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  1. From the album: Fantasy Desperation

    In another planet, in a corporate dystopia, poor work drone Hans couldn't pay for his weekly subscription to unlock his permanent plug. It will be a long week for him, completely unable to get relief
  2. This is a piece I wrote for someone, just thought of sharing it here for the ladies who might be interested. Apologies if it is not good enough. Happy New Year 2018 to all! Enjoy! ---- Athena, The Lady of Thesox loved watching men desperate to pee. All her life, she had dreamt of controlling a man’s piss. Having absolute authority over a man’s bladder. After her husband, the lord passed away, leaving behind five children in her safety, Athena had found herself busy with the duties of being a mother and the lady of a vast kingdom. But now that her children were busy with themselves, it left Athena with the time to explore her fantasies. Lady Athena declared an open challenge, “I hereby declare that I will award a large castle and a beautiful wife to any man who would dare to accept my challenge of holding his piss until I give him the discretion to release his waters...” The word spread like wildfire through the country, but no man dared to accept the challenge. Several days passed but to Lady Athena’s great dismay, no one stepped up to confront her. But then, a fortnight later, a man named Malcolm visited her castle. “I accept your challenge!” he said. “Oh, but remember, once you participate, you can only quit if I give you the permission, and not before” Lady Athena smirked. “I accept your challenge my lady” Malcolm said, “I have a large bladder.” “Very well then, the challenge will start tomorrow, get a good night’s sleep” she said, “I shall see you in the morning.” Malcolm was shown to his chambers by the servants. The next morning, when Malcolm visited the grand hall of the castle, he found Lady Athena already waiting for him there, with a large tub of lukewarm water that had vapours of steam rising from it. “From today on, each day, you’ll drink a hundred and ninety litres of water in the morning. An elephant drinks this much in the entire day, so I guess it will be good for you as starters” Athena smiled haughtily, almost expecting Malcolm to be shocked at the amount she had mentioned but the man stood defiant. Gulping the lump in his throat, he began drinking from the tub with the help of a jug. And after two hours of continuous drinking, the man was finished with the tub. “Looks like you have finished it all! Good, that’ll ready you for a big pee” Lady Athena smiled. It was true, Malcolm’s stomach felt bloated with all the water and he knew, such a large quantity would make him piss like an elephant. But he wasn’t worried. With his bladder capacity, needing to pee was never an issue. Lady Athena and Malcolm spent the morning in the church and during the lunch hours, she had her servants serve Malcolm with sixty litres of hot barley tea. That was too much liquid going inside his bladder and Malcolm was beginning to get worried if he’d be able to hold it till Lady Athena wanted him to. But with hesitation, he drank down all the tea given to him and hoped it wouldn’t make him want to pee badly. But while Lady Athena was enjoying the desperation Malcolm was facing, another problem was brewing inside the stable of her castle. Oros was a majestic and powerful centaur that Lady Athena had as her pet and her protector. The being though thoughtful and intelligent, was kept in the stable along with the horses. He was gifted to the Lady by a fabled conjuror and would only listen to commands from Athena. Each morning and evening, the lady would take the centaur out of the castle for a piss as the other servants were scared to go even near the fiend. But since the last two days, the lady had completely forgotten about her pet. “Where is my lady? She hasn’t visited me in two days...” the centaur asked a servant nearby who happened to be feeding the horses. “Well she’s busy with a guest” he answered before walking away with a stack of hay in his hands. Oros held the chain around his neck and sighed in dismay before settling down to the ground. Each day, the being was given four hundred and fifty litres of water to drink, which meant, he already had over nine hundred litres in his bladder. But his vessel was huge and Oros knew he could hold longer if needs be, but not much longer. Inside the stone walls of the castle, Malcolm was beginning to feel the first signs of his filling bladder but he was confident he could wait. Athena could see the first signs of a bladder bulge beginning to form in Malcolm’s midriff. She invited him for a walk in the gardens, hoping some movement would help him digest all that liquid quicker. She noticed the man walked a bit weirdly, but then what could she expect from a person containing over two hundred and fifty litres of liquid in his stomach. In the evening, Malcolm was served, fifteen litres of milk along with thirty five more litres of water. The man was trembling at the liquid intake. “My lady, I just wanted to know how long will this challenge last?” Malcolm asked, placing a hand on his rapidly filling bladder. “Until I am sure that you have the biggest bladder, this challenge will go on” Lady Athena smirked. She could see his bladder distinctly bulging over his breeches and she knew he had some serious pressure building up, much to her amusement. Little did Lady Athena know that her day was going to get much busier though. A huge blow of trumpets from the courtyard announced the arrival of Prince Noah to the castle. The Prince had travelled all the way to Lady Athena’s castle far up north to take an account of the law and order in her state. “Very welcome my prince, it is a great honour to have you as our guest” the lady greeted. “I am pleased my lady, could you please show me to my chambers, it has been a long and cold journey and I would like to have some rest” the Prince said. Lady Athena personally showed the Prince to his chambers and once alone the Prince made his way straight to the privy. Though in his mid thirties, the prince was a strong and muscular man who drank plenty of water each day. Since the morning, the prince charming had drunk over two hundred litres of pure water, and a large amount of honey water and lemonade. But unfortunately for the Prince, when he tried to open the large wooden door of his privy, it refused to budge. It was jammed. The Prince thought of telling Lady Athena of the problem but then decided against it, as it was thought to be a matter of great disgrace for a monarch to tell someone about their need to relieve themselves. The Prince went downstairs to have his supper, but much to his annoyance and frustration, the servants poured him mug after mug of hard cold beer. Lady Athena wondered what a big pee the prince would take after all that beer, and decided to feed the same amount to Malcolm who was sitting right next to her at the table. By the time the dinner was done, both Prince Noah and Malcolm had drunk over twenty large mugs of beer, and Lady Athena was pleased to think of how much Malcolm’s bladder would fill over the course of the night. Noah however was absolute about not disclosing his problem to Lady Athena. So the Prince quietly went to bed, hoping to find a solution to his problem the next day.
  3. Hello once again reader! This story is the result of an art trade between myself and @Tentacool, where he wished for an omo story set in a fantasy time zone. I'm not the most adapt at fantasy, but I gave it my best shot and I don't think it's half bad! I hope you enjoy it! And fear not, I will not forget about the backlog of my other stories as well! Your feedback and support is so very much appreciated! -Orion The Green Dam and the Water Golem Prologue Nestled in a valley was the Kingdom of Aragoza. A kingdom ruled by humans that was a melting pot of different races and beings. A prosperous, peaceful kingdom that is the product of centuries of brutal war and conflict. The valley before those times was one of an uneasy peace, segregated into their factions of their brethren. The human population in what is now the capital, Arasootas, was always a marginalized and struggling people in between the dwellings of the various races of Dwarves, Elves, and the Dragonborne. With little magical power or brute strength like many of the other races, humans had to tread lightly in their small numbers to avoid even a small conflict they were hopeless to win. However, a population boom and rapid innovation of the humans allowed them to thrive, and eventually establish a military presence. A tyrannical leader rose to power and popularity, and sought to take control of the valley for their own intentions, including annexation or removal of the other factions. The rapid growth and military expansion of the self-proclaimed Xander Dynasty (named after the mentioned dictator) resulted in a military force unlike the valley had ever seen, with advanced weaponry, armor, and tactics that stood up to the strength and magical power they had lacked. A quick dispatch of a small army of orcs by the military was a successful campaign; with the consequence of the complete annihilation of their race. The message was clear: Join us, or die. Seeing the atrocities before them, the other races grew worrisome and then angry, each declaring war on the Dynasty. Centuries of on-and-off conflict persisted between the humans and the civilizations of the other races. Despite the death of tyrant leaders and the eventually fall of the dynasty into a more democratic constitutional monarchy, the animosity of the factions was still palpable. War continued to rage on, atrocities committed on both sides, and as the men and resources depleted on both sides, the supernatural factions agreed on an alliance, and sent a final hail mary to end the war once and for all. It did, however, result in a resounding human victory. The newly founded Kingdom of Aragoza annexed the regions of the supernatural and continued to expand, growing its influence as it opened connections within its borders and integrated the races it ruled over. Despite the takeover, the new Kingdom displayed much more graciousness than its tyrannical past, still claiming ownership and power over the regions, but allowing them to live in freedom, and integrating into their new society. While their populations thinned and weakened, the races slowly recovered their numbers and way of life, but some argue still live under the yoke of the kingdom, hoping for true independence. But for now, peace is the order of the day, the kingdom is a place of equality, with neighborhoods and niches for everyone, sharing their cultures and language and embracing each other as if they are their own. None is a greater example of this explained in the capital, where everyone from the humans, dwarves, elves, dragonborne, and everything in between mingle and work together. However, farther along the valley exists a dense forest, difficult to navigate and serves as the only point along the valley that serves as access to the outside world by land. The kingdom had long wished to clear the forest to improve access to the outside world, however this forest and the caverns and cliffs around them were the territory belonging to goblins. The Goblin race remained in the shadows during the time of war, and remained within their territory, looting the occasional traveler or lost soldier. They had no desire to participate, and neither the humans nor the supernatural alliance wished to have them on their side, as they were considered a treacherous and slimy group. When the word to clear their forest trickled down from the Kingdom to the goblins, the Goblin Kingdom immediately grew defensive and thwarted advancements of Aragoza by attacking their surveyors. Thus began a cold war between the smaller Goblin Kingdom and the giant Aragoza Kingdom. Negotiations always went poorly with little progress being made for years between the two sides. While the Kingdom of Aragoza could snowplow the Goblins with their military, the Queen of Aragoza and the royal family wished to improve their aggressive reputation by suing for peace. For years, an unsettling anxiety throughout the Kingdoms rang as peace between them began to strain. Chapter 1 It was until one Summer’s morning, where our story begins. The goblin Queen Caelus, awoke as if it were any other morning. She yawned, her stout, shortstack frame stretching to greet the day. Her large pointed ears perked up, hearing the wisp of the wind gently sway the trees seen from the opening in her mountain castle. Her long, flowing purple-gray hair accentuating her nude body (goblins don’t wear clothing in their sleep), her soft and squishy body that had a noticeable bulge in her abdomen. Like any other morning, Queen Caelus always had an urge to relieve herself, just as anyone else would in the morning. The queen had a strong bladder, and loved to drink the various nectars and juices from the fruit of the forest, or even better, the alcohol looted from the occasional traveler. Being a goblin, her skin and body was stretchy for the sake of resilience, allowing, in combination with her large fluid consumption, to produce a hefty bulge in her abdomen nearly every day. Still, she felt quite an urge to pee from holding her contents all night, and made her way to her chamber’s washroom, her bladder, along with her thick thighs, curvaceous rump, and bountiful bosom, to jiggle and wobble as she strided. The washroom was nothing but a small room with two buckets, one for relieving in, and one filled with fresh spring water for which to bathe herself, fetched by her royal underlings. Like any other day, the queen squatted over her bucket and relaxed her tense pelvic muscles, ready for the small ocean of piss inside of her to go shooting out as the mass in her belly would slowly diminish. Only, neither of those things happened. Odd… The queen squatted harder, actively trying to push out her liquid burden. Nothing. She strained her face, and bit her lip, trying to expel her contents. Still nothing. Caelus was perplexed, and considerably worried. Was she sick? She forgoed the bucket and instead elected to squat further to pee onto the stone floor, now desperate to relieve herself. Despite all her strength, her urethra would not open despite all the force and liquid coming down to force it so. Panicking, she called out to her underlings, and urgently requested the appearance of the Kingdom’s goblin doctors, which by human standards, were not quite doctors at all, merely those experienced in the art of trial and error rather than medicine. The doctors sat down Caelus on her bed once again, and performed a matter of primitive procedures on the poor Queen, from trying to “push” the piss out by squeezing her bladder, to having her legs pulled back to her feet over her head, to attempting to stick small rods and pulling open her urethra as she pushed, all with no results, her desperate urethra even refusing to open at all, as if it were sealed tight. With nothing left to try, the doctors simply suggested that it will go away with time, which the Queen worryingly agreed, going on with her day with an uncomfortable but manageable load the entire time. The day passed, every few hours the queen attempted to relieve herself to no end product, and continually being told that the effect is temporary and just be patient. Nighttime rolled around, and she uncomfortably rolled into bed, tossing and turning with a throbbing, bloated bladder. The next morning and the day thereafter was much the same, and then the next day, then the day after that, and after that, until a whole week had passed until she simply could not take it anymore. Her belly looked pregnant, perhaps beyond that, as her skin stretched and swelled to contain such a large amount of boiling, sloshing pee. It had gotten to the point where her normal clothes had simply gotten too tight and small to fit her figure. She scolded the doctors and demanded a new solution as opposed to just simply waiting. However, her closest advisor and friend, Paiko, stepped forward. “Aragoza. They could help us.” The queen was detracted from her ranting to hear her out. “How would they help me? They are our enemies, why would they help us?” “Please, Caelus. It is worth a try. Or do you wish to continue this discomfort and hardship that faces you every day, and will only get worse?” Her advisor belittled, accentuating her point by sticking a finger into the stretchy bulge of piss. “Nnngh!” The queen recoiled. Seeing no other option, and utterly desperate for some form of relief, she conceded. “Fine. I don’t have much hope, but these numbskulls aren’t going to get me anywhere.” She shot a glare at the trio of doctors, avoiding her gaze by looking at the ground or whistling, gazing at the ceiling. And so later that day The queen and Paiko departed their beloved kingdom with a group of Goblins to carry her highness's royal carriage, which was more like a makeshift horse cart. Goblins, even goblin royalty, were not picky regarding aesthetics. The trip would take about two whole days, two days of torture to the queen as the beaten roads and paths bumped and rocked the poor cart and transitively her poor bladder. Each bump sloshed her tank’s content’s back and forth, putting pressure on every part of her poor body, with no way of relief. Even more tortuous was the bathroom breaks her escorts were taking, freely lifting their loincloths and peeing into the wind, sighing in relief as their queen looked beyond envious. Paiko took pity on her, trying to limit the restroom breaks herself in an attempt to be sympathetic, but she reached her limits very quickly, and sheepishly excused herself various times to what was some very well-needed pisses, herself moaning in pleasure after holding as much as she is able to share the queen’s misery. While the gesture was admirable, it did nothing to help her situation. Her stretchy composition luckily lent her well, but while she was not in any fear of physically or metaphorically exploding, her discomfort beyond comparison, as well as the bulge in her stomach as well. Perhaps a comparison could be made to a pregnant belly once more, but this was one that was nine months pregnant with triplets and quadruplets, if even that. And near the evening of the second day, the lights of Arasootas came into view over the edge of the hill, the brilliant, progressive, inclusive city shining like a beacon. A shiver went down the Queen’s spine, not just from the creeps and shivers her bladder was producing, but also in anticipation of the reaction of the people of the kingdom. The goblin kingdom was not very popular, to say the least. Would they even bother to help? Would they attack them on the spot and hold her hostage? The queen’s gut told her that this was a bad idea, going through the various probable scenarios as to what would happen upon approaching the city’s gates. But that feeling in her stomach was wildly superseded by the feeling in her bladder. Desperately looking for relief and help, she had to reach out to her kingdom’s rivals. She wearily looked at the massive city as her carriage approached the gates, her bladder churning its balloon of urine, her poor body nearing its incredible limit. To be continued.
  4. Here's the thing, there's an abundance of free videos of women peeing on every imaginable surface BUT the toilet. When I find videos of women peeing A LOT (long, loud, and/or thick stream), it usually takes place in a "naughty" location with the pee-er directing her stream in unnatural ways. And when I find videos of women who are visibly bursting (grimacing, sighing, etc), it usually ends with them soaking their clothes and not needing the toilet anymore. I like it better when they (barely) make it to the toilet because it's more realistic and allows me to easily imagine just about anyone in their scenario. Would love to see the most epic bathroom trips recorded on camera!
  5. Hi! After a very long time, I have decided to share my personal work with you. I hope it's not that bad, and quite understandable, as I'm not an english native speaker. This is pure fiction, none of the events has ever happened, and every character is fictional. DISCLAIMER: Never, ever try to repeat this at your own. It sounds fun, but could be very dangerous. I hope you have fun reading, as this is my first story being published. I'm really nervous posting it online. --- Caroline and the padlock--- I’m Caroline and I'm 27 years old. I'm a tall, and slim blonde girl, and I'm into holding my pee for pleasure. I often put myself in some difficult situations which make me feel proud of my strong bladder. I want to share with you the story of one particular day at my work. I woke up at 6 AM, and got ready for work. I drank coffee, ate breakfast, took a shower and got dressed. I don't have a dress code at work but I have to look professional so I put on my skinny black jeans and white blouse. At 7:30 I normally leave my flat, so just before I entered the bathroom and emptied my bladder till the last drop. I recently made a habit of not peeing at work. Of course that's not a daily habit, everyone has some worse or better days and not always I am able to cope with holding my pee through the entire work day, and sometimes it becomes uncomfortable. This particular day I had a good mood and decided to follow my habit. I often like to feel the pressure of my swollen bladder at the end of the work hours and then riding back to my home to release my pent up pee. Today I came up with an idea to add some spice to my hold. I've recently bought a padlock I wanted to try using for some time and today was the day to do that. After emptying the last drop I put my jeans back and locked a padlock on my jeans button just on the thin part of the button (you know how looks the jeans button made of metal, right?) That made it unable to unbutton my jeans without taking off the padlock, as it was blocking the button to slip through the hole in the waist part of my jeans. I tried it and confirmed my theory. There was no way for me to take off my jeans without taking off the padlock. My blouse was long enough to cover my waist and the padlock. To add even more spice, I decided to leave the key to the padlock at home. That would totally make me hold my pee for several hours whether I liked it or not. I was both excited and scared. What If I had an emergency and won't be able to take off my pants? I would not recommend doing what I did but the excitation took over and I left my key on the table then left for work. I usually take my car to my work, and today was no different. I drove to my work, parked my car, and entered my office 10 minutes before my work starts at 8 AM. I was working for rather not so big company, so I was in charge of huge amount of the paperwork, also because most of my co-workers were from the technical part of the company, doing their tasks outside. With me in the office work two other woman, Lisa aged 34 - absent today because she asked for a day off and Barbara aged 45. There is also our boss, Mark, aged 52 in his room next to ours. I started reading and responding the emails and sorting out the invoices that arrived by traditional post. I often take a sip from a water bottle which I always keep on my desk, and today was no different. The absence of Lisa made me answer more phonecalls than normally, and before I realised It was 11 AM. We don't have fixed time for lunch or breaks, If you need to use the bathroom, and no one is calling, you can freely use it, unless you have a padlock preventing you from doing it. Over 3 hours and a half since my last pee. As I said before, I’m used to holding my pee and my bladder is quite well trained so It was not a problem by now. I could feel my bladder was no longer empty and I was feeling some need to urinate, which I would normally do if I was about to travel somewhere. My need by now was at the stage of 3/10. Nothing serious, yet nothing to forget about. I got off from my chair and headed towards the little kitchen. I took some pasta from the fridge I prepared the day before and took it in my lunchbox. I sat by the small table and consumed my meal. I also made a tea for myself to drink after my lunch, but I didn't want to waste more time so I took it back to my desk to drink it while working. After about 40 minutes I started to feel some more pressure in my abdomen, as certainly the tea I consumed was already processed by my kidneys and some fresh urine entered my bladder. Now my need increased to level 4. I had no other option than to ignore it, and got back to work. After 1 PM, almost 6 hours since I emptied my bladder, I could feel the pressure intensified. By now it was firm 5/10 and I couldn't take my mind off my need. Still I wasn't afraid, as I had only 2 hours and a half left of work, so I would be home in about 3 hours. I saw my water bottle was empty bo now so I came back to the kitchen to get a fresh one, and took a sip. Just after 3PM I could feel my bladder was starting to bulge out a little bit, and my need increased to level 6/10. I knew it would be much worse when I stood up, but while I was sitting at my desk, I could easily control my growing need. Then our boss walked in our room. He approached me and said: - Caroline, could you please print some empty contract templates for our meeting at 5PM. At 5PM? Oh fork! I totally forgot about the meeting! My heart raced. I had to take off my padlock before! I didn't want to hold a bursting bladder through the meeting. I managed to calm down and show no fear, then answered: - Of course I can. I will have it with me. - Thanks, Caroline! - Um, excuse me, but could I leave a little bit earlier today so I could dress more properly? I will quickly jump to my home, and will be back before it's time to leave for the meeting. - Don't worry about clothes. You're looking good. It's not a very formal meeting, so no one will judge you, but I prefer we are not late, so if that's okay I would like you to stay here. I promise I will let you earlier tomorrow. I was terrified. I got myself into a big trouble and could do nothing about that. The last thing I would like my boss to know was I had a padlock on my jeans preventing me from emptying my bladder. - Okay, thank you - I replied - I will wait here, not to delay our ride. My boss smiled and walked out. I was afraid, I would not manage to stay dry. My body was shaking, but I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and took few deep breaths. I reviewed my situation. It was almost half past 3PM, and I haven't peed since half past 7 in the morning. That meant 8 hours without relieving myself. My current status was 6/10 and going for 7. In one our and a half we are supposed to be in a meeting, which hopefully would last no longer than 1 hour. Adding a journey back to my home, if everythings goes up to my plan, I would be able to use my bathroom in 3 hours. That doesn't sound as bad, but my need was constantly increasing. Could I last 11 hours without relieving myself? I simply had to. Sorry bladder, I hope you won't let me down. I regained my self confidence and got back to work. I searched for the best route to the meeting, and wasn't disappointed, as the meeting place was only about 2km away from our office, still we had to take a car. At half past 4PM, when my colleague Barbara was already out of the office, my boss entered my room. - Ok Caroline, It's time for us to leave, so we won't be late. Are you ready? - Of course... - I stood up and realised how full my bladder is. I could feel very intense pressure in my lower abdomen, and I knew my bladder was bulging out, although I couldn't check it by myself while standing in front of my boss. My need increased to firm 7/10. I was 100% sure I will be bursting to pee soon. I collected all the documents and followed my boss out of the office. I exited the building and started walking towards my car when my boss shouted from the other side of a car park: - Hey, let's take my car, I would pick you up here after the meeting. That's not how I planned. This solution would delay me returning to my home. Probably only by no more than 10 minutes, but 10 minutes while being desperate to pee feels like an eternity. That was not the worst part of the idea. I would be fully dependent on my boss. I could come back home only if he picks me up. Of course I could take a taxi or a bus, but to be honest, I would like to avoid being desperate to pee in a public transport or in some stranger's car. My boss was still somebody I knew for a few years and was a warm and kind man, still of course I didn't want to show my desperation to him nor pee myself in his car or company. I had no choice, and no time to argue. I entered his car. The premium choice leather seats were very comfortable. I mean... wow! I could sit there for the rest od the day and It would be very, very helpful for me to hold my pee. I almost forgot about my need. Almost I mean, because how can you forget about a full bladder trying to release it's content. We drove to the meeting place which was in a new beautiful building. We parked in an underground garage, and I slowly exited the car. The fullness was really driving me mad. My bladder reminded me I should be at home right now using my toilet. Instead I was still at work with no slightest chance to pee soon. I simply had to hold it! The meeting room was said to be at the 3rd floor, so we took an elevator. I wanted to cross my legs so bad, but I didn't want to let my boss know I had to pee. To make matters worse, my skinny jeans waist was tightly adhering to my bladder, preventing it from expanding. Oh how I wished I could unbutton my jeans, but I couldn't. We arrived to the meeting room, where already 2 men were waiting for us. I was introduced by my boss, who already knew those 2 men. We then sat on both sides of a big eliptical table, and those two men and my boss started discussing about the new agreement they were about to sign. We were given a bottle of water and a glass for each of us, which I didn't plan to drink by now. I was taking some notes, which would be useful for my further job, while the clock hit half past 5PM. 10 hours since my last pee. My need at the level of 8/10 while sitting at the table. I was afraid of standing up, because I knew I was going to be bursting to pee for sure. Still there were no signs for the meeting to end soon. I felt thirsty, and wanted to delay drinking anything, but my throat was sore, and I decided to drink a little of water to hydrate myself. 6PM rolled up, and my boss was still discussing with those 2 men. I was getting really nervous. My body was shaking, and I was keeping my legs tight together. Finally, after some minutes I could see the end of my nightmare. The agreement was going to be signed. Finally at about half past 6PM those two men stood up, and so did my boss. I didn't wanted to be rude, so I also stood up carefully. I could feel my bloated and full bladder being squized by my skinny jeans. I did everything to keep my flood gates shut. We shook hands and headed back to the underground garage. 11 hours worth of urine. My need at firm 9/10, and I still had about an hour to go back to my flat. That couldn't be happening. It was a pure nightmare. We entered the car, and I wanted to hold myself so bad. I put all my strength and willpower not to pee myself in my boss's car. I could feel every pothole and every stop in my bursting bladder. We finally arrived at the car park by our office building. I quickly thanked my boss, and headed towards my car. My legs were shaking. I nervously looked for my car key in my bag, unlocked the doors, and entered my car. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Now being alone I lifted my blouse to see how bad is my situation. I saw a huge bulge in my abdomen, up to my navel. My swollen bladder trying to expand, and being blocked by my skinny jeans. I ignited the engine. To make matters worse, my car had a manual gearbox. I had to press the clutch and put on the first gear. I slowly rolled out of the car park and carefully drove back towards home. I don't recommend driving with a bursting bladder, but I simply had to. I arrived to my home. Parked on a car park beside my block of flats. I exited my car and locked it. I was in a panic mode. 12 hours of holding my pee wanted to be released NOW! My need grew up to 10/10. Still I had to walk to the second floor without an elevator. That was some kind of cruel nightmare. I took slow steps towards my floor. Searched for my keys and finally entered my flat. I was finally in my home! I almost ran to my kitchen and grabbed the keys to the padlock. My hands were shaking, and I dropped the keys to the floor. Noo! I almost cried, as I had to bend down. I gasped, as I squized my bladder reaching to the keys. I finally inserted the key to the padlock and unlocked it. I threw it on the table, and ran to the bathroom. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off while still walking. I touched my bladder. It was rock hard, and bulging out like a watermelon. I was so proud of myself when I sat down on the toilet and released a torrent of pee. I gasped while emptying my tired bladder and promised myself to never, ever put the padlock again on my jeans.
  6. Desperate Carmen Spurts in Slumber: It was raining heavily in the early hours of the morning. Water and splash noises filled the ambience. Carmen tossed and turned in her bed. Her pillow wet and sticky with her sweat. She threw away the blanket and let the cool breeze from the window soothe her. But her peaceful slumber was already replaced by familiar pangs in her bladder. She turned around to find a comfortable position to sleep but her need to pee intensified as the night progressed, slowly eroding the blissful depths of her sleep. Around 4 in the morning, a jolt ripped through her body, waking her up. Her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and stinging pressure in her crotch. Her hands immediately flew down to her crotch. Her tight undies were definitely wet. Not outright accident but a golf ball sized patch. Her bladder tried to expel her pee with all its might. Had she failed to wake up, she would have a soggy bed. “Every fucking morning”, Carmen muttered to herself, annoyed with the leakage. She begrudgingly glanced at the clock, realizing she had only a few precious hours left before her alarm rang. With a stubborn determination, she squeezed her eyes shut, resolute on lulling herself back into slumber. However, the persistent throbbing in her lower abdomen refused to relent, tormenting her with its insistent presence. The battle between her need for sleep and her desperate urge to pee kept growing. She lowered the waistband of her much tight undies and shover her hand inside to grab her womanhood. It didn’t reduce her discomfort but helped her to get through the night. Finally, morning arrived, bringing a glimmer of hope. She shot up from her bed, her eyes bloodshot, and her hair in disarray. She slowly laid her legs down on her velvet rug, toes curled throughout. Out of her long-formed habit, she first chugged the glass of water kept next to her. Each drop filling up her bladder like the lake beneath a waterfall. “Breathe in . . . Breathe out!”, she tried to steady herself before getting up from the bed. Alas! All her prep was in vain. Gravity pulled the weight of her bladder like a magnet pulls iron. She collapsed on her bed with a thud. “This is the worst I’ve needed to pee!”, Carmen barely realized she was rocking back and forth, allowing her muscles to get accustomed to the additional water. Carmen grabbed her mobile and put on the favourite 7AM radio to distract herself: “Welcome to your Zodiac Jockey! Next up is Libra – Hmmm . .” The bubbly RJ chattered in. “Your cards say that it is going to be a tough day for you. You will be yearning to do ‘something very important’ throughout the day but one way or the other you will not be able to do it.” Carmen giggled to herself, “Where do they get these cards from?”. Her bladder reminded her about its presence and once again, she stood up. On the way to the bathroom, her eyes fell on the mirror. She pursed her lips and checked her face while her legs, twisted and wobbled into a funny pee dance, as if they had a mind of their own. She had barely finished tying her hair, when her gates opened spurting a hot jet of piss, through her undies onto her legs. Had her bladder had a mouth it would yell at her, “Let me piss for god sake!” It simply wouldn’t have any more of her nonsense. Realizing the gravity of the situation, she darted to the bathroom downstairs, leaving a trail of pee drops behind her. The bathroom door slammed against the wall, as Carmen pushed it with brute force. The porcelain bowl was in front of her eyes, shining in all its glory. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” She frantically approached the bowl, her body arched forward as if carrying the load of her bladder on her back. Her hand remained shoved in her undies as she landed her sweaty bum on the water closet. Whoosh! Erupted a loud thick force of piss through the fabric. Her body filled with goosebumps as the overnight pee finally escaped the confines of her overworked bladder. The fabric of her tight undies absorbed quite a lot of pee, passing on a strangely pleasurable sensation through her clit. As the level rose, the mix of water and pee, from the closet splashed against her butt making her shudder. Her moans of relief could be heard from miles away. Carmen was seeing starts in broad daylight. Barely 20 seconds passed since her floodgates opened, when suddenly, a shrill ring pierced the air. The doorbell! Her heart was in her mouth. She clasped her ears, trying to block the sound. She pulled in her stomach trying to pee faster, but she was already going on with full force. A few seconds later the bell started ringing non-stop. She took a deep breath and clenched her muscles tight, shutting off the flow. A strong back wave of desperation shook her body. As she stood up from the seat, her bladder furiously tried to expel the remaining liquid. As she hastily put on her robe, a few more spurts came out gushing. Summoning every ounce of self-control, Carmen mustered a strained smile and hastily wrapped herself in a robe, concealing her discomfort. She rushed to the front door, gritting her teeth, and praying for a swift interaction. Standing before Carmen was a courier, holding an envelope containing the long-awaited important document. Her bladder screamed in protest as she battled the urge to cross her legs. She attempted to maintain a composed facade, but her desperate need to pee tainted every strained word. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, her body swaying ever so slightly as she battled the growing pressure within her. She prayed for the courier’s swift departure, knowing that relief was just a few agonizing steps away. Finally, the moment arrived. The courier bid her farewell, and Carmen slammed the door shut, no longer caring about pleasantries. But the ordeal was far from over. Her mobile buzzed loudly. Her eyes widened with horror reading the name “Bella, the bitch”. “Fuck!” Carmen cussed and as she slid her finger slid over the green button. The next half an hour was spent pacing in the room, hopping, and twisting. Sometime sitting on the couch and sometimes leaning against the kitchen counter. She fought valiantly with the waves of pee crashing against her bladder. Seeing no respite, her bladder finally accepted that it was not getting any more relief. The pressure subsided and Carmen could focus on the call. She unclenched her muscles and wiped off the sweat from her forehead. Around an hour later, the call was about to get wrapped up just when Bella sternly said, “DO NOT FORGET to bring that sales forecast document, otherwise you lose the contract!” “Relax Bella! I’m just 40 not an amnesiac.” Carmen tried to make the situation lighter. “Then behave like one!” Bella hung up the call. Daunting Dress Up Carmen’s bladder had calmed down, after having released half of her load and then getting some music from Bella. She had forgotten about the reminder of the pee still sloshing in her bladder. After a quick breakfast with a tall mug of coffee, she stood in front of her walk-in closet admiring her huge collection of luxury dresses and heels. Today she was determined to make a fashion statement at the office. “It’s time to teach those 25-year-old office bimbos a lesson in fashion!” Carmen mischievously grinned and chose a tight pant suit for the day. It was one of those sexier ones that hugged all her curves, a bit too tightly at times. She cast a glance at the mirror once again. Her belly was slightly bulging out over her undies. By no means was Carmen an unfit lady but today she was determined to unleash her inner diva. “Let’s go into the Kardashian mode today.” She immediately decided to pair her outfit with an extremely tight-fitting ribbed shapewear that promised to sculpt her figure into perfection. As she put her leg into the one-piece shapewear, a pesky sensation tugged at her bladder. Her bladder woke up again as-if taunting her. Carmen glanced at the bathroom door, considering a quick detour, but her fashion-forward ambitions took precedence. "Mind over Matter – Mind over Matter!" she convinced herself, determined not to let nature's call ruin her fashion game. With determination in her eyes, Carmen struggled to further shimmy into the shapewear. It clung to her body like a second skin, defying her efforts to wriggle it on. She hopped, twisted, and tugged, trying to find the perfect angle to squeeze herself into the fashionably constricting garment. As the shapewear finally found its place, Carmen caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The reflection revealed a silhouette that seemed airbrushed and flawless. Her boobs were pushed up, more than she bargained for, and a washboard flat belly. “Magazine perfect!” She couldn't help but strike a pose, admiring her hourglass figure and imagining the envious stares she would receive. But just as she basked in her newfound confidence, her bladder reminded her of its presence - again. The need to pee was pretty intense, transforming her triumphant moment into a comedic struggle. Carmen's eyes darted between the bathroom door and her stunning reflection, torn between comfort and vanity. "I can hold it in," she whispered to herself, squirming uncomfortably as she put on her pantsuit. She reassured herself that she was a grown-up who could endure a little discomfort for the sake of fashion. After all, fashion knew no bounds, not even the urge to relieve oneself. With renewed determination, Carmen straightened her posture, embracing her discomfort as a badge of honour. She sauntered out of the bedroom, high heels clicking on the floor, as she courageously chose fashion over the call of nature. Despite her struggles and the slowly increasing urgency within her, she remained steadfast in her pursuit of style, and embarked on her day, exuding confidence. Little did she know that her decision to ignore the pangs of her bladder was going to cost her dearly. Troublesome Traffic: It was already 9.30am! Carmen rushed to leave home, hoping to reach the office in time, she encountered an unexpected nightmare—morning traffic. The cars seemed to conspire against her, forming an impenetrable wall of metal and exhaust fumes. She sat in her tightly fitted business formals and uncomfortable heels, gripping the steering wheel with despair. She honked horn, swore at the passersby, but nothing seemed to ease up the situation. The pressure inside her bladder was growing slowly, matching the frustration building up in her mind. "Of all the days for traffic to be this awful," she muttered under her breath,“Why does this seatbelt have to dig into my bladder!” As the minutes ticked by, Carmen's thoughts became increasingly absurd and frantic. She tried to recall what all she drank since she woke up as she glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard, “A glass of water and that coffee. Seems doable” She again convinced herself that her bladder was playing tricks on her mind. “I will go once I reach the office as always – you got this Carmen!” Though she couldn’t stop eyeing the surrounding cars, fantasizing about a mythical bathroom-on-wheels or a teleportation device that would whisk her away to the nearest restroom. In her mind, the traffic morphed into a game of wits and survival, with Carmen as the ultimate victor. She fantasized about manoeuvring her car with unparalleled skill, zigzagging through impossibly narrow gaps and leaving the gridlocked drivers gaping in awe. However, the reality was quite different as she inched forward at a snail's pace, her discomfort growing by the second. It was 10.15 already and she had not even shifted to the 2nd gear since. The honking of frustrated drivers around her only served to heighten her anxiety. She somehow felt, the others on the road were mocking her predicament with each blaring horn, startling her every now and then. She clenched her teeth, silently cursing her morning coffee and its diuretic properties. She even started contemplating various escape routes. She craned her neck out of the window, trying to find out what happened or may be find a secluded bush to sprint to. There was none. Disappointed with the learning, she took out her phone and hurriedly scrolled through the maze of icons. “The nearest convenience store is 2.8 miles away and will take around 40 minutes to reach” a voice came from her mobile. “Screw you map lady!” Carmen yelled at her phone stashing it in her handbag. Finally, the traffic finally started to ease up, Carmen could hardly believe her luck. She drove like a woman possessed, expertly manoeuvring through the remaining congested areas. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, she triumphantly arrived at the office, her bladder considerably full now. She parked her car, silently thanking it for enduring her squirms and desperate crossing of legs throughout the torturous journey. Her mind was now locked-in to the target of reaching the precious ladies wash-room for the sweet, sweet relief. Office over Output: The sound of Carmen’s pointed heels could be heard throughout the floor. As soon as she stepped in, heads started popping up from the cubicles, especially the young men. Hushed comments and lewd remarks started coming in. “Hey! It’s Carmen?”, said one guy. “Yeah bro! I never actually noticed her properly before!” Said the other. “I have got a tent in my pant. What happened to her over night?” One more guy whispered. “Jeez she is generally so demure and today suddenly she is giving these girls run for their money!” Another one added. Carmen pretended not to hear those lewd but flattering comments, but it gave a substantial boost to her confidence. Her pace increased as her eyes fell on the sign of the ladies room. “Carmen, I need you in the sales forecast meeting – NOW!”. Her boss appeared from thin air, or so she thought. “Boss, can you just give me 2 mins? I will quickly nip to the ladies and come.” “Is it urgent?” Her boss asked, arching her brows. Carmen was embarrassed at the comment and chose to follow her boss to the meeting room, which seemed like Antarctica. “Why is this chair so low?” She mumbled under her breath. “It’s broken”, one of her colleagues whispered to her and signalled her to pay attention to the presentation. Her knees were positioned higher than she liked, making her unable to cross her legs. The combination of this uncomfortable position, the full blast of the AC and the shapewear squeezing her bladder was a lethal combo for her. After every few minutes, she tried to tug and pull her shapewear way from her skin. But the silky shirt of hers made it impossible. She looked down at her tightly fitted business formals and realized just how uncomfortable she was. Not only were her clothes constricting, but also her seemed to pinch her with every movement. As the meeting began, Carmen tried her best to focus on the discussion, but her concentration was wavering. She had to shake her head to bring her focus to the slides from her filling bladder. She squirmed in her chair, shifting from one side to another, hoping to alleviate the pressure building up inside her. The seats felt more like torture devices, conspiring against her in her most vulnerable moment. She discreetly glanced around, hoping no one would notice her discomfort, but it felt as though everyone in the room could hear her bladder's cries for relief. “Carmen, if the chair is uncomfortable you are welcome to stand. Your chair is squeaking too much!” Her boss glared at her. She sheepishly smiled and stopped moving. It was close to noon now; the pressure was significant. She hadn’t moved an inch ever since her boss called out and her muscles were burning. In her mind, Carmen started having hilarious and desperate thoughts. She wondered if she could discreetly escape to the bathroom without anyone noticing. Imagining herself tiptoeing out of the room, she envisioned the sound of her heels echoing in the silence, drawing everyone's attention. The more she tried to concentrate on the meeting, the more her mind fixated on her dire need to pee. She started to question the universe, silently pleading for some mercy. But it was not her day. Just when she thought the day couldn’t get worse, her boss's voice boomed across the boardroom. “Carmen, why don’t you take walk us through the sales analysis of your region?” "Why then? Why me? Did I inadvertently offend a restroom deity?" she thought to herself. Misery visible in her eyes. Of all the times for her boss to call her, it had to be now. Her bladder throbbed with urgency, and the mere thought of standing up sent waves of discomfort through her body. But she couldn't refuse her boss's request, so she reluctantly stood up, trying her best to maintain a composed expression despite the pressure mounting inside her. As she made her way to the podium, every step felt like a tiny earthquake rattling her insides. She clenched her thighs together, desperately trying to hold back the torrent that threatened to burst forth. Each passing moment only made her predicament more dire, and she couldn't help but envision a comical scene of herself exploding like a balloon. On one hand, Carmen needed to focus on the presentation and impress her boss. On the other hand, her bladder was demanding attention, threatening to hijack her concentration. The presentation began, and Carmen's boss handed her the clicker to advance the slides. Each click of the button felt like a countdown to disaster. She clenched her teeth, her face contorting in a mixture of concentration and agony. She tried to focus on the words coming out of her mouth, but all she could think about was the ticking time bomb within her. During her presentation a few of the people left and returned, possibly after taking a bathroom break. “Damn! I envy these people!” Her mind drifted, and she imagined how good it would feel to take a nice relieving pee. Would she make a mad dash for the nearest exit, leaving her colleagues bewildered and traumatized? Or would she give in to the inevitable and create a spectacle that would be talked about in the office for years to come? Carmen snapped back to reality as her boss asked her a question. Panic surged through her veins, both from the pressure in her bladder and the fear of embarrassing herself in front of everyone. She turned her back to the audience pretending to look intently at the graph. Her face was contorted with the strain. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and turned to the audience. She stumbled over her words, but she didn’t give up. Slowly and steadily, she managed to formulate a coherent response while battling her body's urgent demands. Hearing it, her boss suddenly exclaimed, “That’s why she is the Country Sales head guys! Brilliant!” Everyone in the room clapped for her. Sound of each clap felt like slaps on her bladder. While externally Carmen was smiling and nodding, she silently cursed her boss for not offering her to sit yet. She rocked gently, seeking respite by transferring her weight from one foot to another, desperately hoping that a change in position would somehow alleviate the pressure. As the meeting continued, she clasped her legs together tightly, hoping to hold off the inevitable. In a futile attempt to distract herself, she even started mentally counting the ceiling tiles, trying to shift her focus away from her pressing urge. Her colleagues, oblivious to Carmen's internal struggle, carried on with the meeting, discussing important matters with utmost seriousness. “Damn! It’s 1pm already. I would have peed thrice by now.” Carmen’s thoughts became a jumble of desperation and amusement. Around 1.30pm, the meeting finally came to an end, Carmen's victory seemed within reach. But just as she prepared to make her escape, her boss extended the meeting by discussing an additional topic. Her heart sank again, feeling like it might burst alongside her bladder. In her mind, “I am bursting for the past two and a half hours bitch! Let me goo!” She was screamed in her mind and comically debated whether she should interrupt the meeting. She contemplated the potential though that the sales head cannot even contain her tiny bladder. Maintenance: Half hour later, the meeting finally concluded, Carmen bolted from the conference room, leaving her bewildered colleagues in her wake. She dashed towards the restroom, relieved to have survived the ordeal. Her desperation was reaching dangerously high levels as she raced towards the restroom, only to be greeted by a sign that read, "Bathroom closed for maintenance. Sorry for the inconvenience!" She stared at the sign in disbelief, feeling her heart sink along with her bursting bladder. Thoughts of urgency raced through her mind, and she contemplated desperate measures like finding a potted plant or hiding in a supply closet. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the tightness of her business formals squeezing her bladder even more. Her heels, seemingly mocking her, made each step agonizingly painful. She waddled around, trying to find someone who might know of an alternative restroom, but everyone she asked seemed oblivious to her predicament. The tension mounted as Carmen's need to pee turned into a dull ache. She clutched her lower abdomen, feeling like she was about to explode. Sweat beads formed on her forehead as she desperately searched for any solution, but none presented itself. In a last-ditch effort, Carmen spotted a janitor's cart nearby. Hope sparked in her eyes as she quickly approached it, but her hopes were dashed when she saw that it only contained cleaning supplies and not a spare bathroom key. Carmen frantically looked around the corridor, becoming more and more fidgety. Her attempts to conceal her discomfort becoming increasingly comical. She subtly squirmed, crossed her legs, and even tried to distract herself with work, but her mind remained fixated on the overwhelming need to relieve herself. In her desperation, Carmen contemplated absurd options, like using the employee kitchen sink or climbing out of a window for some much-needed relief. However, she knew deep down that these ideas were utterly impractical and would likely lead to even more embarrassing consequences. Finally, with a mix of frustration and resignation, Carmen accepted that there was nothing she could do in this situation. She took a deep breath, attempting to summon every ounce of willpower. The only good thing about the situation being her hot lunch served on her desk, which he devoured along with some sparkling water. “Don’t want to die out of her thirst”, she thought to herself and chugged at least half the bottle. Client office Chronicles: Reminder: Meeting with Bella at 3.30pm. A gasp escaped Carmen's lips as she stared at her mobile screen, her face contorting into an expression of shock. “Looks like I am an amnesiac after all!” She said to herself and dashed towards her car. Fortunately, there was no traffic on the road and arrived at Bella’s office, right at 3.15pm, feeling a heightened sense of urgency in her bladder. The discomfort amplified as she realized that wearing her tightest business formals and a pair of high heels was a mistake. Each step was like a mini-torture. As she walked into the office, Carmen could feel everyone’s eyes on her, wondering why she was walking a bit awkwardly. She tried her best to maintain her composure, but her face started turning shades of crimson as she clutched onto the reception desk for support, hoping no one would notice her desperate need to find a restroom. Just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, she suddenly remembered that she had left the courier document back at her home. Her heart beating faster, and body filled with goosebumps. It was a critical choice for her, “Bathroom or file? What if Bella sees me without the file? What if I can’t hold it longer?” She was torn into two. Ultimately her responsibilities took over her call of nature. She sighed internally, mentally cursing her forgetfulness and the cruel twists of fate. As she lowered herself get into the car, her lady muscles quivered. “Not now!” She inhaled sharply and calculated the time it would take to drive back home, grab the file, and rush back to the client's office for her meeting. With a sigh of resignation, Carmen accepted the fact that there would be no time for bathroom breaks. The liquid she had consumed earlier in the day seemed to catch up with her at the most inconvenient moment. Her bladder felt heavy as if someone had kept a fishbowl inside her belly. Each movement of the pedals only added to her discomfort. "Okay, Carmen, just hold it together," she muttered to herself, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "You can make it home and back without any accidents. Just focus!" But as she approached her neighbourhood, the pressure in her bladder intensified. Somehow her bladder had spatial awareness and tuned up the desperation further. Her mind was now consumed by thoughts of toilets and relief. Her attempts to clench her muscles and hold back the flood were tiring her out. She squirmed in her seat, shifting her weight from side to side, desperately seeking any semblance of comfort. "Please, traffic lights, turn green!" Carmen pleaded, her voice tinged with a sheer desperation and frustration. She knew that any delay would only make her predicament worse, and time seemed to taunt her as the seconds ticked by. Finally, she arrived at her house. With the engine still running, Carmen dashed towards the front door, fumbling with her keys in a frenzy. She tried to unlock the door with trembling hands, but her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. "Just a few more seconds," she muttered, her voice strained with urgency. "I can do this!" But just as Carmen managed to unlock the door, a cruel twist of fate struck. Her neighbour’s cat, notorious for its mischievous behaviour, darted out from nowhere, brushing against her legs. Startled, Carmen let out a yelp. "No, not now!" she cried. In a haste, she lifted the cat and rushed to the neighbour to return her. She lost a good couple of minutes, adding to her delay. Any hopes of a quick bathroom break was down the drain now. She could feel her bladder protesting with every passing second. With a mix of frustration and disbelief, Carmen grabbed the file in a split-second and rushed back to her car. Despite knowing that the meeting would be pretty long, and Bella kept her on toes, she had no choice but to drive straight to the client's office, bladder be damned. The thought of relieving herself at the client's restroom seemed simultaneously embarrassing. As she drove, Carmen's discomfort reached unimaginable levels. She squirmed in her seat, desperately trying to find a position that would provide even a momentary respite. Every traffic light seemed to conspire against her, forcing her to stop and wait, her bladder screaming in protest. "I can't believe this is happening!" Carmen exclaimed, half in exasperation. “Looks like the RJ was right!” Carmen imagined herself as a character in a slapstick comedy, desperately trying to reach the bathroom but encountering one comical obstacle after another. She chuckled at the ridiculousness of her situation, despite the discomfort that threatened to overwhelm her. Finally, Carmen arrived at the client's office, parking her car with a sense of both relief and trepidation. She stumbled out of the car, her steps unsteady and urgent, as if she were in a race against time. She rushed into the building longingly looking at the door of the ladies room. She bit her lips imagining the sweet relief so close and yet so far. Bella stood right in front of the ladies room, with her arms folded and feet tapping. Carmen profusely apologized but in vain. “If I tell Bella, I need to pee, she is surely going to fire me!” Once inside the meeting room, Bella’s hospitality was in full swing despite her anger. Carmen had a mixed feeling towards it. Every few minutes, they offered her a steaming cup of tea, insisting that it was their specialty and a crucial part of their business culture. Carmen forced herself to accept the tea, not wanting to offend Bella further, but with each sip, her desperation to use the bathroom grew stronger. She tried to listen attentively and contribute to the discussion, but her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of rushing to the bathroom. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to find a position that would ease the pressure building up inside her. Meanwhile, Bella continued to engage her in conversation, blissfully unaware of Carmen’s internal struggle. They were impressed by her ability to multitask and manage her discomfort, unaware that it wasn’t her remarkable skills but rather her dire need to find a restroom. She suppressed her discomfort, her face growing redder by the minute. She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, hoping for a miracle or a sudden interruption that would grant her a much-needed break. But luck seemed to be enjoying the cruel dance of irony that day. The meeting finally concluded at 6pm, and Carmen bid Bella farewell with a strained smile, hoping her awkward shuffle towards the door didn’t raise any suspicions. She rushed out, leaving behind her longing for relief and a trail of suppressed sighs. Through it all, Carmen’s determination to please the client and maintain professionalism prevailed. She had managed to secure the file, but at the cost of enduring an extended period of holding in her urge to pee, even though her bladder felt like a ticking time bomb. The ordeal was far from over but she bravely soldiered on, navigating the treacherous waters of business formals, high heels, forgotten files, and a cup of tea too many, in her quest for sweet bathroom relief. Return to office: Carmen sped to the office like no tomorrow. As she entered her workspace, her colleagues surprised her with a jubilant farewell celebration for a coworker. The office was buzzing with excitement, filled with laughter and cheerful conversations. Carmen forced a smile, joining in the festivities, all the while battling her internal crisis. She discreetly shuffled from one conversation to another, crossing her legs in a feeble attempt to contain the mounting pressure. Her mind was torn between socializing and the overwhelming need to find relief. She hoped for a lull in the festivities, a brief moment to escape to the bathroom, but the timing was never right. Her friends at the office noticed Carmen’s subtle discomfort but attributed it to her busy schedule and perhaps an intense work deadline. They couldn’t fathom the true nature of her predicament. Carmen, on the other hand, silently cursed the universe for putting her through this torturous ordeal. As time passed, the celebration continued with cake, drinks, and endless toasts. Carmen forced herself to participate, albeit with a forced gaiety that masked her internal agony. She maintained a constant mental countdown, calculating the minutes until she could finally seek the sanctuary of a restroom. Colleagues approached her with stories and inside jokes, unaware of the battle raging within her bladder. Carmen mustered all her strength to engage in conversations, her face contorting with effort to conceal her urgency. To make matters worse, a colleague insisted that the group played musical chairs. The crowd went into an uproar. Before she knew she was pushed into the circle by her colleagues. A chill went down her spine. Six inch high heels, an outfit. with vice like grip, and a threatening-to-explode bladder. The music began and people started hobbling around the chairs, pushing and pulling each other. In this commotion she took quite a few blows on her bladder. Each blow made her muscle tremble. Her piss was just a hair thread way away from gushing out. Her face was redder than a tomato and mind in overdrive. “Should I fake a sudden stomach ache? Or pretend to receive an urgent phone call?” Her heart was in her mouth but at the same time, she knew that any excuse would only draw attention - the last thing she wanted was to be the center of everyone’s concern. Just then an idea struck her mind. Carmen tottered towards a chair as soon as the music stopped and let it go just at the last moment. The crowd was having a blast, and no one cared that she was out of the game. She saw a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos and sneaked out of the hall determined to find the nearest bathroom without delay. But just as she was about to make her escape, a colleague stopped her, insisting on a group photo to commemorate the occasion. Carmen’s heart sank, and she felt the last shred of hope slip through her fingers. With a strained smile, she obliged, knowing that her freedom was being delayed yet again. With the photo session finally over, Carmen made a beeline for the ladies room, but it was still under maintenance. Not wasting another second, she hobbled towards the elevator, heels clicking against the floor, fighting against her body’s protestations. Each step was a test of her willpower, as she fought to maintain her dignity amidst the overwhelming urge to sprint. In the elevator, surrounded by the silent anticipation of reaching the ground floor, her discomfort reached its zenith. She closed her eyes, trying to distract herself from the turmoil within. The elevator seemed to move at a glacial pace, mocking her desperation. As the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, Carmen took a deep breath and stepped out, believing that her salvation was within reach. In her mind, she wanted to run faster than Usain Bolt. But fate had one final twist in store for her. The parking bathroom was just a few steps away. She could hear the angels sing. Just 10 feet away from the door, a colleague intercepted her, excitedly sharing an anecdote that simply couldn’t wait. Carmen’s expression wavered between politeness and the anguish of her predicament. She strained to pay attention to the story, her mind screaming for release. Each passing moment felt like a cruel joke, as she nodded along while her bladder threatened to revolt against her. Her legs couldn’t keep still. “Please-please-please! Don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee!” She was pleading to her bladder. Finally, the story ended, and she seized the opportunity without a moment’s hesitation. But alas! The janitor had already locked the toilet while her colleague intruded her so-close-relief. She squatted on the ground, pulling her hair in despair. Her bladder throbbed with the anticipation of relief. It somehow couldn’t apprehend that a well-deserved break could be snatched so easily. It sent another strong wave towards her pee hold as if it was saying, “FIND ME ANOTHER ONE – NOW YOU PEASANT!”. Dinner with friends: Carmen allowed herself to stay still for a couple of minutes before approaching the car. The clock on her dashboard showed - 7PM. “Holy fuck! I can’t believe it’s been 12 hours without a break. I am seriously going to burst!” Her eyes were welled with tears. For the hundredth time of the day, she cursed herself for her choice of clothes. Each step she had taken throughout the day kept hitting her bladder like a boxer hits his rival. Just as she took the car out of the parking, her phone had buzzed. It was a call from one of her old friends, inviting her for an impromptu dinner. “Karla, that restaurant is 10 miles from my office. My home’s about 5 only. Can I just come after some time? I need to attend to something” Carmen tried her best to avoid the invitation. “Nope! Its final you are coming!” Her friend said and hung up the call. Her blood was boiling. She started slamming the steering wheel, causing the loud noise from her horn to reverberate throughout the empty parking lot. “WHY CAN’T I JUST REACH A FUCKING TOILET!” Carmen breathed through her mouth, eyes darting from one side of the parking to the other. Once she was sure there was no one around he hands immediately reached down the button of her tight pants. Without giving any second thought, she frantically unbuttoned her it. Within a split second, the zipper got pushed down automatically. She sighed in momentary relief as her bladder got some room to expand. With some newfound strength, she forced herself to drive through the peak city traffic. Her toes curled, each time she had to operate the pedals. Her calves felt as if someone was slitting them with knives. Torture was an understatement. After an hour of slogging, she finally reached the venue. It was upmarket, bustling restaurant which had a strict dress-code. For Carmen it meant buttoning up her tight pants again. “GOSH! I look pregnant!” She cried, struggling to pull the zipper up. A sharp pain ripped through her belly as she forcefully buttoned up her pants by sucking her belly inside. And yet, the evening had just begun. With one sharp breath, she stepped out of the car. Her back ached with the pressure pounding the insides of her bladder. The passersby looked at her with concern as she strutted towards the door with baby steps, with t was nothing. The second she stepped in the air conditioning hit her like a freight train, sending shivers down her spine and making her bladder ache even more. She fought back the urge to cross her legs and maintained an awkward smile as she approached the table, greeting and hugging them one by one. The strain on her bladder was inexplicable. Her body shuddered and it was her signal to make the move. “I reallllly need to tinkle, girls! I will be right back.” Carmen quickly excused herself and headed towards the bathroom. “She must be bursting, I mean, just look at the way her butt is clenched.” One of her friends commented. On the other hand, when Carmen reached the bathroom, a staff member approached her with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, ma'am," the member said, "someone had an unfortunate accident in there, and it's closed for cleaning at the moment." “Is there any other bathroom that I can use, please?” Carmen tried to steady her voice. Her lips trembled with every word pouring out of her mouth. “I’m sorry Ma’am! This is the only one.” Came the response. It took superhuman determination to keep her hands from jamming into her crotch. She mustered all her strength to just accept the devastating news and returned to the table. Her friends saw the anxiety in her eyes when she returned to the table. "My goodness, Carmen," one of her friends said, concerned. "You look like you're about to burst!" Carmen wasn’t able to hold back any longer. "I pee like 10 times a day and I haven’t gone in 13 hours today!" She confessed, the words tumbling out with a mix of desperation and embarrassment. Her friends sympathized with her, their own bladders also feeling the strain. “Looks like there is no other option than enduring it!” Carmen said, her words ending in strain. “Girls always have to hold it, I guess!” The girls giggled and began with their 7-course meal. Usually upmarket restaurants liked to show off their delicacies and same was the case here. Every time a new dish was brought to the table, the waiter started to explain its ingredients, speciality, and history. Carmen was furiously tapping her feet. Her patience was running low and by the 4th dish, she lost her cool, “Can you please make this faster? Or may be not interrupt our dinner?” “Madam, our sincere apologies, but it is our duty to enchant our guests with the gastronomic delights, they are feasting on!” “You know what – NO TIP FOR YOU!” Carmen glared at him. The next few rounds were much quieter and faster. The girls thanked her as they slowly savoured the food. Bite after bite, sip after sip, Carmen’s body swayed and shifted. There was a point when sat on her heels, rocking. “Desperate times call for desperate measures!” She sheepishly chimed as the rest of the girls nodded. The conversation around become a blur as her thoughts were solely consumed by the relentless pressure in her lower abdomen. Finally, around 10pm, the dinner came to an end. Carmen bid her friends farewell one by one. The vein in her head threatened to pop as she hugged the last girl. With wobbly legs, she had headed towards her car, her need to pee reaching unprecedented levels. Holding her breath, she hopped into the car preparing to endure the journey back home with a bladder on the brink of explosion. Car breakdown: But there was more to come. Carmen's day seemed like a never-ending roller coaster of unfortunate events. As if she hadn’t suffered enough, her car suddenly stalled and came to a grinding halt. Clouds of smoke started coming from her hood. She shrieked in frustration, swearing some of the unholiest words. To top it off, it started to drizzle. She glanced at her watch. It read 10.30pm. “God please help me out!” Carmen burst into tears, jamming her hands into her crotch. Murphy’s Law went all guns blazing on her. Whatever could go wrong was going wrong with her. She reached for her phone and dialled the roadside assistance number, hoping for a quick resolution. “What do you mean it would take an hour? I can’t wait that long on this secluded road!” Carmen nearly deafened the person on the other side. Haplessly, she got back into the car, praying to her stars to help her out. Minutes felt like hours, as Carmen tried to maintain a composed exterior while internally battling the mounting tension. She started counting the raindrops on her windshield to distract herself, but it only reminded her of her the ball of pee looming to burst. She called the road assistance number again and to her utter dismay, the ETA kept getting pushed back due to one reason or the other. Carmen's desperation was reaching its peak, and she started contemplating the unthinkable: peeing behind a nearby bush. She had even spotted a squirrel looking at her curiously, as if sensing her predicament. But Carmen dismissed the idea as she looked down at her clothes, “Why Carmen why? Why did you put this shapewear today? It doesn’t have a fucking pee hole! I can’t take it off on a roadside! You’re just so dumb!”. She frantically looked around for any sign of a public restroom but found none. The splattering noise of the rain was driving her nuts. She folded her leg on the seat and sat on her heels, gently rubbing herself to keep the pressure at bay. Lines of stress were etched across her face. If there were any Olympic event called "Urgent Bladder Battle.", she would have secured a gold medal, she thought to herself. When the tow truck arrived, it was around midnight. Carmen had breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she had been one step closer to salvation. But the tow truck driver was sluggish and insisted on engaging in a lively conversation about his favourite reality TV show, unaware of Carmen's dire situation. She desperately tried to maintain focus on the driver's words while simultaneously scanning her surroundings for any sign of a restroom. Carmen’s years of practice as a sales lead came handy when it came to mental juggling act, of balancing a conversation with her bodily needs, and her dwindling patience. Finally, the tow truck driver completed his monologue and proceeded to fix the car. As he opened the hood, Carmen hopped inside the car and shoved her hand in her crotch. Her legs were fanning vigorously, and face scrunched up with the efforts. All she could hear were the noises of metallic clanking and drills whirring. She bit her lips in anticipation. She imagined a glorious situation when the tow truck driver would come and tell her, “You’re all set Madam!” Instead, the man came and dropped a bomb on all her hopes. “Looks like the engine is seized. Will take a day or two to fix it. I will drop you to the nearest bus-stop.” Bus travel: Despite a million insistence the tow truck driver refused to drop her at home, directly. “Against the company rules” or so he said. Thus Carmen, at her absolute limits, pushed through the throngs of people to catch the last bus home. Half drenched in sweat and half in rainwater, squeezed between commuters, she could barely move, let alone find a comfortable position to ease her discomfort. The bus jerked and swayed with every turn, made the boulder of her bladder slosh. With every passing stop more people filled up the space squeezing Carmen tightly against the pole at the center. Her restricted movements intensified her desperation, and she tried to channel all her energy to her muscles down there, almost yelping in pain. She stood there, surrounded by people engrossed in their own world, silently praying that the bus ride would end quickly. Carmen's mind raced with thoughts of potential solutions, “Should I ask that guy to give up his seat?”, “Should I get down at the next stop?” Or “Maybe I could pretend to faint and hope that these bastards give me their seat!” Every time the bus halted, she contemplated jumping off and finding a nearby bush for some semblance of relief. But the fear of public embarrassment and potential legal consequences held her back. Instead, she clung to the pole in the center of the bus, her face contorted with the effort of holding it all in. The bus continued to move, seemingly oblivious to Carmen's internal struggle. She tried to distract herself by focusing on random details—the ads plastered on the bus walls, the sound of music leaking from someone's earphones—but the urgency of her situation kept creeping back into her thoughts. Occasionally, the bus hit a pothole or swerved sharply, causing Carmen to jolt, teetering precariously in her heels. She clung to the pole for dear life, silently cursing her choice of skyscraper heels and wishing she had chosen something more sensible. As the journey dragged on, Carmen found herself resorting to all sorts of mind tricks to distract herself from her bursting bladder. She counted the stops, repeated the multiplication tables in her head, and even tried to imagine herself on a beautiful sandy beach with crashing waves. She especially regretted the last one as her pee hole was hit with a massive vengeful wave from her overworked bladder. Finally, the bus reached Carmen's stop. The doors opened, and a rush of people pushed her towards the exit. She desperately tried to manoeuvre through the crowd to get down first. But her maddening pressure prevented her from moving fast. Luckily for her, she managed to get down just as the bus doors closed. Now all she had to do walk the last few blocks and the relief would be hers. Rainfall: Carmen’s happiness was short lived - the sky opened up again, drenching her in a torrential downpour. She cursed her luck as the rainwater instantly seeped through her tight business formals, clinging to her like a soggy second skin. The uncomfortable sensation made her feel miserable. Carmen frantically dug through her bag, searching for a spare umbrella that she never thought she would need. Instead, she discovered an old, forgotten candy wrapper and a pen that had leaked ink onto everything it touched. Her frustration grew as she realized her bag had become a disorganized jumble of useless items. Her high-heeled shoes now felt like torture devices, making each step a treacherous balancing act on the rain-slicked pavement. She squirmed and wobbled, trying to maintain her dignity while simultaneously battling her increasingly insistent bladder. The possibility of letting go was beyond tempting. She glanced around, searching for any form of shelter from the relentless rain. Desperate, she spotted a small awning near a café. Carmen quickened her pace, navigated through puddles, and dodged other pedestrians, her legs crossing and uncrossing in a desperate attempt to hold back the impending flood. Just as she reached the haven of the café's awning, a gust of wind swept through, causing the awning to shake and raindrops to find their way under the meager shelter. Carmen jumped to the side, avoiding the cascading water, but her momentary relief was short-lived. An unsuspecting pedestrian passing by accidentally splashed a wave of water from a nearby puddle, drenching Carmen once again. She let out a frustrated groan, feeling the pressure inside her rise with every sodden step. In a last-ditch effort, Carmen spotted a nearby park. Hope surged within her as she spotted the serenity of a public restroom. However, just as she arrived at the park's entrance, she noticed a sign reading, "Park closed due to maintenance." Her heart sank, and she contemplated the absurdity of her situation. Carmen trudged onward, rain still pouring mercilessly, her clothes clinging even tighter to her body. She was going through rapid breathing cycles – Inhale, hold, exhale. Her thoughts became increasingly delirious as she imagined the raindrops mocking her plight, forming tiny little caricatures of toilets, and laughter echoed in her mind. There were quite a few residential buildings in the block. “I can’t do this any more, I must ask for help!” She thought and started inching towards one of the blocks. Hardly a few feet away from the gate, a Rottweiler charged towards her. Scared for her life, Carmen sprinted in the opposite direction, her bladder being thrown into a frenzy of movements. With her spirits dampened (both literally and figuratively), Carmen continued her waterlogged journey home. “Walking on egg shells is easier than this”, she thought while balancing between containing the flood and the slippery ground. Key Conundrum: When Carmen approached the final turn towards her house, her need to relieve herself reached its peak. She decided to take the keys out in advance, to save precious seconds. She fumbled through her bag in a panic, desperately searching for her house keys. Her bladder behaved like an animal trying to free itself out of a cage. With trembling hands, she pulled out a keyring and was about to insert the key into the lock when, in a moment of sheer misfortune, it slipped from her grasp and plummeted into the open sewer drain by the roadside. Carmen's eyes widened in disbelief, “NOOOOOOOOO!”, She screamed. Her mind raced with frantic thoughts as she contemplated her options, all while doing her a frantic pee dance. She was now faced with the excruciating reality that she couldn't enter her own home until a locksmith arrived. When she took her phone out to dial a lock smith, it ran out of battery. “Damn you!” Carmen slammed the phone on the pavement. In a blink of an eye the screen shattered into a million pieces. Not wanting to expose herself to the pouring rain any longer, Carmen quickly sought refuge in her neighbour’s house. She rushed over, knocking on the door with a mix of desperation and embarrassment. Her legs tightly glued to each other, white knuckled fists on the side of her body and her lady muscles burning. It felt like she was not holding pee but molten lava inside her. The neighbour, a kind-hearted soul, opened the door and invited her in, oblivious to the frantic bathroom situation unfolding. Upon her request the neighbour called in for a locksmith. Neighbours Nicety: As Carmen stepped inside the neighbour's house, her eyes locked onto the bathroom door like a magnet drawn to its metallic allure. The door taunted her, its mere presence exacerbating her already torturous predicament. She fought the urge to sprint towards it, reminding herself that propriety and societal norms demanded she maintained a facade of composure. "Oh, the sweet relief that lay just beyond that door," Carmen thought, her mind consumed by the thought of finally releasing the torrent that threatened to burst forth from her bladder. But asking for the bathroom then, after already imposing on her neighbour’s hospitality, seemed like an impossible feat. How could she casually admit that she had been holding on for dear life? Carmen attempted to act nonchalant, the neighbour kindly offered her a cup of tea, unknowingly adding fuel to Carmen's internal struggle. She accepted with a gracious smile, all the while battling the primal urge to snatch the cup and chug it down like a parched traveller in a desert oasis. Each sip of the hot tea, once a comforting pleasure, now felt like a cruel joke. Every drop cascaded down her throat, further fuelling the ocean of liquid within her, causing her to squirm in her seat, desperately trying to maintain an illusion of normalcy. Carmen's mind became a battleground of conflicting desires. On one side, her manners and social graces, desperately trying to hold her composure. On the other, her unruly bodily functions, demanding urgent attention with an intensity that could no longer be ignored. She clutched the tea cup, her fingers trembling, her knuckles turning white. The neighbour carried on with casual conversation, oblivious to the epic struggle playing out within Carmen's body. It took every ounce of her willpower to keep her gaze from drifting back to the bathroom door, which seemed to mock her with each passing moment. Thoughts raced through Carmen's mind as she contemplated the absurdity of the situation. How did a simple act of nature turn into a Herculean trial? She internally debated the pros and cons of embarrassing herself versus maintaining a facade of poise. In the end, her dignity prevailed, and she stifled the urge to request a visit to the bathroom. As time inched forward, Carmen's discomfort became palpable. Her movements became more fidgety, her attempts at casual conversation punctuated by awkward pauses. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, as if her body was attempting to create its own rainstorm. To add to her horror, she noticed the neighbour’s mischievous kid engrossed in a comedy TV program. To her dismay, the main female lead in the show was also enduring a hilarious struggle, desperately needing to pee. The scene played out on the television screen, with the actress contorting her face in agony and ultimately succumbing to an unscripted accident, wetting herself to the uproarious laughter of the studio audience. The sight sent Carmen into a frenzy of mixed emotions. On one hand, she sympathized with the character's plight, knowing all too well the unbearable torment of a full bladder. On the other hand, the comedic timing couldn't be worse, as it only served to remind her of her own precarious situation. She was on the last reserves of her strength and it was a ‘Do or die’ moment. “Do you mind if I use your B-bathroom? I kinda need to d-dry myself...” Carmen slowly crossed her legs, proud of herself for coming up with such an excuse “Oh I understand. Wait I will get you a towel to dry yourself”, the neighbour misunderstood her request. “No, I mean, I really need to...” Before she child complete her request, the neighbour handed over the towel to her. Carmen blew up her only chance to relieve herself. If only she could swallow her pride and admit her eye wateringly intense need to release the lake inside her. Her thoughts were consumed by the pressing matter at hand, her bladder reaching a level of fullness that defied the laws of physics. She clenched her butt muscles, her core, held her breath and curled her toes – everything that she could do somehow just contain her pee. It was like the last few minutes of a dam which had been cracking. And then, the sound of a van pulling up outside announced the arrival of the locksmith—an hour later than expected. Her hopes of finding sweet release shot up again, and she found herself trapped in the maddening limbo between urgency and the risk of wetting herself if she tried to even part her legs. Her face contorted in a grotesque battle of warring expressions—a delicate dance of pain and desperation, disguised by a smile and polite conversation. Carmen's heart skipped a beat, her eyes flickering towards the door, but she quickly composed herself, determined not to appear rude or impolite. She profusely thanked the neighbour for her help and waddled towards her house. Drops of pee at her lips of her vagina. Her silhouette more like a pregnant lady. Her movement like someone in an earthquake. Her hope for salvation rested with the locksmith, a savior sent to free her from her bathroom-induced torment. She prayed silently, sending out a telepathic message urging the locksmith to work with the speed of a thousand cheetahs, for every second spent unlocking the door felt like an eons. The click-clacks of his tools were music to her ears, building an epic cinematic climax. Every time he kept one tool Carmen’s eyes would light up thinking that he is done, but then he will. Immediately pick another one. He worked diligently to open the door with Carmen's nearly climbing the wall in desperation. She fidgeted uncontrollably standing behind him. Every twitch of his finger reverberated through her body, heightening her anticipation while simultaneously torturing her with a prolonged wait. She stole glances at the bathroom door from the window, her longing intensifying with each passing moment. But the social constraints and her own pride prevented her from confessing her dire need to the locksmith or anyone else in the vicinity. She battled with her inner demons, mentally urging the locksmith to pick up the pace and grant her the sweet relief she so desperately craved. Finally, as if sensing her near-breaking point, the locksmith triumphantly completed his task, turning the lock and granting Carmen access to her long-awaited sanctuary. “OH YOU FUCKING GENIOUS OF A MAN! I COULD KISS YOU RIGHT NOW!” Carmen screamed with happiness, almost squatting down with her doubly crossed legs. The locksmith quizzically looked at her. She realized that she blurted out too much and tried to stand up quickly, teetering on the precipice of liberation. Every fibre in her body was screaming for release, yet she forced herself to remain composed, resisting the urge to rush towards the bathroom. With a mix of relief, frustration, and a hint of comic irony, Carmen politely thanked the locksmith, cleared his payment, mustering every ounce of strength to maintain her composure. She walked with measured steps, fighting against her body's demands, and closed the bathroom door behind her. Those were her final steps just like an injured protagonist inching towards his victory. Outburst: The clock chimed 2am. 19 hours and countless drinks later, Carmen finally reached her bathroom. The tantalizing relief was just within her grasp, yet her tightly-clinging business suit and eye-wateringly tight shapewear clung to her body like a stubborn second skin, refusing to yield to her desperate pleas for freedom. The pressure inside her had reached an unprecedented level. She could no longer stand on her own. All her energy was culminated to one and only one point in her body – her throbbing, burning pee hole. “H-how can it become so – so BIG!” Carmen shakily looked down at her bladder. With trembling hands, Carmen began the arduous task of removing her constricting attire, one agonizing piece at a time. She tugged and pulled, her face contorted. The clothes seemed to taunt her, clinging tenaciously as if they were designed by a mischievous fashion sadist. Her fingers slipped and slid, struggling against the unforgiving fabric that refused to yield. The buttons of her shirt, even though strained due to the tightness refused to budge. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, a testament to the physical and mental exertion she endured in her battle against her own wardrobe. Her breaths came in short gasps, each one a desperate plea for release. The struggle became a battle of wills as Carmen's determination to free herself clashed with the garments' stubborn resistance. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she fought against the unyielding fabric, her face a canvas of both determination and anguish. Time seemed to stretch infinitely as Carmen fought against her stubborn garments. She doubled over, clutching at her abdomen, her legs crossed tightly in a futile attempt to maintain control. She danced in place, her movements an awkward combination of desperation and discomfort, as if performing a private, agonizing ballet. Her toes curled and uncurled in rhythm with her internal struggle, a silent symphony of torment. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back tears of frustration and physical strain. The pressure within her reached an unbearable level, pushing her to the brink of collapse. 15 minutes passed and Carmen could only manage to get rid of her sweaty shirt. The tight pant still remained resolute. A fine layer of sweat made it stick to her skin. On the other hand, her bladder was bombarding her urethra like torpedoes. “Enough is enough!” Carmen screamed and cut away her trousers with a scissors and broke free of its demonic grip. Her tight shapewear, which now contained a lake of sweat in itself met the same fate as the trouser. Carmen managed to free herself from the clutches of her unforgiving attire. She stood before the mirror, breathless and dishevelled, her body shivering with an intensity of a seizure. As Carmen pulled away the torn layer of the shapewear away from her body, sweat accumulated inside it came splattering down on the floor. And that was the final nail in the coffin. That triggered millions of neurons in her brain to misfire and take it as a signal to release the flood. In a moment that felt both tragic and strangely therapeutic, her body surrendered to the unstoppable force within. She trembled uncontrollably, her legs no longer able to bear the weight of the pressure. She crossed them tightly, desperately trying to hold on, but it was a losing battle. She jammed her hands in her crotch and clasped them as tightly as she could. Nothing worked – nothing could stop the outburst any longer. Liters of pee tightly confined in her tiny bladder came out vengefully through the fabric of her undies, the gap between her fingers, gurgling down her milky thighs, now reddened with strain. The warm sensation of pee was comforting and arousing both at the same time. It was like a forbidden pleasure. The pressure of the torrent was so much that it passed vibrations though her clit, making her moan. Her face was awash with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming relief. Carmen finally succumbed to the inevitable and simply collapsed on the floor, her tired sphincter muscles, releasing the floodgates of pent-up tension. Her body, no longer able to contain the sheer force of nature, gave in to the merciless call of relief. The sound of her strong hiss filled the bathroom. A three feet wide puddle formed around her, emanating steam. It was a moment of both humiliation and liberation, a testament of her unshakeable willpower which made her fight with her bladder’s incessant demands, before yielding to the basic needs of the human body. A tear fell from her eyes and her lips trembled. There was a lump in her throat as she lay in her own puddle, defeated. “Next time, I won’t let my bladder win”, she whispered to herself. - - - The End - - -
  7. Desperate Jean: "The one and only Jean, the 19-year-old gaming goddess that leaves her subscribers drooling and begging for more! With her sharp gaming skills and daring fashion choices, Jean has set the bar high for all gamer girls out there. Whether she’s slaying dragons in her skimpy bikini or taking on the enemy team in her thigh-high boots, Jean is always pushing the boundaries of not only gaming but also her overflowing bladder. Yes, Jean always games with a bladder-about-to-explode. No other girls out there can beat her. So hold onto your controllers, folks, because Jean is about to take you on a wild ride that you won’t soon forget!" That’s what, her intro read on the streaming website. But before all this Jean had an adventure, more like an Origin story, which lead her to become the most sought-after gamer. Read on to find out. Scene 1: The Plan Jean sat at her desk, scrolling through pictures of models with huge fake boobs. She sighed and looked at her moderate sized boobs and bit her lips with greed. Jean was by no means an average girl. Most of the girls of her age would die to get a chiseled body like her. And her height was perfect at 5’3”- the fun size as she called it. But she wanted more. She wanted massive boobs and desperately wanted to get a boob job done. The image of her having boobs bigger than her head, was ingrained in her mind. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She turned to her best friend Tess, who was sitting on the couch in her room with her laptop. "Tess, I've got it! I'm going to do a subathon to raise money for my boob job!" Jean exclaimed. Her eyes glowing with thrill. Tess raised an eyebrow. "A subathon? You mean those livestreams where you do challenges and people donate money? That sounds like a lot of work." Jean shook her head. "No, it'll be easy. I'll just play games and perform challenges while wearing my most daring outfits. People will be throwing money at me in no time." Tess chuckled. "And what kind of outfits are we talking about here?" Jean grinned mischievously. "Oh, you know, a little too revealing, a little too tight, a little more cleavage. I want to make sure I grab people's attention." "The more the skin - the more the green.” Tess laughed. “But are you sure you want to do this? These kind of streams trend to go on for hours." Jean's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'm totally up for it. In fact, I'm thinking of making it even more thrilling for myself." "How so?" Tess asked. "I'm going to hold my pee the entire time," Jean said with a smirk. Tess's jaw dropped. "Are you crazy? You're going to be sitting there for 24 hours, drinking gallons and corking up a full bladder?" Jean shrugged. "It'll be a fun challenge. And imagine the sensation when the pressure builds, pressing against my G-spot and then finally letting it all out." Goosebumps appeared on her body in excitement. Tess shook her head in disbelief. "You're a crazy girl, Jean. But I do agree, holding it in is so much HOT! Plus, if it gets you the money you need for your surgery, go for it." Scene 2: The Subathon Begins Tess sat on the couch, munching on popcorn as she ogled at Jean, her jaw dropping at her friend's skimpy outfits. "Oh my God, Jean! How are you not freezing in that? You’re practically naked" Tess asked, pointing at Jean's skimpy outfit. Jean wore an eye wateringly tight crop top with a plunging neckline. It was clearly smallest size she could get. It gave her a substantial cleavage and her boobs was could pop out any second. She coupled it with a neon orange thong and tight low waist jeans. Jean grinned mischievously. "Oh, I have my ways," she said, winking at the camera. "I'll be sure to show you all some of my moves later." “Did you go the bathroom though?”Tess was curious. “Nope. I’m holding it since evening 6” Jean bit her lips in arousal. “It is more tantalising then I thought”. “It sure is,” Tess pointed to her own bladder bulge. Jean’s eye widened with excitement. The stream started exactly at midnight. As the hours went on, Jean's viewers grew more and more enthusiastic, throwing money at her to complete various challenges. Jean giggled as she read out some of the requests. "Jean, can you do a cartwheel in those heels?" | "Can you twerk to this song?" | "Jean, can you do a handstand while holding a shot glass in your mouth?" Jean eagerly obliged, relishing in the attention and the money pouring in. She felt a thrill every time a new subscriber signed up or donated, knowing that she was one step closer to her dream surgery. But as the night wore on, Jean started to feel a different kind of thrill. She had been holding her pee for hours now, and the pressure was starting to build. The empty water bottles kept reminding how much she had consumed. But she refused to break the seal, relishing in the challenge of holding it for a full 24 hours. She could already feel the sensation of relief that would come with finally letting go. Meanwhile, her subscribers continued to flood her chat with messages and requests, completely unaware of Jean's naughty little secret. But Jean couldn't help but grin wickedly to herself, knowing that she was in for a wild ride. The subathon had only just begun, and she was ready for anything they could throw at her. Scene 3: The Urge Morning dawned. Jean didn’t allow herself even a drop of relief for 12 long hours. Around 2 litres of water were coursing in her system. There was a prominent bulge in her bladder. "Ohhh," Jean thought to herself, trying to push away the feeling of urgency. "The pressure feels so good but it's getting to much to bear. I must fight it.. It’s just 18 more hours" Jean’s attire was made of thick latex and it began to take its toll on her bladder. Every slight movement or shift caused a wave of pressure to shoot through her body. To make matters worse, the air conditioning in her apartment was on full blast. Jean had turned it up to keep her subscribers entertained with her perky nipples, but the cold air was wreaking havoc on her bladder. She was second guessing her decision to skip her before-start-pee and all the extra water she drank instead. But the thought of the added challenge had been too thrilling to resist. Jean's concentration was wavering and she missed a few requests from get fans. Her desperation was growing by the minute, and her subscribers could sense it. They began to leave comments, egging her on to keep holding, but also begging her to give in and pee. Jean was determined not to let them down, even if it meant enduring the discomfort for hours on end. But as the hours turned into the afternoon, Jean's determination was put to the ultimate test. 20 hours had passed since her last pee and 14 hours into the subathon, her body was demanding relief, but she was too stubborn to accept defeat especially when her subscribers were watching her every move. She shifted again in her chair, squeezing her legs together tightly. "Oh, God," she whispered to herself. "I can't take it anymore." But even as she spoke the words, Jean knew she couldn't give up. She had made a promise to herself and her subscribers, and she was determined to see it through to the end. Scene 4: The Challenges Jean clenched her fists under the desk, trying to focus on the challenges, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the relentless pressure. Her mind was starting to play tricks on her, making her think about waterfalls and running water. "I can do this," she whispered to herself, trying to convince herself that she could make it to the end of the subathon. But then another challenge came in, and Jean knew it was going to be her downfall. One of her subscribers had asked her to do a sexy dance in her tight, revealing outfit. Jean stood up and started moving her hips, trying to distract herself from the urge to pee. But as the dance went on, her legs started to shake uncontrollably, and she knew she was about to lose control. She quickly sat down, crossing her legs tightly and trying to keep a straight face. "I need to pee so bad," she whispered to Tess, who was giggling in the background. "You can do it, girl," Tess encouraged her, but Jean wasn't so sure. Before Jean could say anything, her screen pinged with a new message from a subscriber. "I bet you can't defeat the superboss in megablaster game. If you die, you drink a glass of water and repeat it till you defeat him" it read. Jean's eyes widened with horror and the comment section was on fire. She nervously fidgeted in her seat and her heart was racing – “How the duck do I defeat the superboss when I can’t really even sit straight!” She was teary eyed remembering that it took her 7 tries to defeat him at the easiest setting, let alone when her bladder was boiling with 23 hours of piss. She took a deep breath, crossed her legs as tightly as she could, and began. Holding the controller was pure torture. The vibrations of the controller somehow travelled to her bladder making her squirm, non-stop. 3 hours passed but she didn’t succeed and her poor bladder had to bear all the brunt of it. 5 tall glasses of water, we’re downed by Jean, each hitting her bladder like a freight train. The bulge in her bladder had pushed the waist band of her tight jeans down to her crotch. But after a long struggle, Jean was able to defeat the superboss. She felt proud of herself and the satisfaction of doing so on a bladder that could explode any moment brought her a different kick. Scene 5: The Outburst 26 hours since her last piss - 4 litres of water - 20 hours into the subathon - Jean was hanging by a thread. Her body was drenched in sweat and face red as tomato. She was shaking with the efforts to contain the tremendous pressure. “I can't take much more of this," Jean thought, her mind racing as she tried to come up with ways to distract herself. All her will power was focussed on keeping her hands away from her crotch. For Jean that was the sign of defeat. Her eyes darted to the clock, willing time to move faster, but it felt like an eternity had passed since the subathon began. "I want to finish the subathon for all my fans but … I AM BURSTING" Jean moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. She was squirming in her seat, her hands shaking as she tried to maintain her composure. The subscribers were loving it. They were sending in more requests, taking advantage of Jean's desperation. Jean was determined not to give up but her body refused to obey. It wanted relief - NOW!. Her eyes fell on the door of the bathroom which was so close and yet so far. She had made it this far, and she wasn't going to let her bladder win. She closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath, focusing all her energy on the next challenge but little did she what was coming next. Tess herself had joined Jean’s server and challenged her to put on vibrating panties, which the subscribers would control – turn by turn using an onscreen QR code. Jean glared at Tess, which made her go nuts with laughter. But there was nothing Jean could do. Any sudden movement would mean a disaster and end of the wonderful sensation of arousal which kept her going on. Ted’s pulled Jean aside from the camera and pulled her tight jeans and thong, down with a single tug. She pulled out a fresh set of vibrating undie, which was perhaps the smallest size and wiggled it on Jean. Her bladder was bulging obscenely. A sudden scratch of a nail would have been enough to pop it. The waistband of the undie was viciously cutting into her bladder. Tess noticed Jean's inability to move and dragged her to the camera. Jean's face was contorted with the efforts of keeping the flood inside. As soon as the fans saw her in that tight undie, they were in a frenzy. The money indicator at the top right of the screen kept increasing like the numbers of a stop watch. Then Tess began the game began and released the QR Code on screen. Within a blink of an eye, wild eccentric vibration ravaged Jean’s clit. Her eyes rolled back and hands flew to her crotch. The intensity of vibration varied from extreme to extreme at different settings, rotations and speeds. She was in a state of fit. It felt as if the best cocks in the world were pounding her all at the same time. Her mind was foggy with arousal and wild instincts. Her bladder on the other hand hated the rapid erratic movements. It raided Jean with spasms and waves of desperation, each stronger than the previous. Had it but been for the vibrating undies, Jean would have flooded the room. But her relief was a distant dream. For the next 6 hours Jean’s pussy was oozing rivers of cum. Thick white liquid ran down her toned milky legs, filling her heels. Her hands were shoved tight on her crotch and her fingers were all sticky. Her undie cling to her soft shaven pussy as the flood of cum kept coming. Never in her life had Jean experienced such strong orgasms in rapid succession. She was caught in a crossfire of desperation and arousal. Her muscles were exhausted and ached with the strain of enduring 32 hour’s worth of boiling piss. Soon the battery of her undie ran out and the wild ride of orgasms came to an end. Jean was jolted back to her senses. The pain of her bladder hit her like Thor’s hammer. Jean HAD TO PEE NOW! There was no more clenching of muscles, no willpower, no strength left in her. Her bladder was in charge now and without any warning it simply exploded. Jean’s floodgates finally burst open and a strong thick torrent of piss erupted from her pussy. All the thick sticky layer of cum on her thighs and the floor was washed away with the force of her piss. Jean was gasping for control but her bladder would not stand any more non-sense. She looked down, mortified, and saw a strong gush of piss still continuing to flood the room. Her fans were awestruck. Tips kept coming in like no tomorrow, as Tess adjusted the camera to focus on Jean’s crotch. "I… I’m sorry" she groaned, realizing that she was losing the battle. The subscribers cheered her on, but Jean's world had collapsed to the little pee hold which was expelling hot steaming piss like a hose. She was beyond caring what was happening on the screen or what Tess would think. She was having a full-blown accident and there was nothing she could do about it. Only after half her piss was pushed out by her bladder, Jean clenched herself with a last burst of will power. The gusher came to a sudden halt with her hands seemingly welded to her crotch. Tess and the entire audience of 72000, had the time of their lives. Jess not only managed to do a non-stop subathon for 30 hours but also managed to hold a drum of piss inside her all the time. Had it not been for the vibrating undies she may have made out dry as well. But it was too late to think about all that. She couldn’t believe her eyes to see what a huge sum of money she garnered. A whopping 111,000$. As a last parting gift to her fans, she took out her top blew a kiss to the fans and closed the subathon. Once the she was logged out, Jean made a mad dash for the bathroom. Despite releasing such a massive flood a few minutes earlier, her pussy still quivered with jets of piss. She barely made it to the toilet and collapsed onto it with a sigh of relief. An even more powerful spray of piss hit the water below as she loudly moaned feeling a mix of hot arousal and desperation. The vibration of hot piss gushing out of her pussy tingled her and she was bombarded with one massive orgasm as if her body was thanking her! Once she was empty, reality dawned on her - Jean was in a mix of feelings - humiliated and empowered at the same time. She couldn’t deny that it had been an exhilarating experience. The thrill of holding it in and the challenge of trying not to pee had been addictive. The series of orgasms was an added bonus and she couldn’t wait to try it again. But first, she needed to clean up the mess and take a long shower. She couldn’t bear the thought of sitting in her own urine any longer. As she got up, she felt another small trickle down her legs. She sighed and shook her head, realizing that she had a lot to learn about holding her bladder for long periods of time. As Jean cleaned up the mess, she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. She had just wet herself on a live stream, in front of thousands of people. But somehow, she felt liberated by the experience. When she finally emerged from the bathroom after all the cleanup and the shower , Tess was waiting for her with a bottle of water and a congratulatory hug. “You did it! 30 hours of subathon with a 36 hour overfull bladder !” Tess exclaimed, grinning. Another spurt of pee escaped from Jean's pussy onto Tess's thighs as they embraced each other. Jean smiled weakly, still feeling a bit embarrassed about the leak. “THIS WAS HOT,” Tess said. Jean was still shuddering at the memory of the desperation and arousal she had felt. All Jean could do was nod in agreement as Tess laughed. “Hey, you made bank and got your surgery money. And who knows, maybe next time we can make it a 48-hour subathon and make double the money!” Jean loved the idea. It got her thinking, “If a 30 hour marathon got me close to 90,000$, what would happen if I held it longer.” She immediately changed her online profile name to “BurstingJean” and from that day on, she made it her mission to master the art of bladder control. She started practicing holding it in for longer and longer periods of time, drinking more and wearing tighter, sexier clothes. It became her second nature to test her limits and push herself to maddening states of desperation. And although she had her fair share of accidents along the way, she never gave up. It was a new kind of thrill, one that she couldn’t get enough of. And she knew that as long as she kept pushing herself, there would always be another challenge to conquer. - - - The End - - -
  8. Hi Omo Lovers: If you love absolute nail biting desperation, putting our heroine to stretch her lmits, the this story is for you. Presenting to you all: Poonam, a famous and bold actress from India. Prologue: Poonam came home drunk and exhausted after a long day at work and the bladder burst cotnest with her friends which she won by a significant margin. Without bothering to go the bathroom she eagerly fell into bed, ready for a good night's sleep. However, her bladder had other ideas. It was full to the brim, and she could feel the pressure building. She tried to ignore it, thinking that she could hold on until morning, but her bladder had different plans. As she drifted off to sleep, Poonam found herself in a strange dream. She was walking through a maze, desperately searching for a bathroom. Every door she opened led to another dead end, and she could feel her need to pee growing more and more urgent. It was like a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. In her dream, Poonam was frantically searching for a bathroom, but in reality, she was tossing and turning in her bed. She was in a constant state of discomfort, and every movement she made only seemed to make it worse. She could feel the pressure building inside her, and she knew that she couldn't hold on for much longer. In the dream, Poonam finally stumbled upon a bathroom, but it was occupied. She banged on the door, begging the person inside to hurry up, but they refused to budge. In reality, Poonam was still tossing and turning, her bladder feeling like it was about to burst. She was getting desperate, and she knew that she had to find a way to relieve herself soon. As the dream continued, Poonam's desperation grew more intense. She was running through the maze now, trying to find a bathroom before it was too late. But in reality, she was still in bed, squirming and wriggling as she tried to find a comfortable position. She could feel herself starting to leak, and she knew that she had to do something quickly. And that’s when she woke up. The fateful morning: Poonam was a name that echoed through the Indian film industry. Her bold and exhibitionist nature had made her a darling of the tabloids. Her sultry looks and unapologetic admission of going under the knife to gain massive boobs, had only added to her fame. But beneath all of that, she was a gifted actress, and her big break was finally within reach. She had landed an audition for the lead role in an indie film that was highly anticipated, and the opportunity was too good to pass up. The day of the audition was supposed to be the biggest day of Poonam's life. She had set her alarm for 7 am to give herself plenty of time to prepare for the audition at 10 am. But when she woke up, she realized that she had overslept. Her heart raced as she looked at the clock, realizing that it was already 9 am. Panic set in as she jumped out of bed, frantically trying to gather her thoughts and get ready as quickly as possible. As she rushed to get dressed, Poonam felt an intense urge to empty her bladder. Her body had been religiously containing all the water and beer she had been chugging from the previous evening, and now it was screaming for release. Any other girl would already be sitting on the toilet emptying herself but being in showbiz, she was used to being desperate all the time. She decided that her bladder needed to keep the piss in. Besides, she didn't have time to stop and take care of it. Poonam stood in front of her full-length mirror, sweating profusely and one hand nursing her little bladder bulge. Her outfit for the day was a dangerously low cut top and extremely tight leather pants, coupled with stilettos. But as luck would have it, she struggled to put them on. Thanks to her nagging bladder and her slight gain in weight. She had been trying for what felt like an eternity, but they just wouldn't budge past her thighs. She had been determined to wear them to the audition to impress everyone, but now she was regretting her decision. Poonam took a deep breath and pulled with all her might; her face contorted with effort. She was grateful that she was alone in her room, as she didn't want anyone to witness her embarrassing struggle. She tried to wiggle them up inch by inch, but it seemed like the pants had a life of their own and were fighting back against her. She took a break to cool down and clench her muscles, but the pants seemed to have grown tighter in the meantime. She hopped around the room, trying to loosen them up, but it only made things worse. The leather pants seemed to be mocking her, as if saying, "Ha! You thought you could wear us? Think again!" Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Poonam managed to wiggle into the pants, but they were so tight that she couldn't even bend over to pick up her phone. Once she buttoned them up, her urge to pee shot up twice. She had to waddle around the room, trying to stretch them out, but it only made her look like a penguin trying to dance. She sighed and accepted her fate, knowing that she was going to have to spend the entire evening in these unforgiving leather pants. Right now, the audition was the priority. Peeing can wait for some other convenient time. Poonam ran out of the door, her heart racing, fuelled by her passion for acting and the fear of missing out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As she arrived at the audition, Poonam was breathless and sweating profusely. Her nerves were shot, but she tried to compose herself. When she was called in to start the audition, Poonam knew that she had to give it her all, despite her physical discomfort. For the next hour, she clenched her muscles hard and poured everything she had into the audition. She delivered her lines with conviction, showing her range as an actress, and leaving it all on the stage. But all the while, she was fighting an intense urge to pee that was threatening to overwhelm her. Her tight leather pants and stilettos were making things even worse. The sharp stilettos were biting into her flesh, making it difficult for her to stand still. Her bladder was screaming for release, and she could feel the wetness spreading through her pants. But she gritted her teeth, determined not to let it show. The tension in the room was palpable as Poonam struggled to maintain her composure. Every second felt like an eternity, and she could feel the sweat running down her back. Her breathing was laboured, and she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. It was a battle of wills, and Poonam refused to be defeated. After an exhausting and gruelling afternoon of auditioning, Poonam stumbled out of the room, her legs weak and her bladder on the brink of explosion. She had never felt such desperation before and was practically hallucinating about floating toilet bowls. Her phone buzzed, reminding her of her flight in just one hour. With a sense of urgency, she hailed a cab, determined not to waste any more time. The flight: As the cab sped towards the airport, Poonam's discomfort grew more intense. She fought to maintain her composure, doing kegels non-stop to hold back the flood. But the pressure in her abdomen was becoming unbearable, and she could feel sweat pouring down her forehead. She rushed through check-in and security, but her distress only continued to mount. By the time she boarded the plane, Poonam was on the verge of tears. She was so uncomfortable that she could hardly comprehend how to put on the seat belt. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of the successful audition she had just completed, but all she could think about was the desperate need to use the bathroom. The plane took off, and Poonam's discomfort only intensified. She shifted in her seat, trying to find relief, but nothing seemed to help. She watched a movie, listened to music, but her mind was consumed with the pain in her abdomen. A few soft drinks and 2 painfully slow hours later, the captain announced that they were approaching their destination, Poonam felt a surge of relief. Throughout the flight the seat belt signed remained on – perhaps the pilot forgot to turn them off. Poonam knew she wouldn't be able to use the bathroom until they landed. She was going to burst. When the plane touched down, Poonam was the first to disembark. The bathrooms at the airport were across the long hall of luggage conveyors but they were closed due to cleaning. She had no choice but to hurry to the waiting cab. Her three-hour journey was without any restroom stops, and the discomfort only got worse. No amount of distraction could take her mind off from her all-consuming need. She begged the driver to stop at a rest stop, but he refused, and Poonam felt like she was going to have a medical emergency. In desperation, Poonam pleaded with the driver again to find a bathroom, but there was nothing for miles. As the pressure built inside her, her body tensed up, and she felt like she was going to collapse. It was the most intense discomfort she had ever experienced, and she knew that she was running out of her capacity. 28 hours had passed since she last used the toilet. Given her hectic schedule she restricted herself to one or max two pees a day. These were uncharted waters for her. The anxiety was overwhelming, and Poonam was starting to panic. The photoshoot: Poonam never thought that being an actress could be so painful. She was currently shooting an overnight ad campaign, and her stylist had chosen the tightest, most constrictive rubber catsuit she had ever worn. It was like wearing a second skin that was crushing her bulging bladder. And to make matters worse, she had made a grave mistake: drinking a massive bottle of water on her way to the shoot, thanks to the hot weather. At first, she kept repeating to herself that she was strong and apply “Mind over matter” concept. But as the hours passed by, her bladder grew fuller and fuller, and her discomfort reached unimaginable heights. She was sweating bullets, her eyes darting around the set, looking for a way out, but there was none. Her stomach was rumbling, and her bladder was on the brink of exploding. She knew that she was in trouble. The director called for another take, and Poonam gritted her teeth. She tried to concentrate on the shoot, but all she could think of was her the brewing pressure between her legs. She was doing a photo shoot on a yacht, and the water around her was mocking her. She felt like screaming, but instead, she just posed, holding her breath, and praying for the shoot to be over soon. But the shoot didn't end anytime soon. The director kept calling for more and more takes, and Poonam felt like she was dying. Every time she moved; she felt a new wave of pressure hitting her bladder. She couldn't even think straight anymore. Her body was on autopilot, and her mind was consumed with a single thought: “bathroom, bathroom, bathroom.” Hours passed, and the sun started to rise. The shoot finally ended, and Poonam was allowed to leave. She stumbled off the yacht, her legs shaking, and her eyes glazed. She was so desperate to relieve herself that she didn't care about anything else. 38 hours and nearly 2 litres of piss being pumped into her bladder Poonam needed help, and fast. But her nightmare was far from over. As Poonam stumbled off the set, the next reminder on her phone told her that to rush to a shopping mall for the launch of a famous perfume line, and the journey was going to take another two hours. Poonam regretted all the juices she had consumed during the night and the short breakfast break earlier. Due to paucity of time, she chose to continue wearing the tight rubber catsuit. It only added to her misery. She was now in excruciating pain, and she struggled to keep a straight face. The Mall Visit: Once she reached the mall, Poonam longingly looked at the door of the washrooms. But the frenzy of the crowd meant that the washrooms were off limits. Poonam's heart sank once again. She didn't know how much longer she could go without using the restroom. As she launched her perfume line and posed for photos, Poonam knew that she had to find a way to escape and use the bathroom. Her discomfort had turned into agony, and she was on the verge of collapsing from the intense pressure building up inside her. She tried to take deep breaths and stay calm, but with more and more pee gushing into her bladder the tightness of her costume increased. It was becoming increasingly difficult to sit, breathe or do anything normally. The urge to relieve herself was becoming unbearable, and she felt like she was going to explode. Poonam whispered to her assistant and begged her to find a restroom as soon as possible, but due to security reasons, she was not allowed to leave her designated schedule or place. Her frustration and desperation grew with each passing moment. Every step that she took to move sloshed the bowling ball sized bladder inside her. As the day wore on, Poonam's bladder continued to swell. The only difference being that nobody was able to see underneath the flat corset like structure of the catsuit lied a severely compressed bladder. To add to her misery, Poonam now had to have lunch with the sponsors and the magazine guys. They were taken to a posh restaurant. She was sweating profusely, but it wasn't the heat that was causing her discomfort. It was the tight and constrictive outfit she was wearing, coupled with an extremely full bladder that made her feel like she was about to burst at any moment. To make matters worse, she had just finished eating an extremely hot and spicy lunch. She thought the water would help cool her off, but now she regretted it. Her bladder was already begging for relief, and the copious amounts of water she drank were only making it worse. Poonam tried to distract herself from the discomfort by focusing on conversating with others around the table, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She shifted in her tight outfit, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was impossible. She felt like she was wearing a straitjacket that was slowly crushing her bladder. The photographers kept calling out instructions to hold the glass of wine or pose in a certain manner, turn her head and what not. But Poonam could barely concentrate. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of finding a bathroom. She tried to hold it in, but her body was beginning to rebel. Every move she made felt like a ticking time bomb. She felt beads of sweat pouring down her forehead and trickling down her back. She was a hot mess. The lunch seemed to drag on for an eternity, and Poonam was becoming increasingly fidgety. She tried to subtly signal to her assistant that she was in dire need of a bathroom break, but she was too focused on eating lunch herself. When she tried to excuse herself, but her security team told her that it wasn't safe to leave without them. Poonam's frustration and desperation grew with each passing moment. She felt trapped and helpless, and her body was now profusely sweating. She was nearing the end of her tether. The Fashion Show: Poonam knew that she couldn't go on like this for much longer but her damned schedule was packed to the brim. In next two hours she found herself in an even more elaborate setting, a judge of a fashion show. She was at the front row and her task was to carefully examine each model as they walked down the runway. The clothes were stunning, and the models looked effortlessly chic, but Poonam couldn't focus on anything other than her own discomfort. She tried to shift in her seat, hoping to find a more comfortable position, but nothing seemed to work. Every movement kept worsening her desperation somehow. Her vagina lips quivered non-stop, and legs were crossed tightly, her hands were fidgeting in her lap, and her forehead was beaded with sweat. She was in agony, but she couldn't let anyone know. After all, she was the judge of the fashion show, and she needed to maintain her composure. As the next model walked out onto the runway, Poonam's focus shifted from the clothes to her own bodily functions. She could feel her bladder screaming for release, and she knew that she couldn't hold it in any longer. She shifted in her seat once more, trying to find a way to relieve the pressure without anyone noticing. But it was no use. The urge was too strong, and she was too embarrassed to ask for a break. Time simply refused to pass but Poonam's desperation kept on increasing. She could not comprehend how was she still getting more frantic. She was sweating profusely now, felt the dampness spreading down her back. The heat and sweat inside her rubber catsuit was making her thirsty so, she had to keep chugging water to cool herself off. It was a vicious cycle. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out, but there was no escape. 3 excruciatingly slow hours later, the last model walked down the runway, and the show was over. Poonam jumped up from her seat, almost knocking over her chair in the process. However, an escape was not happening yet. As she heard her name being called, Poonam took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. She plastered a smile on her face and started to speak, but her mind was racing. All she could think about was how badly she needed to pee. She had not gone for over 42 hours now and her bladder was relentlessly trying to push all the pee out of her body. But for now, with all eyes of her, Poonam had to suffer in silence. She fumbled to open the envelopes and make sense of the forms and cards handed over to her. Over a minute or two of awkward silence on the mic, she started to read out the names of the runners-up with a shaky voice. Poonam's bladder began to spasm. She shifted from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find some relief. But it was no use. She was at the verge of exploding. Finally, the moment of truth arrived. Poonam read out the name of the winner, and the crowd erupted in cheers. But all Poonam could think about was how badly she needed to pee. She tried to hurry offstage, but the photographers wanted a few more shots. She smiled for the cameras, but inside, she was in agony. Her otherwise flamboyant style of seductive poses was replaced by schoolgirl like poses. Her hands were firmly placed on her bladder as if carrying its load and lips were permanently pursed. The vein on her forehead was bulging out with the strain of holding back the flood. She cursed herself for getting into this situation. As soon as the last pap clicked the photo she rushed out of the room, her hand pressed tightly against her crotch. She could almost see the light from heavens when the show was over. She prayed for a toilet to pop out magically. It was sheer luck or as-if the gods listened to her prayers, her eyes finally fell on the door ladies toilet shining at a distance. She started taking baby steps towards it with bated breath. Her vagina was burning with the pee trying to explode out. The Interview: Poonam’s hand almost reached the handle of the door just when her assistant caught hold of her and pulled her away from the toilet. She yelled at the assistant, but the latter stood her ground. There was simply no time for a bathroom break. And given the tight contraption of the rubber costume, Poonam would require at least an hour to get in and out of the suit, followed by the touch up of makeup. Plus the media would ridicule her and make memes out of her visit to the toilets. They absolutely needed to leave immediately for the interview with FMH magazine. Fame before everything else – Poonam’s assistant quoted her. Poonam's heart sank. She didn't know how much longer she could hold it in, and the thought of enduring another event without relief was unbearable. But an hour later, she was on the stage with a well-known host surrounded by lights and cameras. As the interview began, Poonam sat down in a chair and crossed her legs, trying to act calm and collected. However, she soon realized that her outfit was causing her some serious discomfort than even before. One of the belts at the back of her dress had slipped to the next notch while adjusting it in the car. The catsuit was squeezing her bladder tighter and tighter. She felt as if it was shrinking by the minute. The ribs of the corset dug into her bladder and her control was wavering. A full gallon was compressed inside her constricted bladder for nearly 2 days now. The interviewer, oblivious to Poonam’s predicament kept asked her a series of questions. Rather it was a laundry list of questions. Thanks to Poonam’s absolute control over her expressions, she looked calm and tried her best to answer them as if nothing was wrong. In reality, her mind was entirely focused on her the stinging bladder pain. The pressure was mounting. The box of tissues given to her on set was now exhausted. After half an hour she started fanning her legs involuntarily. It was a do or die situation for her. The room felt like it was getting hotter by the minute, making her situation even worse. As the interview dragged on, Poonam's bladder grew more and more insistent. She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find some relief, but nothing worked. She could feel a tiny bit of pee leaking out, and she knew that she was in deep trouble. The interviewer seemed concerned, but she ignored it and the cameras kept rolling. Poonam tried to hold on, but a big spurt escaped into her tight undies causing her to jolt. It was too much for her to handle. Suddenly, in the middle of a question, she blurted out, "Excuse me, I need to use take a break, if its, Ok? It’s getting very hot in my outfit" "We will turn the AC further down, but could you just wait half an hour more - we are rolling hence." Poonam politely agreed to wait, but her bladder was on fire. Now with the AC temperature lowered further, she now had to battle the cold. It was a catastrophic situation for her. The interview continued, and Poonam's bladder became more and more insistent. She was squirming in her seat, her face contorted in discomfort. She couldn't concentrate on anything the interviewer was saying, and her mind was completely blank except for the thought of finding a bathroom. Just when she thought she couldn't hold on any longer, the interviewer finally wrapped up. Poonam quickly stood up, barely able to walk straight. She made her way out of the room, her legs shaking. Her assistant came running to her aid and escorted Poonam to her car. On their way they passed the glorious ladies’ toilets. Poonam tried her best to convince her guards to they told her that the toilets were locked. The Final Leg: As Poonam got into the car, she knew she needed to find a restroom fast. She warned her assistant that finding a bathroom was her only priority. Her assistant asked the driver to speed to the nearest hotel. Her bladder was on the verge of bursting. Her legs simply kept scissoring involuntarily. Her hands seemed to be glued to her crotch. The seams of the tight rubber outfit dug into the apex of her bladder. d she could barely sit still. They finally arrived at the hotel, but all the rooms were booked. Poonam had tears in her eyes and pressure rising. The assistant pleaded with the staff to find a solution, but they refused to help them out. Poonam had to spend the night in her car, unable to relieve herself for almost 10 more hours. The night was hell for Poonam. She tried to distract herself by listening to music, but the discomfort was almost unbearable. As dawn broke, she headed to the airport, but the journey took longer than expected due to an accident. Poonam was pulling her hair out in desperation. Finally, they arrived, and she rushed to the restroom but heard the final boarding call. She had to choose between the relief and the flight back home. She chose the latter and settled into her seat, hoping for some relief during the flight. The onboard restrooms were closed due to turbulence, which made Poonam's discomfort worse. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of her loved ones, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every time the plane shook a jet of pee shot into her thongs. She tightly grabbed her crotch and held her breath to stem the flow. The mere thought of enduring the flight without relief was too much to bear. Poonam's body was in agony. Every breathe felt like a knife being stabbed in her bladder. Her lower back ached, her thighs numb and vagina on fire. She called the airhostess to ask how much longer the flight had before landing but the news was not good. To prevent entering the storm the pilot was taking a longer route which meant additional hour of time. She turned white with fear. Waiting for each minute was like a year for her and the air hostess dropped a bomb on her telling that there was additional hour to go. 66 hours of pee boiled inside her bladder threatening to flood the entire cabin. Poonam closed her eyes and prayed for the plane to land soon, but the wait seemed never-ending. As the plane finally touched down, Poonam took baby steps out of the flight and inched towards the restrooms. Her body was simply not in a position to wait any longer, and she could feel herself leaking just by seeing the symbol of the ladies' room. But as she finally reached the restroom, she was devastated to see that the line for the ladies' room was incredibly long. Poonam pleaded with the women in front of her to allow her to go first, but nobody cooperated. She was forced to leave the airport, carrying her swollen bladder, and feeling utterly defeated. The Final-Final Leg: As she sat in the cab, Poonam's desperation grew more and more unbearable. Every bump on the road sent shock waves through her body, and she clutched the seat tightly, trying to hold it in. Finally, she reached the parking space of her apartment, but the challenge was far from over. Poonam knew that she was running out of time. She got out of the cab, her heart pounding with fear, and tried to walk as calmly as possible. But her bladder was now beyond her control, and she felt spurts of pee escape with every breathe. She was still a few meters away from her building, and the road connecting the parking space to her building was busy with people and vehicles. If anyone saw Poonam they would assume Poonam had stepped out right after a bath. Her eyes were red and body drenched with sweat. So much sweat that every movement caused a squelching noise. The passer by looked at her with astonishment and concern. When anyone tried to approach her Poonam simply signaled them with her hands to step away. Each milli-second was precious. Finally, she reached the door of her building, her hands shaking with desperation. She managed to open the door and rushed to the elevator. The elevators in her building were the fastest in the city but on this fateful day, it seemed to have slowed down. The lift took nearly 3 minutes to come down from the 60th floor. Poonam was nearly curled up on the floor. Her breath was labored, and hot jets of piss kept erupting out of her pussy. 73 hours’ worth of piss was confined in her cavernous bladder which had stretched beyond its limits. Her muscles were cramped and overworked. She wept silently once she got into the elevator. Every passing ding was like a hammer blow to her bladder. People came in and went out on different floors forcing Poonam to stand straight and act normally. Nearly 7 long minutes later, Poonam crawled to her apartment. She frantically pee danced in front of the door muttering curses under her breath. But the keys were nowhere to be found. With one hand shoved inside her crotch almost cutting through the rubber, she struggled to open all the compartments in her handbag. The insides of her rubber outfit were now getting warm. She screamed in frustration and collapsed down. She simply couldn’t believe her luck. After 3 long days without using the toilet, after enduring so much torture and pain, she finally reached her apartment, hoping to find some relief, only to be faced with another challenge. Fate seemed to play a sick game with her as-if they were trying to prevent Poonam from peeing at any cost. But Poonam knew that getting angry wouldn't solve the problem. To her utter dismay her mobile battery had dried out. In a fit of rage, she threw it on the wall. Tears rolled down her cheek. The in-built corset was not enough to hide her bladder bulge. It was sticking out obscenely. Her head started spinning merely thinking about the amount of piss she was holding. She took help of the wall and stood up. Gravity was wreaking havoc on her heavy bladder and her needle thin heels were burning her calves. She straightened herself, took a deep breath and started walking towards the lift. Minutes later she reached the reception of the building. The receptionist was confused because Poonam was struggling to frame sentences now. “C-C-Call a locksmith” A whisper came out of Poonam’s mouth. “Sorry Ma’am” The receptionist “CALL A FUCKING LOCKSMITH NOW!” The receptionist was taken aback. She immediately dialed the locksmith. Poonam requested her for a private lobby or a cabin to sit in but there were none. So, she was forced to sit in the open lobby where each passer-by could see her. Her body was shaking vigorously. She sat on her heels rocking. She could taste her piss at the back of her tongue. Despite all this she was forced to keep her hands away from her crotch. Her lips throbbed and she barely had any strength to clench her muscles any harder. It took another two hours to get a locksmith. By the time he arrived she had leaked a copious amount of piss inside her tight catsuit. The leakage would be equivalent to a normal woman’s most desperate pee. Poonam followed the locksmith who managed to open the door. As she was tried to rush inside the locksmith he demanded for his payment. Poonam was weeping now. The toilet was just a few feet away from her and still she could not rush. She barely kept cash in her handbag. She requested him to wait for a few minutes but he was adamant that he was running out of time. Poor Poonam walked to her closet and there was none. She begged him to allow her some time to arrange and take the cash later in the day, but he was firm. Little did he know that a full gallon of piss was compressed inside her bladder. The bulge in her bladder was hard as steel, which distorted the corset. Her pregnant like bulge covered her entire midriff. If she could, she would have slapped that locksmith and gotten him thrown out but that would damage her reputation. So, she gritted her teeth, hobbled to an ATM and gave him the cash. Poonam’s body was on autopilot. She barely registered how she was functioning. Her skin inside her tight catsuit was taut. One could see her veins had she been naked. The pee which she had leaked earlier had now gotten somewhat cold and were rubbing against her pussy driving her mad. All the muscles in her thighs were tensed as if she had just finished a cycling race. Her back was arched, and her hair was all messy. But more than all that her muscles were strained beyond imagination. One after the other they spasmed. After a long strenuous walk from the ATM to the elevator and then to her apartment, Poonam had finally made it home. Her makeup was running down her sweaty face, just like her piss leaking from her vagina. But she had made it without a single trip to the bathroom in the last 3 days and over a gallon of steaming piss inside her bladder. Once the door closed, she could not walk anymore though. Her body simply refused to listen to her commands. She was seeing stars in front of her eyes. Sweat oozing out throughout her body. Her body shook violently. “Aahhhhh” she cried and collapsed on the floor, breaking the needle stiletto heels. The impact was too much for her. Her muscles simply could not bear any more strain. The jerk hit her like a freight train and boom! Her floodgates burst opened. “Noooooo!” Poonam cried, clasping her crotch. A violent gusher erupted out of her pussy forming a bulge at her crotch, as if there was a hard dick inside. That’s when she realized how hot the piss coming out was. It felt as if it was artificially heated. None of the piss was spreading out or leaking on the expensive rug below, thanks to the thick rubber outfit. All the tight confinement was giving an intense pleasure to Poonam. She orgasmed multiple times as the thick ferocious flow continued over a minute in full strength. A hissing sound akin to an open tap filled the room. Her eyes rolled up and her breath was short and swallowed. A gallon of piss filled up her catsuit and her legs, her crotch, her ass everything was squelching with hot piss. It was strangely titillating. As piss continued to gush out of her, she ran her hands all over her body feeling her up. After close to 2 and a half minutes the torrent finally stopped all of a sudden. Her muscles contracted violently to push everything out at once. Just when she tried to get up, one more hot stream of piss erupted again. Her kidneys were pumping piss into her bladder, and it was releasing them in real-time. This one was even stronger, sending her into an orgasm overdrive. Over a minute later her stream finally came to an end, gifting her a massive orgasm. Poonam was now lying on the floor with her fingers rubbing her piss-soaked clit, enjoying the bliss of her finally empty bladder. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to have an empty bladder. As she tried to get up an epiphany struck her. “What if I can bring myself to an orgasm every time I hold it to my limits?” Poonam bit her lips in anticipation as she geared up for her next big voluntary hold. The next day Poonam had her toilet bowl removed from her home, making the entire media go crazy. Poonam being Poonam, announced it to the world, “You know what’s my secret to strongest orgasms people – holding my pee till I burst!” She was now an omorashi addict, officially.
  9. Hi Omo Lovers! Presenting a new character for all of you. Please welcome Ms. Yana, the sexiest office lady who will go any lengths to hold her pee and act professionally. Releasing the story soon. . .
  10. Another commissioned story! I actually finished this one a bit ago, and I could've sworn I posted it already. Like, I remember writing up the post and everything. But I don't see it and it's not in my activity, so I guess my dumb brain either imagined I wrote up the post, or I actually wrote up the post but forgot to actually submit it and then closed out the tab. Either way, I'm posting this one a bit late, so sorry~ This story's not my typical shtick, and there is male desperation in it, but that's not the focus of the story and I don't go into too much detail because that's not really my thing. The female desperation is definitely the main focus! “Shit, Niel, wake up, we’re gonna be late.” A man with messy hair and a lanky frame groaned as he rolled over. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and glanced over at the source of the voice and the gentle prodding that had woken him from his slumber. “Hey Ems,” he smiled groggily before her words sunk in, “Wait, what time is it?” “7:40. The alarm didn’t go off. We gotta get going now or we’ll be late for our flight.” “Shit,” Niel cursed, bolting out of bed. Faster than any cup of coffee or can of energy drink, hearing they were that late brought him to full alertness. He joined his girlfriend, Emma, in the mad rush to get ready. A quick shower they didn’t dare share for fear of getting distracted with other things, hastily throwing on clothes, and brushing their teeth and making sure their bags were packed. “I think that’s everything, we can get breakfast on the way there,” Emma replied. “What about the bathroom, did you go yet?” Niel asked. “No. I don’t need to, and there’s no time anyway,” Emma replied bluntly. If Niel hadn’t already known Emma’s odd behavior regarding bathrooms, he might have been inclined to argue or press the issue. After all, anyone foregoing their morning pee would likely come back to bite them. However Niel had, through observation, realized two very interesting things about Emma. The first was that she had an incredibly large bladder. She could hold it for hours on end, to the point where he could see the bulge in her abdomen, and she’d still say she was fine. The second was that, for some reason or another, Emma seemed to put off going to the bathroom for as long as possible. He noticed it first when they were on their fourth date. It was the first time they were spending more than a few hours together, and as such the first time Niel would reasonably have been able to pick up on Emma’s bathroom habits. They went to an aquarium, Emma’s pick, with plans to spend the whole day there before hopping off to a nice restaurant after. Emma was seldom someone who got excited about things, especially not openly, but there was a noticeable sparkle in her eyes as she read facts off the many plaques and info plates set up for the visitors. “Sharks and other cartilaginous fish possess special sensory organs, called the ampullae of Lorenzini, which allow them to sense electromagnetic fields. Sharks are highly sensitive to these electromagnetic fields, and it’s been proposed by scientists that they sense the electromagnetic signals created by muscle contractions of their prey to aid in hunting.” To anyone else, it probably would’ve seemed like Emma had been forced to read that from a textbook, but Niel had picked up on her underlying enthusiasm. He had also picked up on something else. A slight squirm here, a shuffle there. It had been hours since she had first picked him up that morning, so it must’ve been quite some time since she visited a bathroom. He himself also was starting to need to go, especially surrounded by all this water. “Hey, I need to go to the bathroom real quick,” Niel had stated, expecting her to jump on the opportunity to go herself. “Sure thing. I’ll wait.” And wait she did. Even though she showed subtle signs of needing to pee, and Niel picked up on her discomfort, she didn’t voice her desire to go. Niel had gone to the bathroom and filled up again in the time it took her to finally join him on his second trip. It had been right as they were leaving the aquarium. They were passing right by the bathrooms, and Niel stopped. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick before we head out, if that’s alright.” Emma nodded, “Same here, gotta piss pretty bad.” She said it matter-of-factly, like she hadn’t just spent the last few hours putting off trip to the bathroom. It was the first time he noticed Emma’s weird habits, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last. A few dates later, it would come up again. Niel had picked Emma up from her job, and immediately noticed the bulge pressing against the waist of her jeans. He didn’t say anything, figuring she would go once they got to the theater for their movie date, but instead she bought herself a large drink and some popcorn and beelined it for their theater. Throughout the movie it was obvious she was struggling. Her thighs were pressed together, her breathing was strained at times, and she would occasionally nurse her bulging bladder with her hand. By the time the movie was over, Niel was positive she’d rush to the bathroom in a desperate dash, but instead she stood up calmly and threw out her finished drink and empty popcorn container before following him out of the theater. She was clearly getting unsteady on her feet, likely from the effort of walking and holding it at the same time, but she did nothing to voice her need. She managed to hold it all the way home, and even after Niel dropped her off, she didn’t once complain about her obvious need. They had a nice, long makeout session on her doorstep before she stepped inside, leaving him both aroused and puzzled. At first Niel thought it was a fetish. In fact, he was excited at the prospect, since he himself had a secret fascination with women holding it, and he himself participated in holding from time to time as well. However, through delicate prying as to not give away his true hopes or intentions, he discovered it was nothing of the sort. She just saw using the bathroom as a huge inconvenience and put it off for as long as her body would allow, even though he figured her full bladder would be more of an inconvenience. If there was some sort of deeper explanation behind it, linking back to her childhood or upbringing, she hadn’t mentioned it, and it really just seemed to be an odd quirk of her as a person. Even Emma mentioning that they were in a rush as for why she’d put off going was a flimsy excuse, since Niel himself had been planning on going, and they did have two bathrooms in their apartment. It wasn’t like she was going to struggle with her outfit either. Her fashion sense was function over form. She preferred t-shirts, pants, and hoodies over elaborate outfits at the forefront of fashion. Niel figured if he took the time to go, she would as well, but they were running late and he was somewhat excited. This trip would be the first time the two would be alone together for an extended period of time. Even after their relationship had developed to the point where they had moved in together, work and college and other obligations seldom gave them a day together, let alone a whole week. Niel had resolved that, at some point during this trip, he would witness the limits of Emma’s holding ability. Ema wouldn’t simply accompany him to the bathroom out of convenience, he would get her to the point where she would actively seek one of her own volition. He would find out how long it would take for her to stop putting it off and seriously search for a bathroom. He had planned until they were situated in their hotel room to begin thinking about that, but the situation had changed, and the opportunity had presented itself. “You’re right, we don’t have time, let’s go.” The two loaded up their bags in Emma’s car and piled in. Both of them enjoyed driving, but Emma’s car was far more roomy and utilitarian compared to Niel’s sports car. Much easier to stuff a couple of suitcases and carry-ons into the back of. It was also far more fuel-efficient, something that would help with their hour-long drive to the airport. The drive went by without much incident, not that Niel was honestly expecting anything to happen. He really wasn’t the kind of person who needed to pee right after waking up, and apparently neither was Emma. She had shown no indications of needing to go at all. Outside of that, they had made some small-talk, but Emma really wasn’t the kind of person who tried to carry on an empty conversation, and Niel had learned to appreciate the comfortable silences between them. Once they were at the airport, they quickly found the long-term parking and paid their fare before filing into the airport proper. Airports were always a chaotic mess to Niel, who rarely got the opportunity to fly, but Emma seemed to navigate it as naturally as she breathed. Niel followed her instructions to the letter, letting her take the lead and guide them through the bag check-in, getting them through the TSA lines, and guiding them to the correct gate. They managed to get there with some time to spare, and sat down to wait for their plane. Niel checked over Emma again, trying to gauge her need. He imagined she still wasn’t feeling much of anything, and her composure and posture seemed completely calm and collected. “The weather seems like it’s going to be pretty bad once we get there,” Emma stated, not looking up from her phone, “But tomorrow it should be clear. We should go to the beach then.” “Sounds like a plan,” Niel nodded, smiling at his girlfriend. Emma really did love the beach and sealife, and they didn’t live near the beach normally, so even though she didn’t sound all that excited, Niel knew better, “If tonight’s gonna be rainy, then we should stop by that restaurant I heard about. A nice meal indoors, and then we can head back to the hotel room and relax.” “Yes,” Emma agreed. It wasn’t long before they were boarding their flight. They went with economy class to save money, and neither Niel nor Emma seemed all that bothered about the idea of spending hours cramped in a tight space. Emma had packed a book with her and Niel opted to listen to some music, popping his earbuds in and pulling up a long playlist he had prepared specifically for the flight. It wasn’t until they were up in the air and had been flying for a while that Niel felt the first telltale signs of his bladder. It wasn’t urgent, it wasn’t even really a nag, but if he was feeling something, then perhaps Emma was as well. He glanced over, trying to gauge her level of comfort, but she seemed entirely engrossed in her book. She didn’t even notice him watching her. He glanced back out the window, watching the clouds go by as he felt the quiet hum of the plane through the seat. He was quite tired, and he had never been much of a morning person in the first place. He rested his head against the back of his seat and closed his eyes, drifting off. “Hey, wake up, we’re here.” For the second time that day, Niel found himself being gently prodded awake by his girlfriend. Emma observed him to make sure he was up before standing up and stretching. Niel did the same thing, only to stop suddenly when he felt his bladder nag him. It wasn’t bad, but he was definitely feeling the effects of skipping the trip to the bathroom that morning. He glanced over at Emma, seeing if she would show any outward signs that she was in the same boat, but she merely calmly stretched, reaching up to grab their luggage from the overhead and handing Niel his bag before they began disembarking. Leaving the airport was much easier than navigating it, and after a short mishap where they accidentally grabbed someone else’s luggage-- In Niel’s defense, it looked exactly like his, they were out into the city proper. The bustling activity around them was a far cry from the quaint suburbia where they lived. Niel’s eyes sparkled as he looked around, trying to spot familiar buildings or recognizable landmarks, but as it turned out, that was a lot harder to do when you were surrounded by the highways and tall buildings of the airport. The two hailed a taxi, something Niel always wanted to do, and asked to be taken to their hotel. Emma had to correct him on the address, rolling her eyes at his childish enthusiasm at taking a taxi, but soon the two were on their way. It was at this point that Emma first showed any outward signs of needing to pee. It was short, something Niel doubted he would’ve picked up on if he hadn’t been paying attention to her at the time. She pressed her thighs together longer than normal and shook her leg slightly before relaxing. By the time they got to the hotel and settled down, Niel definitely had to go pee. He wouldn’t go as far as saying he was desperate or anything. He did have quite the bladder capacity, but it was definitely a noticeable need. Emma, on the other hand, wasn’t giving any indication of being uncomfortable. Instead, she seemed to be scrolling through her phone again. “So, aside from the restaurant, did you want to do anything, or did you just want to relax here?” Emma asked. “No, we can do something,” Niel answered, “But I guess it’s going to be raining, so just walking around might not be the best idea.” “There’s a pretty popular candy factory near here, they make saltwater taffy and give tours where you can see them make it,” Emma pointed out, “Thought it looked interesting.” “Well, if you want to go, then we can,” Niel nodded. Emma nodded once and the two stood up, heading to leave. Emma seemed to pause, though, pressing her legs together again and shuffling them slightly. Clearly she was feeling full, but she didn’t so much as glance at the bathrooms before they headed off. A hop, skip, and a taxi ride later, and the two were at the factory, joining a long line of people waiting for the tours, apparently it was a popular tourist attraction. The wait in line wasn’t too bad, but Niel couldn’t help but notice that it seemed to heighten Emma’s need. She was more restless than normal, shuffling her legs a bit more than usual, pressing her thighs together more. All subtle things, and Niel would’ve missed them if he had been distracted, but he knew Emma enough to know that she was filling up. He was too, but it wasn’t too bad and he wasn’t about to give her the opportunity to accompany him. The tour itself was rather lackluster. A bored-sounding tour guide took them through each room, practically reading straight off the info cards laid out for the guests. It was the standard stuff. The founder of the company built it from the ground up based off of his grandfather’s taffy recipe and turned it into the household name it was today. They talked about the difficulty of preserving the quality and texture of the taffy through transport, and the various technological advancements that made it possible. Niel kept glancing over at Emma to gauge either her reaction or her need to pee, but neither were obvious. If she was disappointed or satisfied with the tour, it didn’t show on her face, and despite her earlier struggle with the line, she seemed to have regained her composure, and was now easily masking what little desperation she might have been feeling. The best part of the tour came at the end. The free samples they handed out to their patrons. They also got to look around the giftshop afterwards, where they bought more of the taffy and drinks to help wash it down. By the time the tour was out, it was raining pretty hard. Niel was feeling the effects of both the sound of the rain, as well as the large drink in his hands, and he was positive Emma must’ve been in a similar boat. Still, she carried herself with the same calm poise that she normally had, and the two quickly called a taxi and set a course for the restaurant Niel had heard about. “Ah, Mista’s? Yeah, great place. Great food. Ah, but it’s pretty crowded around this time of night, hope you don’t mind a wait.” The cab driver had been correct. By the time they got to the restaurant, the tables were packed and there were a few parties in front of them. Neither Niel nor Emma seemed to mind, however. Emma merely sat down at the waiting area, crossing her legs as she did so. Niel did so as well, shuffling his legs and trying to get comfortable with his filling bladder. “You okay?” Emma asked, looking over at him, “You haven’t gone to the bathroom all day.” “I’m fine,” Niel reassured her, “Besides, you haven’t either. Don’t you have to go?” Niel figured he’d address it outright, now that the conversation had turned that way. “A little, but I’m fine, I can wait,” Emma replied, “You know me.” “Yeah,” Niel nodded, still a little surprised at her blazen disregard for her own body’s needs. Sure, he was doing the same thing, but he was doing so as a reaction to Emma’s own attitude towards relieving herself. She was doing it purposefully, and for seemingly no reason. He thought to press the issue further, but before he could, their names were called and they were ushered back to a table. It was near the back of the restaurant, close to the bathrooms, and Niel wondered if Emma would give in and go simply due to their proximity. Instead, however, once they ordered their drinks and the waiter gave them time to look over the menu, Emma simply straightened herself and spared the toilets a passing glance before studying the menu, showing no signs of getting up. “What sounds good to you?” Niel asked, “I’m thinking the smoked salmon burger with the Calabrian chile sauce.” “I’ll probably get the pasta alla gricia with the caprese salad,” Emma answered. The two placed their orders and as they waited, Niel noticed Emma’s inherent restlessness. It was clear that, in spite of how casually she had dismissed needing to go earlier, that she was getting quite uncomfortable. She wasn’t squirming in desperation, but her movements were stiff, and she seemed to adjust her position every few minutes to try to find some semblance of comfort. Niel cursed the fact that they were sitting across from each other at the table. He wanted to see if her bladder was noticeable yet. Their meals came and as they sipped their drinks and ate their food, Niel and Emma began chatting about their plans for the week. Beach tomorrow, probably some aimless sightseeing the next day, then while looking around they could pinpoint and plan specific things the next few days. After that, they were headed back home. “It’s nice to get away from work,” Emma replied suddenly before taking another bite of her pasta. “I thought you liked your new job?” Niel asked, “You really like the aquarium, so I figured you had a lot of fun there.” “I do, but, you know,” Emma replied, “People are dumb sometimes. Plus some things can be a pain.” Niel didn’t think Emma was going to elaborate on either of those, so instead he nodded, “Yeah, I can see that. I guess it’s nice to get away from classes too, right?” Emma nodded in agreement, “Too much math.” Niel smiled. He didn’t hate math nearly as much as Emma did, but he wasn’t about to argue with that sentiment. The two continued eating, and soon they had finished their respective meals. Once again, Niel turned his attention to Emma, and her subtle desperation. She had one hand reaching down under the table, and Niel seriously wondered if she was holding herself discreetly or rubbing her full bladder with it. He wouldn’t get to see, though. Once they paid, they stood up and Emma’s discomfort seemingly vanished as she stood up and stretched. “Let’s go back to the hotel room,” she stated, and Niel couldn’t agree more. A short taxi ride back, spent with Niel fruitlessly trying to spot a hint of Emma’s growing desperation, and the two were heading up to their hotel room. Niel was a bit disappointed, figuring the second they were back there’d be no reason for either of them not to go, and that that was the last he’d see of Emma’s full bladder. However, as they were walking down the hall, Emma stopped abruptly. She drew in a sharp breath, and clamped her thighs together. “You okay?” “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Emma nodded, closing her eyes for a second longer before relaxing and returning to her normal stride. She had clearly been overcome with a sharp wave of desperation, but instead of admitting it and making a mad dash down the hall back to their hotel room, she merely walked the rest of the way. Niel unlocked the hotel room door and expected Emma to beeline to the bathroom, but instead she plopped herself down onto the couch and patted the spot next to her. “Come on, I’m pretty tired, we should relax a bit.” While Niel was never opposed to the idea of cuddling with his girlfriend, the fact that she was still willing to hold on, despite there being a very accessible and very open bathroom right behind the couch she was sitting on baffled him, especially given her desperate outburst earlier. Niel himself was feeling uncomfortably full, and there was no way she wasn’t equally as desperate. Still, Niel wasn’t about to encourage her to use the bathroom, especially since his goal was to see just how long she could hold out. It had been at least 12 hours since this morning, and she hadn’t even gone then, so there was no telling how long they had been holding it. Niel sat down and tried to find a position where his full bladder wouldn’t bother him too much, and the two cuddled up next to each other. Niel could feel Emma squirm and wriggle underneath him, all her subtle movements amplified through their touch. He could hear her breathing slightly heavier than normal, and he could feel her shifting around. He could also clearly see her swollen bladder, bulging out against her waistband, undoubtedly making her very uncomfortable. Yet despite that, she didn’t show any desire to get up and use the bathroom, even though there was one right behind her. The contact and very idea that his girlfriend was so desperate to pee turned Niel on, and either through his own touch or her own inherent arousal, the two began making out. Both of them made careful movements, each nursing their own full bladders, as they locked lips and ran their hands down each other’s bodies. They had some fun exploring, but stopped before starting anything serious. Niel himself wasn’t about to do anything with his bladder as full as it was, and Emma seemed comfortable stopping where they did. It was uncharacteristic of her to not go in for the kill, so to speak, so clearly she must’ve been feeling the effects of her bladder as well. “I’m going to go take a shower,” she stated, and Niel nodded. A whole day with her not peeing. That was good enough for him. Although she didn’t state her intentions of going, there was no way Emma wouldn’t pee before getting into the shower. Just the idea of having to take a shower with his full bladder made Niel shudder in desperation. Yet as Emma emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel, the bulge of her full bladder was still clearly visible, and Niel hadn’t heard the toilet flush either. The thought excited Niel so much that, now that it was his turn to use the shower, he managed to take care of business without peeing himself, and emerged from the bathroom still full, but refreshed. “I’m tired, come to bed with me,” Emma asked, and Niel agreed. The two crawled into bed in their current state of undress, and cuddled up next to each other. As Niel shifted around uncomfortably due to his full bladder, he wondered if he’d be able to slip off in the middle of the night to pee without Emma joining him. But something made him dislike that idea. Part of him wanted to see if he could hold out as long as her, and another part of him felt that this was some sort of unspoken battle of honor, and that resorting to such a dirty tactic would be unbecoming of him. He highly doubted Emma was actually holding it because he was, but he still resolved not to go before she did. Speaking of Emma and her own full bladder, she was very clearly desperate, especially now that she was laying down. Niel could feel and hear the shuffle of the sheets as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, and her breathing was strained as she struggled to hold it in. Niel wondered if she’d be able to get to sleep at all, or if, now that she was in bed and her need to pee was ever-present, if she’d finally give in and go. Still, after a few moments, her motions settled down, and were replaced with a light snoring. Niel himself found sleep coming easier despite his full bladder, perhaps the day had worn him out, but as his eyelids grew heavy, he focused on the sleeping form of his girlfriend next to him and drifted off to sleep as well. “Hey, wake up.” Niel’s eyes shot open and the first thing he noticed was how badly he needed to pee. The next thing he noticed was that Emma was sitting on the bed next to him, squirming and shuffling her legs back and forth desperately. “Hey Ems,” he smiled, “What time is it?” “10:30,” she answered, “Figured I’d let you sleep in today. I know you hate mornings.” Niel got up and winced as his bladder yelled in protest. He was definitely bursting. Yet, at the same time, so was Emma, who could barely sit still. There was no reason for her not to have gone to the bathroom by now, other than her strange desire to hold off for seemingly as long as possible. “The hotel has breakfast in the lobby until 11. We should head down there before it’s too late.” Niel nodded and the two got dressed. Niel had some difficulties with his pants, but Emma was clearly struggling with hers, taking in a sharp breath and wincing as she fastened the button of her jeans right over her bladder bulge. As they made their way down to the breakfast hall, she more shuffled than walked as she kept her thighs pressed together, and Niel was sure she was going to give in any minute now and head to the restroom in the hotel lobby. Instead, she managed to grab her food without garnering much suspicion and sat down, crossing her legs tightly as they prepared to eat. Niel himself was dying to pee by this point, but once again as a matter of pride, he resolved to hold on until Emma gave in. “So, I checked the weather again this morning,” Emma smiled, “It’s still clear, so we can still head to the beach. I’ve already packed out swimsuits in this bag. There should be a changing room there.” Niel nodded, though between his own bladder and the knowledge that Emma had to be bursting by now, he could barely focus on their plans for the day. He winced as he finished off his orange juice, and was amazed when Emma grabbed her own glass, chugging hers without a hint of discomfort. Without stopping to use the bathroom first, the two left the hotel and piled into another taxi. Emma had regained a semblance of composure, but Niel was seriously doubting whether they’d make it through the drive to the beach dry. Emma definitely seemed worse for wear. Her breathing was ragged, she had a hand jammed between her legs, and her thighs were pressed together around it Niel swore she was cutting off the circulation to her fingers. He wasn’t in much better shape, but through careful control of his breathing and shifting to find the right position, he managed to mitigate his desperation. Finally, the two half-hobbled, half-stood as they piled out of the taxi, and Niel was instantly hit with the sound of the crashing waves. Emma seemed to notice this too, and practically doubled over as she squeezed her eyes shut. She finally righted herself and drew in the smell of the sea. “The changing booth is over there, let’s go.” Going from relatively tight jeans to the looser waistband of his swim trunks was a blessing to Niel, and he was sure Emma was feeling similar relief. She emerged from the woman’s side shortly after, wearing the most girly outfit Niel had ever seen her in. It was a pink bikini with a frilled skirt around the bottom, and a modest but still revealing top. Her exposed belly did nothing to hide her bulging bladder, and she seemed restless as she headed over to him. “I’m gonna take a piss before we go swimming, my bladder’s about to explode here,” she stated, motioning to her swollen abdomen. “Sounds good, I gotta go do,” Niel admitted, though that was a bit of an understatement. Still, he had finally done it. It took a day and a half, but Emma finally acknowledged her body’s needs before he did. They arrived at the bathrooms and, to Emma’s visible dismay, there was a line for the lady’s side. Luckily for Niel, the men’s side was open, and he went in and finally relieved himself. It was a blissful experience, and he let out a contented sigh as he placed a hand over his now empty bladder. Once he emerged, however, he noticed Emma had not been so fortunate. She had barely moved up in the line, and as soon as she saw Niel come out, she headed over to him. “Let’s go,” Emma replied, “hurry.” “Huh, but don’t you need to-” Before Niel could finish his sentence, Emma tugged him along and they hurried along the sand, finding a relatively secluded place. Emma set down her bag and looked around nervously. “Cover for me, I’m gonna pee behind these rocks.” “Huh? You can’t do that here, if we get caught…” “Niel, please,” Emma looked over at him, desperation clear in her voice, “I’m about to explode, here. I haven’t gone since yesterday. I’m at my limit! There’s no way I’m making it through that line dry.” “Okay, try to hurry,” Niel replied, looking around. He tried to block Emma from anyone else’s view as she squatted down. Almost immediately, she erupted like a geyser. A hot, powerful torrent of pee shot out of her and sprayed against the rocks. Emma bit her lip as she held back a near orgasmic moan of relief as she finally gave into her body’s needs. Niel had just peed himself, but he had nothing on her in terms of force as her stream left her. The hot urine struck the rocks and flowed down in rivulettes, turning the pale grey rocks dark in streaks as it wet the surface. Emma placed a hand on her still-swollen bladder as it emptied and visibly shrunk as she peed, throwing her head back and letting out another blissful sigh. She peed for what felt like an eternity before her flow started to taper off. A few more spurts as she pushed the rest of her pee out of her, and she finally stopped. Pulling up her bikini bottoms, she looked around, satisfied that no one but Niel had seen her display. “Thanks, Niel, I seriously couldn’t hold it anymore.” Niel wanted to ask her why she had held it on for as long as she did in the first place, but he doubted she’d give him a clear answer. Instead, she watched her finish setting up their stuff and run off towards the water, waving him on with a subdued smile. She was an enigma, through and through, but as Niel followed her into the water, he realized that was part of why he loved her so much. - The End -
  11. Some of the more extreme desperation of my myself I've caught on tape. I couldn't even stand up straight! signal-2022-08-02-01-11-16-968.mp4
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    Eimi wanted to give you a surprise, but she didn't know you would take an extra day on your work trip. So she held for two days straight! Still, although she is way past her limit she can't help but want to fuck you before she even thinks about letting a drop out! Musashi Commed this one and developed the plot! ❤️
  13. Hey! Been a while since I've posted anything here that wasn't Fill-Me, but me and @Bees wrote a story together! I am orange, he is blue. (I assume the colors show up?) There is a while until the desperation starts, but it does start eventually, I promise! (Also I know cave means cellar in French, but I thought the title was too good of a coincidence regardless) “Come on… how come you made it so easily?” Said Em, a small, 20 year old girl, who was particularly frustrated with herself. “Probably because I’m closer than you, haha! I just realized! You think that’s cheating?” The taller, bustier girl, named Ala said. She stepped back a bit, and tossed an empty water bottle toward a trash can that was across the room, from the cluttered table the two best friends stood beside. The bottle made it in cleanly, and Ala laughed. “Looks like I’m just better!” She giggled. Em stuck out her tongue, focused on the trashcan, and tossed another bottle over, for it to miss. “It doesn’t matter Em. You done packing?” Ala asked, stuffing a few items from the table into a backpack. Em turned around, and zipped up her backpack. “Oh, wait! No I’m not!” She unzipped it again, and threw a few packaged granola bars in. “Ah wait, if you’re worried about getting hungry, just bring a protein shake or something. It’ll fit better.” Ala said, handing her friend one. “Oh, okay! Good thinking. This is gonna be so cool! Camping out in a cave… you sure we’re allowed to do this?” Em asked, zipping her backpack up for the fourth time today. “Yeah, as long as we don’t ‘ruin’ it, which is vague enough that we should be fine. You didn’t bring spray cans, did you?” Ala asked. “Oh, please! If either of us were going to vandalize it, it would be you!” Em joked. The two laughed. Ala grabbed a sack with a portable tent, and carried it along with her backpack. The two loaded their things into Ala’s car, and started talking about the cave as they made sure they had everything. “So… you think there’ll be colorful gems and crystals?” Em asked. “I doubt it, those would have been collected. I’m sure there’ll be cool rock formations, though! Plus, camping in a cave is way cooler than in a forest or whatever!” Ala said. “Yeah! No chance of a bear attack either!” Em said, sighing in relief. “Like that would even happen!” Ala laughed. || Em laughed with her. Short for Emilie, she was a short, skinny French girl with light blonde hair that almost reached her ass. She had breasts that most would consider kind of small, but she didn’t mind so much. She wore black, thick-rimmed square glasses and for this trip, had on a white short-cut t-shirt and light purple shorts, as well as some comfortable running shoes. She didn’t want to go out in anything fancy that would just hurt her feet. She had a cute blue bow in her hair. She typically put something in her hair to spice up her look, as she was fairly into fashion. Her bra straps were peeking out the top of her t-shirt, just as white as the shirt itself. Her purple eyes sparkled in the sunlight as she laughed. Ala looked down at her and smiled. She had always been the taller one, even when they were kids. Now 21, a year older than Em, that was still true. She was also busty. Bustier than she would like some days, since her breasts could get in the way, but she was overall happy with her G-cups. She was definitely born more naturally gifted than Emilie, although her pale skin, caused by her not going out much, was absolutely another noticeable difference. This was her first time camping in a while, whereas Em had done it multiple times before. Just… never in a cave. Ala was wearing a yellow t-shirt, a darker colour than Em’s hair, though not by much. It had a dark blue trim that looked black in most lightings,and she had a skirt to match the trim, with white stripes going along it lengthways. On her feet, just some black sandals, nothing special. Her striking blue hair was put up into 2 short pigtails. She also wasn’t wearing underwear, as was typical for her. She was not only overconfident, she was also flippant. Her philosophy was ‘They won’t see it. And if they do, who cares? It’s just a part of the body’. “Y’know,” Em said, “You should be nice to me,” her high, accented voice told her tall friend, “Most of this equipment is mine.” She giggled. Ala did too. “True, true,” she said, “But you needed me to help you reach it.” “It’s not my fault you put it up so high when you needed to move it!!” Emilie complained. The two girls were roommates, so Em usually entrusted Ala to reach the shelves she couldn’t. The pale girl wasn’t MUCH taller, but there was a noticeable difference. “Sounds like the excuse a short person would give,” Ala teased, booping the shorter girl on the nose. Em grumbled a bit, which they both laughed about as Em started the car. They both agreed that Em should drive them to the campsite. Since Ala barely left the house, the car’s driver’s side settings were already tailored to Em’s height, and Ala didn’t really feel like adjusting it. They both drove, though Em’s car was in the garage since it had been raining, so they took Ala’s. “You sure you don’t want to drive?” Em asked. “Yeah,” Ala said, “You’re so short, I couldn’t squeeze myself into such a tight space.” She giggled. “True,” Em said, “You’d be all squished in, it’d be funny to see… your boobs would touch the steering wheel!” She laughed. Ala laughed with her. They were good friends, they teased each other a lot, but they both knew it was in good fun. They also had decided that they had to take the car to the campsite, since it was a little while from their house. Not TOO far, but they certainly wouldn’t have wanted to walk. On their way, both girls talked with each other about all sorts of things - sports, camping, TV, even the other cars going along the road. After about 10 minutes of driving, they finally arrived at the trail that had the cave. It wasn’t a forest, per se, but it had some trees going along the path until the cave, which was lesser known. The trail had a sign, but very few people ever even saw it, since it wasn’t visible from the road. It was a good thing Ala knew where to stop, because if they had kept going they would have missed it. “Well, here we are!” Ala said, getting out of the car, Em following close behind. “And if it wasn’t for me, you would’ve missed it!” She said. Em stuck her tongue out at her and Ala laughed. “Alright, let’s go!” || The two grabbed their stuff from the car, the tent equipment, sleeping bags, a large pack of water bottles, some shakes, their backpacks… this was too much for one trip. “It’s fine, let’s just bring half the stuff for now, and hope the other half doesn’t get stolen while we’re in there.” Ala said. The two walked, backpacks on their back, Ala holding the pack of water bottles, Em holding a speaker that she would play music from later. They walked toward the cave entrance. “It’s awfully dark down there…” Em noticed. “I brought a spotlight for us, we’ll be able to see. Well, it’s still in the car, but we’ll be able to see after the second trip.” Ala said. The two walked through the dark cave, Em shining her phone’s flashlight around. They both looked at the cave formations, stalactites above them, stalagmites around them, the walls were rough, but shiny. “Do you know where we’re even going?” Em asked. “Yep! I planned the area out in advance. There’s a large open area… this way!” Ala said, pivoting on the spot. Em nearly tripped to keep up with her. The two reached the area, and Em giggled. “What?” Ala asked. “Well, you need to see to put up the tent, right?” Em asked. “Ugghh, I see where you’re going with this.” Ala said. Em giggled again. “So I get to stand here and watch while you put up the whole tent by yourself! Haha, shoulda brought the li~ight!” Em joked. Ala kneeled down, and started hammering the tent into a particularly soil-y area of cave floor. Em bit her lip, guiltily staring at Ala’s ass as she bent over. There wasn’t a draft down here, so Ala probably wasn’t thinking about the fact that she was flashing herself at her friend. “Well, it’s up now. Let’s go get the rest of our things, alright?” Ala said, standing up, and wiping her forehead, as if she just did a lot of work. “Hey Ala… you know how you were bent over setting up that tent?” Em said, snickering. “Yeah?” “And… how you don’t usually wear underwear?” Em giggled. Ala’s eyes opened wide, and her face flushed red. Em laughed, Ala smiled. “Oh well, I’m sure you probably enjoyed yourself then, huh? Are your panties wet?” Ala asked, reaching over and pulling Em’s pants down. “H-hey!! They aren’t, thank you very much! If you want them to be, you’re gonna have to do more than just bend down!” Em said. Ala smirked, as Em pulled her pants up. The two weren’t necessarily dating, as much as they were friends who were open about how cute they thought the other was, how they get turned on by each other, and hang out all the time, and live together… not dating at all! They both got back to the car, and grabbed the rest of their stuff. “Are we just gonna leave it here? What if it rains again?” Em asked. “Ehhh, it’ll be fine. The cave entrance is too small for a car anyway. We don’t really have a choice.” Ala said. She took a sip from a bottle of water she brought with her. “I could totally dump this whole bottle on the car, and it would be fine.” Ala said. “Pff! That’s… not even close to getting rained on, stupid!” Em said, giggling. Ala gave her a playful shove, knocking her to the ground. Em leaned forward, looking upwards. “Hey! I didn’t shove you so you could look up my skirt!” Ala said, covering herself and stepping back. Em laughed, and stood back up. || “Well, you certainly make it inviting~!” Em cooed, making Ala blush a little more, giving her a playful punch in the arm. The two chuckled and walked back into the cave, returning to the spot they had set up their tent. “So, what do you think is in this cave?” Em asked, “I mean, besides what we can see, of course.” “I don’t know,” Ala admitted, “Maybe we’ll see some bats later tonight?” “Oh, that would be great!” Em said, a smile coming across her face. She was always fascinated by nature and wild animals. She would often take hikes in the French wilderness before she even met Ala, this was definitely more her kind of thing than Ala’s. “Hey, Al,” Em said. “Hm?” Ala looked at her. “What is it?” she asked. Emilie was giggling, stifling a full-on laugh as she said, “I thought you wanted to get out more to be less pale, if anything living in a cave will make you MORE of a vampire!” She laughed. Ala punched her in the arm again, playfully. “Hey, at least I can touch the top of the cave!” The taller girl giggled, doing just that. “Hey, I can too!” Em said, reaching up, and jumping, so she just barely grazed the top of the cave. Ala laughed. “Nicely done.” The giggles continued. “Whatever,” Em said, before grabbing some water bottle for both of them. Handing one to Ala, both girls walked further into the cave, lighting the way as they went. “Oooh, look!” Ala called out, pointing at something. “What?” Em asked, “What is it?” She brought the flashlight towards it and noticed an interesting rock formation. Taking a large sip of water, she smiled and observed it. “Ooooh…” She took some pictures, then stood up, and the two continued to walk. After a little while of walking, joking, and noting any pretty rocks they saw, Ala realized something. “Hey Em?” she asked. “Yeah?” Em asked. “Uh… did we remember to leave a trail or anything back to our tent?” “Of course we…” Em’s face went blank. “...Nom de Dieu!” She exclaimed, looking around with the flashlight. “Hey, it’ll be fine!” Ala said, “How big could this cave be, really?” “Well, we’ve been walking for 35 minutes, according to my phone,” Em said, looking at the time her phone displayed, “And there’s still more left… so I think TOO big is the answer.” “I’m sure we can find our way back,” Ala said. “How?” Em asked, “Every part of this cave looks the same.” “Well, I’m sure we’ll find a way… somehow…” Ala looked around. Unfortunately, Em was right. It looked pretty much identical to every other part of the cave. “We should look for notable rock formations, we’ve found a couple of those, right?” “Yeah,” Em said, taking a deep breath. “We’ll be fine… J'espère.” || The two walked, Em looking around for notable rock formations, Ala grabbing another water bottle from her backpack. Em left hers by the tent. “Can I have a bottle of water? Désolé, I left my backpack at the tent.” Em requested. Ala smiled and handed one to her. “What time is it?” Ala asked. Em swiped downward on the phone she was using as a flashlight. “7:03. Why?” Em asked. “Ah, just wondering. Hmmm… if we don’t find our tent, we may have to just lay down on the ground.” Ala said. “Hmmm… that might not be too bad, I know what I’m using as a pillow!” Em said, poking Ala’s large chest. “Hey! Cut that out!” Ala said, blushing. “Be honest… do you really want me to cut that out?” Em asked. Ala turned redder, laughing nervously. “That’s what I thought…” Em said, using her finger to trace a circle around where one of Ala’s nipples would be. She took another sip from her water, and got back to looking. “Well… I definitely recognize all of these, but that’s because this is where we just came from… I think we’re going in circles.” Em said. Ala looked around. “What do we do if we can’t find our way out?” Ala asked. “Well… let’s not be hasty! We came here to camp out anyway, so it’s not like we’re in a rush to leave! I’d like to get to the tent, but we’re not much worse off, right? If we get lost for a few days… we’ll probably have to call 911… but let’s not do that yet!!” Em said. Ala nodded. “Yeah, that feels unnecessary. We’ll find the tent soon!” She said, looking to the side, guiltily. ‘I have to do everything I can to keep us on this level, though. Em doesn’t realize we’re deeper down, she’ll never find the tent here. As long as we stay on this level…’ “Hey, this looks familiar! You think it’s down this corridor?” Em asked. “Hmmm… maybe! Let’s check!” || The duo walked in circles. Ala knew exactly where the exit was. She saw it a few times, but didn’t say anything. She hoped that Em wouldn’t panic, but she was known for being fairly calm under pressure. She maybe got mad sometimes, but that was mainly due to her clumsiness. “Hmm…” Em looked over at Ala. “I can’t seem to find anything this way.” She looked at the time again. “It’s been another 20 minutes!” She was starting to feel the need to pee, but wanted to wait until they were out. She didn’t bring it up yet, instead trying to distract herself by thinking about what was under Ala’s skirt. Ala was starting to feel the need too, but she didn’t mention it either. She was waiting for a particular moment to do so. She smiled, looking down at her roommate, friend, and DEFINITELY NOT lover, walking over and playing with her hair a bit. “How do you keep this so nice?” she asked. “Oh,” Em blushed, “You know how, you’ve seen my shampoo!” “I can’t use that stuff,” Ala said. “Why?” Em asked, “Because it freezes if it reaches high altitudes?” She giggled. “Nah,” Ala smirked, “Because my hair’s not built like yours,” she said, “It tangles.” “Yeah, I’m really lucky,” Em said. She pressed her legs together a bit, making Ala blush. She really hoped that if she got wet it wouldn’t be too obvious. It might drip down onto the cave floor. They might trip over it. She blushed harder at the thought, but didn’t let Em see. The duo kept walking, Em trying not to let on that she had to piss, and Ala trying to get her as desperate as she could, trying not to drip cum onto the cave floor. “Ngh… w-we’ve been going in circles for deux heures!” Em complained, her knees buckling a little. “I know,” Ala said, “Maybe we should stop and rest. Here, you want some water?” she asked. Em squirmed. “N-no thanks! I’m over-hydrated already.” “You sure?” Ala asked. “Yes, I’m sure!” Em told her. “Well then,” Ala shrugged, “More for me!” ‘It’ll all end up in the same place anyway,’ she thought, as she finished the bottle. || Em kept searching, trying to look for different branches to go into, but continued not making progress. There was a point where she almost went upwards, but Ala pointed out that the cave was in a mountain, and that probably led to an even higher level. Em agreed, not wanting to introduce even more confusion, or possibile wrong routes. Ala sighed. “What time is it now? Probably around 9, right? I think we should just call it quits for today, and sleep. Maybe we’ll see some light tomorrow morning that can lead us out.” Ala said. She made sure from a previous visit that this wasn’t the case. “Nnn… I really want to find the tent before going to sleep…” Em asked. Ala could see that she was desperate, she wasn’t doing a good job of hiding it at all. Ala’s panties would have been more than damp if she was wearing any. She even noticed a few drops on the ground as they circled. “It seems pretty unlikely. We should just take a rest.” Ala said, her own legs getting pretty tired. Not to mention, she probably had to pee even more than Em did, but unlike the short french girl, was actually hiding it well. Em bounced in place. “N-No, I c-can’t just rest here, we need to get back to the tent!!” Em whined. Ala smirked. “Why? You seemed so eager to use my breasts as a pillow, why the change of heart?” Ala asked, pushing her chest out a bit, flaunting her gifted breasts. Em stared, but turned around quickly. Her hands twitched occasionally. She bounced up and down when she wasn’t walking. “Haha… are you too desperate to admit you have to pee?” Ala asked. Em frowned. “I…I-I just didn’t think I needed to bring it up!!” Em said, finally grabbing herself, now that the secret was out. “That’s unfortunate, but we need to sleep. We’re too tired to make any progress. We’ll look tomorrow morning.” Ala said. Em bounced in place, not trying to hide her desperation any more. “You aren’t the kind of person to wet the bed, are you? I’d rather you didn’t pee on me!” Ala said, though… Em losing control all over her would be super hot… “I won’t! Hah… it’s just… a bit uncomfortable!” Em said, bouncing on one leg. “A bit, huh?” Ala said, smirking. “Oh, don’t act all tough just because you don’t have to pee! Trust me, with all the water you drank, you’ll have to go by tomorrow morning for sure! Certitude!” Em said. Ala shrugged. “I’ll just hold it and not complain. Now…” Ala laid down on the cave floor. “You wanna just lay down, or spoon?” Ala teased, seeing the frustration in Em’s face. || “Spoon? W-with a full bladder? I’m not sure that’s a great idea,” she said, thinking about Ala’s arms wrapped around her, accidentally squeezing her bladder. Ala was thinking about the same thing, only hers wasn’t accidental. “Besides,” Em continued, reaching over and flipping Ala’s skirt up, “Then I won’t get to stare at your pussy!” “So you HAVE been staring!” Ala said. “Well, makes sense, it’s at about face level for you,” she joked, patting Em’s head condescendingly. Em stuck her tongue out at her. “H-hey, give me a break! J'ai besoin de pisser!” Em told her. “It’s so cute when you slip into French,” Ala said, giggling. She got down on the cave floor and patted the floor beside her. “C’mon,” she said, “If you stay up ogling me all night, you won’t get enough sleep.” “True,” Em said, laying down beside her friend, kicking her shoes off to at least try and make herself more comfortable. “There we go,” Ala said, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl, “Isn’t that so much nicer?” she asked. Laying down, being horizontal, meant that she could much more easily hide how wet she was getting from Em’s desperation. Em was squirming, holding herself, breathing deeply and shakily, and overall being cute about how desperate she was. It was like she knew, and was playing it up for Ala. But Ala never told Em about her fetish, so there was no way she could’ve known. The absolute heaven of Emilie holding a huge tank full of pee, spooning with her, and squirming hard. Ala soon fell asleep, dreaming of the two being on a river, Emilie naked, whimpering, squirming hard, her legs crossed over each other, begging her to let her piss, but she just shook her head, pouring a bottle of water out in front of her, making the smaller girl whimper… the cutest sound of all… Ala woke up cumming. She put a hand over her mouth to stifle the loud moan she was about to release. She shook as she orgasmed, realizing something. She had been pressing her hand against Em’s bladder. She had *actually* produced that whimper. That made it even hotter! She finally finished cumming and looked at Em’s face. Still asleep. She sighed in relief, looking at the floor. It was pitch black, it must’ve been 2-3 am, so she couldn’t tell if anything was visible. She’d find out in the morning. She went back to sleep again, Em’s head resting gently on her massive chest. || Em awoke, inhaling sharply and suddenly. Her hands shot down between her legs. Her eyes closed, her teeth pressed against each other, her legs pressed against each other, she gripped tightly with her sphincter muscles, as she felt her desperation for the first time since last night. Some of her dreams were desperate, but it wasn’t a huge deal generally. She felt the need for the first time in hours, and had a tough time holding the pee back at first. Ala was woken up by Em’s struggle. Ala’s eyes opened wide as she felt her own bladder act up. She put a hand between her legs, struggling along with Em for a moment. After about 20 seconds, Em exhaled deeply. “I need to go so baaad!! And you do too, clearly!!” Em said, seeing Ala holding herself. Ala nodded. “I do need to pee, yeah…” she tried downplaying it, but it was obvious she was very desperate. She was still holding on desperately, even as Em calmed back down. “Oh! One of us leaked in our sleep!” Em said, noticing a puddle on the ground by them. Ala blushed, but hid her face. She moved back a bit, and Em noticed a few strings of liquid sticking to her. In fact, there was a darker stain on her skirt. “Oh, it was definitely you! Haha, I told you you’d be desperate!” Em said. She then realized something was strange regarding the puddle. She looked back down, focusing on the strings. “Why… what? That’s not… w-wait… Ala? What’s…?” Em turned to her friend, who blushed deeply. Em had a huge smile on her face. “I must have rubbed against your breasts… or touched your chatte or something, right?” Em asked. Ala sighed. “I… I guess now is as good a time as ever…” she said. If she was honest with herself, she wasn’t as nervous, or embarrassed… as she was excited. “I… have a fetish, for… pee holding.” Ala said. Em’s eyes opened wide. A huge smile formed on her face. “Y-you mean this is turning you on? Waouh!! Incroyable! J-Je suis vraiment enthousiaste!!” Em exclaimed. Ala smiled happily. “I’m glad you’re okay with it!! I was a little worried you’d be grossed out by it…” she said. At this point, both girls, while squirming, had composed themselves. “I’m just happy to turn you on! I don’t have anything, like énorme breasts… to do so otherwise…” Em said. Ala ruffled her hair. “You’re really sweet, and cute… and horny… that’s enough, really!” Ala said. The two smiled at each other for a bit, both squirming, and holding themselves. “Ooh!! What if we… hold each other?” Em asked. Ala blushed hard, eyes widening. “You mean…” Ala took her hand away, feeling the pressure on the other side, with nothing holding it back, before she felt Em’s hand reach over, and grab at Ala’s pussy. Em took her hand away from herself, and Ala hesitated, before sticking it between Em’s legs. Ala felt Em’s hand against her bare skin, where Em was still wearing her shorts. They looked into each other’s eyes. For a moment, Ala thought about her plan. She and Em were having an honest, open moment with each other, and Ala couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that she was still lying to Em. She was the reason they hadn’t left yet, and were both desperate… and still had more planned. For a moment, while staring into her friend's eyes, Ala considered dropping the plan. Then Em started rubbing Ala’s clit. “HAH!!! E-Em!! Nnnn… n-now’s n-not the t-time!!! I-I’m gonna e-explode!!” Ala yelled, taking her hand away from Em’s pussy, and shoving both between her legs. Em gasped, and reached both of her hands between her legs as well. “I… I am t-too!!” Em said. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, trying to regain her composure. “N-no, it’s okay, I overreacted…” Ala admitted. “N-no, I-I really am!! L-letting go there… w-when I w-wasn’t e-expecting it!! I-I c-can’t hold it!!” Em whined. Ala hesitated for a moment, but reached beside her, into her backpack, and decided to enact her plan early. She took a plug out from the backpack. Em’s eyes were closed, her face a bit scrunched, as she focused on trying to keep her pee in. Ala clenched her own muscles tightly, and took her other hand away from herself, and pulled Em’s shorts down. “Q-Qu- w-what are you d-doing?!” Em yelled, as Ala pulled down on her panties. Ala saw pee about to rush out just as she pressed the plug into place. Em squealed. “Q-QU’EST-CE QUE C’EST?!” The two breathed heavily, Ala returned her hands to her crotch, Em started down in confusion. “W-What did you j-just do?!” Em asked. Ala exhaled. “Well… when I’m holding, I can put this plug in… it stops the pee.” Ala said. “B-but… I-I still have to pee!!! It’s just pushing against the plug!!” Em said, bouncing up and down. “Right, I use it when holding pee… if I didn’t feel it anymore, there wouldn’t be any point…” Ala said. She placed a hand on Em’s shoulder to calm her down. She breathed heavily a few times. “So… does this mean this has been in your chatte?” Em asked. “Yes, that’s been in my… chot.” Ala admitted. Em giggled. “And I bet you get pretty horny while using it…” Em said, rubbing around the edge of the plug. Ala smiled. “You know, in the future, if you want me to give you a dildo coated in my juices, you can just ask…” Ala offered. Em blushed hard, but smiled and nodded. “Aren’t you gonna plug yourself?” Em asked. A wave of guilt washed over Ala. Her plan. If she was being honest, she felt bad… “No, I only have one plug…” Ala said. She crossed her legs. Em smirked. “So… I can tease you and make you wet yourself, then?” Em asked, scooting over a bit to be right beside Ala. Ala’s guilt started to fade. || “Maybe by making water sounds?” she asked, smirking. She got up and walked over to Ala’s backpack, and grabbed an exposed water bottle from the top, swishing it around, making Ala gasp and hold herself tighter. She noticed Em’s legs buckle from her doing it and smirked. “Y-you know, you might make yourself explode before you do it to me!” Ala giggled. “Je m'en fiche,” Em replied, “It’ll be worth it!” “A-are you into this too?” Ala asked. “The h-holding?” Em asked, “Not so much, t-to be perfectly honest, but… the sight of you squirming, the bigger girl not being able to control herself, ready to lose it at any moment… I don’t know why, b-but… even though I’m not into pee holding, this is really hot.” “Wow,” Ala smiled. “To prove you’re serious, why don’t you drink that whole thing?” she asked, “Right now?” Em started chugging the water. She didn’t know why she was doing it, she was about to explode! The last thing she needed was more water! But she figured, if her friend, roommate, whatever they wanted to go by, wanted to see her hold her pee, get this desperate, and do it herself, all for the purpose of sexual gratification, well… what kind of perverted Frenchwoman would she be if she denied her tall, blue-haired friend this opportunity? She emptied the water bottle, immediately feeling the effect on her bladder, groaning a bit as she looked at Ala. “Y-you’d better be enjoying this, Ala, I feel l-like a fucking water balloon!” “Good,” Ala said, smiling. “Ohh god, I can barely hold it… a-and it’s harder for me… you’re lucky, even without that plug it’d be easier ‘cause you’ve got those shorts!” “That’s true,” Em giggled, “Your eternal hatred for underwear has left you unable to have anything to catch the piss… if you leak, it’ll be going all over the floor!” Em smiled. “Hey, are you able to stand?” Em asked. Ala prepared herself, and slowly, carefully got to her feet. Em smiled. She walked over to her and slapped her bare ass, making Ala gasp and leak. It was a mixture of pee and cum. “E-Emmmmm!!!” She moaned, her legs buckling as her eyes closed. She didn’t care, as a red mark was forming on her ass from the spank, she had decided. It was time to enact her plan. If she didn’t, she was going to form a puddle all over the cave floor. || Ala, on her knees, felt the immense pressure of the pee pounding against her pussy. Every moment she stalled, hesitated, and just didn’t do her plan, was a moment she risked losing control, and flooding the cave. She had more pee in her than Em did, she was bound to burst any moment, and Em was just going to keep teasing her. Plus, she had been planning to do this for months. Ever since her and Em first admitted they liked each other. That very night, Ala and Em stared at each other, in their beds, from across the room in their apartment. The two had their first kiss earlier that day, in a release of tensions that had been building since they were teens. The two best friends weren’t sure where to take it. Would they be a couple? That felt weird. They’d always been friends, why not just be friends… who like each other? While sitting on their couch together, they were both enjoying and laughing at the movie they were watching, when they both looked at each other, smiles on their faces, excitement in their emotions, and Em leaned closer in. Ala couldn’t believe her eyes. Em retreated a bit, but Ala could clearly see that she was going in for a kiss. Had she thought about this before? Ala leaned closer herself. She puckered her lips. Em gasped, a huge smile formed on her face, and she practically dove into Ala, kissing her passionately. Em laid on top of Ala, staring into her eyes, for quite some time afterwards. They paused the movie, and focused entirely on each other. “H…how long have you felt this way?” Ala asked. “I can’t even remember… but… sometimes it’s all I can think of when I see you… I know we’re friends, but… I love you, and… you’re très hot!!” Em responded. Ala leaned her head forward and gave Em a quick kiss. “I just… didn’t expect it… I didn’t think you shared my feelings…” Ala said. Em hugged her friend. The two spent the rest of the day talking about future relationship plans, and eventually decided that they wanted to keep everything the same, stay friends like usual, but with kisses, and compliments. But, just a few hours later, that very night, both girls laid in their bed, horny. Em wanted to sleep with Ala and feel her up all night. Ala immediately thought of her favorite fetish… she imagined Em desperate to pee, maybe even extremely desperate. She saw the cute blonde plugged, with a bulging bladder, and the thought drove her wild. She had been planning this trip, knowing Em liked camping, and knowing she could keep Em away from a toilet for a while. But her goal had evolved beyond plugging. She was likely only moments away from peeing herself. Landing on the ground, Em was about to do something. Ala didn’t know what it was, but she knew Em was about to make her lose it. So she didn’t give her the chance. Ala turned toward her backpack, and reached in. Em stopped for a moment, watching Ala. Ala felt it, and pulled it out of the backpack. She turned toward Em, and smacked her abdomen, where her bladder was. Em cried out, falling to the ground as her legs momentarily failed. Ala pulled her skirt down, and set it aside. She pulled Em’s shorts down again. “W-Why are y-you b-being so… s-systematic r-right now? W-what’s going on?” Em asked. Ala pulled Em’s panties down again, and removed her plug. “AAHH!!! N-NO!! I-I can’t k-keep it in!” Em yelled. Ala showed her other hand from behind her back, holding a kitchen funnel. She inserted it into Em, where the plug just was. Em’s eyes widened. Her mouth opened in a gasp. “n-no…” Em whimpered, realizing exactly what was about to happen. Ala squatted down, and sighed. “I only have one plug, Em, but we aren’t allowed to ‘ruin’ the cave, remember?” Ala asked. Em stared in horror. Ala relaxed herself, and the pee she had been accumulating since this time yesterday rushed out. It splattered against the plastic funnel, swirling inwards, and entering Em’s bladder. She gasped as she felt the pee start entering. “AAAAH!! N-NO!!” Em yelled, feeling her bladder filling rapidly. Ala felt joy, in both the relief of emptying herself, and in her plan finally starting. Ala watched as Em’s bladder grew and stretched, hearing her pee splatter against the funnel, hearing all of the cute sounds Em made, watching a bump form on Em’s abdomen, and seeing it grow. Em’s legs were shaking, Ala held her in place to make sure her pee found its destination. After a while, Ala let the last bit of pee in her bladder trickle out, and sighed. She removed the funnel, and re-inserted Em’s plug. Em was speechless. Ala watched Em shake, twitch, clench her fists, tremble, her lip quivered… she couldn’t even respond yet, her brain hadn’t quite caught up. “Em… how does it feel to be the cutest toilet in the world?” Ala asked, with the biggest smile on her face. || “T-toilet!?” Em asked, loudly. “I-I’m gonna explode!” she yelled. “Shh! You want this place to collapse?” Ala asked. “W-what I want is to leave, s-so at least if I do explode, you c-can bring me to a toilet! Or a hospital!” “Oh, you’ll be fine!” Ala smiled, poking the girl’s bulging organ. “Eek! What makes you say that!?” “I’m sure we’ll find a way out,” Ala said. “I’m confident!” She smiled, picking her up and hugging her tightly, Em letting her do it only because she knew she was into it. “H-heh, Ala?” she asked. “Yeah?” Ala responded. “B-be careful… don’t make a mess on the cave floor.” She giggled. Ala felt herself dripping and blushed. “Oh… r-right…” She chuckled, looking down at the floor. It was getting a little sticky. “Whoops, um…” “Hey, I can’t blame you,” Em said, tracing a finger up and down the larger girl’s breasts, “Imagine if your cute bursting blonde-haired friend got down on all fours, pressing down against the floor with her bulging bladder…” She leaned in close and whispered in Ala’s ear. “...And started licking you silly!” Ala gasped and tried not to cum just from the talk alone. “...I’m not gonna do that though,” Em said, “N-not yet, at least… I need t-to get more used to this feeling first, because right now, it feels like I’m going to die!” She chuckled. “Oh, you’ll be fine!” Ala said, picking her skirt back up. Em started putting her shorts back on too, though she wasn’t sure they’d fit her anymore… though the waistband was pretty stretchy, so she hoped that it would stretch over, and luckily it did. “Well, shall we k-keep going?” Em asked, trying not to go over-the-top with how horribly desperate she was… she’d save that for later. “Of course!” Ala smiled, wrapping an arm around the cute French girl as they kept walking. After a few minutes, she smirked and got an idea. “Boy, am I thirsty!” She started drinking some water, then smiled at Em. “Want some?” she asked. “V-very funny,” she said. “...Though I am a little thirsty, now that you mention it…” She hated holding in all of her pee… or at least normally she would, but knowing Ala liked it made her like it too, because she loved making Ala happy. She took the water bottle, chugging it down. “Ahhh… there we go! Now to see how long until I pop!” She giggled. Ala was wide-eyed, she could barely control herself, but she just nodded. “Um, y-yeah! Hey listen, let’s, uhhh, let’s k-keep going, huh?” Em nodded and the two walked, Em’s tremendous bulge trembling and sloshing as they did. || Ala didn’t take her eyes off of Em’s bladder. The blonde was actually making more of an effort to compose herself than beforehand. She kept a smile on her face, but Ala could see her stiff legs moving forcibly forward as they walked. Em was trembling, clenching her fists, clearly in a great amount of pain… But she was accepting. Ala never could have imagined this outcome. She knew she was going to force her pee into Em, but for Em to be okay with it… Ala couldn’t believe it. Em loved Ala, genuinely. She wouldn’t put up with this, shouldn’t put up with this! Ala was just planning to get a one-time piss balloon, when Em didn’t have a choice, but now… maybe she’d hold for her more often? Ala put her arm around Em, who looked up at her with a smile on her face. “Um… so you’ve used a p-plug before… how long b-before I risk p-popping?” Em asked. “Oh, you were serious? You won’t pop! Don’t worry. You’ll just keep stretching… bigger… and bigger… until you can’t carry around the weight of your own pee!” Ala said. She took her hand away from Em’s shoulder, slowly lowering it, and starting to caress Em’s bladder bump. She whimpered, even Ala’s gentle touch was tough to handle. “You’re taking this surprisingly well, Em! I’m surprised you can even walk!” Ala said. Em smirked. “It’s not like I’m worried about it coming out! I can handle anything, really! The only reason I was so scared earlier was because I could’ve lost control, or thought I would’ve popped!” Em said. She felt her bladder pounding, constantly pleading with her, aching, weakening her legs, making it hard to walk, or focus. She smiled through it. She needed to pee more than she could have ever imagined… but she didn’t have to seem desperate around Ala, maybe she’d tease her for a bit… “I don’t even really feel it anymore. Maybe you should just take the p-plug out, if you want me to be desperate, I need some kind of risk, right?” Em asked, sweating nervously. “Ha, you just want to empty yourself! I’m not taking that plug out!” Ala said, giving Em’s bladder a flick. Em hid her face, as her eyes widened, and almost tripped from her legs wanting to give out. She didn’t have to show it. “Ala, I’m not even desperate anymore. Maybe the pee numbed me?” Em lied. Ala smiled. She knew exactly what Em was doing. She had to break her. They weren’t leaving this cave until Em begged for mercy. || “Right, of course,” Ala said, nonchalantly. The two kept walking and Em looked over at her. “Oh, Em,” Ala smiled, “Did you want something?” “N-no, I’m good!” She said, “Just… looking at you.” “Well that’s good, because I’m looking at you too. And you look like you need a hug!” She smiled and picked her up. “W-wait, hold on…” Em tried to talk, but before she could continue any further than that, Ala squeezed her tightly. Her bladder compressed, she really did feel, even if she wasn’t, like she was about to pop. She gasped, as the pressure and pain skyrocketed to not-before-felt levels. At least, not felt by her. “O-oh mon Dieu…” Em squeaked out. “Heh…” Ala put her down. “How did that feel?” she asked. Em breathed heavily, even panting at one point, then looked at her. “F-fine!” She managed, somehow, to compose herself, “J-just fine!” She held herself, her bladder ready to shoot piss everywhere like a fire hose, but of course she knew the plug wouldn’t let that happen. “So,” Ala said, taking yet another drink, “Feel like giving up?” “G-giving up?” Em asked, “What do y-you mean?” “Y’know,” Ala said, “Giving into your urges… dancing around, squirming, begging me to let you piss…” “Why would I-I do that?” she asked, “I-I don’t have t-to pee…” She said. She knew that, despite doing it unintentionally, the slight quiver in her voice was turning Ala on. She knew Em was unsteady, but Em refused to show it. “Well, let me know when you do… I might have to soon,” she smirked over at her makeshift toilet, who blushed and tried to cover her face with shaky hands. If she didn’t have the plug in, she was certain she’d be empty by now. And she didn’t even want to know how long she would’ve been going for… although, she did think of something… “Hey, Ala!” Em said. “Yeah?” she asked. “Well… w-when I do eventually need to piss… maybe I won’t b-be able to…” “Why not?” Ala questioned. “B-because,” she said, trying not to think about the horrible pain that was building, “I-if I did, the pressure o-of the stream might cause a rockslide!” Ala nearly came. She was right. If she did start peeing with tremendous pressure, she might cause something to collapse. “Well,” Ala said, “I guess you’ll just have to hold it then. At any cost.” She smirked and slapped the blonde’s bladder. “Oww!” Em stopped for a second. “Ce n'est pas juste!” She briefly grabbed onto her bladder, her legs trembling, her knees weak, as she looked at Ala. “Wow, that really affected you, didn’t it?” Ala asked. Em nodded. “Y-yeah…” Em smiled, “And m-my desperation’s affecting you, too.” “Maybe!!” she said, though she knew, with her lack of panties, it would be pretty obvious if she was lying. || Em groaned, and quickly attempted to hide her pain. “I’d like to have been listening to music right now! With my radio!” She complained, focusing hard to not stutter over any words. “I don’t know, your whimpering is the best thing I’ve ever heard…” Ala teased. Em frowned. “Am I whimpering? Maybe it’s because I’m frustrated with how long we’ve been down here!” Em yelled. “I wish we were up there as well, but there may be a silver lining!” Ala said. “Really?” “Well, there wouldn’t be much of a reason for you to be this full if we could just pee in the woods!” Ala joked. Em slapped her. “Ooh, losing your patience, huh? I thought you were so accepting of this! I’m turned on by it, why aren’t you happy all of the sudden?” Ala asked. Em looked back. She was getting herself worked up over this. She could be desperate in front of Ala. Why was she even trying to hide it? Ala was into it! Ala stopped, and kneed Em right in the bladder. She yelled in pain. “Ha! I knew that would get you!” Ala said. “Anyone would yell from getting knee-d, blaireau!” Em yelled. She scoffed. She wasn’t gonna give Ala the satisfaction of knowing how desperate she was. She stood up straight, hands to her sides, and relaxed. Her bladder acted up, but Em tried her absolute best not to show it. She walked forward normally. Ala’s eyes widened. ‘W-wait… is she actually… fine? No, she’s just pretending… she can’t be!’ Ala thought. But Em was convincing. “If you’re really fine, then you can lay down… on your bladder, and put your arms and legs out. Only someone who didn’t have to pee could do that.” Ala said. Em laughed nervously. “If you need confirmation that I have to pee, clearly I don’t have to go that bad, right?” Em asked. Ala yelled in frustration. “Your bladder is the size of your head!! Why do you think you can pretend you’re fine! You’re clearly bursting!” Ala yelled. Em smiled. She got her. “Ala, maybe your bladder’s just small.” Em said. Ala smacked Em’s bladder. Em squealed. “Em, stop trying. You have to pee and we both know it.” Ala said. “I really don’t-“ Em started, before Ala pushed her quickly from behind. Em gasped, and tried to catch herself, but fell directly forward, on her bladder. She screamed, her arms shooting between her legs. “F-FINE!! I… I have to pee! Y-you happy now?!” Em asked. Ala shook her head, and grabbed a bottle of water from her backpack. She started chugging it, Em staring at her as she got up. “If you were able to pretend, and be that convincing about it, you clearly aren’t full enough. Not even close.” Ala said, grabbing another bottle from her backpack. || “W-wait…” she said, “You’re not gonna…?” Ala nodded. “I sure am,” She smirked and handed her the bottle. “Drink up! Be sure to drink the whole thing, and do it quickly!” Em smiled. “H-happy to!” She was honestly not that happy to, but it was worth it to see Ala so happy. She grabbed the water and chugged it down, gulp by gulp, looking at Ala now and then as she did so. “That’s more like it!” Ala smiled and patted her friend’s head, making Em blush. Once the blonde was finished, she tossed the empty bottle aside and looked up at her. “There, happy?” she asked. “Hmmm, not quite,” Ala said. “I need to pee.” “W-what!?” Em asked, “Tu ne peux pas être sérieux!” “I’m serious,” she said, “Get on the ground.” “Ngh… c-can’t you wait a little longer!?” Em asked. “You seem quite eager to get out of this,” Ala said, “It’s honestly kinda hot.” “Good!” Em said, “I-I want to please you!” Her knees buckled again, and she collapsed onto her butt. “Heh…” Ala smiled. “You’re adorable. Now then…” She giggled and lightly pushed her friend to the ground. Em naturally spread her legs. “You ready?” Ala asked. Em nodded and Ala pulled the plug out and quickly put the funnel in. Even still Em had lost a spurt. Not a HUGE one, but there was some on the ground. “Aah, sorry!” Em said. “No problem,” Ala smiled, “That’ll be the last spurt though.” She chuckled and stood above the funnel, soon peeing into it. It felt amazing. Not only because she was emptying, but also because Em was filling. Emilie’s bladder was already bulging out away from her body, but this was bringing it to the next level. Em had never felt pain like this. She needed to empty out, but instead all she was getting was more in. Her bladder had never been stretched this much, the pressure had never been this high. She whimpered loudly, Ala finding that extremely hot. She didn’t move, though, or at least, no more than the constant shaking her body was doing. Finally Ala was done and took the funnel out, replacing it quickly with the plug, though Em lost another spurt. “S-sorry,” she said. “No problem,” Ala told her, “Just means you’ll need to replace it.” She shook a bottle of water in front of her, making her nearly scream. “O-okay, I’ll drink it, j-just stop shaking it!!” “Oh my… this is a powerful tool now, isn’t it?” Ala beamed. “I-I-I…” Em looked up at her. “H-how desperate w-would I h-have to get f-for you t-to let me release?” she asked. “You’re not releasing until we leave,” she said, “But… I might know where the exit is…” “Y-you do!?” Em smiled. “Great, let’s go!” “Hold on,” Ala said. “I have one more request.” “R-request!?” the bursting girl asked, her legs crossing to prove her point, “I’m gonna explode!” I do recall a certain conversation about a certain bursting cutie getting on her hands and knees and licking me…” Em sighed, getting on all fours. “Okay, but you’d b-better hurry up and finissais.” She got closer, and Ala got very, very excited. || Ala pulled her skirt up, revealing her lower half to Em… who had been peeking at it every chance she got anyway. Ala didn’t always wear a skirt, but she noticed Em was extra clumsy when she did, falling down more often than usual… Em crawled over to Ala. Really, she absolutely wanted to do this, she would love to lick Ala like this in any other circumstance… but all she could focus on was her bladder! The pain she felt, from the aching, bursting, bulging piss tank was unreal. It fogged her mind, and there was no way she could truly enjoy invading her friend’s privates with her tongue. Her arms shook. She could barely keep herself in the position. Her legs kicked at the ground. She could barely see straight. Ala skirked, looking down at her, and let go of the skirt, letting it flap down over top of Em. “H-hey! D-don’t you wanna see this cutie in action?” Em asked. Ala giggled. “I don’t really need to see it, and can’t be bothered to hold the skirt up. I’d rather just stand here… and chill for a bit. The cave really is relaxing, wouldn’t you say?” Ala asked. Em whimpered, feeling anything but relaxed with the pressure of several liters of piss futility attempting to break free. She felt her bladder pounding. She needed to get this done, quickly. She can ask Ala to let her do it again some other time, and properly enjoy it, and take her time. She just needed to satisfy Ala, and let them leave. She started licking. Ala moaned immediately. “Ohhh… this is great… jay ami!” Ala moaned. Em wasn’t even in the right state of mind to correct her. Ala put her hand on the back of Em’s head, pushing her toward herself. Em licked, gave a few kisses, but couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the immense pain from her immense bladder. ‘I just need to get her to orgasm! She’s been a leaky faucet for hours! Surely it won’t take much! Then she can tell me where the exit is!’ Em thought. She licked faster, trying to get her tongue in, moaning to try and get Ala going… not that there was anything else that would cause her to moan… anything she could do to get Ala to finish quickly, so she could… So she could… tell Em where the exit was? ‘SHE KNOWS WHERE THE EXIT IS?!’ Em realized suddenly. Things started to come together, in the slow, foggy, preoccupied mind of hers. It was a setup! Ala planned this!! Em was a little impressed, but mostly angry. ‘I was meant to suffer?! I mean, Ala finds it hot… but no! She can’t just think she can do this whenever she wants! I mean… maybe she can- N-No! I-I won’t let her!’ While Em was licking, Ala looked down at her, and smirked. With her on all fours, her bladder pointing downwards, she was in a prime position. || Ala smirked, lifting a leg up. ‘Huh?’ Em thought, ‘What’s she doing, making it easier for me? I don’t need that, I’ve got perfect access to-’ With that, Ala brought her foot down onto Em’s back, causing her bladder to violently hit the ground and compress. She actually screamed, immediately stopping her licking and proceeding to writhe. “A-Ala!! C'est quoi bordel!?” She looked up at her friend angrily. She had been willing to put up with this until now, but this was getting to be too much. Her whimpers and reaction, however, sent Ala over the edge. Lifting her skirt up, she sprayed hard all over the cave floor. ‘Great,’ Em thought, ‘I won’t even be able to know what that tastes like…’ “Sorry, Em,” Ala said, “I saw the opportunity and I seized it.” “Ala!” Em looked up at her friend, breathing heavily, “V-vous savez où la sortie il?” “...Sorry,” Ala said, “You’ll have to translate that one.” She knew some French, especially from Em speaking it around her and her inferring from context, but some phrases she was unfamiliar with, especially longer ones. “Y-you… you know where the exit is!?” She yelled out. “Um… maybe…” Ala said. She realized what she had said and gasped. “Ohh fuck, I did say that, didn’t I?” Em nodded. “Yeah. I realized it as I was licking you, waiting to be an unknowing victim of the m-most horrible pain I’ve ever felt!” She said. She was getting over the initial pain of the stomp, but her bladder was still pounding. “Right…” Ala said, sheepishly, hoping Em wouldn’t hold it against her. “D-do you WANT me to suffer!?” she asked, point blank. She couldn’t think of a better way to phrase it, she was in too much pain to speak eloquently. “Well…” Ala said, “Um…” “The fact that there’s hesitation means you do but you don’t want to say it!” Em said. “Ala, I’ll ask again. Do you want me to suffer?” There was a long pause. Both girls thought about what was being said. Ala felt bad. She didn’t want to admit to loving seeing her friend in horrible pain, but… since she knew it wouldn’t cause any lasting damage, it was pretty hot… but she wondered what that meant for her as a person. Em wondered if she was actually hating this as much as she thought she was. She looked at Ala… she looked at the puddle she had formed on the ground, and realized it was because of her. She made her friend do that, and it made her feel all warm and fuzzy… well, she was already warm, her full-to-bursting piss tank made sure of that, but this was different. Despite being in the worst pain of her life, Em was happy. And if that wasn’t proof enough, she didn’t know what was. Ala nodded slowly. Em looked at her. “Ala…” Em said, tears streaming down her face… not for any emotional reason, but just due to pain. “Y…yeah?” Ala asked, nervous about what would happen next. “If you w-wanted me t-to suffer for you…” Em said, walking over, grabbing a bottle of water and unscrewing the top, “Y-you should’ve just told me.” She started chugging. || Em gulped down half a liter of water. She exhaled with a moan, and dropped the empty bottle beside her. Ala stared at her, jaw-dropped. Em smiled, and patted her huge bladder, wincing as she did. “A-are… are you serious?!” Ala asked, after a while of staring. Em smiled. She was bouncing in place, trembling, experiencing terrible pain, but she was overjoyed. She made her friend happy, and that made her happy. Plus, Ala was very flustered, which was adorable. Em nodded. “Ala… I love you. Y-You know I do, and I-I know you love me. S-Seeing anyone else with a b-bladder larger than their head wouldn’t d-do as much for you. B-But… even t-though t-this is literal t-torture… I’m h-happy to do it for you!” Em said. She saw tears forming in Ala’s eyes. Ala walked over to her, and gave her a gentle hug. Not a squeeze, like she did earlier, but a light, ‘caring but cautious’ hug. Em felt fuzzy again. She hugged Ala back, squeezing as tight as she felt necessary. “E-Em… I don’t know what to say…” Ala said, with tears in her eyes. Em looked up at her and smiled. “H-how about… the exit’s this way?” Em asked. Ala winced. “I-I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have-“ “Hold on… tell me… h-how long have you been p-planning this?” Em asked. “U-um… a-about 4 m-months… ever since-“ “Ever since the day we kissed?!” Em asked. Ala nodded. “Wow!! Y-you… really took a liking that quickly, huh?” Em asked. Ala blushed, smiling nervously. “I’m really sorry, Em. I don’t know how you’re so forgiving, but I can’t thank you enough, for everything!” Ala said. Em leaned against her friend. “Don’t apologize. My balloon b-bladder makes you incredibly horny, a-and I want you to be h-horny, not sorry!” Em said. Ala looked down to see Em’s legs crossed, her fingers wiggling, her subtly hopping on her feet. Ala poked Em right in the belly button, causing her to moan, and bend over a bit. Ala smiled. “Alright. Follow me.” Ala said, as she started walking off. Em noticed that she was moving significantly quicker than Em’s slowed walking pace. She attempted to jog a bit to catch up, but almost tripped. Ala looked back, seeing Em catching herself. “Maybe I’ll have to untie your shoelaces next time!” Ala teased. || “Or I could u-untie yours w-while I’m down on the g-ground l-licking you… then m-maybe I might be able t-to catch up!” Em giggled. Ala smiled. It was nice to see her so jovial, despite the obvious pain. The two went up the incline, which was quite the painful experience for the French girl, and soon they finally arrived back at their tent. “W-was that the ramp y-you warned me n-not to go up the o-other day?” Em asked. Ala nodded. “Y-you clever, horny girl…” She giggled again. Ala loved hearing her laugh. Almost as much as she loved hearing her groan and whimper in bladder-related pain. “Here we are!” Ala said. “Yeah, I can see that,” Em said, “I have eyes, imbécile.” She pushed her playfully, which Ala responded to by pressing on her bulge. “W-w-wait, don’t-!” She wanted to protest but she was too late. She yelped, holding herself, her legs trembling. Ala gasped. “O-oh my god, I’m sorry, did I actually go too far!?” Em smiled at her. “I-I’m playing it up, Ala… go nuts!” Ala blushed harder than she had on that entire trip. “R-really?” “Of course,” Em said, “Might as well have some fun, I won’t be peeing until tomorrow morning when we get home anyway~!” “Uh…” Ala’s mouth was agape. Em smirked. “But after that…” She walked over to her, whispering in her ear, “You owe me big, amoureuse.” She chuckled and kissed Ala on the cheek, before getting into the tent. Ala followed her in, stunned from what she had just witnessed. “W-wait, Em, you…” She wanted to ask if she was serious, but she knew she was. “...What do you want? In return for this?” “Hmmm…” Em thought, her mind fairly distracted by the gigantic water balloon inside her. “W-well… I… b-besides the h-horribly b-bursting bladder, I… e-enjoyed licking you, a-and I w-wouldn’t mind… g-getting licked myself…” She admitted, blushing. “Heh…” Ala chuckled and smiled. “You got it,” She nodded, “When we get home, after you’ve broken our toilet with a fire hose of pee,” She joked, “We can snuggle, and maybe we’ll find each other in a 69 position… and you will have more than earned it.” Em smiled and nodded. “Merci,” she said, looking down at her bladder and squeezing it. “Ngh… y-you’d better a-appreciate this!” “You know I do!” Ala smiled a bit more and hugged her softly. “Hey, Ala?” Em asked, reaching into the bag after the hug was done. “Yeah, Em?” Ala asked. “You’ve been d-drinking a lot…” she said, getting on the ground, funnel in hand, and spreading her legs. “And y-your toilet’s ready when you are.”
  14. Phentaiee

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    From the album: Fill-Me: Chapter 2

    You got a lotta tiddy this time, hope you enjoy it
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