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  1. I’m starting up a brand new art request thread! You can request some sort of desperation again, but now you have more options! First, the limitations. I’m not a furry and I can still draw that kind of stuff if you want it, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll do a good job. You should probably find someone more qualified. I’m also only into female desperation, so if you want male, you should probably find someone who’s into that. If you’re into male furry desperation then I can’t help you at all. One other thing, I do not draw underage girls, or lolis or whatever, but my cartoon-y style looks pretty cute anyway so there’s no need to request something like that. Now you don’t have to answer any of these, they’re completely optional. It would help me and I’m sure it would help you, but if you don’t care then I’ll decide for you. You can pick a style for me to draw it in! The more realistic style takes a little longer, but time shouldn’t really be an issue. You can choose to have color and shading! If you want it to be black and white, or just color, or just lines, then you can ask for that! You can also choose to go lineless! This also takes longer, and if you choose realistic and lineless I will hate you, but you totally can! (I do not recommend pairing lineless with just lines, as those will cancel out and you will receive a blank drawing) I can also do different types of shading! Cel Shading, smooth shading, and rough shading. Choose which one you’d prefer (unless you don’t want shading) Some people are especially kinky and like exaggerated bladder bulges. If you’re into that, then I’ll exaggerate it! I’m into it too! (The example isn’t nearly as exaggerated as I can go) I’m not great at them, but I can include “accessories” like X-rays, bladder meters, diagrams, and anything else you can think of. Those are your options, so if you like what you see, then request something! I’ll draw it, eventually.
  2. Quackduck

    Controlling Each Other

    “Yeah, I-I don’t really have any kinks myself,” Kelsey slurred, taking a sip from her fifth beer that night, “but I’m an open-minded person. One of my exes was into feet, so we fucked around with that.” She noticed Shay, her girlfriend, had been blushing since she’d first mentioned the word ‘kink.’ Now, Kelsey was just coaxing her to tell her what she was into, letting her know that whatever it is she’d be fine with it. “In fact, I kind- I kind of liked it,” she went on to say, “not that I’m also into feet, but I like weird shit like that. It helps keep the sex interesting. There- there isn’t much that I’d consider taboo.” Shay’s eyes darted around the room as she laughed uneasily, but she still didn’t say anything. Kelsey stifled a burp. “What are you into? W-Are you into anything?” Shay looked started. That was too direct. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna,” Kelsey reassured. “Umm-“ Shay brushed her auburn hair behind her and looked at the floor. “I am, but... I’ve never really told anyone.” “You can tell me,” she almost spilled her beer down her white tank top trying to take another sip. “If you’re comf-comfortable.” Shay laughed. “Uh- Well, here goes. I really like omorashi.” Kelsey blinked. “It’s uh... Pee. I like holding it, and other people holding it. When someone wets themselves, it’s...” She shrugged. “I’m into anything piss-related.” She thought should be more coherent, considering her sobriety. Kelsey paused for a moment, then started laughing. For a moment, Shay was mortified. Then, her lover spoke: “Dude, I wasn’t expecting that, but I really appreciate you telling me.” She finished her beer and tossed it towards the trash can, missing and sending it clattering to the ground. “Tell you what, I already kind of have to pee. I drank almost a whole- a whole six pack of white claws, so tonight, or- or whenever, you can do whatever you want with my bladder.” Shay laughed. “What are you talking about, Kel?” “Whatever you want me to do with my pee, I’ll do it. It’s whatever. Except-except these are new sweatpants, so I might not pee myself. Unless I change.” She shook her head, giggling. Pretty soon, though, Kelsey had passed out on the couch. Shay gingerly put a blanket over her and went to bed. ... When Kelsey woke up in the morning, she was hungover and had an aching need to piss. She groaned as she sat up, her head throbbing painfully. “I didn’t even drink that much...” she mumbled groggily. She crawled off the sofa and tried to get into the bathroom, but it seemed to be occupied. Running water could be heard. “Why do you still lock the door when you take a shower?” she called through the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I don’t know when people visit!” Shay called back. Kelsey gave herself a squeeze and went into the kitchen. She made herself some coffee, dancing like a little kid as she watched the liquid leak and spurt down into her mug. She badly needed the toilet. She drank her coffee as she waited for the bathroom door to open, and as the time went on, the sink became an increasingly alluring place to do her business... Comment your vote: 1- Pee in the sink! 2- Hold it! The bathroom will be open soon...
  3. Quackduck

    Casually Desperate

    When drinking a full cup of coffee became part of Chloe’s morning routine, the effects were pretty noticeable. She was of course much more energetic, which was a trait of hers that didn’t need intensifying. She was far more alert during school; there was no more falling asleep during lectures. She also found herself full of urine much more often than she wanted to be. Her bladder was rather small, and the coffee-loving girl was literally in a state of needing to pee more often than she wasn’t. It was hard to get used to for the first month or so. She had many ‘close calls,’ going from kind of needing a toilet to absolutely dying for a piss before she knew it. At that point, she would almost always be in the car, the middle of class, or anywhere else without immediate access to a lavatory. She held it for so long and so often that she sort of got used to the feeling. It was because of this, she believed, that her bladder had stretched to a much greater size than it once was. When before if she found herself squirming on a long car ride, she would be filled with anxiety over not making to the toilet in time. Now, she could casually play the license plate game with a severely overfull belly and confidently wait until an opportunity to go arose naturally. She would squirm and fidget, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for her anymore. Sometimes on the weekends, when she’d skip her morning routine out of laziness, she wouldn’t even enter the bathroom at all. She’d immediately go downstairs, have some breakfast, and a nice cup of coffee. One saturday morning, she did just that. Chloe groggily opened her eyes and rolled out of bed. She had slept in a big white t-shirt that went down to her knees and black underwear. The only thing she did to get ready was pull on some shorts. She ate some cereal and drank her coffee in front of the TV. She had to pee. Pretty badly, actually, but she didn’t mind. About an hour and a half later, her big sister, Emily, woke up and kicked her off the TV, so she went into the backyard and jumped on the trampoline. By then, she urgently needed to urinate, but she still payed it no mind. The liquid sloshed around inside her as she jumped, the weight of it shifting harshly up and down. A while after that, Emily came outside to take the trash out. “Why are you holding yourself like that?” she asked with a sneer. Chloe hadn’t even noticed she was clutching herself between the legs. She forced her hands by her side and shrugged, even though she knew exactly why. “You gotta pee, is that it?” Emily asked. “No!” Chloe defended, embarrassed. “God, you’re so weird. You better not bother me when Jack gets here. I don’t want you embarrassing me in front of him. If you go out, don’t forget your house key. I’m locking the door when we go to the movies.” She went back inside. Chloe’s need had increased exponentially in only a couple of minutes, and now she could barely keep herself from a full-blown potty dance. “That’d be the coffee,” she mumbled, but she didn’t want to go right after she lied to her sister about not needing to. She kept jumping for a while longer, even though it was like shaking a water bottle. She turned away from the windows so Emily wouldn’t see and squeezed herself inside her underwear. The old her would have immediately rushed into the house for sweet relief if it was that bad, but she was so comfortable with it that she stayed on the trampoline for quite a while. It eventually felt like pee was going to start squirting out of her with every jump if she didn’t go soon, so she went back into the house. The backdoor led directly into the kitchen, which then led to the living room, where she saw Emily and Jack giggling on the couch together. When she saw her sister, Emily’s face suddenly turned sour. “What are you doing back in the house?” “Just- getting a drink,” she said sheepishly. “Kitchen’s that way, retard.” Chloe spun around, went back to the kitchen, grabbed a coke and left. Sometimes she wished she were more open about her bodily functions, but it was alright now that she could hold as much liquid inside her as she wanted. She drank the coke as she rode her penny board down the road on the way to her friend Abby’s house. She hoped she’d be home. Maybe she’d be able to use her bathroom. It was hard to stay balanced when she was bursting as bad as she was, but she did well, even on the way-too-loose trucks she had on her penny board. With every kick to propel herself, she felt her bloated bladder throb. Chloe finished the coke as she rode up to the house, squeezing herself with her free hand. She heard people laughing in the backyard, so she around and saw Abby and a few of her other neighborhood friends in the pool. “Chloe!” Abby said. Chloe’s cheeks flushed red a little bit. “Were you guys going to get me?” she asked. “They were going to after I left since I have to be at ballet really soon. If you rush home and get your bathing suit we can hang out for a little while before I have to leave, but you have to go, like, now.” “How much time do you have?” “Not much. Come back as fast as you can!” She left and skated down the road as fast as she could. If she was going swimming, she could pee in the pool. It was weird, but she liked peeing in the pool more than she liked going in the toilet. Not to mention it saves water. She sprinted inside, ignoring whatever comment her sister had thrown at her, and found her bathing suit. It was a red one piece. She tore off her clothes and pulled it on, leaving the house less than a minute after she arrived. Both of her hands were in between her legs as she rode, squeezing and tapping every chance they got. She was really bursting now at this point. The entire night’s worth of urine still sat inside her stagnantly, plus the milk from her cereal, the cup of coffee, and pretty soon, the can of coke. She was still confident in her ability to hold as long as she wanted, though. This wasn’t even the fullest she’d ever been. She thought back to when she downed an entire box of capri-suns and then went on a four hour long car trip to her grandparents house. She was trembling and squirming for the entire drive. She got kind of scared that she’d lose it then, but she managed to wait all the way there, and through the tedious hugs and catch up conversations. It was the most relieving pee she’d ever taken. When she got to Abby’s, she ran around back to find everyone had left and Abby was drying off. “Shit, Chloe, I’m so sorry!” she said, “I really thought I had more time than this.” Chloe’s cheeks turned red again. “It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She turned and left, disappointed and embarrassed. She was seriously busting for a piss as she rode home. She didn’t drink as much, but she’d been holding for much longer than that car ride. Her muscles were getting tired. She tried to keep her hands away from her crotch, but it was no use. Although she was sure she could hold it, she rode much faster than she would if she were empty. The urgency was distracting, and on one kick, the other foot was too far to the side. The board turned rapidly and was sent flying in front of her. She fell on her butt, and because of the speed, she was also thrown on her side. Her elbow hit the concrete really hard. She grimaced, her elbow throbbing and her bottom stinging. She extended her arm, cracking it at the joints. She stood up and felt her butt, and immediately turned beet red. Her suit had was badly torn up. She ran and got back on her penny board, skating as fast as she could back home with both her hands concealing her behind as best she could. Although she needed to pee so bad that her crotch demanded to be held, her decency was more important. She could hold it as long as she wanted. Chloe sprinted inside her room and shut the door before anyone saw. She changed back into her other clothes and threw away her bathing suit. She tried to get into the bathroom, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw her sister on the toilet. “Chloe!” she scolded, grabbing the door and slamming it in her face. She felt so humiliated and stupid. Why couldn’t she do anything right? Her friends had better things to do, her favorite bathing suit was ruined, and her elbow hurt so bad she didn’t want to move it. She also needed to pee so bad she couldn’t stand it. The coke had made its way to her already full bladder, but she was too embarrassed to be seen in the bathroom, even after her sister left. She flumped down on the bed and started to cry. Frustration cries were good. In twenty minutes, she felt much better. Abby was free tomorrow, she’d get a new bathing suit, and her elbow would heal. She still needed to pee extremely badly, though. She jumped up and went to go to the bathroom, but she smelled something foul as she approached the door. She knocked on it. “What?” Emily yelled, audibly annoyed. Chloe sighed, burying her hands in between her legs. She felt ready to pop, but she was still confident in her ability. She grabbed some money from her sock drawer and decided to ride her penny board up to the gas station, which was almost a half hour long ride. About fifteen minutes in, she began to realize that exercise made it harder to hold her pee in. By the time she got to the gas station, it was an emergency. She rested her penny board on the side of the building and ran inside, only to find that the restroom was closed. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Why was her luck so bad today? She was stepping around and squeezing herself as hard as she could. That was the main reason she came all the way here! She only had three dollars, only just enough to buy one thing. The ride over had made her parched. No one in their right mind would buy a drink when they’re bursting to pee, but Chloe believed she could hold it forever. She was trying her best to keep still as the cashier rang up her quart size gatorade, but she wasn’t doing a very good job of it. She politely thanked the cashier with her legs twisted up like a pretzel and rushed outside to get her penny board, but it wasn’t where she left it. Her heart sank. Someone must have stolen it. This must be the worst day of her life. She got it for nine dollars at a yard sale, but it still made her angry. On top of that, the poor girl still had to pee so bad. She started the long walk home with one hand between permanently her legs. She absentmindedly drank the gatorade, despite her urgent need to urinate, and she finished it in about fifteen minutes. Her belly ached from the fullness. Another fifteen minutes after that, when she’d be arriving if she had her penny board, she was almost halfway home. Her need to constantly pause to double over and hold herself didn’t get her home any quicker, either. She still firmly believed in her steel bladder, but it seriously felt like pee was going to start coming out any moment. When she was three quarters of the way home, the gatorade started to hit her. She picked up the pace, briskly walking while intermittently clutching at herself. It was getting really bad. There was so much urine in her pulsating bladder that it had stretched taut and palpable. Twenty minutes later, Chloe was absolutely dying. The entirety of the gatorade seemed to have quickly made its way through her small body and took up residence in her bloated organ. She was half-running half-waddling, squeezing and clutching herself until her knuckles turned white. She felt like crying again. She couldn’t stand it any longer! Her neighborhood came into view, and her house was just a couple more blocks. She was starting to question her ability again. Before she was certain that she could hold it forever, but it felt like she was about to explode! Halfway down the first road, she felt a hot little spurt. She stopped in her tracks, her legs locked together and her hands squeezing hard. She stood there like that for a minute, trembling, her bladder screaming and pleading for relief. She took a deep breath and kept going. Was she really going to lose it? She’d held so much before, but this was a lot, even for her. A night and a day was contained inside her, begging to be let out. Her underwear felt wet. She was on the next road when another hot spurt came out. Instead of stopping, she tried to go faster, but it was a fatal mistake. The spurt turned to a stream that shot powerfully into her shorts. She stopped and held herself like before, but it kept coming. Glistening urine streamed down her legs and dripped onto the pavement. It faltered, squirting intermittently before coming to a stop. It didn’t help at all. If anything, it made it worse. On top of her engorged bladder which ached severely, her urethra now stung like an overworked muscle. As her house came into sight, she started running as fast as she could (which, in her condition, wasn’t very fast) with both of her hands inside her underwear. Urine sloshed around inside her belly as she did so. Her bladder begged her to stop, but she was in the homestretch. She got to her house, sprinted up, and tried the door... Locked. She suddenly remembered Emily telling her to remember to take her house key since she was leaving. She didn’t remember. Chloe was going to explode if she didn’t empty herself soon. She was filled with so much hot piss that it felt like there were gallons of liquid inside of her. She ran around back to try the door, but it was also locked. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t stand the pain anymore. Her entire body trembled as another leak started to come out. With shaking hands, she yanked down her shorts, lifted her long shirt, sat down in the grass, and let go. The relief was beautiful. Her stream was a hissing, golden fountain loudly splattering against the grass. She moaned in relief, not caring that the splashback was soaking her feet and legs. She put her hand on her stomach, feeling her bulge deflate like a balloon. “Oh my god,” she moaned. Her pissing went on and on. She looked down to see the impressive river traveling downhill through the grass. It also pooled around her butt, which was a bit repulsive, but the relief was so orgasmic she couldn’t care any less. As it finally dribbled to an end, she pulled her soaked shorts back up and sat on the front porch, waiting for Emily to get home.
  4. Quackduck

    female The Hostage

    Charlotte sat as upright as a flagpole at the back table in a coffee shop. She wore a grey pantsuit and her hair tightly tied up in a bun. She’d been there for three hours. Every time the barista came by and asked if she was ready for the check, she refused and ordered something else as to not arouse suspicion, though she knew that it wasn’t normal to sit in a coffee shop by yourself for hours on end. People were talking, no doubt. The last thing she needed was attention. Too many cups of coffee and small crumbcakes later, her heart was beating fast and her bladder was so full that it was in constant pain. She fidgeted, but not just from desperation. She was incredibly anxious over her guest being late. Charlotte checked her phone. The last update was an hour ago, when he said he would be there as soon as he could. The only restroom in the shop was employees only, but he could arrive at any moment, so she couldn’t leave the shop for any reason. She sighed and tensed her thighs in response to her bulging, overfull bladder that pulsed agonizingly against her tight clothing. She needed to piss so bad. She wished he’d hurry up and get there already. She couldn’t remember a time where she needed relief this urgently. The bell on the door rang. Her guest had arrived. ”What happened?” she hissed. ”Something came up,” he muttered. ”Well, let’s just get this over with.” She took an envelope from her pocketbook and handed it to him, which he slid into his coat pocket. “It’s a list of names. Three or so.” She looked him in the eye. “By Friday.” He returned a stone cold look. ”How much?” he asked. ”One hundred twenty thou. The party emphasized Friday.” She crossed her legs, trying to hide that her need was an emergency. ”I’ll get it done,” he said, getting up. ”Wait! We can’t both leave at the same time!” ”Then you leave after me,” he sneered, then left. She sat there, still filled with an enormous amount of liquid that tortured her insides. She crossed her legs the other way and held her breath, focusing on keeping the dam closed. She watched him get into the passenger seat of a red car, but it didn’t leave. It just sat there. “Why isn’t he leaving?” she groaned to herself after a few minutes of waiting, her bloated belly pulsing with piss. She discreetly pushed her knuckles in between her legs, wanting any kind of relief she could get. The car was still there almost twenty minutes after that, but she couldn’t take it anymore. Every cup of coffee she’d drank had made its way to her bladder. It hurt so badly she couldn’t think. Risky or not, she needed to empty herself before she exploded. She wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and forced herself to her feet. She composed herself as much as she could as she paid for her things, then thanked the barista as she hobbled out the door. She made it across the parking lot with no leakage. As soon as she was inside her car, she squeezed herself with her left hand and hurriedly jammed the key in the ignition. A knock on her window startled her and nearly made her leak. “Get out,” the man said. It was her guest from before. A cold, anxious feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. She took the key out and did what she was told, grimacing at the pain in her howling tummy. She got into the back seat, where a man had a gun pointed at her. Charlotte was trembling from head to toe. “Where did you get these names?” the man asked as the car began to move. “T-The third party,” she whimpered. “And who is that?” he grumbled impatiently. “I- I can’t-“ “Who is it?” he nearly shouted. “I don’t know their name! I’m just the messenger. Jeremy knows the names.” She tensed her thighs. She needed to pee so badly. All she wanted more than anything was to relieve herself, but at the moment she feared for her life. “You know where to find Jeremy then, right?” She nodded. “Take us to him.” “He lives in Armington, on the southside.” “Take us to him,” he growled. She gulped. It was nearly a two hour car ride. “You’re going the wrong way. Armington’s north. Take 76.” “I can get to Armington. Just tell me where to find him when we get there.” “Can I ask what this is all about?” He didn’t answer. They drove in silence for a little over half an hour. By then, Charlotte was in extraordinary pain. Her bladder was so filled with coffee that it felt like it was going to tear. It bulged out of her like a melon. Every bump and turn made the massive amount of urine slosh around in her belly. Her legs were locked tightly together and she was gripping her pants so hard that her knuckles were turning white. She hadn’t leaked at all, though. She managed to keep every drop of liquid inside of her, even if it was torture. They’d been driving through the almost barren desert for a long time, and she’d made up her mind to face her fears and ask for a toilet break as soon as the opportunity arose. It did. A sign that read “1000 FEET- EXIT 36: FOOD, LODGING” passed by. “C-Can you stop at a restroom at this next exit, please?” she asked with a shaky voice. There was no response. She felt like crying. “Please, I really need to relieve myself.” “You’re just gonna run away as soon as you’re out of sight,” one of the men grumbled. “I won’t, I swear! I have nowhere to go!” They drove past the exit. She groaned in misery, doubling over as her searing bladder screamed in agony. “Please, it’s an emergency. I really- I can’t-“ she had to hold back tears. It hurt so bad. Charlotte was worried that she was doing actual damage to her organs at this point. It felt like there was a bowling ball in her stomach. “I think we need to stop somewhere,” one of the men said. “It’s better than a wet car seat.” The driver grumbled something and pulled over to the side of the road. She almost protested, as she was far too dignified to pee outside, but the pain was excruciaShe rushed to climb out, but the man next to her grabbed her arm tightly. “Try anything funny, you’ll regret it. Nothing out here but desert.” Charlotte squirmed in her seat, pulling her trembling arm away. “Ah!” she whimpered as she climbed out, urine sloshing around inside her. She rushed to undo her belt with shaking hands, doubled over and fidgeting. One of the men came around the car and guarded her. “At least turn around!” she said, halting the process for a moment. She needed to piss so badly she was on the verge of tears, but she still had some dignity. The man rolled his eyes and turned around. Charlotte pulled her pants down to her knees and squatted down. The ground remained dry. Her bladder was absolutely searing as it was squished against her thighs, but her urethra was clamped tight. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, but she was too uncomfortable in her surroundings. On top of being held hostage in a car with three dangerous men, she’d never relieved herself outside before. She closed her eyes and focused on emptying the gallons of hot piss she had contained inside her. It took a while, but she eventually began leaking a bit. It trickled slowly out of her tingling pussy, granting her very little relief. Something was better than nothing, though. “You done yet?” one of the men asked. “Give me a minute,” she said, annoyed, her pathetic stream faltering. “Well, hurry up.” “I need a toilet! I can’t go outside like this.” “Get her back in the car,” the driver said. “I’m tired of waiting.” “No, please!” she pleaded, stemming the stream and pulling her pants up as fast as she could. “I really can’t hold it! I need to go!” She was shoved into the car. She didn’t button her pants since she was still in serious pain. Her breath was bated and her hand was in between her legs as the car began driving again. Twenty minutes later, she was drenched in sweat. Every time she breathed in, it felt like her bladder was under pressure. Her knees were brought up, both hands were squeezing her crotch, and her head was rested back exhaustedly. She was on the verge of tears. “I can’t take it anymore,” she muttered, watching another exit sign come and go. “My bladder hurts so bad it feels like it’s gonna burst.” There was no response. She held back a choked, pained sob. “I- If you don’t stop at a toilet I don’t know what’s going to happen.” She wondered if her bladder could actually explode. Her pussy was tingling and her urethra was burning. Her stomach bulged out against her legs. Still, the men ignored her. The driver hit a pothole. It jarred her bloated belly, sending shockwaves of pain throughout her abdomen as the enormous amount of piss sloshed around inside her. She whimpered, bit into her knuckle, and started to cry. Ten minutes after that, the first leak happened. Charlotte gasped and squeezed harder, her urethra burning hot as the sun. She groaned miserably and doubled over, biting hard into the seat in front of her. A little while after that, it happened again, but with more force. She was starting to lose control. The third time, the leak turned into a forceful stream, which she tried her hardest to stop. “Ah! Owww...” Her legs convulsed in the effort to stop. Urine was pooling around her butt and leaking down her legs. By the time she finally managed to stop, she was completely drenched in pee, but there continued to be a searing pain in her still overfull bladder, which agonizingly ached as bad as it did in the coffee shop. “Uh,” the man next to her said, “I think we really do need to stop at a bathroom.” He seemed almost sympathetic to her situation. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. “The damage is already done,” he said. “I- I still—“ Charlotte started, but didn’t finish. It was no use. She writhed in desperation, the wet fabric of her pants and underwear sticking uncomfortable to her skin. Her face was flushed red from the humiliation of having to sit in a puddle of her own urine like this. She shut her eyes and winced as he hit another pothole. About ten minutes after that, the driver began asking for directions to Jeremy’s house. She tried to keep the pain out of her voice, but it was in vain. The agony she felt from her intense need to urinate was almost unbearable. When they arrived, the two men in front got out of the car. “Make sure she doesn’t try anything while we’re gone,” one of them said. “I’m not going?” she asked, “wait, I have- I have to go. I need to use the bathroom. I really can’t hold it the whole drive back—“ They shut the door on her. She groaned, squeezing herself and leaning her head into the headrest in front of her. Her bloated belly pressed into her wrists. “I don’t know if this will help,” the man next to her said, dumping a gatorade bottle out the window. The sound of splashing liquid against pavement made her cringe. He handed her the empty bottle. “Can you use this?” Charlotte hesitated. She didn’t want to pull her pants down in front of him, but she also didn’t want to wet herself again, and she wanted relief more than anything else in the world. She took the bottle and skinned her pants down just enough so that she could hold it between her legs. Her ass and thighs glistened with urine. The poor, desperate girl took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused on relaxing her muscles. This was even worse than peeing outside, though, and the huge amount of pee remained contained within her small, trembling body. She glanced over at the man and caught him looking. He quickly diverted his gaze, and Charlotte turned an even deeper shade of red. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she spoke. “W-what is all this about?” She struggled to talk through her need to urinate. “Why am I here?” The man stared out the window. “The people on that sheet are members of an organization we have a partnership with.” He went into no further detail. “Will Jeremy be okay?” He nodded his head. “Will I be okay?” He looked her in the eyes. “As long as you do what you’re told.” She couldn’t keep the fear out of her face. He looked down at the bottle she was holding. “And if you don’t piss soon, I’m taking that back. I could get into trouble for helping you like this.” “I can’t. I- I-“ she began to cry. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t release even a single drop of pee. It hurt so badly. The walls of her bladder were stretched so far beyond her normal capacity that it felt like it was pressing on her other organs. “I need a toilet,” she sobbed. “Not a bottle and not the ground.” “This is what you got. It’s all I can do. I don’t want to sit here smelling your piss any more than you want to have to hold it.” “I’m in so much pain. Isn’t there anything you can do?” His face suddenly turned to fear. The other men were coming back. “Pull your pants up.” She hesitated. “Now! Or we’re both dead!” She pulled her pants up and dropped the bottle to the ground. She continued to cry. She couldn’t help it. The pain she was feeling was unbearable. She held herself for the small amount of comfort it gave, not to keep her pee in. If she could completely wet herself, she would do it in a heartbeat. One of the men opened her door, but didn’t let her out. “He told us the names,” he said, “but he didn’t know where to find them. He said you know that.” She nodded, squirming a bit. “Why don’t you tell me why you didn’t just tell us that in the first place and saved us two hours?” He was almost shouting. Charlotte stuttered. A wave of desperation caused her to wince and grip herself harder. The man’s eyes flicked down to her bloated belly. He suddenly drove his fist hard into her bulge, causing her to cry out in agony, tears streaming down her face. He kept his fist there, pushing it further into her stomach. The pain was blinding. She tried in vain to push his arm away, but the torturous feeling of his knuckles pressing down on her overfilled tummy drained her of her strength. “Please-“ she begged, “s-stop!” “Let her go,” the driver said, “we’ve lost enough time already.” He took his arm back and slammed her door. She still felt the ghost of his hand on her belly, as if it were still there. Her bladder spasmed unnaturally, irregularly palpitating like a damaged heart. She felt scared to move, lest she hurt herself even more. The car began to move. “Leonard Miller. Where can we find him?” the driver asked. Charlotte didn’t respond. She was crying, and actually trying to pee herself. “You shouldn’t have hit her, man,” the man next to her said. “I’ll hit her again if she doesn’t start talking!” “Goddamnit, I’m tired of this!” The driver turned into a gas station. “Somebody go with her. Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” The man who sat next to her got out and opened the door for her. She shakily got out, doubled over and cradling her burning bladder. She hobbled slowly into the gas station and went straight to the one-person bathroom. The man waited outside. Although the feeling of the man’s fist in her stomach had subsided, the unbearable aching of her urine-filled organ was still searing. She sat down on the toilet and took a deep breath, ready to finally empty herself of the gallons of piss she had been holding for so long. She sat there in silence, though. She was still locked down tight. Charlotte felt scared now. What damage had been done? She started to cry again, massaging her bursting belly. Her hands were shaking with immense pain, and her urethra stung badly. ‘Maybe if I run the sink, it will be easier to find relief,’ she thought. She looked over at it and saw a small window above the mirror. It was then she felt a different kind of fear. It wasn’t the deep dread she felt for her damaged bladder, though it still screamed to be drained. It was mixed with anticipation and adrenaline. She put her immense need to urinate to the side for a minute and stood on the sink. She pushed the window open with a loud, rusty creak. It led out to behind the building, which was perfect. It wasn’t very big, though. She hoped to god she could fit through. She jumped up and dug her nails into the dirt, squeezing her body through the small opening. Her bladder squished against it, causing her to groan miserably, but she managed to get through. Then she took off as fast as she could, liquid sloshing around inside of her. She ran for a long time, not stopping for any reason, until she was blocks away from the men. It wasn’t until a particularly painful wave of desperation caused her to double over that she finally stopped running, panting and sweating, and still full of fluid. It was then she began to cry again. “You good?” someone asked. Charlotte looked up and saw a skinny blond girl in a crop top, short shorts, and high heels. “I- I dont-“ “Are you hurt?” Charlotte didn’t know how to respond. “I’m not hurt,” she said, struggling to compose herself. “Could you tell me where a bathroom is?” “It seems like it’s too late for that,” the girl said, looking at the dark patch on Charlotte’s pants. She turned bright red. “I can’t- I still have to-“ she stuttered, her legs shaking a bit as she felt herself start to leak. It gradually grew to a more powerful stream until urine was forcefully hissing out of her. She didn’t fight it. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief as her bursting bladder finally drained into her pants, completely soaking the fabric right down to her shoes. It streaked black down her legs and butt. Golden liquid began to escape from her drenched pants and patter to the pavement, forming a puddle that travelled down the sidewalk and into the gutter. Her belly bulge was deflating like a balloon. Finally emptying herself of the ocean of piss that she was holding was absolute bliss. Her stream finally trickled to a stop after what seemed like an eternity of pissing. “Damn,” the girl said, “you ruined your pants.” “I don’t even care,” Charlotte said. She echoed that sentence in her head to keep from crying from the humiliation. “You really had to go,” the girl looked at the river of urine that travelled from beneath Charlotte. “That’s so much piss! Why were you holding so much?” “It’s a long story,” she muttered, leaking a little more pee. “I have clothes you can borrow.” “Thanks.” She followed the girl to her car. “I’m Amber by the way.” “I’m Charlotte,” she half-smiled at her. “Are you sure I can sit down? I don’t want to ruin your seat.” “Just take off your pants and dry your butt.” She hesitated, but seeing as the other option was two hours of public transport back to her house, she did as she was told. She wore a black thong. She put a sweatshirt around her waist when they went into her apartment building. “You can shower if you want,” Amber said when they got inside. As Charlotte stood under the warm water, the reality of her situation hit her hard. She’d have to skip town. She may never see Jeremy again, if he was even still alive. When she finished her shower, she came out and found Amber on the couch, sitting oddly on her foot. “Hey,” Amber greeted, looking almost surprised. “You said you had clothes...?” “Oh right!” She hopped off the couch and looked around in the laundry basket, stepping around and squirming. “You alright?” Charlotte asked. She giggled. “I know why you were holding.” Charlotte gave her a weird look. “You don’t have to deny it,” Amber said, “I’m into it too.” “What are you talking about?” “Omorashi. Why else would you have been holding it for so long? And waited until someone was right there to wet yourself?” She pulled on the hem of her shorts. “I’m not judging you, but that’s not was I was doing.” Amber’s cheeks turned red. “Oh. What were you doing?” She sighed. She felt like she needed to talk to someone. It’s not like she had much to lose anymore. She sat on the couch and explained everything, starting from the beginning, about how she was an operative for an assassination agency that had turned against her, all the way up to the hours of bladder torture she’d been forced to endure. By the time she finished, Amber was sitting on her heel and she was gripping the sides of her shorts. “Wow,” she muttered. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Charlotte asked. Amber shook her head. “I can’t stand up right now,” she said casually. “Either you’re insane or you need to get out of town quick.” “I don’t really care if you don’t believe me, I just needed to get that off my chest.” “Do you have anywhere to go?” Charlotte shook her head. Amber winced and tapped herself between the legs before jumping up and rushing to the bathroom. She stopped outside the door, stepping and squirming in place. “I can help you if you want,” she said, “give you a ride somewhere or something.” “Thanks,” Charlotte said as the bathroom door closed, but she didn’t know where she’d go. Amber’s urine stream was long and hard, loudly splattering against the toilet water and porcelain. After Charlotte got dressed and they got in the car, the only direction she could give Amber was “far from here.” So with that, she started over. To Be Continued
  5. Unknown104

    female Queen Kira's Quest

    Note that this story has very long holding/peeing times and extreme desperation, for those who don't like that sort of thing. This is a follow up to a short story I posted here. I hope you enjoy it! Kira paced down paced in the hallway, a roar of laughter and the sounds of joy filling the night air. She placed a hand on her flat stomach, feeling the metal ribs of the corset under her dress, making her appearance seem deceitfully plain. Her heart raced- how was she going to make it through this? "My queen?" Her head snapped up, her gaze resting upon Vea. Her dark hair had been tied in a ponytail behind her head, wearing a cotton dark blue dress. The fabric stopped a few inches below her knees and above her elbows, still allowing her some freedom. Kira, however, didn't have such a luxury, having forced herself into a long, hot dress. She had made sure to wear a linen shirt and leggings beneath her dress, trying to hide the corset. "Are you sure the corset isn't too tight? We still have a few moments before we have to enter." "No, no thank you." She said, releasing a quivering breath. Kira had prepared for this for weeks, making sure she didn't take in as many fluids as usual. She had focused on being able to hold without showing her desperation outwardly. Countless mages in her court had given her numerous potions, spells, and other magical elements which strengthened her bladder muscles, allowing her to hold much more for much, much longer than any of her kind. Yet, she still felt incredibly the desperation that came with holding her waters for so long. She felt Vea's soft hand touch her shoulder. "It's only two short hours. You've made it this far, I'm sure you can make it." Vea said with a small, comforting grin. "Sir Bandon said you could have your first break if you were accepted tonight. I'll be right there if anything happens, my queen." Kira took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. "Thank you... I... I needed that." She exhaled, opening her eyes. "Let's go." Vea nodded. She stepped forward and pushed the door open before she stepped to the side. Kira entered, coming to an abrupt end. A single, rectangular table sat in the middle of the room, a plate in the middle filled with different meats, bread and salt, and a pitcher of wine. Sir Bandon and his older son sat on the left, the son giving her a cold state as she approached. His younger son sat at the right side with a woman, no older than the age of twenty-five. A woman sat at the top of the table, taking one more bite out of her pork sausage before she wiped her mouth. Two chairs had been left vacant for the two at the bottom of the table. "Good evening, Sir Bandon." Queen Kira bowed. Her thighs twitch a little as it accommodated the new pressure. She stayed bowed for a respectable amount of time, before rising once again. "And to you too, Queen Kira." He nodded. His clothes were fine, made of fresh wool and silk. He wore a large fur cloak, certainly worn and old. "You've met my sons, Gregor and Benjen." His wrinkled right hand motioned to the two. "Good evening," She bowed her head slightly, before turning her attention back to Sir Bandon. "I left the copper and silver with your treasurer, as requested, and I have brought my adviser. I hope that isn't a problem." "Not at all." He smiled. "Ah,- where are my manners," He stood up, motioning to the lady at the head of the table. "Allow me to introduce you to my liege lady, Lady Laerra. She holds Dominion over this and many other regions in the Human Kingdom." Lady Laerra glanced up at her with a smile. "Good evening. It is an honor to meet an Elven Queen." "The honor is mine, my lady." "Please, sit." Kira nodded, quickly taking her seat. An empty plate sat in front of her with a wooden fork and knife, with a small, metal goblet sitting beside the plate. Vea sat beside her, an open chair left between her and Gregor. "Well, don't just sit there, girl!" Sir Bandon raised his voice to the girl. Her head shot up, a glassy film over her eyes. "Y-Yes, forgive me, milord." She quickly stood, a large bulge filling her midriff. The woman quickly grabbed the pitcher of wine and shuffled to Kira's side. She could feel her ragged breath on her neck as she filled her cup. Kira glanced to the left, watching her hobble over to Vea and repeat the process, her bladder sending little pangs of need each time she heard the splashing of wine. She set the pitcher down at the center of the table, making her way back to her seat. "We've prepared pork, mutton, beef, and venison, along with our bread and salt. I'm sure you'll be satisfied." Sir Bandon said. Kira cautiously looked up at Lady Laerra, assuring she had permission before taking some bread and venison. She nodded. The other's continued with their meals as Kira took a small bite out of the venison. It had been masterfully prepared, though she didn't really have the capacity to admire it, what with thoughts of her full bladder cluttering her mind. Her eyes wandered back over to the servant's, her face straining as she shuffled in her seat. A trembling hand rubbed her bladder, her legs double crossed underneath the table. Kira could relate to the poor girl's plight, though she didn't have the luxury of being outwardly desperate or crossing her legs for that matter. "So... I must ask, Queen Kira," Lady Laerra asked as she stabbed into another piece of her sausage. "Pardon me if this seems crude, but how did you come to be in charge of the Elven Kingdom?" She quickly took another bite. "As far as I've heard, your father was a blacksmith and your mother a tavern maid... Anyone else in your position wouldn't be anywhere near a throne." Kira glanced towards the floor. "Well... I cannot say it has been easy..." She huffed. "A civil war had broken out between the elves once I had reached womanhood. My father and I smithed sharp weapons and strong armor to our prior queen, Lady Ana. She and I became acquainted, and eventually, we had won, though our enemies cursed us and swore vengeance. We've yet to encounter them again. " She took a small sip of wine, all the talking making her mouth dry up. "Eventually, she passed, and appointed me the ruler." "I see," Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "What is this lass' story, then?" She pointed her fork towards Vea. "She's my right hand, my lady. She was once a skilled archer, bound in service to Lady Ana. When she passed, she then swore to serve me, though under a different role." She took a sip from her cup, her eyes darting to Vea for a moment before returning to Lady Laerra. "Vea is an excellent adviser and a better friend. I doubt I would be where I was today if not for her." She glanced over to her, a small grin on her face. Vea took a bite out of her bread, straightened her lips and glancing downwards. A particularly strong urge made itself apparent, causing her to squeeze her legs together. She'd have ripped the lower half of the dress away to cross her legs if this meeting wasn't so important. "M-Malady..." The woman to their right spoke, her entire form shivering. "Might I-I be ex- excused?" "No, you may not." The poor girl whimpered, her arms tensing up and her elbows locked, both hands shoved in her crotch. "Please, malady, it- it's rather urgent." "She said no, girl." Gregor snapped. His tone was harsher. The girl moaned quietly, slumped over in her chair. "Show respect to your liege lady, peasant!" Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, forcing her back up to the chair. Her face was covered in sweat, tears welling in her eyes. "Malady-" A pained whine passed through her, rocking in her chair. "It- it's been , I need to release!" She took a few quick breaths in. "I-I can't-" A hissing sound filled the room. Piss splattered on the ground. Kira's eyes widened as the girl pissed, hard. She felt her hands move to her lap, squeezing her dress as she focused on keeping her own load inside. The four humans stared at her in shock as she continued to pee. "I'm sorry, I-I-I can't stop!" She cried, her clothes soaked with piss. Kira's face strained as she clenched her thighs together, her legs shaking from the effort. Eventually, her stream slowed to a stop, tears staining her cheeks and a large puddle forming under the table. "I..." She looked up to Lady Laerra. "I'm so sorry, my lady! Please forgive me!" "Get her out of my sight." Lady Laerra commanded. " . Take her to her quarters." "Right away, my lady." Sir Bandon stood, along with his sons. Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her out from her chair forcibly. "This way, wench. You'd have better enjoyed it. Making a mockery of us..." He grumbled. "It might be the last time you piss for a very long time, girl," Gregor spoke, his voice raspy. "You wait till your father hears of this." The four exited the room. Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "I apologize. She will be punished for such rudeness." "Worry not, Lady Laerra." "Anyway, I think we should move to the topic at hand: our deal." "Y- Yes?" Kira raised her head. Her bladder throbbed, begging for any form of release. The Lady stared her down for a moment, taking note of every fidget and twitch Kira made- every sign of need or urgency about her. "The gold you've given us is adequate, and you haven't released your waters in well over five months now..." She took a quick sip of her wine. "But, your kingdom has almost nothing to give us in return. Our lands are plentiful and fertile, our soldiers are many and strong, and we have no use for your weapons." She lifted her glass up, swishing the wine around as she shot Kira a devious look- similar to that Sir Bandon's sons had given her in the months prior. "Honestly, I could keep you filled and desperate for months longer." "You can't!" Kira's head shot to the right. Vea leaned forward in her seat. "And why not?" "Queen Kira has held for long enough! She has proven her worth!" She spoke with passion, standing up and pushing her chair back. "For five months, she has fought day in and day out for her kingdom! She's spent countless nights staying awake so she would still keep her oath! She has never been late on the deliveries for coin, or steel, or arms!" She pled, clasping her hands together and intertwining her fingers. "Please, my lady. She deserves some rest, for a few nights, at least." Lady Laerra looked up at her. She stared in silence for a minute. Then two. Three, four, five... "You," She pointed a thin finger to Vea "grab the chamberpot." Her finger moved to the corner of the room, a large, brass pot sat at the corner. Vea nodded, quickly retrieving it. She took it by its sides and picked it up, her arms barely wrapping around it to pick it up. It was about twice as heavy as any crossbow or sword she had ever held, and just as wide as a shield. She took slow, cautious steps. Queen Kira could feel her desperation rising with each step Vea took with the chamber pot in her hands. The corset seemed to grow tighter, her bladder bump seeming to grow larger, and the need undeniably growing to its breaking point. She fidgeted a little, her legs crossing as she tried to keep her composure "That pot could easily hold the waters of even the fullest bladder. We used to use them as wine pitchers for feasts, though they were far too impractical. They could fit around half a keg if you filled it to the brim." Lady Laerra stood up from the table. "Set it down, right beside your queen." Vea did as she was told and stood at Kira's side, wishing not to endanger her queen's chances of relief any further. "You'll have your chance to relieve yourself, but not before I have." She hiked up her long dress, pulling her panties down and squatting down over the pot. Queen Kira stared at her with wide eyes. "N-No, my lady, ple-" A loud hissing sound filled the room, piss colliding with the inner walls of the chamberpot. Kira almost doubled over, her legs squeezed together tightly. She took a few bated breaths, attempting to turn her head away. "You watch if you want to pee after me." She groaned quietly and focused directly on her, as much as it pained her bladder to do so. Lady Laerra stared at her, her face as solid and stoic as stone. Kira almost questioned if she could feel anything. A minute or so passed, her stream still going as strong as when she began. She rubbed her bladder over the corset, throbbing wildly she leaned forward slightly. One hand had balled itself into a fist, the other pressed into her lap. Two desperate minutes passed, the stream still very strong. Kira held herself openly with both hands, not caring who saw or how she acted anymore. She could feel her bladder trying to push its overfilled load out onto the floor of Lady Laerra's kitchen. Vea watched on- she had never seen her Queen this desperate, not even on her worst nights. "My lady, please. The Queen-" "N-No, I can wait..." Kira said, her voice shaking and quiet. Her entire body strained and trembled, exerting so much force to keep her pee from leaking out. Two more minutes passed. Tears formed in Kira's eyes. She had turned towards the Lady, forcing herself to keep her eyes on her, no matter how difficult it was. Sweat poured from her legs and chest, her linen shirt surely drenched by this point. Her teeth felt like they were floating, her piss dangerously close to squirting out. Finally, the stream abruptly stopped, still quite strong by the end of it. Kira could've sworn she saw her legs twitch as she stopped, though she didn't have the capacity to process it at the moment, currently taken up by five months worth of pee. Her head shot up, watching as Lady Laerra pulled her panties back up. "You may go." She didn't need to tell her twice. Kira shot up out of her chair and hiked up her dress. She tore her leggings down with her panties, a torrent of pee shooting out of her forcefully. Her whole body tensed for a moment, then relaxed. She felt her arms fall to her sides, her aching bladder crying out in ecstatic glee now that it was finally able to release. A goofy smile spread across her face, the world around her seeming to fade away in the relief. Her mind felt foggy- as if she had just awoken from a long slumber. The feeling continued for what seemed like an eternity, and she relished in every second of it. "Stop." Kira hadn't been expecting her to have to stop. Panic set in almost immediately. She squeezed her legs together, clenching her muscles up, but the stream still flowed. Her brow wrinkled and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying her hardest to stop it. "I said stop." Lady Laerra repeated, a little harsher this time. "I-I'm trying..." Kira locked up, her body straining and creaking under her demands. She'd have loved to just sit there and piss the entire contents of her bladder out... with no one to stop her from relieving herself. Alas, she wasn't so lucky. Tears came to her eyes, her legs shaking as she finally managed to slow the stream. She finally cut it off, her urethra stinging and her bladder howling for more to be released. Kira pulled her leggings back up and pushed her dress. She walked back over to Vea and clasped her hands together. Her arms were shaky, uneasy, though her legs were in such a worse state. Her bladder throbbed wildly, only a fraction of its capacity being released in the short minutes it had been allowed to release it. "Now, remind me..." Lady Laerra crossed her legs. "How long of a drive is it back to your capital?" "T-Three days, my lady." "You may release the rest once you get there. That shouldn't be a problem, should it?" Lady Laerra questioned with s devilish smile, leaning forward and taking a sip of her wine. "You're not going to piss yourself, are you queen? I will find out if you do, and you what happens then." "Of course not, my lady," Kira responded with a shaken voice, though she wasn't certain she could keep her promise. if she could've, she'd have pissed right then and there and would've gladly taken whatever punishment Lady Laerra's could've dished out, but there was more at stake than just her. She had a kingdom to feed and protect, she wasn't going to fail them- quite the opposite, in fact. Kira was going to give it her all, regardless of whether she had to hold another three days or another three months. "Good. You've got a long ride ahead of you, best hurry along." "R-Right, yes." She stepped to the right side of the table. "Thank you for your hospitality, my lady. I look forward to our next meeting." "As do I, Queen Kira." "Until then." She quickly turned around and heading towards the exit. Vea pushed the door open for her, allowing her to step through first. She shot Lady Laerra an angered glare, but she still kept her little devious grin. "Vea," Her head turned, immediately shutting the door and walking towards her queen. "Yes, my queen?" Kira was leaned against the wall, her legs pressed together and a hand in her lap. "Let's go." "Yes, my queen. I'll get the carriage."
  6. Quackduck

    The Hostage Chapter

    Amber got a call from her boss frantically asking if she could come in just as she pulled into the motel parking lot. She was barista at a cafe a few miles from her apartment. She wanted to stay with Charlotte for a while, but money was seriously tight. She begrudgingly accepted the sudden request and made her way to the building. The door swung open almost as soon as Amber had knocked on it. “Oh, thank god!” Charlotte sighed. Amber held out the tote bag, thinking she was referring to the money. “It’s as much as I could grab. I felt kind of weird carrying that much money.” “I’m glad you’re okay,” she said, dropping the bag on the ground by the door and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what more they’d need from me, but I’m still on edge.” “Listen, I need to get to work, but I’ll be back soon, okay?” “Oh. Okay.” She hugged her and left as quickly as she came. During the long drive, she developed another dull, aching need to pee, but this time there were no bathroom stops. She changed into her work clothes in the car (white shirt, black skirt and apron) and went inside. The amount of customers surprised her. It was usually pretty busy since it doubled as a restaurant, but not like this. “Oh, finally!” her boss said from behind the counter. “I had to pick up the slack here. Three people called out today! You take the cafe. I’ll be in the restaurant if you need me.” Amber took the job because she loved coffee. Working there didn’t ruin it for her, as it often does for people. When she messed up an order, she always drank the coffee that the customer didn’t accept so it didn’t go to waste. Today, it was overwhelming for her to deal with so many customers by herself, and mistakes were plenty. Since she was so busy, she didn’t realize how much coffee she was consuming until a few hours into her shift, when she bent down to pick up a fallen cup and little bit of coffee came up. She coughed and sputtered, the back of her throat stinging a bit. It was then she noticed how much she overdrank, and how much the ache in her bladder had turned into a desperate need to piss. The crowd had thinned, but there were still too many customers there for her to leave her post. She clenched her legs tightly together as she took someone’s order, speaking and smiling as best she could. She just needed to wait until the desperation passed, as it always did. It also always came back even worse, but she wasn’t thinking about that. The sensation settled into a nagging ache that sat heavily in her belly. It was far stronger than Amber wanted. In fact, it was really distracting. After another hour, she couldn’t keep her feet still. This is normal for most people when they really need to pee, but for Amber it meant things were seriously getting bad. She was so skilled and experienced at holding that she could keep from squirming even when she really wanted to, and the fact that she couldn’t control herself was a bit alarming. The situation would be pretty arousing if she wasn’t so serious about her job. She noticed her boss standing idle multiple times, and decided to ask her for a break as soon as the opportunity arose. About a half an hour passed and the crowd had mostly left in the cafe. Amber was bloated with piss and it was almost closing time. She did her best to hide her squirming from the customers, but everyone who saw her knew exactly what was going on. The poor thing was trembling with desperation. The restroom was so alluring, but there were just enough people inside for her to not be able to leave her post. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” one woman asked her sympathetically. “Y-Yeah, just fine,” she replied. She held her breath as she rang up her order. As soon as she was done, she rushed over to her boss and asked for a break. “You can just take off now,” she said. “It’s all food orders. I’ll see you next week.” “Thank you,” she said, a bit more graciously than intended, and bolted to the bathroom. She lifted her skirt and was about to sit on the toilet before she stopped. Her legs were shaking and her bladder was screaming, but she realized that if she was just going home, she could have a great hold. “Can I make it home?” she mumbled to herself, pulling the waistband of her underwear away from her bulging, distending bladder. ”I guess I’ll find out.” She smoothed her skirt out and rushed out of the cafe to her car. She thought about what she was going to do when she got home. She’d make a beeline for the shower, masturbate, then wet her work clothes. In the car, one hand was clenching her crotch with all of her strength while the other held the steering wheel. In the privacy of her car, she was very vocal about her need, moaning and groaning in response to the waves of desperation she was suffering through. “Oh my godddd—“ she moaned, bouncing a few times before grinding into the seat. It was starting to really hurt. She loved being full, but she didn’t usually get this desperate. She would have climaxed and emptied herself by now. Amber turned a corner and had to hit her brakes hard, making urine slosh around painfully inside her. Police lights were flashing around the long line of cars that stretched two blocks down the road. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered. She saw traffic cones and cop cars around a car that seemed to have driven into the stoplight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She swore, shifting her position. Suddenly, her excitement was replaced with fear that she’d wet her car seat. “God, I need to pee so bad. I should have gone at the cafe. Why didn’t I go at the cafe? I’m gonna burst. I’m just gonna explode all over my car and have to go to the hospital. It hurts so bad. Stop thinking about it!” She turned on the radio, but nothing could keep her mind off the searing agony in her abdomen. She counted the individual minutes as they went by. After 23 minutes, Amber had made significant progress through the traffic, but she was about to start crying. Her plan had changed from going straight to the bathtub to emptying her bladder enough for her kidneys to stop aching. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. She bit hard into the steering wheel, scrunching up her face and squeezing her bare pussy inside of her underwear. A tiny spurt of pee came out, wetting her palms. “Uhnn!” she moaned, rubbing her crotch hard and shaking even more. She wanted to just wet herself right there, but she thought about what Charlotte had gone through and how much worse it must have been. If she could do it, so could Amber. She made it out of traffic ten minutes later. At this point, she couldn’t sit right. Her kidneys were searing and her piss bulge was so huge that she had pulled the seatbelt down to her knees so it wouldn’t apply any pressure, and her skirt was hiked up so it wouldn’t squish her stomach anymore. The poor girl wasn’t even complaining anymore. She just wanted to pee. The parking lot was rather crowded, as it usually was at that time of night, so she had to park much farther away than she wanted. She parked horribly, but didn’t even attempt to redo it. She got out and forced herself to hobble all the way to her complex, bent over and holding herself. The cramping in her kidneys was a new sensation for her and was a bit alarming, but she was already so close to home. She managed to get up the stairs (luckily she only lived on the second story) and fumbled with her keys. She jammed it into the lock and tried to turn it, but it didn’t turn. She realized she’d used the wrong key. She tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck in there. “Fuck!” she swore, nearly sobbing. Her legs were shaking like crazy, and her coffee-filled bladder pulsed so heavily that it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. “Oh my god, please!” she begged as pulled hard on the key. A short but powerful squirt escaped into her underwear as she did so, forcing her to lurch forward. Her pussy tingled strongly, but she wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or something unhealthy. She spurted again, this time much more than she did before. Amber gasped and rubbed herself hard between her legs to alleviate the stinging in her urethra. It was definitely arousal. Just as she managed to get the key unstuck, she leaked and caused major damage to her underwear. She stood there frozen for a minute as the urine streamed down her legs and splattered to the ground before her stream was stemmed by the iron grip she had on herself. Her cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment and the fact that she felt unbelievably horny. Doubled over and shaking, she waddled as fast as she could into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. The bursting girl stuck her hands in her underwear and squeezed her bare pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. When she got into the bathroom, although her body vehemently demanded that she did so, she didn’t empty her screaming, overfull bladder. She started undressing. Amber sat on the closed toilet lid, grinding and shaking to contain her liquid, as she removed her shirt and bra. Then she leapt up and practically tore her skirt and underwear off before getting in the bathtub and immediately touching herself. She massaged her clitoris as she focused on her dire need. She’d never been this desperate to pee. She ran her hand over her distended bladder, which was swelled far past capacity with hot piss that ached severely. She knew this was too much, but she didn’t want to go. If she explored this potentially harmful area just once, it wouldn’t be too bad, right? She began massaging her swollen organ, and it made her legs tremble. Her kidneys felt like they were going to pop, but her pussy was on fire. Her forefinger went deep inside her as she began thinking about Charlotte and how unbearably desperate she was in her story; the look of pure bliss on her blushing face as she let go, tons of golden liquid cascading down her legs. She added another finger. Charlotte must have felt similar sensations as Amber felt now. Her bladder felt like it was going break open, her belly so huge that she looked pregnant. She spread her fingers. She felt urine begin continuously trickling out extremely slightly.
  7. Pain

    female The Iron Queen

    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.
  8. This started off as a little request for a friend and kind of spiralled into this. If ya'll like it I might continue it! ---- The great Ember stirred from her sleep... she had been lying within the mountain cave for some two thousand years, dreaming and peaceful. Though, the last few centuries had been somewhat turbulent, with occasional squirming and moaning, that eventually became constant, and an endless sea of vivid, erotic dreams. In her mind she was teased and pleasured by a dozen lovers, and never allowed to reach her climax. Her pent up arousal had built up as the magma beneath the earth would before a volcano erupts. In a similar fashion, the many dozens of lakes she had consumed before her long rest had now filtered into her gargantuan bladder, forming a bulge in her lower stomach the size of a large swimming pool, and with ten times the volume of liquids compressed within; yellow, steaming and frothing angrily for release. Amongst the sexual frustration of her long dreams had come splashes of bathroom urgency, she dreamed of the sea coming to destroy the world, and only she could save it by consuming every last drop. She dreamt that the sea was angry, taking the form of a beautiful water nymph contained inside her cavernous fluid tankard, and that she was violently pummelling her pussy for escape from piss prison. Her crotch was the size of house, and it throbbed with need throughout this all, clenching rhythmically in her sleep, pulsing in time with her heart. It was near her time to awaken... Finally, when the time had come for this curvaceous creature to wake, her massive thighs came together to squeeze her lower muscles, she shivered in urgency to create her yellow lake, and to settle the tightly wound heat within her. When her eyes opened, Ember took in her surroundings, the same old cave she’d rested in all those millennia ago. It was home, deep within a mountainside, and she felt refreshed from the rest. One mighty claw moved to her dragoness womanhood, teasing the slick, puffy lips with her fingers and cooing softly at the sensations of pleasure that tingled up her wide hips, her truly vast rear end wiggling her thick tail. An oozing trickle of her liquid lust made her inner thighs sticky, and she grunted, tensing her face, when a sharp pulse of piss need shook her bladder walls.The hot contents of her cavernous container were threatening to spew forth, spraying haphazardly around and flooding her lair. Ember held it in, corking herself with her will. She rolled, gently onto her back, and brought her over palm down to massage the firm swell of her lower stomach; her distended bladder. She could feel it quivering beneath her touch like a frightened deer, but she attempted to sooth it, shushing it and its protests for relief. “Soon...” she breathed, her voice heavy and soft; husky and dripping with arousal. There was a giant lake right outside her cave, it had served as her bathroom for eons; a river flowed down into it and another out of it again, meaning the water was constantly filtered and made fresh. Often she used it to bathe, but those rare times when she required a piss it would take but a few months for the urine to have filtered out completely. Given that she often felt no urge at all until at least a hundred years after her last release, this was plenty of time for it to make itself useful as her personal toilet. With the knowledge that relief was close at hand, she had nothing to fear, so decided to enjoy her incredible fullness a while longer. Perhaps using it to bring about the climax she craved almost as dearly as the enormous leak wanted to be taken. The palm on her bladder pressed down firmly, causing her to grunt heavily and whine to herself, her pussy ached and spasmed with desire, hungry for her huge fingers. She gave them to her. Though they were clawed, she had long-since filed them down, not requiring them for defence any longer now that the ancient ages had passed and no creature alive existed to threaten her. The huge fingers reached deep within the clenching caverns of her vagina, her lower palm now grinding against her stiffened clitoris and moist labia. Ember found the rock hard pressing of her bladder inside herself and began to grind her fingers against it, sending shivers of desperation down her spine. Her hind legs rose up as she felt the orgasm that was several millennia overdue building at last. Her truly huge, jiggling ass cheeks were on display, and her rear end wobbled as her tail bounced gently beneath it. She wanted it to last, but the pleasure of her urine crushing down on her g-spot was enough to make her scream; it was all she could do to avoid cumming instantly when her fingers had entered. So, as she continued to crush her boiling ocean from within, massage her sparking clit, and mash her palm against her engorged lower lips, Ember knew that the inevitable would soon come at last. She gasped loudly, a booming noise, and then began to grunt, buck her hips and cry out. Smoke puffed from her snout as the brimstone within her boiled as hot as her piss. Her moans were so loud that the whole mountain shook. It was just as the beautiful beast was on the verge of an earth shattering climax, that she heard the screams. Freezing in place, Ember’s impeccable hearing perked up, and the sound of distressed humans was obvious. Frowning, having not recalled any human settlements near her when she’d slept; she cursed herself for not checking. Her bladder took this moment to demand release, and she cringed, withdrawing her fingers and using them to plug up her puckered piss hole, which itself was the size of a house. The ancient dragoness clenched with all her limitless might, and struggled to rise to her feet, spreading her aching wings and attempting to make her way out of the cave, only lead to a powerful slosh as her ocean of urine shifted inside her. The mass of hot, angrily boiling piss was vast, even for someone of her size. She whined softly, her face flushed, as the pressure of her bladder only intensified her arousal, and yet more of her juices made her plump thighs all sticky. The pressure of her bladder was significantly worse now, especially when combined with the how tortuously close she’d come to fulfilling her most animalistic of needs. Ember finally made her way out of her cave, the morning air making her shiver, and her muscles tremble. Casting her gorgeous, orange eyes down, she was stunned and frozen in shock. Where before had been her personal lake for relief and refreshment, there was now dry land, and a large, bustling village of humans. They had heard her moans as roars, and the shaking mountain was seen as evidence of her fury. Their legends had long told of a terrible dragon that would bring forth a steaming, burning, yellow blaze of destruction, and they believed their time had come. Ember had no way to communicate with these people, so she decided only to leave, to fly away to some new place with a new ocean, far from people. Somewhere she could live in peace, pleasure herself, and water the flowers in privacy. Her wings were curled up from her rest, cramped and asleep, but she gently forced them to open, stretching wide on her hind legs briefly. All of this caused her a cacophony of sloshing, splashing sound; it felt if a tsunami had struck her insides, and in truth it had. Ember, wings outstretched, froze in place and closed her eyes, a grunt echoing loudly across the valley. Her teeth bared and clenched, her thighs shook and caused tremors to disturb the mountain once more, and the cries of the humans increased. She must have been about to unleash the awful burning heat that would destroy their homes and lives, surely! Unbeknownst to them, Ember was using all her mighty muscles to avoid this. Oh, how badly she wanted to piss now! How much the pressure was causing her loins to burn with desire! How she wanted to just lift one of her mighty, meaty hind legs and let rip a thunderous waterfall of hot piss right now; like the world's largest dog in the world's hottest heat. She wanted to piss her mind away, and then grind her aching pussy on the mountain’s surface until she came as hard as anything had cum before. Calling out and spraying her fluids of pleasure and pressure far and wide. Yet she knew that a good, and proud Dragoness, would never piss where men might see, where anyone might see. She would fly to the oceans, to the most isolated parts of the world and only then would she release herself. The journey would take some days, but she could hold it. A dragon can hold her piss forever if need be, and Ember was the strongest dragon of them all. Only, now she didn’t feel like a dragon; she felt like a puppy, a bursting bitch clawing at the door to be let out, to find a nearby tree a-and... no. She was strong. She would not piss, not yet. A dragon never pisses. As she repeated this and similar mantras in her mind, she spread her wings and, with a hefty swoosh, took to the air. Deep within, her bladder sloshed with a noise like thunder, and the people cried and held their loved ones close. Ember paid them no mind, and hurried away from the city, out beyond them and into the distance. She was a swift flyer, even with all this extra weight to keep her from her usual altitude, yet it mattered not. Settling in for the short, few-day-flight to relief, she forced her mind to leave her bladder for now. Not entirely successfully, as her horny brain kept reminding her how full she was, even fuller than typically after such a sleep, and how erotic the stretching feeling was. With every stroke of her wings, the fluids inside her swirled up and down, crashing into the top and bottom of her absurdly wide bladder walls, bulging either her stomach slightly further outwards, or making contact with the rest of her internals and squishing them for extra space. Ember’s payload was truly gargantuan, and she couldn’t help leaking frequent quantities of natural lubrication down onto the hills and valleys bellow her. What didn’t help at all were the rains that soon started. Gentle enough at first, then high powered winds that smashed against her and slowed her forward progress. The clouds grew heavy and grey with moisture, and when they could hold it no longer it was unleashed on the countryside. Each tiny droplet was like a stinging spark of electricity to Ember, shooting through her body and focusing in on the mass of conductive, pent up piddle inside her abdomen. She squirmed in the air, slowing her flight even more and causing her to drop down lower from the clouds and their terrible, gushing sounds. Though it wasn’t easy, Ember managed to adjust to this noise, letting the pitter-patter of raindrops become like background static. The feeling of the droplets on her scales was harder to ignore, or picture as anything but what it was, yet she managed to settle the revolting of her bladder by again maintaining her mantra, this time cooing it to herself as if it were a prayer. “Dragons don’t piss. Dragons never piss. I do not need to piss. I could hold forever if I wanted. I can wait as long as it takes. Dragons don’t piss.” This worked for a time. After about five miles of distance, she came across a huge body of water within a stone structure. Ember now realised how her relief had gone away; the humans had constructed an impressive dam to hold the water at bay and open the lands up for settling. Despite the inconvenience this had caused her by delaying her comfort, she found herself impressed by the little creatures. They always found new ways to make use of the lands, and bring Mother Nature to heel. Ember was reflected on how alike the structure was her own privates now; a solid wall that valiantly held back the will of nature and of water, containing thousands of gallons of furious water. One of her many dreams returned to her, that of the terrible water Nymph she had drank and held prisoner. Her wings shuddered with the rest of her. The dam had almost passed her by, when her enhanced vision spotted something alarming. There was a crack, a crack forming in the stone. One here, another elsewhere, and at once they were all about! Ember stopped where she was, keeping herself in the air, and brought her front legs to her mouth in a gasp. The dam was shuddering under the weight of something, but what? The rain! Realisation came as strong as and as forceful as the waves did to the walls of the human creation. The torrential rainfall had caused a build up in the water, and perhaps caused by some random strike of lightning, or a rouge gust of wind, a terrible series of waves had formed inside the contained lake. The battering of these waves had not been planned for by whoever built this dam, and it was coming crumbling down. It was with horror that Ember realised the people of the town would literally be washed away by this flood; their doom! It was her duty as a greater being, an older being, to prevent this. In searching her mind, she closed her eyes and groaned, heavily, inwardly, as she realised the only thing she could do to save them. It was going to be painful, but she must. Ember would have to drink it all. Just as the benevolent beast had mentally prepared herself for this task, the dam suddenly burst! The water sent the stone wall exploding in all directions, crumbling it to dust beneath its force and flooding down the valleys, heading directly for the village as her personal lake once had. Ember wasted no time, closing her mind and her nerves to the pain in her bladder from the sound, the sight, and now the sudden movement; she soared through the air at top speed to catch the flood. It took about two miles for her to catch up, and by then the village was in sight! The people who had been celebrating the falseness of their prophesied demise, and the departure of the dragon, were suddenly thrown into hysteria again as they saw both her, and the waves, approaching. By now, Ember was ahead of the water, and had only to find some way to direct it into her jaws. She got ahead of it and landed only a mile from the people, her back to them, facing the hurtling, exponentially accelerating water. Her brow lowered, her eyes narrowed, and with a mighty deep breath she unleashed a great wave of fire which reduced the hills either side of her to molten lava. Once done, her wings spread out and cupped this magma, unharmed by its heat, then shifted the masses into a sort of funnel shape, directing all the water towards her face. Finally, she took a deep breath, blowing the rock until it started to harden once more. She opened her jaws as wide as she could and prepared herself, her stomach, and her poor bladder for the impact. --- That's all for now, let me know what you think and it may continue! Also, while you're here, you can check out some similar little ideas on my forum thread: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/47053-tiny-stories-and-poems-of-desperation/ Thanks for reading! ❤️
  9. Quackduck

    ‘Cause I kind of like it

    Three girls sat watching TV one night; Dana, Madison, and Sasha. Madison found herself absentmindedly squirming in her seat. “Damn, I gotta pee,” she muttered, but didn’t get up. “You hold your pee way too much,” Sasha told her, “you’re gonna get a UTI. The bathroom’s right there.” “Maybe if I hold it for a really long time, my bladder will stretch and I’ll won’t have to pee as much,” she joked. Her bladder was annoyingly small. “That logic is stupid and you should go to the bathroom.” “I mean,” Dana said, “it kind of makes sense.” “No it doesn’t,” Sasha said, “I don’t eat more now so I can eat more later.” “You can if you wanted to,” Dana replied. “You really think it makes sense?” Madison asked, fanning her legs. Dana shrugged. “A little bit.” “I’m gonna try it then.” Sasha sighed. “I swear, if you pee on my couch.” “I’m not gonna pee on your couch,” she said. She thought about it for a second, then got up and got a towel out of the bathroom and put it down to sit on. About a half an hour later, she was squeezing herself intermittently and constantly fidgeting. “How’s it coming along?” Dana asked. “I really gotta go,” she giggled a bit. “Maybe you should put on your bathing suit so you don’t ruin your pants.” She had white shorts on. “Yeah, I’ll be right back.” She ran upstairs, liquid sloshing around inside her with every step, and got her rainbow one-piece. Madison danced around and held herself as she stripped naked. She went into the bathroom when she was completely nude and looked for a bladder bulge, but there wasn’t one yet. She glanced longingly at the toilet before going back to the room and pulling on her suit, which was a bit too small for her. Then she went downstairs and sat back down on the towel, still badly needing to urinate. Another half hour later, she couldn’t sit still to save her life. Madison was constantly scooting back and forth, squeezing herself tightly and writhing around, desperately trying to keep herself contained. “How’re you doing?” Dana asked. “I have to pee so bad!” she gripped herself and doubled over. “I’m really bursting...” “You gotta hold it in, though.” Madison took a deep breath before sitting up. “I’m gonna go check if I have a bulge.” She got up and made her way to the stairs. “A what?” “A bladder bulge,” she stood there squirming and stepping around, “like, when you have to pee so much it sticks out of your belly.” Dana didn’t know what she was talking about, so she came with her. In the bathroom, Madison pulled her suit off so it hung from her upper thighs. “A little bit,” she muttered, trying to keep her squirming to a minimum. There was a small bump protruding out of her belly. “I’ve never seen that before,” Dana said, “even when I have to pee really really badly I don’t think it gets like that.” “I get it all the time,” Madison said, stepping around as she pulled her suit back on. They went back downstairs and continued watching TV. A half an hour after that, Madison was absolutely dying. Her fidgeting had turned into constant, uncontrollable writhing, and felt like she was going to explode. “Oh my god, I can’t think about anything else!” she said, grinding her crotch into the couch. At least one hand was always gripping hard in between her legs. “You think this is actually giving you a bigger bladder?” Sasha asked. Madison didn’t answer. She was desperately trying to keep all of her pee safely inside her body. She was starting to lose control, though, and spurted hard into her bathing suit. “Ohhh... I went a little,” she groaned, doubling over and wiggling her butt. She was so full of liquid that she could barely even keep her hands still. “Maybe we should do something to distract you,” Dana said. “Do you want to go for a walk?” “It’s dark out,” Sasha replied. She shrugged. “We could go to the pool maybe, so she can just pee in the water.” “I’m down to go to the pool,” Sasha said. They went upstairs to change and left Madison trying to fight back the urgent need she was neglecting. She could see her tummy poking out a little bit where her pee baby was forming. She spurted again and had to wipe rivulets of urine from her thighs. Once the other two were ready to go, Madison braced herself and stood up. She hobbled instead of walked with both hands tightly on her girlhood as they left. She left the towel she was sitting on behind in the house. About five minutes passed before Madison had to stop walking and kneel down to make sure her screaming bladder didn’t burst before they got to the pool. When she stood back up, she had to jump around and lurch forward a bit before being able to walk again. It hurt so bad that she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. “Fuck!” she groaned, her stride faltering. Her pulsing bladder was stretched taut with the enormous amount of piss she was holding. “Guys, I might not make it there.” “Just hold as much as you can,” Dana told her encouragingly. Her bladder begged to be emptied so harshly that she felt like crying. Another five minutes passed. They were almost there, but Madison was almost certain she wasn’t gonna make it there without any major leakage. She suddenly lurched forward, her mouth ajar in a silent groan. Urine was intermittently spurting out of her, despite how hard she was digging her fingers into herself. It ran down her shaking legs and dribbled to the pavement. “You good?” Sasha asked, awkwardly laughing. “Y-yeah...” she managed to choke out as her stream weakened to to a stop. “Jesus Christ, this is difficult!” “Mind over matter,” Dana told her. “Let’s see you try this!” Madison said, starting to walk again with her hands between her legs. “Uh, I’m an athlete. Mind over matter is kind of my thing.” “I still think this is harder than you think.” “Wanna bet?” “You’re gonna do it with me?” She wished the conversation would end so she could focus more on holding. Dana shrugged. “I already kind of need to go right now. I won’t pee from now until after you completely empty your bladder.” “So it’s a contest.” She winced as her bladder contracted. “A really unfair one. I already have to piss really badly.” “You just keep holding through your leaks and whatever, and I’ll drink a shit ton of water. First to go completely loses. Fair?” Madison nodded, cradling her bulge, which had grown considerably since the last time they checked. They got to the pool. Sasha opened her towel, which was folded to hold her things, and immediately sighed. “Fuck,” she swore, looking at the other two. “You didn’t forget the key card, did you?” Dana asked. Sasha didn’t answer. She just tossed her stuff over the flat-top aluminum fence and climbed over it. Dana did the same. They left to get a table without paying her much mind, but Madison was so full of liquid that she could barely walk, let alone climb a fence. She was stepping around and squeezing herself trying to figure out the quickest way to do it. She jumped up and threw her leg over, but pee began forcefully gushing out almost immediately. She sat on the fence for a moment, grinding into the rail until her stream came to an end. She’d drained herself considerably and there was a rather large puddle underneath her, but she still direly needed a toilet. She managed to throw her other leg over without further damage and made her way to the table with her hands between her legs. “Wow, there’s really nobody here at night,” Dana said. “There never is. It’s not even really that crowded during the day,” Sasha responded. “Sweet. Let’s go.” “Wait!” Madison said, squirming and writhing in place, “didn’t you say you were going to drink a shit ton of water? The water fountain’s over there.” Dana paused. “You’re right. The contest should be fair.” She went over to the water fountain and drank for a long time while Sasha went into the pool by herself. Madison sat on her heel in a beach chair, doing everything you could think of to keep all of her pee in. She heard a loud, revolting burp erupt from Dana. “Fuck, I drank way too much,” she said, holding her belly. She gagged a couple times, then took a deep breath and said “I’m okay.” She took a seat next to Madison. “You getting in?” Sasha asked. “I need a minute. My stomach really hurts now. Like, really bad.” Dana burped again. “A little bit came up,” she muttered into her hand. “How long until it reaches your bladder, you think?” Madison asked, sitting on the side of the chair and tapping her feet madly. “I already gotta pee, I said,” Dana replied, standing up. “You basically have an advantage. You didn’t go out of your way to drink more. My belly feels like it’s gonna pop.” She ran and dove into the pool, leaving her desperate friend alone to keep holding. About a half an hour later, Madison was extremely overfull. She’d kept her leaks to a minimum because she was sitting down, but they still happened. She laid on her back with her knees up and both of her hands gripping her girlhood. “How are you holding up, Madison?” Dana called from in the pool. “Uh, i-it’s hard to tell,” she said. “I can barely think, but I’m pretty sure I can hold a while longer.” “I really gotta go,” Dana laughed. Madison sat up, wincing and scooting back and forth. “How bad?” “Pretty bad. It hit me a lot quicker than I thought. You’re still gonna lose, though.” Madison was almost certain she was right. Dana was seriously competitive. She’d been running track and playing soccer since elementary school. Plus, she was a hell of a lot stronger than Madison was, and she figured that probably contributed to her bladder muscles. Madison felt herself leak a bit and tightened her grip on her pussy. A little while later, the two girls got out of the pool to spend time with Madison so she wouldn’t get bored, but her concentration was focused elsewhere. “It’s getting so bad,” she giggled, writhing desperately. “I can’t sit still at all.” “It was a good idea to come to the pool, right?” said Dana. “You don’t have to rush to the bathroom. Just let it go.” “How badly do you need to go?” “Pretty bad, I guess,” she replied. “Actually, maybe not. It feels urgent but I know I can hold it.” “Maybe you should drink more water,” Madison said, wiggling her butt. “I mean, it’s only fair. I’m really desperate right now.” Dana sighed, smirking a little. She made her way back to the water fountain and drank again. “This doesn’t seem just a little bit stupid to you guys?” Sasha asked Madison, who had just tensed up completely to keep from dribbling. “Aren’t most of the things we do stupid?” Sasha laughed. “I guess. You should come swim with us, though. It isn’t as much fun without you.” Their conversation was interrupted by another burp from Dana. “I didn’t urp drink as much this time,” she said. “You want to go back in?” “Yeah, sure,” Sasha muttered, getting up. “You coming, Madison?” “I don’t think so,” she said, squirming. It was getting about as bad as it was just before she jumped the fence. Sasha shrugged. “Maybe we should just stay here, too.” “That’s boring! Let’s go to the pool!” “Yeah, I don’t want to make you guys stay here if you don’t want to,” Madison doubled over and winced as another leak forced its way out of her body. “Plus, I really need to concentrate if I don’t want to wet myself.” “Looks like it’s just us,” Dana said, scooping Sasha up in her arms and carrying her to the pool. “Put me down!” she laughed, “Goddamnit, Dana!” Madison paid little attention, but as Sasha managed to escape, she heard Dana grunt and exclaim “Ohh, that was my bladder!” She glanced up and saw her do a quick but noticeable pee dance before jumping back into the pool. “Dana must be feeling that water by now,” she muttered to herself, feeling a bit of hope for the contest. About thirty minutes later, though, she was absolutely dying. It was even worse than just before she jumped the fence. The poor girl felt like she was about to explode. She was in a constant state of desperate agony, never still for even a second. Both hands were madly grabbing at her crotch as she jumped up from her chair and marched around, occasionally jumping and squeezing herself even harder. Her bladder was ready to burst and she felt like she could cry. She fought hard to keep every drop of pee in, though, because she wanted her bladder to expand as much as possible. Every position she found herself in was astoundingly uncomfortable, causing her to keep standing up and sitting back down, trying to find some way to alleviate her desperation. “You good Madison?” Dana asked. She was sitting in a donut shaped floaty. “No!” she whimpered, sitting back down and scooting back and forth. Dana laughed. “Me neither,” she said, putting a hand over her belly. “It really hurts. I’m just trying to move as little as possible.” While she was talking, Dana hadn’t noticed Sasha deviously sneaking under the floaty. She suddenly leaped up and flipped the tube, sending Dana back into the water. It was torture for her overfilled bladder. She immediately got up and started wading to the edge of the pool. “I need to get out of the water,” she moaned among Sasha’s laughter. She climbed out and laid on her back with her knees brought up. “It’s really cold and I have to pee extremely badly,” she giggled to Sasha. “Maybe not as bad as Madison, though.” Madison paid no attention to what they were talking about. She was too focused on containing herself. Her whole body was trembling from head to toe as she struggled to keep the pee inside her body. Sasha had come to the edge of the pool next to Dana. “I really wish Madison would use the bathroom already,” Dana whispered, laughing a bit. “It hurts so bad.” “What if you just let some out in the pool? There’s no way she’d know.” Dana gave her a weird look. “That’d be cheating.” Sasha shrugged. Dana sat up, wincing and putting a hand between her legs. She didn’t feel like she was in danger of wetting herself, though. She just really needed to go. She got up and waddled to a chair. Another half an hour later, the girls were still managing to keep the contest alive. Madison was on the verge of tears. The pain she felt was incredible. She couldn’t keep hot little spurts from dampening her crotch every few seconds. The poor girl was at her absolute limit. She was constantly writhing madly, desperately grabbing at herself and rubbing between her legs. Every nerve down there was on fire. She could feel the shape of her bloated organ pulsing in her body, which made her feel a bit squeamish. Dana wasn’t doing too much better. She sat in her chair bent forward a bit, biting into her knuckle from the pain. When her immense discomfort made her shift positions, she tried to move as little as possible as to not jar her bladder, which bulged out of her like a small melon. This method of holding was not practiced by Madison at all. She continued to squirm, writhe, bounce, and jiggle as much as possible. “God, I can’t take it!” Madison moaned, leaking more hot urine into her bathing suit. In an odd way, though, the unbearably overfull sensation of her screaming bladder felt really good between her legs. All the rubbing and squeezing was almost like she was masturbating, but it wasn’t just that. Her need to urinate alone was turning her on. “You almost done?” Dana asked with fake confidence, her enormous bulge throbbing in pain. Madison shook her head, grinding into the chair. “I can hold it for a while longer,” Dana lied, “you look like you’re at the end of your rope. I think your bladder is pretty stretched out by now, right?” Madison filled her cheeks with air and lurched forward, wiggling her butt and squeezing herself hard. A particularly powerful spurt had come out as a result of her relaxing her muscles for just a moment. Her muscles were so tired, and her urethra was stinging badly. Pee was dripping to the pavement from underneath the chair. Over the next twenty minutes, her leaks were getting bigger and bigger. There was so much liquid inside the poor girl that her body was beginning to take over. It hurt so badly that she couldn’t stand it, and the intensity of her writhing and squeezing was borderline humiliating. If she had anyone other than her closest friends around, she’d be mortified. It genuinely felt like her bladder was going to burst. Dana was also in immense pain. She was worried that she was doing actual damage to her body by holding so much. When she wasn’t encouraging Madison to forfeit, she was taking deep breaths to take her mind off her agonizing need. “I gotta fart,” she muttered, making Sasha giggle. She lifted her ass a bit, but her urgent need protested in the form of searing pain. The desperate girl really needed to pass gas, though. She pushed a bit, letting out a rather long fart, which was unfortunately cut short by a small leak. Dana’s eyes went wide, and she wondered how much longer she could last. “Madison, you really can’t win this,” Dana told her, watching her friend struggle to contain her fluids. “Face it, you’re filled to capacity.” Madison wasn’t going to budge, though, even though she knew it was true. She was leaking heavily every few seconds, as if she was emptying just as fast as she was filling. Dana winced as she went to change positions, but changed her mind as her enormous, liquid-filled belly sent urgent signals to stop moving. ‘God, I need to piss,’ she thought miserably, gently holding herself with one hand. ‘Even though I leaked before, it still doesn’t feel like I’m gonna pee my pants. It just hurts. Jesus Christ, it hurts...’ She absentmindedly watched her friend’s pee dance, silently urging her to relieve herself as if she had some kind of telepathic ability. Madison was scooting back and forth with her legs spread and both her hands rubbing between her legs. She looked ready to cry. Dana saw her spurt again. It was so powerful that it formed a stream for a moment before she locked her legs back together and dramatically fell on her side, digging her nails into her girlhood. “It hurts so badly,” Madison whined, urine streaming down her legs and dripping to the pavement. “So go!” Dana said, but her friend stayed where she was. “Madison, your body has a limit. You’ve got to pay attention to your bodily functions.” Dana’s bladder was so tight and full that it felt like it was going to rip. A warm soreness was spreading into her kidneys. “A-Are you really not gonna go?” She asked. Madison shook her head. Dana touched her fingers to her belly and felt her screaming organ stretched taut up against her skin. “I-I-“ Dana stuttered. She’d never lost a contest before. She’s lost soccer games, but every little contest her and her friends like to make she’s dominated. Her bladder was in searing agony and her lower back was throbbing badly. “O-Okay, Madison, you win. You win, dude.” Dana struggled to get out of her chair, careful not to make any sudden movements. “Really?” Sasha asked, “damn. You never lose, Dana.” The words hurt her confidence, but her belly hurt worse. When she tried to put weight on her feet, she felt herself leak again. She winced and flumped back down, groaning. “I can’t stand up,” she said. Sasha laughed, but Dana didn’t think anything was funny. Madison was paying very little attention, focusing on containing herself as much as possible. Sasha reached over and tapped Dana hard in the stomach. She yelped and pleaded for her not to do it again, but her friend only laughed. “Just pee your pants already,” Sasha told her. “You’re in a bathing suit. Jump in the pool and go.” Dana hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and relaxed. It took a minute for her stream to start, but when it did, it shot out of her and loudly splattered to the ground. She let out a shuddery sigh of relieve as her screaming, overbloated bladder finally drained. Her kidneys ached, but she felt such intense bliss as she let go. Madison turned away from the display, accidentally letting out a rather large spurt. An enormous puddle spread from under the chair and travelled to the poolside, dripping off the edge. After what seemed like an eternity of pissing, she jumped into the pool and floated on her back. “That’s nasty,” Sasha said, and jumped back into the pool with Dana, once again leaving Madison alone with her unbearably swollen bladder. She wondered if she would ever actually wet herself completely, or if she would just keep involuntarily leaking. It seemed like when she’d peed herself as a little kid, she gave up after the first big leak because the damage to her clothes was already done. She wondered how long it would take for her muscles to actually completely give out. She also wondered if when she reached her maximum bladder capacity, if the leaks would keep happening and her need never got worse. This odd curiosity was one of the few remaining reasons that made her keep holding her pee in for another ten minutes after that, when she was absolutely dying. Urine was always trickling out of her, dripping down her legs and soaking everything around her with pee. Her pathetic, constant stream fluctuated in strength, but never stopped or grew to a normal pee stream. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she dug her crotch hard into her heel, yellow liquid traveling down her feet. If she had pants on, her clothes would be so drenched in urine that she could have completely emptied herself into them and it wouldn’t have made her situation worse, but she wasn’t holding to keep dry. That ship had sailed a long time ago. She wasn’t completely sure why she was still holding; to expand her bladder, to win a contest, to find her limit... It was also making her crazy horny, but there’s nothing she could do about that with her friends right there in the pool. Truthfully, she enjoyed the fullness in a really odd way. It’s why she held it so often, but she’d never had to go this badly. Her eyes watered, her pussy was tingling, and she felt like she was about to pop. She’d been enduring her unbearably overfilled bladder for hours and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take the constantly growing pain. She slipped her fingers inside her bathing suit, rubbing vigorously and clutching at herself. She was still constantly leaking and dribbling. Urine suddenly squirted out as her bursting bladder contracted, quickly reverting back to leaking in a matter of seconds.
  10. Version 1.0.0

    Been a while. We got set-up and now the payoff for the first gauntlet of our 10 girls.

    $3.00

  11. Hello everyone. Long time, no write. This is something I was inspired to throw together after watching the anime Goblin Slayer. One character in this series canonically has a real issue with fear wetting, and as such, I simply had to put my own spin on things. Of course, as with all fanfiction, it's highly recommended that you be familiar with the series first. Just be warned: Goblin Slayer features extremely brutal violence and graphic depictions of rape and sexual assault, so if that will disturb you, best avoid this whole thing. Seriously, the fact that this series even exists is almost an affront to ethics itself. Don't say I didn't warn you. However, this particular story features none of that. Now that that's all out of the way, I hope you enjoy the read. ***** This story begins at the farm, after the battle of Water Town. Part 1 of 2 ***** “We need to talk.” The Priestess looked up from her prayers, her eyes settling on the armored man who she'd been spending so much time with lately. Goblin Slayer was standing in the doorway, dressed the same as he usually was, his shortsword on his hip and his buckler hanging from his left arm. In his right hand, he was holding a large clay pitcher. “Of course, Goblin Slayer. What is it you need?” she asked, setting her staff on the bed beside her. “Two times now, when goblins seriously threatened you, you relieved yourself in your clothes,” Goblin Slayer said plainly. “First on the day that we met, and then after I was injured in Water Town. It can't happen again.” The Priestess jumped to her feet, folding her hands over her face, her pale skin instantly burning bright red. “You-you-you noticed that!?” she whined as she retreated against the back wall of the room. “Of course I did,” Goblin Slayer stated. “And the goblins did as well. We were lucky. The first time, their numbers were small enough for me to handle easily. The second time, we left soon afterwards. But if it happens early into a dangerous hunt, the scent could lead every goblin in the place straight to us. As I said, it can't happen again.” The Priestess sat down on the floor, placing her hands on her thighs and looking at her feet. “I was just so scared,” she whispered. “And after spending time traveling and moving through the caves, I really had to, and when I thought I was going to die, I just couldn't control it.” “None of that matters,” Goblin Slayer said. “Fear. Urgency. It's all irrelevant. You emptying your bladder in enemy territory is a threat to the whole party. It is a problem. So we are going to solve that problem.” Goblin Slayer stepped further into the room, placing the pitcher he carried on the floor in front of the Priestess. “Drink this. Every drop of it.” The blonde girl looked between the pitcher and Goblin Slayer. “What's going to happen?” she asked tentatively. “Isn't it obvious? You are going to learn how to hold your water, no matter the circumstances. Consider this to be training.” The Priestess eyed the pitcher. It was very large, containing at least three liters of water. “Are you really going to make me do this?” she asked softly. “Is it really that important?” “Yes. Drink.” He used his boot to slide the pitcher closer to the Priestess. “This is really weird,” she muttered. However, she reached out and gripped the pitcher, struggling to lift the heavy water-filled clay. “But you haven't steered us wrong yet. If you say that I'm a danger to the party, I'll do anything to improve myself.” She raised the pitcher to her lips and began to drink. As the Priestess sipped at her water, Goblin Slayer turned towards the door. “Finish that. I'm going to patrol the farm. Meet me outside when the pitcher is empty.” The Priestess nodded, and he left the small bedroom. ***** Goblin Slayer walked the fences of the farmstead, scanning the ground for any signs of disturbance. He checked every fence post, making sure they were sturdy, and he circled the outskirts of the property to ensure that no tracks could be seen. The process took just over half an hour, and as he approached the farmhouse, the Priestess stumbled out of the front door. Her eyes were hazy and she was breathing heavily. “I've never drank that much before in my life,” she exhaled as Goblin Slayer approached her. “You shouldn't drink that fast. It can make you sick,” he said. “You told me to!” she complained, waving her arms in frustration. “I never told you to drink it quickly, just to drink it,” Goblin Slayer stated. “Anyway, we're going to town. I need to purchase potions and check if any scrolls were brought in. Follow me.” He turned towards the path out of the farm and started walking without another word. The Priestess sighed and followed after him, struggling to keep pace with her stomach so full of water. The town was about an hour's walk from the farm, and as they passed the half way mark, Goblin Slayer came to a stop as he heard the Priestess muttering under her breath. “What is it?” he asked, turning to face her. “Nothing,” she said with a suppressed voice. “It's just...I'm already at the point that I would normally step behind a tree.” “Good,” Goblin Slayer said. “Don't complain about it though. Unnecessary noise attracts goblins just as well as scent does. Deal with it quietly.” And so they walked on, until the roofs of towers and homes became visible over the treeline. Goblin Slayer turned to the Priestess, noting her condition. She gripped her staff tightly, and she took small, hurried steps with her thighs held together. Her face was sweaty and reddened, but she remained silent. Until, that is, they approached the town gate. “Goblin Slayer,” she yelped quietly. “I...I really need to...” “That's the point,” he interrupted. “It's going to get difficult. Really difficult. And you are going to handle yourself like the professional adventurer that you are. Could you imagine the Sword Maiden flooding her robes? The High Elf Archer darkening the dirt beneath her? No. They are strong, and you need to be strong if you are going to continue following me. I kill goblins. If you want to help me do so, fine. But you can not jeopardize my mission.” The Priestess looked to the ground, her footing unsteady as she rocked her hips back and forth. “Yes, Goblin Slayer. I understand.” “Stop moving like that.” Goblin Slayer stepped forwards, pointing at her constantly shifting stance. “You need to be balanced. If I shoved you now, you would go straight down. How do you think you would fare against a goblin's club? Even when you're not in combat, you should train yourself to stay steady.” “If...if I stand straight, I'll really...” “The day has only just begun, Priestess. This is not your limit. Toughen up and follow me, we're going to the Guild Hall.” Goblin Slayer turned and began walking again. The Priestess released a muffled whine, forcing her legs to move properly as she proceeded after him. Her knuckles were white from gripping her staff so tightly, and her whole body was sweaty and burning hot. It's only been an hour since I finished the water, she thought to herself as she trailed Goblin Slayer through the streets. Am I really this weak, that I need relief so badly this soon? What if I wet myself in the streets...people here know me... And I don't want Goblin Slayer to see, but he probably won't let me out of his sight... The Priestess whined again and gripped the staff even tighter, holding it close to her body. Oh Merciful Earth Mother, grant me the power to hold on until I'm somewhere private... Of course, this was not a real Miracle that she had been granted, and so the staff remained inactive as the two of them approached the Guild Hall. Goblin Slayer threw open the heavy wooden doors and held them as the Priestess slowly made her way inside. “Sit there,” he ordered, pointing to an empty chair at one of the many tables nearby. “If I see you trying to sneak towards the privy, you'll drink another liter.” The Priestess nodded frantically, sitting on the chair and double-crossing her skinny legs. Goblin Slayer approached the counter, and the young woman sitting there turned to face him. “I need a quest-” “To kill goblins,” the woman interrupted him with a smile. “We all know the drill by now. I actually saved two quests for you. The one I think you'd be most interested in is this. A large mansion that was invaded by goblins two days ago, about fifty kilometers to the west of here. The mansion's residents managed to escape due to guards noticing the incoming threat. Nobody is injured, but they do want their home back as soon as possible, of course.” “How many goblins?” The Guild Girl pursed her lips and looked down at the quest sheet. “An estimated thirty, from what the guards saw before they fled. They also spotted two that were quite larger than the others.” “What's the other quest?” The woman set down the sheet and picked up the other one. “An estimated six goblins took over a cave where a farmer was growing mushrooms. They have not acted hostile towards him or his family, but they're causing a huge racket and they've already killed two of his cows.” “How far?” “Ten kilometers.” “We'll take that one for today.” The Guild Girl tilted her head slightly. “Are you sure? I thought you would want the one where you could rack up more kills.” “Normally, yes, but we can not make such a long journey today, for our own reasons. Also, nobody is in danger at the mansion, while the goblins in the cave could strike at any time.” “Very well, Goblin Slayer. The reward is-” “Doesn't matter. I'll be back tonight to collect whatever it is.” He turned away from the counter and strode across the room, stopping in front of the Priestess. “We have a quest. We head out as soon as I buy the potions I need and check for scrolls. Come now.” The Priestess looked up at him through unfocused eyes. Her knees bounced up and down frantically, and her arms were crossed tightly around her staff. Her cheeks and forehead were bright red, and her breathing was strained and loud. “I don't know if I can stand up,” she whispered. “I need relief so badly, Goblin Slayer. Please, let me go to the privy and let out even just a little bit, so I can keep walking...” “No,” Goblin Slayer stated. “If you release even a little bit in goblin territory, it will draw them to us. That is the purpose of this training, to teach you how to hold it for as long as you need to, even if you're frightened, even if you've been waiting all day.” “But you aren't 'teaching' me anything!” she complained. “You're just making me sit here, bursting, but I don't know how I can keep it in anymore!” Goblin Slayer was silent for a moment, and then he exhaled deeply. “You're right. Very well. Listen to me, then. Your body is capable of holding a lot more than you think it is. What causes the intense sensations you're feeling is your brain thinking that you're able to relieve yourself at any time. In town, you use the privy at an inn or in the Guild Hall. On the road, you do it behind a tree. Holding it this long isn't something that you normally do, so you aren't mentally prepared for it. You need to overcome that. You need to suppress the part of your mind that thinks you're allowed to relieve yourself and let your body do its job. Once your body understands that you will not be able to empty your bladder any time soon, the urgency will subside.” “You can't be right,” the Priestess mumbled. “I need it so, so badly. There's no way I could possibly hold any more. It's...it's gonna come out...” “Feel your stomach.” “Huh?” “Right under your navel. Press in on it.” The Priestess sighed and did as she was asked. She placed a hand on her stomach and pushed in on her soft skin. As she increased the pressure, she felt an immense jolt in her bladder that caused her to squeak and twist up her legs again. “Why are you making me press on my bladder, some almost just came out...” “Your skin is still soft. I saw how far you pressed in before you felt it. When your bladder fills, and I mean really fills, the skin will stretch and tighten as your bladder expands. When you can't compress the skin even one centimeter, that is when you are truly reaching your limit. That is the point you need to reach, and you need to be able to exist at that point for an extended period of time while remaining composed and combat-ready. You have to train your body to be unable to relax unless you want it to, and that is what we are doing today. Now stand up, put it out of your mind, and follow me.” Goblin Slayer turned and walked to the door of the Guild Hall, waiting with his gauntlet wrapped around the handle. The Priestess inhaled deeply and forced herself to her feet, fighting as hard as she could to stand steadily. She could feel the sweat between her thighs, her womanhood throbbing in desperation, her bladder contracting over and over again, knowing that there was a privy a mere ten meters across the room. However, she clenched her fists around her staff once more and followed Goblin Slayer back onto the busy street. The Alchemist's shop was only two doors over, and they quickly entered the small showroom. Rows of multicolored potions lined the shelves behind the counter, but the Alchemist was nowhere to be seen. There was, however, a tall and very busty woman in black robes, wearing a pointed hat over her long violet hair. The Witch stood near the right side of the counter, leaning forwards to read the labels on the rows of potions. As the two adventurers entered, she stood straight and looked to them. “Well hello there, Goblin Slayer,” she said in her usual slow, intentionally sexualized voice. “What brings you in...” she trailed off, turning her eyes to the Priestess, who was vibrating on the spot, one leg planted on the ground and the other folding up and down at a rate of twice per second. “Never mind, what's going on there?” she asked, pointing at the clearly distressed girl. “She wet herself twice while fighting goblins,” Goblin Slayer said simply. “I'm teaching her how to hold it in so it doesn't happen again.” “DON'T TELL PEOPLE THAT!” the Priestess shrieked, covering her face and turning around to face the wall. The Witch released a loud, sultry laugh, then strode over to the two of them. She placed a hand on the Priestess' shoulder and spun the girl around, leaning down to match her height. “Only Goblin Slayer would come up with training so...unique,” she said. “As unorthodox as it is, I have to say...the ability to go ages without relief is truly a gift for any adventurer. Especially if you're going after creatures sensitive to smells. If there's one thing that I know about our Goblin Slayer, it's that he is no pervert. You have nothing to worry about.” She stood up and looked over the counter, making sure the Alchemist was still out of sight. “You know, you shouldn't fold up your legs like that. It creates pressure. It feels so good to curl up and hold yourself, but if you really want to push your limits, you need to stand straight and do it with willpower alone.” “That's...that's sort of like what Goblin Slayer told me earlier...” the Priestess mumbled. “Well, it's true,” said the Witch. “When it gets really bad, your mind is what needs to be strong, it's not only about your body. It will take some time and practice to learn how to hold it properly, how to withstand the pain and pressure, but I believe in you.” The Priestess nodded and placed her other leg on the ground, shivering as she forced herself to stand still. “It's such a strange and powerful feeling,” she said, closing her eyes as she felt the waves of pressure between her legs. “I've never felt this before, do you really think I can keep holding it?” “How much did you drink?” the Witch asked. “It was... A little over three liters, I think,” the Priestess stated. “Oh wow,” the Witch said, a bit faster than her usual manner of speech. “That is a lot, and it's certainly going to come out at some point whether you like it or not. However, looking at you, I do think you do have some time left. If I could offer a bit of...womanly advice, you could try to learn how to...enjoy the sensations. That much pressure, right where it is. One could experience it as pain, or one could experience it as a source of pleasure.” The Priestess looked about ready to sink through the floor before Goblin Slayer intervened. “There's no place for pleasure while killing goblins. She has to learn how to deal with it while remaining focused. She'll-” He cut himself off as the alchemist finally stepped out from the back of the shop. The man eyed Goblin Slayer and the Witch, then turned towards his shelves of potions. “The usual orders?” he asked. “Yes,” Goblin Slayer stated, and the Witch nodded as well. The alchemist reached out and gathered up a number of small vials, then proceeded to pile them into two small sacks. He handed one to Goblin Slayer, and the other to the Witch. The two of them handed over some coin, and the alchemist thanked them and retreated back to his laboratory. “We're leaving,” Goblin Slayer said to the Witch. “See you next time.” “Please be careful with the girl,” the Witch said softly. “She isn't like us, she's not used to this kind of thing. If you push her too hard, she really might do it in the street. Such a thing is bad enough for a man, for a young woman it would truly be humiliating. Are you sure you won't grant her some relief before you move on?” The Priestess stood stiffly, her legs quivering but steady, the sweat on her deeply reddened face visible from across the room. Her eyes darted towards the door to the privy behind the alchemist's counter, the slightest flicker of hope growing in her tortured soul. Goblin Slayer turned to the Witch. He looked between her and the Priestess, and then shook his head. “Goblins will never be careful with her. Goblins aren't concerned that she isn't as experienced as us. Goblins will one day push her further than I ever could. You are right, she is not like us. But she has to become like us as soon as possible. Don't get in my way.” The Priestess' eyes lowered to the floor as Goblin Slayer pulled the door open and ushered her back onto the busy street. I can't take it anymore, the Priestess thought as she walked past dozens of citizens and other adventurers, her bladder contracting and throbbing with every step. I need to go, I NEED to, I can't walk any further like this, it's going to come out, right here in the street, everyone will see, I'll have to leave town. It's too much, the pressure is impossible to withstand. “GOBLIN SLAYER!” the Priestess yelped, reaching out and gripping his left gauntlet tightly. He stopped and looked down at her strained, teary face. “Goblin Slayer, I'm...I'm going to have an accident, I can't walk anymore. Please, you have to let me hide somewhere, you have to let me release some of it!” She could not see any expression through the slits in his helmet, but she knew that his eyes were locked on her own. She knew he could see the agony in her eyes, the absolute desperation that she felt. He had to understand that she couldn't go any further. Goblin Slayer slowly reached his right hand across his body, using it to detach her small hand from his arm. He then took his left hand and placed it gently on her shoulder, still staring straight at her. She had no idea what was going through his mind as he stood there for what had to be twenty seconds. And then he shook his head and removed his hand from her shoulder. “We're going to the blacksmith. Stay close.” The Priestess' arms dropped limply to her sides as the man began walking again. Drops of sweat fell from her chin, landing on her chest and boots. I guess I tried, she thought helplessly as she watched him walk away. I am trying. I really am. I understand that this will help me in the future, but I'm really at my limit. I guess I'll just do it here. It's not like I have a choice. The Priestess took a small step, separating her feet to shoulder width. As soon as she did so, she felt her bladder preparing to release itself all over her robes, boots, and the ground under her. The pressure built up, and she relaxed her muscles. Just as she felt her water preparing to burst out of her, felt that tingly and intense build up just before the release, the residual feeling of Goblin Slayer's hand on her shoulder slipped into her mind. Wait. Somehow, in a crime against reality itself, she held back. She realized it, just then. The reason why Goblin Slayer was doing this. I already know that he doesn't want me to become a liability. He doesn't want me to endanger the party. That's all true. But it's more than that. He wants to keep me safe. I felt it, when he was looking at me, even though I couldn't see his face. He doesn't want to be doing this any more than I do. He's fought so hard to protect me, almost died for my sake more than once. He cares about me. He really does. He wants me to become stronger so that if he's ever not there to save me, I can save myself. He doesn't want to put me through this, but he has to, because it's just one of many things that I need to do if I'm ever going to be his equal, if he's ever going to trust me the way that I trust him. The Priestess' hands found their strength again and gripped her staff tightly. She stood straight once more, biting her lip to restrain a shout as her bladder thundered, furious at the tease of relief it felt before being clamped shut again. And then she began to walk, step after step as her body cried out in torment, unable to comprehend why she was forcing it to endure such punishment. She pursed her lips and picked up her pace, catching up with Goblin Slayer just as he reached the door of the blacksmith's shop. As he reached for the door handle, she grasped his gauntlet again. “Priestess-” he started, clearly ready to scold her for her repeated attempts at gaining his permission for relief. “I understand,” she interrupted. “I get why we're doing this now, and I'll hold on as long as you want me to, no matter what. I'm sorry for doubting you. Let's go in.” Goblin Slayer stared at her for a moment, and then nodded slowly. “That's good to hear.” He looked to the door handle again, and after a moment, he dropped his arm. “Listen, it's almost certain that no new scrolls came in since yesterday. Let's get on the road. I'll stop by tomorrow." The Priestess blinked and her gaze turned to the road heading out of the town. "Really? We can leave already?" Goblin Slayer nodded slowly. "Yes. I choose to believe in you, that you'll continue to hold on despite being alone on the road with me. It is unnecessary for me to parade you around town as you are. You seem to have things figured out now, that this has to be done, so we will leave the town, head towards our objective, and you will be protected when you finally do reach your true limit." The Priestess performed some imitation of a salute, forcing her legs to stay still as her bladder's continued attempts to empty itself went without answer. "Thank you, Goblin Slayer. Now let's move." To Be Continued. Probably.
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  13. Hello, readers. Thank you so much for reading my work. Most of you probably know about the original version of this story since it was on or near the front page for ages. It is the longest Omorashi story I’ve ever written, and I never intended for it to become that. It was originally supposed to be a series of short stories in a much simpler location, but once I wrote the first of said stories, I realized how much potential something like this had and I decided to go big with Desperation Dungeon. In this Remastered Edition, you will find: 1: Proper formatting. 2: Fixed typos, errors, and continuity. (Cheers is in Boston, for fuck's sake.) 3: Many repetitive words replaced with more unique ones. 4: A slightly-changed story, fixing what I consider to be bad writing and bad choices. 5: Two .PDF files, containing the following versions of Desperation Dungeon: 5A: A version with Size 12 text, meant to be read on a PC or (very) large tablet. 5B: A version with Size 18 text, meant to be read on a smartphone or smaller tablet. You will find both versions attached to the bottom of this post. I do apologize for not simply posting this as a normal thread rather than a download. Refuckulating it for OmoOrg's crappy formatting would take absolute ages, and I would very likely miss a bunch of spaces or italics, rendering it even more messy than the original version. All stories I write after this will both be posted here normally, as well as include .PDF files, so people can read them however they like. I will also state that this version will be the one that is considered “canon,” so if you are one of the few readers who actually care about the characters and the story, this is the one that you'll want to remember for when I decide to continue it. I will also say that I will never again post a story in parts. Finishing this was a nightmare, despite how much I love it. Everything I upload from this point on will be completely finished. For new readers, I truly hope you enjoy this novel-length story. It contains a couple hundred pages of extreme and consensual female desperation, an actual story with wonderful characters, bulging bladders, lesbian sex, and tons of intimacy and love. For female readers, it's written with great respect for women and with a full understanding of women's anatomy. I really did put my all into it. For returning readers, I'm just super happy that I wrote something that you find worth rereading. Again, thank you all. -B.L. Desperation Dungeon Remastered.pdf DD for Smartphones.pdf
  14. 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)
  15. Hey everyone. 🙂 Since I got a new computer, I decided to make a new story on here. This time not interactive, I'm afraid, since the last few interactive stories I made sort of petered out and never got going again, I figured I'd just do a regular story and see where it goes. I hope to get a lot of chapters of this done, so let's-a go. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP "Ugh..." Jessie rolled over in bed, turning off her alarm. It had been 2 days since she decided to board the space station, and while she loved it, mostly because she loved space, what she didn't love was how early she had to get up every morning. It was a rigid schedule, and one she had never been used to following. The blonde girl got out of bed, letting her straight shoulder-length hair fall down as she stepped into some slippers. She had been sleeping only in a shirt and panties, as she was prone to do. Jessie yawned as she walked drowsily to the bathroom. After doing her business she stripped and got in the shower. The water was cold at first, but it quickly warmed up. Another thing she loved about this space station, there was always warm water. Something she didn't always have at her apartment back home. After showering, Jessie dried off and went out to her wardrobe, picking out her clothes for the day. Luckily they didn't have any strict regimens about what the passengers could or could not wear. They did have specified uniforms, but those were only for missions that called for them, like skin-boilingly hot planets, or planets with a dangerous atmosphere. After a few minutes, Jessie decided to put on a plain white t-shirt and black shorts, as well as some comfortable flats. Walking out of her room, the cold, sterile look of the giant lobby of the station made her frown. "This place could use some redecorating," she said to herself as she walked up to a large console in the center of the room. This could tell her where the ship was going. She noticed it was headed for Octon VIII, a planet which was known for etiquette and good practices. Great, she'd have to be on her best behaviour. At least it wouldn't be landing there until the next morning. Until then she was free to goof off if she wanted to. Noticing her stomach growling, Jessie took an elevator down, to the largest cafeteria she had ever seen in her life. It had been 2 days, and she had been there at least 6 times, but she was still in awe of how massive it was. As she looked around at all the different food shops, oddly enough none of which were name brand, she decided on a bagel place - fittingly, one of the only shops open at 7 in the morning. As Jessie sat down to eat, she bumped into one of the other passengers. "Sup, Jessica?" Jessie tensed up hearing her full name, but then smiled over at her friend Marie. The blonde started eating, drinking a lot since the bagel was pretty dry. "Not a lot, Marie. Just woke up. Pretty tired. Y'know, the usual." Marie chuckled. "Yeah, I get that." The taller girl had black curly hair, brown eyes and a bit of a pudgy body, which also meant D-cup breasts. Jessie felt a little jealous, since her skinny frame only allowed for B-cups, but she wasn't about to admit it. "So, um..." Jessie looked around in her mind for something to discuss. "You... looking forward to visiting our first new planet?" They had already been to close planets, ones that everyone knew about, but this would be the first one that no human had ever been to. "Yeah! Octon sounds cool! I hear they've got some strict practices there, though..." The duo talked for a little while, even long after their respective breakfasts were finished, and they went their separate ways. Jessie decided to explore the ship a little more, something she didn't really have time to do either of the previous days. They'd be landing the next morning, so while they were in flight there wasn't much they strictly had to do. Jessie got onto the elevator and pressed the button for one floor up. It wasn't quite the residential areas, so she wanted to see what was there. She took her drink with her, which she thought was a good idea. As the blonde arrived on the next floor, she saw that it was like one giant mall. It had all sorts of shops and stands and kiosks... it even had a huge fountain! Jessie smiled, and realized her bladder was filling up a little. She checked her watch... 8:00!? She figured she and Marie must've been talking for a while longer than she thought they were. Ignoring the feelings, since they weren't even that strong yet, Jessie did a little window shopping. She spent a while walking around and looking in through the shop windows, seeing what there was. Some had some really neat-looking alien devices and gadgets, Jessie wondered what they did. After about an hour and a half, Jessie noticed her bladder twinge. "Aah..." she looked down at the bottle in her hand. The drink was really good, it was like and orange juice mixed with some other kind of juice, maybe guava or mango or something, but the bottle had sort of an alien look to it... it was probably a stronger diuretic than most Earth drinks. "Dammit..." She looked around for any sort of toilet, but she couldn't see any, at least not any close ones. Walking over to another panel, this one with a map loaded, she checked where she was and looked up to see if there were any bathrooms on the floor. "Oh, shit..." she noticed one on the other side of the floor. "I-it's so far away..." She was only about 6/10, but it was still a little hard to hold. Jessie pressed her legs together a little as she walked slowly but surely towards the elevator, which wasn't as far as the bathrooms were. "W-why is this damn place so big?" she wondered aloud, as she pressed the elevator button. She figured if she could get to her room and use the bathroom there it'd be the shortest route. As the elevator arrived, Jessie saw another of her shipmates, Zoe. Her green hair (probably dyed) came down to her neck. Her flat chest made her look a little androgynous sometimes, but she never seemed to mind. "Where to?" Zoe asked. "U-up to my room, please." Jessie tried to stand still, standing upright to try and make it seem like she didn't need to pee. Zoe would take full advantage of that. She wasn't mean, but she would sometimes playfully tease the others. Zoe nodded and pressed the elevator button, before taking a water bottle out of her pocket, taking a big sip. She put the cap on and held it in her hand, which was fidgeting a bit, making the water swirl around. The sound was enough to make Jessie squirm. Zoe looked over at her and smirked a little, intentionally making the water bottle shake a little more. "Ngh..." Jessie closed her eyes, before finally the elevator dinged and they got up to her floor. "Th-thanks, Zoe!" She ran out and headed towards her room. She was definitely at a 7, maybe an 8/10 now, that drink was really working! 2 hours and she was at an 8/10, she figured the drink must be pretty strong! As Jessie walked towards her room she had to put a hand on her crotch to try and hold it all in, even having to stop a couple of times on the way so she didn't leak. Finally as she got to her door she opened it with her keycard and ran inside, heading straight to the bathroom. "J-just in time..." she got her shorts off as she sat down on the toilet, letting the torrent go. "Ahhhh..." She closed her eyes happily, the release felt good. After she was finished, Jessie heard a knock on her door. She opened it, only to find a package. "Huh..." She grabbed the package and took it inside, opening it up on her bed. It was a small grey disc with a button on it. She pressed the button and a blue-ish hologram came out. "Greetings. You've probably heard that we are on course for the planet Octon VIII," came the familiar voice of the commander, the one who talks to them from somewhere off the ship. She assumed he was still on Earth somewhere. Fair enough, she supposed, he was a busy man. "On this trip it is crucial that you are all on your best behaviour. Wear some fancier clothes, and make sure if you take a drink you don't spill a drop. The people of this planet are extremely picky about etiquette and you will be put to death if even a single drop of any liquid spills on their ground. And they will know, since their ground is super fertile, and will start sprouting the minute any liquid touches it." Jessie tried hard to memorize the information, as the hologram disc looked expensive, like something she wasn't allowed to keep. "We will be landing at about 6 am. You must be up and ready by 8, as that is when we will be meeting with their people. Do not be late. Over and out." Jessie took the disc back out of her room, looking for a place to put it, before being told by one of the robot maids that she could, in fact, keep it. "Oh! Um... thank you." She smiled and pocketed the small device. "It's amazing the technology they managed to find for this place." At about noon, Jessie had some lunch and enjoyed an off-brand cola. It wasn't Coke, but it was still nice. She wondered why so many of the things on the ship were off-brand. Probably because it was an experimental thing that was only proposed the last year. Another couple of hours later and the blonde found herself in a movie theater. "This place is massive..." she muttered to herself as she looked around. A few hours later, around 5:00, she had some dinner, and a large smoothie. One she blended herself, using various fruits she had stored in the fridge in her room. As well as some ice cream. It was more like a milkshake, but Jessie called it a smoothie. She went out to the big console again and checked the course. They were getting pretty close. Doing some research on the planet, she found out that the planet is completely natural. No man-made structures. "What do they do when they...?" she was interrupted by Marie, who hugged her from behind. "Jessie!" Marie smiled. "You ready? This planet's gonna be so cool! It's like a gigantic forest, with some plains thrown in!" "Heh, yeah..." Jessie was a little worried, not as ecstatic about it as Marie seemed to be. "Um, it says here that there are no manmade structures on the entirety of the planet." "Huh... neat!" Marie smiled more. She was always overly-enthusiastic. It warmed Jessie's heart to see. "Yeah, I guess it is." Jessie smiled a bit. "What's wrong?" Marie asked. "You nervous?" Jessie nodded. "We're going to another planet, what if we break a rule? What if they arrest us?" "Don't worry," Marie said, "We'll be fine!" And with that she got up and left. Jessie thought about it a bit more and nodded. She knew they'd be fine. 5 hours later and the planet was within sight from any of the giant reinforced windows that lined the ship's exterior. Jessie looked out at it from her room's single window. "Wow..." She smiled. "So beautiful... no wonder we're going there." Jessie noticed the time. "Uh-oh! I'd better get moving if I want to get to bed in time!" She quickly went in and showered. She did need to use the bathroom again, so the water running over her half-full bladder made her squirm a little, but she could hold it fine. As Jessie exited the bathroom, after relieving herself one last time, she put on some comfy sleepwear and went right to bed. The next morning, Jessie woke up and looked at her clock. "Oh man, 7:30. I slept in a bit. That's ni-" she suddenly realized what that meant. "7:30!? We're meeting at 8!" She rushed out of bed, jumping in for a 5-minute shower, not even waiting for the water to really warm up, before putting on some more formal clothes - a blue button-up shirt and black dress pants - and heading out the door, ignoring her bladder completely. It had really filled that night, she was very full, but she figured it was better she not be late! As Jessie headed to the gigantic bay doors, she saw the other passengers all gathered around. "There you are!" Marie smiled, hugging her friend tightly, putting unwanted pressure on the girl's bladder. Jessie squirmed and hugged back, before Marie let her go and she crossed her legs. "Um... w-when will this be over?" "I dunno. A couple hours, maybe?" Marie shrugged. Jessie's eyes grew wide and she considered leaving to go and use the bathroom, as even when she first woke up she was at a 7/10, but soon the doors opened and the crew was led off the ship and into a nice, lush forest, full of every tree imaginable. Even some that didn't exist on Earth. Jessie tried to keep herself focused on not letting herself leak, as she remembered the warning about these people being ultra clean freaks and not wanting anything spilled. She took shallower breaths than normal, to try and keep herself dry. The group was led past the forest, to a huge field that had been set up with chairs. Apparently flown in from another planet, as these people don't have anything man-made. Jessie looked around to see if she could see if there had maybe been a bathroom flown in too, but she saw nothing. She sat down and crossed her legs tightly. Unfortunately for the desperate blonde, there was a waterfall right nearby. She bounced in her chair, squeezing her muscles tightly to try and keep it in. A few 'presenters' came on, even a hologram of their ship's commander. Jessie could barely focus, the sound of the rushing water making her hold herself. She really didn't want to do that, at least not in front of so many people, not in her fancy clothes, but she had no choice. She was at an 8/10, getting worse by the moment. Conversations dragged on, people spoke to one another. The scenery was brilliant, the trees decorated everything nicely, and the planet's emerald green sky looked beautiful, and coated the trees and grass, enhancing the green and making them stand out more. It was pretty warm, too, a nice and warm 23 Celsius. Jessie couldn't really focus on that, however, as she was just about ready to pop. The 20-something blonde was constantly squirming in her chair, unable to keep still, as she squeezed her muscles shut, her peehole twitching underneath her dress pants and plain black panties. Her hands were placed firmly between her legs and her legs were crossed so tightly that her hands were actually starting to hurt. People had turned to look at her, but she didn't care. She was at 10/10, and needed a bathroom immediately. The conversation had been going on for a while now, and Jessie felt like her bladder was going to burst. As she looked down to check she noticed it was actually bulging out. Putting a solitary finger on it and pressing in very lightly nearly made her lose it. Jessie crossed her legs tighter, wrapping one around the other with a small whimper. She was sweating, but not from the heat. She looked around, and her eyes focused on the waterfall. The green sky gave it a slightly yellow tint... it almost looked like... "NGH!!"" She grabbed herself tighter, her feet banging against the ground. She needed to keep herself dry, under threat of the death penalty... or at least, that's what she had been told. She wasn't sure if it was completely true... but even if it wasn't, she'd face humiliation in front of her peers and at least a dozen members of this alien community. Finally the event ended and Jessie got up, the sudden change enough to shake her bladder around, sloshing its contents all around and making her almost lose her balance. She tried to walk back towards the ship, but it was a long walk, and she wasn't sure she could make it... "Hey, Jessie!" Zoe patted her on the back, making her shudder. "Me and a couple of the other girls are gonna go swimming. Wanna come along?" Swimming would definitely make her lose it! "Um... n-no thanks, I-I'm alr-right...!" "Aww, c'mon! You never get to go swimming when we're on the ship! Grab your swimsuit, we wanna party!" "I-I thought w-we had t-to s-stay fancy..." Jessie said, her legs quivering. "We did!" Zoe said. "But they said now we can do whatever. II asked if we could swim and they shrugged and said sure. Apparently even a few of the natives are gonna join us." "W-wow..." Jessie nodded. She figured if she went inside to get changed, she could use that time to go the the bathroom, so she nodded. "O-okay, I'll be out soon!" She smiled and turned around, walking as quickly as she could back to the ship. Finally she got back, the giant doors opening for her as she walked back to her room. She had to stop to hold herself a number of times, almost spilling her contents entirely onto the ship's floor. 11/10, her desperation had skyrocketed and was only going to get worse if she didn't get to the bathroom soon. Finally, Jessie got to her room and opened the door. "U-uhh..." she noticed a maid's cleaning tools outside of her bathroom door, much to her horror. "N-n-no... no no n-n-no..." she walked over and banged on the door. "Cleaning!" was the only response she got. "I-I need i-it n-now!" She yelled, banging on the door. "It can't be used right now, not for a while." Jessie tried the door, but it was firmly locked. She figured the others were probably waiting for her, and she wanted out of this stuffy outfit anyway (she never did like dressing up), so she walked up to her wardrobe and got undressed. Looking at her nude figure in the mirror, Jessie saw her bulging bladder. It looked... weirdly impressive, in a way. Like she was going for a world record or something. Suddenly, a small couple of drops leaked out and Jessie grabbed herself tightly again, her now-exposed pussy quivering as she walked slowly back over to her wardrobe, grabbing her 2-piece swimsuit and quickly slipping it on. It was a nice light blue... which would mean any little stain would show up instantly. She smiled, fighting back tears as she put the top on, keeping her legs firmly and tightly crossed so she could have at least 1 hand free. Her bladder bulge was much more pronounced in this form-fitting attire than it was in the fancy clothes, she wondered if people would notice and point it out. As she stepped outside her room, something she didn't think she'd be doing without first using the bathroom, Jessie noticed the floor of the ship was nice and warm. Not too hot, but being made of metal it had retained some of the heat from the planet. She wasn't sure she'd still be holding onto her massive load of piss if she stepped her shaky bare feet onto a freezing metal floor, so she was thankful for that. As her room's door closed behind her she grabbed herself through the bikini, walking slowly back to the giant doors. As Jessie stepped back outside, she looked for the girls and noticed they were in the water already... right under a waterfall. She gasped and crossed her legs MUCH tighter than before, her whole body quivering from the pressure. She managed to compose herself and walked over, dipping a toe in the water. It was a little cool, making her almost lose a lot of her load, but she held on tightly, tighter than ever before, and stepped into the water. The girls noticed her massive bladder bulge as she stepped into the water, and Zoe looked at it curiously. "What happened?" she asked. "Huh? W-what do y-y-you mean?" Jessie responded, trying not to let the water constantly pouring out just a few feet from her get to her or make her lose it. "I mean this!" Zoe poked at her bladder bulge and Jessie gasped, closing her eyes and grabbing herself again, backing up right into the waterfall. That made her gasp even more as the cool water pouring over her made her bladder twitch and spasm. "I-I-I..." She breathed shallowly, almost holding her breath at this point. 13/10. Explosion imminent. Zoe put an arm around her, the other girls looking concerned. "You okay?" she asked. "I-I c-c-can't h-h-hold it..." she crossed her legs under the water. She had never, ever held this much before, not even close. She quickly got out of the water (which dried up on her instantly so as not to spill anything on the planet's surface) and was immediately crippled by the pressure, falling to her knees. "A-a-aaah..." Marie, who had been talking with some of the others, saw this and approached her. "Gotta pee?" she asked. Jessie simply nodded in response. "Can you hold it just a little longer?" Jessie looked up at her. "W-w-why?" "I can lead you to my room and let you use my toilet." Jessie nodded. "Th-th-thanks M-Marie..." she felt some yellow liquid pressing against the inside of her urethra and she fought it back, squeezing harder. Finally she got back to her feet, walking as quickly as she could, which was still at a snail's pace, with Marie. Marie, looking concerned for her friend, had an idea. "Hey, c'mon." "H-huh? W-where a-a-are w-we g-going?" she asked. "My room's too far, we're going to the cafeteria." Jessie nodded, just wanting to be able to see as soon as possible. She felt her pee right up against her, she brought it back again but it took a lot of effort. She squeezed her muscles tighter, squirming and pressing her legs right together. She would have crossed them, and crossed them tightly, if she could while walking, but she had to settle for this. She was surprised she could even still walk at the moment. As she was walking, Jessie looked down at her poor, distended, twitching bladder bulge. It looked like it felt: like it was about to pop. Like a water balloon threatened by a million pins. As they finally got to the elevator, Jessie leaned against the back wall and crossed her legs tighter than before. So tight that she swore she'd cut off the circulation to one of her legs if she kept like that for long enough. As they got to the cafeteria floor they saw one of their shipmates, Jamie, drinking one of those tropical orange juices from the bagel place. It was sloshing around, and she even had some on her shirt. Jamie was always a bit clumsy. This sight made Jessie lose a little, leaking onto the cafeteria floor. "E-eepp!" She held herself tightly, falling to her knees again. "What's with her?" Jamie asked. "Oh, she's gotta-" before Marie could finish her sentence, however, Jamie tripped, her drink flying out of her hand and spilling all over Jessie. Jessie gasped. The sudden chill of the cold drink. The yellow tint. The wetness. It was all too much, and just like that, the floodgates opened. Her pee poured out of her like a faucet, soaking her bathing suit as she tried but failed to stand up, struggling. Tears filled Jessie's eyes as she looked up at Marie. The yellow stuff still flowing out of her, Jessie looked down to see her bladder bulge shrinking. And it felt amazing. The sudden release of all that built-up pressure was almost orgasmic. She actually almost moaned. Her body shivered from the bliss of release, something it had been denied for about 12 full hours. As it kept going, Jamie was no longer the only one watching, as a couple other people, mostly cafeteria staff, gathered around as the seconds turned into over a minute. There was a huge puddle Jessie was now sitting in, and Marie and Jamie had moved away from. As she finally finished, Jessie, now having regained strength in her legs, quickly got up and tried to run, but ended up tripping and falling. She got up again, this time more carefully, and walked to the cafeteria bathroom. She teared up a bit more as she saw herself in the mirror. She had peed herself in front of at least 5 people, her bathing suit was soaked through. She couldn't keep wearing it! ...Right? She could always pass it off like she was swimming... but the smell might give it away. Plus, she'd know, and she'd be disgusted. She was easily grossed out by that kind of thing... if it was a skirt, then maybe, but this was clung tightly to her body. Plus... Jessie had always been a little bit of a closeted exhibitionist, so... this might be exciting. she saw it, if nothing else, as an opportunity. If anyone asked, she'd have an excuse. As Jessie took off her bikini, she realized she didn't have her keycard with her. She cursed under her breath and, covering her exposed pussy and B-cups with either hand, she walked out of the bathroom. Being naked in the cafeteria was weird. She'd always thought about doing something like this, but actually doing it made her heart pound. She made her way quickly over to the elevator and pressed the button, hoping nobody could see her bare butt from where she was. Jessie was a fairly modest girl, so carrying her wet bikini in one hand while running around in the nude was certainly strange. As she got onto the elevator, with someone else on it, she retreated into the corner so they couldn't stare at her butt. "D-don't look at me... please..." The person shrugged as the elevator came to a stop. Jessie got off and ran out, making her way to a laundry hamper that one of the maids left outside a room and quickly dumping her bathing suit inside. "There... n-now to just..." She took the opportunity to search through the clothes, but as expected they were all dirty, since it was a laundry hamper. "Ugh..." She quickly ran, luckily she knew there was an office on her floor. The receptionist could give her a new keycard. Having to go and talk to someone, naked, made it even more thrilling, and she could feel herself getting wet in a different way. As she walked through, she started to relax, even relaxing her hands, since she seemed to be the only one on the floor. Unfortunately, however, as she turned a particular corner, a bunch of people were coming in, and a few noticed the naked blonde. "EEEP!" She gasped and ran, covering her body again. A couple of them pulled out their phones to take pictures, but she was long gone by that point. Thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated from before, she finally made it to the receptionist's office. "I-I..." She tried to think of a lie, and the best she came up with was "I... l-lost my clothes... could I get a new keycard, please?" The receptionist blushed and nodded, handing her one. Jessie took it, briefly uncovering her breasts to do so. "Th-thanks...!!" She figured it was not the most rational decision to strip, but she really didn't want to stay soaked like that for so long... plus, her exhibitionism and general kinkiness took over her rational mind at the time. As Jessie ran out, she made her way back to her room and used the keycard to open the door, making her way inside and flopping down on her bed. "I can't believe that happened." She thought about the whole event in her mind, and realized... after that day, nobody on the ship would look at her the same way again. She just hoped her bladder would never, ever get that full again. Jessie quickly got dressed again, before sitting on her bed, going over the situation in her mind again and again, remembering every little detail... and hoping against hope itself that on the next planet, fate wouldn't be so cruel. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, that's the first chapter! As always, feedback is heavily appreciated. 😄
  16. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
  17. Author's note: Hello! Long-time lurker, first-time writer. I've been meaning to write a story for quite a while and I hope this isn't too bad. It only took me like... 6 months of drafts and re-writes to get a day where I deleted everything and started from scratch and finished the whole thing from start to finish. If it really is bad, tell me how to improve. Just don't yell plz ;-; For height refference: The top of Ashley's head reaches the same height as Isaac's shoulders. On with the story now! Isaac drove his car into the city with Ashley in the passenger's seat beside him. It was summer, and they'd decided to go on a road trip to the coast. They'd made a reservation in a sea-side hotel a few weeks prior. The plan was to relax on the beach, enjoy life, the atmosphere and each other. Their car was going slightly faster than the rest of the road. This reason for this was simple. Ashely had to pee. Pretty badly. This morning she and Isaac each had a cup of coffee before setting off an hour later. The sun quickly went from warm to hot, causing their car to heat up and make them both drink the water they'd taken for the road. Isaac emptied one bottle, while Ashley emptied two. After about an hour of driving, Isaac stopped at a gas station to fill the car up for the road ahead. While he did that, Ashley bought herself an ice-cold soda can to drink something with more flavour. Once they were back on the road, Isaac had a few sips, but Ashely chugged the rest. Inevitably, they both needed to stop. Another gas station would have been nice, but they spotted a simple rest stop with a few toilets, though it looked really old and run down. While Isaac found his relief, Ashley did not. Isaac had no trouble in using the dirty toilet. After all, he could stand. Ashley however, now found herself in an unexpected predicament with a filthy toilet and a rapidly filling bladder. A simple wipe wouldn't clean the toilet. Hell, there wasn't even any toilet paper to wipe it with. There was no way she could sit on that without catching several diseases. Isaac suggested she go in a bush. Had Ashley picked to wear a skirt that morning, she'd have no trouble doing just that, but that wasn't the case. She picked tight, blue jeans. They showed off her ample rear, yes, but squating down to pee with them would be rather difficult for her. They'd been driving for three hours and at that point they still had at least another hour to go. Despite Ashley's bladder protesting, she assured Isaac she could hold it. They got back in their car. As soon as Ashley sat down, she felt the waistband of her jeans press on her bladder. "This is gonna be a close call." she thought to herself as Isaac got them back on the road. Arriving at the city a little over an hour later, her thoughts were confirmed. She was now squirming in her seat and rubbing her thighs together. "You good babe?" Isaac asked, concerned. "Yeah, just need to pee. A lot." She responded, crossing her legs at the same time. "You wanna stop at a gas station or you think you can make it to the hotel?" "I'd certainly appreciate a stop." "Gotcha." After a few minutes they spotted a gas station. Isaac smoothly parked in a free space next to it. "And we're here." Isaac said "Take your time." "Thanks babe!" Ashley said as she quickly kissed him on the cheek and left the car. With gravity now weighing down on Ashley's bladder, she pressed her thighs together, leting out a gasp of surprise. She needed to go more than she thought. Once she got used to the new pressure between her legs, she speed-walked to the entrance. Isaac admired her curvy figure from his car. Her ass and thighs looked astounding in those tight jeans. Her black band T-shirt (which actually belonged to him) beautifully wrapped around her sizeable breasts. Her dark wavy hair swaying from side to side. Getting blown by the wind from the nearby sea as she walked. "God, she's perfect." Isaac thought to himself. Ashley entered the gas station's store, desperately searching for a bathroom she could use. Aha! There it was! She saw the sign for one over some food shelves. She quickly dashed to it, her bladder muscles loosening, prepearing to release her day's accumulation of pee. As soon as the door came into view, she suddenly stopped. The door had a yellow clean-up sign in front of it. Fuck. Her muscles, anticipating relief, let out a small drop of pee into her pink panties. She gasped, bending over and thrusting a hand between her legs, looking down to her crotch. Once she looked up, she saw one of the gas station workers with a mop: a woman visibly older than Ashley. "Excuse me, could I use your bathroom?" she said, standing up straight and removing her hand, but still shifting her weight from foot to foot. At the same time a bad smell hit her nose. "Sorry. Someone had a pretty bih accident. The toilet and the floor is a mess. It'll take a while to clean up." "Oh." Was Ashely's simple response. Now knowing relief was nowhere to be found here, she grew worried again, bending one leg inward. "Do you know anywhere else where I could, um... go?" "Not really. There are some stores up ahead, but I don't know whether they have public restrooms." "Oh. Thanks." Was Ashley's dissapointed response. She hobbled out and back to the car. Her full bladder pounding inside her with every step she took on the asphalt. "What happened?" Isaac asked, concerned for her. "They're cleaning it. Fuck! I need to piss so badly!" She crossed her legs, thrusting a hand between them and desperately gripping her pussy. "Shit. Okay, the hotel is about 20 minutes away. You think you can hold it?" Isaac said, starting the car. "Maybe. I don't know. Lets just go. I'll try." Was her frantic response. "Got it." They were back on the road. Ashley now brought her other hand to her crotch and uncrossed her legs to jiggle them around frantically. "Hold on Ash. We're almost there." Isaac tried to reassure her. "I'm good." Came Ashely's not so convincing response. "10 more minutes." "Mhm" Isaac made a quick turn, but came to a grinding halt, making Ashley lurch forward in her seat. The seatbelt dug hard into her filled up bladder. A loud hiss filled the car as a huge leak shot into her panties. She could feel her crotch getting warm and wet. "OHHH FUCK!" She yelled, gripping her pussy stronger than before and double-crossing her legs. "Shit! Are you okay?" Isaac asked, now giving his full attention to her. "Fuuuuck. I pissed in my panties. What happened?" She lifted her gaze and as she did, her heart sank. The car in front of them wasn't moving at all. Isaac checked his phone, only to find out there had been a car colission up ahead. Fortunately, there were officers slowly regulating the traffic flow. If they didn't hurry up, Ashley would make another flow between her legs. "Hey," Isaac said "maybe there's a bathroom in one of those cafés or stores. Wanna take a look? Can you stand?" Ashley's bladder was bursting. She lifted her hands to asess her situation. Her eyes widened because her bladder was bulging out and the crotch of her jeans had a small wet spot. On the blue of her jeans, the wet spot was impossible to not notice. And that was because her panties were already soaked, no longer able to absorb more pee and clinging to her quivering pussy. She looked outside. They were in a commercial area with boutiques, cafés and other stores around. Surely they had a bathroom for a desperate girl to use. That being said, it was a busy area. She wasn't sure whether she wanted other people seeing her on the border of wetting her pants. "I'll call you if traffic starts to move." Isaac said. "Okay I'll take a look." She opened the car door and carefully stepped out. Again, gravity pushed down on her bladder, forcing more drops of pee out of her. Immediatelly she crossed her legs so tight they hurt. Once she had it under relative control, she stagerred to the nearest café, without a doubt providing an interesting show to all the people on the road and the sidewalk. She entered it. She quickly gave herself a quick squeeze before starting to look around for a place to finally pee. Nothing at first glance. She was just about to go search further, but she was stopped by a rather bulky waiter. "Excuse me ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" He asked politely, but sternly. The burning sensation between her legs was growing harder and harder to control. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop rubbing her legs together. If she stopped for even a second, what felt like a litre would pour out onto the entrance carpet of the café. "Well..um, no. No I don't, but, um, can I just use your bathroom real quick." "My apologies ma'am. Customers only." Was his cold response. "Wh-what?" "Sorry. I don't make the rules. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now. There are other places around that probably have a bathroom for you to use. Good day." She didn't even have time to respond. The waiter gently ushered her out back into the street. "Does this fucking city not have a single bathroom for me to use?!" She thought to herself, grabbing herself again, feeling more pee leak out of her. She looked down. The wet patch could still be covered by her hands, but it wouldn't stay this way if she keeps leaking at a rate like this. Her phone went off, startling her and making more pee leak out of her. She checked. It was Isaac. She bent over and answered it. "Yeah?" She half-moaned. "Find anything?" "No. The universe probably doesn't want me to ever pee again!" "Crissakes! Okay, the hotel is 10 minutes away, but I'll make it 5. Hurry back." "Yeah okay." She hung up and put her phone back in her pocket and hobbled back to the car. The way back was longer, due to traffic having moved signifficantly forward. All the time she kept rubbing her hands on her thighs, worried that grabbing herself would attract too much attention. Of course, the obvious wet patch on her crotch and lower on her thighs attracted attention nonetheless. Finally she found their car, she awkwardly staggered to it, almost crossing her legs with each step. She saw one of the police officers regulating traffic next to the collision site. 5 more minutes and she could pee! "No luck?" Isaac asked Ashley as she carefully sat back in the car. This time not putting on her seatbelt. "I went at that café, but they wouldn't let me go cause I didn't have a fucking reservation there." She desperately responded between moans. "Fucking seriously?" Came Isaac's shocked response. "Well don't worry Ash, we're almost there. You can already see the hotel." He pointed to a tall white building in the distance. "Okay." Ashley said, determined to hold it till they arrive. She unbuttoned her jeans, making her let out a short sigh of relief. Not the immense relief of leting out an entire reservoir's worth of pee, but relief that she'll make it. Probably. Her hands were burried in her crotch again. Gripping her pussy like her life depended on it. Isaac floored it. Ignoring all speed limits. Traffic cams could suck it today. The additional movement was good and terrible for Ashley. It meant that they'll arrive sooner, but it also made every bump and turn immensely worse on her. She twisted and turned in the seat, crossing and recrossing her legs constantly. The pressure was so hard on her, tears started to form in her eyes. "We're here!" Isaac announced as the car gradually slowed down and drove into the hotel's parking lot. Ashley opened her eyes in delight. Finally. They were here. Isaac parked the car, got out and ran to Ahley's door, opening it and helping Ashley get out. Pee yet again leaked out of her. She brought a leg up and bent it inwards, bobbing up and down. The wet patch was now so big her hands couldn't hide it. "I'll get the bags later. Lets go!" Isaac said, leading Ashley inside. They entered the lobby. They looked for a bathroom there. Hotel lobbies always have bathrooms. Ashley saw it, but the universe was out to get her today. Because of that, the bathroom had a long line of tourists fresh off the bus waiting for it. All were engrosed in their phones or travel brochures, thankfully not noticing the bursting Ashley, desperately dancing in the middle of the lobby. "Oh come on." she quietly whimpered, her strength fading. She must've looked ridiculous. Her legs were rubbing against each other with her hands getting crushed between them. She was reaching the end of her tether. Isaac, quick to respond to the situation, ran to the reception desk. At last, some luck shone their way and the desk had no line. He quickly formed out what needed to be formed out and got their room card. He ran back to Ashley, who hadn't moved an inch from the spot where she came in and said "Lets go! You're so close!" Somewhere within, Ashley found the strength inside her to press on. Her over-flowing bladder, somehow still holding 6 hours of piss thrashed around the insides of the poor girl, yet she still pressed on. Slowly hobbling to the elevator with Isaac right by her side. They had to use an elevator because they chose their room on the fourth floor. If they had used the stairs, there was no doubt Ashley would have flooded the entire staircase. The elevator started moving, causing another spurt into her jeans and a hiss to echo throughout the elevator. Pee drops fell to the floor. A dark line had started to crawl down the inside of her thigh. What's worse was that despite the initial force of the spurt dissapearing, a steady trickle of drops was coming out of her, showing no signs of stopping. "Shit shit shit! Isaac it's coming out! Oh fuck!" was Ashley's frantic response as she shuffled on the spot, bobbing up and down, crossing and re-crossing her legs, basically pee-dancing, anything that could stop her from wetting herself. "Fuck. I don't think I'll make it." "Don't say that! You're so close!" Isaac reasured her. "I'll carry you!" He said. "Huh?" Ashley looked at him surprised, but before she could say anything, he picked her up like a bride. A bursting bride about to drown the entire hotel in hot piss. The new position wasn't entirely comfortbale, but she would have to endure it. So there she lay in Isaac's arms, on the verge of crying, keeping her legs crossed like a pretzel, squeezing her leaking pussy stronger than ever. The elevator door opened. Isaac wasted no time, quickly glancing at the direction signs and dashing onwards. All the time Ashley's small trickle kept going. Due to the angle she was being held at, the pee didn't run straight down, instead making Ashley's wet patch grow onto her butt. Thank whatever higher being there is for the floor being devoid of other people. "We're here!" Isaac exclaimed as he rounded a corner and saw the room with their number on it. He gently put Ashley down on the floor. She immediatelly broke in a furious pee dance, pee flowing out of her with increasing strength. A few drops landed on the carpet and left a dark spot where she stood. Frantically Isaac swiped the card. The door unlocked. He held it open for Ashley who now, with relief only a few steps away from her, broke into a desperate dash for the bathroom. She ran inside, scouring the layout of their room. She saw a closed door and ran to it. It undoubtedly had to be the bathroom. Her bladder sent more and more burning spasms throughout her, making her flow gain more and more strength with each step she took. Her pee was now dripping through her fingers. She opened the door, turned the lights on and there it was. The porcelain throne she had been dreaming of this whole time. She tried to run to it, but it was far too much for her. There was no stopping it anymore. Her bladder sent the strongest spasm yet, causing her to twitch and freeze. That was the finisher. The floodgates opened. Ashley exploded thrashing pee into her jeans and onto the obviously well-maintained bathroom floor. She tried to hold it back by reinforcing her grip and squeezing her legs shut, but it sprayed through as if she was trying to stop a blasting water hose with her thumb. This was it. She stopped fighting it back. Pee cascaded through her pink panties, down her legs and onto the tile floor. If there was anyone in the neighbouring rooms, they probably thought that a burst pipe was pouring water out into the entire room. Partially true, with the exception of Ashley being the one to burst and pouring her contents out with the force of a blasting faucet. "Haaa... haaaaaah. Haaaa fuck." came her relieved moans. It no longer matered that she was wetting her pants. She could finally let out all the pee she'd been carrying around in her swolen bladder this whole time. The bulge on her abdomen deflated as she peed and peed a waterfall into the sparkling clean hotel bathroom with the toilet right in front of her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Tears of joy and relief. She was free of the pressure that had been torturing her for the last hour. As her pent up pee crashed down, her knees started to tremble and her legs feel weak. She was about to fall in the growing puddle on the floor, but Isaac quickly catched her. Gently supporting her fall and squating down on her level and hugging her from behind. Ashley, still going strong, layed down in his embrace. Breathing and gasping heavily with Isaac's arms holding her, as her roaring stream turned to a trickle and finally to silence, leaving the two in a massive puddle of pee. "Feel better?" Isaac asked gently stroking Ashley's head. "Yeah." came her quiet response. She sounded and looked like she'd run a marathon. Her face was red and covered in sweat. "Hey don't worry", Isaac calmly told her "Accidents happen all the time." "Yeah, but this is like the second time this month!" she said, burrying her face in her hands, blushing a deep red. "Aw come on Ash. This isn't your fault. We just couldn't find a bathroom in time. None of this is on you. Besides, it's only me. You know I don't mind your accidents." "I know" she said, taking his hand "but I'm an adult. I should be able to hold it." Isaac gripped her wet hand, turned her around, looked her in the eye and said "The last time you went to a bathroom was 6 hours ago! When we first stopped at that rest area, I thought I won't last another half hour. You somehow managed to last almost another two, despite drinking way more than me. You held it as long as you could. This stuff just... happens. Don't beat yourself up about it." Ashley finally smiled again and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "You're the best." she softly said. "You too." he responded, breaking away from her hug, only to go back in for a deep kiss. There they were. On their knees. Surrounded by an enormous puddle of pee only a few feet away from a toilet. Embracing each other and passionatelly making out. Ashley found that her privates were now relieved and highly sensitive. Her current position - immense relief and Isaac kissing her - made them feel tingly. Maybe she could use this to her advantage. "Hey Isaac." she broke away from the kiss. "Yeah?" he said, not knowing what to expect. She leaned to his ear and softly whispered "Will you help me clean myself up?" "Certainly." he whispered back with the same energy, reaching down to Ashley's zipper. The summer sun outside may have been hot, but it was nothing compared to what the two lovers did next on their room's bed. Maybe their trip wasn't off to as bad a start as Ashley initially thought.
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    A collaboration with pixiv user 羽森R ( HaneMoriR, literal translation being FeatherForestR ) where he made the story and the concept sketches and I did the drawings, part of an ongoing series that, if my Japanese is correct, is about bizarre and short horror stories in which girls have to hold their pee. Each entry of the series has had a different artist draw it and I asked if I could be the 7th and was accepted. Currently being translated to japanese so it's not in pixiv yet but I was given permission to post it here early (Oshigama (おしがま) is an abbreviation of Oshikko Gamann (おしっこ我慢) which translates to “pee patience” where “patience” is a word in Japanese that can also be used to refer to holding, making the title roughly translate to “Peehold danger zone”) HaneMoriR pixiv account: https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=9974899 “Oshigama” danger zone: https://www.pixiv.net/user/9974899/series/6286 HaneMoriR's pixiv version (with japanese translation): https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=74981540 Edit: Compressed all files in a single one for easier downloading but kept all the image files too in case it doesn't work correctly. Edit 2: Added the page with the version with japanese translation

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  19. Hi again all, It's been a while but I have been trying to find time to write the second chapter about Alice. If you missed it, chapter one is here. Massive thanks for the positive feedback from posters on my previous chapter. Hope you enjoy this one! I don't get much time, but i'll try to follow this up when I can! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice stood on the street, tapping her foot subconsciously as she stared at the building. From the outside, it was nothing special. Just a typical dilapidated old warehouse in East London that had seen a revival in recent years, with investors flooding the area as it became fashionable. 'I should have bought a place here ten years ago, it would have quadrupled in price by now' Alice thought as she stared. She hadn't been sure she would come back to this building. Her past experience here had been completely unexpected and entirely new to her. Although the high salary was extremely appealing, Alice had always thought of herself as rather 'normal', sexually. What happened here the week before had been so far out of her comfort zone that afterwards she had sworn to herself she wouldn't go back. That was five days ago. Since then, there had been very little she was able to think about except for the feeling of utter and complete desperation she had felt, combined with the extremely erotic way she had been touched by another woman. Alice had been more turned on than she could ever remember that afternoon, and she had remained so for the last five days, no matter how many times she told herself to ignore it. Alice had never been one for 'self pleasuring'. She had always seen it as extremely embarassing, even when her friends talked about it. The last five days she had come closer than ever before to giving it a try. She was finding the constant tingling and dampness between her legs almost unbearable. Added to that, every time she needed to pee she had become so uncontrollably aroused that she had to go and pee immediately or her legs would start to go weak as she tried to hold it in. That was exactly what was happening now. Her first day in the Omobar, as a paid member of staff. A very well paid member. Her bladder felt uncomfortable. She would normally have gone to the bathroom an hour before, at least, but she had been told to turn up needing to pee, and here she was. Tapping her foot on the pavement and building up the courage to enter. 'Here we go then' she muttered, and strode across the road, pushing the buzzer. The door swung open after a few minutes and she walked down the stairs. A friendly face greeted her at the elevator. "Hi Alice, welcome back," Sophie said with a smile showing her perfect teeth. She wore a short, figure hugging pink dress which showed off her curves beautifully, her hair falling in ringlets over prominent and poorly concealed breasts. "Thanks!" replied Alice, blushing a little as she took in the gorgeous figure in front of her. 'What is wrong with me at the moment? Everything is turning me on like crazy" she thought to herself angrily. 'Behave like a professional for god's sake' They got into the lift and descended to the floor below. "Changing rooms," smiled Sophie, noticing Alice's questioning glance. She hadn't been to this floor during the last visit. The doors slid open and Alice looked around. It was like a changing room at a fancy gym, except with the notable absence of toilets. She squeezed her thighs together and rose onto tiptoes for a moment. "Need to pee?" Sophie asked "Pretty badly" Alice replied with a weak smile, resuming her leg tapping. "Well the clients should be here in about half an hour, so not too much waiting. Time to get changed! Drink this." Sophie handed her one of the mysterious cocktails she had been served at her interview. "What should I wear?" Alice sipped her cocktail, feeling nervous that the outfits she had brought were not glamorous enough "Everything is here in your locker, don't worry" Sophie replied, with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. "It's just me and you tonight, only two clients. Should be great fun!" Alice surprised herself by feeling slightly disappointed. She realised she had been hoping that Rachel would be there, with her full, wet mouth and probing, soft, sensual fingers... She stopped herself and realised she had been about to touch herself through her skirt just thinking about it. Blushing a deep red she turned around and sat down on a bench, pressing the edge of it into her crotch and wriggling on it to stop her need to pee being quite so severe. "Sorry, I..." She said, red faced. "Don't worry," replied the brunette. "I was the same when I started. Had to make myself cum about 8 times a day for the first month just to calm myself down." She winked slowly at Alice and looked her up and down, which only served to increase Alice's arousal. "Oh, I don't... erm... No, I haven't..." Alice chuckled bashfully, unsure of what to say when faced with such a brazen admission. "Shut up!" Sophie replied with her mouth open. "You haven't touched yourself since last week??" "I've never.. erm... never done that!" Alice muttered under her breath, finishing her cocktail with a slurp. "Shit, girl, you must be going out of your mind. This place is the sexiest place I've ever been, and your interview was one of the sexiest things i've ever seen! How could you stand not cumming after that?!" "It's been... difficult" Sophie looked long and hard at the wriggling girl and after a few moments, said "I've got just the thing for you tonight. Get dressed." Alice stood up with an effort, clenching her pee hole closed, and pulled a dress identical to Sophie's but in black out of the locker. 'What the hell was in the drink??' she thought to herself for the second time that week. She undressed slowly, being careful not to jolt her bladder. Her top and bra came off with her legs crossed, but she had to twist her skirt to unzip it and it put awful pressure on her bladder. "Fuck, not yet!" she moaned, sliding her legs frantically past each other as she buried her hand in her crotch. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood there in black lace panties, hand in her crotch, as she tried to decide the best way to get the dress on without pissing in it before the night had even started. "You are so beautiful" Said Sophie, coming round from behind the lockers. "And damn sexy when you hold yourself. Is it that bad already?" Alice nodded and whimpered. She had drunk a lot of water and two mugs of tea before coming just in case she didn't need to pee enough.It was all hitting her at once now and she collapsed to her knees, sitting on her heel, grinding it into her crotch. Together, they squeezed Alice into the dress. It felt way too tight around her bladder and she didn't dare get up. There was no room for a bra under the dress and Alice was sitting on her heel so there was no way to get the dress past her hips without her standing. "OK, ready?" Said Sophie, who had started to wriggle around herself. "One, two.... three" Alice clenched as hard as she could, stood up, and her hand flew to her crotch. She had gotten so desperate so quickly again, but this time after the last five days of sexual denial, she was also getting uncontrollably horny. This was easily the most desperate she had been since her interview, and it seemed, now, that desperation was directly linked to arousal. Even just with her hand in her crotch, not moving, on the outside of her panties she felt her legs getting weak and her breath becoming shallow, her face reddening. "No, no" Sophie intervened. "Not yet beautiful," Alice was returned to the real world and realised she had her eyes closed and was leaning against the lockers. She looked down at herself, dress hiked up around her hips, hand on her small panties. She blushed again. "Sorry, I... I don't know what..." Sophie stepped over so she was within an inch of Alice's face. Her beautiful perfume and bouncy chestnut hair occupying all of Alice's senses apart from those in her bladder. She leaned in and sensually, softly and fragrantly kissed Alice on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds but to Alice it felt like weeks. She was breathless again and her knees were shaking, half from her desperate attempt to hold her bladder, half from how close she was to orgasm. "Plenty of time for orgasms. Plenty of them." She was still so close Alice could have licked her. "The clients are arriving now and we need to be ready." she whispered in Alice's ear. "Take off your panties" "I can't, I'll piss myself" the poor girl moaned, legs bouncing back and forward. "You can do this" A soft whisper Alice took a deep breath, concentrated with all her strength on holding her pee, and released her hand. "Aaaaaaaaah" screamed the poor tortured girl with the sheer effort of holding her pee hole closed without her hand to help. Her chest was heaving, breasts almost coming out of the small cups that the dress provided. With one swift movement, Sophie bent down, pulled the black panties down to Alice's ankles and replaced Alice's hand with her own, jamming it between the tanned thighs which were pounding up and down, mincing together in a last ditch effort to hold on. "Oh. My. God." Exclaimed Sophie as Alice stood, trembling, her whole body shaking as she fought the wave of pee inside her. "You are unbelievably wet. I have literally never felt anything like this!" Sophie's fingers were sliding aroung between Alice's legs as she writhed, leaning against the lockers. "I... Can't ....Stop" She screamed. She could feel a wave building up inside her. Her whole body was burning, shaking, tingling with the most incredible feeling she could ever imagine. Her toes went numb, followed by her fingers, and still Sophie's hand slid around the soft, slippery wetness between her legs, Alice's bladder felt like it was ready to explode. Pain shot through her stomach and down into her crotch, mixing with the intense pleasure she was getting from Sophie. She writhed and groaned, faster and harder. "I... Seriously..." She breathed "Can't..." With that Alice collapsed against the lockers and Sophie reached around behind her to steady her, pressing into her stomach accidentally. The second she did so, a loud hissing sound burst from between Alice's legs and she screamed, on the very edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. "No! Stop!" Said Sophie urgently, breathing heavily and looking flushed herself. Alice started retreating from the edge of orgasm. "Please, keep touching! Almost... There..." But Sophie had removed her hand and was repeating herself. "Stop!!" With a superhuman effort, Alice pulled all her strength together and cut off the flow of pee. She had peed for about fifteen seconds. Not nearly enough to satisfy her desperate bladder, but enough to enable her stand without holding herself. "Why?" She asked breathlessly, chest heaving and feeling slowly returning to her toes. "You have to be desperate for the clients," replied Sophie with a wink. "But I need to..." Alice was returning to herself now. Still desperate to pee, still desperate for an orgasm, but still bashful. She admonished herself for almost saying 'cum' infront of someone else! She hastily pulled her dress down to cover her still dripping vagina, noticing the fluid coating the inside of her thighs. "Like I say, plenty of time," Sophie smiled mischeviously. She pulled out a strange looking device that looked like a three pronged rubber fork but with the three prongs arranged in a triangle and the handle missing. "This is for you". Sophie stepped towards Alice again and slowly pulled up her dress, once again revealing her neatly trimmed hair and shining wet crotch. Alice was wriggling a little with desperation but she allowed Alice to guide the rubber fork into her pussy. One prong reached inside her, pressing gently on the inside of her, right against her g-spot. Alice gasped sharply as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. 'Another woman is putting something inside me!' her mind shouted, almost as loud as her bladder was shouting. The second and third prongs reached outside, one on either side of her enlarged clitoris which was slippery and begging to be touched. The prongs brushed it slightly and Alice shuddered with pleasure, almost losing control of her bladder again. "Shit!" she shouted instinctively, and her hand shot to her crotch. To her surprise, the little toy was so well fitted to her that she could barely feel it, even with her hand against her naked crotch. She bounced up and down on the spot a little, regaining composure. "There, that should do it" Said Sophie with a smile. "What is that thing??" "A vibrator," Alice blushed, yet again. "I've never... used..." "Then you're in for a treat," replied Sophie. "Because I've got the controller for yours and now..." she reached down to Alice's crotch and did something Alice couldn't see. "You've got the controller for mine. "Watch" Sophie pulled her skirt up, revealing neatly trimmed hair that was just long enough to curl. She put her hand into her crotch, as if to stop herself peeing. It was, quite simply, the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen. As soon as Sophie touched her crotch, an incredible thing started happening to Alice. All at once, she felt like she was about to burst with pee, her clit was shooting fireworks into her body she screamed in pleasure. Sophie took her hand away. "You can't be that obvious!" she said, chuckling. "We're not really supposed to use these, but because they're so small nobody ever notices. But they will if you have a screaming orgasm every time I hold myself! I'll be doing that a lot tonight!" Alice could see stars. She felt like her world had just exploded with pleasure. "I thought I was going to pee right then!" "That's the g-spot, it'll do that to you," Sophie grinned. "Come on, we're late, and I am bursting for a pee. Let's get this show started." The two girls straightened themselved up and, wriggling and bending over slightly at the waist, they got back in the elevator... ...To be continued
  20. Quackduck

    Full Bladder Curse!

    Although this story is primarily desperation and wetting, there are a couple of moments that include farting. To avoid putting you off if you're not into it, I've made the omorashi parts yellow and the farting parts green to make them easier to avoid. Part One Olivia was a curious girl, always wandering through the Magic Forest where she wasn't supposed to go. "There are dangerous things in there," her older sister would tell her, "you wouldn't want a wizard to cast a spell on you for trespassing in his home!" Olivia didn't listen, though. There were far too many wonderful things to see in the Magic Forest. As she wandered gleefully through a path, she came upon a stream. It wasn't an ordinary stream, though, for the water ran a magnificent glowing blue. Olivia, who had become parched from walking for so long, knelt down and drank from the river. It was the best water she'd ever tasted! She drank and drank until her tummy was full and her thirst was adequately quenched. "Stop!" she heard someone yell, "stop, stop!" She looked up and saw a small bearded man with a long cane pointing at her. "You dare drink from my river? My magic river?" "Oh, I'm awfully sorry," she said apologetically, "I didn't realize this river was yours!" "Bah, that's what they all say! All want a taste of my splendid water, but it isn't for you! For that, you must pay!" "But I'm only a girl! I've no powers or weapons! I'll leave now, and you'll never see me again!" "Nay, no weapons, but you have prying eyes that saw the way to my magic river!" "I'll never speak a word of it, I swear! I swear!" "Hmm," the wizard stroked his beard contemplatively, "maybe you speak the truth, but you still have a belly full of magic water. That must come out. Okay, hold still." With that, the wizard shot a beam of golden light at Olivia. It stung a bit, but it mostly just scared her. She fell backwards into the grass. "Hey!" she shouted, "what did that do?" "You'll soon see, little girl. It will wear off in a day or two. Now begone with you!" Olivia ran as far away from the river as she could. By then, it had begun to get dark, and her sister Emma would be wanting her home soon. She began the long way back. As she walked, the curious girl felt herself needing the restroom rather urgently. It wasn't too bad, but she picked up the pace. Not five minutes later, though, her hands had made their way in between her legs, and she was hoping she could make it home. She walked even faster. Ten minutes after that, she was hobbling as fast as she could through the forest, really needing a toilet. She needed to go so badly, but she wasn't even halfway home yet! She decided she couldn't wait and strayed from the trail to look for a good bush. Once she found one, she began undoing her belt while hopping around from foot to foot. "Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee..." she was saying to herself, pulling down her pants to release her stream. Just at that moment, though, a Bush Gnome popped out, one of the many whimsical woodland creatures that reside in the Magic Forest. She'd never pulled her pants up so fast. "What're you doing in my front lawn?" he demanded. "I'm sorry!" Olivia said as she ran away embarrassed, urine sloshing around in her bladder. Now it was an emergency. She felt like she was going to leak at any moment! With both hands pressed hard into her girlhood, she frantically ran around the forest looking for an uninhabited place to do her business. The problem with that is that the magic forest is teeming with intelligent life, gnomes here and wizards there, eyes at every turn that Olivia doesn't want to see her peeing. While she was running, though, she began to leak, and she realized that she didn't have a choice. She yanked her pants down, fell on her butt with her legs spread, and released a torrent of pee, her belly thanking her graciously for the relief. Her head fell back and her eyes closed with bliss. When she looked down, she was surprised to see glowing blue streaming out of her privates instead of golden yellow. This must have been the work of the wizard. She felt immensely relieved, but the experience had brought back some bothersome memories. As long as she could remember, it was a common occurrence that she would be absolutely desperate for a pee in the morning, but Emma would occupy the bathroom and make her wait. She would bang on the door and beg to be let in. Her sister found the whole situation hilarious and would purposely take as long as possible to come out. She would open the door to make it seem like she was going to come out, then slam it in Olivia's face when she came running. A few times, it had gotten so bad that she was forced to sprint downstairs and relieve herself in the yard. The last time she did this, though, her sister caught her, and she was subject to even more humiliation. After that, Olivia never even knocked on the bathroom door when she needed to go. She simply sucked it up and held it until the bathroom was available, doing her best to show as little desperation as possible. She got rather good at holding, too, so it was kind of a shock to have lost control so quickly. That was what she thought about for the entire walk home, thankful that she wasn't around Emma when the curse had set in. By the time she reached her front door, though, she was already shifting her weight from foot to foot. She stepped inside and saw her sister reading on the couch. "Hey," she greeted. "Hey," Olivia responded sheepishly, making a beeline to the bathroom. "You weren't in the Magic Forest, were you?" "N-no," she said, stepping lightly in place. "'Cause I can tell, you know, when you're lying." She stared Olivia in the eye. There was an unusual air of seriousness in her voice. "You weren't in the Magic Forest, were you?" "I swear I wasn't!" A worried, guilty Olivia stood frozen in place, clenching her lower half trying to keep her water in. Finally, she said "I have to pee!" and ran to the toilet, which wasn't a lie. She really had to go. She released a forceful stream of blue and left to her room, where she picked up one of her favorite books. She hadn't even gotten five pages in before she felt the familiar tingle in her abdomen again. "What the hell?" she mumbled to herself. "That's it! Why do I have to go so often? It's probably an illusion or something. I don't actually have to go, I just think I do. I'm not gonna go until tomorrow morning!" Thirty minutes after that declaration, she was having second thoughts. She struggled to stay concentrated on her book, having to reread pages two, three, even four times when her need took up to much of her mind. Her bladder felt like it was about to explode. She was forced to change leg positions every few seconds when the discomfort got to be too much. She gave up on reading and threw her book to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest. Her squeezing fingers and her burning urethra didn't feel like adequate protection against the ocean of pee inside of her. Illusion or not, she had to GO. Olivia jumped up and ran to the bathroom, but to her dismay, it was closed and locked. Her sister must be in there. As she jumped, squirmed, and squeezed herself, she felt small squirts of urine occasionally trickle out of her and dampen her underwear. She couldn't bring herself to pee in the yard again, but she had to do something. She twisted and contorted her legs to knock on the door. "How long are you gonna be, Emma?" she asked sheepishly. "You just went!" snapped her sister. "Leave me alone!" Olivia groaned miserably and pressed her fingers in between her legs with all her might, struggling to keep dry. The poor, desperate girl was so full of liquid that she couldn't think. She spurted, then again, then again. Afraid of wetting herself, she ran into her room, dropped her pants, grabbed an armful of dirty laundry, and held it in between her legs. She relaxed, making a loud, hissing stream into the clothes. It didn't take long until the clothes were almost drenched and her bladder had been emptied enough so that she was no longer desperate. There was still a dull ache reminding her that she still needed to go, though, and not too long after that she was back to squirming around in uncomfortable agony. With both hands pressed firmly in her crotch, the bursting girl sprinted to the bathroom, hoping her sister was done. She wasn't. She jumped, squirmed, squeezed, and twisted for almost ten minutes before the leaks started happening again. Her already damp underwear was cold and sticking to her body. "Ohhh... I wish I'd never drank from that river!" she moaned, "I hate this stupid curse and I hate that stupid wizard!" Deciding she had no other choice, she held herself as hard as she could and sprinted outside, a small but constant trickle of urine escaping her. As soon as she was out the door, she yanked her pants down, squatted, and exploded a strong blue stream, her pee quickly puddling around her feet. She sighed blissfully, thankful that her house was secluded enough not to be seen, but she still felt twinges of embarrassment and hoped with all her heart that her sister wouldn't see her. She pulled her pants back up, feeling the cold dampness of her undergarments against her crotch and her butt, then went back to her room. Olivia immediately changed into her pajamas. Later in the night as she lay in bed reading her book, rather tired, she suddenly noticed another dire need to pass water. She hadn't even realized that she needed to go. She rushed to the toilet and relieved herself, then went back to bed and fell asleep. To be continued...
  21. I woke up groggily next to my lover, who was still fast asleep. My curly black hair was knotted and the only article of clothing I had on was a white T-shirt. My bottom half was completely exposed under the covers. I hadn’t planned on getting fucked, so I had a embarrassingly unkept bush. I didn’t remember much from the night before on account of the amount of drinks I had. Just one of the many side effects I felt from having too much fun, along with a splitting headache and a bursting bladder. Oh, fuck, I thought, as my immense need to urinate truly set in. It seemed like an entire gallon of hot piss was bulging out of my belly, pulsing torturously. I tried crawling out of bed as silently as I could, but I still woke him up. “Where you goin’?” he mumbled, eyes half closed. ”Bathroom,” I replied, stepping in place as I searched for my pants. ”—Time izzit?” ”Half past nine.” He jumped up, startled. “Don’t go out there!” He whispered. ”Why?” I asked pleadingly, desperately fidgeting and squeezing myself. The huge amount of alcohol I had drank was stretching my bladder far more than I was comfortable with. ”I told you last night you had to be out of here by seven. If my parents see you here, I’m dead.” ”Shit. I’m sorry, I don’t even remember that. I can be quiet, I just really have to piss.” ”No! You’re climbing out the window. Don’t pass my parents bedroom.” ”Nathan, it’s seriously an emergency. I can’t wait—“ ”My parents can’t see you! Go!” I pulled on my underwear and jeans, but I didn’t button them. “I can be quick, I just have to go so badly—“ ”No! You can’t go anywhere in my house. My parents room is right down the hall. You have to get out now! I’ll call you.” I knew he wouldn’t. I buttoned my jeans painfully over my bulging tummy and climbed out of the window. With both hands desperately grabbing at my crotch, I snuck out of his yard to the safety of the road. I had no idea where I was. I danced in place as I sent for an Uber, but my phone died as it was going through. ”Fuck!” I cursed. I stood there looking around and squirming for a minute before I cut my losses and went back to his window, which I quietly knocked on sheepishly. He looked at me incredulously. ”What the fuck?” He mouthed. ”Open it!” I whispered, unable to make it any less obvious that I was about to piss my pants. He opened it. “What do you want?” ”I don’t know where I am or how to get home. My phones dead.” He sighed. “Get in. Be absolutely silent! Ill let you charge your phone here, but you have to be ready to hide if my parents come in.” ”Thanks so much,” I said, climbing back in. I grimaced as my bladder continued to complain. “Dude, I seriously gotta piss though,” I told him as I plugged my phone in. ”I told you you can’t leave this room.” I unbuttoned my jeans. “You don’t have, like, a cup or something in here that I can use?” ”Nasty ass.” ”I’m really not kidding,” I told him, doubling over and pushing my fingers into my privates. “You have no idea how bad I need to use the bathroom.” ”I don’t care.” “Fucking jesus...” I choked while on the verge on tears, gripping myself with all my strength as I spurted into my underwear. My urethra stung as I cut off the short-lived stream. “You’re really gonna piss yourself if you don’t go soon?” He asked. I nodded. Nathan sighed and got up. “I’ll get you a cup, but you’re taking it with you, alright?” “Thank you so much,” I said, still doubled over. He left, leaving me alone in his room cradling my burning bladder. I felt like I could explode at any moment. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, but I knew it was too early to be Nathan. I scrambled under the bed and held my breath, cringing as my bloated belly was squished against the hardwood floor. The person opened the door, but didn’t come in. “What are you doing, Dad?” I heard Nathan say. “I could have sworn I heard a woman’s voice,” was the reply. “I was watching something on my phone.” I rolled onto my side so my piss bulge wouldn’t be crushed any longer. It continued agonizingly throb. I started leaking again, and my hands shot in between my legs to stem the flow. My bladder was screaming. I heard the footsteps recede back down the hallway, then his bedroom door close. “Where are you?” he whispered. I climbed out from under the bed, doubled over and nearly crying. One hand was squeezing my crotch while one hand was reaching with shaky hands for the small styrofoam 7/11 cup he’d retrieved for me. “You have to be silent when you do this,” he said, pulling the cup away. “I will, just please let me pee,” I begged, already pulling my pants down. As soon as he handed me the cup, I squatted over it and exploded. Urine loudly hissed out of me and splattered into the cup, filling it quicker than I thought. I bit my lip to keep from moaning from the pleasure. Nathan hit me on the shoulder and stared daggers at me, putting his finger to his mouth and telling me to be quiet. I couldn’t. If only he knew how good it felt to finally release all that pent up liquid at that moment. I looked back down and saw that the cup was alarmingly full, almost overflowing. I immediately stemmed the flow, my urethra badly stinging. I winced and squeezed my girlhood, drops of pee making my palm wet. “There, you pissed,” he whispered, “now get out! Hurry!” “I’m not done!” I pleaded, squirming desperately, but he ushered me toward the window with my pants still around my knees. I dumped the urine out of the open window. “Nathan, I still really have to go.” “Take the cup and go outside!” “I can’t go outside!” “You’re going to have to!” I yanked my pants up. He handed me my phone, which was now at 3%, and rushed me out the window. I knew I couldn’t go outside, so I didn’t even take the cup with me. There was nowhere I could go for privacy. I was less desperate than I was before, but I still really had to go. I snuck out of his yard and sent for an Uber. That time it went through. I waited for nearly fifteen minutes, marching, holding myself, jumping around, doubling over, and crossing my legs. I did basically anything you could imagine to keep the ocean of pee inside me. When the Uber came driving down the road, I was twisted up like a pretzel, bobbing up and down. I was fidgeting for the whole drive to my house, scooting back and forth when it became particularly bad. I arrived at my house, leapt out of the car, and ran up to the front door, which was locked. I jogged in place as I searched my pants for the key. I had my phone, my wallet, a couple of loose pennies... No key. I had lost my house key. I checked under the mat, on the windowsills, and every possible crevice on the porch to no avail. My parents were on vacation and wouldn’t be getting home for another few days. With both hands pressed firmly between my legs, I ran around to the backyard and checked the door. Also locked. I was getting about as desperate as I was when I was in Nathan’s room. I unbuttoned my pants as my belly started to bulge and press against the waistband again. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, which was now at 1%, and called my friend Julia. She didn’t answer at first. “Hello?” “Julia!” I exclaimed, wiggling around, “what are you doing?” “Nothin’. Watchin, TV.” “I really need you to come pick me up.” “Are you alright?” “I’m fine, I just—“ I doubled over more, squeezing myself harder, “I’m locked out of my house and I really need to pee.” She laughed. “Are you serious?” “Julia, please, I’m about to burst!” “Alright, jeez. I’m on my way.” At that moment, my phone died and I was left alone with my screaming bladder once again. I ran back to the front porch so I’d see Julia pull up. There, I hopped around and squirmed, ready to cry. I was definitely at the level I was at Nathan’s, if not worse. My bloated belly pulsed constantly and agonizingly. I continued to jump and march around, even though every step felt like daggers in my tummy. I just couldn’t stand still at all. I sat down on the armrest of a chair, grinding into my crotch in an attempt at some sort of relief. I let out a strong spurt into my underwear, wincing at the pain of holding. I stuck both of my hands into my pants, gripping my pussy with all of my strength. I spurted again directly into my hands, gritting my teeth and tensing my entire lower half. “Fuckkk...” I groaned miserably, getting back on my feet and waddling to the door. I tried the knob again in vain, stepping pathetically in place as my howling, overfilled bladder begged to be emptied. I started leaking again, but this time I couldn’t stop it. I dropped to a squatting position, holding myself as hard as I could. It went on for a long time, too, far longer than I wanted. I thought my body was going to completely empty itself, but I fought it every second it was happening, no matter how painful. Enough urine to drench my butt and my thighs escaped me before I was able to stop. My entire body was shaking by the time I did. Although I wasn’t as desperate as before, I was still filled to the brim with liquid that wanted out. For a minute, I sat there as still as I could, holding myself. I pushed myself back up when I heard a car coming down the street. To my luck, it was Julia. Noting my drenched pants, I waddled as fast as I could and poked my head in te window, squirming and dancing around. “I leaked,” I said, “a lot...” “I see that,” Julia giggles. She took an old shirt off the car floor and put it on the passenger seat. I climbed in, my thighs sticky and my bladder bursting. “How did you manage to get locked out?” She asked, laughing. “Can we please get to your house?” I pleaded, “I’m about to explode!” “Alright, jeez!” I squirmed and fidgeted the entire way there, trying to keep the fact that I was leaking every few seconds from Julia, who found the whole situation hilarious. She kept hitting her breaks and lurching me forward, which was immensely torturous. “Pleeease stop,” I begged, half-laughing and half-sobbing. Julia just giggled. All of the liquid pent up inside of me sloshed around with every bump. By the time we arrived at her house, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to climb out of the car, but I immediately started leaking the moment I put weight on my feet. “What are you waiting for?” Julia asked. “I don’t think I can stand up,” I replied. I felt my ears burning red. “Is it actually that bad?” She wasn’t laughing as much anymore. I didn’t say anything back. I sat there tensed up, squeezing my girlhood and waiting for the wave to pass, but it didn’t. It lingered in my aching, throbbing tummy. “I don’t think I’ve ever had to pee this bad before,” I muttered. All I could think about was how much my bladder was stretching past its limit. “I mean,” Julia said, “you’re already wet. You might as well just... you know.” I looked up at her. “What?” “Pee yourself.” “Nuh-uh,” I grumbled, pushing my shaky fingers harder into my crotch. “It’s one thing to lose control, but it’s another thing to just wet myself voluntarily like a three year old.” “You’re pushing yourself unnecessarily. The damage is already done. I mean, you’re dripping all over my car as we speak!” I snickered. I felt my abdomen cramp as I did so, but it made me feel a little better. “My parents aren’t home,” she continued, “you could just stand up and let go. I’ll lend you more clothes, and you could shower here.” I sighed a quick and shuddery sigh as my bladder contracted, my bloated belly aching with the pain of a gallon of hot piss inside me. I was bulging out so much I couldn’t believe it. The pee that had already managed to escape was sticking my pants to my body. To be honest, I just wanted it to be over. I stood up. Almost immediately, I started leaking. My body instinctively tensed up, weakening the stream, before I told it to embrace my fate. I let go. Fully and completely. A strong, hissing stream of piss shot out of my, utterly drenching my pants and cascading down my legs. I gasped with the pleasure of it. Darkness quickly seeped down to my ankles and a golden river was making its way into the grass. I put some pressure on my belly, pushing my pee out even quicker. My bulge was deflating like a balloon. I moaned a little and bit my lip, feeling an oddly sexual sensation accompany my relief. This went on for a long time, longer than I cared to count. As it trickled to an end, I noticed Julia waiting awkwardly, looking around at the sky a bit red in the face. “Feel better?” she asked. I nodded, laughing. “I’ve never pissed so much in my life,” I said, looking at my dripping pants. My relief began to turn to shame. “Oh my god, I wet myself,” I mumbled, burying my face in my hands. “Don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s get you showered and dressed. I’ll wash your clothes.” “Just throw them away.” She laughed. “Or that.” When I got to her bathroom, I skinned off my soaked pants and pulled off my shirt. I glistened with shining streaks of pee. A slight creak from the door startled me. I spun around and saw Julia. I covered myself with my arms, but not very well. “Sorry. I really need to use the toilet before you get in,” she said, rushing over and undoing her pants. “I’ll be quick. Seeing all that just—“ She paused, and looked at my nervous, shameful face, shivering a bit from the cold. She averted her gaze. “It made me have to go.” She dropped her pants, revealing about as much pubic hair as I have, and sat down on the toilet. Urine began pattering in the porcelain bowl almost immediately, and I heard a small sigh of relief. It was a rather substantial amount of urine, too. That was more than just a reaction from seeing me pee; she must have had to go for a while. I brushed this off, though. I got a towel and covered myself, even though she’d already seen. Julia didn’t seem to pay much attention to our modesty. I suppose it was for good reason. Her stream came to an end. She pulled up her pants and neglected wiping, which I found rather odd. She flushed the toilet and left me to take my shower. Under the water, I emptied the remaining liquid I was holding absentmindedly. It travelled down my leg and into the drain. When I had finished my shower and gotten dressed in Julia’s clothes, which were a bit too small, I joined her on the couch and watched TV. “Thanks, by the way,” I said, embarrassed. “For what?” I blinked. “The ride, the shower, the clothes... And I’m really sorry about... wetting myself. That’s really embarrassing, jesus christ...” “Dude, don’t worry about it.” “I can’t not worry about it! I’m not a kid anymore, I should be able to hold my pee in.” “You have no idea how often that happens to me.” “What... peeing yourself?” “I just hold it without thinking. I don’t even really notice it until I really have to go. If I can’t get to a bathroom in time, well...” She shrugged. “Maybe I’m just weird. I don’t know if this makes me a bad person, but it’s kind of a relief to see it happen to someone else for a change.” I scratched my head, not really knowing how to respond. I had to go pee again. The weird thing about holding so much is that you have to go again a couple times afterward. I didn’t go to the bathroom, though. I held it absentmindedly, watching TV with Julia.
  22. Hey guys, I'm back! And I know, I know, I never finished my other 2 interactives, but I figured I'd start a new one anyway, because more desp content is always good, even if it's incomplete. So, this idea will be fairly simple: A girl is dropped into a video game world, and must deal with the world around her in ways the other characters don't have to. Mostly, in the fact that there are no toilets. 🙂 You get to control our character completely. Where she goes, what she does, etc. She'll have an inventory, items, clothing slots, etc. All of which will be controlled by you! 🙂 So, first thing's first, we need to make our girl. What is she like? Hair Style/Colour: Anything works here. 😛 I don't mind making it an outlandish, weird colour if that's what is selected. Age: Preferably 18+, please, but anything works here too. Eye Colour: Preferably a bit more common here, please, something like blue, green, brown, hazel, etc. But something like red or purple is fine. Height: This is optional, but might help with fluff text later. Cup/Breast Size: Same as above. Bladder Capacity: Don't have to do an exact number here, just 'tiny', 'small', 'medium', 'large', 'huge' or somewhere in between. 😛 Personality: Her feelings about certain things will come from this. Is she embarrassed about peeing in public? Does she not want to bother anyone? Does she just like to hold it? Is she an exhibitionist, making her want to flash, making holding harder? Up to you! 🙂 Be as detailed or as vague as you like. 😛 I hope you enjoy this, and I hope I enjoy it enough to continue it. 🙂 I might get art done for it, we'll see how/if that works out.
  23. The other day I was reminded of an incident that happened with me and my first girlfriend. While thinking about how I could use it to write a story, I was reminded of another experience I had with the same girl. Unfortunately, these happened what must’ve been 8 or 9 years ago, and I remember almost no dialogue, and little of the context, although I remember the actual events quite well. Therefore unlike my other fictions, this story is going to be much more fictitious, and I’m going to effectively write a story that incorporates what I remember of the experiences, despite the fact that the experiences happened at different times, because I don’t remember enough to give each one their own story that is mostly accurate to what really happened. The actual omorashi bits will be mostly accurate to the real events however, as I remember them much better. Intro: It was the middle of spring, 2009. It was Friday, unfortunately, and I awoke at 7AM for another “boring” day of Primary School. I was only in Year 4, which sets this story far earlier than any of my others. (Obligatory warning that nothing illegal happens in this story because of the ag of the characters, which I am only making so young because that is literally when this happened and I want to keep this accurate as some events only make sense in the context of Primary School.) While I still wasn’t rally that exited for school, I’d much rather stay at home and read, there was an event of interest. We were going on a school trip to a Roman villa, or at least, a museum built upon the remains of one. I still remember some of this trip, it was one of the best school trips I ever went on. I woke up, and got dressed. I made myself a cup of tea, a task I had only learned to do a year prior and was still trying to refine. I remember around this time that I used to try and experiment with the brewing time to determine how long I liked, back then I liked to remove the teabag almost immediately, meaning I liked the taste of the boiled water rather than the tea, whereas now I prefer 5 or 6 minutes. (This is the problem with my memory. I don’t remember almost any dialogue from this, but I do remember how long I brewed my tea for.) I didn’t know how to cook at this age, so I simply got out the book I was reading and lounged about in the living room and read that for half an hour. I was a very different person back then to now. My family were a bit beyond on technology, our prefered physical media format was VHS, despite DVD coming out 13 years earlier, and we still used a huge armchair sized CRT for TV despite everyone else in our neighbourhood converting to LCDs or Plasma a few years earlier. While I didn’t collect retro technology back then, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you mistakenly thought I did. The reason why I spent my time reading rather than playing a computer game like most of my friends did back then was because our most up-to-date computer was a HP Pavilion dv2000 laptop, that was a museum-piece back then, coming on for 8 years old, that I still own somehow despite it being nearly 17 years old. Anyway, enough about me, my mum came downstairs later, made me some boiled duck eggs for breakfast (don’t ask me why I remember what I had for breakfast that day, I don’t know myself.) and took me to school. I entered my classroom, said hello to my friends, and sat down at a desk at the back of the classroom where I usually would sit because it had a computer on it that I would use to write stories on. I chose this one specifically because it had one of those massive old CRT monitors, rather than the much smaller LCD monitors most of the school computers had moved onto. I preferred the older monitors despite the annoying high-pitched noise they made, (I was used to it from at home though, so it didn’t really bother me.) because the LCD monitors of the day were quite fragile and some of the Neanderthals I called classmates would think it was funny to press down the screen until the liquid crystals dispersed, causing large black splotches that never healed. Nowadays that’s not so much of a problem, but back then it was awful. I used to stick with the CRT displays despite them being nearly as old as me even when I was going there because no matter how hard those idiots tried they could break them so easily. My girlfriend at the time, my first girlfriend, in fact, Sam, came and sat down next to me, and we had a conversation before class started. I never learned what Sam was short for, or at least if I did I never remembered it. I think it was probably short for Samantha, but I don’t remember. I used to know her last name too, but I forgot that a couple of years ago and now I don’t know it anymore. End of Intro: That’s the end of this one for now. It’s just the intro, but I’ll write some more later. I plan to finish my other two stories before I work on this one too much, but I want a reminder of this so I don’t forget the idea before I can write any more of this.
  24. Quackduck

    Superhuman

    In an undisclosed location lies a school for students with unique abilities and gifts. These abilities can include flight, invisibility, super strength, et cetera... This school is meant to allow these students to explore and hone their skills, so that they can safely control them out in the real world. Stepping into this school for the first time is a young girl named Paisley. She had a plaid skirt, a white shirt, thick glasses, braces, and blonde pigtails tied tightly back, the stereotypical nerdy little girl in the body of a teenager. She shuffled shyly through the hall, where students were practicing miraculous things. There was a boy reading a book while floating in mid-air, and a girl heating up her coffee with her hands alone. Paisley had powers of her own, of course, which is why she was sent to this school, though she didn't see a reason for it. Her power was invincibility, literally the safest possible power to have. She wasn't a danger to herself and others at all. Still, her mother sent her to this school to learn to control her powers. Or perhaps she only wanted her to meet some friends, something she never really knew how to do in regular school. Unfortunately, she was just as shy in this school as she was in the last. She pulled a crumpled map of the school from her bag and found the way to the girl's room. There were a few others in there as well, but she paid no attention to them. She flumped her bag down on bed 73 (the bed number printed at the top of the map) and took a seat at the foot of it, gazing out of the window that was placed conveniently next to it. "Hey," she heard someone say. She turned and saw a girl, a bit younger than her, with black braids and dark skin. She smiled widely at her. Paisley half-smiled back, closed-mouthed as to not show off her braces too much. "My name's Breanna," the girl continued, "what's yours?" "Paisley." "That's a pretty name. What's your power?" "I'm invincible," she said quietly. "Whoa! That's awesome," Breanna said, "so you can't die if someone, like, shoots you?" She shook her head. "Huh. That's weird." Paisley looked out the window again. "I can move electricity," Breanna said. "Cool," Paisley murmured, not taking her gaze from the window. "See, watch." She got up and touched a lamp, causing the light to flicker for a moment. Then she walked over and touched Paisley on the arm. It shocked her rather badly. "Ow!" "See? I usually only do it a little bit from a battery or something, but you said you were invincible." "I still feel it..." she muttered, rubbing her arm. "My parents found out that I'm super when I was really little. I would turn on the TV just by touching it and stuff. I'd always zap my brothers when they were annoying, then I'd say it was an accident so I wouldn't get in trouble, which is why they sent me here I think, but I have pretty good control over my power. How'd you find out you were super?" "I ran out in front of a car once when I was really little, like three or four. I had no marks at all when I got back up." "That's crazy. You could be a superhero or something. I'll be right back, I gotta pee." Breanna got up and left the room. Paisley felt a faint ache in her bladder, and wouldn't have minded going herself. She thought it'd be awkward to follow Breanna there, so after she got back, she waited about five minutes before asking. "Could you tell me where the restroom is?" she asked. "It's the first left when you go down the stairs on your right," Breanna explained. Paisley followed these directions, but when she reached her destination, her heart sank. It was a multi-stall bathroom, one with a couple other people in it already. She hated these. She could never relieve herself when other people were in there. She even found it impossible to go when she was alone in one with the possibility of other people entering was looming over her. She returned to her bed and looked out the window, but it wasn't long before Breanna started talking to her again. "So if you're invincible, does that mean you don't have to eat?" Paisley giggled. "I don't have to, but I feel hungry and thirsty. If I chose not to eat, I wouldn't die, but I would feel like I'm starving." "Ohhh, that's weird." The two talked for a long time, and Paisley gradually opened up more and more, until one of the professors called "Lights out in ten!" All the girls promptly changed into their pajamas, and most went down to brush their teeth. Paisley shyly put a shirt over the other, then removed the shirt underneath. She did the same with her pajama shorts, which were much easier because she was wearing a skirt. Then she brushed her teeth and went to bed. "Night," Breanna said, as the whole place went dark. Paisley laid down, but couldn't sleep very well. It was about an hour into the night when the aching in her bladder was becoming more intense. This was the moment she was waiting for to go, though, when the entire school was quiet and nobody was (probably) in the bathrooms. She got out of bed and crept outside, and was immediately met by one of the professors. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed. "Th- uh, I need to go to the restroom, ma'am." "You can't leave the bunks at night! Go back to bed." She went shamefully back to her bed and tried to sleep. When she woke up in the morning, she really had to go. The fidgety girl changed into a clean shirt and skirt and rushed to the bathroom, where, unfortunately, was a crowd of girls all brushing their teeth, showering, and relieving themselves. Paisley couldn't bring herself to pee with all those people around, so she simply brushed her teeth and went to breakfast. "Sit with me," Breanna told her in the lunch line, nudging her arm. She did. There was another girl and two boys there. The girl introduced herself as Dana, and the boys introduced themselves as Benny and Blaine. They were twins. They talked and laughed all breakfast long, though Paisley contributed very little to the conversation, due to her shyness and her distracting need. She was rather hungry, though, and had her breakfast with a tall glass of orange juice. After that, she went to her first lesson. "So," her professor said, reading a single paper from an envelope. "You're invincible, but you can still feel pain?" Paisley nodded her head, squirming a little in her chair. "You don't have any other power, correct?" Paisley shook her head and crossed her legs, tapping her jittery fingers against her legs. "You nervous?" She shrugged. Her professor laughed. "Well," she said, "invincibility is a form of stagnant ward, which means you may have the potential to wield some sort of forceful power. The pain you feel, though," she scratched her head, "it's an interesting situation. It could mean some sort of healing magic. Would you want to be a healer?" Paisley shrugged again, tightening her legs. "You should think about it," her professor told her. The rest of the time was more technical things. She learned how she can grow her powers and morph them into what she wants to be. At lunch, she sat at Breanna's table again and they talked about it, though she avoided conversation as much as possible. She needed a toilet really badly now. Her full bladder felt like a bowling ball in her tummy, pulsing with every step she took and aching with every moment she didn't give it relief. Still, she ate her lunch and drank a lemonade. After lunch, they were allowed outside in the courtyard. It was a very beautiful place. The grass was green and the yard was huge. There was a tall fountain in the center of the courtyard, but it wasn't on, luckily for her. Paisley paid little attention to the scenery anyway, since her belly was so full of hot piss that she could barely concentrate. Breanna invited her to play frisbee, which she denied for obvious reasons. She stayed back alone and tried her best to get lost in a book. Every few seconds, she had to change positions when she felt too uncomfortable. The constant throbbing was making it impossible to read. After that, the students were led back inside where they were taught standard topics to make up for what they were missing in school. Then they left for dinner. Paisley ate her pork chops with a glass of milk. She was discreetly rocking back and forth in pain, caressing her bladder whenever no one was looking at her. Dinner ended, but when she stood up, she nearly fell back into her seat. Paisley was absolutely bursting at the seams. She could barely stand up straight, and it hurt to walk. She waddled her way to the bunks and sat down until lights out. She didn't bother brushing her teeth, she just laid down in her bed and curled up into a fetal position. By that point, most girls would have wet themselves, but Paisley wasn't most girls. If you remember, she can go as long as she wants without food or water, but she'll feel like she's starving. This applies to all other bodily functions as well. She's never thrown up, even when she felt so nauseous she thought she'd die. She's once stayed up for an entire week binge-watching a show without ever passing out. She's also never wet herself after her potty training. It was part of her power. So poor Paisley laid there curled up in pain, her bladder begging to be relieved. It took her a long time to fall asleep, but she did, and when she woke up in the morning, it was an absolute emergency. Paisley felt like she could cry. Her rock-hard bladder had begun to protrude out of her belly, pulsing and throbbing and hurting to no end. She sat up, gritting her teeth, and changed into her regular clothes. Bending down was excruciatingly painful, but she stifled her moans. The poor girl waddled to breakfast, and talked even less than the day before. She ate, but she didn't drink. At her lesson, her professor showed her to a room just up the steps from the bunks. Climbing up the stairs was torture, but again, Paisley composed herself well. After all, she was in no danger of wetting. The room was one of many. Hers was number 73, the very last one at the end of the hall. "This is where you can go for privacy," her professor said, opening the door to reveal a chair, a table, and a bookshelf. "You can personalize it however you want. It has a lock, it's soundproof, and this is the one place you're allowed to go at night." Paisley's ears perked up. If she could leave her bed at night, for any reason, she could have an excuse to use the restroom, right? She realized her legs were shaking, and she tensed her lower half to stop them. She also straightened her posture, which had faltered, and ignored the searing bladder pain that standing up straight was causing her. "You have this place so you can practice your power," she explained. "Superpowers are rooted in emotion. It's as personal as personal can be. There's only so much I can teach you in the classroom, the rest you need to unlock yourself. Just be careful with this door, though. Sometimes it sticks." Paisley strenuously made it through the day, but the poor girl needed to pee so badly she couldn't stand it. Every time something happened that would jar her bladder, she'd gasp or wince and hold back tears. At lunch, she ate but didn't drink, just like breakfast. She denied the invitation to play frisbee and suffered through her school lessons with extreme difficulty. Her handwriting was far worse than usual because her hands were shaking. She felt her skirt digging painfully into her tummy, and her bursting bladder pressing up against her other organs. By the time dinner rolled around, her neglect of any kind of drink was haunting her. On top of her dire and unbearable need to urinate, she was parched. Her throat was dry, and she couldn't get through dinner without anything to drink. She downed two tall glasses of water. Paisley looked down at her bloated stomach. She looked pregnant. She couldn't stop shaking, so she put both of her hands in between her knees until it was time to go back to the bunks. She waddled agonizingly to her bed. Bending down to change was also torture. She could feel her bladder squishing around like a water balloon inside her when her legs pressed against it. She couldn't stop a couple tears from going down her face, but she wiped them away quickly. The poor, bursting girl crawled into bed, holding back sobs of agony. She ran her fingers over her bloated, overfilled bladder and winced. It was sensitive to the touch. She rolled over on her side, gripping the bedsheet hard and biting into her pillow. Her bladder felt like it was going to tear and spill every drop of urine it was holding. She writhed around in agony, biting hard into her knuckles. Paisley pulled the waistband of her shorts and underwear away from her belly for the small amount of relief it gave. She glanced down past her huge, bulging belly at her pussy, which was locked shut and holding the floodgates at bay. She gripped it in hopes of feeling a little less desperate, but instead felt something different. A shockwave of pleasure spread from between her legs, through her bladder, and then shot through her entire body. She gasped. Paisley had never felt it so intensely like that before. She'd masturbated, but it's never been that good. Could it be her need to pee? It still hurt so bad. She wanted nothing more than to empty herself, but she had to try something. Painstakingly, the poor girl crawled out of bed and made her way out of the bunks, hunched over as to not jar her bladder too much. The patter of her bare feet against the cold ground was reverberating off the walls, but she didn't care. As she left the bunks, she caught sight of one of the professors, the same one who told her off the night before, roaming the halls. The toilet wasn't an option, but it wasn't her destination at the moment. She had both hands caressing her enormous bladder as she went up the stairs. Her tortured tummy felt like it was going to explode with pee. She got to room 73, where she rushed in, shut the door, and collapsed to her knees. "Ohhh!!!" she moaned, on the verge of sobbing. "Owwwww..." Both of Paisley's shaking hands were clutching the sides of her shorts so hard her knuckles were white. Her screaming bladder pulsed with extraordinary pain. She yanked her cotton shorts and underwear down and laid on the floor. She writhed around in pure desperation, punching the ground and moaning in misery. The searing agony of her dire need was visible in the way her gorged, overstretched bladder bulged out of her stomach. It looked like she'd swallowed a bowling ball. She gripped her crotch again, and felt the same pleasure she did before. She moaned blissfully, her eyes rolling madly in her head, while she felt every fiery nerve that commanded relief suddenly stimulate in a wave of euphoria. Her heart was racing, her chest rising up and down as her fingers worked like magic in between her legs. Her belly pulsed as more liquid piled up behind her overworked sphincter, but she welcomed it. While her right hand continued, she brought her left hand up to her bladder and applied some pressure. "Huhhn---" she moaned, feeling it push on her other organs. She pushed down harder, and her entire body was rocked with bliss. Waves of sexual energy were sent throughout her entire being, and she came. It was the best orgasm she'd ever had, and it left her laying there, sweating and panting, feeling relief for the first time in days. She hadn't peed though, so her relief was temporary, and her overstretched bladder was soon sending messages to her brain, begging to be emptied, screaming to be drained of the enormous amount of fluid that was pent up inside of her. It was bad, but it wasn't as bad as before. Masturbating had dulled the pain a bit. She went to get up, but her bulge pressed against her thighs. "Ohhh..." she moaned, dropping to the ground again. It seemed her bladder had filled even more. She laid there for a moment with her hands balled up into fists and her flushed red face contorted in excruciating pain. She rolled over to her side and pushed herself up that way, struggling to stand like a baby calf. She really looked pregnant now. Her pulsing tummy was protruding out of her so much it looked like she might pop. She bent down and pulled on her shorts and underwear, groaning miserably as her enormous belly squished against her legs. Paisley made her way to the door, hunched over and miserable, and tried the knob... But it didn't open. "Careful with the lock, sometimes it sticks," were the exact words her professor used. She pulled harder, but it didn't budge. Whimpering and stepping in place, needing to get to the toilet and empty the ocean inside of her. She yanked the door with all her might. It swung open and sent her falling on her butt, jarring her bursting bladder. She bit her lip and scrunched up her face, trying with all her might not to scream in pain. She stood back up shakily and went stiffly down the hall. I have to get to the bathroom, she thought. I can't wait until morning. It hurts so badly. If someone tells me off, I'm not going back to bed. I can't let anyone stop me from peeing... She turned the corner and almost walked right into someone. It startled her badly, but she didn't spill a drop. It wasn't a teacher, though. It was a girl. The girl who was heating up her coffee the other day with her fingers. She had short black hair and pale skin. "Uh-- ex-excuse me..." Paisley stuttered, struggling to stand up straight and look normal. "What are you doing out here?" she asked. "Uhm... I need to go the bathroom," she replied defensively. Stop talking to me, she thought, please, please stop talking so I can pee... "Oh yeah?" the girl asked. She touched her hand to Paisley's bladder. She was taken aback by this unexpected and rather bizarre turn of events, but something was welcoming about it. Her hand was warm and her demeanor was inviting. "I have to go, too," she whispered, taking Paisley's own hand and putting it against hers. It was rock-hard, like Paisley's, but not nearly as large. She was surprised that the girl wasn't showing any signs of desperation. Paisley's hand was shaking from her dire need, but the girl's hand was steady and calm. "That's the biggest bulge I've ever seen," she said, "I didn't even know it was possible to get that big." She met eyes with her. "I see you skipping your morning piss every day, and squirming all class long. You like to hold your pee, don't you?" Paisley didn't know how to respond. The entire situation seemed kind of surreal. "How long have you been holding?" She decided to just go with it. "T- uh, two days." Her eyes went huge. "Two days!? That's impossible!" "M-My power is t-that m-my body can't be d-damaged. I-I've never involuntarily w-wet myself." "Oh. Only voluntarily, then?" She winked. "No, no! I don't t-think you underst-stand. I really need to go. I can't take it anymore." She started stepping in place again. The dullness that her orgasm had granted was wearing off. "You can hold it a little longer, can't you? It would feel so good," she pressed down on Paisley's belly. Pain shot through her abdomen and she pulled away. "I r-really can't. I don't even d-do this often," she gripped the sides of her shorts, "It hurts so badly, I f-feel like I'm gonna explode." "So do I!" the girl said, shifting a little. It was the first physical sign she gave that she needed to go. "Look, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, but I've been holding my pee in just for you. I figured we could fuck around a little bit. I really don't want to go back to sleep while I need to go this bad." "I'm not-- completely opposed t-to it," Paisley admitted, "but I r-really can't take this anymore. It h-hurts so badly." Both of her hands had found their way to her belly, caressing it as pulsed pulsed and screamed, begging to be emptied. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes. "She's not going to let you into the bathroom," the girl told her. "Not even I can sneak through. She's always patrolling the halls at night, making sure we don't meet up with any of the boys. Plus, I wouldn't even know how to get past the lock." "L-lock?" "Yeah, they lock the bathrooms at night. You didn't know that? They think we're gonna fuck in there or something." The girl bent forward a little bit and pulled on the waistband of her pajama pants. A wave had hit, apparently. "What am I gonna do?" Paisley moaned, wiping her eyes. "I have to go so bad I feel like I might burst open!" "I can give you some relief," the girl said, "it would be better than squirming around in bed for the next five hours." "Five hours! Oh my god..." "Hey, at least you can't wet yourself! I'm on the verge of leaking here!" Paisley sighed a shuddery breath. By 'fuck around,' this girl obviously wanted to do something sexual, which she kind of wanted to do, but a realization that she was completely and utterly inexperienced flashed through her mind. She'd kissed one person before; a little red-haired girl. It was the sixth grade. Still, her enormous, rock-hard bladder was begging for relief, and it took priority over her possible embarrassment. The girl was waiting impatiently, tapping her foot and fidgeting ever so slightly. "You wanna go?" she finally asked. Paisley nodded. "Alright, let's go. Hurry hurry hurry! Which room's yours? Mine wouldn't be a very good spot for this." She waddled painfully to her room. She entered and immediately collapsed onto the floor, whimpering and caressing her bloated bladder. It hurting so badly. All she wanted to do was empty it, but she'd have to find relief elsewhere. She writhed and squirmed, hitting the ground and biting her knuckles. She saw the girl give herself a quick squeeze. "What are you doing?" she asked, stepping a little in place. "It hurts," Paisley replied, "it feels like my stomach is gonna tear open!" The girl smiled and kneeled down, moving her hand over Paisley's screaming bladder. "I'm Vera by the way. I know you're Paisley, I heard you talking to Breanna." The desperate girl nodded, sweat dripping down her face. Vera lifted Paisley's shirt up to reveal her bulge. "Jesus fucking Christ!" she exclaimed, laughing. "You're sure you don't do this often?" She pressed down hard on it. Paisley jumped and yelped. "No no no no no no, please please please don't do that!" Every nerve in her shaking body was on fire. "Don't do what?" Vera feigned innocence and slapped Paisley on the belly. "Owwww, don't, please--" "Your body can't get damaged, right?" She nodded. Vera pushed down hard on her bladder. It was enough to make Paisley cry out, tears running down her face. She laid there nearly sobbing for a minute. "I have a water bottle in my bag," Vera said, "you need me to go get it? You can pee at least a little bit so it's not so bad." She nodded, and Vera leapt up and ran out to get it. She looked down at her overstretched belly. The faint pulsing of the ocean of urine she was holding was sending throbs that she felt through her entire lower half. Vera returned promptly and handed her the bottle. It was much larger than Paisley was expecting. "I was saving it for myself, but it seems like you need it more," she said, squirming and squeezing herself much more than she was before. "It was full, so I had to drink the water." Paisley strenuously rose to her feet, hobbled over to the chair, and gingerly sat down. She looked up at Vera with worried eyes. "You're not gonna be the first one, huh?" she asked, giggling. "Alright, then." Vera pulled down her pants and completely exposed her privates. Paisley's eyes went wide. She gently pulled her shorts down and put the bottle up to her pussy. For the first time in days, she relaxed. Urine immediately burst out of her like a firehose, exploding full force into the bottle. She moaned and let her head drop back, smiling blissfully. The feeling of relief was nearly orgasmic, until Vera shouted. "Paisley!" She snapped back into reality and saw the bottle nearly overflowing. She immediately cut off the stream, which proved to be astoundingly painful. "Ah! Ah! Owwwww... Fuck!!" She squeezed herself hard, not to stop urine from continuing to gush out, but because her urethra was burning like it was on fire. Her bladder was still in an extreme amount of pain, bulging out just a little less than before. She placed the bottle, which was filled to the brim with her hot piss, on the table in front of her. "God, that was torture..." she muttered, bent over and pushing her hands into her groin. "Torture for me, maybe!" Vera said, twisting like a pretzel. "I had to watch you explode like that. It was kind of crazy to watch your bulge get smaller, though." She bobbed up and down with her hands between her legs. "You sure you're still up to fuck around?" "Will it make me feel better?" "It'll be relieving in its own way." She shook her head and shrugged. "Honestly, I'd do anything to have this hurt less." Vera didn't waste any time. She came up and kissed her on the lips. Paisley's heart fluttered with excitement, though she was still so filled with liquid that she was shaking like a leaf. Vera started dancing in place desperately and ended up sitting on Paisley's leg, scooting back and forth and tapping her crotch, still kissing her. She leaned in and accidentally drove her knee directly into Paisley's bladder. "Ohhh..." she moaned, lurching forward. "Oh shit!" Vera laughed, still squirming heavily. "I didn't mean to do that. Fuck! Okay, I'm not trying to rush or anything, but we need to get going before I pee myself, okay?" She pulled Paisley's chin up and kissed her again, scooting back and forth even faster. They made out for a few minutes, as Vera's desperate potty dance got more and more animated. Paisley's hand was constantly gripping the side of the chair, and she continued to kiss Vera through the pulsing, unbearable pain in her tummy. She felt a dampness on her leg where Vera was scooting, and she knew she was starting to lose control. Neither of them were wearing any pants to absorb anything. After a couple more minutes, Vera pulled away. "If I can be honest, I've never done this before and I don't know where to start. I just know when I masturbate, I stop having to pee so badly and it feels really good. We need to get going 'cause I'm starting to pee." She pointed to a shiny patch on Paisley's pale thigh... unfinished