to apply its immense pressure, every jiggle of her bulge sending shivers down her spine, and every pulse of her nether region sending arousal to her brain, a conclusion was reached. A more conservative group emerged that wished to keep efforts and costs low, and they proposed engineering a "plug" to keep the dragon's bladder at bay, until the next generations, which they agree to be more advanced and resourceful, can deal with the needs of the dragon. The general public seemed to like this approach, and little opposition was present. Ember was aghast at the idea and blushed red at the thought of the humans inserting a plug into her dragonhood… But her interest was piqued. How well could a human invention stand to the might of a dragon and her bladder? And if it did, the thought of having her bladder be plugged and test her limits was tantalizing. Perhaps, as the mantra goes, dragons can hold forever. She could be the first dragon to have some so, and holding could take this already immense pressure on her reproductive organs and make her sexual endeavors that much more blissful. She could only imagine the feeling of finding another strong, powerful dragon of the opposite sex, bending her over, and fucking her senseless as he presses his scaly organ deep into her, pushing and prodding her bladder's walls, making her feel a great matter of sensual pleasure, making her roar and moan, perhaps even spit fire as she has done in the past. And when all was said and done, the dragon would cum hundreds and hundreds of gallons straight into her womb, filling her up much like her bladder has filled her thus far. She would cum along with him, roaring loud enough to shear the leaves off of trees and uproot them with the boom of her orgasm, that would send both shakes down her body and the Earth. Or… or she could find a guild of male dragons, and submit to them, letting them do whatever they please to her and her bladder, all without spilling a single drop of her payload. They could make her drink, push on her, even engulf her in their fire or be used solely as a vessel for their sexual desires, covering her and filling her up with their semen. She prayed to be used as such until her next hibernation, or even past that. She also thought of touring the world for other dragonesses, and challenging them to a contest of strength regarding their bladders. They could drink entire lakes and seas and see which would be the first to release their bladders of thousands of gallons of piss. Ember might be cheating with the plug, but her bladders sheer tenacity would earn respect on its own. Perhaps it could train her to hold those loads on her own. Having won a contest, Ember could get the dragoness to submit to her, and she could have a harem of desperate (she would forbid them from relieving themselves, of course) dragonesses for her exploitation, and her sexual pleasure whenever she needed it. Her mind wandered to a great variety and quantity of sexual fantasies. Her paws snaked their way down to her crotch to grab a hold of herself, the pressure of her bladder mounting ever so prominently, but also to very gently rub her clit, being nearly the size of a person. She cooed softly at the sensual touch and her runaway arousal as her dreams went wild envisioning the great fun and pleasure she could have. Her daydreaming went on for some time. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes squint closed and she caressed, squeezed, and rubbed her horribly needy clit. However, the feeling lasted for only what appeared to be a short while, as the rays of the sun and the murmurs of the town awoke her. She opened her eyes, it was morning now, she must have been daydreaming those lewd thoughts all night. The cluster of town inhabitants stood within very close proximity to her crotch, her quivering pussy in full view of them. She blushed horribly as they motioned up and down and talked amongst themselves. The group all looked fairly smart, Ember thought it might have been a group of the village’s smartest people to address their problem. She remembered the town's idea of a plug, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed but also excited for its “installation”. The members of the group reached a consensus, it seemed, and motioned a group to come forward. Out came a large wagon, with a completely peeled and sanded tree trunk, just big enough to fit her urethra, it would seem, carried by a number of peasants. Ember grew flushed as she could feel herself sweat. The anticipation was also making her need much more precedent. She tried to avoid covering herself, but curled her toes and clenched her teeth keeping her flood at bay. The wagon had reached its destination, right at the level of her urethral opening. Ember breathed deep and heavy breaths as she tried to maintain her composure. She could tell just by looking at it, that the trunk was still definitely too big to fit, at least conventionally. However, she only just noticed how slick and wet she still was around her crotch. Her pussy was soaking wet with her teasing and self-indulgence and daydreaming, which extended to her urethral opening, serving as a lubricant, making the opening slick and slippery. Some of the men jumped on the wagon, and began pulling and stretching her urethra’s opening. “Mmmmmf!!~” She barely contained a moan and rolled her eyes back in pleasure. Her poor peehole was so sensitive and sore from her endeavors that the human’s tiny hands sent amazing sensations to her brain. They could barely get a grip to pull it open, as it was so well-lubricated. Some other men began to push the end of the trunk into her urethra while the others held it open. It prodded the opening, sending more sensations of pleasure and anticipation within Ember. She gripped her scally thighs as the nipples on her breasts began to harden like boulders. The men began to very slowly push the trunk inside her. Ember was in pure bliss, she felt she was on the verge of cumming violently from all these feelings. She pinched and twisted her right nipple as she clenched her left thigh with intense strength. The more they pushed, the more Ember began to reach the tipping point of releasing her pent up sexual need. She could feel herself getting closer… and closer… and closer… She could feel it, that burning release she had been craving for over a millenia… It was right there… just… a bit… more… But the townsfolk stopped pushing the trunk. It was now solidly in her puffy, quivering urethra, and felt no need to keep pushing. “No! Please! Keep pushing! I’m so close!”. Ember was desperate and enraged that she was so near her release. The pressure to orgasm and to piss the volume of lakes was immense, and the trunk exacerbated both, but now it wasn’t enough to please her. Ember could only sigh in disappointment. But in the meantime, the village revoiced. They felt they were victorious in the threat over their settlement, providing a strong but temporary solution to their problem, to be solved by their future generations. Ember was less certain of the plug’s durability. She felt that if she pushed even a little hard, or made one wrong move, or God forbid: orgasm, it would shoot out as a projectile and drown the village in their prophecy, providing Ember with the intense relief and satisfaction she desperately craved, but was ultimately not worth taking the innocent lives of thousands of humans. She decided to let the humans have their victory. At the very least, she would not have the threat of leaking under normal circumstances. Despite the added assurance, Ember decided not to take any unnecessary risks by standing or walking, with flying now an impossibility. She made herself comfortable in the patch of land she had been sitting in for the past couple days. It had been a few weeks now, and Ember was still holding on tight, with her new lid firmly on the overflowing bottle of her bladder. Her belly extended so far she couldn’t see the top half of her thighs. The pressure of her bladder of many lakes pushed on all aspects of her body immensely. The rainy season’s rains only added to her pressure. On some days a downpour would torrent on Ember. If the torrents happened while she slept, her dreams were filled with the thoughts of those rains adding each and every drop to her ginormous capacity. It could be said with certainty, that Ember held the most any dragon, nay, any thing has ever held before. And Ember loved it. The pressure on her urethra, on her body, on her libido, everywhere pressure could be felt, it was there, and she loved it all. Liquid sloshed inside of her, bouncing her belly back and forth, up and down as she moved every so slightly. Despite her bladder’s condition, she still craved more. During the downpours she would open her jaws to the sky and inhale more and more of the rain’s water, adding perhaps another couple hundred, if not thousands, of gallons of liquid to her gargantuan tank. Not because she was thirsty, but just so she could see just how far she could go. She had been slowly and secretly playing with herself those weeks as well, she was so incredibly sensitive from all the pressure, that just by touching her clit she risked orgasming everywhere and releasing her contents all over the village. She regrettably remained mostly abstinent from her indulgence, but it was truly starting to weigh on her. And she truly, truly, needed to pee. Even as the dragon montra goes, with dragons never needing to pee and all, Ember had to admit to herself that after drinking perhaps an oceans worth of water, it was only a matter of time before she would burst everywhere. The tree trunk that had remained in her urethra for all those weeks was beginning to loosen, the pressure slowly working it out of her. Yet, the townspeople took no notice or care in Ember, despite her plainly obvious condition. They had no understanding, so they remained blissfully unaware of the impending doom they thought they had solved for the time being. Ember put a paw on her belly, it was completely firm. It had no give, and now, no more room to expand. By this point, there was little she could do but try to hold back the inevitable. She clawed at her crotch to try to push the plug far enough into her urethra, to no avail: the pressure slid it back out just after she would push it back in, every time. She breathed heavily, just trying her absolute hardest to remain in control that was slowly slipping from her. But on this Spring afternoon, something felt a bit off to Ember. As a dragoness, she was notably in touch with her surroundings, even in her desperate state. She could feel the ground shake, and it felt as if something was… moving, no, churning inside of the Earth. Suddenly, the churning sensation started to turn to a slight rumble. Uh oh. Ember recognized almost immediately what was going on. She has been on this Earth for many eras and witnessed many of these events. The rumble grew stronger, the people of the village looked around in confused concern. And then, the Earth began to shake. The shaking sensation was much felt by Ember’s bladder, her firm abdomen sloshing back and forth as the ground shook. She clawed her crotch, barely able to reach it around her hugely distended belly. The shaking grew more and more in intensity, people fled to their homes, screaming and panicking. Suddenly, a cracking boom was heard all over the village. It came from the mountain that Ember used to call her den. The mountain was beginning to collapse in on itself! The mountain imploded, as suddenly huge clouds of ash began to erupt out of the side of the mountain. No doubt about it, the large mountain that Ember called her den was actually a dormant volcano! It explains why the mountain’s insides were nice and warm, she thought. The implosion opened a crater inside the mountain, and hot magma began pouring out and flowing quickly towards the village! Ember had seen eruptions before, but this volcano had produced the most magma she had ever seen, it would absolutely drown the village in fiery death no sooner than a minute! Ember knew what she had to do. Perhaps on instinct, perhaps due to her absolutely insanely desperate need, she made up her mind to save the village, once again. But first she had to position herself between the village and the flow. The magma flow was approaching the East side of the village; she was at the North. She would have to stand and move in order to meet it, and fast. As quickly as she could, she began to stand up, her bladder violently protesting ,trying to release several leaks as she moved. She grew light headed from standing up so fast, and moaned at the sensation. She still had her paws firmly in her crotch. She paced over to the East side, her staggered steps ringing thuds that shook the Earth. Her bladder tried to spurt and release its contents at every step. Her bladder had enough, it wanted out. Ember managed to reach the East side of the village perimeter, the flow advancing strongly towards her, the heat of the lava warming her where she stood. Her bladder was pushing with incredible force, Ember’s vision grew fuzzy as she breathed very heavily. The tree trunk that was stuffed into her uterus was slipping out, and splintering from the force it had kept at bay for so long. This is it, Ember knew exactly what she had to do. She fell down on her thick rump, laid back, legs spread, and pushed with all her strength. The tree trunk flew out like a projectile, and the frothing, boiling piss, trapped in her for millennia from before her hibernation, sprayed out in a similar fashion. Ember roared violently at the pleasure and satisfaction she experienced, and immediately dug her paw onto her clit, to which it took only a few strong strokes for her to orgasm the most amazing and violent orgasm she had ever experienced. The piss poured out like the strongest waterfall on Earth, and cooled and hardened the lava, stopping it in its tracks! The piss misted into the air on contact with the magma, so there was no risk of Ember flooding the valley of the village. Ember’s piss and sustained orgasm lasted for hours, all the liquid inside of her taking its time to come out, but still shot out with such incredible force it could carve a canyon into the hardest rock. Ember was in pure bliss. The only thing that could make it better was a giant dragon cock being stuffed inside her as she released, but she could hardly complain. But as the day turned to evening, Ember’s torrential waterfall turned into a river, then to a stream, then to a trickle, then nothing at all. The volcano had similarly emptied its contents, the magma hardened into a unique obsidian that shined a glossy black. Ember felt weak and limp, but was completely, totally satisfied. Her breath was heavy, and she was tired. But eventually, she mustered her strength to look back at the village she had saved. They looked at her, utterly flabbergasted, but erupted into cheers and celebration at their savior, once again. The prophecy came true, somewhat, but the boiling yellow rivers were to save their village, not to destroy it. A celebration bigger than the last was held, with more partying, drinking, and even praying and blessing the dragoness, as to some, she was a goddess. Ember was flattered, but was too exhausted to do much of anything else. The same as before, she was offered expensive wine and the best animals the farms could slaughter for her consumption, which she accepted gracefully. She once again drank a strong amount of alcohol and other beverages, which made its way through her tired kidneys and to her battle-scarred bladder. But she could hardly care, she was so exhausted. She dozed off to sleep as the partying continued into the night. Ember awoke to the whole town bowing and praying to her. As a sign of good fortune, they continued their offerings, but Ember knew she had overstayed her welcome, by some time. She felt much lighter, shedding perhaps her entire body weight in urine. She felt flight come back to her as easy as ever, and her stomach, still bloated as it was recovering, was much, much smaller. Ember bowed back to the village, which gave one last hurrah back to Ember. She beat her wings, and began to take off to the skies, to explore the world once more after her hibernation, seeking the company of other dragons, particularly male ones - despite her pleasure, she wouldn’t feel totally fulfilled without something extra. She flew a thousand miles, before coming across a lake and feeling thirsty, to which she gulped nearly half its volume. Her belly full of liquid, she took to the sky, this weight meaning little to her by now. She flew another couple thousand miles, before reaching a shoreline over a massive ocean. The sight of all that water made Ember start to feel the very first urges of needing to piss, rather unprecedented being so soon after her immense relief. Ember ignored the urge, and continued to fly over the ocean, opting to hold it. The End
  17. Angie was holding in too much urine. She had her trembling leg muscles clenched tight as she struggled to look casual. Her hands were clasped nonchalantly in front of her. When no one was looking, she discreetly pinched at the crotch of her jeans, rubbing her thighs together as her knees came up in an uneasy march. To a passive observer, she looked kind of uncomfortable, but under the surface she was dying. Her swollen bladder was pulsating under the pressure, screaming with urinary urgency. As soon as a 3 second piss started squirting out and forming a golf ball sized spot on her crotch, she stiffly speed-walked to her room. She scrambled through the doorway and closed it behind her, her whole body trembling. Out of sight of anyone, she clutched her crotch tightly, twisting her legs together and doubling over. The sensation of desperation was coming in waves, lessening to a dire pulse in between intense surges of pressure. Once the wave was over, she stood in front of a mirror and unbuttoned and unzipped her tight jeans, pulling her shirt up and her underwear down a bit to view a tender ovular distention just above a tuft of her pubic hair. It was starting to hurt. Her urge started to come back around, intensifying until she felt like she was about to piss again. Hopping around, she pulled her undergarments down and wiped her wet vagina with her panties. Then she stepped in place as she grabbed a fresh pair and pulled them on. She stuck her hand inside them and squeezed her bare pussy, pressing her thighs together and leaning against the wall for a moment before, still holding herself, pulling a black skirt out and putting that on, too. She gave herself a minute to squirm and get composed, then left her room and went back to the bathroom, where her sister Brooke had suddenly taken first spot in the queue. "Hey, what the hell? I was here first!" Brooke looked up from her phone. "Uhh, what?" The poor girl, who was usually completely private about such needs, was brought to such a level of desperation that it surpassed her shyness. She lowered her voice and said "I have to pee so bad, Brooke, I'm so serious," she begged. "I've been standing here waiting forever, I just left for a second!" "Sorry, dude, you know I have an overactive bladder. I have to get in there." A dribble leaked out of her clenched urinary sphincter, causing her to jerk forward and jam her fingers in between her thighs for a second. She made eye contact with her sister, embarrassed, then she turned around and rushed back into her room. By this point, Angie was genuinely dying to piss. It was getting unbearable and she wanted to cry. She crawled on her knees onto the bed and slowly doubled over, harshly pressing her fingers into her vagina as she buried her face in the covers. Even though she'd hadn't leaked very much, she felt warm, damp persperation in her underwear and thighs from the strain of holding it all in. The fluctuating surge of pressure came to its peak again. She bit the blanket and groaned, writhing as her body was racked with discomfort, her tired, aching urethra trembling and straining under the pressure, threatening to fail. She felt the hot, wet patch of urine quickly spread through the fabric before she heard the hissing. It gurgled against her squeezing fingers as she turned onto her butt and jumped off the bed, frantically grabbing at herself and jerking her hips back and forth. Drops of urine fell onto the hardwood between her feet before she was able to force the flow to stop. Her entire body was trembling and she was in immense agony, her bulging bladder screaming to be emptied. She could feel hot liquid dripping down her thighs and used her skirt to dry it. She stepped side to side, lurching back and forth and holding herself, whimpering and starting to cry. Hot urine loudly spurted out of her in a loud, erratically pulsing stream. She ran five steps to her door before doubling over, legs pressed tightly together and hands gripping at her skirt, tensing every muscle in her body trying to stop herself from peeing. Tears started rolling down her face as she let out a sob, piss dribbling from her ass and splattering on the floor. Her stream would stop for a second, then immediately pick back up and hiss out of her like a firehose. Her bladder was so full and hurting that poor Angie could hardly stand it any longer. This fluctuating urine stream continued for the better part of a minute before she was able to force her tired body to contain the rest of the ocean of liquid inside her tortured bladder. She looked behind her at the trail of drops, then under her at the sizeable puddle she'd made. Her soaked underwear was still dripping, and her swollen bladder was still screaming. She hobbled to her hamper and threw a dirty towel over the puddle. Piss slowly seeped out of her pussy and she couldn't stop it, no matter how tightly she gripped herself. Suddenly, her bedroom door opened. "Hey, the bathrooms open, Ang-" Brooke started, then stopped mid-sentence when she saw the desperate state her sister was in, madly grabbing at herself and contorting her body, frantically trying to keep her urine in. "Oh my gosh! Just run- just run to the bathroom! Quick!" "I c-can't..." Angie stuttered, squeezing desperately at her slowly leaking vagina. "I-I can't move! I'll p-pee... I j-just ne-ed a m-minute..." Brooke saw the little streams of pee rolling down her sister's legs. She hesitated, then said "just let go. It isn't worth it, Angie." Angie shook her head, trembling and holding herself. She was hurting so bad. Brooke sighed. "Are you gonna make me do this?" The desperate girl was too preoccupied with her screaming need to process what had been said to her. Her sister reached over and squeezed her sides, her most ticklish spot. Angie yelped, jumping away as her body squeezed out a hard stream of piss that loudly splattered to the floor. "Don't! I-it's..." she stuttered, frantically lurching her hips around and grabbing at herself, but she couldn't stop pissing. It was too late. Her body had given out, completely opening the floodgates and letting the huge amount of hot piss she'd been holding inside of her to flow through soaked fabric, streaming down her legs and forming a huge puddle around her. Brooke was grabbing dirty laundry and throwing it at her sister's feet, trying to minimize the damage that was being made. It seemed like Angie would piss forever. After almost two minutes, the powerful stream died down to barely a leak. She couldn't stop that either, and that went on for a long time, even while they had a conversation: "How'd this even happen, anyway?" Brooke asked, wiping up her sister's urine with a shirt. "I just hold it in a lot and don't realize until it's bad..." Angie admitted, feeling warm fluid flowing between her legs. "You can't do that a lot, jeez! You're gonna end up like me. I pee my pants all the time." "Really?" "If you would've went before me just now, the roles would've been reversed. Except I would've been prepared for it." Angie thought for a second, then asked "how do you prepare for it?"
  18. Out of every character from any movie, tv show, etc. Helen Parr aka Elastigirl is the one I barely see any content about on this site. I mean it's freaking Elastigirl, She could get into any scenario involving omorashi. She Literally has STRETCHING [email protected] Imagine how big her bladder can get! Anyway I'm gonna think of a story for her. Any Ideas?
  19. Hi everyone, I’m still slowly writing this story, sorry it has taken me so long to finish the next chapter! In case you missed them: Part 1 - the interview Part 2 - the first day Here is part three. Warning: contains nudity and lesbian sex ———————————— “Life drawing class. Come desperate.” That’s what the message had said. Alice was becoming accustomed to unusual requests and situations where her bladder control was stretched right to the limit. This sounded relatively… normal? ‘Probably be a weird twist to it somewhere’ she thought as she pulled white panties over her smooth thighs and nestled them against her already damp crotch. That was another thing she was becoming accustomed to. As soon as a message came through, her mind would race about the incredible, intense feeling of being utterly bursting to pee and desperately clinging on, shaking with the pleasure and effort. Several times she had lost control on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm and just thinking about it made her tingle with excitement. Over her panties she pulled a pair of jeans, threw on a bra which matched the panties and a t-shirt and finished her third beer. Her bladder was sending signals already. Better get a move on. By the time she arrived at the Omobar, she was tapping her foot and her tight jeans were digging in to her bladder. Alice took the elevator down to the executive changing rooms and discovered that Rachel was already there. Alice was the most attracted to, and also most intimidated by Rachel of all the girls working at Omobar. She had a smouldering look and a voice that always sounded like she was going to pounce on you and rip your clothes off with her teeth. “Evening gorgeous” she purred. Alice felt her pussy get a little wetter. “What have we got in store today?” “We will be working very closely together I think” Rachel winked and Alice felt a little flutter in her chest and a bigger flutter in her bladder. She crossed her legs. “Oh really?” Often the girls were booked by separate groups so it seemed like the thing Rachel was suggesting would be slightly unusual. “In what way?” “Life drawing. Simple as that. The clients want two desperate models, trying to hold their pee whilst holding a pose.” Rachel looked incredible. How could one woman look so sexy all the time? Alice stared at the blonde, mentally running her hands over those smooth curves, maybe taking a nipple in her mouth, maybe slipping her hand into Rachel’s panties. Her bladder brought her back with a jolt. She quickly grabbed her crotch for a moment to regain control. Got it felt good. “So we’re both posing together?” Alice asked, removing her hand with reluctance. “They have a bunch of different ideas I think.” Rachel bounced up and down a couple of times “God I hope they are quick though, I went a bit too hard on the drinks and I really need a wee. It’s making me horny as fuck!” Alice took a shuddering breath. “Me too. Beer always hits me quick.” She took a step towards Rachel. The girls stared at each other for a few seconds, just a few inches apart. Rachel reached her hand forwards and it brushed Alice’s stomach, who winced and pushed her legs together tighter, not breaking eye contact. Rachel took Alice’s hand and pressed it gently against her bladder. It was as hard as a rock. Images of Rachel being unable to hold this cascade of pee any longer flashed through Alice’s mind, causing her crotch to get even wetter. This woman was holding a huge amount of pee already. Alice caught herself thinking wild thoughts about burying her face in Rachel’s desperate pussy, tasting juices and pee and… Alice’s breathing was getting faster. As her concentration left her bladder her pee was pushing with more force. She was stepping from foot to foot, twisting her legs together and trying to pull her mind away from Rachel’s vagina. Suddenly, as if she was reading Alice’s mind, Rachel started sliding Alice’s hand lower. Alice felt her fingers brushing the waistband of Rachel’s jeans, then traveling slowly inside. She felt the lace of her panties, and still Rachel slowly pushed her hand lower. A brush of coarse and neatly trimmed hair, still lower. Alice felt the wetness. It coated the inside of Rachel’s panties, her clit, labia and everywhere else. Alice could barely contain her pee. Her excitement and arousal was peaking and her bladder control was weakening fast. A dribble escaped, and Alice took her other hand and jammed it into her crotch. She was on the verge of losing control, but couldn’t bring herself to pull away from Rachel’s intense stare, heavy breathing, rock hard bladder and soaking wet panties. So the women stayed there for a few seconds. Alice’s hand inside Rachel’s panties and outside her own. Both girls squirming and trying to keep pee inside them. Alice bent her middle finger slightly and felt is slide effortlessly over the slippery folds of Rachel’s labia. Rachel took a shuddering breath. The finger brushed Rachel’s clit, swollen and begging for attention. Rachel let out a little moan, still not breaking eye contact. Suddenly, Rachel’s eyes closed in concentration and Alice felt a hot spray of pee hit her fingers and heard the momentary hiss. “Aaarrrhhh” Rachel growled, pulling away and putting both hands in her crotch. “I can’t control myself around you” she smiled a mischevious smile. “I’ll get you for that.” She closed her eyes, regained her composure and, after ten seconds or so, removed her hands. There was a wet patch on her jeans. “Better get naked then” she breathed, and did exactly that. Alice watched as jeans and panties slid down over smooth thighs, spreading the wetness from Rachel’s crotch to the inside of her thighs. Her pussy glistened in the warm light. Rachel pulled her top and bra off in one motion, giving Alice a head on view of her beautiful breasts. “Your turn” she said to Alice, lifting one leg and squirming her curvy hips desperately. Alice followed suit and soon both women were standing there nude, legs crossed, bent slightly at the waist. “Showtime” smiled Alice, and they pushed open the doors and headed into the bar. Inside there was a central podium, raised slightly, with several spotlights illuminating it. Around the edge were eight people, 5 men and three women as far as Alice could tell, with easels, paints, charcoal and all kinds of other artistic paraphernalia. A commanding woman stood in the centre of the podium, beckoning them over. She was talking at them before they even arrived. “The point of this class is for us to draw the human body in multiple positions whilst the bladder is full. We are studying the location of the organs and how they can be viewed externally and so we need to see your bladders bulge outwards as much as possible.” She raised an eyebrow at Alice who was stepping from foot to foot rapidly, trying to hold her pee. “And you must keep still, or we can’t draw you properly” Alice felt a moment of fear. Keep still? Pee was about to burst out of her and moving around was the only thing holding it in! She nodded and thrust her hand into her crotch, forcing her legs to stop shaking. She had momentarily forgotten how incredibly wet she was, but her hand confirmed that she had got, if anything, even wetter. “None of that either” the woman said scornfully. “You’re naked for a reason, we need to be able to see… all of you” Alice nodded again, and clenched her bladder shut with all her strength. No moving and no holding. How was she supposed to stop herself peeing everywhere? Her pee burned to come out, her bladder was pulsing with the beat of her heart and yet she held on. The woman was telling them where and how to pose. “Legs apart, hold your hands together above your head. You!” The woman pointed at Alice. “Over here, facing her, same position” Alice stood where instructed, put her hands above her head with her fingers clasped together. It stretched her bladder and she raised her knee slightly as her pee tried to escape. She felt a slap on her inner thigh as the woman pushed her legs apart. ‘Fuck me I am desperate now’ Alice thought to herself. The woman sat down in the circle and Alice heard some rattling of pencils or charcoals or something as the artists began their work. She forced herself to breathe slowly. To just take it one minute at a time. The intensity of the stretched position, the pounding of her bladder and the complete exposure of her naked form was making her heart beat faster and her fingers tingle with excitement. All she could think about was how desperately her body needed to pee. ‘If I don’t distract myself with something, I’m going to explode’ she thought to herself. Luckily, the perfect distraction was right in front of her. Rachel’s dark nipples were pointing straight at Alice. Alice’s eyes feasted on the soft curve of Rachel’s breasts, the smooth, flat stomach, stretched longer by the pose, curving down over a huge bladder bulge to a patch of dark blonde, nearly trimmed hair. The hair stopped at the edge of a glistening slit, lips bulging slightly with arousal. Rachel’s legs were the perfect distance apart to reveal her wetness as it slowly trickled down her left thigh. Alice imagined taking her tongue and slowly licking over that beautiful pussy, hard enough to taste the juices but soft enough to just be teasing. She imagined Rachel being unable to hold the flood back any more and pee exploding into her mouth as the blonde desperately tried to stop it coming out. “Stop moving” the woman’s voice was sharp and reprimanding. Alice realised she was grinding her hips, her clit searching for some stimulation and her pee hole searching for something to help its exhausted muscles. Alice wasn’t sure which was a more desperate need. With an enormous effort, she forced herself to stand still again and brought her focus back above Rachel’s waist. Her chest was heaving, breasts moving up and down with the rhythm. With a little shock, Alice realised that Rachel was looking right at her, not breaking eye contact for a moment. Her beautiful big eyes staring right into Alice’s dirtiest thoughts. Rachel was shaking slightly, biting her bottom lip. Every minute or so, her brow would furrow and her eyes would squint slightly as she fought back wave after wave of frantic desperation. Alice estimated that about 30 minutes had passed since the encounter in the changing room. Rachel’s bladder had been rock solid then and she had needed to grab herself to stop peeing after Alice touched her. Had she said what she had been drinking? Alice couldn’t remember but if Rachel had been that desperate half an hour ago, she must be utterly frantic now. Some minutes later, both girls were on the verge of losing control. Both were shaking, neither could stop grinding their hips and at one point Alice had even had to break the pose for a second to grab herself as she almost lost control. The whole time, neither girl had broken eye contact. This time it was Rachel’s turn to almost lose it. “No” she said quickly and quietly as both her hands dove for her crotch. Alice broke eye contact and stared. The river of liquid from Rachel’s crotch had progressed from her upper thigh to half-way down, and both of her thighs glistened with moisture. Shuddering and panting, Rachel brought it under control again and raised her hands back above her head. Alice saw a worried look in her eyes, but also an orgasmic weakness like she was on the verge of coming. The woman’s voice snapped Alice out of her dreams again. “Ok, you can stop now.” Alice’s bladder seemed to double in pressure as her brain relaxed her muscles. Was this the end? She grabbed her crotch with all her might, twisting her legs together and grinding her fingers into her pee hole. She couldn’t believe how slippery her crotch was, she could barely grip on to anything. “Fuck fuck fuck can we pee now?” Rachel was sitting on her heel, grinding it forcefully between her legs, whilst scissoring them together and apart, together and apart. “Of course not, it’s only been an hour” the woman looked incredulous. An hour? It felt like three. Alice was on the very very edge of control as every other part of her body tried to push the pee out past her hands. “The second pose. You.” She pointed at Alice. “Lie here.” Alice did as she was told and lay down in the centre of the circle on her back, hands frantically trying to apply enough pressure to her crotch to stop the flood. The weight of her bladder intensified as gravity pulled it downwards. She whimpered slightly but bit her lip. If only she wasn’t so incredibly wet she’d be able to hold on a bit better. It felt incredible having her hands there, pushing against her pulsating clit. She felt her muscles go weak with excitement, pleasure and pain. “You, put your knees here” the woman slapped the ground by Alice’s ears, “your hands here,” she slapped the ground again, either side of Alice’s butt, “and your face here,” Alice’s inner thigh. Rachel tentatively obeyed, rising slowly off her heel and quickly putting her hands in her crotch as a replacement. She was taking enormous care not to jolt her tortured bladder. Her smooth thigh moved over Alice’s head, suspending her hands and crotch, glistening with pee and her juices, directly above Alice’s face. “I’m going to need you to help me hold this” Rachel whispered, flicking her tongue out for a tiny moment. Slowly she took three deep breaths and removed her hands, revealing a swollen, soaking wet pussy which was clearly straining with effort. Rachel put her head between Alice’s legs and Alice felt her blonde hair tickle the inside of her thighs and the backs of her hands, which were still clinging to her crotch. “Your hands go here” the woman said abruptly, slapping Rachel’s hips. At the exact moment of the slap, Rachel gasped and a jet of pee squirted forcefully out of her pee hole, which was just inches from Alice’s face, hitting Alice on the forehead. Instinctively, Alice shoved a hand against the source of the squirt, leaving her with one hand in her own crotch and one on Rachel’s who was desperately shaking and grinding trying to hold back the flood. Rachel’s pussy felt incredible. Warm, soft, so wet it felt like satin. Alice could feel the bump of her swollen clit against her palm and the clenching of her pelvic floor muscles in her fingertips as she tried to hold on. “Are you quite ready?” Disdain again from the woman. “Mmh hmm” Rachel grunted in acknowledgement. Alice took both her hands, each one wet with different juices, and placed them on Rachel’s hips as instructed. Rachel’s hair tickled her crotch in a way that was almost impossible to bear. It partly felt like pee flowing out of her, making her bladder scream even louder, and partly like the gentlest of touches, sending her into a wild frenzy of arousal. But the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen was suspended just above her face. Rachel’s legs were open and her pussy lips slightly parted. Alice could smell a mixture of pee and hot juices and feel the heat radiating from the poor tortured crotch. Rachel was so wet she was dripping onto Alice’s chin. She was frantically grinding back and forth, like her pussy was searching for anything that could help its terrible pressure, but it found nothing. Alice was in her own world of desperation. It felt like the whole world was trying to push its way out of her pee hole. She wanted desperately to clamp her legs together but Rachel’s head stopped that. A particularly strong wave hit. Alice could feel it coming. She wiggled her hips and pushed her crotch up and down, squeezing her muscles as tightly as possible bit it wasn’t enough. A trickle made its way out of her, running down into her crack and on to the floor. She whimpered again. The flood was coming and without any help, she couldn’t stop it. Another trickle. Frantic wiggling, squeezing, breathing hard. A spurt. And then… Just as the unstoppable flood pushed Alice beyond her breaking point, something warm pressed itself against her crotch, locking the pee in her bladder for a little longer. It flicked her clit and fireworks shot through Alice’s body. Her hands went numb and her legs started to shake. Rachel’s tongue lapped up and down her slit, teasing, stroking her clit, pressing hard on her pee hole every few seconds just as Alice felt herself losing control. Alice was on the verge of peeing and the very edge of orgasm simultaneously, but Rachel’s skillful tongue knew exactly how to keep both just a tiny bit out of reach. Drip, drip. Rachel’s juices were flowing even faster now, together with a tiny rivulet of pee which had emerged from the poor girl’s tortured urethra. Rachel subtly widened her thighs, lowering her pussy on to Alice’s face just as a hot spurt of pee shot out of her again. “Help” Rachel begged. Alice didn’t need any more than that. She clamped her mouth on to the straining pussy, tasting the metallic tang of the juices and the faint acidity of diluted pee. The taste drove Alice further and deeper into her sexual haze. She didn’t know where Rachel ended and her mouth began. Her bladder was pounding and her clit was sending electric shocks through her body as Rachel lapped at her pussy. Alice was lost. The sharp pain in her bladder had migrated all the way to the very tip of her pee hole. The pleasure in her clit was making her whole body shake violently. She was having trouble concentrating on what her own mouth was doing. “Please help” Rachel begged again and Alice realised she had been focusing on her own crotch too much and was barely moving her tongue on Rachel’s pussy. Rachel was trying desperately to hump Alice’s face to keep her pee inside but it was leaking out regularly. Alice buried her face between Rachel’s thighs with renewed fervor, her own haze of desperation reaching its peak. Sucking, thrusting and lapping between Rachel’s legs. Everything was wet, everything was slipping over everything. The artists and their charcoal forgotten, Alice felt Rachel shaking harder and harder, pain and pleasure blurring together. “Too.. much…” Rachel gasped, but it was too late. Alice’s tongue danced over Rachel’s clit again. Rachel’s legs tried to squeeze together as she started to cum, but Alice’s head was in the way. Pee exploded from Rachel’s pussy, shooting into Alice’s face and spraying out all over the two women. Pee ran in rivers down Alice’s cheeks and neck as it poured out of Rachel. Rachel’s legs were shaking and convulsing violently as the orgasm took over her body and her arms gave way, causing her breasts to crash directly into Alice’s bladder. That was the final straw for Alice, as she felt pee burst out of her crotch. Rachel’s tongue shook with the same intensity as the rest of her body, assaulting Alice’s clit. As pee gushed from her swollen bladder, The relief of finally peeing mixed with the constant clit stimulation and the sight of Rachel’s pulsating orgasm pushing waves of pee from her body was enough to push Alice over the edge too. She felt the orgasm coming, wave after wave after wave, charging though her body, emanating in pulses from her crotch and spreading intense numbness and convulsions through her entire body. Pee poured out of both women, both shaking as the orgasms went on and on, both still pushing their tongues between the other’s thighs. It took almost two minutes for both bladders to empty and both orgasms to subside. Rachel lay, exhausted, on top of Alice, mouth still buried in her crotch. Alice’s lips were still against Rachel’s slit as both girls lay spent, surrounded by a pool of their shared urine, panting and slowly coming back to reality. Alice wanted to lie here forever, to smell this smell, taste this taste and feel this feeling until she died. Neither Alice nor Rachel were in any position to notice or care, but the sharp woman in charge of the artists nodded to herself. “That’ll do” ————————————— Do you want a trip to the Omobar? Anything goes, as long as there is desperation involved. Let me know what the next chapter should look like in the comments below and I will try and make it happen Thanks for your support!
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    From the album: An Introduction- Kisekae Extreme Desp Comic (Part 1)

    Cliffhanger! If you're reading this you've reached the end of the comic! Part 2 will come out sometime next month (March) once a format has been decided on!
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