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  1. Trying to get back to the world of holding! Aletta Jayne is in trouble! Her husband installed a toilet security system to ensure that she sticks to her training schedule. Even the slightest of leaks bring in most difficult punishments...
  2. 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
  3. Bombality

    Celestia

    From the album: Bomb's almost sfw extreme desperation 3D renders

    A request for Omo luna: An anthro Princess Celestia with a 3 day full bladder and a bowling ball size bladder bulge wearing a royal attire busy with royal stuff
  4. From the album: Bomb's almost sfw extreme desperation 3D renders

    A request made from Discord: Pom, from the game "Them fighting herds" with a very full bladder.
  5. From the album: Bomb's almost sfw extreme desperation 3D renders

    A request by Soundwave012: Valkyrie from Clash of Clans desperately (crotch holdig, knocking on the door etc.) standing infront of an occupied wooden port-a-potty with a big bladder bulge.
  6. Phentaiee

    FMHT20

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Letting her bladder fill is like a win-win for her, I don't know why she would ever feel conflicted about it. The fuller the better, right?
  7. I've been annoyed by the lack of two of my favorite things: 18th century/victorian omo, and pleasure from holding. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. I'm in no way a professional writer and I know I'm a bit excessive with the commons so don't judge too hard. Also I did pretty much no research on the time period and am basing everything on other period pieces I've read or seen so please excuse any discrepancies. **** Pt1 With every jerk and bounce if the carriage, Amalie could feel the pressure of her corset pressing against her bladder. the muscles in her womanhood have been straining to keep back the tides for the last hour of her trip. She had plenty of space to discreetly cross her legs under her large dress, and yet she sat with her legs slightly open. It was a secret she would never tell, but in truth, she lived for the tingly feeling she'd get from holding it in. It all began when Amalie was a young girl. She always had a harder time holding her waters than other girls her age. It definitely wasn't because she would hold it even when given the opportunity to relieve herself. Absolutely not. During her studies, her teacher would force her to hold her waters until not her muscles nor every once of pressure she was able to apply to her young womanhood could keep it in anymore. It would begin with dribbles and sudtle hidden movements (or at least she thought they were), then build to squirts and wiggling like her life depended on it. It wasn't only bad though, she began to notice the tingly feeling down below was quite pleasurable. In the end she'd push herself hard against the seat, as hard as she could, but it would burst out in a powerful stream anyways. Her teacher would punish her and she would cry of embarrassment, but her teacher would always tell her how she'd thank her someday, as situations like these would arise often as she grew. Her teacher turned put to be correct. Sometimes it would be half a day before a chance of sneaking to a chamber pot would would be possible. She was a proper lady, it's not like she could tell anyone but her chamber maid that was the reason needed for her departure. A lady never speaks of her private needs. And maybe she would put herself in those situations on purpous, definitely no one needed to such a thing as that. It's not like anyone would notice the trail of droplets she'd often leave on the elaborate marble flooring while on the way from the dining hall to her chamber pot. Long carriage rides were always the worst, or the best, depending on how you look at it. If she was unable to hold her water, there would be no hiding the large puddle that would form under her feet, even after the many layers of fabric in her skirts obsorbed much of it. But knowing she had nowhere to go and nothing to do except keep holding her muscles as tight as she could sent shivers down her spine, which is why she's been drinking cup after cup of tea all day. At this point in their ride, her need to pass water was getting very dire but they were getting close and she's held to her limit enough to know she could wait much longer. They had set out at eight in the morning and it was now two in the afternoon, with no breaks being had. She was in a carriage alone with her younger sister, Julia, while her parents rode in their own carriage ahead. Both carriages were decorated lavishly with carved wood and gold borders purely to flaunt the wealth of her family, yet it was lacking proper suspension for the wheels. Every bump and hole they passed over could be felt deep within her. She often wondered on these long journeys if her sister ever felt as she did. Amalie felt a tingle in her womanhood as she imagined Julia clenching her own. Sometimes she'd think she would see fidgeting or clenched fists but she was never sure if it was her own fantasies getting the best of her. As her mind wondered, time passed quickly and soon they had arrived at their destination, her aunt and uncles residence. It was a beautiful mansion just outside of town right before the woods began, with a garden to rival any royalty. It was merely days till her aunt Margery's fortieth birthday. The balls Margery would throw were know far and wide as being grand and exuberant, and her fortieth has promised to be the best yet. Being invited was considered a great honour, and many were as it was never a small affair. Already you could see the signs of many people arriving at the estate. Close friends and family would receive accommodations on the property, there were many extra rooms to spare. As Amalie stepped out of the carriage she noticed the scent of blooming flowers, the feeling a cool breeze after being locked in a moving box all day, and her need to pass her water. Thanks to the change in position, she felt the liquid inside her move downwards towards it's exit. As soon as both feet were on the ground she crossed her legs and bent over, pretending adjust her skirt. For a moment she was overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as she squeezed her her hole shut. If done merely seconds later she may have lost it right there on the ground. It wasn't until that moment she realized how much tea she had really drank, and maybe should be finding a champer pot soon, no matter how much she's enjoying it. The servants coming to take all their belonging to each of their chambers arrived only a few moments after they had, four young men who looked to be gardeners. There was much help here as a property this big needed it, but even so, they were being stretched thin for all the event preparations. As she directed one of them with her bags, she attempted to stand as still as possible. It was difficult with the liters of liquid pressing down on her womanhood but she managed with only minor leg movements mostly hidden by the layers of her skirt. She remained courteous but short in order to get moving as soon as possible. She was proud of herself for being so sudtle. The servant assisting Amalie thought it seemed she was desperate to find a chamber pot but wouldn't dare say anything of such thing to a lady. By now the rest of her family had exited the carriages and all seemed eager to make their way inside, most likely for the same reason she was. As Amalies mother and father began walking down the unnecessarily long stone path towards the door, her and Julia followed closely behind, and the servants behind them. She knew just from the amount of time they had been cooped up that everyone must have to pass their water at least a little bit but no one wanted to show it, so they strolled leisurely. Much to slowly for her predicament. A couple times the movement of a slow pace became too much for her and she had to stop for a moment and pretend to take a look around or sniff a flower. To her luck the place was magnificent enough to warrant such a thing without raising suspicion. When they were getting close to to the grand door at the end of the path she knew relief was coming soon. She imagined squating over a chamber pot and relaxing her muscles, how her pent up water would shoot out with such force. Her imagination took hold of her and she almost didn't notice the feeling of it moving downwards towards her hole that was now clenched less tightly. It hit the tip of her womanhood and she squeezed with all her might. One drop pushed it's way out and in to her underclothes, and all she felt in that moment was pure pleasure beginning there and traveling up her spine and down to her toes. Better than any man could give her. She thought then maybe a stroll through the elaborate and extensive gardens first would be nice.
  8. oh god ok here we go. ive been wanting to make a thread for my art since 2017 but i only really draw sketches? um . anyways ive been on a roll for drawing uh. well. it's my fan design for paul from p*tscop (censoring so this shit doesnt come up when you search it anywhere LMFAO) i am just simply gay yknow. i have a comic of him too that i made thats pretty shitty... lmao before u ask hes a trans man so dont like. be weird abt the fact he has boobs. who cares ok. anyways i plan on updating this thread more (mostly w this guy) and maybe? upload my art for a character from an extremely niche webtoon i adore to death lol..! i got art for a character from an obscure indie game too. idk if anyone would want to see that but like. yea. anyways thanks for coming have a nice day
  9. I saw a request for this story of mine since it was only posted to the Holding It board and never here. I'm happy it was so memorable! Hope you enjoy! Even FullHearts Can Overflow I checked myself into FullHearts Hospital early Monday morning. I’d woken up with every intent to get dressed and go to work as usual, but as I readied myself I realized my head was burning. Certainly it was a substantial fever, and with my luck perhaps I’d caught the latest strain of super strong flu that had been making the rounds at the office. By 8 am I was laying in a medical bed in my own private room and had an IV drip going into my arm. The fever was still terrible, but I couldn’t help but perk up when my nurse arrived. She had a little pooch in her abdomen, a clear sign of early stages of pregnancy, but otherwise she was easily one of the hottest women I’d ever laid eyes on. With her dark hair long enough to obscure part of her vision, my nurse introduced herself as Nurse Chelsea and began looking over a folder of my medical history. I answered a few questions as best as I could, taking note of her tattoo sleeve going up her left arm, as well as her very obvious DD cup assets. I did my best not to stare too long, but I’m sure from the smirk on her face that Chelsea knew what kind of effect she was having on me. Heck, she probably had the same effect on all her patients. “Most likely, you’ve got that Flu X that’s been on the news lately,” Nurse Chelsea told me after a few minutes of poring over the data, “So we’ll keep you here on monitored bed rest until you recover. If you need anything, hit the buzzer on the wall there, right above your head, and I’ll make sure to check up on you or have another nurse come to do it.” She saw my eyes flick hastily to the partially open bathroom door in the corner of the room and the toilet within, then continued, “Yes, make sure you don’t get up for anything. If you need to relieve yourself, we’ll be more than happy to provide a bedpan.” “Yes ma’am” I gulped, embarrassed by this turn of events, but fully aware that I would have to deal with it. “Alright, rest up, watch some TV or take a nap, and we’ll be back to check on you later today, ok sweetie?” Nurse Chelsea finished, and I nodded my assent. I made sure to get a good look at her shapely rear as she turned and exited my room, stopping outside my door to grab a liter of water from another passing nurse and chug it down, and then continuing with her rounds. By 11 am I couldn’t bear the pressure any longer. I’d been resisting my filling bladder all morning, but finally it got the better of me. I pressed the buzzer, waited a few moments, then pressed it again to be sure. In two minutes, Chelsea was back in my room. “What can I do for ya, hun?” she asked me. “I really need to pee,” I told her with a slight tremor in my voice. I wasn’t used to admitting such a private need to such a good looking woman. “No problem!” Chelsea perked up, going across the room to fetch me a bedpan. She helped me get it in position and ten seconds later I was feeling the bliss of relief as my morning piss left my penis with record speed. After half a minute, I ran dry, and Chelsea took the half-full bedpan, noting with a grin, “Looks like you really needed that one!” “Yes, I’m very happy to see you again. You got here right in time!” I told her sheepishly. Chelsea gave me a quizzical look, “What do you mean ‘again’? Do I know you from somewhere?” I paused and stuttered, “Erm, no, I mean, you just checked on me a few hours ago…” Now it was Chelsea’s turn to pause for a few seconds, but then recognition sprang into her eyes. “Aww, I’m sorry dear! This happens all the time! You met Nurse Chelsea this morning. I’m her twin sister Kelsey!” My eyes went up and down over her body, and I realized that while she was identical to Chelsea in almost every way, Kelsey’s sleeve tattoo was on her right arm instead. At least I had a way to tell the sisters apart. “Now you rest up and just let us know if you need anything else!” Kelsey said and turned to leave. But a new thought had just hit me. When I saw that the two sisters’ bodies looked exactly alike, that meant they had all the same curves. Same cup size, same round butt…..and same bulge in the abdomen. There was no way….I had to ask. “Kelsey-“ I stopped her as she was leaving. “What is it, sugar?” the buxom nurse asked, turning her head around. “I apologize if this question oversteps my bounds, but I’m just very curious. I know you and Chelsea are identical twins, but did you really both plan to get pregnant at the same time? You both seem to be the same amount of time along from what I can see of your bellies. I just thought it was an odd coincidence is all.” Now Nurse Kelsey gave a laugh, “Oh, you really are something else! No, no, I’m not pregnant, and Chelsea’s not either, the little devil.” The nurse walked in closer to me and spoke softly, “See, one of the perks about coming to FullHearts Hospital is how clean and pristine the entire establishment is kept at all times. Be honest, you haven’t noticed more than a speck of dust or filth since you got in here, right? Our staff and management take pride in that, and one of the ways we endeavor to keep up our cleanliness standards is to keep all bathrooms, toilets, and bedpans as patient-only. So no, we’re not pregnant, sis and I, those lumps are just our bladders after a long shift. Just over 11 hours now for both of us!” “11 hours?? My gosh, don’t you have to go? By all means, you can use the bathroom in my room, I’m not allow-“ I was cut off by Nurse Kelsey. “Oh hun, don’t you worry about us. One of the qualifications for becoming a full time staff member here at FullHearts is being able to hold your load and stay hydrated at all times. A full bladder doesn’t bother us, and it shouldn’t bother you! If I do say so myself, my toilet at home has seen its fair share of monster pisses after long shifts like this, but as long as I’m on duty I keep things corked up. So try to relax, and don’t worry about us, ok?” Nurse Kelsey finished with a smile, barely waiting for my nod in response before turning to exit. I’m sure she had many more patients to attend to. As she reached the door, I had to do a double take, because Nurse Chelsea walked passed her and down the hall. It was going to take a bit of getting used to seeing two sexy, curvy, identical women like this. “Hey Chels! We got another one who thinks I’m you! Said even our bladders look the same, how bout that?!” Kelsey called out to her sister while leaving the room. “Pssh, well that’s not right! Everyone on the floor knows this twin is the one with the bladder of steel!” I heard Chelsea shout back from down the hall. “I hope we get suckered into double shifts so I can make you eat those words!” Kelsey replied heartily. I saw her rub her distended bladder briefly through her nurse’s uniform, then grab a bottle of water from behind a counter and begin to drink it as she walked down the hall and out of my view. This was going to be a unique hospital stay, indeed….. By 3 pm I couldn’t help but press my buzzer again. The IV drip was filling my bladder back up at a rapid rate, in addition to the drinks I’d received with my bed-ridden lunch, and I needed some more relief. I was all ready to check their arm tattoos to make sure I knew whether it was Chelsea or Kelsey who came to help me, but this time an Asian nurse made her way into my room. She was Filipino, by the looks of it, a little shorter than the twins, but she had an air of confidence about her. She was also sporting a fairly massive bladder bulge, as I assumed that if Chelsea and Kelsey weren’t pregnant, then this third nurse probably wasn’t pregnant either. “Hello, I’m Nurse Jasmine. What can I assist you with?” she asked me with a slight accent. I spoke of my need to relieve myself, and the nurse sprang into action with a bedpan. I managed to fill it up almost as much as last time, and I noticed that Nurse Jasmine seemed to be standing a bit stiffly as she waited for me to finish. I decided to be brazen and asked her, “Have you been holding it long? Nurse Kelsey told me that none of the staff are permitted restroom breaks on site here.” Jasmine flashed me a smile, “Oh those twins…they think they can hold it, but we’ve got some real tankards in this hospital.” I was not expecting this comment, because to me, the 11 hours that Kelsey spoke of holding her pee for was damn impressive. Nurse Jasmine started taking the bedpan away, then continued her train of thought, “Myself included. I’m on 18 hours and still feeling just fine. My shift ends in a couple more hours, but I’ll probably catch a few hours of shut eye and go out for drinks before I even think of relieving my large bladder.” “That’s incredible!” the words left my mouth before I could process them. Nurse Jasmine’s smile grew wider, “Well thank you kindly. But like I said, some of the women at FullHearts are made of titanium down there. If I didn’t know it was a medical necessity, I’d be convinced some of the doctors have never sprung a leak in their lives! Doctor Sarah Gallagher, I saw her go 40 hours without a piss during a procedure and not even cross her legs. Even I’d be breaking my neck to last that long without a wee.” Nurse Jasmine left my room, and I was left to my fantasies. Nurse Chelsea came back to check up on me at 6 pm. She apologized for the delay, but explained that the doctors were behind schedule due to the flu outbreak, so they were only now getting ready to have the experienced professional come to look me over. I told her it was no problem to stay in a hospital with such attractive staff, which earned me a blush and a wink. Chelsea was fidgeting a little as she spoke, and her bladder bulge also seemed to have increased by a few inches, and this she acknowledged, “Why yes, hun, and I think yours would have too if you went 18 hours and didn’t stop one time to pee.” I told her that Nurse Jasmine had been holding for that exact length of time when she came to check on me 3 hours prior, and she wasn’t showing such obvious signs of desperation, and Chelsea frowned briefly, “That bitch…don’t listen to her, Kelsey and I can hold circles around the other nurses. We’ve probably just drunk more than she did….” I let her excuse hang in the air and didn’t comment on it, and before Nurse Chelsea could say anything else, another woman stepped into the room. She was a tall woman with flowing blonde hair, huge boobs nearly popping out of her top, and if Chelsea looked 3 months pregnant, then the blonde certainly looked more like 5 months. “I’m Doctor Sarah Gallagher, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry for the delay. As I’m sure Nurse Chelsea explained to you, we’re just running behind today. This new Flu X has left us understaffed as well, but there’s no rest for the weary!” “It seems that even you need to take a comfort break at some point, Doctor. Do you really not feel that?” I asked, pointing to her enlarged abdomen. “I’m not a school girl who needs to rush to the lavatory to avoid wetting her knickers every time some pee enters her bladder. I cannot be bothered by such things, and thankfully I have the urine tank to prove it! I’ve been on duty for the last 30 hours without a toilet, but like I said, that isn’t a problem for me.” Doctor Gallagher replied confidently. She reached into the pocket of her medical jacket, took out a half-empty bottle of water, and finished it off before looking over my charts. When her eyes moved back to me, I told her about my experience from earlier in the day, “Nurse Jasmine told me you once lasted 40 hours on a procedure. Is that true?” Doctor Gallagher huffed, “Jasmine needs to cut that out….goodness, every time she tells that story………….It was 45 hours, and that’s not the longest I’ve ever gone. I don’t know why that one procedure stands out to her. I don’t think she understands that I have the bladder of a horse!” “You will have to teach her a lesson!” I joked, but Sarah’s reply was serious when she said, “You’re right, perhaps Jasmine will have to start working double shifts from now on….” Just then, the lights went out. The machines turned off. For five seconds all was dark throughout the hospital and I heard shouts of panic from other rooms and wings of the building. Then a low light came on and the medical machines hummed back to life. Sarah Gallagher was now looking on angrily, “Dammit! Why’d we lose power?? We’ve switched over to the emergency generators, but this is not good!” “What should we do??” Chelsea asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “We need to conserve as much power as we can,” Doctor Gallagher said forcefully, reaching for a radio in her pocket, “I’m going to put the whole place on a lockdown. Nothing runs unless absolutely necessary. All the automatic doors on the floors need to be locked in the open position, elevators will have to be shut down, and we’ll have to lock our entry doors and re-route all incoming patients to another facility. No one leaves. Everyone stays on duty until we can get our normal power back.” The doctor turned to me briefly, and again her voice was serious, “You wanted to see me break 45 hours? You just might…” Then she walked briskly out of my room, with Nurse Chelsea tagging along a second later. All around I could hear the other staff milling about, trying to salvage as much of the situation as they could while keeping the patients calm. My mind was whirring – everyone stayed on duty. Bathroom breaks were not allowed. How long could FullHearts Hospital possibly function with its all-female staff put under such strain? I could tell they were some of the most dedicated and strong-bladdered women on the planet, but even they had to have limits! Alas, there was nothing I could do but lay and wait as time ticked by and bladders filled. I was ok with this. The evening wore on. The emergency lighting was dim, but I could see just well enough in my room and out into the hall. Every minute or two another nurse or doctor would flit by, scowling and shaking their heads, no doubt flustered by the sudden power outage. And what caught my eye was that every single one of them was sporting a very prominent bladder bulge. Sarah Gallagher was right – these were no school girls. These were women who knew how to hold their pee! Every time one of the nurses made their rounds and stopped in my room to check on me, I commented on the state of their bladder. Each nurse was open about talking about how badly her bladder was bursting, but they were all also equally confident about their unmatched abilities to hold it for as long as necessary. And none of them were showing any desperation anymore – not even Nurse Chelsea when she came to check on me at 10 pm with a 22 hour unrelieved bladder. She had been fidgeting 4 hours earlier, but now she was as steady as a rock (and her bladder certainly looked as hard as one!) as she monitored me and asked me a few questions relating to my condition. “Don’t you need to pee anymore? It seems that none of the ladies on staff have to go at all!” I exclaimed to her, unable to help myself. Chelsea bit back a smile, and I could see very small tears of pain coming from the corners of her eyes. So she was suffering from the strain. But her reply was simply, “We are professionals here at FullHearts Hospital. This is how we got the reputation in the medical community for being known as FullBladders Hospital. You won’t see us behaving any differently just because of the mass of urine inside us. We are grown women who can hold it, and we have to do just that during a crisis like this. If you’ll excuse me, I really do need to keep moving and check on the other patients…” Nurse Chelsea left me to my bed, while I suspected she had other reasons for wanting to keep moving besides just helping the patients. Her bladder was bulging like a globe thru her nurse’s outfit. It had to be causing her problems. Of course I thought that about every nurse and doctor I saw, especially when Doctor Sarah Gallagher walked passed my room an hour later with two other doctors at her sides. Each of them looked to be containing near a gallon in their stretched abdomens, but they all walked with a purpose and showed no signs of their urinary dilemma besides a light sheen of sweat on their foreheads. I was maddeningly aroused by the sights and sounds around me, but alas, I was in the hospital for a reason. I really was sick, and despite my best efforts, my body had had enough and I fell asleep from exhaustion sometime close to midnight. When I awoke, the clock on the far wall told me it was 10 am. Despite the fact that my body needed the rest, I couldn’t help but be disappointed. This was the best chance I’d ever have to see a group of iron-bladdered women desperate at once, and I’d let it slip through my fingers and fallen asleep. Surely I’d missed the main event by now. There was no way these women were still ho-… My mind went blank momentarily as Doctor Sarah Gallagher strode into my room. She seemed to be containing a beach ball under her outfit, but that wasn’t what it was. Sarah Gallagher was burstingly full of piss. Piss that she’d now been keeping inside herself for 46 hours. The good doctor was sweating more profusely than she had been the previous night, her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and she kept her legs close together as she walked and stood, but otherwise she was somehow able to compose herself normally and speak to me as if she was not mind blowingly desperate to piss. “You know, when I broke passed 45 hours, I thought of what your reaction would be…then I decided I’d better come see it in person,” Sarah told me with a smirk, “It’s not every day I have to push myself to get this full and still keep working, but unfortunately this isn’t just any other day. I have yet to hear a definitive update on our power situation.” “Are you quite sure you don’t need to relieve yourself?? What about the other girls?” I asked incredulously. “Don’t question the dedication of the staff of FullHearts Hospital. We have strong bladders and will put them to good use. You won’t see any member of the staff break down and piss while on duty, if that’s what you mean. These aching piss tanks will keep swelling as large as we need them to, and not one of them will even think about bursting.” Having given me such a rousing status update, Doctor Sarah took a minute to check on my flu, pulled out and chugged down half of a full bottle of water, then left the room, again with smaller, more pointed steps than I was used to seeing out of her. Despite her best efforts, I could tell she was dying to let loose her flood for the first time in 46 hours. At noon I was visited by Nurse Kelsey. Her bladder was round and swollen with 36 hours of piss clawing to get out. Her hair was matted to her face and forehead from sweat, and despite her very best efforts she could not stop a small tremor from continuing in her leg while she stood. Even so, Kelsey somehow managed to be totally professional as she did her checkup on me, never once wavering or halting things because of a pang from her bladder. I decided to gauge her reaction when I asked if she needed a relief, and Kelsey told me sternly, “No sir, I wouldn’t even think of it now. We FullHearts nurses know how to put our patience to the test. We’ve never had a girl lose her load on the clock and I’m not about to be the first!” As Kelsey left my room, Nurse Jasmine entered. Apparently whoever had scheduled the nurses’ rounds was a little too preoccupied with their unending need for relief, because I’d been double booked! As Nurse Jasmine ran through the same series of questions and tests that Kelsey had just administered, I noted that she was standing with her legs apart, and now there was no fidgeting coming from her. What a woman! I had to find her limits, however, so in a bit of naughtiness, I acted like I wanted to look at one of the charts she had in her hands, but ‘accidentally’ pressed on her bladder to adjust my position. The effect was instantaneous. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, her teeth clenched together as breath hissed loudly out between her lips, and her strong legs clamped right together. She did not cross them, and she did not put a hand between her legs, but I don’t know if I’ve seen someone holding back such pure pee-need. This was a girl who needed to let go in the worst way. Just from the rigidness of her posture, I could tell it was taking everything Jasmine had to keep her dam plugged up and forceful piss inside. She was quivering with the effort, her muscles tensed to the max. And amazingly, after ten seconds or so like this, Jasmine was able to relax ever so slightly as the wave of urgency I had caused her ended, and she continued as if nothing had happened. I was in awe, and after Nurse Jasmine finished checking her notes, she leaned in close and told me softly, “You’re lucky that my bladder seems to be made of steel. I haven’t had an accident since I was a little one, but there are not many girls who can withstand that sort of extra pressure after 39 hours without a toilet. You might not want to ‘slip’ anymore…” I nodded and apologized, but she cut me off, “Don’t apologize, at least not to me. No need. I can take it. Nothing’s going to make me crack, no matter how much longer we’re without power.” And so Nurse Jasmine left me with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. Around 2 pm I was visited by a redhead nurse I had only seen in passing. She introduced herself as Amy, and she had a bladder bulge that managed to almost rival Sarah Gallagher’s. Nurse Amy also didn’t appear quite as exhausted as the other ladies who had seen me today, though she was a good deal more fidgety due to her unbridled pee urges. With such a full bladder, it was a wonder she wasn’t doubled over from the pain. I asked Amy how she could be so wide-eyed and cheerful after so long on duty, and she explained to me that, with no end in sight to the power outage, the nurses and doctors had begun sleeping in some spare rooms on the top floor in shifts, just for a few hours each. She had just woken up an hour ago. I asked her how all the women were possibly managing to fall asleep with such massively full urinary organs, but Amy replied, “With how hard everyone is working to ignore their bodily urges and help our patients, we’re all dead tired by the time our break comes. Plus I’m sure we’ve all trained ourselves to fall asleep with bursting bladders anyway, for efficiency’s sake. I know I have….” Despite Nurse Amy’s confidence, I couldn’t see how this prolonged power failure could end in any way other than a hospital-wide breakdown in self-control and floods of pee eventually coating the floors. And it seemed to be already in the early stages of happening – multiple times I saw women with maxed out bladders walking passed my room, clearly going out of their minds with desperation. They were breathing heavily, clenching their fists, even clutching their pussies if they thought no one was looking. One redhead even grabbed herself to stem the oncoming tide in full view of her coworker whom she was walking with. The coworker could do nothing but shake her head sympathetically while the poor redhead fought for control of her shaking sphincter. The girl succeeded, just as every member of FullHearts Hospital had to this point, and both women continued on dryly. The redhead even began working on another bottle of water before she was out of my view. Watching all these powerful, prideful women being pushed to their limits was driving me wild, and as the afternoon wore on I felt some strength returning to me. Probably it was just the adrenaline from being in such an arousing situation, but no matter, I was going to put my newfound energy to good use. With a huff and a puff, I gingerly arose from my bed. My IV had been removed permanently the previous evening, so I was just on bedrest now. I decided it was time to explore the halls. Watching the nurses pass by my room was nice, but I was greedy. I wanted to see more! As I roamed the halls of FullHearts Hospital, the tension hung thick in the air. It was so heavy I could feel it weighing me down, surely the same way the women felt their voluminous bladders weighing down their midsections. Oh how I’m sure they wanted nothing more than to let that piss burst forth from them, let the pain subside and let themselves be comfortable again. Only their pride held them back. I saw it in each of their faces. Each woman was more determined than the last. They would all hold. They would not use the toilet, no matter how much their bladders swelled, no matter how much their sphincters ached, no matter how bad the pressure got. It was like a dream – everywhere I turned there were more desperate women, women so clearly on the total verge of urinary disaster, but still holding back their ruinous pee need through sheer willpower, sheer ego alone. Some of the stronger nurses and nearly all of the doctors attempted to straighten up and act normally when I passed by, but others couldn’t help themselves and continued clutching their thighs, rubbing their legs together, squeezing their fists into their crotches, and doing whatever sort of pee dance was needed to fight and resist the unbearable urge for seconds more, and seconds after that. On and on it went, the parade of desperate women, but more importantly, the parade of desperate DRY women. There was not one leak at FullHearts Hospital. The power outage had lasted far longer than anyone thought possible, and yet each woman’s massive bladder had been up to the task. Somehow I also couldn’t help but note that almost every woman I passed had a water bottle or a cup of coffee with her that was half-emptied. Through the carnage of bursting point bladders were three women whose urinary needs seemed less pronounced than the rest. Doctor Sarah Gallagher was still holding strongly, despite perhaps the largest and most swollen urine organ of all, tending to patients and only offering me a small smile and nod as I walked passed her. There was an Indian doctor, who told me her name was Rumi, who was managing to act fairly normal and bear the pain of a totally blown up bladder. While Doctor Gallagher’s might have been the roundest and most filled, Rumi’s was certainly protruding the furthest out from her body. It looked completely unnatural, even on her borderline voluptuous frame, such was her incredible capacity. The third girl, to my complete surprise, was Nurse Jasmine. Despite telling me on the first day that holding 40 hours would be a real accomplishment for her, the Asian wonder had contained herself for well in excess of that time, and the glower in her eyes told me she was fueled with pure adrenaline and would do everything in her power to keep the hold going. Her bladder was bulging the lowest of the three, with the rotund shape only seeming to end mere centimeters above her pussy. This suggested that perhaps Nurse Jasmine’s bladder was containing some of the most vicious pressure, as all of that pee weight was bearing down directly on her poor, overworked sphincter. But she was not complaining. She even bade me over to her once she had finished with a patient and let me touch the gargantuan, rock solid mass that was her abdomen (as long as I promised her I would not press down like I had before). “I am feeling strong today – all my training has paid off! Watch, I won’t piss before any of the ladies here!” Jasmine told me confidently. She also told it to me a bit too loudly, as a few of the other nurses overheard. However, with urine tanks full to bursting and on the verge of emptying completely, they were in no position to argue with the Asian bladder goddess, so most of them just rolled their eyes and continued with their business. I spent a long part of the afternoon strolling the halls of FullHearts Hospital. By the time I returned to my room it was 8 pm. While I had seen astonishing bursting bladders and frantic desperation, the one sight that had eluded me was that of a piss waterfall spraying out from between the legs of any of these paragons of urinary capacity. No one had cracked, no one had broken down, no one had given in, and no one’s bladders had cried out in defeat. I was nearly as desperate to see these women lose control as they were to keep their pee held in. However, I could also feel my adrenaline wearing off, and the truth was that I was still getting over the strain of Flu X that had put me in the hospital in the first place. I knew if I tried to stay up waiting for these powerful women to have an accident, I could very well pass out beforehand and miss the whole show that was to come. And so, I took a calculated risk. Though many of the women I’d seen on my travels seemed to be close to losing all control, I decided to bet on the strength and willpower of the nurses and doctors at FullHearts. My phone had been kept for me conveniently on a counter near my bedside, and I flicked it on and set an alarm for myself. I would sleep until midnight, getting just enough rest to be able to carry on the next day. These iron-bladdered women just had to hold out for 4 more hours, and then the fireworks could commence in earnest. I crossed my fingers, took a breath, and lay down on my bed to get some rest. As I lost consciousness, my last thought was hoping that I’d made the right decision. My alarm went off promptly at midnight. For a moment I gazed around with tired eyes. A second passed and suddenly I remembered my grand plan. Had I slept too long?? Had I missed the rivers of piss that would surely await me?? I gingerly rose from my bed and left my room. If the tension in the air had been thick before I went to sleep, it was positively overbearing now. Nearly every nurse I saw was walking with slow, halting steps. Most had hands caressing their brimming full bladders. Some were shaking. Some had tears in their eyes. All of them did continue to have that one undeniable thing in common – they were all dry. Not a single bladder had given way to the unheard-of strain that was now being laid upon them. It had been well over a day since the power had gone out at FullHearts Hospital, and longer still since any of these on-duty women had relieved their giant, bursting piss tanks, but somehow their dedication remained up to the task. As I continued to walk the halls, it became apparent that there was not one woman left in the hospital who wasn’t showing significant pain on her face. I even caught a glimpse of Doctor Sarah Gallagher doubling over to contain the massive load of liquid inside her. And then, finally, I turned a corner, and before my eyes the façade that no doctor or nurse at FullHearts Hospital required a restroom was destroyed. I saw a younger brunette nurse frantically rubbing her thighs together, both hands buried deep in her crotch. She was so desperate that she’d actually put her hands inside her pants to hold right against her vagina. She was moaning, oblivious to the scene she was causing and the stares of fellow nurses and patients. The poor bursting girl reached one single time for the chart she had been poring over, but was stopped by another fierce urge and had no choice but to regrip herself for everything she was worth. She did not reach for the chart again. For five minutes I watched this brunette nurse, a girl who clearly had an abnormally large bladder and ridiculous willpower, fight against the inevitable call of Mother Nature. She did everything possible to contain herself, veins sticking out on her neck, face going red and spotty with the effort, but then the dam burst. Piss spilled through her pants and onto the floor of FullHearts Hospital – the first peeing accident ever suffered by a staff member. Some of the nurses groaned loudly and held themselves as the sound splattered through the hallways. For others, this was too much! All around this one soaking, still-pissing girl, other nurses began to be overwhelmed by their bladders and the echoing sound of piss hitting the tile. Overworked bladders began to burst and soon there were at least ten nurses in a single hallway pissing away. None were doing so intentionally, all of them were trying to hold the flow back with every power they could muster, but it was no use. They had reached their limits hours ago, valiantly pushed themselves to new and greater heights, but now the defeat of one of their number pushed them over the edge. The flood of piss became deafening as so much dark yellow, musky urine was released at once. In spite of themselves, most of the nurses were moaning in pleasure from the relief, and I knew that deep down, beyond all the bravado, this is what they truly wanted – that desperate, frothing relief from their ponderous loads of long-held pee. I watched the scene unfold in a state of awe, somehow tearing my eyes away briefly from the floods of urine now cascading over the floor to note that there were a few strong ones (mostly doctors) on this level of the hospital who continued to contain themselves despite the unbridled relief that most were experiencing. As the puddles finally reached their maximum and bulging bladders deflated, I quickly made my way down to a different floor of the hospital. Had this event triggered a release of pee from any other members of the staff, I wondered. To my surprise, everyone I encountered on that lower level was still dry, still absolutely busting with piss, and still totally unwilling to let it out. But I was persistent and continued to walk and wait it out. By 1 am, an African-American nurse who couldn’t have yet been out of college succumbed to the mind-numbing, bladder-stretching pressure. Piss hissed out of her like a firehose as she fought and failed to regain control. Again I was struck by just how powerful the girl’s bladder must have been. A girl with a bladder capable of such a gusher had probably never lost control before in her life. But even iron bladders have limits, or so I was finding out. And indeed, the spherical shapes of every woman’s abdomen within 30 feet of this newest wetting girl also flattened. This time there were a few gasps and even a few shrieks as relief was finally felt for the first time in over a day, perhaps two days for some. Only the strongest of the strong were able to keep their floods locked firmly inside as the majority of women gushed piss through their uniforms and onto the cold, sopping floor. Some of the urine was so dark in color from being kept in for so long that it was nearly orange. I was mesmerized by how everything was playing out. Women whom seemed to have bladders that could hold in an ocean were finding themselves at and passed their impressive limits, exploding pee onto the floor, their clothes, and each other without the ability to stop the flow even a second longer. Again, after many minutes the myriad of pee finally came to an end. Almost unable to contain myself from what I had just witnessed, I left the dripping women to clean themselves up and returned to a different level of the hospital and my room. Just as I reached the door and entered, a woman came in behind me. I turned and saw Nurse Kelsey, bobbing up and down with a hand over her vagina. Her eyes were wide and frantic, and I recalled that this girl hadn’t taken a single piss break in over 49 hours. “Quick! Go into your bathroom! Ineedthetoilet!” she muttered desperately, motioning to the attached bathroom at the far side of my room. I was slightly confused at having been startled by Kelsey, but without hesitation I did as she said and the poor girl hobbled after me. She slammed the door shut behind her and instantly had her pants and panties around her ankles. Standing over the toilet, Nurse Kelsey let the tension leave her wracked, aching body and began to pee an incredible stream into the bowl. For five glorious seconds I watched this sexy nurse with a nearly unmatched bladder capacity gush noisily into my toilet, her slit bare before me, but then she cut the flow and nearly yelled out as it stopped. “Fucking hell, that was hard to cut off!” she yelped, continuing to grasp at her sodden vagina. “What are you doing??” I had to ask her, still unsure at what exactly had just taken place. Kelsey took a few seconds to regain her breath, and her scant bodily control, then answered, “That bitch Chelsea is still holding on! I swear her bladder is made of lead! I can’t let my sis outlast me! But I was about to pop, as you could plainly see! So I just had to let loose a little bit of the pressure, take the edge off, and now I can go on holding. No one will know a thing, because really – look at this bladder bulge! I’m still positively massive! And since I went in here with you, I can just tell any curious inquirer that I was helping you use the toilet. But listen, no one can know! If anyone finds out that I actually took a piss on duty on PURPOSE, I’ll be handed my walking papers. So please, sweetie, zip your lip about this. It’s the only relief I’ll need to take, honest!” Kelsey spoke about as quickly as anyone can say anything at all, but who was I to refuse her such a request? Especially after the show she’d just given me! I nodded my agreement and Nurse Kelsey hastily exited my room to return to her duties. No sooner had Kelsey left my vision than Nurse Chelsea sprinted into my room, hands firmly clenching her protruding abdomen. “I can’t hold it any longer! Go! Go! Go!” she cried, pointing me in the direction of the corner bathroom. ‘Twins really do think alike…’, I had time to think to myself before Nurse Chelsea nearly shoved me into the tiny room and shut the door behind us. For five seconds I was treated to an unobstructed view of Chelsea’s pissing gash, which differed from Kelsey’s only by having a small piercing over the clitoris. Then Chelsea, like her sister, cut the stream, cursing and punching her thigh as she did. I received a very similar explanation from Chelsea about how that “whore” Kelsey just had a bladder that would stretch and stretch, but Chelsea just “knew” she could beat her after this bit of relief. I decided to play nice and kept Chelsea’s secret just the same as I had kept Kelsey’s, and soon Chelsea was back to her rounds, somehow having also cut off a pee 49 hours in the making to continue on with her job. As Chelsea waltzed out of my room, only relieved in the slightest amount possible, I made another calculated decision. While the entire hospital was currently in shambles, its staff all full on bursting with urine and the majority losing their loads even as I walked to my doorway, I decided to stay within view of my room. Something was telling me I hadn’t seen the last of the twins. They surely hadn’t gotten enough relief with just 5 second jets of piss to last for long. Another partial pee would be needed to keep the rest of the pee at bay, and I wasn’t going to miss another up close and personal show! Over the next hour I witnessed a few more accidents from big bladdered ladies, their overloaded bladders no longer able to take the pounding of so many untold hours of piss any longer. Still, none but the twins had let go intentionally. Every other woman dutifully held on until the bitter end. It really was astonishing to see such a concerted display of willpower from every member of a group this size. I could only imagine the hiring process at FullHearts… At 2 am, just as I’d suspected, Nurse Chelsea returned to my doorway. “Oh please! I just need a little more! If I can let a little more out I’ll be able to outhold Kelsey by hours, I just know it!” she pleaded, and once more I found my generous side taking over and bade her to come in and use the bathroom. We closed the door and Chelsea nearly ripped her pants from the speed with which she deposited them on the floor. No sooner had Nurse Chelsea turned and sat on the toilet, giving me a lovely view of her bare rump in the process, than there was a sharp knocking on the bathroom door. “Please open up! I can’t keep all this in!” came the cries from the other side of the door. Chelsea had begun her stream, just for a half-second, and cutting it off now was clearly torturing the poor girl. However, I knew just who was calling us, and so I opened the door to reveal Nurse Kelsey, hop-scotching about with her bulbous abdomen cradled in one hand while the other was nestled firmly between her thighs. Her whole body was quivering and she was at wit’s end. “Please…..pee…..” she whispered softly, clearly using every bit of energy she possessed to hold the deluge back for mere seconds longer. Kelsey was concentrating with such vigor to hold her pee that for a few seconds I don’t think she realized I had opened the door. Chelsea had gotten up from the toilet seat and stood over it, legs shaking madly as she fought to appear undisturbed by the mammoth load she was containing while in front of her sister. Kelsey finally paused long enough to look up and take in the sight of Chelsea and me in the bathroom, but she was too desperate to care. Nurse Kelsey fidgeted her way into the bathroom with us, nearly shoving me over in a last ditch effort to reach the toilet. Chelsea, for her part, made no attempt to move from her position, standing directly over the glistening white bowl. Kelsey whimpered and I could see her begin to leak with the toilet in such close proximity. Kelsey came right up to Chelsea and tried to move her to the side, but Chelsea would not budge. Then she noticed Kelsey’s pee dribbling down her legs and suddenly Nurse Chelsea was spurting small bursts of pee into the toilet. With their faces screwed up in agony, both women tried to cut off the stream, clearly tortured by both the white hot need to urinate and the embarrassment of losing control in front of the other sister. Alas, after a monumental effort of perhaps half a minute that brought the trickles to a halt, Kelsey could hold on no longer. 50 hours of pent up piss shot out of her pussy with force. She had her pants at her knees and was trying desperately to arch her back enough to aim the firehose at the toilet below Chelsea’s legs. All this resulted in was splattering Chelsea’s lower half with piss, and that set Chelsea off. Her bladder’s floodgates opened and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Both women were standing with naked legs and vaginas visible, facing each other and letting rip absolute torrents of hot, steaming, 50 hour old piss. Some of it was managing to get into the toilet bowl, but the majority was landing on the bathroom floor and on each other. But the twins were in too much ecstasy from their relief to care, screaming out their joy from the pleasure they now felt. Neither made any attempt to move out of the way of the hard stream coming from the other’s pussy. I watched as two massive bladders deflated right before my eyes, each woman clearly holding liters and at the end her capacity’s limits. Then a figure burst into the room and began to yell. It was Doctor Sarah Gallagher, clearly coming to investigate the wild noises emanating from my bathroom. “What in God’s name is this?!” Sarah shouted, eyeing the two madly pissing women. Kelsey and Chelsea tried to straighten up and look Sarah in the face, but they were unable to do so. Their bladders still had so much more piss to empty out, and soon the two nurses sank back down into each other and continued to let their pee loose over the toilet. Sarah huffed in a fit of anger, “My goodness! What has happened to this place?? Do none of you have any control??” Sarah turned away from us and towards the door, giving me an exquisite view of her completely gargantuan bladder bulge. She was now holding back 62 hours of piss in that overinflated vessel, but somehow the doctor appeared to be in control of her waters even now. Sarah was constantly clenching and unclenching her fists, and from the low emergency lighting I could see sweat pouring down her face, but she was holding on and doing so better than the rest. Sarah began walking out of the room and was met there by Nurse Amy. There was panic in the nurse’s eyes and she had her legs squeezed as tightly as possible. As she began to speak she double crossed them even harder, “Doctor Gallagher! I heard…..a commotion….What’s….” “Oh good, Nurse Amy! It’s good to see you still as dry as ever! Why, I do believe you’re the only nurse who hasn’t…disgraced herself yet. Only I and some of the other doctors remain,” Sarah greeted her, pleased with the nurse’s efforts. The doctor shot a deadly glance back at the three of us still huddled in our pool of piss in the bathroom, but when she turned back to Amy, the bursting girl muttered, “Yes…..dry….dry….dry…” and then shrieked as she stayed dry no longer. Urine poured through her uniform, soaking it in seconds. Amy squatted down in a bid to regain control, but all it accomplished was making her piss even harder. With willpower that I didn’t know existed, Sarah Gallagher stared Nurse Amy down as she fell to the floor and continued to pee, and the doctor didn’t move a muscle. She was clearly clenching her muscles to their max, but her legs did not cross and her hands stayed at her sides. Sarah Gallagher’s bladder was a stone fortress - that much was certain. Sarah strode out into the halls, and I finally left my two piss-soaked twins to get a better view of the proceedings. “Can no one here hold in their piss for just a couple of hours??” Sarah shouted into the empty hallways before her. Those halls were filled with chatty, bursting nurses just hours before, but now the nurses had either gone to rest after their release, or they simply sauntered on with their eyes glazed over, still unable to comprehend the failure of their once-iron bladders. “There really isn’t a single nurse in this entire building who can hold it??” Sarah called out again in disgust. Then, from a corner room, a woman hobbled into view and began to walk towards Sarah. I peeked out of my room and saw that it was none other than Nurse Jasmine, looking for all the world about 7 months along in a pregnancy. She took shivering steps, but the nurse was holding strong. “I’m still holding it, Doctor Gallagher, after 53 hours. No release and no relief for me! I wouldn’t….wouldn’t even dream of it!” Nurse Jasmine stated proudly when she came up next to Sarah, though her body language belied just how remarkably desperate she was to let go of her near-endless supply of piss. Rather than excitement at finding the strongest remaining nurse, Sarah replied with indignation, “You??? YOU?!?!? Nurse Jasmine, with all due respect (she said the word with a heavy dose of sarcasm), you seem ready to pop! Why don’t you just do us all a favor and squat down here, open yours legs up nice and wide, and take that piss you’re clearly dying for. Let the real ladies keep their floods back, and you can be dismissed and find a hospital to work in where they don’t mind accident-prone women.” I couldn’t believe Sarah’s tone. Perhaps there was more to this rivalry than I knew… “I’ll show you how a true bladder queen holds it in and continues her work! Make no mistake, I am strong enough to outhold you and I will take pleasure in showing you!” Jasmine fired back, spreading her shaking legs to show off her control. Her knees wilted briefly as a particularly strong bladder spasm wracked her aching body, but the Asian nurse held firm. Sarah simply rolled her eyes and spat back, “We’ll just see about that, girlie…. Now don’t you have patients to attend to?” Sarah stalked away from Nurse Jasmine and met up with the Indian doctor, Rumi, who was coming out of an adjacent room. Rumi was sweating all over and now sported a bladder bulge that rivalled both Jasmine’s and Sarah’s, but it was quite evident the toll it was taking on her to contain it. “You’ve been holding it for what, 60 hours? Isn’t that right, doctor?” Sarah asked her, emphasizing the word ‘doctor’ to make it clear what she thought of Jasmine’s status as a nurse. Rumi nodded her head a bit too quickly, as if all her power was being used elsewhere and she had no more left to move her head at an even pace, but she did sputter out, “Yes….yes Sarah….of course….60 hours and I haven’t peed….ohhhhhh….peed a drop!” Sarah turned back to Nurse Jasmine, “See Nursey, don’t give me that ‘53 hours’ crap! Real women hold it for 60 hours and then keep waiting! Let’s go, Rumi…” Sarah walked off with Rumi struggling after her. Jasmine, now left alone, noticed me for the first time and realized I had watched the entire last few minutes unfold. “Pay her no mind. I told you, I’ve been training up for a day like this…..I just hope my bladder of steel doesn’t let me down. It’s really hurting down there!” Jasmine admitted to me, before she too left to continue her rounds. Over the next few hours, I witnessed all of the other doctors, the strongest of the strong with the largest bladders in the entire hospital, give in and piss, one by one. Each flood was more tantalizing than the last, and it was crazy to watch the reactions of these women. I doubted some of them had even felt troubled by their bladders ever in their lives before this power outage, and yet they all eventually stood in the middle of giant, sweeping puddles, their exhausted bladders finally giving up the fight after hours and days without a single drop escaping. By 9 am, the only women who remained dry were Rumi, Jasmine, and Sarah Gallagher herself. They all seemed about to crack. Jasmine was taking shuddering breaths while rubbing her agonized abdomen, tears forming in her eyes and running down her face. “60 hours….60 hours….60 hours…” she repeated to herself whenever she had breath to spare. Rumi had given up all semblance of outward control and was pee dancing wildly, scissoring her legs and squatting down at all times. She was still, despite it all, trying to move from patient to patient, but the wait of 67 hours had rendered her strong bladder control nearly useless. Sarah Gallagher was filled to her max. She was nearly like a balloon about to pop. I was seriously worried that if someone so much as touched her, the suffering woman would rupture and piss would fly everywhere. She was red-faced and oozing sweat. She would even puff out her cheeks now and again from the effort of holding, completing the balloon look. Still, after 69 long hours, this was to be expected. All three women had far surpassed any limits they thought they had. Driven by such a maniacal will to hold, I knew the only way these women would piss was if they reached total muscle failure. All three were certainly close, teetering on the edge of explosion and then convincing their bodies to contain the load for seconds longer before repeating the process, again and again, over and over. Then all three women found themselves walking towards the same patient together. Luck would have it that all of their pathways converged after all this time. Jasmine and Sarah took big breaths and somehow managed to stand straight up and walk, a stiff walk, but otherwise a walk that appeared fairly normal. Their bladders stuck straight out of their bodies and almost seemed fake, like an implant tacked on to an already perfect breast. Rumi watched the two of them do this, then tried to follow suit, arching her back and removing her hands from her quivering vagina. She succeeded for perhaps 3 or 4 seconds, and then Rumi’s thick, tender legs shook harder than they had all morning. The Indian doctor gasped and yelled out, her hands flying back to her rebelling crotch, but it was too late. Piss sprayed from Rumi like a tap on full blast. No amount of muscle strength could keep it back, and despite Rumi’s incredible efforts to regain control, she did not so much as put a dent in the flood that was erupting from her nether regions. Jasmine and Sarah immediately stopped walking and had to put their full energy, everything they had left, into retaining their own waters in the face of Rumi’s bursting defeat. The two stood stock still as fresh urine pooled at their feet, both women refusing to budge and use their hands to hold, relying on aching sphincters and pure desire only. This contest of wills was surely madness. I couldn’t tell how either one of them lasted without bursting, but their ponderous loads of urine remained firmly trapped inside their iron-strong holding tanks. After what seemed like hours, Rumi’s waterfall ran out, and no new waterfall joined it. With a sneer and a nod, Sarah Gallagher clenched up and managed to walk passed the shivering Jasmine to continue her rounds. She spared Rumi only the smallest of glances, her fellow doctor clearly having lost her respect now that her bladder had proven to have a finite capacity. When Sarah was out of sight, I saw Jasmine fight for half a minute to keep from grabbing her crotch. The urgency in her body increased by leaps and bounds without her rival staring her down, and eventually Jasmine had no choice but to bend double and clutch between her strong thighs. I knew that soon neither woman would be able to remain dry, iron bladders or not. Sure enough, as the clock continued to tick, both Sarah and Jasmine’s ability to hold began to break down. I caught Sarah furiously rubbing herself in an empty room in a last ditch effort to keep her pee shut in. No sooner had she waved me out of the room than I witnessed Jasmine leaning against a desk with her hands rooted firmly to her thighs. Her eyes were closed and she was softly telling herself, “Press it in…press it in…don’t let it out…” while her damp, sweaty hair clung to her face. Both women had pushed themselves passed any and all normal standards of holding capacity, and now both were left with nothing but obscene bladder bulges and scraps of fading willpower. Their bladders were like concrete, every second pushing and prodding against their totally tapped out sphincters, the pressure-filled orbs of urine asking – no, demanding- release from their prisons. I knew for a fact that neither woman could take any more punishment and pain without unleashing gallons of piss throughout the entire hospital, and yet each minute passed with both women proving me wrong. They took the unimaginable strain and held against it, their bodies on the verge of explosion, their minds doing everything possible not to waver from that one singular thought – hold it in! At 11 am the two women once again found themselves staring at each other face to face. It was patently obvious that the battle was about to be over. Both women were completely covered in sweat, their eyes were wide from the hurting piss inside them. Their loads of urine were screaming for exit, and neither woman’s bladder was in any shape to resist it longer. Sarah and Jasmine went eye to eye as they struggled, willpower fading into nothingness, hands now planted on their vaginas, their heavy stores of piss now right on the precipice of total eruption. “A….a nurse….nurse like you…can’t…compete with a….doctor…like…me!” Sarah spat out between nervous breaths, her voice even cracking from the effort she was putting forth. Jasmine was so close to exploding that she couldn’t even respond. She simply whimpered, maintained eye contact with Sarah briefly, and then lowered her head to put her last vestiges of concentration into refusing to let her torturous piss exit her quivering body. “71…71 hours I’ve held this in….nearly three full days! I’ve never…held it in for…three days before…” Sarah continued, saying the words as much in awe to herself as she was bragging to the suffering nurse. For a few seconds, I thought Jasmine would still be unable to respond, but then the girl lifted her head, stared back into Sarah’s eyes, and whispered, “And you won’t…..” Sarah Gallagher’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “How dare you! You insolent nurse! Telling me, Doctor Sarah Gallagher, that I can’t hold back a simple bodily function like peeing! I’ve got the biggest bladder in this hospital! I’ve got the strongest bladder FullHearts has ever seen! I’ve outlasted them all! You’re….you’re…..” Sarah ranted at the nurse, searching for the final word to nail down her insult. At that moment her indescribable bladder suffered a scintillating wave of urgency and cramped up harder than it ever had before. The pressure doubled, then doubled again, until it far worse than any woman could hope to withstand. Doctor Gallagher’s exhausted bladder was in full rebellion and was determined to blow out her overload of piss this very instant. Sarah yelled out as the pressure hit her, hands wrapped over her bursting pussy, but when she clenched her sphincter as she had done so many thousands of times before in these last three days, the doctor found that no strength remained. Sarah Gallagher had finally hit her maximum limit. “You’re right! I can’t hold it!” Sarah howled in desperation as a torrent of dark yellow piss exploded forth from her clenching bladder. The beautiful bulbous orb began to flatten as Sarah gushed onto the floor, her iron bladder now no better than all the rest after 71 hours of torment. After a few seconds of grasping for control, the ailing doctor slumped down, defeated at last. She had put forth so much effort to contain herself this long that she simply had nothing left, lying on the hospital floor as piss sprayed in every direction from her spewing vagina. Jasmine lost all composure when Sarah began flooding the hospital with her liters and liters of angry urine, but even when her pee dancing was at its zenith, the nurse refused to lose control of her 62 hour bladder. After nearly ten minutes, Sarah’s bladder finally ran dry. Well in excess of a gallon of pee was covering the floor between them. Then, without warning, the overhead lights began to flicker. Soon they started shining brightly. All across the hospital, light was restored and machines that had been put in standby mode whirred to life. The power had returned to FullHearts Hospital, and just in time for Nurse Jasmine. With halting steps, the desperate girl began to make her way towards the hospital’s exit. But Sarah Gallagher had regained her senses. “Where do you think you’re going, nursey?” She called to Jasmine, sitting up with anger and annoyance showing on her face. “Don’t think that you’ve proven yourself to be the best among us quite yet! You know damn well that I was holding in 9 more hours of piss than you! And I don’t think your shift is scheduled to end…until you can match it! We’ll see who the bladder queen of FullHearts really is, sweetie!” Jasmine visibly shuddered as a chill ran up her spine at the thought of holding an additional 9 hours. I was sure she’d give in right then and there and release her load, but somehow the Filipino nurse reached down into her endless reserves of willpower and summoned the effort to nod curtly. Jasmine continued walking, but she went right passed the exit doors and turned only when she reached her next patient’s room. Jasmine would have to hold until 8 pm to match Sarah’s record of 71 hours, and I knew it was going to be a tall, nigh impossible test, even for someone as strong and resilient as Jasmine. Her bladder was overloaded, totally swollen to the brim with steaming piss, and now she was being asked to bear down and contain it for a further 9 hours. I didn’t see how she could accomplish the feat. It seemed even Jasmine’s toes were curling in desperation! I knew she had to go, and bad! I watched her hobble with aching steps from room to room and realized that ‘bad’ didn’t even begin to cover how urgently Jasmine needed a relief. Somehow, the piss stayed in. By noon, Sarah and the rest of the doctors and nurses had started to undertake the monumental task of cleaning up the piss-ridden hospital. They also spared no time in launching insults and snide comments at Jasmine. I was sure that some of the nicer nurses were only doing so to come off well to Sarah, but the egos of these bladder queens couldn’t stand the fact that one of them remained dry and holding. When she was in between the ever-increasing waves of urgency, Jasmine would lob an insult right back, but otherwise she let her actions (or rather, the inaction of her frothing piss) do the talking. As the early afternoon rolled around, I began to think that Nurse Jasmine might just make it. Sure, she seemed dead tired, and her legs were now double crossed at all times, but she’d made it this far. Her mammoth bladder was bulging larger than ever, larger even than Sarah Gallagher’s was at its peak, and the force bearing down on her drained and aching sphincter had to be astronomical. I could sense that Sarah was thinking similar thoughts, because within a few minutes she had thrust a bottle of water into Jasmine’s hand with the command to “Drink, bitch!”. The bottle completed, a second one replaced it with a similar command from the doctor. On it went, with Sarah making sure to keep Jasmine pumped up with liquids, at least an extra liter every hour. For a few hours, Jasmine seemed able to stand the additional pressure. But gradually I saw her coming to her final limits. The piss would win in the end, as it always did. By 5 pm, Jasmine’s pee dancing was absolutely frantic, and by 6 pm I was sure her tired, swollen bladder would simply detonate before any more pee could be forced into it. Her bulge was obscene, her top completely unable to hide the rounded midsection. Her skin was stretched and white, and the poor nurse seemed primed to pop. The other nurses and doctors were even making pregnancy jokes at Jasmine’s expense, and all the while Sarah kept forcing more bottles of water into the Asian’s hands. “Come on, show me how strong that nurse’s bladder of yours really is! Come on, drink another one! Don’t piss it out, now! You have to hold!” Sarah taunted her as Jasmine downed yet another bottle. As the clock struck 7 pm, 70 hours into Nurse Jasmine’s incredible hold, I saw her piss urgency take a turn for the worse. She was now far passed desperation. It seemed a piss was becoming simply necessary. There was no room left in her body to contain another milliliter of urine, but her kidneys continued to pump it into her. It simply had to come out. Jasmine’s adrenaline had faded long ago, her will was in tatters, and only her muscle strength remained, but even that was on its last legs. No matter what, there is one constant for every woman, regardless of how strong they become and long they train themselves to put off the urge – every woman has to piss. Jasmine began to tremble, and I saw Sarah’s eyes glitter as she was assured of her victory. Jasmine’s trembling turned into full-body shakes as her body revolted against itself, trying to force Jasmine to blow out all her liters upon liters of torturous piss, to end this hold once and for all. Jasmine was at her wit’s end and began stamping her feet. Her hands were concreted to her most intimate parts. Her bladder began cramping violently in the face of such terrible waves of urgency. The waves all rolled together into one constant surge. Jasmine’s iron bladder squeezed for all it was worth. Pressure this high was enough to break any bladder… …except Jasmine’s. Sarah Gallagher began to howl with rage as Jasmine trembled and shook and quivered…and held on. The girl would not be defeated, not on this day. Jasmine’s interminable desperation did not cease, the waves came harder and stronger still, but Jasmine’s pee stayed locked away in her iron tankard of a bladder. Time continued to pass and finally it was 8 pm. Jasmine was free! Sarah could do nothing but shoot the Asian nurse one final look of contempt, and then Nurse Jasmine was safely out of FullHearts Hospital, walking with something resembling poise, which was an incredible feat for someone holding 71 hours of boiling urine. Without hesitation, I followed. Watching the ever-increasing desperation of everyone in FullHearts Hospital had given me a great boost, and I could safely say I was on the road to recovery and no longer needed to be there. I watched as Jasmine walked through the parking lot and found her car. She went to open the door…but nothing happened. Jasmine tried again, pulling harder, but got the same result. The door was jammed. Suddenly the total desperation came rushing back to the Filipino woman. She began clutching at herself and pacing back and forth, her desperation to let out her piss reaching uncontrollable levels. I watched in awe, waiting for the one explosion of pee that I hadn’t yet seen. Jasmine was unable to concentrate, unable to formulate any plan that did not involve opening her car door, and the door would not budge. Then I realized something else – I didn’t want to see this. I couldn’t bear the thought of Nurse Jasmine holding in her pee against all odds for so long in the hospital, outholding Sarah, only to lose her piss like any other girl in the parking lot. A true bladder queen like Jasmine deserved a toilet. And so I went to her. I turned her around, and the girl was so desperate she did not recognize me for the first moment. Then I bade her to follow me to my car. Jasmine made it to my car, but only because I put an arm under her and nearly carried her there. She could focus on nothing else but the burning desire to release her pee. I asked for directions to her flat, and she was able to mutter and point as I was on the road. We motored along at surely illegal speeds, but it was all in the name of glorious, relieving pee! Jasmine was hunched over the passenger seat, holding her belly and massaging between her legs while I offered words of encouragement. With luck, we reached her apartment and still Jasmine remained dry. Again, I helped her up the steps to her third floor place. She jiggled the key frantically for a few moments, but finally the door opened. Jasmine sped to the toilet with everything she had, but as I followed her into her apartment I did not hear the pent up spray I expected. Instead, I turned a corner and saw Jasmine, standing frozen in front of her open bathroom door and staring. There was a clock just above the door, and it read 8:30 pm. Jasmine was licking her lips, staring at her own personal toilet with an almost unfathomable lust. But she did not go in. “Three days…..” she said softly. The implication was clear. Just one half of an hour separated Jasmine from the hallowed three day mark. She would not pee before then. She would force herself to contain the overload a little longer. Then Jasmine turned to me and her face registered shock for a brief second. She had been so lost in her trance for the toilet that it was as if she had forgotten I’d brought her to her apartment. But then the memory flooded back to her, and Jasmine gave herself one more squeeze between her legs before walking back towards the kitchen. “Would you like some tea?” she asked me in a hoarse voice, the interminable strain of the day taking clear effect. Her footsteps were slow and stiff, her back was bent forward in an effort to give her bladder more room to cope with its hurting load of urine, but I allowed my host to brew and even pour out two cups of tea. We sat on her sofa and drank. I did not bother talking. All of Jasmine’s energy was focused on the clock. It was her ultimate tormentor, even moreso than her bulging bladder. The clock determined her fate. The clock determined when she could pee, and Jasmine had no choice but to hold back her impending flow just a little longer until the clock granted her permission. I swear Jasmine began to see stars as 9 pm approached. Her sphincter, rock solid only some hours before, was verging on total collapse every second. I saw her taking sharp breaths and kegeling as often as she could. Her hands stayed flatly on her trembling thighs for this final test, much to my amazement. Her bladder was swollen out and seemed to be vibrating, such was her need. The absolute urgency to urinate was driving Nurse Jasmine mad. I could see it in her face. Her thighs clenched and scissored, then scissored again. Soon her legs were in constant motion, even as she sat. Again the waves of piss need began to double and triple the pressure she felt pressing down on her aching sphincter. Her bladder began to pulse as it desperately tried to rid itself of its overload. She began to moan over and over, a low hum that gradually turned higher in pitch as her bladder’s capacity and ability to hold reached critical, impossible levels. This was Jasmine’s last power, I was certain. We had finally arrived at the bladder queen’s breaking point. And then the clock struck 9! Jasmine leapt off the sofa and flew to the bathroom. She had not seated herself on a toilet for 3 long, arduous days, and now both her bladder’s limits, and the limits of her masochism, had been reached. Jasmine pulled off her pants and threw down her panties in record time and sat down on the toilet…on her toilet. I followed as quickly as I could. I was sure that after all we’d been through in the last 3 days, she would not mind some company. And she did not, as Jasmine managed to look at me and offer one final small smile before the piss shot out of her. From the mammoth size of her bulge, I was sure Jasmine was holding at least a gallon and a half of hot, stinking piss in her overworked bladder, and now it all tried to get out of her at once. Her stream was like a downpour as it hissed wantonly into the bowl below her. Jasmine’s face, finally, showed comfort and relief. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to feel as relieved as she surely felt letting out 72 hours, 3 full days, worth of pee all at once. Her stream did not sputter – it continued on unabated for minutes on end. I didn’t think her bladder would ever deflate, but finally her midsection began to appear flat and toned. Then the splatter of piss came to a halt. Jasmine did not drip dry. Her load of piss was forced out with such fury that she was peeing full bore one moment and was empty the next. It was an incredible sight and still more proof of the awesome urgency she was holding back for so many hours. With her telling smirk back on her face, Jasmine rose from the toilet, gave me a small kiss on the cheek, and led me to the door. “Thanks hun. Whew, I really needed that! Come back any time…” she told me playfully as I exited her apartment. I left and drove myself home in a daze. The last three days had gone by in a flash, but I knew I would never forget my stay at FullHearts Hospital. Perhaps it wasn’t too bad getting sick after all…
  10. https://www.omorashi.org/uploads/monthly_2020_02/bwpee.png.b3c18d332fd28c03ea0516337eea7e68.png Based on this lovely art piece by best Waifu Biku and endorsed by him to post on the org. So I suppose I should introduce myself to you guys. Hi, I'm Amelia, 21 at the time of the story and writing. I'm currently in university away from my native Baltimore and living it up with my two roommates/besties; Beth and Maddy. We live, love and laugh together; and they are the reason I'm writing this. Lemme tell you something about myself: I hate using public restrooms. It doesn't matter shit where it is Uni, cafe, museum or even the fucking library; I won't use their facilities. I don't even know why if I'm honest, just never really liked public lavatories. Perhaps obviously, this has led to some close calls and near misses. Bushes have been a panty saver on many occasions. But not on the time I'm gonna tell you about. Quick description of myself and clothes: 5,3 with B cups, black medium length hair, green eyes and caucasian. I was wearing a black skirt, blue jacket, black knee-high socks ( i adore them to death), some cheap sneakers and most importantly a pair of white panties with black seam. So my day goes as it ordinarily does, classes, studying and shooting the shit. However, the day was as hot as hell. Everyone was sweating buckets throughout the entire day. Loads of people were gulping down water, myself kinda included. I reckon I had drunk around 700ml by the time I packed up to head out at 5pm. Important to note I hadn't taken a piss since 2:30pm so, I was feeling a little need to empty the tank. Of course, I would have to walk back to my dorm for this; no problem since its only a quick hop from where I was chilling out listening to some Queen. So I take my stuff and make my way out of the building, hands in my empty jacket pockets and "Its a kind of magic"playing in my ears. I sing out loud sometimes, and that is one of my favs to do so too. My dorm building is right across the forum from the building I was in, just FYI. So I and my slightly full bladder skip our mellow ass over to the awkwardly heavy front double doors of my dorm building and heave them open. Stairs are so tiring, but I need my exercise so up I go. Within moments I'm at the door to my dorm, thinking do I go and piss right now or have a cheeky lil hold? Turns out it will be neither. The door opens for me, and Maddy latches herself onto me. "What's up, Amelia? Had a good time studying for your biology exam while I and Beth be making plans?" She said this all within like 5 seconds, the gal's a bomb of energy. I'm studying to become a doc if you wanted to know. While I was in her grizzly bear strength death hug, she squished my bladder ever so slightly; felt nice if I'm honest, not too much discomfort. I pry myself from her vice-like grip "It was pretty relaxing if I'm straight with you Mad's, (her nickname) just sitting back with a book, good fucking music and an ice-cool bottle of H2O." Beth comes out of her bedroom, blanket around her arms and flannel on her head. "Maddy, for the 30th time I ain't coming to the bar tonight; I look like I've been dragged through the dump." She sniffled after every word, and her hair was in such a shambles; flu is a bitch. "I know, I know," Maddy keeps her distance from Beth while saying this, she doesn't want the bug Beth has. Especially not on her birthday. What exactly was the big plan I hear you ask dear reader? Get absolutely fucking wasted because it is her 21st. Well, that was the plan. "Humph, fine then Amelia is coming with me" she demanded, sounding like a bitchy anime character. And with those words, my evening was decided; you do not argue with Maddy when she has her mind set on something. Now you might be saying "Amelia you can just go to the bathroom now before you leave your dorm. Its only 5pm and there is no way she can seriously ask you not to pee before you leave." Why yes I could have gone. I could have wandered into the bathroom, whipped down my undies and pissed on the usually warm toilet. But unfortunately, I couldn't. Beth had rendered the toilet a no go until the uni's caretakers came, at 7pm. Maddy wanted to leave at 6pm. What about the dormitory's communal toilets? Nope, they are public toilets. The one pisser in the entire city I felt comfy using was out of order. Well shit, guess I was holding for the long term because I don't want to let down Mad's on her 21st birthday. I was worried a bit, but I thought I could hold firm until we got back; whenever that was. So I spent the next hour waiting for Maddy to get finished up, making sure to drink not even a sip; I needed as much mileage out of my bladder as possible. Gotta admit though, Maddy looked like the bomb. Strawberry blonde up in a ponytail with blue jeans and red hoodie. "You ready to go?" she asked, a mix of excitement and impatience in her voice. I got off the bed and nodded, I played the moment from ROTJ where Lando says "Here goes nothing" in my head for some reason. So we both head out, two girls looking for a good time. Everything is gonna be perfect, Maddy has the bar she wanted to go to and even what drink she was gonna order decided. She took us to the wrong street. Then missed the bar's huge ass sign on the right street, fuck me she can be a bit dim. The third time was the charm, and we were in the bar only about an hour later than expected. And she said it was a quick walk. So the time was around 7:45, we found two barstools and made our order. She made her choice first, a small beer can; nothing too fancy. I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol, so I bought a Pepsi. Quick bladder report: I'm at the point of "I probably should try and pee soon." My bladder was not hurting or anything, just bit uncomfy. Not how I'd like to be, but no need for alarm. So then the waiter (a guy named Jeff, he's a nice dude) brings out the drinks. Small beer for Maddy, and a fucking litre of coke for me. My jaw was somewhere between my thigh highs and my pussy, I could feel it quiver in terror at the sight of this monster. A few seconds ago I was chill, now I was pretty heckin unchill. Can you picture someone holding a plastic bag, partially full, and then bumping a litre bottle of Pepsi into it? That was how I was picturing that drink and my bladder, just noisily pouring a litre into my bladder. The confidence I had before: smashed. The "hey, gonna be a nice night" attitude: washed away in black, bubbly, fizzy beverages. I checked the menu; what did I actually order? "1 litre Pepsi supreme, meant for couples." There was no chance Maddy was sharing this with me, she hates sharing cutlery let alone a drink. I could just leave part of the drink, but then Maddy might think I'm not well or enjoying the evening. I was trapped between a barstool and a soda. FIZZZZZ. Maddy cracked open her cold one and looked at me with a face that would make a Soviet commissar go "awwww." "Bottoms up, Amelia!!" She clicked our drinks together, causing a few millilitres of pop to flow out. I watched it splash against the dark tile floor, not understanding that it was almost like an omen of what was to come. "Yeah," I said with a touch of apprehension "bottoms up." Maddy immediately knocked back her can, loudly gulping down for about 3 seconds. Her fucking facial reaction killed me. "UUUUUUWUWWUWWWUWWUEGGGGGGGGGGG" she screeched, killing me even more "that tastes like bulls piss." She slapped herself on the chest and quickly asked the waiter for an apple juice. "Hahahaa, how would you know what bulls piss tastes like?" My amusement at her situation was obvious. "Fuck you, Amelia, go suck off James from next door" she jokingly retorted, giggling and coughing. "Bitch you know imma lesbian, so it would be Jessica from down the hall." "I'll tell her that" she half-joking half-seriously threatened. "You won't, Maddy, no balls." "Literally you idiot, I got a puss puss like you; but i seriously will unless you do something." "Oh yeah, what?" I put my mouth to my humongous mug and took a sip. She smiled "Chug it." I know I know, it was a dumb idea to do so. But I was hyped up on banter energy, dare daringness and slight worry she would tell Jessica (who is actually not attracted to). Within a minute, I had taken it all in. The 1 litre that, I would have spaced over an hour or more, had made its way to my bladder in one swoop. It suddenly dawned on me how bad I had fucked up. I was not a 100% certain at that time, but part of me knew this wasn't gonna end well. Now here is where I would put what I and Maddy were doing for the next 3 hours. That's right, 3 hours. I left the bar at 10:45pm exactly. I would put what I and Maddy were doing, but most of it is personal stuff and boring so I won't. What I will tell you is that I love this woman for what she did at 9:36. She moved us to a secluded table, where neither she nor anyone else could see me under it. My hand was glued my crotch squeezing myself with a grip that could bend steel. My thigh high's were rubbed together so quickly as I bounded my crossed legs I almost wore a hole in them. My legs ached from how much I shook. By the 10:45 I couldn't take it anymore. I made an excuse to Maddy, saying I felt unwell and needed to return to the dorm. She understood, probably thinking I caught what Beth had, and bade me farewell. The warm sunlight had been banished by the dark night, the chill not helping my situation. The streets had life, but not enough to make it feel crowded. I was visibly sweating and in discomfort. My legs were constantly rubbing together, and I had to fight to keep myself from shoving my hands hard into my crotch. It was desperation like I had never felt before. My bladder didn't know if it wanted to expand or let everything out in a tidal wave of piss. Honestly, all I wanted was to sleep; I was exhausted. My tiptoe steps were delicate and precise. One wrong move and I would be adding another river to this city. My bladder was like a weight under me, dragging me down and impeding my movement. I was so full and desperate I thought something was wrong with me, I considered calling 911; but quickly came to my senses. My breathing was almost gasp-like, I sucked in air like it was going out of style. The streets and building seemed to go on forever, my dorm and relief so far but so close. I was cursing and moaning as I went along, I feel so sorry for the old lady who heard me. Eventually, I came upon the place that brings me here; a destination that fate willed me to go to. An alleyway with no entrances to businesses and a dumpster to hide behind. When I laid eyes on that big blue son of a bitch, a roll of thunder came. It was like a sign from the heavens. Although it was actually the F-16s from the nearby Air Force Base. I locked eyes with it, clint Eastwood style, ready for its move. Yeah, this batshit moment lasted a few seconds before my bladder was like "hey, I'm about to dump Niagra falls, Lake Victoria and every other large body of water into your panties." So, with what felt like a ton of urine in my belly, I "hurried" behind this dumpster. A dead-end; perfect. I can let it go in a dark alley, with no witnesses. But not in the perfectly good toilet in the bar. Well, no use overthinking things now. So I hook my thumbs around the black seam of my panties and tug them down to where my knee socks end. Totally dry by some miracle. I adopt a doubled over stance, hands clasped, elbows rested on my knees. I spread my legs and prepare myself. All the while, my bladder muscles are screaming at me to let go. My bladder is pushing with all its might to get my brain to let go. As soon as I think my shoes are out of the blast zone, I give in. Lemme tell you something. Holy shit. Fucking god. Jesus on a bike, bitches on a trike, you have no idea the sheer bliss I felt. My bladder didn't pee, or piss, or firehose, or spray, or spurt. Go onto youtube and look up "emergency dam discharges." Now take the most powerful one you can find and double it. The pee screamed out of me like a gusher, an absolute rush of warm liquid. The splattering against the dry ground was orgasmic on its own. I could feel the ripples through my bladder as it pumped out piss, it was like someone squeezing a bottle. It pushed my urethra wide open and soaked my entire crotch, not just my vagina, the whole crotch. My thighs, despite being spread wide, were getting a thin coating of my hot pee. My thigh highs got their inner sides saturated, my shoes became like swimming pool's edges. The steam began to rise like someone had set off a special effect, I was sure that something was on fire due to the heat and force of the stream. And my bladder was still full as hell. I had peeked down a few times at it while walking, and it bulged at least a few inches. I touched it once, with my pinky finger as gently as possible. My bladder was literally steel. I have no other way of explaining its weight or its hardness. I moaned so god damn loud I was like a hentai character getting dicked good 'n' hard. But Nah, I'm a lesbian anyway, it was just an Atlantic ocean leaving my bladder. 1 and a half minutes of this display of this forceful bladder contents removal went by before the stream slowed. After another minute and my long hold's dramatic ending was over. I was a panting mess. My heart was racing, loins dying for attention and a puddle the size of Washington DC under my soaked feet. But hey, at least my panties were dry. Or were they? I checked with my fingers and found they were a little damp, but not much. I took a moment to gather myself, then pulled up my panties. The squelch and splash underfoot as I left my artificial ocean behind almost made me orgasm. Out in the street, no one was aware of what I did; and I intended to keep it that way. Quickly, though careful not to rub my lower region too much with my thighs, I left the area and made my way back to my dorm. beth was asleep, the poor girl needed her rest, so I stayed as quiet as I could. A note on the bathroom door informed me that the caretakers had been around and fixed the toilet. Better late than never, I suppose. I took a quick shower, threw my clothes into the wash and scribbled some notes about the day in my diary. That's all I remember before tiredness overtook me and I fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep.
  11. 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.
  12. To set the story straight, my girlfriend has been aware of my pee/desperation fetish for quite some time now and she holds for me once in a while. Upon telling her about the fetish it was revealed to me that she was okay with it and that she actually naturally does it without any thought and usually ends up putting it off until it gets pretty bad. We had talked about it a lot and I found ultimately found out that there were a few incidents that transpired where she became extremely desperate. One in particular stood out to me in which she became so desperate while drinking with friends to the point she’d been pee dancing, jumping up and down, crossing her legs, moaning and all literally on the verge of wetting herself, and had even leaked heavily waiting in line at the bathroom trying to hold it, but I wasn’t there to witness any of it despite having been literally several meters away from her in the same building. since then because of my massive disappointment of having missed such a memorable moment she started doing holds for me in hopes of turning me on the way I would have been if I had witnessed said incident, but frankly every single time we do it, she never squirms or does much of a pee dance (which is what turns me on the most). Instead it’s more like she crosses her legs and fidgets here and there with heavy breathing, all the way to the point of wetting. And whenever she reflects on it afterward in comparison to the incident she has told me about, she says the urge had hit her much much harder that time and she most definitely squirmed and jumped around violently. We’ve tried recreating it many times, even narrowing it down to the science of drinking exactly what she had drank that time in question (in this case it’d be 4-6 beers and 2-3 shots within 30-45 minutes, yes we’re quite alcoholics) but to no avail we’ve only seen glimpses of the pee dance but never the full effect of it. i was wondering if anyone here could give us some pointers to get her as desperately squirmy as possible? We’ve tried virtually everything rapid desperation wise except for constantly holding throughout the day to tire out the sphincter muscles, which I think might really help, but I’m just really looking for more tips to add on to that theory. Any advice?
  13. I’ve never done an interactive story before, so this is kinda new to me. The story will focus on the theme of a medieval fantasy world and the various characters within. WARNING: This story will contain messing The four available characters are thus far as follows: KATHERINE Bladder: Gargantuan Bowels: Gargantuan Hair Colour: Brown Eye Colour: Brown Height: 5’10” Hip/Ass Size: Large Breast Size: Large Magical Talent: Medium (50% mana) Wealth: Limitless Queen Katherine is the current Queen of Providia. Years of conditioning and practice throughout long meetings has left her with a truly incredible bladder and bowel capacity, able to withstand almost inhuman amounts of piss and shit for extraordinarily long periods of time. ASHLYN Bladder: Very Large Bowels: Small Hair Colour: Blonde Eye Colour: Blue Height: 5’6” Hip/Ass Size: Medium Breast Size: Large Magical Talent: Mageworthy (100% mana) Wealth: &500 Lady Ashlyn is the one of the noblewomen of the court of Queen Katherine. Like her Queen, she has trained herself to hold her bladder, but unfortunately she suffers from bowel issues that have plagued her for years. Secretly, this is caused by Ashlyn’s training as a magic-user, a hobby that is most unusual especially for a member of the nobility. ERIA Bladder: Medium Bowels: Medium Hair Colour: Brown Eye Colour: Green Height: 5’10” Hip/Ass Size: Large Breast Size: Small Magical Talent: Major (75% mana) Wealth: &10 Eria is the personal housecarl of Queen Katherine, and is responsible for making sure that the needs of the Queen are attended to. She has a perfectly reasonable bladder and bowel capacity, although she often finds herself busy as the needs of her queen come first, of course. SARANI Bladder: Small Bowels: Large Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Brown Height: 6’00” Hip/Ass Size: Large Breast Size: Large Magical Talent: Minor (25% mana) Wealth: &8 Sarani is the one of the Queen’s bodyguards and a loyal protector of the court, despite her foreign origins in the Deserts of Fangs. Despite her tough, no-nonsense persona, she has one of the weakest bladders of the whole royal guard, a curse left on her by a mysterious mage several years ago. MAGICAL INVENTORY [5% mana] Mystical Reveal: Shows bladder and bowel capacity of target [20% mana] Hold Sphincter: Allows holding of urine for a random period of time [25% mana] Pleasurable Prevention: Relieves feeling of desperation from bladder for a random period of time [40% mana] Anal Bind: Allows holding of poop for a random period of time [40% mana] Load Swap: Swaps bladder and bowel percentages [45% mana] Divine Mercy: Relieves feeling of desperation from bladder and bowels for a random period of time [50% mana] Shift Spell: Transforms random percentage of urine into diarrhea (increases bowel need) [50% mana] Toilet Transformation: Transforms diarrhea into solid waste or vice versa (no change in bowel need). Can be used on spellcaster or other person [65% mana] Fill Bladder: Target’s bladder is suddenly full (random percentage; minimum 80%) [65% mana] Magical Connection: Place random percentage of urine or poop into target’s bladder and/or bowels from spellcaster [75% mana] Fill Bowels: Target’s bowels are suddenly full (random percentage; minimum 80%) [85% mana] Explosive Release: Target’s holding capacity for both ends is severely reduced [100% mana] Uncontrollable: Target suddenly wets and shits themselves Failure to cast a spell may cause the spell to backfire, causing the opposite result to the one intended. Furthermore, increased magic usage reduces bowel capacity HOW TOILET USAGE WORKS Free Release: Any character may urine/defecate freely, but they will incur major social embarrassment if found. If they relieve themselves outside of the castle, they may be arrested and fined (Katherine is except from this) Chamber Pots: Any character may use a chamber pot if they can find one, but only to relieve their bladders. If they release their bowels, they will also incur major social embarrassment and may be charged for a new chamber pot (Katherine is except from this) Katherine and Ashlyn each have a single chamber pot inside their bedchambers, as do the other nobility Eria and Sarani must use the communal chamber pots, of which there are five in the cellar beneath the castle Privy: Any character can use a privy to release their bladder and bowels Katherine has her own private privy in the bathroom next to her bedchambers Ashlyn must use the privy used by other nobles, which has a single seat Eria and Sarani must use the communal privy, which has three seats and no doors. They may be forced to relieve themselves next to or in front of other people PART 0 Choose Character: A Katherine B Ashlyn C Eria D Sarani
  14. From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Introduction to the series! A sort of commercial/narrative start.
  15. Remember the classic story The All-Day Girls by Paul Tester? I've long wanted to write a story with a similar premise, but from an outsider's perspective. In my last year of high school, I noticed a curious trend. One day, I found a large puddle in the hallway near the girls’ bathrooms. A girl in my class, Cynthia, disappeared between classes and nobody knew where she’d gone or why. A few days later, I spotted two girls in my class furiously wiggling in their seats, quite obviously desperate to pee, but neither made any move to go to the bathroom. None of my teachers were strict about bathroom breaks, and in any event, few of the girls were shy enough not to just run off if it was an emergency. This was the twenty-first century, after all, not some Catholic girls’ school in the Victorian era. Nobody was particularly concerned about being prim and proper. The following week, I was sitting in class when I noticed another girl, Ellie, whom I kind of knew. She was wiggling her bum around in her seat, with her hands conspicuously placed in her lap. On her desk was a half-empty bottle of water, and two other girls who were seated nearby were quietly encouraging her to hold it. I could see her thighs and buttocks straining through the fabric of her tight blue jeans, which, I will admit, was the kind of thing I was prone to noticing. I was an eighteen-year-old boy, after all. I was seated nearby and found the drama unfolding far more interesting than the exploits of Julius Caesar in Gaul, which the teacher was lecturing on. I overheard one of the girls whispering to her, “Just a few more hours, you can do it,” which was a very strange thing to say. After all, classes only lasted fifty minutes and we were halfway into the lesson. With five minutes left of the lesson, it all came to a head. Ellie let out an audible gasp and removed her hands from her lap, placing them in front of her mouth as if to silence herself. Her eyes fell to her lap, and then I heard a loud spatter. A waterfall exploded out from under her, splattering onto the floor, with smaller rivulets trickling into her sneakers. At first, I think I was the only one who noticed what was happening, apart from the two girls who’d been encouraging her to hold it. By the time she was done peeing, the classroom had gone silent but for the dripping of her chair, and everyone was staring. Ellie shot up and ran out of the room, the two girls quickly gathering her belongings and hurrying after her. Her entire backside was stained dark blue, down to the backs of her knees, and she was trailing droplets. The urine was perfectly translucent, as if she’d been drinking a lot. I noticed the water bottle on her desk was empty. It made no sense: why would you drink more when you’re struggling not to pee yourself? Everyone in the room was talking. Nobody seemed to quite believe that what they’d seen before their eyes really happened. Seeing the commotion five minutes before the bell, the teacher dismissed class and hurried out of the room, looking about as embarrassed as if she had been the one who wet herself. I noticed, to my embarrassment, that I was sporting an erection. I wasn’t turned on by Ellie’s accident, I told myself. It was merely a random boner, of the kind I was getting throughout my teens, although admittedly rarely in the past year. I picked up my backpack and carried it in front of my crotch, so as to hide my excitement, and ran out after Ellie. After all, she was a friend, or at least someone I knew and talked to on occasion. And, to be honest, I was starting to get seriously curious about just what the hell was going on. I wandered the halls aimlessly, until I spotted a trail of small droplets and followed it toward the entrance to the school. I spotted Ellie by the door, just as the two girls she’d been with handed over her things and left. I caught up with her as she was about to leave. “Ellie, I’m so sorry. What happened?” I said. She looked at me and blushed, but didn’t seem overly upset. “I want to talk about it, but I can’t,” she said, and then she ran off, still in her soaking jeans. That was about the most intriguing thing she could have said. “I don’t want to talk about it” I could have understood. She would have been embarrassed and just wanted to get home and clean herself up. I want to talk about it, but I can’t? What the hell? I was going to get to the bottom of this. Apart from the incidents I witnessed—the puddle in the hall, the squirming girls in class, and Ellie’s accident—I had heard several similar stories from others that I didn’t personally witness. Something strange was going on, and from Ellie’s cryptic words and strange behavior, I didn’t think it was just an epidemic of urinary tract infections. But none of the girls wanted to talk about it, and none of the boys knew anything, although it was all anybody talked about. Luckily, I had an ally. My best friend, Alice, was literally the girl next door. We’d been friends since kindergarten. We had sleepovers where we slept in the same bed. Her parents and mine couldn’t quite believe that we weren’t dating, and we were often mistaken for a couple. One time, I even overheard her father saying to her mother, while they were in the kitchen and didn’t know I happened to be passing by, that “It just wasn’t natural” that a boy and a girl our age would be so close yet not romantically involved. He seemed more bemused than disturbed, however, and as I was passing out of earshot I heard her mother say, “See, Charles, girls and boys can be just friends.” Well, I was going to get my money’s worth out of this friendship. One day, I was over at Alice’s place. We were supposed to be studying but ended up watching TV together on her bed. “So,” I said to her, leaning in conspiratorially, “what the hell is going on at school with all these girls holding their pee?” Her eyes widened and she leaned away from me. “Nothing’s going on,” she said, too quickly. As if she’d rehearsed that line. “Come on,” I said. “Something’s up and you know it. It seems like it’s something all the girls know about, but nobody’s talking.” I was about to mime myself puffing on a pipe, Sherlock Holmes style, when she sighed and leaned back. “Okay,” she said. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone, especially not any guy friends. They’d kill me if they knew I told you. Promise?” I nodded and made my solemn promise to keep her secret. It wasn’t like we didn’t have enough secrets on each other to destroy each others’ reputations twice over. “It’s like, a club,” Alice confided, whispering. “Where girls hold their pee. You can only join if you can hold it for twenty-four hours, and the last leg has to be at school, in front of witnesses. It’s all very hush-hush, but joining makes you really, really cool, to those who know what’s going on.” I leaned back on a pillow. “You serious, Alice?” I couldn’t believe it. But it did make a certain amount of sense, given what I’d seen. She nodded. “Dead serious. Promise you won’t tell anyone?” “I already promised, remember? Don’t you trust me?” “Of course I do,” she said. “But those girls would really destroy me if they found out I told you.” I grinned and jabbed her in the side. “So, you a member or what?” She giggled. “Of course not,” she said. And that was the end of it. We didn’t talk any more about it. The next couple of weeks, I observed one or two more girls who appeared to be squirming, but nothing quite as spectacular as the previous two weeks. I assumed it was a fad, a really strange trend that was passing. Then, one day, Alice called my just after school and told me to come over immediately. I’d just chucked my backpack when I got the call, and I rushed over fearing something serious. Had her parents died in a car accident? She was moving away? Something of that nature, something that would really shake up her entire world. Normally she’d just text and I could count on one hand the times she’d actually called me and told me I had to get over there immediately. “What’s going on,” I said as she greeted me in the hall. “Something serious?” She cocked an eyebrow and gave me one of her patented half-smiles, I swear, it would drive me crazy every time. “Yes and no,” she said. “No, the dog didn’t die or anything like that. Yes, it’s serious.” “Well, what is it?” I said, kind of frustrated. She’d gotten me all worried for nothing? “They asked me to join,” she said. “What? Who asked you to join what?” “The girl’s holding club.” She led me into the living room and we sat down on the sofa. Her parents weren’t due home for another hour and a half. “I thought that was a fad that died,” I said. “Well, not really,” she said. “What actually happened was that everybody’s too scared to try after some very public failures. It’s more embarrassing to fail than it’s exciting to join, kind of thing. They won’t risk it. The past couple who tried really chickened out long before the endgame.” “But they asked you to join?” She nodded. “Alice, this isn’t a great idea. What if you wet yourself at school like those other girls?” Secretly, mental images of her soaking wet and embarrassed came unbidden to me, and I felt something stir in my groin, but I tried my best to clamp down on it. I really didn’t want that for her. “But what if I don’t fail?” She looked at me expectantly, eagerly. “I thought you didn’t care about being cool,” I said. “I don’t,” she huffed. “Then why risk it?” “You’re so dumb,” she said, and got up from the couch, pacing the room. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t understand. Just, go.” My heart fluttered. I felt my hands go clammy. We hadn’t had a real fight in years, and I really didn’t want to lose my best friend over such a silly little thing. “Wait, Alice,” I said. “If it’s something you really want to do, I’ll support you.” She sat down again and took my hand. “Thank you,” she said, and I could see her eyes were a little moist. I couldn’t quite figure out quite what was so important about this, but I knew it was important to her that I cared about what she cared about. “So, are you going to do it?” “I’m going to try. You’ll have to help me.” “Help you?” I said, shaking my head. “How could I help you? Alice, I can’t plug your hole.” I physically cringed as I said it—those words were really not what I’d intended to say—but I plowed on, hoping to cover up any awkwardness. “I mean, I can’t hold your pee for you, so I don’t know that I’d be any help. Unless you want me to help you cheat somehow?” She shook her head. “No, it has to be legit. I meant, like, be a moral support. You know, the things friends do for each other?” I blushed. “Okay,” I said. “Tell me what the rules are, and we’ll figure out how to beat them without cheating.” “Just wait a minute. I have to go pee right now, because it starts at four PM and goes until four the next day.” “You mean today?” “Yes, today!” She said, and sprang up from the sofa. It was three minutes to four. She came back five minutes later, looking relieved. “Phew!” She said. “Close one. I hadn’t peed since this morning and that was the last chance.” “Why does it have to be today?” I asked. “Wouldn’t it be better to, I don’t know, strategize, plan, practice beforehand?” She sat down next to me again. “I don’t know why, either,” she said. “I only know Rosie told me I had one shot and it was today, otherwise I wouldn’t be allowed to audition. I had to respond by four today, so I texted her that I’m in while I was in the bathroom.” “So,” I said. “The rules. As far as I can tell, it’s just you and me, so there’s nobody here to tell if you sneak off to the bathroom.” “I wish it was that simple,” she said. “It starts at four in the afternoon, just enough time to get home from school, and goes until four the next day. She told me they’ll be observing and timing my pee at the end of those twenty-four hours, and if I don’t pee enough they’ll disqualify me. Only a truly bursting bladder qualifies. Theoretically, I could pee as much as I want to until school begins tomorrow, then they’ll be on me like hawks, but I don’t dare. They wouldn’t tell me what time they’re looking for, but obviously it’s a long one so that you don’t cheat by going to the bathroom or deliberately dehydrating.” I shook my head. “Surely one pee before bed is fine, then you can fill up in the morning and still have plenty in the tank by four.” “I don’t dare. Rosie didn’t make the rules, but she told me she had to audition twice because her first time, she made it twenty-four hours and they judged she didn’t pee long enough. She admitted she used your strategy, peeing before bed and trying to fill up the next day, and it didn’t work. I don’t want to do this twice.” I shrugged. “So you’ll have to do it legit. Good luck. What now?” Alice got up. “I’m gonna get myself a drink. I’ll try to drink slowly and steadily. Not too much or too little. I can always go for broke tomorrow if I feel like I’m not full enough, but I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem. Twenty-four hours is a long time to hold it even if you’re drinking normally.” She came back with a glass of water, and we settled down to watch television. We agreed that I’d stay over that night if I could, and try to be there with her for the entire twenty-four hours. We both burst out laughing when we were channel surfing and a rerun of 24 came on. By seven thirty, we were having dinner with her parents and Alice was on her fourth glass of water. Secretly, I thought this was a little too ambitious, but she didn’t seem too uncomfortable. We’d been in and out of each others’ houses since we were little kids, so it wasn’t unusual for me to have dinner with her parents. Alice’s dad went to work grilling me about my plans for university, which, sadly, were not particularly concrete at the time. Alice was fairly quiet during dinner, and once we’d put the dishes away we retreated to her room. I texted my parents that I was staying the night, and only received an “ok” in reply. That wasn’t anything unusual. I would stay over at hers or she at mine almost weekly. They didn’t know I was staying over to help her audition for a pee-holding cult, or whatever it was. By nine, Alice was getting a bit antsy. She was moving her feet back and forth, and clearly no longer comfortable. “How are you holding up?” I asked. “Definitely feeling it,” she said. “I could go for a pee right now, but of course, I can’t. I don’t think I’ll be in any danger until morning, but I’m kind of worried about tomorrow.” “You’ll do fine,” I reassured her. For all that was worth. We climbed into her bed a little after ten, which was early for us in those days. I stripped down to my boxers and a shirt, and she took off her shirt and pants, standing there in just her bikini-cut green panties and a matching green bra. I took a moment to admire the inverted-heart shape of her backside when she turned around. Truth be told, I don’t know why I’d never made a move. She had brown shoulder-length hair, cute freckles, and a trim, toned body—and she was my best friend. What more could a guy wish for? And I don’t think she would have minded at all. But maybe that was the problem. We were complacent in our idyllic friendship, and both too scared of what might happen to it if we tried to move it in what, to both of us, should have been a natural direction. I know I caught her staring at my chest sometimes when I undressed in front of her. We climbed into bed together. “I can never sleep when I have to pee,” she said. “Not after, you know.” In fact, I did know exactly what she was talking about. It probably wasn’t coincidental that the girl’s holding club had targeted her. Alice had a tendency to put off going to the bathroom. This had never caught up to her, except one time. We were fifteen and she was sleeping over at my place. She woke me early in the morning, blushing, to tell me she’d wet the bed. It was soaked. I had to tell my parents, and it was quite embarrassing for both of us. She hadn’t gone to the bathroom before going to bed, but then again she seldom did. She told me it was the first and only time she’d wet the bed since she was in kindergarten, and I believe her. But I could see why she’d be nervous. Now she was deliberately holding her pee, and she was with the person who had witnessed her sole accident since she was a little girl. “I’m just gonna, you know,” she said, and sidled up close to me, spooning. My dick decided now was the time to act, never mind instructions from upstairs, and stood at attention. It poked at her butt cheek through my boxers, and I cursed myself inwardly. “Sorry,” I said. I’d explained to her years ago that random boners were a thing that happened to teenage boys all the time, and we’d almost convinced ourselves that errant hormones were the cause, and not Alice’s body. “It’s okay, I can’t help it that my butt is irresistibly cute,” she whispered and giggled. If you are now smacking your hand to your forehead at the utter ridiculousness of this situation, of neither of us doing anything about it, I won’t blame you. “It is, but I’m sorry anyway,” I said, and adjusted my position so I wasn’t poking at her backside with a spear. The erection wasn’t going anywhere, though. I put my hand over her side, and she took it and placed it on her abdomen. “Can you feel it?” She whispered. “What, are you pregnant?” “No, asshole. My bladder!” It was protruding slightly, perhaps, but it wasn’t very noticeable. “You’ll be fine.” It took us an hour to fall asleep, but we did, close together. My last thought before I fell asleep was that this must be what having a girlfriend was like. I woke up around six in the morning. Alice was whimpering in her sleep. Her hand had drifted in between her legs, and now her abdomen was noticeably swollen. I gently shook her shoulder to wake her. “Ugh,” she said, and gave her crotch a squeeze. “I had one of those dreams and now I really gotta pee.” “What kind of dream?” “You know, I was at school and I had to pee, but all the bathrooms were locked. Eventually I found one that was free, and I sat down and began peeing, but then I realized I’d forgotten to pull down my pants! Then I woke up and I was sure I’d wet myself.” “Well, you didn’t,” I said. Then: “Did you?” “No.” We laid there silently for a while, but eventually we must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew, the alarm was going off and it was seven in the morning. Alice didn’t so much get out of bed as roll. She flicked on the light and I could now she her bladder visibly protruding from her abdomen. She stood there wearing just her underwear and crossing her legs. “I’m gonna take a shower. Do you want to shower?” She asked. “Yeah, sure. You want to go first or should I…?” She fixed me with a look. “No, I mean, do you want to shower with me?” This was new. As children, we had bathed together many times, but it was all very innocent. Since we hit puberty, we had seen each other nearly nude many times, even changed in the same room with eyes carefully averted, but this was a step up. Alice had her own bathroom so it wasn’t like we couldn’t do it discreetly. Not like her parents would have minded if they knew, either. But still… “Oh-okay,” I said, a little flustered. She blushed, seemed to consider retracting the offer, but then she nodded. “Just gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” I said, leaping out of bed and running into the bathroom before she could spot my growing limb. I sat down on the toilet and pulled out my dick, thinking of Alice’s potty dance in her underwear. I finished in a minute, then cleaned myself up, feeling slightly dirty. But I knew I’d done what I had to do if I was going to shower with Alice and not make it awkward. I opened up the door and she came in, having already discarded her bra. I tried not to stare at her tits. She looked at me like, “well, are you gonna get naked or what?” So I began undressing. I dropped my shirt, she dropped her panties, I dropped my boxers. We faced each other, studying the other’s nude form. “This is kind of weird,” I said. “Don’t make it weirder by talking about it,” she said, and took my hand, leading me to the shower. I noticed she was clean shaven downstairs and self-consciously noted that my bush could use a trim. I hadn’t planned on anyone seeing it. The shower was fit for two, but we had to stand shoulder to shoulder. She handed me a bar of soap and turned on the water. I began soaping myself up, considering offering to do it to her, thought better of it and handed it over. She applied the soap in silence. Once we were done with the actual cleaning up part of showering, we stood together under the cascade of water and she suddenly grabbed my hand. She placed it on top of her bladder and whispered, “Can you feel it now?” I nodded. It was bulging, and she was having trouble standing still, knees occasionally beginning to buckle. She released my hand and shut off the water. We didn’t speak of what had happened—had anything happened? But as we were toweling off and getting dressed, she shot me a smile, and I smiled back, and I knew we had both enjoyed it. Whatever it actually meant for our relationship. We entered the kitchen together, fully dressed, and I didn’t think it was obvious that anything unusual had happened, but it must have been. We must have been practically glowing. Alice’s dad gave me a wink over his shoulder, and I blushed, trying to imagine what he must think. Oh, well. Everyone already assumed we were a couple. At least our disposition served to hide the fact that Alice couldn’t stand still, potty-dancing in place. If her dad hadn’t been busy being smug in the belief that his daughter had finally hooked up with the boy he had always considered his son-in-law in waiting, he would have surely noticed. She crossed her legs, bobbed up and down, and paced around the kitchen as she made us a coffee each. I marveled at her composure as she drained the coffee. How she could stand to drink anything knowing how desperate she already was, and how long she had to wait was beyond me. We got on the bus and chose a seat at the back. Alice was dressed in a light blue pair of jeans, checkered shirt under a leather jacket. I knew she’d exchanged the green panties for a pair of red ones—she’d shown me the seat of the old panties to prove she was dry. I couldn’t help but think the jeans were similar to the ones Ellie had worn when she had her accident, and those had shown off her wetting extremely obviously. That didn’t bode well for Alice. I consciously pushed the thought aside. If the morale of the moral support wavered, she’d be done for. “I don’t think I can do this,” Alice whispered. “I’m already desperate and it’s only eight. Eight more hours!” “Shush,” I said. “You can make it and you will make it, but you won’t if you give up mentally.” “I don’t know,” she said, and squeezed her crotch. “Stop it,” I said. “You’re not allowed to do that until after lunch.” “Are you ordering me, O Master?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m being the moral support. Besides, it makes sense. If you pull out all the stops now, you won’t have any tricks left in the bag for when you’re really desperate.” “I don’t knooow...” “Sshh. Tell you what. I won’t shower anymore with a girl who just gives up. I’m all about that character.” She cocked an eyebrow. “But you’d shower with a girl who wets the bed, and maybe even her pants at school?” “Do you wet the bed? I mean, besides that one time.” “N-no,” she said. “Never.” “Well, then,” I said. “Cheer up. I’ll be proud of you no matter what, whatever happens, as long as you don’t give up like a coward.” “Thanks, coach.” We arrived at school and were immediately greeted by Rosie and another girl I didn’t know. “Hey, Alice, ditch the boyfriend, this is girls’ business,” Rosie said. “He’s not my boyfriend and I’m not ditching him,” Alice said, crossing her legs. “There’s nothing in the rules that says you can’t hang out with a friend, no matter their gender, now is there?” “I suppose not,” Rosie said, grimacing. Then she leaned over and whispered something in Alice’s ear, before walking off. “What’d she say?” “She said, he won’t want to fuck you after you piss your pants in front of him anyways.” “That bitch!” Alice punched my arm. “Don’t say that, she’s my friend.” “Sorry.” “You’re right though, that was a bitchy thing to say. But only I get to call her a bitch.” I shrugged. Girls. The three first lessons of the day followed a familiar pattern. Teacher drones on. Alice squirms in her seat while sipping from a bottle of water. I am too captivated by her squirming to follow the lesson. But she held on. In the fourth lesson of the day, I tried to actually follow what the teacher was saying, despite a persistent, unwanted erection. I was so obsessively focused on not focusing on Alice that I almost missed a note being dropped on my desk. I picked it up, and it said only: “I leaked.” Shit. “Is it bad?” I scribbled back and threw the note over to Alice while the teacher was turning a page in his book. I looked over at Alice, who had a strained look on her face and was wiggling her bum incessantly in her seat. I saw her look down at her lap, then her shoulders seemed to relax. She threw me another note that said, “not visible.” I replied with: KEEP CALM AND DON’T PEE She rolled her eyes at me. After that lesson was lunch. I lingered at her desk while the other students filed out of the room. Rosie and the other girl who was acting as chaperon told Alice to meet them in the cafeteria, and then left. Alice stood up, but immediately bent over and grabbed her crotch. “I can’t… walk,” she said. “If I take one step I’m gonna pee.” I could see her bladder now clearly protruding over the waistband of her jeans. “I’ll carry you,” I said. “What? That’s ridiculous. And embarrassing.” “More embarrassing than peeing your pants?” She sighed. “Okay. Don’t you dare fall or drop me.” I took hold of her with one hand under her armpit and the other under the backside of her knees, and hoisted her up. Alice clasped her hands around my neck. She wasn’t by any means fat, but walking while carrying a grown woman, even if she weighs only 110 pounds, wasn’t easy. I staggered my way out the door, and we began the walk towards the cafeteria. Alice whimpered with each step, but I didn’t feel my fingers getting wet, so I dared hope she wasn’t losing it. Not yet. As we entered the cafeteria, me with Alice in my arms clinging to me, several guys began howling and whistling at us, and one attempted to start up a chant of “Romeo, Romeo.” Immature pricks. Thankfully nobody took up the chant, but I felt my cheeks flush hot anyway. I set Alice down carefully next to the table where Rosie and the other girl, whose name I’d learned was Carrie Ann, were sitting. “What’s going on, Romeo?” Rosie asked. “She slipped and sprained her ankle,” I lied. “Oh-kay,” Rosie said, rolling her eyes. “Here, I bought you something to drink.” She pushed a large bottle of Coke towards Alice. “Oh, I don’t know,” Alice said. She had her hands in her crotch. “Drink.” Rosie said. Alice looked over to Carrie Ann with pleading eyes. Carrie just shrugged. Alice attempted to grab the bottle, but immediately retracted her hands and buried them in her crotch again. “Give that to me,” I said and grabbed the bottle. I twisted the cap off and held it out to Alice’s mouth. Slowly, carefully, I poured the Coke into her mouth, waiting for her to swallow. Some trickled down her chin and onto her chest. Little by little, she drank, grimacing between each swallow. I heard people whispering at the tables around us and knew people were staring, but I kept going. After five minutes, the bottle was empty. I smashed it down on the table with a loud thud and looked over at Rosie, daring her to say something. She grinned. I bought myself a sandwich and ate it. I offered to get Alice something, but she wasn’t hungry. She just sat there squirming and squeezing herself quite openly, but at least she was holding on, after a fashion. Once the bell rang, Rosie rose and offered a salute, then she left. Other students began filing out. “What’s up with her?” Alice asked Carrie Ann. “She isn’t usually like this.” Carrie leaned over and whispered something in Alice’s ear. “Hang in there, girl,” she said out loud, and then she, too, left. I looked around. We were the only students left in the cafeteria. Alice looked at me with tears in her eyes. “If I get up, I’ll pee,” she whispered. She couldn’t even begin to untangle her hands from her crotch, let alone rise from the chair. “Try to unbutton your pants, I’ve got an idea,” I said. I didn’t wait for her to follow my instructions. Instead, I ran over and grabbed a large wad of paper towels. “Stick these down your pants,” I told her. She looked at me like I’d gone mad and was now dancing naked while howling in the wind, but she took the paper towels and tried to stuff them down her pants. “Okay, now you’re going to slowly release your hands, and I’m going to help you stand,” I said. Alice gritted her teeth, then released her iron grip. I took her hand and pulled her up to stand. Her eyes went wide and she stood there looking like a deer in headlights for five seconds, maybe ten. Then she slowly looked down at her crotch. I followed her gaze, but I couldn’t see any wetness. Alice began pulling the paper towels out of her jeans. They were absolutely soaked. Dripping, even. But nothing showed on her jeans. “What are the rules on leaks, anyways?” I asked. “It doesn’t count if it’s not visible on your pants.” “Good. Come on,” I said. She took my hand and hobbled out of the cafeteria, dropping the urine-stained paper towels in the thrash. We made it to the classroom just in time for the lesson to begin. Alice’s desperation in that fifth lesson of the day was a sight to behold. Ellie’s antics just before her accident a few weeks prior was nothing compared to this. She was squirming, crossing her legs, grabbing herself, wiggling her bum, the works. At one point, the teacher even came over to her desk and asked her if she was okay. Alice managed to straighten herself with visible effort—her entire face was one big grimace—and said she was just a little chilly and thought she might be coming down with a cold, but she was fine to continue the lesson. The teacher, Mr. Salsbury, gave her a skeptical look, but let the subject drop. Rosie grinned at her. Carrie Ann leaned over and gave Alice’s shoulder a supportive squeeze. I think if she’d had to endure two more lessons, Alice would certainly have wet herself at school. But thankfully for her, she didn’t have to. Just as the lesson was wrapping up, the fire alarm went off. Everyone got up from their seat, calmly grabbed their things and began filing out. I helped Alice stand up and she hobbled out, leaning on my shoulder for support. We all lined up outside the school together with all the other classes. Teachers milled about. Nobody seemed to be going on, but it didn’t seem like a planned exercise. Eventually, the principal came around and announced that classes were dismissed for the day and everyone was to go home immediately. Leave your things inside if you have to, nobody is allowed inside. We later learned that somebody had called in a fake bomb threat as a stupid prank. Rosie had a car, and offered to drive us to Alice’s place to observe the last stage of the audition. No doubt she was planning to torture Alice some more on the way. We declined and said we’d catch a bus and meet them there. Alice could barely walk, but we somehow made it onto the bus. We tried to find a seat near the back, where Alice could squirm discreetly, but it was packed and we had to settle for a more central seat. Alice put her school bag in her lap and furiously grabbed herself under the cover. We got out, me walking and her hobbling, and made our way to her house just as Rosie pulled in with Carrie Ann in tow. “All right, then, let’s see how this goes,” Rosie said. We made our way inside, and Alice immediately collapsed on the couch, her legs in a pretzel shape and her hands firmly in her crotch. Carrie and Rosie settled in to observe what happened. To this day, I don’t know how she did it, but she did. She kept holding on. The last half hour, she was crying, I was squeezing her shoulder and begging her to give in before she hurt herself, and she refused. But she held on. Finally, much to Rosie’s frustration, it was four PM and she still hadn’t peed herself. She was red-eyed from crying and looked like a pregnant corpse, all bloated belly and pale, sweaty skin, but she had held on. I helped her stand and then carried her into the bathroom. Carrie Ann helped her unbutton her jeans, since she couldn’t remove them from her crotch. I turned around respectfully as she lowered her jeans, but I could see that her panties were very wet, a dark scarlet patch of urine between her legs. She sat down on the toilet and not a second too early, as a loud, powerful stream hit the water in the bowl. Carrie stood beside me, timing the whole thing on her phone. It seemed to go on for ages. Finally, the stream seemed to fade and die. “101 seconds! That’s a new record,” Carrie said. I looked over and she seemed confused, but also impressed. “You’re disqualified,” Rosie said. “What?!” I turned around to see Alice, red-faced, exhausted and above all, pissed off. Rosie pointed towards the panties around Alice’s ankles, which were clearly wet. “Your panties are soaked. You lost, girl.” “Shut up,” Carrie Ann said. She seemed to have grown a spine. “Nothing showed on the pants, those are the rules.” “Oh, fuck off,” Rosie said, and stamped out of the bathroom. “Congratulations,” Carrie said. “You clearly have what it takes. You’re an all day girl.” They shook hands, Alice on the toilet, Carrie bending down as if in salute to a queen. A piss queen. My piss queen, even. She turned to me and whispered, “And you, you’ve witnessed something that you shouldn’t have. Don’t you dare tell anyone.” We shook hands on that, too. Carrie whispered something more in Alice’s ear, then she bid us farewell and left. I helped Alice stand up and get out of her clothes. She flushed the toilet, then collapsed against me, nude. “Fancy a shower?” I asked, giving her a cheeky grin. “Soon,” she said. “I need to rest.” I helped her over to the bed, where she collapsed. She closed her eyes for a moment and I almost thought she’d fallen asleep, when she whispered, “I couldn’t help but notice...” “What?” “That this whole thing seemed to excite you. The little man downstairs, especially.” I blushed. “What, no, I...” “Come on.” “Oh, I...” “You were a little disappointed you didn’t get to see me piss myself,” she said, giving me a smirk. “No, I wouldn’t want that to happen to you,” I said, truthfully. “Maybe not, but you were a little disappointed you didn’t get to see it anyway,” she said. “Maybe.” “Fear not, Romeo,” she said. “Don’t call me that.” “Sorry. But I’ll make it up to you.” “What? How?” “Bring me a glass of water.” I had to admit to myself, much as I didn’t want to, that I had been excited by seeing her so desperate. I was actually more excited to see that than I was to see her naked afterwards. I returned with a big glass of water to find she’d put on the green panties she’d worn the day before, the ones that made her butt so irresistibly cute. She was topless and shot me a seductive look before downing the water in one go. We had definitely moved on from being just friends at this stage. Half an hour later, she was squirming. “I think my bladder’s broken, I’m desperate again,” she said. “You sure you don’t want the toilet to…?” “Yes, I’m sure. Unless you want me to,” she said. I shook me head. “Oh!” She gasped, and I could see a little wet spot appear between her legs. “I’m leaking again.” She squeezed her crotch. “Remove your hands,” I ordered her. I don’t know why, but I really wanted her to. “I can’t,” she pleaded. “Do it,” I said. “Please.” She removed her hands. Now she was facing the other way, giving me a look at the slight curve of her spine, at the barely visible marks from where her bra strap had been, and of course, at that irresistible backside. She put one foot out to each side, making a kind of inverted V shape. Then a trickle of wetness spread down between her butt cheeks, before a waterfall of clear liquid cascaded onto the floor. She peed hard and so was my member, standing at attention as she finished. She didn’t pee for long, maybe fifteen seconds, but in that time she’d made a decently big puddle on the floor. Alice turned to face me. I walked over. I put one hand on her breast, tentatively, but when she didn’t object, I let it trail downwards, ending up at her soaking panties. She put her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It was the first time we’d kissed since we were about eight or nine, when for some reason we’d been intrigued by the idea but once we did it, we both concluded it was gross and dumb and why would anyone want to put their wet eating-hole on another person’s food-chute? This kiss was nothing like that. After, we took a shower and did the thing that a man and a woman who love each other very much do together in the shower. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how my best friend and I became a couple.
  16. Twas a few days before Christmas, when all around the Earth, kids were nicely waiting for the man from the north. But teens were rebellious, and young adults even worse, people in their twenties discarded his worth. Santa had his gifts ready, his reindeer were trained, but hunters with no respect for his career remained. While he was a nice old man, a jolly ol’ fellow, even he thought that these people were shallow. A great elf of much importance to him, gave him an idea, to make up for the sin. “Olivia, Emily!” He called into his office. And only moments later, two adorable elves entered, the two most gorgeous. His plan involved making embarrassment run wild. To cause disbelievers to wet like a child. To spike diuretics into the naughty people’s drinks, they would all make up for all their hijinks. He assigned Olivia to the creation of a potion, and Emily to a role of much devotion. He knew his reindeer were sought after these days, so something else would have to pilot his sleigh. “In order to drive my sleigh on your own, my strongest elf’s strength has to be grown.” “I’ll do whatever you ask! My muscles can grow! I’ll pull the sleigh right! I’ll put on a show!” “Emily, my dear, it’s not your muscles you need, but a tolerance to pain, incredible pain indeed.” A muscle must be made hard as a rock. To that muscle, the whole sleigh will dock. Her assignment was simple, to drink double the water, but under no circumstances, to let any out of her. Her bladder would grow and become stronger than steel, and a harness that digs into it will support the sleigh, it would be ideal. Emily accepted without hesitation, her loyalty would overcome any painful sensation. Olivia worked on a grand diuretic, a magical product, with an impossible trick. All of the fluid drank by the user, would multiply quickly until their bladder was the loser. Flooding the streets with their several strong streams, not a single person will live down this scene. As Christmas day came, Olivia had perfected her craft. A hundred times stronger than her original draft. Poor Emily had grown insufferably full, but not a single complaint was audible. The only sound that ever escaped her, were the unavoidable moans from her impossibly full bladder. Emily would head off alone on the very next day. The day after Christmas, to not ruin the holiday. After hours of pain she thought she was at her limit, but the harness constricted around her proved her pain was only beginning. Santa announced that there would be no sleigh. Emily’s bladder would do the heavy lifting that day. Given the ability to temporarily fly, the huge door was opened for Emily’s route to the sky. As Emily finally was able to lift, the harness dug into her, weighed down by the ‘gifts.’ Emily screamed in pain as the belt buckle dug in, but trying again, the sack began sliding. The harder she pulled, the tighter the belt squeezed, but her solid bladder had the strength she needed. As Emily rose painfully into the sky, the torture got to her, and she started to cry. The coldness of the snow on her almost naked body, made her bladder hurt worse, she was absolutely desperate for the potty. Emily continued on for several more hours, the belt’s ever tightening grip only increasing in power. As the poor elf returned to her home, she was surprised to find a party was thrown. To celebrate the success of Olivia’s magic, a ceremony for the two girls was set up real quick. Emily completely forgot about the pain that she felt, she just drank elf wine and took off her belt. The two girls brought their awards back to their home, hanging them on the wall to show off their golden chrome. Emily rubbed her tummy, and opened the bathroom door, but Olivia couldn’t hold her urges back anymore. “I want to see that hot piss explode out of you, let me in for this amazing view!” Emily was shocked, her roommate was never like this! Not only did she like her, but she also liked piss? Emily blushed and gladly agreed. Her secret love for Olivia would be finally revealed! Emily let herself go, her scream impossible to soften, the jet of piss being released made her instantly orgasm. She moaned louder than she ever thought was possible, as Olivia held her upwards so she didn’t become unstable. Emily’s relief was like no other, unlike the disbelievers, her bladder was tougher. Emily could’ve held any amount in there, and Olivia would be sure to have her fuller next year. Merry day after Christmas everyone! (Everyone who celebrates it) My rhyming could use a little work, but I think this was a pretty nice story!
  17. I’m starting up a brand new art request thread! You can request some sort of desperation again, but now you have more options! First, the limitations. I’m not a furry and I can still draw that kind of stuff if you want it, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll do a good job. You should probably find someone more qualified. I’m also only into female desperation, so if you want male, you should probably find someone who’s into that. If you’re into male furry desperation then I can’t help you at all. One other thing, I do not draw underage girls, or lolis or whatever, but my cartoon-y style looks pretty cute anyway so there’s no need to request something like that. Now you don’t have to answer any of these, they’re completely optional. It would help me and I’m sure it would help you, but if you don’t care then I’ll decide for you. You can pick a style for me to draw it in! The more realistic style takes a little longer, but time shouldn’t really be an issue. You can choose to have color and shading! If you want it to be black and white, or just color, or just lines, then you can ask for that! You can also choose to go lineless! This also takes longer, and if you choose realistic and lineless I will hate you, but you totally can! (I do not recommend pairing lineless with just lines, as those will cancel out and you will receive a blank drawing) I can also do different types of shading! Cel Shading, smooth shading, and rough shading. Choose which one you’d prefer (unless you don’t want shading) Some people are especially kinky and like exaggerated bladder bulges. If you’re into that, then I’ll exaggerate it! I’m into it too! (The example isn’t nearly as exaggerated as I can go) I’m not great at them, but I can include “accessories” like X-rays, bladder meters, diagrams, and anything else you can think of. Those are your options, so if you like what you see, then request something! I’ll draw it, eventually.
  18. Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fiction on this site. This is a tale of extreme desperation involving a girl in cosplay. It is inspired by @Jailor Eckman's piece on his Hoard Images pack called “On the Way” and I give credit to him for the character. Seeing how frantic she looked in that terrible situation she was in and how much she drank actually inspired me to request an additional photo of her in a far worse situation where it looked like she was in serious pain. You can see the image that Jailor made in Request #010. From there it gave me some ideas as to how the rest of her story went and it is all culminated in this fiction that I’ve written here. I’ve taken into mind of the health consequences of what this girl in this piece can face and I have included descriptions of such consequences to try to keep it realistic, though I guess it won’t be entirely. I ran into some writers block towards the end of the piece which admittedly did delay the release of this fiction for a couple more months, but I eventually got over them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fiction. Peace out and let me know what you think of it. NOTE: There is a mention of Bailey as a teenager in junior high school suffering desperation and some vivid descriptions of sexual encounters that Bailey would imagine in this story and there is nudity involved in this piece as well as some strong language. View this at your own discretion. It was a bright morning in Springfield Oregon and Bailey Porter was excited about the anime convention in Seattle that her anime club successfully raised funds for. She had dyed her hair red the night before and prepared her red seifuku outfit. It was to be a six hour drive to Seattle so she had no intention to waste any time sleeping in as the convention was to open at 3:30PM and her best friend, Selina wanted her to be there for 3:00PM. With the alarm clock going off, she gets out of her bed in her naked form quickly discovering that she has a strong urge to pee, likely a result of needing to go since 9:30PM last night and going to bed without relieving her bladder. Her toilet had been broken for two days and her landlord said that he would show up in four days as his office is currently busy. It was not a big deal to her, she was going to go to a rest stop on the way and have her morning pee and during those two days, she would stop at either a friend’s place or go to a coffee shop to use the bathroom. She put on her seifuku outfit which perfectly fit her small petite figure, put on her glasses which suited her cute face and ate her breakfast which consisted of bacon and eggs and orange juice. A thought crossed her mind “Why am I drinking when I already have a full bladder?” she pondered this question for some time, but decided to drink the rest. “Whatever.” she thought, she knew that she was going to stop at a gas station or rest stop on the way to the convention. Her cell phone started ringing, she grabbed it off her coffee table to see who it was. Sure enough, it was her friend Selina calling her. She swiped to answer. “Hey Selina.” her friend’s voice answers: “Hey Bailey, how are you this morning?” Bailey felt a slight twinge from her bladder and crossed her legs. “Other than the fact that I still have to pee, I’m alright. I’m just waking up from my bed rest and having some breakfast.” Selina was heard laughing on the other end. “Oh T.M.I Bailey. Nah, just joking, its okay. I’ve had a pretty strong urge to take a tinkle myself when I woke up. How bad is it?” Bailey crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to think about it. “It’s really bad but I can still wait. I’ve had to piss since last night and my landlord still hasn’t fixed the damned toilet yet. I slept with a bladder full of piss and it kind of screwed with my sleep.” Selina’s tone on the other end got serious very quickly. “Now Bailey you better listen to me, as soon as you get on the freeway, look for a service station and relieve yourself. Do not hold it, you don’t want a UTI and a bladder infection like I did and I know you have a habit of doing that. Plus, you’ve had one already.” It was true, even though Bailey does have a weak bladder and very often she has had very urgent urges, she does have a habit of trying to hold it in even when she was bursting and that has led to some very close calls and she has peed herself in ninth grade when she was fourteen because of this. She definitely hasn’t forgotten about the god-awful urinary tract infection that she had and that certainly made her constantly worry about being near a toilet so she didn’t suffer from UTIs and bladder infections. Bailey replies “Selina, I totally get you. I am going to stop at one and take a piss. I’ve been holding it for almost ten hours, there’s no way I’m going to hold it for an additional six. I planned out my route on Google Maps, so I should be there for that exact time.” Selina seemed assured at the other end. “Thank you, Bailey. You know it would hurt me to see you like that again returning to our school from our museum trip back in junior high, you know back in ninth grade.” Bailey definitely did remember that being the worst she had to pee, and she did not want that to happen again. “It won’t happen again.” Bailey said “I’ll see you at 3:30.” She hung up the phone, put her dirty dishes in her dishwasher and then she got out the door. The air outside was cold as was expected when the weather began to cool down during this time of year. It irritated her bladder and she winced and shivered. She quickly got into her sedan and started her drive. The air was almost just as cold inside her vehicle as the temperature outside, but she figured she could get used to it. Bailey eventually merged onto Interstate Five. The time was 8:30am, she had been holding it for eleven hours. This thought made her shiver in her car seat. She noticed that it was starting to get a little cloudy. The traffic on the highway was moving fast and steady. While she was driving, she was thinking about her friend’s costume. Selina wanted to keep it a surprise, but she couldn’t help but picture her in different outfits, even having some naughty thoughts about her wearing something scantily clad. Just then, she felt a twinge in her bladder reminding her to empty her morning pee and the urine from last night and the orange juice was starting to stream into it. It was becoming more annoying to deal with. Just up ahead was a service station. She merged into the lane that would take her there and she arrived there at 8:45am. She went inside and walked up to the clerk. “Excuse me miss, do you know where I can find the bathrooms?” Bailey asked, subtly squeezing her thighs. The clerk looked at her with a look of remorse for her situation. “I’m very sorry, there is a problem with the plumbing in the building and the washrooms are closed.” Bailey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Is she going to have to hold it for the entire trip? She seemed to be at disbelief but didn’t think it was a big deal. She has held her urine for very long periods of time before and she was young healthy eighteen year old girl who turned eighteen about a month ago. It’s not like she has had her pelvic muscles torn away by pregnancy. Though she did have a weak bladder and whenever she has to go, it always made her feel so uncomfortable and it always became urgent very quickly. She can always lie to Selina and tell her that she relieved herself, even though that wouldn’t be true. Bailey felt dehydrated and felt tempted to get a large drink. “Okay, do you mind if I get the extra-large sixty eight ounce peach tea?” The clerk took her money and handed it her, although she was puzzled considering Bailey asked for a bathroom. The clerk took Bailey’s money and then gave her the drink. “Here you go, don’t drink it all at once now.” The clerk said with concern, Bailey didn’t seem to be listening to her, in fact she thought that the clerk shouldn’t be stepping out of her place and concern herself in someone else’s affairs. Bailey left and got back into her vehicle. Bailey looked at her drink with such intoxication in her eyes. She couldn’t believe the size of it. This was slightly bigger than one of those big gulps at 7-Eleven. The tea inside it looked so delicious. She wondered how nice it tasted. Without thinking about the consequences, she began to quickly gulp down that ridiculous sized drink. She was just sucking in the peach tea like a vacuum until it becomes empty. She did not have time to find a garbage to toss it out so she placed it in one of her cup holders. She could feel her bladder reacting to the liquid coming down her body and she briefly stuck her hand in her crotch. The morning pee urge was getting really bad, though she didn’t think it is going to get any worse. She couldn’t afford to stop at so many service stations to look for a toilet. Even though she had been holding it since feeling the urge last night, she just had to suck it up and hold it for the whole six hour drive regardless of what Selina says if they are to make it to the convention in time. Bailey has a weak bladder and she is sick of having it, if she held it in while she was sleeping then she can make do with liquid still inside her for another six hours. That will really strengthen her bladder control and keep her pelvic floor strong. She started her car and drove off. It was 9:30am and Bailey was making significant progress towards her destination. Though she could see that the clouds in the sky looked really nasty. It looked like it was going to rain and sure enough it started to. The water temptations outside of her car and the cold air inside it didn’t help matters as her bladder continued to spasm and ache. She did remember seeing a guy pee next to a tree when she was camping with her friends last summer, she was always envious of guys because it was definitely a lot easier to urinate when you have a penis. She wondered how she could pee standing next to a tree even though she has a vagina. She imagined taking off her jeans and pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her vagina lifting her leg and peeing full force on the tree and moaning in relief. She would have done that had she been on the verge of going in her pants on the campground but she didn’t want to embarrass herself at the same time. Immediately after that thought she felt a bladder spasm that felt stronger than before. Why is her need becoming so much worse? She squeezed her thighs together and shook them as the rain turned into a downpour. The pressure in her bladder was growing and she began to realize that that massive peach tea that she drank was going to end up in her bladder along with her morning pee that she should have pissed out when she woke up, not to mention her piss from last night was still sitting in her bladder as well as her orange juice. Her mind flew into worry but she relaxed herself. She should find a service station soon with a functioning bathroom and she could still hold it until then. She glanced at her clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 10:45am, thirteen hours and fifteen minutes without peeing. The traffic was still moving fast, she wasn’t worried too much. Fifteen minutes later and the traffic started to slow down into traffic delays. What is going on? She is not seeing any construction signs up ahead and she was confused. She turned on her radio and discovered that there was a horrific car accident up ahead that closed major sections of the highway and was causing delays. The movement of the cars was incredibly slow. It isn’t just needing to pee that’s worrying her, she was worried she would be late to the anime convention. That six hours might turn into eight hours at this rate. Bailey’s need to pee was increasing freakingly fast and she began to look worried, she didn’t think she could hold it for six hours let alone eight but she had no choice in the matter and Selina was just going to have to accept it plus she didn’t want to have to stop at a bathroom so often because of a weak bladder. She simply had no time to look for one, no matter how painful it would become, the liquid was going to have to stay inside her. At 12:00PM, Bailey became completely desperate. She would feel a spasm almost every thirty seconds and it would remind her that she needs to go to the bathroom soon. She cannot simply forget about the pressure anymore and shrug it off as an annoyance. It was constantly prodding her at this point. This was the kind of bladder pressure that when she is working or studying, she would stop whatever she is doing and find a toilet right away only she is stuck in a vehicle on a six to eight hour drive to Seattle and she had to use the short time she had to get there, so she had to simply hold it. She tried to take her mind off her bladder and focus on the road ahead, but the traffic was barely moving and her kidneys aren’t even nearly done processing the loads of caffeine that she drank. She can feel the peach tea, her morning pee, her orange juice and the urine from last night swishing and sloshing around inside her which was making her wince and all she can do is cross her legs and squeeze her thighs together as she had to have both hands on the wheel. At 12:30PM she was absolutely bursting! It was becoming impossible for Bailey to think of anything else and the freezing downpour outside was making things so much worse. Her bladder felt rock hard and it was starting to feel tight around the waistband of her skirt. She needed to go so bad, her body was literally sweating to keep it in. It was becoming intolerable and now she was starting to worry about the growing pressure inside her more than being late to the anime convention. The empty sixty eight ounce cup looked tempting to her, but she was a proper lady and not five years old and she had more dignity than that. As she reasoned to herself before, however painful this may become, she was going to have to hold it. Instinctually she took her right hand and shoved it against the crotch of her skirt, her eyes began to water and she clenches her teeth looking worryingly at the traffic delays ahead. She has been holding her urine for fifteen hours now and she was worried if things were going to get much worse. At the rate the pressure is going up, she was going to have a total toilet related emergency on her hands and she was starting to regret drinking that massive peach tea. An hour and a half later at 2:00PM, Bailey was starting to panic and she was in heavy pain. She was about to explode and get her convention outfit and car upholstery all drenched. The waistband of her skirt was pressing into her bladder and she was constantly opening and closing her legs. Her body was sweating profusely and she could feel the urine about to burst out. Her bladder even began to expand and push back against her waistband which is causing the bladder pressure to reach unbearable levels. She noticed that she started feeling horny as well and was having sexual thoughts about the guy she wanted to date and she started feeling wet, even briefly thinking about how good his penis would feel inside her vagina. She wondered what sex would be like while she is bursting for a pee, how it would intensify her pleasure of having his cock thrust in and out of her. It was obvious that her bladder was pushing against her g-spot. She felt a strong spasm and that brought her back to her reality, she was about to burst! She was about to burst in her cold car and it is pouring outside. She placed both of her hands on the crotch of her skirt, looking worryingly at the traffic delay and the rain on the highway. This was so similar to her situation back when she was fourteen years old, coming back from her trip to the museum and peeing herself as soon as she got to her home’s doors. A downpour and thunder storm outside and her face was all red and sweating and so embarrassed in front of her peers. No matter how much she begged teachers to pull over to a gas station, no matter how many tears she cried, she had to hold it for the entire two hour trip back, slowing leaking during the trip. The school was closed and she had to take the city bus home, waddling home afterwards and she peed herself outside of her parents’ home. She remembered that being the worst she ever had to pee in her life and now she was on that level again where she was worried about peeing all over her seifuku outfit and all over her car seat. “Oh my god. I’m going to explode.” Bailey moaned “Why can’t this traffic go any fucking faster?” The accident must be cleared up, isn’t it? How bad is this accident? It turns out that there was a severe car pileup which resulted in fiery crashes and multiple fatalities. She was lucky that this did not happen to her, but her situation isn’t so grand being stuck in a car for eight hours with a bladder that was about to burst. She would not allow this to happen to her. She will pee in a proper toilet like a decent and polite lady and not her empty sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey’s anxiety was spiking up and she started taking deep breaths, deeply breathing in and out and sighing in desperation on top of it while her legs and her bum began to gyrate. Her entire lower body eventually began to gyrate on top of that as she struggles with the pressure in her lower abdomen and her sighs turned into moans and groans. If she was wearing jeans, she could undo her button to relieve the pressure a bit but she didn’t even have that. That was not an option for her skirt, it is just going to continue to push into her lower abdomen and worsen her urge and she was so afraid of being impolite that she would not take off her skirt to relieve the pressure. She’ll just need to suffer for a while longer. The downpour continued and the traffic hasn’t gone any faster. In fact, it has gone slower for poor Bailey and her bladder pressure only continued to increase and increase and increase. Bailey was in even more psychological distress and her moans and groans have gotten louder in volume. It is an absolute emergency now and it is starting to hurt; her urethra felt like it was stinging and she could also feel the pressure in her vagina. She was constantly trying not to think of toilets and water temptations. Her eyes spelled horror and pain and it began to blush red. It was no longer just prodding her; the searing bladder pressure was always there inside her body sitting and expanding and it was never ending torture for Bailey. Her bladder no longer felt rock hard, it felt like a boulder is sitting inside her with steamy boiling water inside it. “Why is this happening to me?! Why did I drink that horrible peach tea? Oh god.” She thought. The traffic was slowed to the point where the traffic stopped moving. “Oh god, help me please.” She moved her other hand off the steering wheel and started to move it toward her crotch when she felt that something was off. She felt a large mass on her lower abdomen and she looked down and realized in horror what that large mass was. This was her painfully overfilling bladder. She looked five to six months pregnant. Her bladder was so distended and overstretched it looked like it was popping out of her lower belly as if she was actually carrying a child inside her. This really caused her to start losing her mind. She looked over at the clock and realized that it was 2:45PM, over seventeen hours without a pee and having to pee so much her bladder was stretched to the point where the skin on her lower belly was popping out. This was horrid, absolutely horrid! This urge is a lot worse than needing to piss on the bus from her trip to the Museum when she was in junior high. This was unlike any other urge she has ever felt before. She has never had to pee this bad in her entire life, she never thought it was possible to have her bladder this full. She needs to get to a service station right now before she pisses all over her car interior. The rain kept on coming down which tortured her and the traffic has barely moved an inch. She turns on the radio and hears a broadcast saying that all drivers need to remain in their cars as there is flooding on the highway. Afraid to look, but curious anyway, she looked out of her window and noticed that the highway was flooded with rainwater all the way up to the wheels of her car. She was practically driving in a river with rain that continued to come down like a bathtub faucet. Suddenly, she gasps as she feels a giant wave of urgency and she immediately holds up her skirt and places it against her bulge with one hand and shoves the other in her panties with her fingers going inside her vaginal canal. “Okay! Okay!” Bailey said out loud in a panic. “You are about to explode. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water.” Bailey repeatedly said to herself until she is tempted by the water surrounding her car outside, visualizing herself as if she is driving a boat in a storm. Then imagining herself hitting a tidal wave which sets her boat upside down with her falling into the sea. “Don’t think of water… water... I’m thinking of water! I’m thinking of water!! I’m thinking of water!!!” As she said that a third time, tears begin falling from her eyes and she starts to sob. She kept thinking of a different image but still saw herself sinking into the sea with no hope of ascending, about to drown. “Oh god, is this really all my pee!?” She panicked and sobbed as she saw the ocean water turn yellow, turning into urine. She could no longer see the surface nor the ocean floor or any of her surroundings, instead she could only see walls closing in on her, further compressing her air until she wakes from her trance, feels a giant urgency wave worse than before and she felt a gush of pee spray onto her fingers and onto her panties. She just leaked her pee! She immediately starts screaming in a pained and panicked fury and places her fingers deeper into her vaginal canal. The front of her panties became saturated and her car upholstery and the back of her skirt was wet with her urine. It took all of her effort to stop it but felt even more pain as her panties and car seat were wet. The only audible sound that filled the car at this point was her screaming and crying in such distress. She couldn’t even do a thing to calm herself down. All she could think about was her horrid need to piss. She looked at her empty sixty eight ounce cup and cursed that sweet tea. That horrible, horrible sweet tea did this to her, making her feel like a boulder full of boiling urine is inside her abdomen and about to piss herself in her car just as she did when she was in junior high coming back home from the museum trip. She considered using the cup as relief but decided against it out of pride, wanting to piss like a proper lady should on a toilet, refusing to give in to the agonizing pressure inside her. Just then she notices a call from Selina. She continued to scream and cry in her car until she takes more deep breaths. If she asks, should she tell her the pain she is going through or lie? Hopefully she does not ask that. She swipes to answer, trying to hide the pain in her voice and trying not to cry as she struggles with the searing pressure and bladder contractions. “Sup Selina?” Selina immediately answers “Hey Bailey, are you still heading over to the convention?” “Yes I am.” Bailey felt another painful wave and covered her mouth for a second, then continued “Sorry, the traffic is kind of slow. The highway is flooded and there is some kind of accident again, am I late?” Selina notices something was off and was worried “You sound kind of nervous and fidgety, are you alright?” Bailey was worried that Selina found out what she was battling but quickly came up with a lie to deflect the concern “I’m alright, it’s just nerves that’s it. Sitting in a car for a long time can make me anxious.” Selina seemed to believe the lie. “That’s fine. They’ll go away.” The lie clearly worked. “Listen, I know this is going to sound disappointing and it will be a bitch to do this, but the event is being rescheduled because of the bad weather. Springfield and Seattle are declaring states of emergency because of flooding and property damage, this is the worst rainfall we got in a long time. We both need to return home now.” Even though Bailey was disappointed, she knew Selina was right. Still trying hard to hide the agony in her voice she says “That sucks but you’re right, the highway is completely flooded and I don’t want to be caught in the flooding.” Bailey shuddered when she said flooding, she continued “I guess we just spent an entire day on the freeway. Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow morning?” Selina was delighted with this invitation “Oh, absolutely. We can spend the weekend watching movies and playing video games, considering the state of emergency is going to last until Sunday evening.” Bailey was horrified when she heard this, was she going to have to hold it for two whole days? That was impossible, what was she going to do? This was far too painful, she needed a toilet before she pisses herself or suffer damage to her body; she didn’t know which was worse in her panicked state. She held back a moan by covering her mouth with her left hand that was drenched in piss, she could smell the urine as the scent went up her nostrils, and the smell wasn’t strong considering that the drink hydrated her so much. “Bailey, are you there?” She quickly uncovered her mouth and replied “Yeah, sure. It’s just disappointing that we can’t go out and do things because of this. Will the lack of a functioning toilet be a deal breaker to you?” It certainly caused Bailey some frustration of not having a working toilet. “I can just pee in my own plastic cup or outside on the grass, it’s alright.” Selina giggled. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Bailey replied then hung up. Then she began to realize what she just did. “Is Selina going to see me like this?” she pondered “No I won’t let that be possible, I’ll find a place with a working toilet.” She saw an exit from the freeway up ahead, she went up the ramp onto the main street and then took the freeway back to Springfield Oregon. For most of her trip home, Bailey constantly wiggled and sobbed in her car constantly thinking about how she has to pee so unbelievably bad but has to hold it in for the rest of the day, horrified with the prospect that no establishment was open so she could release her scalding waters into a toilet bowl for the next two days. Her bladder pulsed painfully inside her, she cursed this day for causing her so much pain and suffering, and she cursed the sweet tea for putting her in this terrible state. That clerk warned her to not drink that sweet tea all in one go, she should have listened. Bailey instead ignored the clerk and now she has put herself in an absolutely horrible state such as this. She kept leaking on the way which made things worse. Even when she leaked, it gave her absolutely no relief from her torment, in fact the leaks worsened it. She was drenched in sweat, her grey panties were completely drenched in urine, her thighs glistened with her own pee and her bum and her vagina were completely coated and submerged in the urine puddle on her car seat. The only scent she could smell was the incredibly pungent smell of her own urine, it continued to go up her nostrils which not only grossed her out but reminded her that she needs to get to a toilet ASAP! She continued to sob and moan and she would continue to scream in panic and searing pain while being tortured by her own hellish environment, the flooded roads, the rain, the thoughts of water and toilets that she can’t stop thinking about and the slow traffic, the puddle of piss she was sitting in which submerged her ass and her pussy and the strong smell of her little accident in her car, all of it made it feel like the boulder in her lower abdomen is only getting bigger and the contents inside it getting more and more scalding. She even tried to give up and pee herself, but nothing would come out, she would just leak and leak and leak, never giving her any relief from the terrible pressure. It took her eight more hours to return to Springfield. The time was now 10:30PM. Bailey desperately looked for any gas stations or establishments that were open so she can relieve her horribly distended bladder, but they were all closed due to the state of emergency on her city. She has held her pee for twenty five hours, an entire day of pain, and an entire day of sitting in her car with a bladder that was horribly beyond exploding and she never got to go to the anime convention because of the weather. She pulled into her parking lot and she got at least some relief. She can finally move around. Her bum that is soaked with her piss is very sore from sitting all day, her abdomen is absolutely distended with her bladder sticking out and she has not had a piss in an entire day and her toilet is still broken and she cannot find any establishment that was open and had a working toilet. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, walked out of her car, locked it and waddled to her apartment while putting a hand on her bladder still suffering tremendous pain. Trying not to scream, she walked in and with all her strength, she immediately sprinted to the bathroom. Her toilet had still not been fixed. “This day is just awful, AWFUL! And now I need to sleep with a full bladder again, with all this piss inside me?!” She sobbed again, but eventually she did compose herself. She took off her shoes and socks, her skirt and her top and her bra and she looked at her panties. She had been leaking the whole trip home and they were completely soaked and smelled very strongly of urine. Disgusted, she took off her panties and threw them into the washing machine. Bailey then looked at her naked self in the mirror. She looked sexy, but the only thing that isn’t making her look sexy is this god awful ball of piss sticking out of her abdomen. She again put her hand on her massively distended bladder and felt that it was as hard as a bowling ball. Her skin did not give way no matter how hard she pushed it. Anybody can mistake her for being pregnant. This was terrible, this needed to come out of her body, but she can’t do that in her empty cup or go squat in the bathtub or on the grass, she had more dignity than that so she decided she was going to have to suffer more. Thinking of all she has gone through, Bailey looked at her vagina and her ass in the mirror. They were the parts of her body that were drenched the most in her urine. She spent hours sitting in it as it glistened her thighs and submerged both her butt and her pussy. She remembered that she needed to clean her car. Bailey quickly put her bra, her top, and her tie socks shoes and although the back of her skirt was wet from her accident, she put that on too. She didn’t bother putting panties on as she didn’t want to wet another pair and she was grossed out with the idea of wearing her already drenched ones. She got baking soda and made a soap solution and obtained a rag and went out the door. The heavy rain coming down on her was even worse than sitting in her car with the rain tormenting her. It felt so cold, the contents in her bladder no longer felt scalding. Instead, it was starting to feel like a ball of freezer burnt ice that was painfully sticking out of her. Then a thought crossed her mind, she was in the street and it was dark out and nobody could see her, she can discreetly pee in the street if she wanted to. Even when she is suffering this amount of pain, she kept holding it in as she believed a decent lady doesn’t urinate in the street. She opened her car door and bent downwards, holding back a moan as bending downwards squashed her bladder. She took her cleaning solution and put it on the rag, then she tried her hardest to scrub off the large urine stain that was apparent on her car upholstery. The rain was so cold on her body that she shivered and her bladder hurt even more, feeling like a frozen lake inside her lower stomach and the skin around her distended stomach feeling numb from the cold rain. Bailey groaned and moaned trying not to freak out. It absolutely hurts. To add to her torment, the cold water on the ground went right up to her calves as the parking lot became flooded. Again the thought crossed her mind that she should just piss in the rainwater, but again wanted to maintain decency but she was curious whether she could relieve herself here and now. With her pussy exposed, her ass hanging out and her legs spread, she relaxed and tried to let out a stream. Ten seconds pass and nothing came out. Was her bladder locked up from holding so long or was she just nervous to piss outside? She didn’t want anybody to see her in that position and she was going to behave like a polite young pregnant woman, only she wasn’t pregnant, her bladder was so overstretched that it felt like it was occupying much of her stomach which made her look that way. Her lower stomach began to feel like a giant freezer burnt ice cube, the cold was getting too much for her condition. She starting to rush the cleaning job. Eventually she finished cleaning the stain off her car seat, shut her door and then waddled painfully back to her apartment. Immediately after coming back inside, she was consumed with thirst. She knew it was not a good idea to drink anything else for the sake of her bladder or her kidneys but she hasn’t drunk anything else ever since that sweet tea and she needed to hydrate herself. Screw it she thought. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, went to her osmosis tap in the kitchen and sensibly filled it halfway with water so she doesn’t put too much additional strain on her organ. Bailey was a bit of a masochist for doing this to herself, but she had to take care of her other needs and her bladder was going to have to hold more. She would hold it no matter how painful it got until she can pee like a proper lady as she reasoned many times to herself on this particular predicament she was in. She drank out of her cup to her hearts content then felt her bladder painfully protest as her body began to process the loads of water she is putting into her body. She rubbed her swollen bladder in an attempt to calm it while she looks very uncomfortable. She rubbed her bulge as if she was actually carrying a child hoping to lessen pregnancy contractions. Due to her pride and caring about being a proper young lady, Bailey decided that she was going to have to sleep with all this piss inside her small petite and naked body. She took off her wet clothes and left them on the floor, not caring to put them away. To calm her nerves, she took a sleeping pill, turned off the lights in her apartment and went to bed at 11:00PM. Before she passed out in sleep, she had been feeling horny all day. She stuck her fingers inside her vagina again and massaged her clitoris. The masturbation felt more intense, she knew that she gets horny with a full bladder and the worse the pressure got the hornier she became. She wondered what sex was like with a bladder this full, maybe it would be very painful with his cock accidentally pressing on her absolutely exploding and distended bladder when he thrusts it in and out of her vaginal canal, but a girl can imagine. She eventually got tired, stopped massaging herself and went to sleep. Though it was hard to as she always felt the searing, once icy now scalding pressure inside her lower abdomen. She was surprised how much was actually inside her bladder, all sixty eight ounces of fluid in there and there was more to process into her overloaded organ in her tiny body. She tossed and turned all night, trying to ignore what’s inside her body, though she can still feel the horrid pressure inside her abdomen and she would quietly sigh and moan in her half-asleep state. The loads of water she drank was definitely having an effect on her and it will be even more so in the morning. She had drunk thirty four ounces of water which she was unaware that the water was also going to stream into her bladder on top of the over sixty eight ounces of urine already inside her. She was having very horrific aquatic dreams, showing her fall into the sea from a ship hit by the tidal wave and her falling into an icy lake. Then the dreams switched over to something else. She saw herself as a teenager again, rushing home face all red slowly pissing herself, but then she got to the door and let it all out. While she was unaware, urine started to dribble out of her bare vagina and onto the bed. Then the dribble turned into a stream and the stream into a gush. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together and the gush stopped. Her vagina, her ass, her thighs, her legs and her bed was now completely drenched in piss. Her dreams also took a sexual turn, she dreamt that a man was having intense vaginal sex with her while she was beyond exploding to pee with her bladder sticking out. The vaginal lubrication leaked on the bed forming a small patch mixed with pussy juice and piss. As the hours passed, although half-asleep, Bailey was not conscious of the fact that her abdomen is noticeably getting much bigger as more and more water is pumped into her already terribly distended bladder. It was 6:30am in the morning, the weekend has just begun and Bailey has been thirty three hours without a pee. Her eyes opened and it seemed like the pain was gone, though she and her bed did feel drenched. She noticed that her naked body was covered in sweat and urine. This was her own. Why was this? Bailey looked under her covers and saw that she not only wet the bed in her sleep, but her abdomen looked bigger as if she was eight to nine months pregnant and the bulge protruded up to her ribcage. Bailey gasped, feeling anxious and horrified and immediately she felt her lower body feel like its ripping itself apart and she covered her mouth, went underneath her pillow and screamed in such agonizing pain. It felt that if she got up, her bladder would literally rupture and burst inside her. She could have made due with the pain from yesterday, but this was truly beyond unbearable. Seriously she could not stand it! Her bladder felt like an anvil that was falling towards the ground at high speed. She could feel massive pressure in her pisshole which caused her to gasp again and all the now scalding volcanic hot piss was moving towards her urethra. It felt like a volcano that was ready to erupt. She could feel her bladder press painfully against her pubic bone and her g-spot and even breathing would add to the already agonizing and horrible pressure inside her. She could also feel massive pain in her kidneys and her back and her sides, they were starting to have trouble processing liquids. She couldn’t even scream or cry anymore or even breathe, she couldn’t even moan, she could only gasp and wheeze because if she did anything else, she would feel a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen. The pain from her pelvic floor and her bladder was excruciating and the pain from her pubic bone hurts much worse when she touches it. Her spine ached and hurt so much and even her vagina ached excruciatingly from the pressure. Breathing also added much pressure to her bladder so she had trouble doing so, she felt so faint that it felt like she was going to pass out from both the lack of oxygen and the tremendous pain inside her tiny eighteen year old body. Bailey weakly grabbed her glasses from the table next to the bed putting them on and looking at what’s happening to her body. She was shocked at what she did to herself. “My god, I can’t take this. I can’t stand it!” Bailey faintly wheezed “How did I do this to myself?” Then she remembered, the piss from two nights ago is still inside her, the piss from yesterday morning is still inside her, the orange juice is still inside her, the sweet tea and now the water all inside her massively overstretched bladder. It seems that she never learned from her mistake. Her eyes were watering and tears started falling down. The pain is so beyond excruciating that many thoughts crossed her mind “Am I going to get a bladder infection? Is my pee going to start backing into my kidneys and making me sick?” On top of that, Bailey couldn’t stop thinking about water or toilets. “God I need to take a fucking piss and get all this piss out of me before I put myself in the hospital.” She whispered out loud but felt a huge stabbing pain in her bladder and lower abdomen, she gasped in pain but that made the pain intensify. Speaking or even whispering added to the pressure in her overfilled organ. Her body was being ravaged by a series of spasms and bladder contractions and urine continued to dribble out of her pisshole and making her inner and outer labia more drenched in her own pee, it was doing everything it can to force it out of her body but she has held it in for so long that only little leaks would come out. This torture she is doing to herself is Hell. This was making her feel sick, she began to get worried about doing some serious damage to her kidneys, but still held on to the belief that she needed to use a toilet like a proper lady and still refuses to urinate in her empty 68oz cup. She had to call Selina for help, but Selina wouldn’t be awake at this time in the morning plus she sleeps in. It was still dark out and the downpour and the thunder continued to torture her mind from her empty window as she continues to think about water and peeing into a toilet. She could not think of anything else, she constantly thought of water temptations and she cradled her distended bladder while she was attempting to clench her teeth, they only chattered. She laid on her bed for hours, moving her legs inward and outward and moving them up and down squirming in her bed and sweating like a faucet while she cradled her lower abdomen. Then it reached 9:30am, thirty six hours holding her urine. The pain reached a point where she could not take it anymore, she thought she was damaging her body doing this, she needed to get her piss out, now! Bailey got out of her bed in her naked and wet state but felt a really sharp pain in her abdomen which made her feel nauseous, her face looked so pale and she looked like she was in a state of absolute distress. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop the loud wheezing so her neighbors wouldn’t hear. She waddled to her broken toilet. Despite the fact that the flushing mechanism was still broken, she sat on it rubbed her bladder bulge and tried to relax. Nothing would come out. Was she suffering from retention? “My goodness, I have to go to urgent care! I need a catheter!” Bailey started crying heavily in the bathroom sitting on the toilet while all of the sudden, she heard her cell phone ringing. She got off the toilet and walked over to her cell phone on the coffee table. There was no hiding anything from Selina anymore, she was going to know from the stress in her voice and her crying, and she just couldn’t stop it. Bailey swiped to answer and immediately answered “Selina is that you?” Selina laughed out loud “Of course it’s me silly, didn’t you add me to your contacts list?” Just then Selina noticed Bailey’s gasps, wheezing and tears on the other end “Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t sound too good.” Bailey decided that she was going to tell Selina the truth, she couldn’t hide anything anymore. “Selina. I need help. I have to pee so badly! I can’t hold it!” Bailey started crying heavily on the phone to Selina in which Selina responds with disbelief “Well what are you doing talking to me about it?! You’re not a kid, you’re an adult. Just piss in your broken toilet or get a cup and don’t freak out like this.” Bailey felt a strong stabbing pain in her abdomen again and gasped “I can’t get it out! I’ve been holding it for a day and a half! Thirty six hours! You get me? I’ve been holding my piss for thirty six hours! I wasn’t able to find a place with a working toilet and the traffic was absolutely congested and now my bladder is sticking out! I’m in so much pain!” Bailey wheezed louder this time as her speaking added more pressure in her lower belly. Selina was horrified and angered at hearing this “Oh my god Bailey! Why didn’t you just piss in a cup or on the road?!” Bailey felt embarrassed by her friend’s angry tone but at least she was telling her friend the truth. “I don’t do that! I’m a lady and I need a toilet!” Selina got fed up with what she was hearing “That’s it! I said I’ll be coming over there to hang out with you, but I am going to come over there, hold my badly needed piss for a minute and force yours to come out.” She hung up the phone. For the next fifteen minutes, Bailey sat on a bar stool her legs an inch from her bladder her feet also on top of the stool. She was trying her best to relax and stop crying. It hurt so bad, the pain was becoming too much for her to bear and she wasn’t sure if her kidneys were in a healthy state anymore. She moved her fingers through her urine drenched labia back into her vagina. She couldn’t bear being in this state, but minus the pain in her back and her kidneys, she imagined being penetrated by a guy’s monster cock while she is in this horrible condition. She tried to imagine the effect on her massively distended bladder while having his penis deep inside her love canal and thrusting hard. No she thought, her bladder would probably rupture and her pubic bone would hurt even more. Oh how she needed help, she never thought it was possible to have to piss this bad that your stomach is protruding out of your body and your kidneys are hurting and you feel anxious and sick and about to pass out. This was a hell of a lot worse than coming back from that trip to the museum when she was in junior high. She could not find comfort on this stool, she carefully got up from the stool and walked over to the sofa so she could put on some TV. It pulled up The Shallows, a scene played where Blake Lively was swimming and wading through Jellyfish underwater and being chased by a shark. The setting reminded Bailey of the ocean that was sitting in her lower abdomen and she felt a sharp radiating pain move all over her stomach and she leaked and spurted on her sofa from her bare pussy. Great, she didn’t just pee on her bed but now she pissed on her sofa. She thought about calling 911 until she heard a knock at her door. Bailey carefully got up from her sofa. Making sure not to squish her own bladder, she opened her door and saw Selina. Selina had a ponytail with black hair and in her own seifuku outfit except it was blue. She has a very slim figure with B cup breasts and she stared at a naked Bailey horrified by what she was seeing in her lower stomach on her petite naked body as Bailey did a slow pee dance, looking horrified and sweating like a fire hose and gasping. “Good lord Bailey, what did you do to yourself?!” Selina yelled in anger while pointing at her bulge while briefly putting a hand over her crotch. “I’m busting for a piss myself but you? Goodness gracious, how can you put yourself through so much pain?! Why do you have to piss so much?” Bailey couldn’t even speak a long sentence “It… hu-hurts!” Selina went to the kitchen to grab a pint glass and placed it underneath Bailey’s vulva which was sopping with pee. “Seriously Bailey. Don’t worry about being a proper lady. Just pee. Get it out now!” Bailey pushed the cup away “I-I… I can’t. I’m going to ho-hold it. I need-“Just before Bailey could finish her sentence, Selina pulled Bailey angrily to her face grabbing her by her shirt. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you! Take a piss right now and get that out of your body before you damage your kidneys!” Just then, Selina noticed the empty sixty eight ounce cup on her dresser, she noticed that there was remnants of water in it. “Holy shit, Bailey. Did you drink a soft drink out of this and then refilled it with water and drank it all out too? And you didn’t even tinkle?” Bailey nodded her head once. “I-I f-f-filled it with… water halfway. I h-h-had… sweet tea bef-before that.” This sentence caused Selina to completely lose it on Bailey, she was absolutely furious now. “You added caffeine in the mix too? What the hell is the matter with you?! Seriously, are you trying to torture yourself? For what?! Are you actually trying to get a kidney infection?! Bailey Porter, we are absolutely going in the shower enclosure right now!” Selina snapped, she felt a spurt in her g-string but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the state of her friend’s urinary health confused and infuriated that her friend has held it for a day and a half. On that note, Selina angrily dragged Bailey into her bathroom in her shower enclosure. She motioned for Bailey to stay on the shower enclosure drain and then she rushed into the kitchen to find a measuring cup. She wanted to know how much urine was inside her friend’s bladder and she was going to use the mega cup to relieve her own. She placed the gallon sized measuring cup underneath Bailey’s pussy and looked at her sternly. “Bailey, we need to get it out. Take as much time as you need, but you need to take a piss very soon.” Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and tried to relax and pee. Two minutes later and nothing came out, she only felt a sharp pain in her stomach which caused her to gasp. “It’s not working. I think I need to go to A&E.” Selina held Bailey by the shoulders “I just think you are not relaxed. You keep thinking about the pain in your body and it is only going to get worse and you’ll get tenser.” Selina put her hand on Bailey’s distended lower abdomen and rubbed it which caused Bailey to gasp in pain. Selina immediately took her hand away. “I’ll try and help you relax, if nothing happens then I’ll call an ambulance. Come sit with me on the sofa.” With that plan in motion, Bailey got up and painfully waddled with Selina to her sofa. The two girls sat on the couch watching The Shallows as well as 47 Meters Down. Selina is still holding her full bladder not wanting to torture Bailey with the sound of her relieving herself. Bailey’s bladder on the other hand was still horrifyingly overstretched and pressing against her pubic bone and she was in an absolutely horrible state physically and mentally and the watery images on her TV were making her mental state worse as well as her pain. Selina was rubbing Bailey’s back and her bladder that was sticking painfully out of her abdomen. It was filled with so much liquid Bailey thought her bladder was going to tear. “My god, this is going right up to your ribs. It looks like a giant bowling ball is inside you.” Selina said in shock and concern for her friend. Bailey was crying and she looked at her friend with her teeth chattering “It-it fe-feels li-li-like- one is inside me. I’m in so mu-mu-mu-uch p-p-p-pain. My back and my kidn-n-neys are hur-r-rting. I-I-I’m about to burst and-and damage my body! It s-s-s-so so bad that-at-at my bl-bl-bladder feeeels like it-its going t-t-t-to rupture a-a-nd it won’t come out!” Bailey continued to wheeze and writhe on her sofa. Selina can only look at Bailey in horror, it really hurt her to see her friend struggling like this, a lot more than that museum trip back in junior high. “It feels like its going to rupture?” Selina asked in surprise, and her friend nodded her head up and down. She looked at the clock and noted the time. It was 1:30am, forty hours her friend has held it in. Selina had tried to relax Bailey to no avail. “Selina, my back!” Just then Bailey noticed a very sharp and consistent pain in her back and her sides and her kidneys and winced in agony and making squealing sounds as if she is being tortured by a demon. Her lower abdomen felt like it was going to tear and her pubic bone felt like it was going to crack and her bladder literally felt like it was going to burst inside her. The pain was becoming too much for her to the point where she uttered a mix of pained moans and squeals and she felt like she was going to pass out. “It’s okay Bailey, take some deep breathes, I’ll get you to A&E.” Just as all hope is lost, a stream of urine squirted out of Bailey’s sopping pussy onto her sofa. “I think it’s starting to come out.” Bailey said in shock. Selina then grabbed Bailey and took her into the shower enclosure along with the measuring cup and the sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and Selina held onto Bailey. “Now Bailey, do what you did before.” Her friend started tearing up “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this hurts so much but I need a proper-“ Selina became furious again with where Bailey’s words are going. “NO MORE EXCUSES!” Just then Selina wrapped her arms around Bailey’s severely distended bladder and squished it. The pain was blinding and absolutely horrible, Bailey gasped very loudly. Finally, all the liquid that Bailey’s bladder contained for forty hours straight comes out in a giant gush. It wasn’t just a gush, it was a literal spray as if it’s a shower head spraying urine coming right from her vagina and the pee looked as clear as water. This was not yet relief, this was still blinding and torturous for her to feel. The spray felt so painful, perhaps even more so than keeping the loads of piss inside her. Selina herself began relieving her bladder by pissing into the empty sixty eight ounce mega cup. Bailey’s face turned red from the pain and she was screaming and crying in her shower enclosure. “Selina, please stop!” Her friend however isn’t having any of it “Are you kidding? Look at that measuring cup!” They both saw that the searing liquid has filled the cup past one quart and Bailey wasn’t even done pissing out what she has battled with since that trip to the anime convention. “How could you have done this to yourself?” Selina growled in anger as she finishes her pee. Bailey on the other hand was still pissing hard into the measuring cup. Her bladder isn’t as distended as it was before, it was decreasing in mass as more and more piss came out. Selina was horrified by what she was seeing. The liquid was filling the measuring cup past two quarts now with no sign of stopping. It took a total of three minutes for Bailey’s bladder to completely empty. Her stomach bulge was gone and she sighed, finally relieved of the pain inside her tiny petite body. Her pelvic floor however was seriously strained and hurting and her kidneys still burned, but not as bad as before. “Oh my god Bailey, look at that.” Both she and Selina looked at the measuring cup. It went past three point two quarts. “The bladder usually can hold under five hundred milliliters before it gets really urgent above that. You pissed out a little over three litres, you were just one away from a gallon. Your bladder could have ruptured and you could also have suffered serious kidney damage. How could you have put yourself through this torture? Are you out of your mind?” Bailey did not know how to respond. “I just wanted a proper toilet.” Selina growled again at her friend “Well consider what could have happened to you! You weren’t helping your situation by holding in that what must have felt like a giant stone inside your body. If everything in your body hurts like that, you need to let it out. I don’t care if you would do it in your panties or one of your sexy g-strings or whatever, I don’t EVER want to see you go through that again!” Bailey then kneeled on the ground looking right at the measuring cup she pissed in and saw how full the gallon measuring cup is. Embarrassed, Bailey started crying, the smell of her own piss filling her nostrils. Selina then realized how harsh she was with her words, she kneeled down to Bailey and moved the measuring cup. “Come on, you don’t need to be smelling your own piss.” Bailey took the measuring cup back and kept it close to her. “I’m already covered in my own sweat and pee, the smell of my own pee reminds me of what I went through. Oh god, my pubic bone is hurting still.” She held on to her left side of her pubic bone and had one hand underneath her vagina wincing in pain. “It’s okay Bailey. We’ll get you to a doctor to check you out. I also think we should check out your bladder and your kidneys too just to make absolute sure they are okay. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Bailey looks up to Selina and smiles. “Thank you Selina.” The two girls hug and then Bailey went to sit down on her sofa that was soaked with her urine and Selina went over to get her cell phone. Bailey went through some serious pain, and Selina believed that it was in her best interest to go see a doctor to get herself back to normal after such a painfully long holding of her urine inside her massive and painful bladder. Her pelvic floor was going to take time to recover from this horrific ordeal. She did not know how she got to this point, but what is done is done and she believes that this is the worst pain she has ever experienced in her life and vows never to put herself in this position or to experience this kind of bladder pressure ever again, or so she believed. This was truly a petite girl's wet plight.
  19. hello. the story of today is about my GF and I being stuck on the road with no way out of the situation. so it starts off on a very cold morning and me and my GF are heading back to her house after staying at a friends house. so the both of us start getting dressed, i put on red microfiber panties with mens galaxy leggings on with my converse and she wearing a black top with a really thin see through black thong with really thin blue tight jeans. my GF is 5ft 4" with very short blonde hair with multiple piercings and tattoos, shes also wearing converse. so headed out to the car as our friend had to leave ASAP as he was late for work (my gf is driving) . so we headed off for a 2+ hour drive and we both said to each other "wish we had time to use the toilet" (allot of drinking was involved last night and we haven't managed to have our morning pee yet. so 15 mins into the drive i see my gf wiggling a wee bit so i ask "you okay?" "yeah I'm fine just need to pee a bit" "same here" so another 15mins go by and I'm starting to get desperate myself and she notices. another 30 + minutes i heard her whimper, and i look at her and she says "i don't know if gonna be able to hold this" i just say "yeah me too" 10 minutes later i here her moan and whimper and slam her thighs together and hear her say "oh no" at this point I'm very desperate my self and all i hear from her is "I'm okay" she asks me how you holding up? i just reply with "not very well" so at this point we are over half way back to our house and things are not looking good. I'm sitting here very Very desperate and so is she. all of a sudden i get a desperation wave and i leaked for 2-3 seconds and i instantly say "I'm fine" i look over to her and shes practically bouncing up and down and all of a sudden she stops moving and spreads her legs apart with a loud moan. she quickly closes her legs and just looks at me with a really worried face and i look back puzzled and i say " are you losing it?" she starts almost crying and i just comfort her and say "don't worry about wetting your self i understand" She manages to say to me that shes peed a little bit and i just reply with "don't worry so have i" so at this point we are about 30mins away from the house and we are both in dyer need. I'm still squirming about and shes still bouncing up and down. a couple of minuets later I started to leak and i moaned as it ran down both my legs for about 4-5 seconds and she looks over and sees the wet streaks growing and out of no where she whimpers and says quite loud "OHH NOT AGAIN AHHH!!!" and i just see a wet patch growing around her pussy area. We both gained control and looked at each others jeans and leggings shock and i ask "have you wet yourself?" with a reply of "no just a wee bit tho" and i just replied with "same here" 10 minutes go by and shes the verge of crying and still bouncing about like crazy and she just about cries out "Gonna wet my self in a minute!!!" and as i look down i see her wet patch pulsating from her trying to clench her pussy but every time she fails to do so she lets out a little spurt. and less than a minute later i hear out of no where "OHH OOOHHH OH ahh ahhhhh please no please no no no No NO" And all i see is her pussy get wetter and wetter and she starts crying, spreads her legs and the wet patch starts spreading down her inner thighs. I put my hand on her knee while shes still wetting herself and say "It's okay just relax" and she dose and i start to rub the inside of her thigh (even tho shes wet and still wetting there) and she says "don't I'm still wetting there" i just reply with " it's okay just focus on your wetting don't worry about wetting into my hand" just to calm her down and after a few seconds she moans while still crying and fully lets go into her soaked thong, soaked jeans and into my hand. After about a minute the stream starts to die down and whisper to her " It's okay it's okay just let your self finish" the flood stops and seems to collect her self and say to me "how are holding up?" i did admit i peed for about 5 seconds during your wetting and i think I'm gonna wet my self and second as well. Another 5 minuets later and leaking every 5 seconds and my gf noticed and just said to me just relax if you want" and instantly she started rubbing my inner thigh and i ask "what are you doing?" just replied with "I'm helping you relax like you did for me" "but I'm not wetting my self" "that's the point, I'm getting you relaxed to wet yourself since we are about 20mins away you're not gonna make it and might as well go so you can relax" after about 10 seconds I say to her "gonna pee in your hand" with a reply of "it's okay it's only fair" and after that I relaxed and started wetting my self with no sign of it slowing down. after nearly a minute it came to and end of me wetting my self while wetting into my gf hand as she massaged my inner thigh. we both felt allot better and not long after we arrived back at our house made a dash for it and got inside and stripped naked and we both jumped into a shower together. then settled in for the night. I asked her how was feeling now after all of that. and the response was " I'm still a bit embarrassed and confused as it's my first time wetting in front of someone" "so it's not your first time wetting yourself in general?" "no when i was 18 i wet my self in my room while gaming completely topless wearing only white cotton panties and white thigh high lycra socks. Trying to complete this really long mission and after a good while of trying to hold as this mission needed to be complete within a cretin time i started leaking and fully started peeing into my gaming chair my white panties, down the chair to down my legs soaking my white lycra thigh highs" also didn't move i just sat there for a good couple of hours since well i wet myself so don't need to go and i still haven't completed this mission. so after that story we wen't to bed and well I'm sure you's can guess what happened after that thanks for reading through this not the best worded story as i was rushed for time while doing this. let me know what you think of this story
  20. Decided to try something I haven't done much: Write a story about casual, unplanned desperation where having an accident is played off as not being such a big deal. Not because this takes place in some alt-universe where incontinence is drastically more common than IRL, but just because the characters roll with the punches and take a laidback attitude to the whole thing. When I feel like it, on a totally idiosyncratic schedule, I might update this thread with other one-offs, although this one turned out quite long and I can't promise that every time. Casual Desperation 1: Lifesaver Nina rolled out of bed and shivered as her bare feet hit the floor. The shiver seemed to travel simultaneously up from her toes and down from the top of her spine, both sensations merging at her abdomen. Specifically, her distended morning bladder. She needed to pee. Quickly, she jogged across the hall, through the living room and up the stairs to the bathroom, trying to keep her hands from straying to her crotch. Pulling down her pajama pants and her panties in one go, she seated herself on the toilet and let out a satisfying tinkle. Today was going to be a busy day. Nina and her boyfriend were having their friend Jacob and his new girlfriend—Maya? Anna? What was her name again?—over for dinner. Which meant that she was going to be playing cook and hostess, because Michael was terrible at that sort of thing. He tried, bless him, but he was a bad cook and while he could talk sports and cars and motorcycles with the guys, his conversational charm if you didn’t happen to share those particular interests was an acquired taste. Washing her hands, Nina smiled at the thought of her boyfriend regaling Maya/Anna with tales of his latest project, restoring a gasoline-guzzling veteran motorcycle. She didn’t know much about this mysterious new girlfriend, whom she’d only met once very briefly, but from what Jacob had said, she was a treehugging, save-the-environment sort. Probably those two would have to be chaperoned so conversation didn’t take a bad turn. Just another thing Nina would have to look out for. Nina threw her pajamas in with the laundry and stepped out of her panties. She blushed a little bit at the sight of a small damp spot on the crotch of the panties. Perhaps she’d sweated a lot during the night—they were having a bit of an Indian Summer—or perhaps she’d leaked a bit when her bare feet hit the floor, or when she’d hurriedly tugged down her panties to pee. No matter. She had more pressing things to worry about. After a quick shower, she sat down in the kitchen with a bowl of porridge, today’s newspaper and a coffee for breakfast. Michael had finally roused himself, still sporting an epic bedhead. He leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. Truly, a gentleman. “Going to work on the bike in the garage for a couple of hours,” he said. This was his typical Saturday morning ritual. “Unless you need me for something…?” “I’m going for a haircut and then shopping for dinner, which I’ll be making, if I know you,” she said, distracted by her newspaper. “I did offer to cook,” he said, sidling behind her and putting his arms around her shoulders. “I know, and I offered to be on standby ready to call the fire department,” she said, not unkindly. He laughed. “I’ll leave you to it, then.” “Go play with your bike, big boy,” she said, patting his hand on her shoulder. “I will,” he said, chuckling all the way out of the kitchen. Michael was about as useless in the kitchen as she was in the garage, but they complemented each other. Nina had never been of the opinion that like should seek out like. She was tall, just on the healthy side of skinny, and blonde. He looked like a lumberjack. Picture a lumberjack, short, stocky, bearded, wearing a red and black checkered flannel shirt, and you got it. But he was handy, kind and funny, and she was… Responsible? Down to earth? And not unkind to the eye. That’s what she’d overheard him saying to his friend after their first date, when he didn’t think she could hear him. Not she’s hot, or even she’s cute, but She’s so down to earth, and not unkind on the eyes. It was a silly thing, maybe, but that’s when she decided she was going to take their dating more seriously than her recent dates. Some women might not consider that statement flattering (or even fully grammatical), but she found it refreshingly honest and non-creepy. And five years later they were still together. Nina put away her newspaper, drained her coffee, and picked up a bottle of water for the road. She drained half of it before she set off. Right. The mall. A haircut—which she had to hurry to make, she realized—and then maybe shopping for some new jeans, then for ingredients for dinner. She’d found one of her pairs of jeans unfashionably full of holes at the back of the closet and realized perhaps part of her wardrobe could stand a makeover. She was parched, for some reason, and couldn’t be bothered to carry the water bottle with her, so she drained it and threw it in the side compartment. Then she ran out of the parking lot, through a warm late-summer drizzle to the mall. The hair salon’s opening hours were greatly reduced on Saturdays, and when she’d booked the appointment, the matronly voice on the other end of the phone call had delivered a sermon on arriving on time or she’d have to come back on Monday. By the time she arrived at the salon, she was breathing heavy. She walked in five minutes late, but the middle-aged woman who ran the shop wasn’t in today. Thankfully. Instead, she was shown to a chair by a bright-eyed, overly cheerful young woman. “Good thing you came in just now, I was thinking of closing up early,” the hairdresser said, favoring Nina with a smile so sweet and incongruous that Nina immediately began speculating about what kinds of dark, dark secrets this girl must harbor. There was just something off-putting about people who smile all the time when there’s nothing to smile about, wasn’t there? Could anyone truly be that joyful all the time? Nina wasn’t exactly depressed, she was quite happy with her life, but she wasn’t bouncing like a bunny in springtime every day at work. As she sat down, she felt a tug from her bladder. There was definitely some pee in there, but it wasn’t too bad. She didn’t want to ask for a restroom break and keep the girl longer than necessary when she was already late to her appointment. Oh, well. She could wait. The hairdresser chattered endlessly, a string of inanities about celebrities and how pretty Nina’s hair was, which would have been flattering if all the hairdressers she knew didn’t say all the same things to all their customers. She had blond hair cascading down to her chest, with just enough waviness to it that she could never decide if she should wear it straight or go full curly. She closed her eyes and let herself relax as the girl fussed over the hair, combing and trimming. One time, the girl tugged a little too hard on a strand of hair, which surprised her so much that for a moment, she felt her bladder give a push. No, not today, Nina thought, casually crossing one leg over the other. Wouldn’t it look silly if I peed myself in the hair salon like a little girl? The thought amused her so much that she had to giggle. The girl assumed she was laughing at some little joke she must have made which Nina had missed entirely, and launched into a series of anecdotes about embarrassing situations the hottest celebrities had been getting into lately. Finally, her hair was done. She got up and stumbled a bit as she put her weight on her left leg. Damn thing was about to fall asleep. Nina rubbed at her thigh, her hand casually straying close to her crotch—the need to pee was now urgent enough not to be ignored, but far from desperate—and then made her way to the counter. She looked around to see if there were any customer restrooms, but couldn’t see any, so she paid and took her leave. Now, she might have made her way to the restrooms, but as far as she knew they were on the other side of the mall. Now that she was walking around, the urge wasn’t so bad. Instead, she headed over to a clothing store. On a whim, she entered one of the more expensive fashion brand stores, the kind where there are no price tags and if that’s a problem, you’re not welcome. She amused herself browsing clothes she had no intention of buying, including a set of sexy lingerie that she knew would drive Michael mad in the bedroom. Perhaps for his birthday. She probably couldn’t afford it, but a girl can dream, right? The urge to empty her bladder was still there in the back of her mind, but she quickly forgot about it. Nina spent half an hour browsing haute couture, until she noticed that the shop attendant was giving her looks and sort of fidgeting with her hands, opening and closing her mouth as if she was debating whether to say something. She got the message: buy something or get out. On the way to a shop more in her price range, she picked up a coffee to go. She absent-mindedly sipped at it while doing a little recon, walking in a circle around the mall to see if any interesting new shops had popped up. It’d been a while since she was here last, and the turnover of shops in this mall was quite high. Seems like every month one shop goes bankrupt and another one pops up. Must be high rent. Make it big or go home, that sort of place. Nina had a tendency to let her mind wander if she wasn’t engaged in anything in particular, which was why she preferred to stay busy. By the time she’d circled back to her favorite store, she’d drained the coffee and the need to pee was back, a bit more urgent now. She paused, casually crossed one leg in front of the other, and exhaled. Then she put the urge away in the back of her mind—it was getting worse, but it was no crisis yet—and entered. “Nina!” A large woman in a very colorful dress waved her over. Oh, Danielle said she was taking weekend shifts here. She’d forgotten. Nina walked over to her friend by the counter, very careful not to jostle her full bladder. As she reached the counter, a little spasm hit her, and she had to do an awkward little curtsy to avoid leaking. “You okay? You’re looking a little fidgety over there,” Danielle said. Cursing herself inwardly for being so obvious about it, Nina straightened up. “Yeah, just got some things on my mind. We’re having Jacob and his new girlfriend over for dinner tonight, and I’ve barely met her. Apparently she’s kind of a treehugging hippie or something, and Michael’s whole life is about gas-guzzling cars and motorbikes.” “Oh my! Tell me more,” Danielle said. She was a good friend, and an even better gossip. But unlike the hair salon girl, Danielle had gossip about people Nina actually knew. It was gossip she could appreciate, in moderate doses. Nina made sure not to fidget anymore, although it did tax her abs to hold it in with muscle power alone. They talked for a quarter of an hour until Danielle had to go help out a customer. By the end of it, Nina knew everything about at least a couple of rumored affairs in her extended friend circle, and about poor Roger—actually an ex she was on good terms with still—who might lose his job because he’d lost his driver’s license speeding. Not a great look for a cabbie. As fun as it was to listen to her personal TMZ, when a customer showed up, Nina was grateful. It was getting harder and harder to pretend that she didn’t really need to pee. Like, very soon. She walked over to a tall clothes stand and crouched down pretending to tie her shoelaces, but actually squeezing her crotch. After sitting on her heel for a minute, she felt composed enough to get up again. Thankfully nobody had seen anything. This is getting silly, now isn’t it, Nina, she thought. Just ask Danielle to use the restroom. Even if they only have one for staff, she won’t give a crap, her manager’s not here and will never know. But then she thought that might look a bit silly, and then she looked at her watch and noticed she’d wasted so much time she better hurry to get what she came here for done if she was going to have dinner ready in time. I’ll just visit the restrooms on the way out of the mall, she decided. Nina had a tendency to put it off, and this was a familiar situation. It usually worked out just fine. Standing, now, it wasn’t even that bad. Okay, it was actually kind of bad, but not, like, about to flood the linoleum bad. Nina hurriedly grabbed a couple of light blue jeans in different sizes and headed to the fitting rooms. Just buy the damn jeans, then groceries, then toilets. That order. Quick and orderly. Organized. She dipped into a vacant fitting room, shut the curtain, then set about unbuttoning her current jeans. They dug into her bladder as she began to pull them off, and she had to let go, pants hanging off her upper thighs, hopping between one leg and another and squeezing her crotch. Oh, my! Well, she was in too deep now. Surely she wouldn’t wet herself in the next five minutes. Nina got her pants off, then grabbed a random pair of new jeans and stepped into them, then began shimmying them up. When she tried to button the jeans, she realized two things: One, these jeans were two sizes too small and even her slender frame could never pull that off. Must be made for anorexic girls. Two, the half-buttoned jeans were now digging savagely into her bladder, which was starting to bulge out over the waistband. And it hurt. Fuck, that’s painful. She felt her bladder give a push and sank down on one knee, furiously digging her hand into her crotch, even sticking one hand down her panties, or as far as she could with such tight jeans halfway buttoned up. She sat like that for a minute, two minutes, praying that she wouldn’t start peeing. These weren’t her pants, and she certainly wasn’t intending on buying them. They were hardly even jeans, they were more akin to a torture implement. Several waves of pressure crashed against her urethra, and she clenched with all her might. Finally, one of the buttons she’d managed to pull closed popped loose and rolled down onto the floor. Now she’d ruined a pair of pants, but on the bright side, the additional pressure was gone, and her bladder seemed to take a chill pill and leave her alone long enough to rise. Well, damn. She blushed, not so much over her childish pee-dancing as over the thought that she’d ruined a pair of jeans she hadn’t intended on buying. The pee-dancing was, well, not quite a regular occurrence, but not unheard of, and no one had seen her. Nina pulled the pants off and debated whether to abort mission and run for the toilets. But the relief from the torture-device of a pair of jeans had lessened the pressure so much that she put it off. Instead, she picked the largest pair of jeans she’d brought and tried them on. They fit snugly. She turned around and craned her neck to admire her backside in the mirror. It looked really good in these jeans, if she did say so herself. Nina fished out her phone from her purse and sent a quick snap to her boyfriend, showing off a little. Then another bladder spasm nearly dampened her panties. Time to get out of here. She quickly undressed, re-dressed, and picked up all three pairs of jeans. The button that had come loose stared up at her from the floor, silently yelling J’accuse! With an audible moan, she bent down and picked up the button. Her old jeans dug into her bladder, but the pain was now almost familiar and her panties escaped unscathed. For now. This was officially an emergency. Well, she reasoned, I came all this way, I might as well buy these jeans and then I’ll be free to run off to the potty. Nina walked with very careful steps over to Danielle by the counter. “Find something you like?” Danielle asked. “Yeah, these,” Nina said, biting her lip and producing the jeans she’d looked so good in. “Good choice! These will make Michael go wild, I just know it,” Danielle said with a wink. She was one of those women who could pull off the cartoonishly obvious wink, and took frequent advantage. Nina blushed as she laid down the pair that had given her such grief. “I, eh, this is a bit embarrassing, but these were super tight and I kind of… A button came loose,” she stammered. “Oh!” Danielle chuckled. “Hey, it happens. Between you and me, it should be illegal to stock such tight pants without a huge red warning sign next to them.” She gestured to her own body, which could stand to lose a few kilos. “It’s a nightmare, especially for someone like me. Anyway, I won’t charge you for ‘em, but you’ll owe me some juicy gossip about that new girlfriend of Jacob’s next time we catch up.” “Deal,” Nina said. Grateful more for the thought of ending the conversation and rushing to the bathroom than for the favor. She paid and took her leave. Then she noticed the time. She’d spent so much time gossiping and averting disaster in the fitting room that now her schedule was really tight. She needed to buy groceries and rush home if dinner wasn’t going to be delayed embarrassingly long. Better that the guests wait for food than that the food waits too long for the guests, her mother used to say, but she wanted to make a good first impression on Anna/Maya/Hannah/Whatshername. Sighing, Nina made the decision to put off the toilet for a little while longer. After all, she’d made it this far without even a little leak, which was—well, it wasn’t super common, exactly, but she was a busy person, and sometimes she got caught up in things, and then she was a little late, and sometimes she leaked a bit in her panties, and what business of anyone’s was that—the point was that she wasn’t at the point of no return. And come to think of it, I was really only on the edge there when I put on those ridiculous jeans. Bah! Satisfied that nothing bad could possibly come of this decision, she bypassed the restrooms and made her way to the supermarket. Well, it wasn’t pretty, but she made it to the till dry. She only had to stop and cross her legs twice, maybe three times, max. And she only ducked behind a fruit stand to crouch down and sit on her heel while pretending to tie her shoelaces once. Blushing a little, bouncing like a schoolgirl, she waited in line. Once the elderly gentleman who insisted on counting out the change twice before he was satisfied was done, she paid. The cashier girl gave her a questioning look, but Nina ignored it. As she passed by the restrooms on the way out, her eyes lingered on the sign on the door. It was a pink, female silhouette, with legs crossed and arms in her crotch. It was enough to send a sympathy jolt to her own bladder, and she couldn’t very well grab herself with shopping bags in both hands. Another wave crashed into her overworked bladder muscles, and she felt herself give up for a second. A small, hot spurt shot out, warming her panties and cheeks alike, but she got it under control. Not like I haven’t been here before and made it in time, she thought. Nina adopted a confident walk with long strides, almost daring her bladder to betray her again, but it held. She threw the groceries into the back seat and stumbled into the driver’s seat, almost drunk with desperation. She dared a glance down at her crotch. Her panties were damp, but the jeans, a light gray that would surely show an accident, appeared dry. She tentatively stuck a finger under the waistband and touched it to the front of her panties. Yup, clearly wet. Well, it should be a short drive home, right? Pain. The overwhelming sensation she felt for those fifteen minutes of driving was pain. A hot pain around her bladder and abdomen, a sequence of waves crashing against a willpower that was eroding like a seaside cliff over geological time. Somehow, she didn’t run the red light she really wanted to run. Truthfully, it was only the thought of Roger, her former lover turned friend who’d lost his license and possibly his job being cavalier with driving rules, that stayed her hand. And a good thing, too, as she noticed a police car in her rear-view mirror. If she’d been stopped, her nervous demeanor would probably cause them to test her for a DUI, and while she’d pass with flying colors, the same couldn’t be said for her jeans. She shuddered at the thought of wetting herself in front of a cop. When you have to pee so bad it’s starting to come out, it seems like thinking about anything else becomes impossible. It’s like telling someone to not think of a pink elephant. What’s the first thing that’s gonna pop into your mind? Pink elephant. Wet jeans. Full bladder. Nina had had her share of mishaps, almost always as a consequence of her own bad choices. Usually, she made it in time, sometimes with damp underwear. But once or twice—okay, maybe more like four times in her adult life—she didn’t. The last time had been coming home from the movies with her friends. She’d thought she could make it home. And she did, mostly dry, but unlocking her door had unlocked her bladder. She’d stood there and spread her legs and peed down them, urine pouring down from under her skirt for a minute, as her friends stood by, either shocked or giggling. And then she’d laughed with them, and shrugged, and gone inside and changed, and it hadn’t been that big of a deal. It was just something that happened sometimes. A bit embarrassing in the moment, but easily forgotten. Nina really didn’t want to have an accident in front of strangers—that would be mortifying—but she’d survived accidents in front of her friends before. This time, she made it home, scooped up her shopping bags, and ran as fast as she could inside, not even bothering to lock the car. Another wave hit her as she crossed the threshold, and she had to put down the bags and squeeze herself, but she didn’t leak. Nina gingerly bent down and picked up the groceries and the bag with her jeans. She only had to put the groceries in the kitchen, then: relief. Glorious relief. Michael was in the kitchen, washing his hands. The sound of the water hitting the sink caused another spasm, and she felt a little trickle leak out despite her clenching. Crossing her legs, not daring to look down to see if it was visible on her pants, she called out to her boyfriend: “What are you doing here?” “Um, washing my hands, obviously,” Michael said, shooting her a puzzled look. “Oh, Jacob called and said if it was fine by us they’ll be coming over half an hour earlier. Apparently they had to pick something up at Hannah’s work at a specific time, and it’s on the way to us, and it’d be kind of dumb to go all the way back home just to turn in the hallway and go back here. I said it was fine by me.” “Uh, yeah,” Nina said. Her legs were trembling, and she was trying to fix Michael with a gaze to avoid him noticing. Fuck fuck fuck. That means they’ll be here any minute, and I haven’t even gotten started on the food… “You okay, babe?” Michael asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good. Just go change or whatever, I’ll get started on the cooking.” “O...kay,” he said, clearly confused by her nervous demeanor, but too polite to say anything. Once he was out of the kitchen, she put down the groceries and dared a glance between her legs. There was a very small wet spot, about the size of a single droplet if she’d been careless at the sink. Nothing too obvious. Now she had a problem. She needed everything ready an hour ago, preferably, but she also needed her butt on the toilet, now. She had to make a choice. Standing up straight, she was in pain, but it was a pain made duller by familiarity. It seemed like her little leak had taken the edge off. It was still very, very urgent, possibly even at that stage where the next spasm would turn her lower half into a faucet, but it didn’t feel impossible to wait another ten minutes. New plan: Just get the stew cooking, then call Michael over to watch it for five minutes while I pop to the toilet. Quick change of underwear and a little perfume, maybe. Six minutes, tops. Not even Michael could accidentally burn down the kitchen in that time span. Nina set to work. Every time she had to bend down, she had to do it in stages: Crouch down to one knee, squeeze herself between the legs, steel herself, clench until the waves of pressure died down, then fetch whatever it was she’d so stupidly put in the lower cupboards. Once or twice she felt herself leak a little bit, but she was so close. She got the meat on the skillet with some butter, then got started chopping vegetables. Once the meat was properly browned, she pulled it off the hot plate, just in time for Michael to yell at her that they were here. Nina crossed her legs and steeled herself. She locked down and noted that the wet spot was now the size of a thumb, but it probably wasn’t too noticeable. Surely they came here to shake her hand, not stare at her crotch. She quickly ran her fingers under some water, which caused another jolt, another tiny leak. Can’t shake hands covered in pee, now can I? That would be silly. And rude. Satisfied that she was presentable, if walking oddly, she made her way to the living room. Hannah—that was her name—did not look like a treehugging hippie. Nina didn’t know what she’d expected, but this bubbly brunette in a black evening dress—which put Nina’s damp, worn-out jeans to shame—was not it. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries for a couple of minutes, Nina rocking back and forth on her heel and trying very hard not to pee herself in polite company. “You okay there, Nina?” Jacob asked. “Y-yeah, got something on the plate,” she lied. “Be right back!” Nina rushed into the kitchen. Five minutes, she estimated. Five more minutes of prep, then she could let the stew cook and have Michael watch it while she ran off. She managed to finish up what she’d been doing without leaking anymore, although the pain was now so bad she was hunched over the kitchen bench, subconsciously grinding into the knob of one of the drawers. She was in deep, but finally, it was all done. Oh, crap. Just as she turned around to call Michael over to watch the stew, she remembered something Hannah had mentioned. She wasn’t a vegetarian, exactly, definitely not vegan, but she did try to minimize how much meat she ate out of concern for the environment. I better whip up a salad for a side dish, then, Nina thought. Fuck me and my empathy. She leaned down to grab a salad bowl from one of the lower drawers, and that nearly did her in. A wave rose in her abdomen, a tsunami in the making. It broke against her tortured sphincter, and she sank down on both knees, clenching her crotch, but the wave was too powerful. She felt herself slip, let out a little leak, and then that turned into a trickle, warming her lower half. It went on forever, it seemed, although the wall clock would probably have said three seconds. She felt her hand get wet; she bit her lip and clenched and pulled at the fabric between her legs; it subsided. Almost scared to look, she rose, the salad bowl forgotten. She was still in pain, she still felt little waves threaten to overpower her, and the wet spot between her legs was now the size of a peach. Nina had to go now. She powerwalked out of the kitchen, through the living room, ignoring the bemused looks of her guests. “Michaelpleasewatchthestewforaminute,” she fired off as she hobbled up the stairs towards the bathroom. The sight of the bathroom door nearly unmade her again. The pain was so intense, she felt herself pushing involuntarily, and then she was peeing full force into her pants. Crossing her legs, she managed to shut off the flow. Nina hobbled into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door properly. In five seconds, she had her pants down and she was already peeing through her panties. It splattered onto the tiles, but she had the presence of mind to lower her panties and kick the pile of clothes into a corner. Finally, she was on the toilet, gushing. Nina closed her eyes, leaned back, tried and failed to suppress a moan of pleasure. The pain had been so intense, but also lasted for so long that she’d almost gotten used to it. Having it suddenly disappear left her almost as euphoric as a good orgasm. It lasted for well over a minute, maybe two—who’s counting? Eventually, the faucet ran dry with a little pitter-patter of a trickle. Nina opened her eyes, wiped, flushed, then rose, nude from the waist down, to face reality. She picked up the panties. Soaked, of course. It was the jeans that worried her. She picked them up and examined the crotch. On the front, there was a half-moon larger than a peach, a bit smaller than a dinner plate, with a few droplets down the thighs. The back looked about as bad, a big wet patch between the legs, not so wide as in the front, but practically dripping, all the way up the waistband. There were also small trickles down the back of her legs. She’d probably only emptied one-third of her bladder into these pants, but no one who didn’t know the epic struggle and the awesome release would guess she hadn’t had a full-blown accident. What qualifies as an accident, anyway? She mused. Well, time to face the music. Unfortunately, the architects of her house had not considered the very specific needs of a twenty-eight year old woman who’s just peed her pants upstairs and needs to get past her guests to retrieve clean, dry clothes. She’d need to pass through the living room to get to her bedroom, as the upstairs only had the bathroom and a bedroom too small to comfortably house a double bed, so they’d made it into a home office. Nina pulled on her wet clothes and took a few deep breaths. Walked back and splashed some water in her face to hopefully cool the rosiness in her cheeks. Truth be told, she didn’t know if she was blushing because she was embarrassed or just from the intensity of the experience. If it had been just Jacob downstairs, a friend of many years, she would have proudly showed off her accident and laughed and he would only have teased her lightly and never mentioned it again. His new girlfriend, however, was almost a stranger. Oh, well. You’ve made your bed, might as well sleep in it, she thought, and walked downstairs. She cringed as she noted a few droplets she’d left on the way. Courage left her two steps into the living room, and she ran past her guests while mumbling something that vaguely sounded like “gotta check up on the food”. She ducked into the kitchen for appearances’ sake. Michael turned around with a grin on his face, gesturing at the stew which he had obviously managed not to ruin. His grin disappeared as he took in the state of his girlfriend. “Oh my god, you’re soaked,” he whispered. “What happened?” She shrugged. “Series of bad decisions and a bit of bad luck, I suppose.” “You okay?” “Yeah, if Hannah hadn’t been here I wouldn’t sweat it, but I’m sure she saw me like this and that’s a first impression I’d have loved to have avoided.” Nina shrugged again, trying to calm the beating in her chest. It wasn’t so bad, really, but she had to admit it was a bit embarrassing. “She might have, I mean,” Michael gestured at her wet front, “it’s kind of obvious. But don’t worry, she’s really nice, she won’t make a big deal out of it if you don’t.” “Yeah,” Nina said. “Might as well finish up here before I go change.” “What?” Michael said. “You’re gonna cook in pants you’ve pissed in?” He said it a bit louder than necessary. “Just chop a few vegetables and see to it you don’t burn the stew. When you cook, do you cook with your crotch? No wonder it tastes like dick,” Nina said, sticking her tongue out at him. “Ha. Ha,” he said. “But seriously, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, then you can go get comfortable.” Nina rattled off her instructions the way you might to a five-year-old child. Michael took it in good humor. Then she took a few deep breaths and walked out of the kitchen—she’d have to pass through the living room again to make it to the bedroom. She couldn’t hide, so she just walked out and stood there, letting them take in the disaster downstairs. “Oh my god, you really did it,” Jacob said. “I thought I saw it but this one,” and he nudged Hannah, “said I was seeing things.” “Oh, my, I’m so sorry,” Hannah said, and then she broke into a giggle. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny, I don’t mean to make fun of you but I just can’t deal and when I don’t know what to say I laugh,” she managed to get out between giggles. Nina could see the humor in it. It was certainly silly, her, a grown woman, peeing her pants because she kept making excuses to put off going to the bathroom. She began to laugh as well, better to laugh than to cry, and Jacob joined in. Soon they were all laughing, but Hannah seemed unable to stop. She was shaking with laughter, tears rolling down her face, trying to apologize between waves of giggling. Then suddenly, she held a hand to her mouth and blushed. Nina noted that she glanced quickly down into her lap, and her cheeks were rosy red. That seemed to be the end of her fit, though. “You okay?” Jacob asked. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Hannah managed. “Just glad I was able to stop, I’m so sorry, it was funny but not that funny.” “Don’t sweat it,” Nina said. She made her apologies and made her way to the bedroom to change. Dinner was lovely, and no one brought up Nina’s accident again. Hannah complimented the salad, had half a plate of the stew, and several times, she told Nina she shouldn’t have made something extra just for her. She was about as lovely and ordinary as you could have hoped, and she didn’t flinch at all when Jacob and Michael started discussing Michael’s motorcycle restoration project. Perhaps Jacob had been playing it up when he described her passion for the environment: she might care, but she was no fanatic. After dinner, the two men excused themselves to go check out the bike in the garage. Hannah waited until the two of them were out the door before she rose. “Um, this is kind of awkward, but I have a favor to ask,” she said. “Oh?” Nina arced an eyebrow. “Yeah, it’s a bit embarrassing, but earlier, when I had that laughing fit… I’ll just show you. I hope it’s not too weird.” She pulled the chair out from under the table, very carefully. Nina could see a shiny spot, and when she moved closer, it resolved itself into a small puddle, resting in the depression in the chair. “Oh!” Nina said. Hannah was blushing, but Nina put an arm around her. “After what happened to me, that’s nothing, dear,” she said. “It happens sometimes when I laugh too hard,” Hannah confided. “But this is the part that’s a bit weird. Do you think… Do you have something I could borrow? Like, underwear?” “Oh, girl, you only had to ask,” Nina said, stifling a chuckle and guiding Hannah towards the bedroom. Hannah dropped her voice to a stage-whisper. “It’s just, this is our fifth date, and I have a rule about fifth dates… I can’t let Jacob see me like this.” “Oh, feel free to raid my panty drawer,” Nina said, gesturing to a drawer in the wardrobe. “You go get that tiger.” She winked dramatically. It didn’t come across as natural as her friend Danielle’s winks, but it did elicit a little giggle from Hannah. “Just put your underwear in with the dirty clothes in the hamper, I’ll throw ‘em in with my own pee pants and you can collect them later. I’ll leave you to it.” That night, feeling a little naughty, Nina spilled the dirty clothes on the floor instead of throwing them directly into the washer. She spotted a pair of pink panties that didn’t belong to her and picked it up. There was a faded oval on the front, partially dried but still noticeably darker than the rest, and an even bigger one on the back. Damn, that wasn’t just a tiny leak, Nina thought. She shook her head, suddenly self-conscious about holding her friend’s dirty underwear, and threw them in with her own wet clothes. The following morning, she found a text on her phone from Hannah, sent around two in the morning: “Ur a lifesaver. xoxoxo” The thought of what might have transpired last night sent a little shiver down to her crotch. She felt herself flush, and suddenly she was overcome with horniness. She nudged her boyfriend awake and, when he tried to roll over to go back to sleep, she took his hand and placed it on her breasts. That woke him up. She hadn’t peed since her accident last afternoon, and had to go quite urgently. But that could wait. She had other needs that held higher priority. Nina could always wait.
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