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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. moonori

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    I've been annoyed by the lack of two of my favorite things: 18th century/victorian omo, and pleasure from holding. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. I'm in no way a professional writer and I know I'm a bit excessive with the commons so don't judge too hard. Also I did pretty much no research on the time period and am basing everything on other period pieces I've read or seen so please excuse any discrepancies. **** Pt1 With every jerk and bounce if the carriage, Amalie could feel the pressure of her corset pressing against her bladder. the muscles in her womanhood have been straining to keep back the tides for the last hour of her trip. She had plenty of space to discreetly cross her legs under her large dress, and yet she sat with her legs slightly open. It was a secret she would never tell, but in truth, she lived for the tingly feeling she'd get from holding it in. It all began when Amalie was a young girl. She always had a harder time holding her waters than other girls her age. It definitely wasn't because she would hold it even when given the opportunity to relieve herself. Absolutely not. During her studies, her teacher would force her to hold her waters until not her muscles nor every once of pressure she was able to apply to her young womanhood could keep it in anymore. It would begin with dribbles and sudtle hidden movements (or at least she thought they were), then build to squirts and wiggling like her life depended on it. It wasn't only bad though, she began to notice the tingly feeling down below was quite pleasurable. In the end she'd push herself hard against the seat, as hard as she could, but it would burst out in a powerful stream anyways. Her teacher would punish her and she would cry of embarrassment, but her teacher would always tell her how she'd thank her someday, as situations like these would arise often as she grew. Her teacher turned put to be correct. Sometimes it would be half a day before a chance of sneaking to a chamber pot would would be possible. She was a proper lady, it's not like she could tell anyone but her chamber maid that was the reason needed for her departure. A lady never speaks of her private needs. And maybe she would put herself in those situations on purpous, definitely no one needed to such a thing as that. It's not like anyone would notice the trail of droplets she'd often leave on the elaborate marble flooring while on the way from the dining hall to her chamber pot. Long carriage rides were always the worst, or the best, depending on how you look at it. If she was unable to hold her water, there would be no hiding the large puddle that would form under her feet, even after the many layers of fabric in her skirts obsorbed much of it. But knowing she had nowhere to go and nothing to do except keep holding her muscles as tight as she could sent shivers down her spine, which is why she's been drinking cup after cup of tea all day. At this point in their ride, her need to pass water was getting very dire but they were getting close and she's held to her limit enough to know she could wait much longer. They had set out at eight in the morning and it was now two in the afternoon, with no breaks being had. She was in a carriage alone with her younger sister, Julia, while her parents rode in their own carriage ahead. Both carriages were decorated lavishly with carved wood and gold borders purely to flaunt the wealth of her family, yet it was lacking proper suspension for the wheels. Every bump and hole they passed over could be felt deep within her. She often wondered on these long journeys if her sister ever felt as she did. Amalie felt a tingle in her womanhood as she imagined Julia clenching her own. Sometimes she'd think she would see fidgeting or clenched fists but she was never sure if it was her own fantasies getting the best of her. As her mind wondered, time passed quickly and soon they had arrived at their destination, her aunt and uncles residence. It was a beautiful mansion just outside of town right before the woods began, with a garden to rival any royalty. It was merely days till her aunt Margery's fortieth birthday. The balls Margery would throw were know far and wide as being grand and exuberant, and her fortieth has promised to be the best yet. Being invited was considered a great honour, and many were as it was never a small affair. Already you could see the signs of many people arriving at the estate. Close friends and family would receive accommodations on the property, there were many extra rooms to spare. As Amalie stepped out of the carriage she noticed the scent of blooming flowers, the feeling a cool breeze after being locked in a moving box all day, and her need to pass her water. Thanks to the change in position, she felt the liquid inside her move downwards towards it's exit. As soon as both feet were on the ground she crossed her legs and bent over, pretending adjust her skirt. For a moment she was overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as she squeezed her her hole shut. If done merely seconds later she may have lost it right there on the ground. It wasn't until that moment she realized how much tea she had really drank, and maybe should be finding a champer pot soon, no matter how much she's enjoying it. The servants coming to take all their belonging to each of their chambers arrived only a few moments after they had, four young men who looked to be gardeners. There was much help here as a property this big needed it, but even so, they were being stretched thin for all the event preparations. As she directed one of them with her bags, she attempted to stand as still as possible. It was difficult with the liters of liquid pressing down on her womanhood but she managed with only minor leg movements mostly hidden by the layers of her skirt. She remained courteous but short in order to get moving as soon as possible. She was proud of herself for being so sudtle. The servant assisting Amalie thought it seemed she was desperate to find a chamber pot but wouldn't dare say anything of such thing to a lady. By now the rest of her family had exited the carriages and all seemed eager to make their way inside, most likely for the same reason she was. As Amalies mother and father began walking down the unnecessarily long stone path towards the door, her and Julia followed closely behind, and the servants behind them. She knew just from the amount of time they had been cooped up that everyone must have to pass their water at least a little bit but no one wanted to show it, so they strolled leisurely. Much to slowly for her predicament. A couple times the movement of a slow pace became too much for her and she had to stop for a moment and pretend to take a look around or sniff a flower. To her luck the place was magnificent enough to warrant such a thing without raising suspicion. When they were getting close to to the grand door at the end of the path she knew relief was coming soon. She imagined squating over a chamber pot and relaxing her muscles, how her pent up water would shoot out with such force. Her imagination took hold of her and she almost didn't notice the feeling of it moving downwards towards her hole that was now clenched less tightly. It hit the tip of her womanhood and she squeezed with all her might. One drop pushed it's way out and in to her underclothes, and all she felt in that moment was pure pleasure beginning there and traveling up her spine and down to her toes. Better than any man could give her. She thought then maybe a stroll through the elaborate and extensive gardens first would be nice.
  3. Phentaiee

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    From the album: Tay's Desperate Job

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    From the album: Tay's Desperate Job

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    From the album: Tay's Desperate Job

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    From the album: Tay's Desperate Job

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    From the album: Tay's Desperate Job

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    From the album: Tay's Desperate Job

  9. 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!
  10. Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fiction on this site. This is a tale of extreme desperation involving a girl in cosplay. It is inspired by @Jailor Eckman's piece on his Hoard Images pack called “On the Way” and I give credit to him for the character. Seeing how frantic she looked in that terrible situation she was in and how much she drank actually inspired me to request an additional photo of her in a far worse situation where it looked like she was in serious pain. You can see the image that Jailor made in Request #010. From there it gave me some ideas as to how the rest of her story went and it is all culminated in this fiction that I’ve written here. I’ve taken into mind of the health consequences of what this girl in this piece can face and I have included descriptions of such consequences to try to keep it realistic, though I guess it won’t be entirely. I ran into some writers block towards the end of the piece which admittedly did delay the release of this fiction for a couple more months, but I eventually got over them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fiction. Peace out and let me know what you think of it. NOTE: There is a mention of Bailey as a teenager in junior high school suffering desperation and some vivid descriptions of sexual encounters that Bailey would imagine in this story and there is nudity involved in this piece as well as some strong language. View this at your own discretion. It was a bright morning in Springfield Oregon and Bailey Porter was excited about the anime convention in Seattle that her anime club successfully raised funds for. She had dyed her hair red the night before and prepared her red seifuku outfit. It was to be a six hour drive to Seattle so she had no intention to waste any time sleeping in as the convention was to open at 3:30PM and her best friend, Selina wanted her to be there for 3:00PM. With the alarm clock going off, she gets out of her bed in her naked form quickly discovering that she has a strong urge to pee, likely a result of needing to go since 9:30PM last night and going to bed without relieving her bladder. Her toilet had been broken for two days and her landlord said that he would show up in four days as his office is currently busy. It was not a big deal to her, she was going to go to a rest stop on the way and have her morning pee and during those two days, she would stop at either a friend’s place or go to a coffee shop to use the bathroom. She put on her seifuku outfit which perfectly fit her small petite figure, put on her glasses which suited her cute face and ate her breakfast which consisted of bacon and eggs and orange juice. A thought crossed her mind “Why am I drinking when I already have a full bladder?” she pondered this question for some time, but decided to drink the rest. “Whatever.” she thought, she knew that she was going to stop at a gas station or rest stop on the way to the convention. Her cell phone started ringing, she grabbed it off her coffee table to see who it was. Sure enough, it was her friend Selina calling her. She swiped to answer. “Hey Selina.” her friend’s voice answers: “Hey Bailey, how are you this morning?” Bailey felt a slight twinge from her bladder and crossed her legs. “Other than the fact that I still have to pee, I’m alright. I’m just waking up from my bed rest and having some breakfast.” Selina was heard laughing on the other end. “Oh T.M.I Bailey. Nah, just joking, its okay. I’ve had a pretty strong urge to take a tinkle myself when I woke up. How bad is it?” Bailey crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to think about it. “It’s really bad but I can still wait. I’ve had to piss since last night and my landlord still hasn’t fixed the damned toilet yet. I slept with a bladder full of piss and it kind of screwed with my sleep.” Selina’s tone on the other end got serious very quickly. “Now Bailey you better listen to me, as soon as you get on the freeway, look for a service station and relieve yourself. Do not hold it, you don’t want a UTI and a bladder infection like I did and I know you have a habit of doing that. Plus, you’ve had one already.” It was true, even though Bailey does have a weak bladder and very often she has had very urgent urges, she does have a habit of trying to hold it in even when she was bursting and that has led to some very close calls and she has peed herself in ninth grade when she was fourteen because of this. She definitely hasn’t forgotten about the god-awful urinary tract infection that she had and that certainly made her constantly worry about being near a toilet so she didn’t suffer from UTIs and bladder infections. Bailey replies “Selina, I totally get you. I am going to stop at one and take a piss. I’ve been holding it for almost ten hours, there’s no way I’m going to hold it for an additional six. I planned out my route on Google Maps, so I should be there for that exact time.” Selina seemed assured at the other end. “Thank you, Bailey. You know it would hurt me to see you like that again returning to our school from our museum trip back in junior high, you know back in ninth grade.” Bailey definitely did remember that being the worst she had to pee, and she did not want that to happen again. “It won’t happen again.” Bailey said “I’ll see you at 3:30.” She hung up the phone, put her dirty dishes in her dishwasher and then she got out the door. The air outside was cold as was expected when the weather began to cool down during this time of year. It irritated her bladder and she winced and shivered. She quickly got into her sedan and started her drive. The air was almost just as cold inside her vehicle as the temperature outside, but she figured she could get used to it. Bailey eventually merged onto Interstate Five. The time was 8:30am, she had been holding it for eleven hours. This thought made her shiver in her car seat. She noticed that it was starting to get a little cloudy. The traffic on the highway was moving fast and steady. While she was driving, she was thinking about her friend’s costume. Selina wanted to keep it a surprise, but she couldn’t help but picture her in different outfits, even having some naughty thoughts about her wearing something scantily clad. Just then, she felt a twinge in her bladder reminding her to empty her morning pee and the urine from last night and the orange juice was starting to stream into it. It was becoming more annoying to deal with. Just up ahead was a service station. She merged into the lane that would take her there and she arrived there at 8:45am. She went inside and walked up to the clerk. “Excuse me miss, do you know where I can find the bathrooms?” Bailey asked, subtly squeezing her thighs. The clerk looked at her with a look of remorse for her situation. “I’m very sorry, there is a problem with the plumbing in the building and the washrooms are closed.” Bailey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Is she going to have to hold it for the entire trip? She seemed to be at disbelief but didn’t think it was a big deal. She has held her urine for very long periods of time before and she was young healthy eighteen year old girl who turned eighteen about a month ago. It’s not like she has had her pelvic muscles torn away by pregnancy. Though she did have a weak bladder and whenever she has to go, it always made her feel so uncomfortable and it always became urgent very quickly. She can always lie to Selina and tell her that she relieved herself, even though that wouldn’t be true. Bailey felt dehydrated and felt tempted to get a large drink. “Okay, do you mind if I get the extra-large sixty eight ounce peach tea?” The clerk took her money and handed it her, although she was puzzled considering Bailey asked for a bathroom. The clerk took Bailey’s money and then gave her the drink. “Here you go, don’t drink it all at once now.” The clerk said with concern, Bailey didn’t seem to be listening to her, in fact she thought that the clerk shouldn’t be stepping out of her place and concern herself in someone else’s affairs. Bailey left and got back into her vehicle. Bailey looked at her drink with such intoxication in her eyes. She couldn’t believe the size of it. This was slightly bigger than one of those big gulps at 7-Eleven. The tea inside it looked so delicious. She wondered how nice it tasted. Without thinking about the consequences, she began to quickly gulp down that ridiculous sized drink. She was just sucking in the peach tea like a vacuum until it becomes empty. She did not have time to find a garbage to toss it out so she placed it in one of her cup holders. She could feel her bladder reacting to the liquid coming down her body and she briefly stuck her hand in her crotch. The morning pee urge was getting really bad, though she didn’t think it is going to get any worse. She couldn’t afford to stop at so many service stations to look for a toilet. Even though she had been holding it since feeling the urge last night, she just had to suck it up and hold it for the whole six hour drive regardless of what Selina says if they are to make it to the convention in time. Bailey has a weak bladder and she is sick of having it, if she held it in while she was sleeping then she can make do with liquid still inside her for another six hours. That will really strengthen her bladder control and keep her pelvic floor strong. She started her car and drove off. It was 9:30am and Bailey was making significant progress towards her destination. Though she could see that the clouds in the sky looked really nasty. It looked like it was going to rain and sure enough it started to. The water temptations outside of her car and the cold air inside it didn’t help matters as her bladder continued to spasm and ache. She did remember seeing a guy pee next to a tree when she was camping with her friends last summer, she was always envious of guys because it was definitely a lot easier to urinate when you have a penis. She wondered how she could pee standing next to a tree even though she has a vagina. She imagined taking off her jeans and pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her vagina lifting her leg and peeing full force on the tree and moaning in relief. She would have done that had she been on the verge of going in her pants on the campground but she didn’t want to embarrass herself at the same time. Immediately after that thought she felt a bladder spasm that felt stronger than before. Why is her need becoming so much worse? She squeezed her thighs together and shook them as the rain turned into a downpour. The pressure in her bladder was growing and she began to realize that that massive peach tea that she drank was going to end up in her bladder along with her morning pee that she should have pissed out when she woke up, not to mention her piss from last night was still sitting in her bladder as well as her orange juice. Her mind flew into worry but she relaxed herself. She should find a service station soon with a functioning bathroom and she could still hold it until then. She glanced at her clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 10:45am, thirteen hours and fifteen minutes without peeing. The traffic was still moving fast, she wasn’t worried too much. Fifteen minutes later and the traffic started to slow down into traffic delays. What is going on? She is not seeing any construction signs up ahead and she was confused. She turned on her radio and discovered that there was a horrific car accident up ahead that closed major sections of the highway and was causing delays. The movement of the cars was incredibly slow. It isn’t just needing to pee that’s worrying her, she was worried she would be late to the anime convention. That six hours might turn into eight hours at this rate. Bailey’s need to pee was increasing freakingly fast and she began to look worried, she didn’t think she could hold it for six hours let alone eight but she had no choice in the matter and Selina was just going to have to accept it plus she didn’t want to have to stop at a bathroom so often because of a weak bladder. She simply had no time to look for one, no matter how painful it would become, the liquid was going to have to stay inside her. At 12:00PM, Bailey became completely desperate. She would feel a spasm almost every thirty seconds and it would remind her that she needs to go to the bathroom soon. She cannot simply forget about the pressure anymore and shrug it off as an annoyance. It was constantly prodding her at this point. This was the kind of bladder pressure that when she is working or studying, she would stop whatever she is doing and find a toilet right away only she is stuck in a vehicle on a six to eight hour drive to Seattle and she had to use the short time she had to get there, so she had to simply hold it. She tried to take her mind off her bladder and focus on the road ahead, but the traffic was barely moving and her kidneys aren’t even nearly done processing the loads of caffeine that she drank. She can feel the peach tea, her morning pee, her orange juice and the urine from last night swishing and sloshing around inside her which was making her wince and all she can do is cross her legs and squeeze her thighs together as she had to have both hands on the wheel. At 12:30PM she was absolutely bursting! It was becoming impossible for Bailey to think of anything else and the freezing downpour outside was making things so much worse. Her bladder felt rock hard and it was starting to feel tight around the waistband of her skirt. She needed to go so bad, her body was literally sweating to keep it in. It was becoming intolerable and now she was starting to worry about the growing pressure inside her more than being late to the anime convention. The empty sixty eight ounce cup looked tempting to her, but she was a proper lady and not five years old and she had more dignity than that. As she reasoned to herself before, however painful this may become, she was going to have to hold it. Instinctually she took her right hand and shoved it against the crotch of her skirt, her eyes began to water and she clenches her teeth looking worryingly at the traffic delays ahead. She has been holding her urine for fifteen hours now and she was worried if things were going to get much worse. At the rate the pressure is going up, she was going to have a total toilet related emergency on her hands and she was starting to regret drinking that massive peach tea. An hour and a half later at 2:00PM, Bailey was starting to panic and she was in heavy pain. She was about to explode and get her convention outfit and car upholstery all drenched. The waistband of her skirt was pressing into her bladder and she was constantly opening and closing her legs. Her body was sweating profusely and she could feel the urine about to burst out. Her bladder even began to expand and push back against her waistband which is causing the bladder pressure to reach unbearable levels. She noticed that she started feeling horny as well and was having sexual thoughts about the guy she wanted to date and she started feeling wet, even briefly thinking about how good his penis would feel inside her vagina. She wondered what sex would be like while she is bursting for a pee, how it would intensify her pleasure of having his cock thrust in and out of her. It was obvious that her bladder was pushing against her g-spot. She felt a strong spasm and that brought her back to her reality, she was about to burst! She was about to burst in her cold car and it is pouring outside. She placed both of her hands on the crotch of her skirt, looking worryingly at the traffic delay and the rain on the highway. This was so similar to her situation back when she was fourteen years old, coming back from her trip to the museum and peeing herself as soon as she got to her home’s doors. A downpour and thunder storm outside and her face was all red and sweating and so embarrassed in front of her peers. No matter how much she begged teachers to pull over to a gas station, no matter how many tears she cried, she had to hold it for the entire two hour trip back, slowing leaking during the trip. The school was closed and she had to take the city bus home, waddling home afterwards and she peed herself outside of her parents’ home. She remembered that being the worst she ever had to pee in her life and now she was on that level again where she was worried about peeing all over her seifuku outfit and all over her car seat. “Oh my god. I’m going to explode.” Bailey moaned “Why can’t this traffic go any fucking faster?” The accident must be cleared up, isn’t it? How bad is this accident? It turns out that there was a severe car pileup which resulted in fiery crashes and multiple fatalities. She was lucky that this did not happen to her, but her situation isn’t so grand being stuck in a car for eight hours with a bladder that was about to burst. She would not allow this to happen to her. She will pee in a proper toilet like a decent and polite lady and not her empty sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey’s anxiety was spiking up and she started taking deep breaths, deeply breathing in and out and sighing in desperation on top of it while her legs and her bum began to gyrate. Her entire lower body eventually began to gyrate on top of that as she struggles with the pressure in her lower abdomen and her sighs turned into moans and groans. If she was wearing jeans, she could undo her button to relieve the pressure a bit but she didn’t even have that. That was not an option for her skirt, it is just going to continue to push into her lower abdomen and worsen her urge and she was so afraid of being impolite that she would not take off her skirt to relieve the pressure. She’ll just need to suffer for a while longer. The downpour continued and the traffic hasn’t gone any faster. In fact, it has gone slower for poor Bailey and her bladder pressure only continued to increase and increase and increase. Bailey was in even more psychological distress and her moans and groans have gotten louder in volume. It is an absolute emergency now and it is starting to hurt; her urethra felt like it was stinging and she could also feel the pressure in her vagina. She was constantly trying not to think of toilets and water temptations. Her eyes spelled horror and pain and it began to blush red. It was no longer just prodding her; the searing bladder pressure was always there inside her body sitting and expanding and it was never ending torture for Bailey. Her bladder no longer felt rock hard, it felt like a boulder is sitting inside her with steamy boiling water inside it. “Why is this happening to me?! Why did I drink that horrible peach tea? Oh god.” She thought. The traffic was slowed to the point where the traffic stopped moving. “Oh god, help me please.” She moved her other hand off the steering wheel and started to move it toward her crotch when she felt that something was off. She felt a large mass on her lower abdomen and she looked down and realized in horror what that large mass was. This was her painfully overfilling bladder. She looked five to six months pregnant. Her bladder was so distended and overstretched it looked like it was popping out of her lower belly as if she was actually carrying a child inside her. This really caused her to start losing her mind. She looked over at the clock and realized that it was 2:45PM, over seventeen hours without a pee and having to pee so much her bladder was stretched to the point where the skin on her lower belly was popping out. This was horrid, absolutely horrid! This urge is a lot worse than needing to piss on the bus from her trip to the Museum when she was in junior high. This was unlike any other urge she has ever felt before. She has never had to pee this bad in her entire life, she never thought it was possible to have her bladder this full. She needs to get to a service station right now before she pisses all over her car interior. The rain kept on coming down which tortured her and the traffic has barely moved an inch. She turns on the radio and hears a broadcast saying that all drivers need to remain in their cars as there is flooding on the highway. Afraid to look, but curious anyway, she looked out of her window and noticed that the highway was flooded with rainwater all the way up to the wheels of her car. She was practically driving in a river with rain that continued to come down like a bathtub faucet. Suddenly, she gasps as she feels a giant wave of urgency and she immediately holds up her skirt and places it against her bulge with one hand and shoves the other in her panties with her fingers going inside her vaginal canal. “Okay! Okay!” Bailey said out loud in a panic. “You are about to explode. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water.” Bailey repeatedly said to herself until she is tempted by the water surrounding her car outside, visualizing herself as if she is driving a boat in a storm. Then imagining herself hitting a tidal wave which sets her boat upside down with her falling into the sea. “Don’t think of water… water... I’m thinking of water! I’m thinking of water!! I’m thinking of water!!!” As she said that a third time, tears begin falling from her eyes and she starts to sob. She kept thinking of a different image but still saw herself sinking into the sea with no hope of ascending, about to drown. “Oh god, is this really all my pee!?” She panicked and sobbed as she saw the ocean water turn yellow, turning into urine. She could no longer see the surface nor the ocean floor or any of her surroundings, instead she could only see walls closing in on her, further compressing her air until she wakes from her trance, feels a giant urgency wave worse than before and she felt a gush of pee spray onto her fingers and onto her panties. She just leaked her pee! She immediately starts screaming in a pained and panicked fury and places her fingers deeper into her vaginal canal. The front of her panties became saturated and her car upholstery and the back of her skirt was wet with her urine. It took all of her effort to stop it but felt even more pain as her panties and car seat were wet. The only audible sound that filled the car at this point was her screaming and crying in such distress. She couldn’t even do a thing to calm herself down. All she could think about was her horrid need to piss. She looked at her empty sixty eight ounce cup and cursed that sweet tea. That horrible, horrible sweet tea did this to her, making her feel like a boulder full of boiling urine is inside her abdomen and about to piss herself in her car just as she did when she was in junior high coming back home from the museum trip. She considered using the cup as relief but decided against it out of pride, wanting to piss like a proper lady should on a toilet, refusing to give in to the agonizing pressure inside her. Just then she notices a call from Selina. She continued to scream and cry in her car until she takes more deep breaths. If she asks, should she tell her the pain she is going through or lie? Hopefully she does not ask that. She swipes to answer, trying to hide the pain in her voice and trying not to cry as she struggles with the searing pressure and bladder contractions. “Sup Selina?” Selina immediately answers “Hey Bailey, are you still heading over to the convention?” “Yes I am.” Bailey felt another painful wave and covered her mouth for a second, then continued “Sorry, the traffic is kind of slow. The highway is flooded and there is some kind of accident again, am I late?” Selina notices something was off and was worried “You sound kind of nervous and fidgety, are you alright?” Bailey was worried that Selina found out what she was battling but quickly came up with a lie to deflect the concern “I’m alright, it’s just nerves that’s it. Sitting in a car for a long time can make me anxious.” Selina seemed to believe the lie. “That’s fine. They’ll go away.” The lie clearly worked. “Listen, I know this is going to sound disappointing and it will be a bitch to do this, but the event is being rescheduled because of the bad weather. Springfield and Seattle are declaring states of emergency because of flooding and property damage, this is the worst rainfall we got in a long time. We both need to return home now.” Even though Bailey was disappointed, she knew Selina was right. Still trying hard to hide the agony in her voice she says “That sucks but you’re right, the highway is completely flooded and I don’t want to be caught in the flooding.” Bailey shuddered when she said flooding, she continued “I guess we just spent an entire day on the freeway. Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow morning?” Selina was delighted with this invitation “Oh, absolutely. We can spend the weekend watching movies and playing video games, considering the state of emergency is going to last until Sunday evening.” Bailey was horrified when she heard this, was she going to have to hold it for two whole days? That was impossible, what was she going to do? This was far too painful, she needed a toilet before she pisses herself or suffer damage to her body; she didn’t know which was worse in her panicked state. She held back a moan by covering her mouth with her left hand that was drenched in piss, she could smell the urine as the scent went up her nostrils, and the smell wasn’t strong considering that the drink hydrated her so much. “Bailey, are you there?” She quickly uncovered her mouth and replied “Yeah, sure. It’s just disappointing that we can’t go out and do things because of this. Will the lack of a functioning toilet be a deal breaker to you?” It certainly caused Bailey some frustration of not having a working toilet. “I can just pee in my own plastic cup or outside on the grass, it’s alright.” Selina giggled. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Bailey replied then hung up. Then she began to realize what she just did. “Is Selina going to see me like this?” she pondered “No I won’t let that be possible, I’ll find a place with a working toilet.” She saw an exit from the freeway up ahead, she went up the ramp onto the main street and then took the freeway back to Springfield Oregon. For most of her trip home, Bailey constantly wiggled and sobbed in her car constantly thinking about how she has to pee so unbelievably bad but has to hold it in for the rest of the day, horrified with the prospect that no establishment was open so she could release her scalding waters into a toilet bowl for the next two days. Her bladder pulsed painfully inside her, she cursed this day for causing her so much pain and suffering, and she cursed the sweet tea for putting her in this terrible state. That clerk warned her to not drink that sweet tea all in one go, she should have listened. Bailey instead ignored the clerk and now she has put herself in an absolutely horrible state such as this. She kept leaking on the way which made things worse. Even when she leaked, it gave her absolutely no relief from her torment, in fact the leaks worsened it. She was drenched in sweat, her grey panties were completely drenched in urine, her thighs glistened with her own pee and her bum and her vagina were completely coated and submerged in the urine puddle on her car seat. The only scent she could smell was the incredibly pungent smell of her own urine, it continued to go up her nostrils which not only grossed her out but reminded her that she needs to get to a toilet ASAP! She continued to sob and moan and she would continue to scream in panic and searing pain while being tortured by her own hellish environment, the flooded roads, the rain, the thoughts of water and toilets that she can’t stop thinking about and the slow traffic, the puddle of piss she was sitting in which submerged her ass and her pussy and the strong smell of her little accident in her car, all of it made it feel like the boulder in her lower abdomen is only getting bigger and the contents inside it getting more and more scalding. She even tried to give up and pee herself, but nothing would come out, she would just leak and leak and leak, never giving her any relief from the terrible pressure. It took her eight more hours to return to Springfield. The time was now 10:30PM. Bailey desperately looked for any gas stations or establishments that were open so she can relieve her horribly distended bladder, but they were all closed due to the state of emergency on her city. She has held her pee for twenty five hours, an entire day of pain, and an entire day of sitting in her car with a bladder that was horribly beyond exploding and she never got to go to the anime convention because of the weather. She pulled into her parking lot and she got at least some relief. She can finally move around. Her bum that is soaked with her piss is very sore from sitting all day, her abdomen is absolutely distended with her bladder sticking out and she has not had a piss in an entire day and her toilet is still broken and she cannot find any establishment that was open and had a working toilet. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, walked out of her car, locked it and waddled to her apartment while putting a hand on her bladder still suffering tremendous pain. Trying not to scream, she walked in and with all her strength, she immediately sprinted to the bathroom. Her toilet had still not been fixed. “This day is just awful, AWFUL! And now I need to sleep with a full bladder again, with all this piss inside me?!” She sobbed again, but eventually she did compose herself. She took off her shoes and socks, her skirt and her top and her bra and she looked at her panties. She had been leaking the whole trip home and they were completely soaked and smelled very strongly of urine. Disgusted, she took off her panties and threw them into the washing machine. Bailey then looked at her naked self in the mirror. She looked sexy, but the only thing that isn’t making her look sexy is this god awful ball of piss sticking out of her abdomen. She again put her hand on her massively distended bladder and felt that it was as hard as a bowling ball. Her skin did not give way no matter how hard she pushed it. Anybody can mistake her for being pregnant. This was terrible, this needed to come out of her body, but she can’t do that in her empty cup or go squat in the bathtub or on the grass, she had more dignity than that so she decided she was going to have to suffer more. Thinking of all she has gone through, Bailey looked at her vagina and her ass in the mirror. They were the parts of her body that were drenched the most in her urine. She spent hours sitting in it as it glistened her thighs and submerged both her butt and her pussy. She remembered that she needed to clean her car. Bailey quickly put her bra, her top, and her tie socks shoes and although the back of her skirt was wet from her accident, she put that on too. She didn’t bother putting panties on as she didn’t want to wet another pair and she was grossed out with the idea of wearing her already drenched ones. She got baking soda and made a soap solution and obtained a rag and went out the door. The heavy rain coming down on her was even worse than sitting in her car with the rain tormenting her. It felt so cold, the contents in her bladder no longer felt scalding. Instead, it was starting to feel like a ball of freezer burnt ice that was painfully sticking out of her. Then a thought crossed her mind, she was in the street and it was dark out and nobody could see her, she can discreetly pee in the street if she wanted to. Even when she is suffering this amount of pain, she kept holding it in as she believed a decent lady doesn’t urinate in the street. She opened her car door and bent downwards, holding back a moan as bending downwards squashed her bladder. She took her cleaning solution and put it on the rag, then she tried her hardest to scrub off the large urine stain that was apparent on her car upholstery. The rain was so cold on her body that she shivered and her bladder hurt even more, feeling like a frozen lake inside her lower stomach and the skin around her distended stomach feeling numb from the cold rain. Bailey groaned and moaned trying not to freak out. It absolutely hurts. To add to her torment, the cold water on the ground went right up to her calves as the parking lot became flooded. Again the thought crossed her mind that she should just piss in the rainwater, but again wanted to maintain decency but she was curious whether she could relieve herself here and now. With her pussy exposed, her ass hanging out and her legs spread, she relaxed and tried to let out a stream. Ten seconds pass and nothing came out. Was her bladder locked up from holding so long or was she just nervous to piss outside? She didn’t want anybody to see her in that position and she was going to behave like a polite young pregnant woman, only she wasn’t pregnant, her bladder was so overstretched that it felt like it was occupying much of her stomach which made her look that way. Her lower stomach began to feel like a giant freezer burnt ice cube, the cold was getting too much for her condition. She starting to rush the cleaning job. Eventually she finished cleaning the stain off her car seat, shut her door and then waddled painfully back to her apartment. Immediately after coming back inside, she was consumed with thirst. She knew it was not a good idea to drink anything else for the sake of her bladder or her kidneys but she hasn’t drunk anything else ever since that sweet tea and she needed to hydrate herself. Screw it she thought. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, went to her osmosis tap in the kitchen and sensibly filled it halfway with water so she doesn’t put too much additional strain on her organ. Bailey was a bit of a masochist for doing this to herself, but she had to take care of her other needs and her bladder was going to have to hold more. She would hold it no matter how painful it got until she can pee like a proper lady as she reasoned many times to herself on this particular predicament she was in. She drank out of her cup to her hearts content then felt her bladder painfully protest as her body began to process the loads of water she is putting into her body. She rubbed her swollen bladder in an attempt to calm it while she looks very uncomfortable. She rubbed her bulge as if she was actually carrying a child hoping to lessen pregnancy contractions. Due to her pride and caring about being a proper young lady, Bailey decided that she was going to have to sleep with all this piss inside her small petite and naked body. She took off her wet clothes and left them on the floor, not caring to put them away. To calm her nerves, she took a sleeping pill, turned off the lights in her apartment and went to bed at 11:00PM. Before she passed out in sleep, she had been feeling horny all day. She stuck her fingers inside her vagina again and massaged her clitoris. The masturbation felt more intense, she knew that she gets horny with a full bladder and the worse the pressure got the hornier she became. She wondered what sex was like with a bladder this full, maybe it would be very painful with his cock accidentally pressing on her absolutely exploding and distended bladder when he thrusts it in and out of her vaginal canal, but a girl can imagine. She eventually got tired, stopped massaging herself and went to sleep. Though it was hard to as she always felt the searing, once icy now scalding pressure inside her lower abdomen. She was surprised how much was actually inside her bladder, all sixty eight ounces of fluid in there and there was more to process into her overloaded organ in her tiny body. She tossed and turned all night, trying to ignore what’s inside her body, though she can still feel the horrid pressure inside her abdomen and she would quietly sigh and moan in her half-asleep state. The loads of water she drank was definitely having an effect on her and it will be even more so in the morning. She had drunk thirty four ounces of water which she was unaware that the water was also going to stream into her bladder on top of the over sixty eight ounces of urine already inside her. She was having very horrific aquatic dreams, showing her fall into the sea from a ship hit by the tidal wave and her falling into an icy lake. Then the dreams switched over to something else. She saw herself as a teenager again, rushing home face all red slowly pissing herself, but then she got to the door and let it all out. While she was unaware, urine started to dribble out of her bare vagina and onto the bed. Then the dribble turned into a stream and the stream into a gush. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together and the gush stopped. Her vagina, her ass, her thighs, her legs and her bed was now completely drenched in piss. Her dreams also took a sexual turn, she dreamt that a man was having intense vaginal sex with her while she was beyond exploding to pee with her bladder sticking out. The vaginal lubrication leaked on the bed forming a small patch mixed with pussy juice and piss. As the hours passed, although half-asleep, Bailey was not conscious of the fact that her abdomen is noticeably getting much bigger as more and more water is pumped into her already terribly distended bladder. It was 6:30am in the morning, the weekend has just begun and Bailey has been thirty three hours without a pee. Her eyes opened and it seemed like the pain was gone, though she and her bed did feel drenched. She noticed that her naked body was covered in sweat and urine. This was her own. Why was this? Bailey looked under her covers and saw that she not only wet the bed in her sleep, but her abdomen looked bigger as if she was eight to nine months pregnant and the bulge protruded up to her ribcage. Bailey gasped, feeling anxious and horrified and immediately she felt her lower body feel like its ripping itself apart and she covered her mouth, went underneath her pillow and screamed in such agonizing pain. It felt that if she got up, her bladder would literally rupture and burst inside her. She could have made due with the pain from yesterday, but this was truly beyond unbearable. Seriously she could not stand it! Her bladder felt like an anvil that was falling towards the ground at high speed. She could feel massive pressure in her pisshole which caused her to gasp again and all the now scalding volcanic hot piss was moving towards her urethra. It felt like a volcano that was ready to erupt. She could feel her bladder press painfully against her pubic bone and her g-spot and even breathing would add to the already agonizing and horrible pressure inside her. She could also feel massive pain in her kidneys and her back and her sides, they were starting to have trouble processing liquids. She couldn’t even scream or cry anymore or even breathe, she couldn’t even moan, she could only gasp and wheeze because if she did anything else, she would feel a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen. The pain from her pelvic floor and her bladder was excruciating and the pain from her pubic bone hurts much worse when she touches it. Her spine ached and hurt so much and even her vagina ached excruciatingly from the pressure. Breathing also added much pressure to her bladder so she had trouble doing so, she felt so faint that it felt like she was going to pass out from both the lack of oxygen and the tremendous pain inside her tiny eighteen year old body. Bailey weakly grabbed her glasses from the table next to the bed putting them on and looking at what’s happening to her body. She was shocked at what she did to herself. “My god, I can’t take this. I can’t stand it!” Bailey faintly wheezed “How did I do this to myself?” Then she remembered, the piss from two nights ago is still inside her, the piss from yesterday morning is still inside her, the orange juice is still inside her, the sweet tea and now the water all inside her massively overstretched bladder. It seems that she never learned from her mistake. Her eyes were watering and tears started falling down. The pain is so beyond excruciating that many thoughts crossed her mind “Am I going to get a bladder infection? Is my pee going to start backing into my kidneys and making me sick?” On top of that, Bailey couldn’t stop thinking about water or toilets. “God I need to take a fucking piss and get all this piss out of me before I put myself in the hospital.” She whispered out loud but felt a huge stabbing pain in her bladder and lower abdomen, she gasped in pain but that made the pain intensify. Speaking or even whispering added to the pressure in her overfilled organ. Her body was being ravaged by a series of spasms and bladder contractions and urine continued to dribble out of her pisshole and making her inner and outer labia more drenched in her own pee, it was doing everything it can to force it out of her body but she has held it in for so long that only little leaks would come out. This torture she is doing to herself is Hell. This was making her feel sick, she began to get worried about doing some serious damage to her kidneys, but still held on to the belief that she needed to use a toilet like a proper lady and still refuses to urinate in her empty 68oz cup. She had to call Selina for help, but Selina wouldn’t be awake at this time in the morning plus she sleeps in. It was still dark out and the downpour and the thunder continued to torture her mind from her empty window as she continues to think about water and peeing into a toilet. She could not think of anything else, she constantly thought of water temptations and she cradled her distended bladder while she was attempting to clench her teeth, they only chattered. She laid on her bed for hours, moving her legs inward and outward and moving them up and down squirming in her bed and sweating like a faucet while she cradled her lower abdomen. Then it reached 9:30am, thirty six hours holding her urine. The pain reached a point where she could not take it anymore, she thought she was damaging her body doing this, she needed to get her piss out, now! Bailey got out of her bed in her naked and wet state but felt a really sharp pain in her abdomen which made her feel nauseous, her face looked so pale and she looked like she was in a state of absolute distress. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop the loud wheezing so her neighbors wouldn’t hear. She waddled to her broken toilet. Despite the fact that the flushing mechanism was still broken, she sat on it rubbed her bladder bulge and tried to relax. Nothing would come out. Was she suffering from retention? “My goodness, I have to go to urgent care! I need a catheter!” Bailey started crying heavily in the bathroom sitting on the toilet while all of the sudden, she heard her cell phone ringing. She got off the toilet and walked over to her cell phone on the coffee table. There was no hiding anything from Selina anymore, she was going to know from the stress in her voice and her crying, and she just couldn’t stop it. Bailey swiped to answer and immediately answered “Selina is that you?” Selina laughed out loud “Of course it’s me silly, didn’t you add me to your contacts list?” Just then Selina noticed Bailey’s gasps, wheezing and tears on the other end “Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t sound too good.” Bailey decided that she was going to tell Selina the truth, she couldn’t hide anything anymore. “Selina. I need help. I have to pee so badly! I can’t hold it!” Bailey started crying heavily on the phone to Selina in which Selina responds with disbelief “Well what are you doing talking to me about it?! You’re not a kid, you’re an adult. Just piss in your broken toilet or get a cup and don’t freak out like this.” Bailey felt a strong stabbing pain in her abdomen again and gasped “I can’t get it out! I’ve been holding it for a day and a half! Thirty six hours! You get me? I’ve been holding my piss for thirty six hours! I wasn’t able to find a place with a working toilet and the traffic was absolutely congested and now my bladder is sticking out! I’m in so much pain!” Bailey wheezed louder this time as her speaking added more pressure in her lower belly. Selina was horrified and angered at hearing this “Oh my god Bailey! Why didn’t you just piss in a cup or on the road?!” Bailey felt embarrassed by her friend’s angry tone but at least she was telling her friend the truth. “I don’t do that! I’m a lady and I need a toilet!” Selina got fed up with what she was hearing “That’s it! I said I’ll be coming over there to hang out with you, but I am going to come over there, hold my badly needed piss for a minute and force yours to come out.” She hung up the phone. For the next fifteen minutes, Bailey sat on a bar stool her legs an inch from her bladder her feet also on top of the stool. She was trying her best to relax and stop crying. It hurt so bad, the pain was becoming too much for her to bear and she wasn’t sure if her kidneys were in a healthy state anymore. She moved her fingers through her urine drenched labia back into her vagina. She couldn’t bear being in this state, but minus the pain in her back and her kidneys, she imagined being penetrated by a guy’s monster cock while she is in this horrible condition. She tried to imagine the effect on her massively distended bladder while having his penis deep inside her love canal and thrusting hard. No she thought, her bladder would probably rupture and her pubic bone would hurt even more. Oh how she needed help, she never thought it was possible to have to piss this bad that your stomach is protruding out of your body and your kidneys are hurting and you feel anxious and sick and about to pass out. This was a hell of a lot worse than coming back from that trip to the museum when she was in junior high. She could not find comfort on this stool, she carefully got up from the stool and walked over to the sofa so she could put on some TV. It pulled up The Shallows, a scene played where Blake Lively was swimming and wading through Jellyfish underwater and being chased by a shark. The setting reminded Bailey of the ocean that was sitting in her lower abdomen and she felt a sharp radiating pain move all over her stomach and she leaked and spurted on her sofa from her bare pussy. Great, she didn’t just pee on her bed but now she pissed on her sofa. She thought about calling 911 until she heard a knock at her door. Bailey carefully got up from her sofa. Making sure not to squish her own bladder, she opened her door and saw Selina. Selina had a ponytail with black hair and in her own seifuku outfit except it was blue. She has a very slim figure with B cup breasts and she stared at a naked Bailey horrified by what she was seeing in her lower stomach on her petite naked body as Bailey did a slow pee dance, looking horrified and sweating like a fire hose and gasping. “Good lord Bailey, what did you do to yourself?!” Selina yelled in anger while pointing at her bulge while briefly putting a hand over her crotch. “I’m busting for a piss myself but you? Goodness gracious, how can you put yourself through so much pain?! Why do you have to piss so much?” Bailey couldn’t even speak a long sentence “It… hu-hurts!” Selina went to the kitchen to grab a pint glass and placed it underneath Bailey’s vulva which was sopping with pee. “Seriously Bailey. Don’t worry about being a proper lady. Just pee. Get it out now!” Bailey pushed the cup away “I-I… I can’t. I’m going to ho-hold it. I need-“Just before Bailey could finish her sentence, Selina pulled Bailey angrily to her face grabbing her by her shirt. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you! Take a piss right now and get that out of your body before you damage your kidneys!” Just then, Selina noticed the empty sixty eight ounce cup on her dresser, she noticed that there was remnants of water in it. “Holy shit, Bailey. Did you drink a soft drink out of this and then refilled it with water and drank it all out too? And you didn’t even tinkle?” Bailey nodded her head once. “I-I f-f-filled it with… water halfway. I h-h-had… sweet tea bef-before that.” This sentence caused Selina to completely lose it on Bailey, she was absolutely furious now. “You added caffeine in the mix too? What the hell is the matter with you?! Seriously, are you trying to torture yourself? For what?! Are you actually trying to get a kidney infection?! Bailey Porter, we are absolutely going in the shower enclosure right now!” Selina snapped, she felt a spurt in her g-string but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the state of her friend’s urinary health confused and infuriated that her friend has held it for a day and a half. On that note, Selina angrily dragged Bailey into her bathroom in her shower enclosure. She motioned for Bailey to stay on the shower enclosure drain and then she rushed into the kitchen to find a measuring cup. She wanted to know how much urine was inside her friend’s bladder and she was going to use the mega cup to relieve her own. She placed the gallon sized measuring cup underneath Bailey’s pussy and looked at her sternly. “Bailey, we need to get it out. Take as much time as you need, but you need to take a piss very soon.” Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and tried to relax and pee. Two minutes later and nothing came out, she only felt a sharp pain in her stomach which caused her to gasp. “It’s not working. I think I need to go to A&E.” Selina held Bailey by the shoulders “I just think you are not relaxed. You keep thinking about the pain in your body and it is only going to get worse and you’ll get tenser.” Selina put her hand on Bailey’s distended lower abdomen and rubbed it which caused Bailey to gasp in pain. Selina immediately took her hand away. “I’ll try and help you relax, if nothing happens then I’ll call an ambulance. Come sit with me on the sofa.” With that plan in motion, Bailey got up and painfully waddled with Selina to her sofa. The two girls sat on the couch watching The Shallows as well as 47 Meters Down. Selina is still holding her full bladder not wanting to torture Bailey with the sound of her relieving herself. Bailey’s bladder on the other hand was still horrifyingly overstretched and pressing against her pubic bone and she was in an absolutely horrible state physically and mentally and the watery images on her TV were making her mental state worse as well as her pain. Selina was rubbing Bailey’s back and her bladder that was sticking painfully out of her abdomen. It was filled with so much liquid Bailey thought her bladder was going to tear. “My god, this is going right up to your ribs. It looks like a giant bowling ball is inside you.” Selina said in shock and concern for her friend. Bailey was crying and she looked at her friend with her teeth chattering “It-it fe-feels li-li-like- one is inside me. I’m in so mu-mu-mu-uch p-p-p-pain. My back and my kidn-n-neys are hur-r-rting. I-I-I’m about to burst and-and damage my body! It s-s-s-so so bad that-at-at my bl-bl-bladder feeeels like it-its going t-t-t-to rupture a-a-nd it won’t come out!” Bailey continued to wheeze and writhe on her sofa. Selina can only look at Bailey in horror, it really hurt her to see her friend struggling like this, a lot more than that museum trip back in junior high. “It feels like its going to rupture?” Selina asked in surprise, and her friend nodded her head up and down. She looked at the clock and noted the time. It was 1:30am, forty hours her friend has held it in. Selina had tried to relax Bailey to no avail. “Selina, my back!” Just then Bailey noticed a very sharp and consistent pain in her back and her sides and her kidneys and winced in agony and making squealing sounds as if she is being tortured by a demon. Her lower abdomen felt like it was going to tear and her pubic bone felt like it was going to crack and her bladder literally felt like it was going to burst inside her. The pain was becoming too much for her to the point where she uttered a mix of pained moans and squeals and she felt like she was going to pass out. “It’s okay Bailey, take some deep breathes, I’ll get you to A&E.” Just as all hope is lost, a stream of urine squirted out of Bailey’s sopping pussy onto her sofa. “I think it’s starting to come out.” Bailey said in shock. Selina then grabbed Bailey and took her into the shower enclosure along with the measuring cup and the sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and Selina held onto Bailey. “Now Bailey, do what you did before.” Her friend started tearing up “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this hurts so much but I need a proper-“ Selina became furious again with where Bailey’s words are going. “NO MORE EXCUSES!” Just then Selina wrapped her arms around Bailey’s severely distended bladder and squished it. The pain was blinding and absolutely horrible, Bailey gasped very loudly. Finally, all the liquid that Bailey’s bladder contained for forty hours straight comes out in a giant gush. It wasn’t just a gush, it was a literal spray as if it’s a shower head spraying urine coming right from her vagina and the pee looked as clear as water. This was not yet relief, this was still blinding and torturous for her to feel. The spray felt so painful, perhaps even more so than keeping the loads of piss inside her. Selina herself began relieving her bladder by pissing into the empty sixty eight ounce mega cup. Bailey’s face turned red from the pain and she was screaming and crying in her shower enclosure. “Selina, please stop!” Her friend however isn’t having any of it “Are you kidding? Look at that measuring cup!” They both saw that the searing liquid has filled the cup past one quart and Bailey wasn’t even done pissing out what she has battled with since that trip to the anime convention. “How could you have done this to yourself?” Selina growled in anger as she finishes her pee. Bailey on the other hand was still pissing hard into the measuring cup. Her bladder isn’t as distended as it was before, it was decreasing in mass as more and more piss came out. Selina was horrified by what she was seeing. The liquid was filling the measuring cup past two quarts now with no sign of stopping. It took a total of three minutes for Bailey’s bladder to completely empty. Her stomach bulge was gone and she sighed, finally relieved of the pain inside her tiny petite body. Her pelvic floor however was seriously strained and hurting and her kidneys still burned, but not as bad as before. “Oh my god Bailey, look at that.” Both she and Selina looked at the measuring cup. It went past three point two quarts. “The bladder usually can hold under five hundred milliliters before it gets really urgent above that. You pissed out a little over three litres, you were just one away from a gallon. Your bladder could have ruptured and you could also have suffered serious kidney damage. How could you have put yourself through this torture? Are you out of your mind?” Bailey did not know how to respond. “I just wanted a proper toilet.” Selina growled again at her friend “Well consider what could have happened to you! You weren’t helping your situation by holding in that what must have felt like a giant stone inside your body. If everything in your body hurts like that, you need to let it out. I don’t care if you would do it in your panties or one of your sexy g-strings or whatever, I don’t EVER want to see you go through that again!” Bailey then kneeled on the ground looking right at the measuring cup she pissed in and saw how full the gallon measuring cup is. Embarrassed, Bailey started crying, the smell of her own piss filling her nostrils. Selina then realized how harsh she was with her words, she kneeled down to Bailey and moved the measuring cup. “Come on, you don’t need to be smelling your own piss.” Bailey took the measuring cup back and kept it close to her. “I’m already covered in my own sweat and pee, the smell of my own pee reminds me of what I went through. Oh god, my pubic bone is hurting still.” She held on to her left side of her pubic bone and had one hand underneath her vagina wincing in pain. “It’s okay Bailey. We’ll get you to a doctor to check you out. I also think we should check out your bladder and your kidneys too just to make absolute sure they are okay. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Bailey looks up to Selina and smiles. “Thank you Selina.” The two girls hug and then Bailey went to sit down on her sofa that was soaked with her urine and Selina went over to get her cell phone. Bailey went through some serious pain, and Selina believed that it was in her best interest to go see a doctor to get herself back to normal after such a painfully long holding of her urine inside her massive and painful bladder. Her pelvic floor was going to take time to recover from this horrific ordeal. She did not know how she got to this point, but what is done is done and she believes that this is the worst pain she has ever experienced in her life and vows never to put herself in this position or to experience this kind of bladder pressure ever again, or so she believed. This was truly a petite girl's wet plight.
  11. Bees

    An Extreme Hold!

    Hey, I'm back! ? As you may know, I ran out of ideas with my last story, but if this goes like I think I will, then this one won't end as abruptly, and I can keep it going for a while. ^_^ My basic idea for this one is, a girl who enjoys holding it wakes up one day and decides to hold for a long period of time. You guys get to choose the girl, how long she holds for (or tries to), what she does, who she meets, and where she goes. (When she finally loses it, I will keep it going with later stories of the girl and her friends. c:) First of all, we'll have to pick the girl. What is her age? I'm thinking anywhere from 15-25, but any age is fine. Her hair colour? Any colour is fine, really. ? Her bust size? Doesn't have to be exact, either, 'big' and 'small' work just as well. Her holding capacity? Her name? And finally, is she just a human? Or should we mix this up and make her a neko? (And depending on the girl in question, I might be able to make a picture of her in the program I use called Kisekae 2. :P)
  12. FullBladder85

    female Groundhog's Day for Kate

    Hey guys. Some of you might remember a story of extreme female desperation I posted over a year ago about Karl and his wife Kate, called The Wife Who Had To Hold It. I mentioned at the time that I wanted to come back to these characters to write another story with them sometime later, and well, now's the time to do it I feel. If you haven't read the previous story (it's a good one but very long), it's not necessary to enjoy this story, it only explains a bit of the background between Kate & Karl. ====== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #1 If you've read my previous stories about my sexy wife Kate, than you'll know how she's prideful of her bladder of steel. You'll know how Kate is such a big environmentalist that she pees as infrequently as possible to save water on flushing the toilet. That was how I was able to talk Kate into us installing a urinal in our home bathroom. You'll also know how Kate agreed years ago to only let herself take a piss after I had peed in our home urinal 3 times since Kate's last piss. And you'll know how I built up enough of an iron bladder over the years to last over 24 hours without a piss, and therefore deny Kate a piss for several days in a row. Despite how many years me and Kate have been living under the rules of this challenge, I had never been able to crack Kate's bladder once. I've made Kate extremely desperate, and seemingly only seconds away from pissing herself. But never once had Kate lost control of her perfect iron bladder, Kate was always able to hold it until she was finally allowed to pee under the rules of our challenge. Over the years Kate had become quite smug about the fact that I had never once been able to best her iron bladder, even with the rules rigged heavily in my favor. On top of that, Kate always without exception drank 3 gallons of fluids (or more!) in a day as part of her diet, and because we lived in a hot climate. I drank a lot of fluids myself in day, but nowhere near as much as Kate did. Over the years I had tried to challenge Kate to keep on waiting after my 3rd piss until she couldn't wait any longer. But Kate's response was always one of the following, or a combination of them: 1. "You know the rules Karl. If you want to see me wait longer, than you'll have to learn how to hold it in longer". 2. "You'll never break my iron bladder Karl. I'm much too tough a lady and tough of a wife to ever lose control of my iron bladder". 3. "Why would I ever agree to continue to hold it until I can't wait anymore Karl? I like winning, and that's a bet even I would lose, eventually". 4. "Me lose control of my bladder? That'll never happen Karl. I can hold on a lot longer than you think". One day Kate took pity on me after I was forced yet again to take my 3rd piss and let Kate finally empty herself. "If you really want to try to beat my iron bladder Karl, you should try to drink a lot more fluids throughout the day" Kate said as she sat herself on the toilet. "But I already drink a lot of fluids throughout the day Kate" I replied as Kate began to calmly piss a gusher. Though Kate tried to look like she had barely needed to go after over 3 days of holding it, the relief written across her face clearly said otherwise. "But not as much as me Karl, you drink a little more than 2 gallons a day at most, while I always drink 3 gallons a day or more. Try it Karl, keep up with my drinking for a while and give your bladder a workout. Of course you won't be able to hold it as long at first with all those extra drinks Karl, but that'll be your goal to work for to improve your bladder". "Sure you're not just trying to make things easier on yourself for a while Kate" I asked her. "Just the opposite Karl" Kate had replied smoothly as she continued to piss a gusher. "I enjoy challenging myself to hold it even longer. I want you to hold it longer so that I have no choice but to hold it even longer. Besides... maybe it'll help you finally beat me one of these days". At first I didn't listen to Kate's suggestion. But then after some more encouragement and pestering from Kate I decided to try it. It took me several months to work myself up to peeing just once a day again instead of twice a day under my greater liquid intake, but Kate's advice did help a lot. Kate started to drink even more herself throughout the day at the same time. Kate went from drinking 3 gallons a day to drinking closer to 4 gallons a day. While this was going on, I tried to figure out the same thing I had for years. How could I arrange a situation where Kate had no choice but to continue to wait and hold it for hours or even days longer after I took my third piss? I tried to pee at places or times when I knew Kate couldn't or wouldn't pee, like in my last story, but I could never delay her trip to the toilet long enough for me to need to take a 4th piss, let alone for Kate to lost control of her iron bladder. Not even camping trips, far from any kind of public toilets that Kate would use, had been able to break Kate's iron bladder in the past. One day however a new tactic dawned on me. I didn't have to try to arrange situations to endlessly stall Kate's much needed visit to the toilet when she was allowed to go under our rules. Instead, I could use Kate's own pride to keep her waiting if I pushed her buttons just right at the right opportunity. That opportunity came one day on a Sunday evening. I had been holding it for the last 24 hours, and I had been quite desperate since the mid-afternoon. But finally, by 9 PM, after 24 hours of holding it, I couldn't wait any longer. This piss would be my 3rd piss since Kate had last peed, which was one reason Kate came to the bathroom to watch as I whipped my cock out and started to piss a gusher in the urinal. Just standing in the bathroom, next to the inviting white toilet bowl, and watching me piss a gusher in the urinal next to it was surely torture on Kate's bursting iron bladder. Kate had last taken a piss on Thursday evening at 9 PM, which was almost exactly 72 hours ago. On top of that, Kate hadn't bothered to take her 4 inch high heel shoes off, so her painful footwear was surely only adding yet more pressure to her surely exhausted bladder. Our rules technically didn't say that Kate had to stand there and wait for me to finish my piss in the urinal before she could seat herself on the toilet seat and piss her own gusher. But Kate always did it regardless, as if to push herself just a little bit farther each time. For Kate to seat herself on the toilet now before I finished would be admitting weakness in her mind, and Kate's pride couldn't allow that no matter what her bladder said. Kate tried to play the calm & prideful wife with the iron bladder who wasn't dying to be able to release her pent up piss in just a moment. But even so, I caught Kate grimacing out of the corner of my eye as I first started to piss my gusher. Still, despite Kate's extreme desperation after 72 hours of waiting, and the large bladder bulge that was visible, she didn't allow herself to grip her pussy. Nor did she let herself fidget around in desperation as she surely so wanted to. Instead she stood with her arms crossed, and her legs slightly spread. "So Kate, how desperate are you to finally be able to piss your gusher now" I asked. "You must be glad that you can finally piss after 3 long days of waiting". "You must be joking Karl" replied my wife. "You must know by now that I'm such a tough wife that you don't even make it a challenge for my iron bladder anymore". Kate tried to keep her face calm, but I could see the enormous strain on her bladder's sphincter muscles that she was dealing with and trying to hide. Me and Kate had drank a bit of alcohol earlier in the evening, and I had been stroking Kate's pride through it. So Kate's arrogant reply despite the strain already on her iron bladder was exactly as I had expected and hoped for. "Oh come on Kate" I said, "I know your pussy is as eager to piss a gusher as my penis is to be pissing right now. You'll be ripping your jeans and panties down to your knees the second my piss is finished, and you'll already be pissing a gusher even before your butt touches the toilet seat". As I said this I noticed Kate's hands were already starting to unbutton her jeans even as I continued to piss away in the urinal. Kate noticed it to, and stopped, with only the top button undone. I smiled at Kate, knowing she had helped prove my point. Kate looked a bit ticked off at herself for walking right into it. "Oh hush Karl, I am not as eager to piss as your penis is" Kate replied in her prideful tone. "Unlike you and your penis, me and my pussy could still wait and hold it a while longer if we had to". Seeing my chance now, I moved in to try to push Kate to agree to keep waiting even longer. "Well yeah, I'm sure you could wait a couple more hours Kate" I said in my Mr. Reasonable voice. "But there's certainly no way you could keep waiting until tomorrow morning, let alone beyond that, you're much too desperate to pee already Kate". As I hoped for, Kate got a fire burning in her eyes at that statement. "You don't know how tough your wife and her iron bladder is then Karl" Kate said with some anger in her voice now. "I could easily hold it throughout the night, all through work tomorrow, and beyond that point to". My piss finally finished as Kate was talking, but Kate restrained herself and didn't rush to use the toilet the second I finished like she often did. I knew it was now or never to seal the deal as I flushed the urinal. "Well, I guess we'll never know the answer to that Kate" I replied. "Unless you were to agree to continue to hold it, say until I had to take my 4th piss since you last had a pee 72 hours ago". Kate was silent for several seconds now as she glared at me, standing just a few feet away from the inviting white toilet bowl promising her sweet relief now. Kate could have easily resumed unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding them and her panties off so that she could take her urgently needed piss now. But instead Kate stood there, on her painful high heels, with a boiling load of piss still brewing between her legs, and continued to stare into my eyes. I could tell Kate was seriously contemplating what to do in that silence. Finally Kate broke the silence. "You know how a certain lady loves to challenge herself Karl" she said with pride. "My bladder's floodgates will remain sealed, until you have to open your bladder's own floodgates and take a 4th piss since I last had a pee. No matter how long that takes". "Are you sure Kate" I asked playfully now as I put a hand on the raised toilet lid. "Last chance for a certain tough girl to change her mind and pee in a very long time Kate". "My jealous pussy will hate me for it Karl, I have to pee pretty bad already. But yes I'm certain, I'm a tough wife and I can hold it quite a while longer than just 3 days if I have to" Kate replied. I slammed the toilet lid down with finality, to signify Kate's now lost chance to take a much needed pee. "The ladies room is now closed Kate, I sure hope you can wait until it's available next time" I announced with a grin. I pointed at the button on her jeans Kate had undone a moment earlier. "You ought to button that back up Kate, you won't be needing to unbutton it anytime soon now". Kate smiled and nodded her head as she reached down to re-button the top of her jeans. Kate allowed a slight groan to escape her lips as the button re-added a bit of pressure to her bladder. "Oh my" whispered Kate playfully. "I think I made a mistake passing up that toilet Karl. I could really use a piss right about now". Kate 'playfully' gripped her crotch and squirmed for added emphasis. "Is the ladies room still open for a certain desperate lady who hasn't peed in 3 whole days Karl?". "Sorry, but the ladies room is going to be closed for a long while Kate" I replied. "You'll just have to wait until then". "Oh... gosh I sure hope I can wait that long" Kate muttered in pretend nervousness. "You boys sure have it easy being able to unzip and pee almost anywhere... that would really come in handy for me right now". Kate bit her lips as she glanced anxiously at the closed toilet lid, and the urinal she couldn't use. "But I am a lady, so I guess I'll just have to wait. It's a good thing I'm so good at waiting". I grinned at Kate, "I know you've been waiting to pee for 3 days already Kate, you could use a distraction from that desperate need" I said. Kate nodded while shifting her legs around desperately in her high heels. "Well what better distraction than the two of us sharing a pitcher of lemonade together" I asked in a tone that was daring Kate not to say no. Kate knew full well I was challenging her. "I don't think that'll help my poor unlucky bladder Karl" she replied knowingly, "but... you know how much I love lemonade". Lemonade was Kate's favorite drink, which was why I had suggested it over another beverage. Kate was grinning now at the challenge. "I know you don't think I can handle it Karl, but my iron bladder is much tougher than you realize". With that, Kate led the way to the kitchen. Despite the state of her bladder, Kate ended up having 4 of the 6 glasses of lemonade in the 3 liter pitcher. Later as we were getting ready for bed Kate eagerly agreed to some full bladder sex, during which Kate was gripping her pussy and squirming around a lot. My doubt that Kate could last the night, let alone the day tomorrow, must have been written on my face, because as I closed my eyes Kate whispered "I'm stronger than you think Karl, I will hold it for you and your silly bet. Maybe then you'll learn why it's futile to challenge to me and my unbreakable bladder". "Or maybe I'll finally discover that even your bladder has its limits" I whispered back playfully. ===== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #2 The next morning me and Kate were awaken at 7 AM by our alarm clock. Kate hadn't peed in 82 hours by now as she got out of bed with her rock hard bladder bulge quite visible in her skimpy lingerie. Kate allowed herself to squirm around a bit and grip her crotch for a moment in desperation as she fought against her urgent need for a morning piss. Kate noticed me standing by the bed staring at her as she stood up and calmly removed her hands from her crotch, stopped squirming, and smiled. "I guess the ladies room is still going to be closed for a while yet isn't it Karl" she asked me playfully. I nodded in agreement. "Certain guys sure can take a while to reopen the ladies room Karl... it's almost... as if they don't want desperate girls like me to pee for a long time". "There's nothing but your own pride preventing you from barging in to use the ladies room anyway Kate" I reminded her. I liked to give Kate an 'out' at times, she never took it, even if she so badly needed it. "No thanks, I'll be good Karl" Kate replied quickly to show that she was still up for the challenge from last night. "I've already waited all day for the last couple of days without giving my poor bladder any relief. I can do it again today if your bladder makes me". Me and Kate soon got dressed for the day. Without any important visitors expected at work today Kate grabbed a fashionable pair of jeans and a business casual shirt. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder the jeans would fit Kate quite comfortably. But with 82 hours worth of boiling piss contained inside her rock hard bladder bulge I knew the jeans would be a more uncomfortable fit for Kate. But Kate, even with her surely desperate need, was used to wearing clothing too tight around her bladder region. So Kate's body language remained calm, even as she zipped and buttoned her jeans shut. Kate didn't even flinch when she tightened her belt and locked the buckle. And of course Kate finished up the outfit by slipping on a pair of fashionable high heels that she knew full well would torture her aching, bursting bladder all day whenever she stood up or walked anywhere. Without another word between us, me and Kate headed for the kitchen to have some breakfast, as well as share a 3 liter pitcher of spring water. Like we usually did we both had 3 glasses of it over breakfast before it was drained. Before we left for work Kate couldn't help but grab herself a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge, all while I smiled knowingly at her. "Just because I've really gotta pee bad doesn't mean I don't get thirsty Karl" Kate replied with a smile. We arrived at work shortly before 9 AM, by which time Kate had finished draining her bottle of water. Me and Kate kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways in the office until we got together for lunch at 1 PM. Both of us had our share of drinks in the morning at work. I had 2 large cups of coffee, and 3 bottles of water, which I thought was a lot, until I learned Kate had drank same and an additional bottle of water. By the time we went to lunch I was really needing a piss myself. But of course there was no way I going to, because that would let Kate pee as well, unless I somehow talked her into waiting even longer, which I wasn't going to count on. Kate, despite having gone 88 hours without a piss now, was relatively calm as we went out to lunch together. She even teased me a bit about needing to go 'already' when she caught me squirming in the car. "What's the matter Karl? Don't tell me you need to pee already, it's only been 16 hours for you. I thought you were going to make this a challenge for me". "We'll see about that when I make you piss yourself Kate" I replied good naturedly. "I know you'll be crossing your legs and squirming around underneath the table when you don't think anyone will be looking". "I'd like to see you hold it for three and a half days and only cross your legs under the table a bit" Kate countered. Lunch passed uneventfully. Despite how desperate we both were Kate drank 3 large glasses of soda over lunch, while I had 2. I was still aiming to drink 3 gallons a day, and Kate 4 gallons a day, under our liquid heavy diet, so neither of us had a choice in the matter of not drinking so much. Kate tried to look calm sitting across the table from me, but I could tell from her strained body language that she was having a lot more trouble keeping her full bladder's dam shut then she was letting on. I tried to not let see Kate see just how bad off I was, but I did my share of leg crossing and crotch grabbing under the table. After lunch me and Kate went our separate ways in the office again. I don't know about Kate, since she would never admit it to me, but as the day went on, I knew I was getting more distracted by my giant urge for a piss. It didn't help that I drank another 5 bottles of water in the afternoon at work either. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Kate couldn't pee as long as I held on I would have been sorely tempted to visit the men's room. At the other end of the office, Kate was busy working her way through 6 bottles of water this afternoon. If Kate was alone in her office then I knew she had to be squirming around desperately in her seat from the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee by now. As 5 PM rolled around I found Kate had helped herself to a can of soda from the vending machine on the way to the car where we both met. "Are you sure that's wise dear, given your predicament" I teased on the way to the car. "It's wiser then however many bottles of water you drank in the afternoon" Kate countered arrogantly. "You'll have to pee soon enough, and then it won't matter how wise or not wise this can of soda is, because I'll be able to pee to". "Well then, maybe you should do the driving if you're so confident I'll pee first" I countered. "After all, if I'll pee first then I must be more distracted by my desperate bladder after nearly 20 hours of waiting then you are from yours after nearly 92 hours of waiting". I could tell by the look in Kate's eyes that she hadn't expected that. Since I almost always drove, Kate was used to being able to sit back and focus her attention on her keeping her boiling piss contained in her bladder whenever we traveled. Kate narrowed her eyes, and took a sip from her can of soda, knowing what I was doing. "That won't be a problem Karl, hand me the keys" Kate replied, pretending to be calm, even though I knew full well she wasn't. I was glad to be able to grip my cock through my pants and pay attention to Kate's body language as she drove us. Kate did surprisingly well at looking calm when we were moving, but I saw her legs shifting around nervously from her desperate urge to pee after almost 4 days without relief. At the first red light when Kate stopped the car I could tell she was about to automatically grab her pussy in desperation. But she remembered who was sitting next to her and stopped before her hands could get there. So Kate grabbed her can of soda instead, and made a show of taking a long sip from it, enough to finish draining it. "What would us ladies ever do about these frequent & long closures of the ladies room if we weren't so good at waiting?" Kate asked me playfully, knowing I was watching her every move for signs of desperation. "Ladies could always use the urinal in the men's room" I suggested. Kate shook her head. "Ladies could also use the bushes alongside their man when we go camping or hiking" I added. "Us ladies don't have the anatomy for either of those things Karl" Kate replied playfully. "That's why our mothers teach us that boys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. And then there's filthy public restrooms, you guys don't mind Karl, you'd go anywhere. But us ladies do mind, so us ladies frequently have to continue to hold it when the ladies room is too filthy, even if we've already been waiting a lot longer then you boys have". "Well, a certain lady could drop the act and admit she has to go when we get home. Surely her own toilet is clean enough for her" I countered playfully. "But us ladies can't even do that either at times" Kate countered. "Sometimes us ladies get back home desperate to pee, only to have to wait even longer because our husbands beat us to the toilet first, even though the husband got to pee multiple times when he was out with the lady". "Then it's a good thing that some of you ladies enjoy putting off your pee, and holding it for several days in a row, isn't it Kate?" I replied with a smile. "Well, if the world conspires to keep us ladies from taking a pee, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy having to hold it all the time?" Kate grinned. When we got back home at 6 PM both me and Kate were dying to pee, with 21 and 93 hours of boiling pee in our bladders separating the us from our last trip to the toilet. But neither of us so much as glanced down the hall towards our only bathroom. Instead I took out a 3 liter pitcher of water and poured us both a glass, while Kate started dinner. Kate could have taken her pair of 4 inch high heels off at any time now that we were home, but she didn't. I think Kate decided a few months ago that she enjoyed the extra challenge her painful high heels were on a full bladder. Despite the high heels that were surely bothering her poor tormented bladder's sphincter muscles, Kate didn't hesitate to quickly down her first half a liter glass of water from the pitcher, and pour herself a second glass. Kate tried to avoid squirming around and gripping her crotch in front of me, with only partial success due to the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee. But to be fair, I was desperately squirming around probably three times as much as Kate. At this point I knew I wasn't going to best Kate's iron bladder today, she was clearly in much better control of her bladder's situation then I was despite the much longer wait she had. I just wanted to extend Kate's desperate plight as long as I could, and figure out how I could get Kate to agree to skip her pee again if at all possible. By 7 PM both me and Kate had finished dinner, and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher. Both me and Kate had 3 large glasses of the pitcher. Though Kate tried to look tough, I could tell she was really beginning to feel the strain of denying herself relief for the last 94 hours while wearing such tight and uncomfortable clothing. Kate grimaced across the table, but she tried to turn it into a grin when she noticed me watching, all while I saw her hands go underneath the table towards her crotch. At first I thought Kate was gripping her crotch, until I heard the sound of a belt buckle unsnapping. "Does my lovely wife finally have to admit that her bladder isn't as strong as she claims it is and hurry to the toilet for a much needed pee now?" I asked smoothly. "Is it a crime for a girl to want to unwind at the end of a long day by taking her tight belt off?" Kate asked. "Don't worry about your silly bet Karl, I'll hold my pee until you have to pee again, which will be pretty soon I imagine". "I think it's a sign that a lady is nearing her limits if the pressure of the belt is too much for her to bear after 94 hours without a pee" I countered. "But... certain things... might persuade me otherwise". "Certain things Karl?" Kate questioned mockingly. "You're real subtle aren't you? Fetch me a can of soda then, I'll drink it while we watch some television". Our evening was relatively subdued after that for a while, as we watched TV for a few hours. Kate drank her can of soda, as well as 2 more glasses of water. I drank another 2 glasses of water myself. By the time 9 PM rolled around I once again couldn't hold it any longer. Kate had been watching me like a tiger for the last hour, just as much as I had been watching her desperately squirm after 4 days without a pee. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and announced I had to run to the bathroom, Kate slyly remarked "well of course you do Karl, the boys always have to pee first... and second, and third, and fourth to it seems". I hurried to the bathroom desperately gripping my desperate cock. Despite her 4 inch high heels Kate managed to stay right behind me without tripping. Upon entering the bathroom I hurried to the urinal, and began to take a loud piss with Kate watching. Kate tried to act calm as I peed away in front of her, but I caught her eyes anxiously darting to the inviting white toilet bowl next to the urinal. Despite her calm demeanor, Kate hadn't been able to pee in 4 days, and was a few hours away from the 100 hour mark. I knew Kate was really bursting to go right now as she began to unbutton her jeans before I was even half done my piss. Kate tried to cover it up by talking. "It's a good thing that the ladies room is now open again, because this lady really needs to take a leak now" Kate said as she lifted the toilet lid. "4 days of holding it like this is more of a challenge for me and my bladder of steel Karl". Kate didn't move to sit on the toilet yet however, for that I knew she'd wait until I was finished peeing first. "So does that mean that 5 days of holding it would be too much of a challenge for you to handle then Kate?" I asked slyly. "Don't be silly Karl, we both know the answer to that" Kate replied arrogantly, even as she squeezed her legs together in a subtle sign of desperation. "Maybe someday you'll learn Karl that me and my bladder of steel have no limits, I can always wait as long as I need to". "I think the way you've already unzipped your jeans says otherwise Kate" I countered as I continued to piss in the urinal. "You're so desperate to pee that you're hurrying to undo your jeans early just so that you won't have to wait an extra few seconds to pee, because you know you can't hold it much longer Kate. I bet you were getting worried about having an accident if I made you wait much longer". "In your dreams Karl. There's nothing unusual with a girl unbuttoning her jeans in anticipation of a much needed pee she's about to take" Kate replied calmly. As she spoke my piss began to die down, Kate couldn't help but grip her crotch and fidget her legs around in anticipation of her pee. "There's nothing wrong with a girl lifting the lid in preparation for her pee either, especially seeing as you're about done Karl" Kate added. Kate was right, my piss finally dribbled down to nothing as Kate watched, eager to let loose her own brewing load of boiling piss. But unfortunately for Kate, I was determined to make sure that her brewing load of boiling piss would have to brew for a while longer in her tiring bladder. I knew that I had to make my move quickly as I tucked my cock back in my pants. Kate smiled as she began to pull her jeans down, only the smile soon vanished when I slammed the lid down on Kate's toilet before she could pull her jeans even halfway down her hips. "Karl what are you doing?" Kate asked confused, her jeans still only partially pulled down, her red panties easily visible. "It's my turn to pee now". "Sorry Kate, it turns out the ladies room is still closed for maintenance" I announced boldly, jumping back into our earlier role-playing. "It was a totally unexpected problem the maintenance crew ran into. You'll just have to continue waiting until they finish Kate. I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer yet". "Well then how's a lady supposed to get the pee that she was promised for out holding you yet again Karl" Kate asked annoyed. She bent her knees and fidgeted her legs together nervously, considering her options I knew. Kate clearly hadn't expected me to issue another challenge to her bladder of steel so soon. "Hey, you were the one who said earlier that the world conspires to keep you ladies away from the toilet" I reminded her with a shrug. "I guess you were right Kate, the world is sure conspiring against you now". Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. Kate's eyes glared at me, before shifting to the white porcelain toilet bowl aside of me, that she had been eagerly looking forward to using 15 seconds ago before I had moved to stop her. I knew the heavy load of boiling piss brewing between her legs for the last 4 days was at the forefront of Kate's mind. Kate really didn't want to have to keep that piss brewing in her bladder for yet another day, especially not with the 4 inch high heels she wore, which only made a full bladder harder to deal with. But Kate was also quite prideful, and could be quite stubborn when she saw her pride as at stake I knew. I smiled as Kate's eyes shifted away from the much needed toilet and back at me, full of stubbornness and determination. "A totally 'unexpected' maintenance problem in the ladies room Karl?" Kate asked me, her voice full of playful skepticism. "Sounds to me like someone just really doesn't want us ladies to pee, especially this lady in particular, who hasn't peed in 4 whole days already", Kate added, pointing at herself as she crossed her legs. "Hey I'm not the maintenance man Kate, I'm just the bearer of bad news" I said, innocently. Kate playfully rolled her eyes at my feigned innocent. "The bottom line Kate is you'll just have to wait some more, unless you care to use the men's room instead" I added, waving at the urinal, "no plumbing issues or lines there". "Certainly not Karl!" Kate scolded me. "A lady doesn't barge in and use the men's room, especially not when she'd mind if a man barged into the ladies room!". "Well then, I guess you're just going to have to wait Kate, since that's your only option left" I told her. Kate frowned, as if remembering her brewing load of boiling piss she had been so eager to rid herself of a moment ago. "I really need to pee bad after holding it for the last 4 days Karl" she admitted as she gripped her crotch and squirmed in front of me. I smiled as I saw my opportunity. "What's the matter Kate, worried that you might pee yourself soon if you have to hold it a while longer?" I taunted. Kate bristled visibly at the insult to her pride, even as her bladder begged for relief. Knowing I was taking a risk now, I opened the toilet lid. "Go ahead and take your pee Kate. I wouldn't want you to end up peeing in your jeans just because you were too stubborn to admit that you couldn't hold it any longer during our role-playing session". My gamble worked better than I thought, Kate didn't even pause to think about her words first. "I'm going to make you eat those words Karl" Kate replied confidently. "I may really have to pee quite badly after holding it for the last 4 days, but that doesn't mean that I'll pee myself soon if I don't plop myself on that white porcelain toilet bowl". Kate glanced at the toilet longingly for a moment as she continued to fidget around. With one hand still openly gripping her throbbing desperate pussy through her red panties, Kate reached out for the toilet lid with her other hand. "It would feel really frigging good to use that toilet, I won't deny it Karl. But I'll hold it for a while longer instead, just to prove to you that I can still wait for a pee. I think another 24 hours should be long enough to prove my point to you". With that, this time it was Kate who slammed the toilet lid shut with finality, to signify her once again lost chance to pee. "Are you really sure about this Kate?" I asked as Kate began to pull her jeans back up. "Another 24 hours without a pee is a long time for anyone to wait, especially for a desperate lady who already hasn't peed in the last 4 days". Kate's face grimaced as she pulled her jean's zipper back up, pressing her tight jeans up against her bulging bladder and the 4 days of boiling piss brewing inside. "No one said us ladies have it easy Karl" Kate replied playfully, even while partially grunting as she buttoned her jeans back up, which put more strain on her 4 day unrelieved bladder. "Your penis is really lucky Karl. My pussy is so jealous that it still hasn't gotten to pee yet, especially with the toilet right there in front of me!". I smiled, Kate looked so darn sexy the way she desperately squirmed around in her tight jeans, while trying hard not to in order to look like the tough woman she stubbornly wanted to be. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and kissing her on the lips just then. I felt Kate's enormous bulging bladder brushing up against my leg as I did this. I heard a slight moan escape from Kate's lips at the unneeded extra pressure this put on her tiring bladder. But Kate was too stubborn to complain about the effect our close embrace was having on all that boiling pent up piss brewing in her bladder, so she simply bore it without a word of complaint. "You're really hot when you're so desperate to pee like this Kate" I said as I mercifully let go of her. Kate, still in her 4 inch high heels, which only made things worse on her full bladder, squirmed her legs around nervously, which only made her sexier. "Well Karl, with the ladies room closed for another day, I'm sure you'll enjoy my plight for the next 24 hours then" Kate replied with surprising calm. I couldn't help but smile lustfully like a giddy little schoolboy, which wasn't unnoticed by Kate. "I really shouldn't have turned down that trip to the ladies room yesterday, should I Karl?" Kate asked me playfully as her hands began to undo my jeans to get at my erect cock. "My desperate pussy is throbbing for relief already Karl, but it's a good thing that I can hold it for another day... or maybe longer if I really want to". The two of us quickly began to undress and make our way to the bedroom. By the time I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep later I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see if Kate could really backup her earlier boasting about her iron bladder.
  13. 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. 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
  15. Decided to try something I haven't done much: Write a story about casual, unplanned desperation where having an accident is played off as not being such a big deal. Not because this takes place in some alt-universe where incontinence is drastically more common than IRL, but just because the characters roll with the punches and take a laidback attitude to the whole thing. When I feel like it, on a totally idiosyncratic schedule, I might update this thread with other one-offs, although this one turned out quite long and I can't promise that every time. Casual Desperation 1: Lifesaver Nina rolled out of bed and shivered as her bare feet hit the floor. The shiver seemed to travel simultaneously up from her toes and down from the top of her spine, both sensations merging at her abdomen. Specifically, her distended morning bladder. She needed to pee. Quickly, she jogged across the hall, through the living room and up the stairs to the bathroom, trying to keep her hands from straying to her crotch. Pulling down her pajama pants and her panties in one go, she seated herself on the toilet and let out a satisfying tinkle. Today was going to be a busy day. Nina and her boyfriend were having their friend Jacob and his new girlfriend—Maya? Anna? What was her name again?—over for dinner. Which meant that she was going to be playing cook and hostess, because Michael was terrible at that sort of thing. He tried, bless him, but he was a bad cook and while he could talk sports and cars and motorcycles with the guys, his conversational charm if you didn’t happen to share those particular interests was an acquired taste. Washing her hands, Nina smiled at the thought of her boyfriend regaling Maya/Anna with tales of his latest project, restoring a gasoline-guzzling veteran motorcycle. She didn’t know much about this mysterious new girlfriend, whom she’d only met once very briefly, but from what Jacob had said, she was a treehugging, save-the-environment sort. Probably those two would have to be chaperoned so conversation didn’t take a bad turn. Just another thing Nina would have to look out for. Nina threw her pajamas in with the laundry and stepped out of her panties. She blushed a little bit at the sight of a small damp spot on the crotch of the panties. Perhaps she’d sweated a lot during the night—they were having a bit of an Indian Summer—or perhaps she’d leaked a bit when her bare feet hit the floor, or when she’d hurriedly tugged down her panties to pee. No matter. She had more pressing things to worry about. After a quick shower, she sat down in the kitchen with a bowl of porridge, today’s newspaper and a coffee for breakfast. Michael had finally roused himself, still sporting an epic bedhead. He leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. Truly, a gentleman. “Going to work on the bike in the garage for a couple of hours,” he said. This was his typical Saturday morning ritual. “Unless you need me for something…?” “I’m going for a haircut and then shopping for dinner, which I’ll be making, if I know you,” she said, distracted by her newspaper. “I did offer to cook,” he said, sidling behind her and putting his arms around her shoulders. “I know, and I offered to be on standby ready to call the fire department,” she said, not unkindly. He laughed. “I’ll leave you to it, then.” “Go play with your bike, big boy,” she said, patting his hand on her shoulder. “I will,” he said, chuckling all the way out of the kitchen. Michael was about as useless in the kitchen as she was in the garage, but they complemented each other. Nina had never been of the opinion that like should seek out like. She was tall, just on the healthy side of skinny, and blonde. He looked like a lumberjack. Picture a lumberjack, short, stocky, bearded, wearing a red and black checkered flannel shirt, and you got it. But he was handy, kind and funny, and she was… Responsible? Down to earth? And not unkind to the eye. That’s what she’d overheard him saying to his friend after their first date, when he didn’t think she could hear him. Not she’s hot, or even she’s cute, but She’s so down to earth, and not unkind on the eyes. It was a silly thing, maybe, but that’s when she decided she was going to take their dating more seriously than her recent dates. Some women might not consider that statement flattering (or even fully grammatical), but she found it refreshingly honest and non-creepy. And five years later they were still together. Nina put away her newspaper, drained her coffee, and picked up a bottle of water for the road. She drained half of it before she set off. Right. The mall. A haircut—which she had to hurry to make, she realized—and then maybe shopping for some new jeans, then for ingredients for dinner. She’d found one of her pairs of jeans unfashionably full of holes at the back of the closet and realized perhaps part of her wardrobe could stand a makeover. She was parched, for some reason, and couldn’t be bothered to carry the water bottle with her, so she drained it and threw it in the side compartment. Then she ran out of the parking lot, through a warm late-summer drizzle to the mall. The hair salon’s opening hours were greatly reduced on Saturdays, and when she’d booked the appointment, the matronly voice on the other end of the phone call had delivered a sermon on arriving on time or she’d have to come back on Monday. By the time she arrived at the salon, she was breathing heavy. She walked in five minutes late, but the middle-aged woman who ran the shop wasn’t in today. Thankfully. Instead, she was shown to a chair by a bright-eyed, overly cheerful young woman. “Good thing you came in just now, I was thinking of closing up early,” the hairdresser said, favoring Nina with a smile so sweet and incongruous that Nina immediately began speculating about what kinds of dark, dark secrets this girl must harbor. There was just something off-putting about people who smile all the time when there’s nothing to smile about, wasn’t there? Could anyone truly be that joyful all the time? Nina wasn’t exactly depressed, she was quite happy with her life, but she wasn’t bouncing like a bunny in springtime every day at work. As she sat down, she felt a tug from her bladder. There was definitely some pee in there, but it wasn’t too bad. She didn’t want to ask for a restroom break and keep the girl longer than necessary when she was already late to her appointment. Oh, well. She could wait. The hairdresser chattered endlessly, a string of inanities about celebrities and how pretty Nina’s hair was, which would have been flattering if all the hairdressers she knew didn’t say all the same things to all their customers. She had blond hair cascading down to her chest, with just enough waviness to it that she could never decide if she should wear it straight or go full curly. She closed her eyes and let herself relax as the girl fussed over the hair, combing and trimming. One time, the girl tugged a little too hard on a strand of hair, which surprised her so much that for a moment, she felt her bladder give a push. No, not today, Nina thought, casually crossing one leg over the other. Wouldn’t it look silly if I peed myself in the hair salon like a little girl? The thought amused her so much that she had to giggle. The girl assumed she was laughing at some little joke she must have made which Nina had missed entirely, and launched into a series of anecdotes about embarrassing situations the hottest celebrities had been getting into lately. Finally, her hair was done. She got up and stumbled a bit as she put her weight on her left leg. Damn thing was about to fall asleep. Nina rubbed at her thigh, her hand casually straying close to her crotch—the need to pee was now urgent enough not to be ignored, but far from desperate—and then made her way to the counter. She looked around to see if there were any customer restrooms, but couldn’t see any, so she paid and took her leave. Now, she might have made her way to the restrooms, but as far as she knew they were on the other side of the mall. Now that she was walking around, the urge wasn’t so bad. Instead, she headed over to a clothing store. On a whim, she entered one of the more expensive fashion brand stores, the kind where there are no price tags and if that’s a problem, you’re not welcome. She amused herself browsing clothes she had no intention of buying, including a set of sexy lingerie that she knew would drive Michael mad in the bedroom. Perhaps for his birthday. She probably couldn’t afford it, but a girl can dream, right? The urge to empty her bladder was still there in the back of her mind, but she quickly forgot about it. Nina spent half an hour browsing haute couture, until she noticed that the shop attendant was giving her looks and sort of fidgeting with her hands, opening and closing her mouth as if she was debating whether to say something. She got the message: buy something or get out. On the way to a shop more in her price range, she picked up a coffee to go. She absent-mindedly sipped at it while doing a little recon, walking in a circle around the mall to see if any interesting new shops had popped up. It’d been a while since she was here last, and the turnover of shops in this mall was quite high. Seems like every month one shop goes bankrupt and another one pops up. Must be high rent. Make it big or go home, that sort of place. Nina had a tendency to let her mind wander if she wasn’t engaged in anything in particular, which was why she preferred to stay busy. By the time she’d circled back to her favorite store, she’d drained the coffee and the need to pee was back, a bit more urgent now. She paused, casually crossed one leg in front of the other, and exhaled. Then she put the urge away in the back of her mind—it was getting worse, but it was no crisis yet—and entered. “Nina!” A large woman in a very colorful dress waved her over. Oh, Danielle said she was taking weekend shifts here. She’d forgotten. Nina walked over to her friend by the counter, very careful not to jostle her full bladder. As she reached the counter, a little spasm hit her, and she had to do an awkward little curtsy to avoid leaking. “You okay? You’re looking a little fidgety over there,” Danielle said. Cursing herself inwardly for being so obvious about it, Nina straightened up. “Yeah, just got some things on my mind. We’re having Jacob and his new girlfriend over for dinner tonight, and I’ve barely met her. Apparently she’s kind of a treehugging hippie or something, and Michael’s whole life is about gas-guzzling cars and motorbikes.” “Oh my! Tell me more,” Danielle said. She was a good friend, and an even better gossip. But unlike the hair salon girl, Danielle had gossip about people Nina actually knew. It was gossip she could appreciate, in moderate doses. Nina made sure not to fidget anymore, although it did tax her abs to hold it in with muscle power alone. They talked for a quarter of an hour until Danielle had to go help out a customer. By the end of it, Nina knew everything about at least a couple of rumored affairs in her extended friend circle, and about poor Roger—actually an ex she was on good terms with still—who might lose his job because he’d lost his driver’s license speeding. Not a great look for a cabbie. As fun as it was to listen to her personal TMZ, when a customer showed up, Nina was grateful. It was getting harder and harder to pretend that she didn’t really need to pee. Like, very soon. She walked over to a tall clothes stand and crouched down pretending to tie her shoelaces, but actually squeezing her crotch. After sitting on her heel for a minute, she felt composed enough to get up again. Thankfully nobody had seen anything. This is getting silly, now isn’t it, Nina, she thought. Just ask Danielle to use the restroom. Even if they only have one for staff, she won’t give a crap, her manager’s not here and will never know. But then she thought that might look a bit silly, and then she looked at her watch and noticed she’d wasted so much time she better hurry to get what she came here for done if she was going to have dinner ready in time. I’ll just visit the restrooms on the way out of the mall, she decided. Nina had a tendency to put it off, and this was a familiar situation. It usually worked out just fine. Standing, now, it wasn’t even that bad. Okay, it was actually kind of bad, but not, like, about to flood the linoleum bad. Nina hurriedly grabbed a couple of light blue jeans in different sizes and headed to the fitting rooms. Just buy the damn jeans, then groceries, then toilets. That order. Quick and orderly. Organized. She dipped into a vacant fitting room, shut the curtain, then set about unbuttoning her current jeans. They dug into her bladder as she began to pull them off, and she had to let go, pants hanging off her upper thighs, hopping between one leg and another and squeezing her crotch. Oh, my! Well, she was in too deep now. Surely she wouldn’t wet herself in the next five minutes. Nina got her pants off, then grabbed a random pair of new jeans and stepped into them, then began shimmying them up. When she tried to button the jeans, she realized two things: One, these jeans were two sizes too small and even her slender frame could never pull that off. Must be made for anorexic girls. Two, the half-buttoned jeans were now digging savagely into her bladder, which was starting to bulge out over the waistband. And it hurt. Fuck, that’s painful. She felt her bladder give a push and sank down on one knee, furiously digging her hand into her crotch, even sticking one hand down her panties, or as far as she could with such tight jeans halfway buttoned up. She sat like that for a minute, two minutes, praying that she wouldn’t start peeing. These weren’t her pants, and she certainly wasn’t intending on buying them. They were hardly even jeans, they were more akin to a torture implement. Several waves of pressure crashed against her urethra, and she clenched with all her might. Finally, one of the buttons she’d managed to pull closed popped loose and rolled down onto the floor. Now she’d ruined a pair of pants, but on the bright side, the additional pressure was gone, and her bladder seemed to take a chill pill and leave her alone long enough to rise. Well, damn. She blushed, not so much over her childish pee-dancing as over the thought that she’d ruined a pair of jeans she hadn’t intended on buying. The pee-dancing was, well, not quite a regular occurrence, but not unheard of, and no one had seen her. Nina pulled the pants off and debated whether to abort mission and run for the toilets. But the relief from the torture-device of a pair of jeans had lessened the pressure so much that she put it off. Instead, she picked the largest pair of jeans she’d brought and tried them on. They fit snugly. She turned around and craned her neck to admire her backside in the mirror. It looked really good in these jeans, if she did say so herself. Nina fished out her phone from her purse and sent a quick snap to her boyfriend, showing off a little. Then another bladder spasm nearly dampened her panties. Time to get out of here. She quickly undressed, re-dressed, and picked up all three pairs of jeans. The button that had come loose stared up at her from the floor, silently yelling J’accuse! With an audible moan, she bent down and picked up the button. Her old jeans dug into her bladder, but the pain was now almost familiar and her panties escaped unscathed. For now. This was officially an emergency. Well, she reasoned, I came all this way, I might as well buy these jeans and then I’ll be free to run off to the potty. Nina walked with very careful steps over to Danielle by the counter. “Find something you like?” Danielle asked. “Yeah, these,” Nina said, biting her lip and producing the jeans she’d looked so good in. “Good choice! These will make Michael go wild, I just know it,” Danielle said with a wink. She was one of those women who could pull off the cartoonishly obvious wink, and took frequent advantage. Nina blushed as she laid down the pair that had given her such grief. “I, eh, this is a bit embarrassing, but these were super tight and I kind of… A button came loose,” she stammered. “Oh!” Danielle chuckled. “Hey, it happens. Between you and me, it should be illegal to stock such tight pants without a huge red warning sign next to them.” She gestured to her own body, which could stand to lose a few kilos. “It’s a nightmare, especially for someone like me. Anyway, I won’t charge you for ‘em, but you’ll owe me some juicy gossip about that new girlfriend of Jacob’s next time we catch up.” “Deal,” Nina said. Grateful more for the thought of ending the conversation and rushing to the bathroom than for the favor. She paid and took her leave. Then she noticed the time. She’d spent so much time gossiping and averting disaster in the fitting room that now her schedule was really tight. She needed to buy groceries and rush home if dinner wasn’t going to be delayed embarrassingly long. Better that the guests wait for food than that the food waits too long for the guests, her mother used to say, but she wanted to make a good first impression on Anna/Maya/Hannah/Whatshername. Sighing, Nina made the decision to put off the toilet for a little while longer. After all, she’d made it this far without even a little leak, which was—well, it wasn’t super common, exactly, but she was a busy person, and sometimes she got caught up in things, and then she was a little late, and sometimes she leaked a bit in her panties, and what business of anyone’s was that—the point was that she wasn’t at the point of no return. And come to think of it, I was really only on the edge there when I put on those ridiculous jeans. Bah! Satisfied that nothing bad could possibly come of this decision, she bypassed the restrooms and made her way to the supermarket. Well, it wasn’t pretty, but she made it to the till dry. She only had to stop and cross her legs twice, maybe three times, max. And she only ducked behind a fruit stand to crouch down and sit on her heel while pretending to tie her shoelaces once. Blushing a little, bouncing like a schoolgirl, she waited in line. Once the elderly gentleman who insisted on counting out the change twice before he was satisfied was done, she paid. The cashier girl gave her a questioning look, but Nina ignored it. As she passed by the restrooms on the way out, her eyes lingered on the sign on the door. It was a pink, female silhouette, with legs crossed and arms in her crotch. It was enough to send a sympathy jolt to her own bladder, and she couldn’t very well grab herself with shopping bags in both hands. Another wave crashed into her overworked bladder muscles, and she felt herself give up for a second. A small, hot spurt shot out, warming her panties and cheeks alike, but she got it under control. Not like I haven’t been here before and made it in time, she thought. Nina adopted a confident walk with long strides, almost daring her bladder to betray her again, but it held. She threw the groceries into the back seat and stumbled into the driver’s seat, almost drunk with desperation. She dared a glance down at her crotch. Her panties were damp, but the jeans, a light gray that would surely show an accident, appeared dry. She tentatively stuck a finger under the waistband and touched it to the front of her panties. Yup, clearly wet. Well, it should be a short drive home, right? Pain. The overwhelming sensation she felt for those fifteen minutes of driving was pain. A hot pain around her bladder and abdomen, a sequence of waves crashing against a willpower that was eroding like a seaside cliff over geological time. Somehow, she didn’t run the red light she really wanted to run. Truthfully, it was only the thought of Roger, her former lover turned friend who’d lost his license and possibly his job being cavalier with driving rules, that stayed her hand. And a good thing, too, as she noticed a police car in her rear-view mirror. If she’d been stopped, her nervous demeanor would probably cause them to test her for a DUI, and while she’d pass with flying colors, the same couldn’t be said for her jeans. She shuddered at the thought of wetting herself in front of a cop. When you have to pee so bad it’s starting to come out, it seems like thinking about anything else becomes impossible. It’s like telling someone to not think of a pink elephant. What’s the first thing that’s gonna pop into your mind? Pink elephant. Wet jeans. Full bladder. Nina had had her share of mishaps, almost always as a consequence of her own bad choices. Usually, she made it in time, sometimes with damp underwear. But once or twice—okay, maybe more like four times in her adult life—she didn’t. The last time had been coming home from the movies with her friends. She’d thought she could make it home. And she did, mostly dry, but unlocking her door had unlocked her bladder. She’d stood there and spread her legs and peed down them, urine pouring down from under her skirt for a minute, as her friends stood by, either shocked or giggling. And then she’d laughed with them, and shrugged, and gone inside and changed, and it hadn’t been that big of a deal. It was just something that happened sometimes. A bit embarrassing in the moment, but easily forgotten. Nina really didn’t want to have an accident in front of strangers—that would be mortifying—but she’d survived accidents in front of her friends before. This time, she made it home, scooped up her shopping bags, and ran as fast as she could inside, not even bothering to lock the car. Another wave hit her as she crossed the threshold, and she had to put down the bags and squeeze herself, but she didn’t leak. Nina gingerly bent down and picked up the groceries and the bag with her jeans. She only had to put the groceries in the kitchen, then: relief. Glorious relief. Michael was in the kitchen, washing his hands. The sound of the water hitting the sink caused another spasm, and she felt a little trickle leak out despite her clenching. Crossing her legs, not daring to look down to see if it was visible on her pants, she called out to her boyfriend: “What are you doing here?” “Um, washing my hands, obviously,” Michael said, shooting her a puzzled look. “Oh, Jacob called and said if it was fine by us they’ll be coming over half an hour earlier. Apparently they had to pick something up at Hannah’s work at a specific time, and it’s on the way to us, and it’d be kind of dumb to go all the way back home just to turn in the hallway and go back here. I said it was fine by me.” “Uh, yeah,” Nina said. Her legs were trembling, and she was trying to fix Michael with a gaze to avoid him noticing. Fuck fuck fuck. That means they’ll be here any minute, and I haven’t even gotten started on the food… “You okay, babe?” Michael asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good. Just go change or whatever, I’ll get started on the cooking.” “O...kay,” he said, clearly confused by her nervous demeanor, but too polite to say anything. Once he was out of the kitchen, she put down the groceries and dared a glance between her legs. There was a very small wet spot, about the size of a single droplet if she’d been careless at the sink. Nothing too obvious. Now she had a problem. She needed everything ready an hour ago, preferably, but she also needed her butt on the toilet, now. She had to make a choice. Standing up straight, she was in pain, but it was a pain made duller by familiarity. It seemed like her little leak had taken the edge off. It was still very, very urgent, possibly even at that stage where the next spasm would turn her lower half into a faucet, but it didn’t feel impossible to wait another ten minutes. New plan: Just get the stew cooking, then call Michael over to watch it for five minutes while I pop to the toilet. Quick change of underwear and a little perfume, maybe. Six minutes, tops. Not even Michael could accidentally burn down the kitchen in that time span. Nina set to work. Every time she had to bend down, she had to do it in stages: Crouch down to one knee, squeeze herself between the legs, steel herself, clench until the waves of pressure died down, then fetch whatever it was she’d so stupidly put in the lower cupboards. Once or twice she felt herself leak a little bit, but she was so close. She got the meat on the skillet with some butter, then got started chopping vegetables. Once the meat was properly browned, she pulled it off the hot plate, just in time for Michael to yell at her that they were here. Nina crossed her legs and steeled herself. She locked down and noted that the wet spot was now the size of a thumb, but it probably wasn’t too noticeable. Surely they came here to shake her hand, not stare at her crotch. She quickly ran her fingers under some water, which caused another jolt, another tiny leak. Can’t shake hands covered in pee, now can I? That would be silly. And rude. Satisfied that she was presentable, if walking oddly, she made her way to the living room. Hannah—that was her name—did not look like a treehugging hippie. Nina didn’t know what she’d expected, but this bubbly brunette in a black evening dress—which put Nina’s damp, worn-out jeans to shame—was not it. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries for a couple of minutes, Nina rocking back and forth on her heel and trying very hard not to pee herself in polite company. “You okay there, Nina?” Jacob asked. “Y-yeah, got something on the plate,” she lied. “Be right back!” Nina rushed into the kitchen. Five minutes, she estimated. Five more minutes of prep, then she could let the stew cook and have Michael watch it while she ran off. She managed to finish up what she’d been doing without leaking anymore, although the pain was now so bad she was hunched over the kitchen bench, subconsciously grinding into the knob of one of the drawers. She was in deep, but finally, it was all done. Oh, crap. Just as she turned around to call Michael over to watch the stew, she remembered something Hannah had mentioned. She wasn’t a vegetarian, exactly, definitely not vegan, but she did try to minimize how much meat she ate out of concern for the environment. I better whip up a salad for a side dish, then, Nina thought. Fuck me and my empathy. She leaned down to grab a salad bowl from one of the lower drawers, and that nearly did her in. A wave rose in her abdomen, a tsunami in the making. It broke against her tortured sphincter, and she sank down on both knees, clenching her crotch, but the wave was too powerful. She felt herself slip, let out a little leak, and then that turned into a trickle, warming her lower half. It went on forever, it seemed, although the wall clock would probably have said three seconds. She felt her hand get wet; she bit her lip and clenched and pulled at the fabric between her legs; it subsided. Almost scared to look, she rose, the salad bowl forgotten. She was still in pain, she still felt little waves threaten to overpower her, and the wet spot between her legs was now the size of a peach. Nina had to go now. She powerwalked out of the kitchen, through the living room, ignoring the bemused looks of her guests. “Michaelpleasewatchthestewforaminute,” she fired off as she hobbled up the stairs towards the bathroom. The sight of the bathroom door nearly unmade her again. The pain was so intense, she felt herself pushing involuntarily, and then she was peeing full force into her pants. Crossing her legs, she managed to shut off the flow. Nina hobbled into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door properly. In five seconds, she had her pants down and she was already peeing through her panties. It splattered onto the tiles, but she had the presence of mind to lower her panties and kick the pile of clothes into a corner. Finally, she was on the toilet, gushing. Nina closed her eyes, leaned back, tried and failed to suppress a moan of pleasure. The pain had been so intense, but also lasted for so long that she’d almost gotten used to it. Having it suddenly disappear left her almost as euphoric as a good orgasm. It lasted for well over a minute, maybe two—who’s counting? Eventually, the faucet ran dry with a little pitter-patter of a trickle. Nina opened her eyes, wiped, flushed, then rose, nude from the waist down, to face reality. She picked up the panties. Soaked, of course. It was the jeans that worried her. She picked them up and examined the crotch. On the front, there was a half-moon larger than a peach, a bit smaller than a dinner plate, with a few droplets down the thighs. The back looked about as bad, a big wet patch between the legs, not so wide as in the front, but practically dripping, all the way up the waistband. There were also small trickles down the back of her legs. She’d probably only emptied one-third of her bladder into these pants, but no one who didn’t know the epic struggle and the awesome release would guess she hadn’t had a full-blown accident. What qualifies as an accident, anyway? She mused. Well, time to face the music. Unfortunately, the architects of her house had not considered the very specific needs of a twenty-eight year old woman who’s just peed her pants upstairs and needs to get past her guests to retrieve clean, dry clothes. She’d need to pass through the living room to get to her bedroom, as the upstairs only had the bathroom and a bedroom too small to comfortably house a double bed, so they’d made it into a home office. Nina pulled on her wet clothes and took a few deep breaths. Walked back and splashed some water in her face to hopefully cool the rosiness in her cheeks. Truth be told, she didn’t know if she was blushing because she was embarrassed or just from the intensity of the experience. If it had been just Jacob downstairs, a friend of many years, she would have proudly showed off her accident and laughed and he would only have teased her lightly and never mentioned it again. His new girlfriend, however, was almost a stranger. Oh, well. You’ve made your bed, might as well sleep in it, she thought, and walked downstairs. She cringed as she noted a few droplets she’d left on the way. Courage left her two steps into the living room, and she ran past her guests while mumbling something that vaguely sounded like “gotta check up on the food”. She ducked into the kitchen for appearances’ sake. Michael turned around with a grin on his face, gesturing at the stew which he had obviously managed not to ruin. His grin disappeared as he took in the state of his girlfriend. “Oh my god, you’re soaked,” he whispered. “What happened?” She shrugged. “Series of bad decisions and a bit of bad luck, I suppose.” “You okay?” “Yeah, if Hannah hadn’t been here I wouldn’t sweat it, but I’m sure she saw me like this and that’s a first impression I’d have loved to have avoided.” Nina shrugged again, trying to calm the beating in her chest. It wasn’t so bad, really, but she had to admit it was a bit embarrassing. “She might have, I mean,” Michael gestured at her wet front, “it’s kind of obvious. But don’t worry, she’s really nice, she won’t make a big deal out of it if you don’t.” “Yeah,” Nina said. “Might as well finish up here before I go change.” “What?” Michael said. “You’re gonna cook in pants you’ve pissed in?” He said it a bit louder than necessary. “Just chop a few vegetables and see to it you don’t burn the stew. When you cook, do you cook with your crotch? No wonder it tastes like dick,” Nina said, sticking her tongue out at him. “Ha. Ha,” he said. “But seriously, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, then you can go get comfortable.” Nina rattled off her instructions the way you might to a five-year-old child. Michael took it in good humor. Then she took a few deep breaths and walked out of the kitchen—she’d have to pass through the living room again to make it to the bedroom. She couldn’t hide, so she just walked out and stood there, letting them take in the disaster downstairs. “Oh my god, you really did it,” Jacob said. “I thought I saw it but this one,” and he nudged Hannah, “said I was seeing things.” “Oh, my, I’m so sorry,” Hannah said, and then she broke into a giggle. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny, I don’t mean to make fun of you but I just can’t deal and when I don’t know what to say I laugh,” she managed to get out between giggles. Nina could see the humor in it. It was certainly silly, her, a grown woman, peeing her pants because she kept making excuses to put off going to the bathroom. She began to laugh as well, better to laugh than to cry, and Jacob joined in. Soon they were all laughing, but Hannah seemed unable to stop. She was shaking with laughter, tears rolling down her face, trying to apologize between waves of giggling. Then suddenly, she held a hand to her mouth and blushed. Nina noted that she glanced quickly down into her lap, and her cheeks were rosy red. That seemed to be the end of her fit, though. “You okay?” Jacob asked. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Hannah managed. “Just glad I was able to stop, I’m so sorry, it was funny but not that funny.” “Don’t sweat it,” Nina said. She made her apologies and made her way to the bedroom to change. Dinner was lovely, and no one brought up Nina’s accident again. Hannah complimented the salad, had half a plate of the stew, and several times, she told Nina she shouldn’t have made something extra just for her. She was about as lovely and ordinary as you could have hoped, and she didn’t flinch at all when Jacob and Michael started discussing Michael’s motorcycle restoration project. Perhaps Jacob had been playing it up when he described her passion for the environment: she might care, but she was no fanatic. After dinner, the two men excused themselves to go check out the bike in the garage. Hannah waited until the two of them were out the door before she rose. “Um, this is kind of awkward, but I have a favor to ask,” she said. “Oh?” Nina arced an eyebrow. “Yeah, it’s a bit embarrassing, but earlier, when I had that laughing fit… I’ll just show you. I hope it’s not too weird.” She pulled the chair out from under the table, very carefully. Nina could see a shiny spot, and when she moved closer, it resolved itself into a small puddle, resting in the depression in the chair. “Oh!” Nina said. Hannah was blushing, but Nina put an arm around her. “After what happened to me, that’s nothing, dear,” she said. “It happens sometimes when I laugh too hard,” Hannah confided. “But this is the part that’s a bit weird. Do you think… Do you have something I could borrow? Like, underwear?” “Oh, girl, you only had to ask,” Nina said, stifling a chuckle and guiding Hannah towards the bedroom. Hannah dropped her voice to a stage-whisper. “It’s just, this is our fifth date, and I have a rule about fifth dates… I can’t let Jacob see me like this.” “Oh, feel free to raid my panty drawer,” Nina said, gesturing to a drawer in the wardrobe. “You go get that tiger.” She winked dramatically. It didn’t come across as natural as her friend Danielle’s winks, but it did elicit a little giggle from Hannah. “Just put your underwear in with the dirty clothes in the hamper, I’ll throw ‘em in with my own pee pants and you can collect them later. I’ll leave you to it.” That night, feeling a little naughty, Nina spilled the dirty clothes on the floor instead of throwing them directly into the washer. She spotted a pair of pink panties that didn’t belong to her and picked it up. There was a faded oval on the front, partially dried but still noticeably darker than the rest, and an even bigger one on the back. Damn, that wasn’t just a tiny leak, Nina thought. She shook her head, suddenly self-conscious about holding her friend’s dirty underwear, and threw them in with her own wet clothes. The following morning, she found a text on her phone from Hannah, sent around two in the morning: “Ur a lifesaver. xoxoxo” The thought of what might have transpired last night sent a little shiver down to her crotch. She felt herself flush, and suddenly she was overcome with horniness. She nudged her boyfriend awake and, when he tried to roll over to go back to sleep, she took his hand and placed it on her breasts. That woke him up. She hadn’t peed since her accident last afternoon, and had to go quite urgently. But that could wait. She had other needs that held higher priority. Nina could always wait.
  16. 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...
  17. 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.
  18. 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."
  19. 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.
  20. 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.
  21. 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.
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  23. 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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  25. 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)