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  1. (Yes, I finally decided to use my full username in the title) So my second commission thread (https://www.omorashi.org/topic/58267-bombs-almost-sfw-commision-thread-version-02/) was a total disaster, it's been up for over a month and no replies at all, so because of that and also because I opened a new deviant art account specifically for fetish art (https://www.deviantart.com/bombality-kink) that I want to fill with new art rather than old pieces I'm opening a request thread... again... for the third time... But I'm not planning to just do something specific like 2D or 3D art, this time if it's some form of art I have shown at some point you can request it, which includes: pixel art, 3D modeling, 2D digital art, 2D digital comics, 3D animation, and 2D animation (at 4 frames per second because I'm not doing 24 images just for a single slow blink of content). Same rules as always: no poop, no diapers, no gore except for x-rays of the bladder, no minors unless they are just background characters and no nudity unless censored or abstract. And here is the list of the pages where you can check my previous works (A bunch of them because I'm not very good with organization) https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1354-bombs-almost-sfw-pee-desperation-3d-renders/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1355-bombs-almost-sfw-extreme-desperation-3d-renders/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1291-bombs-almost-sfw-pee-desperation-drawings/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1116-bombs-almost-sfw-extreme-desperation-drawings/ https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1292-bombs-almost-sfw-extreme-desperation-comics/ http://www.mediafire.com/file/3za78d43nho9o3o/Webp.net-gifmaker.gif/file http://www.mediafire.com/file/i2sum685w23uqox/Mya_inflation.mp4/file https://www.omorashi.org/topic/57704-bombs-almost-sfw-discord-drawings/
  2. 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.
  3. 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...
  4. 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
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    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    So sorry about this one taking so long! I actually finished drawing this page a while ago, but totally forgot to upload it!
  6. The bladder buster cruise Chapter 1: Setting sail It had been a month since Lilli had seen the advert pop up on the side of her browser. At the time she had thought it had to be a joke, “Go pee free, for a free cruise”. She wasn’t sure what had made her click on the advert, maybe it was curiosity to what it might mean, or maybe it was simply the words free cruise. As a recent university graduate she didn’t have much cash to splash, so if she could get a free cruise she was interested. Now standing at the port, her shoulder length drown hair swirling around her face she couldn’t hide her excitement. “Can you believe it, a free cruise!” She yelled, throwing both hands into the air. The sound of the waves lapping against the walls of the port interspersed with the squawks of seagulls enjoying the late morning sunshine. “You realise its only free if one of us doesn’t pee right?” A huskier voiced woman next to her said. With one hand on her hip the black-haired woman didn’t look quite as happy about the arrangement as her taller friend. “Oh shush Janet, its still a cruise” A third voice shot back. It owner was currently stepping out of a cab that had just pulled up. “Sasha!” The three young women cried embracing in a group hug. “Jesus its windy out here, I don’t know why I spent so much time on my hair this morning.” “Ever the style guru Sasha” Lilli responded, their hug ending as Sasha's long auburn hair whipped around in the sea air. They had been friends since childhood but Lilli had always felt like the nerdy girl taken in by the beautiful popular one. Her average build and tomboyish tendencies combined with the biggest braces you had ever seen made school life a little difficult for her. But thankfully her and Sasha had hit it off in PE (Physical ed), with neither of them really wanting to do it. Slowly jogging or mostly walking around at the back of the pack during track days gave them plenty of time to talk. She had been pleasantly surprised at just how nice Sasha was, initially thinking of her as another airhead beauty. It turned out that despite her flaming red hair, picture perfect smile and blemish free skin she was actually pretty down to earth. Thankfully since those days the braces had been removed and Lilli had somewhat blossomed into a beautiful girl next door type. A small silver nose ring and large tattoo of an octopus on her shoulder the only signs of the rebelliousness phase she had as a teenager. That and her lasting friendship with Janet who despite people teasing her for her old person name was the same age as the others. She had joined Lilli and Sasha’s school just before her GCSE’s and found herself in all the same classes the others two had chosen, it seemed they all had similar interests. “So where is that blonde bombshell sister of yours Lilli?” Sasha asked “She is up at the check in place getting the boarding passes” “Check in place” Sasha laughed, ”you mean the port authority?” “Alright, if you want to use your fancy words.” “So are you guys ready for this?” Janet asked, her uneasiness easy to pick up on. “Totally” Lilli responded. “We have nothing to worry about and we can totally win a pee holding contest between us, plus we have Barbara who I’ve never seen desperate to pee even after a full night of partying.” “Yeah my sister is our secret weapon. But anyway it’s a cruise, it’ll probably be full of old people and even you should be able to beat them” Lilli said, a smile on her face as she elbowed Janet in the ribs gently. Janet knew she didn’t have the strongest bladder, it wasn’t necessarily weak but she doubted she would win the contest by herself. But thankfully Lilli and Sasha were right, Barbara could go toe to toe with a dozen people on a night out and seemed to never take a pee break. Even that time when she lost 4 beer pong games in a row, refusing to leave until she won. “The gangs all here then” came a shout from behind them. Lili's sister was casually walking towards them, hands full of paper “Sorry it took so long, there were a load of other things they had to make me sign. But anyway, here are your boarding passes ladies” she said handing them out. “And here is what looks like a book of free drink tickets which is a result and.... an itinerary thing for today. Oh but be careful with those passes, the guy at the desk said not to mark or bend them otherwise we might forfeit our chance at the free cruise.” Grabbing their bags the four women made their way up to pier 9 and boarded the cruise ship that would be their home for the next 7 days. “So apparently we have a briefing in about 5 minutes in the dining hall area, which is….that away” Lilli said, pointing them towards the front of the ship. Walking down the long corridors the group couldn’t help but notice that the ship was not filled with old people, but mainly people their own age or slightly older. It seemed the offer of a free cruise in exchange of a bathroom visit attracted a certain type of person. The realisation worried Janet who was starting to think this might turn out to be harder than they had first thought. The noise of a tropical steel drum helped direct them to the dining room where rows of seats had been set up. A tall man in a captains outfit stood at the front of the ship, flanked by a pair of beautiful women in blue and white suits. Greeting them and the other passengers they were asked to take a seat and soon the room began to fill. a few minutes passed before the captain picked up a microphone, tapping it twice the booming noise quieted the excitable guests. “Greetings and welcome aboard. My name Captain Hammond and I will be giving your briefing today. Now im sure you are all aware of the special that was on offer for this cruise, and I will now go through he rules and procedures of it. Please pay attention, I don’t want anyone to get disqualified early.” “All of you should have a boarding pass that looks like this” He said holding up a blank copy. "Not only is this your boarding pass but also your bathroom pass. The first time that each of you visits a bathroom we will stamp the left-hand side of your pass like this.” Bending down to a small table he picked up a large rubber stamp, inked it and marked the page. A large black mark was applied to the page with the word "Voided" in its centre. “This will mark your loss of the competition and rule you out of the free cruise. Additionally you will receive a similar stamp on the back of your left hand to make it easier for us and other guests to identify who is still competing." “You should all have also received one of these red booklets. These are free drink vouchers, they can be used for yourself or on others.” A few confused murmurs went through the crowd. “These vouchers can be given out by and to anyone without a black mark on their hand i.e anyone who is still competing. Each person on this cruise has 10 free drink cards that you can redeem at any establishment. Refusal of a competing traveller to accept a drink is also considered to be a forfeit and will result in you being stamped.” “However, while anyone can give anyone a free drink using these cards it is up to the recipient to choose their drink of choice. Whether it is alcoholic of not is up to you, but a standard glass size of a pint will be given of your drink of choice. Additionally, drink cards will also be stamped with a time and given back to the drink recipient, with a grace period of 10 minutes between each drink. This is the only time when you can refuse another drink. The bar’s close at 1am and reopen at 7am, so drinks will also not be available during this period either.” Taking a small sip from a glass of water he paused for a moment, a number of whispers going through the crowed. “Now, to make sure the rules are followed there are no toilets in your rooms but there are large communal facilities on each floor. These are manned 24 hours by a member of staff who will be able to stamp your cards whenever you feel the need to go.” “Finally as an added prize, each day we give all of our competitors £200 spending money to either be spent on the ship or can be converted into the local currency on days where we are docked. When leaving the boat each competing passenger will also be given one of these.” He said holding up what looked like a blue plastic belt of some sort. “These will be fastened around your waist when you are off the boat in order to stop anyone cheating and using a toilet when off the boat. But don’t worry they are flexible and wont get in the way of your activities. If the call of nature does happen when off the boat you can remove them by pinching these two tabs here and pulling. This will deconstruct the belt in such a way that It can not be put back together, so don’t think about trying to do that either. Once back on the ship please hand in the belt to a member of staff.” “Now that all of that has been said, again I hope you enjoy your trip with us, your welcome packs are in your rooms and will include a map and information on everything onboard. If you have any questions please feel to ask myself or another member of staff” With that the captain walked off, leaving the two women to field questions from travellers who may have been uncertain about any aspects of the contest or cruise in general. “He was kind of hot” Sasha said, making Barbara roll her eyes. “Kind of got a tom cruise vibe” “If you mean he is probably old enough to be your dad, they yeah.” “Shut up, are you saying you would turn down tom cruise?” “well…” “Exactly, Sasha 1, Barbara 0” “Should we go find our rooms?” Lilli interrupted her friends squabbling, currently studying the small pamphlet of free drink cards. The rooms themselves were nice, large windows gave them a nice view of the sea from the third floor. Lilli was glad they opted for the queen bed as she laid back, the soft mattress making sure they would sleep soundly even as the ship floated its way around Europe. The four of them had gone for separate rooms, but luckily they were all next to each other on the same floor. A loud knock on the door told Lilli she had spent too much time led on her bed and the others probably wanted some lunch. Stepping onto the food court the group grabbed a table at an American style diner, ordering a round of burger and chips they discussed what their plans were for the day. “Well, I think we should check out the pool for a bit after lunch, then maybe see what the shops have to offer before dinner.” Barbara suggested “Yeah there isn’t too much else to do on the ship till we get somewhere” agreed Janet. "Although I think that bar has pool tables." She said looking over her shoulder. “Hello ladies here are your meals” a waitress appeared, somehow balancing 4 full plates of food and 4 pint glasses on a small tray. “Im sorry I ordered a small” Janet pointed out. Still thinking about her bladder she knew she had to be smart and didn’t want to start chugging back the drinks yet. “Sorry love, you got an upgrade courtesy of those two lads over there” she said pointing to a small table in the corner with a couple of young men on, currently holding a hand up to wave at them. “I…uh” Janet blushed deeply, despite her good looks and sizeable chest she was never the one to get free drinks. “Go Janet” Sasha said elbowing her friend again. “Oh sorry, they paid for all your drinks” she said holding up 4 of the free drink cards they had all received earlier. While some might have taken that as an insult, Janet was happy they were all in the same awkward boat now. “Are they seriously hitting on us having lunch? Its 11.45” She asked incredulously. "You'd be surprised", the waitress joked before disappearing off to the kitchen again. “Hey if they want to pay for drinks we already ordered, im ok with that” Lilli responded, waving a hand back at the two gentlemen. “This isn’t some kind of sex cruise you’ve booked us on little sis is it?” Barbara asked, her tone indicating she wasn’t serious. “Like you’d care” Sasha muttered with her mouth half full of burger. Over the next hour the girls finished their meals and picked their day trip for tomorrow morning. They would be sailing overnight to the Italian coast where they would take a bus trip up into the Alps for a spot of lunch in some market town. The weather looked nice but it was the photo of a furry cow that made Lilli somehow convince everyone else that they wanted to go and see them. After quickly changing into some swimsuits the group made their way to the swimming pool complex on the top deck. Thankfully it was massive, with three large pools making up the main section it meant that despite what seemed like half the cruise having the same idea, it spread them out enough to give everyone room to relax. Random tiki hut cocktail bars were also found at each site and while still early in the afternoon most people could be seen lazily bobbing on the water with a drink of some sort in their hand. Janet was currently laying on one of the nearby deck chairs reading a book and enjoying the sun. Despite it still being a little colder than most would like, the weather was still good with not a single cloud in the sky above her. Next to her Lilli was sketching the scene using Barbara and Sasha as her muses, both lounging in the shallow end of the pool a little away from her. Although as she always did she had taken her artistic liberties, exchanging the cruise ship with the surface of an alien plant. Her subjects currently enjoying a hot spring on Mars, with its duel moons above them. Although as she looked up she could see her beautiful vista had been ruined by a couple of unwanted visitors. Two guys had seemingly taken a fancy to her sister and Sasha, and while she had nothing against them hooking up she had hoped this would just be a trip for the 4 of them. “Hello ladies, what can we get you to drink?” The front one asked Barbara and Sasha took a moment looking at each other they both raised their eyebrows, a signal they had established to mean neither were interested but both thought they could have little fun with them. “Sure, two margaritas’ please” Barbara said sweetly “Great we will be right back” the guys said before quickly turning and heading to the bar, high fiving themselves when they thought they were out of sight. “Ok, so usual plan?” Barbara quickly asked turning to Sasha. “Yeah, they look like jocky Chad’s to me, so Lesbian lovers run away from their boyfriend routine?” “And scene” Barbara laughed, moving a hand in front of her face to show a now serious game face. Shortly the two guys returned with a pair of margarita’s. It seemed while at the bar the two had decided which one they wanted, now sitting on either side of them. The tall blonde muscular dude going for Sasha while the dark haired but more toned guy sat on the deckchair next to Barbara. Despite his sunglasses it was clear he couldn’t keep his eyes off her sizeable chest, although she wasn’t sure he was even trying. “So what are your names” He asked “Im Barbara and this is Sasha, thank you for the drinks” she said taking a sip as sensually through the straw as possible. “Are you girls here alone?” “No we are together” “Like together together, or like just on holiday together?” “Together together” Sasha added planting her lips around Barbara’s It would have taken Barbara and Lili who was watching by surprise if they hadn’t done this routine a dozen or more times in their company. “Sorry guys” she said shrugging “I mean…that doesn’t mean anything, you haven’t had me ye…” “Beat it brad!” came a shout from nearby that did take them by surprise. But by the look on the guy's face trying to chat Barbara up, he knew the angry woman matching towards them. “Come on Cath” he started “Fuck off, before I wedge those sunglasses so far up…” “Okay, okay…geeze.” And with that the guys left, their advances seemingly defeated by the new woman. “Sorry about that, but you don’t want to get involved with them.” The brunette said “That’s my friend Eva’s Ex” she said pointing to a tall brunette who was currently flipping off the pair as they left from across the pool” “They were supposed to come on this cruise together, but he cheated on her and cheekily kept his ticket for this.” “I…uhhh ok thanks for the heads up” Barbara responded, still a little confused over what had just happened. “Sorry, im Cath” she said holding out her hand to shake “I can get a bit protective, but those guys are just dicks of the highest order. Trust me you can do way better.” she said turning and walking back towards her friend. As the woman walked back to her friend, Sasha and Barbara couldn’t help but laugh, clinking their free drinks together the pair went back to relaxing “Brad, so we were only one letter off” Barbara joked sipping her drink. ----------------------- Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the start to this next story of mine. Sorry there wasn't any Omo content in this chapter, but hopefully it set the scene for the rest of the story and peaked some of your guys interest. As always feedback good or bad is always appreciated! Also feel free to ask any questions you might have.
  7. 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.
  8. Second holding contest of Sandy Cheeks, Pearl Krabs and Princess Mandy. It was start of the day in Bikini Bottom. Sandy has just wake up. After a while she felt, that her panties and bed were wet and hot. She haven't gone pee before sleeping, and had dream that she sits on toilet, peeing. It made her wet the bed. She didn't really care too much. - Things happen. - Said Sandy to herself, and put down her green panties. She changed her bed sheets and went to bathroom. She went to take a shower. After finishing showering, which she focused down her crotch, still in bathtube she spreaded her legs and started to empty her bladder - She haven't let it all out in bed. After finishing peeing, she used towel and put on other green panties. Meanwhile, in Mr. Krabs' house... Pearl just woke up, feeling massive urge to pee. Her father was always out for work at the time when she was waking up. She always had massive urge to pee at mornings. Pearl after waking up always was pretty sleepy for few minutes. She went to toilet, holding her crotch. She reached for knob. It didn't worked. Pearl tried pushing doors harder, but there was no use, the doors were stuck. She leaked a bit from stress - in the morning her holding ability was low. She knew that she has only few more minutes before peeing herself. Pearl tried to stay calm. She has put her white panties down, just in case if she started to pee herself. She was thinkng about options... "Crane in kitchen? No, first of all my butt is too thick, and It wouldn't fit in there, and I would pee all over floor, and the second is that there is window right behind it". "Peeing outside is not a good idea. I don't want anyone to see my naked butt." - She thought. While Pearl was thinking about places where she could pee, small stream of pee ran down her leg. And then another. "Oh, why that toilet must be locked! I could have sweet relief... Oh so sweet relief..." - Pearl thought and imaginated that feeling of finally peeing... She could hear that hissing sound of peeing... But suddently she cut out from that thought, and noticed that the sound is real. She was peeing herself. She felt streams of hot pee going down her legs... It turned her up a lot. She began to moan. Pearl was peeing for 3 minutes, fingering herself. After finishing peeing, she reminded herself of holding contest with Sandy Cheeks and Mandy, and that they wanted to repeat it someday. Pearl thought, that it was nice idea to remind her friends of that. But before that, she had to get to toilet to get towel to cleanup mess which she made. When she walked to toilet, the door knob now worked. She laughted, and got towel. After drying floor, she has put on her white panties and pink dress. She was going to Sandy, to remind her of holdin contest. After entering Sandy's house Pearl began to tell what happened to her during morning. Sandy told her about her morning. - Do you remember our holding contest? - Pearl asked. - Yes, how could I forgot? - Replied Sandy with big smile on her face. - How about second turn today? - Suggested Pearl. - That's nice id- but before Sandy could finish, Mandy has used her magic to get to Sandy's house. - So we are going to have another holding contest today! - Said excited Mandy. - Maybe we'll change the rules a bit? - Suggested Sandy. - Oh, I got idea already. It will be more exciting this time - Said Mandy. To be continued (I'll be posting new parts pretty often in this topic, I plan that fanfic to be quite longer)
  9. 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
  10. Phentaiee

    FMHT42

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Filie expresses her desperation while Milly is in the animal shelter.
  11. This will either be an ongoing series or a standalone story depending on the kind of response I get for it. Though this part does not have much omorashi, it lays the groundwork for the rest of the story. I wish to dedicate this story to all my readers and friends who have supported me for so long. I hope you will like it. ******* Give me a copper coin and you’ll hear a golden tale! —A storyteller’s street cry in Godswick The Iron Queen The Great Hall of the King’s Fort was a lonely place for two to sit to supper. Deep shadows climbed the walls as the torches flickered in the wind. Charlotte ate her meal and sipped from the goblet of red wine. The vintage tasted thin and sour on her tongue, the taste of the grapes still growing on her senses. The Queen had ordered the cooks to make Iwan’s favored supper tonight, egg drop soup of wispy beaten eggs in boiled chicken broth, finely chopped scallions and added condiments of black and white pepper, and along with it was trout wrapped in bacon, salad of turnip greens and red fennel and sweetgrass, pease and onions and hot bread baked fresh from the ovens. She hoped he would like it. Her son was the King now, and it was her duty to see to his wants met. He sat at the head of the table, eating methodically from his plate. The crown suited the boy, Charlotte noted, though she doubted if his young shoulders would be able to bear the burden of the throne. Many men had come and gone but none could do justice to the King’s seat. The walls of the keep were thick, yet even so, they could hear the muffled sounds of celebrations from the yard outside. Sir Randel had brought a hundred casks up from the cellars, and the smallfolk were celebrating Iwan’s nameday by hoisting mugs of nut-brown ale. The Queen had ordered the merriment to be kept as minimal as it could be. She knew it was not the time for revelries. The Daltons were sure gone, but there were still many who eyed the throne. When they were done with the supper, Charlotte kissed her son on the cheek and wished him good sleep before walking out of the hall. She strode across the cold corridors of the castle towards the Mæjester’s chambers, her soft cheeks growing warmer from the flaming torches on the walls. Her last few years on the throne were tumultuous for the realm. Her treasury had run empty due to the Great War, her troops broken in battle. Thus, she had ordered the mints to produce coins of assorted shapes and sizes made of brass and copper. Coins those were as valuable as gold or silver ones. Though her scheme seemed to work for a while, it didn’t take long for everyone to realize what a colossal blunder it was. As Mæjester Nemesius had said, “the house of every goldsmith became a mint.” The Queen’s new coinage had ‘the words of the God’ inscribed on them instead of the royal seal, and lacking in the artistic precision of design and finish, they became easy to imitate. The entire market was flooded with the fake coins in no time and the small folk could not discern between the real and the forged ones. A great problem rose for the state treasury. In other parts of the realm, the people started to pay the revenue to the crown in brass and copper and used the same coins to purchase goods and horses. It took only a while for the treasury to fill up with forged pennies. The coins became as worthless as stones and the disrupted trade and commerce sent the capital into chaos. The Queen was forced to take back all the coins of brass and copper issued by the royal mints, giving back the old gold or silver coins in return. Thousands of people exchanged their copper coins with silver or gold ones and the state treasury faced a loss incomparable. A year later, she passed an order to shift the capital from Godswick to Longford. She believed that it would help her to establish control over the fertile lands of her ancestors and to create a more accessible capital, since she believed Godswick was too down south. All facilities were provided for those who were required to migrate to Longford, but the common folk of the capital were not in favor of leaving their home and shifting to a new place. This angered Her Highness, for she ordered all people of Godswick to proceed to Longford with their belongings. The force was applied without any leniency. This move brought ruin on Godswick which for over six hundred years had grown in peace and prosperity. And though the smallfolk migrated, they showed dissent. However, soon they started to fall short of food and water at Longford and Her Highness decided to shift the capital back to Godswick, allowing the smallfolk to return to their previous city. Though the shift only happened for a few months, Godswick suffered a downfall in its stature and trade and the life of its people was plunged to ruins. ‘The foolish Queen’ she was called from then on, the Queen who now many saw inept to sit on the throne. Her following years as the regent were no better. The ever-mounting debt of the crown loomed over her, and the expenses never seemed to settle. When Iwan came of age, Charlotte agreed to the council’s suggestion to let the boy take his rightful place on the throne, thus giving them an opportunity to win back the trust of the smallfolk, while also opening the gates for a chance of forging an alliance with one of the wealthiest families in the realm through his marriage. The rope that Charlotte intended to use to climb out of the pit of debt. The shadowy walls in the Mæjester’s office were lined with shelves of large glass jars filled with potions of different colors. The medicines too made an impressive display; dozens of pots sealed with wax, hundreds of vials, as many milkglass bottles, countless jars of dried herbs, each container neatly labeled in Mæjester Nemesius’ precise hand. The Mæjester, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, quickly stood up when he saw the Queen enter. He was a short and thin man, with silver hair and beard so long that they could be tucked into the belt of his robe of grey wool. He had long and skillful fingers and his eyes were grey, and quick, “Your Highness,” he greeted, keeping the beakers aside and closing the book of The Magical Drafts and Potions that he had been referring to. “My Lord” she smiled at the old man, “I hope you have found some relief from the pain in your knees.” “The only relief that old age grants is death, Your Highness” he answered with a dwindling laugh, “Tell me, my Queen, of what service can I be to you?” “My Lord, Iwan and I have decided to visit Lord Thames Gardener at Tantallon at this behest,” Charlotte said, “He wishes to marry his daughter, Lady Katherine to Iwan. They say she is a dove-eyed beauty and people have written many a song about her charm, I see there is no better match for my son than her.” “A wise decision, Your Highness” Mæjester Nemesius said, “The House of Gardener has always been a loyal support to the crown and I think Lady Katherine would be a suitable wife to our beloved King” the old man added. “Very well then,” she spoke, “Ask Lord Rickard to make necessary arrangements for our journey, we shall begin early on the morrow.” “As it please you, Your Highness” he bowed. Charlotte gave him a smile before she turned around and left. There was one last person she had to meet before she retired for the day. She entered the small chamber where Little Farlen lay in his bed wrapped in blankets. Tears flowed from his eyes as the muffled sounds of his cries filled the room. Farlen was Queen Charlotte’s ward, sent to the capital from Herstmonceux to be fostered at her express command. He had cried the day his Lord Father had sent him away and he was crying still. Maybe ten was too tender an age to be ripped away from one’s family, but Charlotte knew that boys went to war at this age. Mæjester Nemesius had said that the boy needed to spend more time with the other children, yet Charlotte knew that he needed affection and care more than anything else. “My Lord?” she teased him with a smile, “Are you still awake?” Charlotte took a seat next to him on the bed and was stunned to realize that it was wet. Though she was shocked, the Queen did not show it outwardly. She calmly took the boy out of the bed and bathed him before putting him in his dry clothes. It was the third time Little Farlen had wet his bed in a week and Charlotte wondered if the boy had always had this problem. “You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?” he asked, all gloomy. “I promise, I won’t” Charlotte replied with a smile, “But you must make a promise too..” “W-what promise?” the boy asked. “That you won’t be sad because of this, it is human nature dear, everyone needs to pee” she smiled at him. She knew that kind words could be short and easy to speak, but their echoes were truly endless. She hoped it would make him feel better but the sullen look on the boy’s face only grew deeper. “You wouldn’t know how it feels to have an accident” he cried out, “It feels horrible!” “I know, my sweet” she said. “No, you don’t!” Farlen argued, “You’d know if you wet yourself!” Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, his words reminded her of certain incidents of the past. Humiliating incidents that the Queen had kept hidden in the vault of her mind, but maybe it was time to let them out, “My Lord, I’m going to tell you a little secret, but you’d have to promise me that you won’t ever tell it to anyone, promise?” “A-a secret?” the boy repeated, of course he liked secrets, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear!” “Alright then” Charlotte said, hesitation overridden by the sense of goodwill, “T-the secret is that even I have wet myself, not once but twice and that too in front of people!” she hoped her confession would make him feel better or at least wipe away the gloomy look on his face, but believing that the mighty Queen could have an accident came to be a little hard for the boy, he thought for a moment and then said, “That’s not true! You’re saying this to make me feel better,” he felt desolate and maybe even worse than before to know the Queen would lie to him. “No, really I have, my sweet” she said, now fearing if she had made a mistake letting the boy into her secret, what if he went around and told this to everyone? But there was no going back now. “So, why didn’t you just go to the privy?” he asked innocently, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, beginning to believe her story and feeling a bit better to have someone he could share his embarrassment with. “I tried but I couldn’t get to one before it was too late,” she said, breaking the eye contact as humiliation filled her. “That must have been embarrassing,” Farlen said. “It was.” “You could have waited a little longer, adults are not supposed to wet themselves.” Charlotte fluttered her eyes and smiled faintly at the innocence of the boy, only if he knew how badly she had to go, how much her bladder was bursting, he would have never said such a thing. Waiting any longer had become impossible. She remembered the warmth on her trembling inner thighs and the sheer volume of urine during both her accidents, the boy’s embarrassment would have vanished in an instant had he seen her wetting herself on either of those fateful days. She knew that compared to her, Farlen’s embarrassment must be nothing. Yet she wanted to make the boy feel better. “Is there anything I can do for my little lord to wipe that gloomy look off his face?” Charlotte asked softly, hoping to get something from the boy. And when she saw him still sullen and desolate, she had a thought. She waited a few more seconds, as if deciding if she really wanted to say the next words out of her mouth, but then decided to say it anyway, “Well if you want, you could control when I get to go to the privy,” Charlotte couldn’t believe what she had just said. She was giving the little boy the control of how long she’d have to wait to empty her bladder. She wondered that maybe this was a brainless thought and if it would make any difference but she was willing to do anything to take the boy out of his misery. “I-I don’t get it” Farlen said confounded, unsure if what he understood by the Queen’s words was exactly what she meant to say. “Well, my sweet, if you’d really want, if you think it’d make a difference, I mean, you could control when…well, when I get to go to the privy. That way even if you still wet the bed at night, you can be in charge of when I get to piss, that’ll give you a sense of control” she explained it to him in a soft yet playful voice. “But you’ll have to promise to be nice to me,” she ended with a faint beam. Farlen nodded in agreement, with a heartfelt smile on his face for the first time in weeks. He knew this was going to be fun. The Queen smiled at the obvious improvement in the boy’s mood, “Good, now go to sleep, we have a long journey tomorrow.” She pulled up his sheets for him before giving him a peck on the forehead as she left the room. Late at night when the castle was asleep, the knock came at the Queen’s door, loud and unexpected. Charlotte stopped pouring the wine into the cup, frowning. “What is it?” Aldred’s voice came through the door. “My Queen, Mæjester Nemesius is without and begs urgent audience.” “You told him I had left orders not to be disturbed?” “Yes, my Queen. He insists.” “Alright, send him in.” Mæjester Nemesius was shown in before the door was closed behind him. He saw Her Highness standing near the table beside her bed, pouring her favorite red wine into the goblet. He could see her flowing silk brown hair running down her back, it looked as if her robes were open from the front. “My Queen,” he said to her, “pardon for disturbing your rest. There was a message.” “A message? At this hour of the night?” she turned and walked towards him. He saw her breasts, the nipples that were shades deeper of brown and the thick black bush at the juncture of her thighs, a coarse, untamed forest of hair six inches long. She was much hairier than any woman he had seen before. She tied her robes before she took the parchment from his hand and unrolled it. As her eyes slowly moved along the words a sigh escaped her throat. “What does it say?” Nemesius asked. “Lord Hadrian of Etonbury… he is no more….. a fever took him” she said, turning back around. She went to the table and lifted the goblet of wine to drink it down at once. “He was a good man, may the God grant him rest,” he said.
  12. Phentaiee

    FMHT38

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    I'm not sure I can show any representation of her bladder again! It's not going to fit in the panel!
  13. Phentaiee

    FMHT39

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Well, Filie's hold is finally coming to an end. As soon as they get home, she's going to release, and her ludicrous urge will be replaced with emptiness.
  14. 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…
  15. 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
  16. 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.
  17. 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.
  18. 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?
  19. 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.
  20. 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
  21. 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?
  22. From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Introduction to the series! A sort of commercial/narrative start.
  23. 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.
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