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I haven’t pooped in four days. I didn’t even know I could hold this much inside of me. I’ve never waited this long before. When I went on this camping trip with some of my friends, I expected there to be a little more toilet privacy. Maybe an outhouse, at least. We’re staying in a camper van, one where the bathroom is separated from everything by a thin door which you can hear everything through. Everything. Anytime someone has used the bathroom, it’s been a subject of awkward laughter for everybody else. You can hear the fan go on, but it doesn’t help the noise, and it barely helps the smell. I haven’t been able to bring myself to use it. I’ve been bloated and sluggish, hiding my discomfort from them to the best of my ability. It’s been torture struggling to hold it in while I pee. I’m currently sitting on the toilet, desperately holding my buttcheeks together, squirming as quietly as I can. I have to jolt to retract the prairie dogs. Within a few torturous seconds of careful, directed relaxion, I was urinating hard. Last piss of the night. We leave in the morning, thank god. Letting out only my urine in this state isn’t impossible if my bladder’s full enough. If I have to pee really bad, I hardly have to relax on purpose. And as my rectum swelled with waste, it pressed up against my bladder, and led me to feel like I need to urinate more frequently. I crawled into the bottom bunk and started anxiously tossing and turning, begging my body to fall asleep so I don’t have to keep thinking about how badly I needed to go to the bathroom. I was starting to sweat, and unable to retain a pent-up fart I’d been holding in all day any longer. I hoped to god nobody was awake to hear or smell it. It released like nothing, sounding like playing cards around a bicycle wheel. The next one cramped, hurting me for a while as the gas moved down through my intestines, but the pressure was soon relieved in a long, hot fart that basically left my body on it’s own accord. This was what was happening until I finally, somehow, fell asleep. When I woke up, I swear it was about 20% more urgent. I didn’t think I’d ever been desperate to poop like that before. Occasionally, it was due to the consistency, but rarely on the volume alone. I was swelled up like a balloon with gas and waste. I scooted to the side of the bed, greeting my friends as casually as I could, who were cooking breakfast and getting dressed. I shifted around nervously, leaning my weight from buttcheek to buttcheek. I moved my foot under me and dug my bottom into my heel, eyeing the toilet longingly. The discomfort was extreme. I needed to pee, too, but I was no longer confident in my ability to retain my poop while sitting on the toilet anymore. And at this point, I’d probably clog it. I denied the offer of breakfast, but after a minute of persuasion, I caved in. I piled scrambled eggs and toast on top of it all, plus a glass of orange juice. I wondered if any of them notice my behavior, or how bloated I’m getting. I may be dying to shit, but I needed to be less in my head about this or they were going to start to get suspicious. Sitting to my left at this table was Lizzie, a tomboyish, somewhat heavyset girl with pink and blue pigtails. Across from us was Daphne, curly haired and covered in freckles, and Alani, my best friend. She had her black hair up in a messy bun, and a shirt about two and a half sizes too big. “Do you guys think we should stop somewhere cool on the way home?” I said, hoping to be able to poop somewhere on the way. “Whoa, Alexa’s talking again!” Alani noticed, “I was getting worried.” “I’m not used to not sleeping in my own bed,” I explained lightheartedly, fighting to keep from farting. “I’m tired, but I still wanna do stuff.” “I gotta get the van back by four,” Daphne said. She didn’t mean the camper. That stayed behind. We took her parent’s cramped van up here. “Aw, come on,” Lizzie said, “we can stop somewhere cool for a minute.” “Maybe, like, a gas station!” “Not if we leave now,” Alani supported. “Let’s find a place to go! Where’d you have in mind, Alexa?” “I don’t wanna pick,” I said, fidgeting and pressing my thighs together. My morning pee wanted out pretty badly, too. I think I had a good few hours of retention left in me before I popped, plenty of time to get back home. “Well, I gotta poop, so let me know,” Alani hopped off the seat and entered the bathroom. While we talked, we heard the toilet seat drop and her butt make contact. We heard the pattering of her pee, then a couple of plops. Everyone smirked and tried to talk over it. We heard the paper rustling and ripping, then a couple of wipes and the toilet flush. I wish I shared their bodily confidence. Somebody mentioned an antique store and everyone seemed on board with it. We got in the car and started off. The dirt path leading off the campsite was so bumpy that it mercilessly sloshed my excretion around inside me, increasing my discomfort tenfold. My morning pee yearned to be drained, but my feces was cramping with urgency. We couldn’t get to this antique store fast enough. It took an hour to get there. By then, my situation was pretty dire. I was sweating and my hands were clammy. I couldn’t hear my stomach over the music, but I could feel it’s contents churning. I literally couldn’t hold a few farts in, but luckily the windows were open. We pulled in and I was the first one out, stepping around and putting a little pressure on my behind when nobody was looking. The building was rustic, perfect for an antique store, characteristic of the area we were visiting. I hurried inside, but my friends were close behind so I didn’t ask for the restroom just yet. I waited until they got a bit into the aisles, then I slipped away. “Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” I asked pleadingly, feeling so close to relief. The old man behind the counter shook his head. “Not for the public.” I blinked. “W- I just- it’s such a long drive-“ “Gas stations on either side of this road got ‘em,” he said simply. I huffed with frustration, going back to my friends, who were genuinely looking for things to buy. I was ready to leave. My belly felt ready to explode. I passed a mirror and lifted my shirt up, inspecting the way the skin held tight around my unusually swollen midsection. I couldn’t hold in another fart. I could only get away from the others as quick as I could as it put-put-putted it’s way out of me with each step. I was nearing my limit. Hopefully, we’d stop at a gas station. If not, it’s another hour’s drive back home. When we finally got back to the car, I felt so full I wanted to throw up. I held my breath as I gingerly entered the backseat, the contact with it against my butt causing noticeable movement to the log I was holding inside me. My morning pee had grown in urgency accordingly, and I was having trouble keeping still at all. I found myself turning to desperate measures. ‘Could you do my a favor? I’m so sorry’ I sent to Alani. She gave me a confused look. ‘Of course, what?’ ‘Could you ask them to stop at a gas station?’ She paused. ‘For real?’ ‘I don’t want to ask it’ ‘Why?’ ‘Idk I’m embarrassed’ ‘Just ask it!’ I paused. ‘I can’t’ ‘Dude, why?’ I writhed in frustration, discomfort panging through my organs. ‘Could you please just ask for me? Please? I’ll buy you something there’ Alani sighed. “Do you guys think we could stop at a gas station?” Lizzie and Daphne groaned collectively. “I need to get my parent’s van back!” Daphne said. “It’ll only take a minute!” “We’ve got, like, thirty minutes left. Can you hold it?” She looked at me. “I mean, yeah.” I groaned inwardly, sinking in my seat. “I also wanted a snack,” she continued. “We got some in here,” Lizzie said. “Plus, we’ve only got, like, thirty minutes left to drive.” It was closer to an hour, but I didn’t say anything. Now the windows were up, and there was no music playing. I begged my body not to produce another fart. I could hear the gurgling of my gut over the sound of the car. After some time passed, and the urgency rose accordingly, I felt more gas bubbling up at an alarming pace. It moved rapidly through my gut and I frantically rolled down the window just in time for a hot puff of air to push it’s way out of me. It was getting bad. Really bad. So was my need to piss. I pulled up directions on my phone just to see how far we were. 35 minutes. For twenty minutes after that, I squirmed constantly and tried to distract myself, counting road signs and focusing on my phone. “Can we roll the windows back up?” Lizzie asked, “it’s so hot in here.” Hesitantly, I rolled mine up. I couldn’t imagine the embarrassment I’d feel if I audibly farted, and a reaction to the smell would worsen it intensely. My swollen bladder urgently pulsed and contracted, desperately inflicting discomfort to signal me to release it. It’d be an emergency even without the several pounds of waste backed up in my behind. I checked my phone again. 10 minutes. Suddenly, a hot pocket of gas travelled up to my anus, carrying with it urgent pressure. I was able to retain it for only a few desperate seconds. Put-put-put-put-put. “Alani!” Daphne scolded, partially joking, partially annoyed by the incoming smell. “That wasn’t me, that was one of you guys!” “Well, it definitely came from back there, and I’ve never heard Alexa fart in my life.” I kept my attention on my phone. Potentially suspicious, but I was in so much pain I could hardly stand it. My stomach bulged out and pressed up against my waistband like they were a full side too thin. While my bladder was ready to leak, my rectum was ready to explode. My sphincter contracted, and the poop that pressed against my butthole genuinely felt like it was going to come out. I jolted my body, clenching every muscle in my lower half to keep it in. It eventually retracted, but it was unbelievable how badly I needed to relieve myself. I had never needed a toilet so urgently in my entire life. Another long fart forced it’s way out of my body. Loud, hot, and almost let some of my solid waste out. I clenched my buttcheeks, grabbing desperately at my underthighs while I struggled to retain it all. I could feel my rectum spasming with exertion. “Alani!” Daphne and Lizzie said in unison, lowering their windows. I glanced at Alani, who was watching me wide-eyed. I looked away in humiliation, my face burning hotter than the sun. “I-I just really have to use the bathroom,” she said, “if you won’t stop at a gas station, don’t get mad at me if I stink the car up.” “There’s literally five minutes left! Do you want to get dropped off before Alexa?” “N-no!” she said quickly, “I’ll be fine.” I forgot I was the first person to get dropped off. Thank god. I sat on my hand as discreetly as I could, pressing into my sphincter and gyrating my hips. I was unable to keep in another rumbling fart, feeling my ass vibrate and the gas hotly pass through my fingers. It was getting exceptionally difficult not to pee on myself every time I passed gas. I saw the turn for my neighborhood come into view and let out a small sigh of relief. Only a few more minutes… My swollen belly was ready to split open. I thought I was gonna be sick, and hoped it would stay down until I got out of the car. My urge to urinate had gotten exceptionally urgent, only adding to the bloat that my fecal matter was expanding upon by the second. I was sweating so badly, I hoped nobody noticed. I couldn’t look at Alani out of shame, but I was grateful to have someone covering for me, especially when I accidentally let out a hard fart as I bent over to grab my bag. I cringed, afraid it was too obvious. “The fuck did you eat?” Lizzie said. “I don’t even know, man,” Alani laughed. As they pulled up to my apartment complex, I was stepping out of the car before they were completely stopped. They all said their variations of bye, Alexa! simultaneously. “Seeyouguys!” I said, frantically shutting the door and rushing into the building. I unfortunately had a couple flights of outdoor stairs to climb. As soon as my friend group was out of eyesight of me, I held my butt tightly. The urge to shit was unbelievable. Alarm bells were ringing and I was dripping with sweat, begging every diety I could think of not to make me mess myself when I’m this close to relief. I got to my apartment and practically threw myself into the doorway, slamming awkwardly into the unbudging door. Locked. My full, fattened gut got squished badly, forcing me into an all-out potty dance. I pressed harshly into my backside and held my crotch, writhing on the spot and pressing my thighs together with each side step. In my desperate stupor, I’d neglected to get my housekey out of my bag. I banged on the door. “Jacine!” I called desperately. When there was no answer, I did it again. “Jacine, open the door!” I begged, squirming crazily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my neighbor opening his door to get in. I hadn’t even noticed him come up. Embarrassed, I forced my hands to my sides and settled for standing awkwardly while I knocked loudly. “Oh, god…” I whined, bending down to check under the mat. Of course we don’t have a spare key. I swung my very full backpack around and searched frantically for my key, which I usually just drop freely into the bag. It was taking so long, I started pulling out my belongings and dropping them around me, rocking back and forth in agony while I dug my heel into my butthole. I gasped when I finally found it and tried to shove it into the doorknob with my clammy, trembling hands while I was still on my knees. “Come onnn…” I whined through my clenched teeth, bouncing on my foot trying to keep my pee and poop in. I finally managed to get it. I leapt up and bolted to the bathroom, leaving all my stuff strewn about in front of my open apartment door. I slammed into the locked bathroom door in a similar fashion than before, noticing the shower water running on the other side of the door. My heart dropped. I started crying. I was clutching my crotch to hold my bursting bladder and digging my fingers in between my clenched buttcheeks, swaying my trembling body side to side. My body was screaming at me. It forced out a loud toot, my anus dilating as solid waste pressed against it, nearly forcing itself out. I squeaked and writhed on the spot, pressing against my butthole. It slowly retracted away from my quivering sphincter, remaining tremendously uncomfortable in my overfull rectum. I clutched my stomach and doubled over, thinking for a second that I was going to be sick from the intestinal pressure, when I heard the shower water cut off. I gasped eagerly, stepping side to side and wiping the tears from my face. It then occurred to me how embarrassing it would be if she saw that I was so desperate to blow up the bathroom, I dropped my stuff to the ground outside. I groaned miserably and hobbled to the door. Not daring to bend over, I dropped carefully to my knees and dug my heel into my asscrack as I gathered my belongings. My hands were shaking. Beads of sweat were on my forehead and above my upper lip. When I pushed myself up, I farted hard and peed a little, then clenched every muscle in my body to make sure those was the only things that came out. “Oww…” I groaned in agony. I dragged my bag across the ground to minimize the heavy lifting and leaned against the wall by the bathroom door. I knocked sheepishly, patting my butt with my free hand. “Jacine?” My voice trembled. I gasped when my rectum contracted and tried to force me to let it out. “Jacine!” The door cracked and her freckled face peeked out wearing a towel on her head. “Alexa! You’re back!” “Yeah, I gotta get in there now, dude…” I said urgently, trying to get in. “Wa-wait- hold on, man!” she laughed as I pushed past her into the steamy bathroom, stepping side to side with my hands behind my back while I waited for her to leave. It was humiliating, but I was absolutely desperate. “Gotta pee, huh?” she teased while she got her stuff off the sink. I swallowed nervously. “Please, Jacine, I really have to go…” I tensed up when my belly contracted and tried to void. My poop pressed against my sphincter, and I strained everything below my waist to keep it in. I pressed into my butt with the back of my hands. “All yours,” she said, leaving. The urgency skyrocketed this close to relief. I wasted no time. I frantically tore my jeans open, going up to the toilet and getting ready to let go, when I realized she’d left the door open. With tear-inducing frustration, I practically leapt over and shut the door. I couldn’t get back to the toilet fast enough. During the frantic steps to and from the door, my body suddenly forced out a spurt and the tip of my unimaginably large turd, which sat grossly against my butt in my underwear. Still filled with enough piss and shit to fill a water tower, I writhed crazily, determined to retain the rest of it while I wrestled my pants down. It fell into the toilet bowl when I finally yanked my pants down, plopping my ass down and immediately exploding. “Uhnn-“ I moaned, the massive weight finally emptying out of my tortured bottom, the ocean of pee bursting out of my pussy. My enormous waste pushed out and coiled in the toilet beneath my butt. It was bizarre to feel so much matter shift and leave my belly. It was multiple day’s worth, pounds and pounds of it. A barrage of waste and gas assaulted the toilet, forceful, constant and unyielding. I clutched my stomach and felt the tight bloating shrink turn back to it’s normal, squishy form. I had to flush two times before I was done to ensure I didn’t clog the toilet. By the time I was finished, I was drenched in sweat and almost needing to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe it was finally over with. The days of discomfort were finally over.

Yesterday was so humiliating. It began with my habit of leaving everything to the last minute. I didn’t get to finish my morning pee because my sister Riley busted in. Startled, I immediately clenched off the stream. “Dude, come on already!” she said, having already woken me up three times. “Everyone’s been ready to go, and you’re just now getting up? Sandra and Jordan are literally waiting in the car.” “Alright, alright!” I said, covering myself. “I just have to brush my teeth!” “Everything’s packed. Your toothbrush is already in the car. We’re getting breakfast on the way.” “Ugh!” I pulled my pants up and rushed out behind her. “Uh… Thanks for packing my stuff, though.” “Yeah, whatever.” A gentle ache to urinate still resided in my lower belly. I sat in the back with Riley. Sandra was driving. Jordan turned around in her seat. “Sandra wanted to leave without you,” she said. “Sandra can suck my nuts,” I said, seeing her throw her hand up in annoyance. After about 45 minutes, I was feeling my bladder gradually filling to the point of discomfort. “I want some breakfast,” I announced. “Chicken Trip for breakfast?” Riley said. “Word,” Sandra said. When we got to Chicken Trip, we pulled into the drive through. “Aw, what? I thought we were going inside!” I complained. “Why would we do that?” Sandra said. “We’re trying to…” she was interrupted by the employee asking what we wanted to eat. We ordered, then pulled up and waited at the window. “I just have to use the bathroom, too,” I said. Everyone groaned. “Hey, come on, I’ll run out right now and be back in a second!” “If you do that, I’m going to leave you here,” Sandra said. Jordan and my sister seemed to think that was pretty funny. “It probably won’t even be ready by th-“ I dropped my head against the seat as she got handed the orders. “Guys, I’ll be so quick.” Sandra wasn’t paying attention anymore. “I’m not driving,” Riley said, shrugging. Eventually, we were back on the interstate. Hunger and thirst taking priority over my urge to pee, I ate a chicken sandwich with fries and drained a large soda. After another 45 minutes, I was kind of struggling. I was constantly jiggling my legs. My sitting position was changing frequently. I wedged my hand between my thighs, shame preventing me from squeezing my crotch like I wanted to. “Guys, come on, I really have to go to the restroom,” I said. “It’ll take 5 minutes tops to pull over at a gas station.” “We might be late and not be able to get in,” Sandra said. “We can’t check into the hotel first anymore, we have to straight to the theater.” I didn’t realize I’d taken that long. I guiltily sat back in my seat, my cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Over the next hour or so, I grew increasingly uncomfortable as my bodily need grew stronger and more urgent. My bladder felt very tight and full, more full than I’d usually let it get. The discomfort was coming in waves, the urgency fluctuating from medium to severe aching. Not too long after that, I was sweating, unable to stay still for even a moment. I was constantly pulling the waistband of my pants away from the growing swell of urine in my belly. Still, I was just too embarrassed to put my hands on my crotch in a car full of my friends. My sister, maybe, but not Jordan. And definitely not Sandra. I sat on my foot, trying to hide the fact that I was pressing my heel against my crotch. My pee was boiling with urgency inside me. I grabbed my pants button and pulled it up and away, simultaneously giving my bulging bladder some room and pressing the fabric against my crotch. I tried really hard to contain my pee dance, but I couldn’t keep myself from squirming and wriggling. It was starting to hurt. Almost a half hour of that had left me absolutely dying. The drive dragged on and on, every bump in the road sending my piss crashing against the paper-thin walls of my overstretched urinary organ. I felt like I was about to explode. It took every fiber of my being not to grab my pussy. Instead, I was nervously clawing at the sides of my pants, punching my leg and miserably rubbing my sweating face. I balled my hand into a tight fist and bit my knuckles, cringing and holding my breath, struggling to bear the excruciating sensation. I had never needed to pee so badly in my life. I wanted to cry. Riley lightly touched my leg. I looked at her, a little startled. In my desperation-induced delirium, I had almost forgotten I was in a car full of people. ‘Are you okay?’ she mouthed to me. I nodded my head, but it was a fucking lie. I couldn’t stand it. My tortured bladder was squeezing itself, trying to force the piss out against my will. I could feel it in the form of unbearable, pounding urgency. “How much longer?” I asked nervously. “A little under an hour,” Jordan replied. I hesitated. “I-I can’t wait that long…” “What?” Sandra said. “I really need to use the restroom,” I told her, “it’s an emergency…” “Oh my god, dude…” “It’s been hours!” I tried not to sound like I was on the verge of tears. My screaming bladder squeezed enough pee out to fill my urethra, causing my hands to shoot to my crotch for the first time during this whole ordeal. I choked back a sob. “Please…” “Who told you to take so long leaving?” Sandra said, “we might not even make it there as it is.” Riley chimed in. “Well then, you guys can’t blame her if she pees into a cup in the back of this car.” I looked at her. Sandra and Jordan echoed my confusion. “That’s disgusting,” Sandra said. “And you can’t judge her either,” she continued. “The show starts a little after we’re supposed to get there. We’re making OK time, and it would’ve been fine if she went at Chicken Trip but you wouldn’t let her for some reason.” That shut them up. She turned to me. “Do you want me to hold a blanket up so you can go?” My entire body was trembling. I felt like I was going to explode. I was so scared of pissing my pants. My face red as a tomato, I nodded. As she got the blanket out, I unbuttoned my pants, sighing as my waistband loosened around my huge, bulging organ. I felt like I was going to throw up from how anxious peeing in this cup in front of them made me. I was so embarrassed. A combination of shame and discomfort made the tears start flowing as I pulled my pants and underwear down. “Oh, Kenzie…” Riley said, rubbing my back. “I don’t know how to do it, I’ve never…” “Take ‘em all the way off,” she instructed. I did, tightly squeezing my vagina with one hand. I winced as I moved off the seat, squatting over my empty Chicken Trip soda cup. I was so nervous. I squatted there for a minute, unable to urinate. “You okay?” my sister asked me. “I’m trying to relax,” I said, burying my face in my arm. “Are you actually doing it?” Jordan asked incredulously. I knew she got a look from Riley from the silence that ensued. My bladder was so extremely full that it was a taut, distended shape, pressing against my other organs and sticking out of my like a melon. Still, my body retained it’s vast contents, liquid waste continuing to accrue inside of me. I bit the fabric of my sweatshirt in agony, tears streaming down my face. “Just take a deep breath,” Riley said. My deep breaths shuddered like I was freezing. Even inhaling that much put pressure on my bladder. By the grace of god, I started dribbling. It was a slow, pathetic stream, pattering embarrassingly against the paper cup. That’s how it came out for a while before it grew to a slow trickle. I think it was a combination of embarrassment and real damage from holding it too much that prevented me from exploding into it like I thought I would, but the strongest it got was a gentle leak. I actually filled that entire large cup and I still had to pee. As soon as I stopped having to force the pee out, the cup was nearly filled to the brim with hot liquid waste and I had to clench the stream, my urethra stinging from the cruel denial of complete relief. My bladder was still full and aching. ‘Do you have a tissue?’ I mouthed to Riley. She shook her head, making a nervous face that made us both giggle. I sat my bare butt back on the seat, my wet pussy putting a spot on it. I started to roll down the window. “Please do not pour your piss cup out the window, that shit is gonna fly back into my car,” Sandra said. “But I still have to go!” “We’re on the interstate!” I sighed and put the plastic lid back on my warm cup of urine and put it in the cupholder. At least it’s not excruciating anymore, I thought as I pulled my pants back up.

Good afternoon to all. How is your weekend going? Currently, not making new ideas for omo fiction. So far I haven't figured out any new ideas and ones I have, well I haven't yet crafted a storyline for them yet. What new ideas you think would work for desperation fiction, whereby a female becomes or is already desperate or bursting big time, or severely ready to blow, facing obstacles every time she wants to pee into a toilet in private, but either makes it, makes with some spurting, spurting and has an accident, has an accident, or has a huge accident that drenched her beautiful legs? Also, what is your feedback for the fiction I have posted so far? What do you think of my works and is there room for improvement? Which works do you think we're my best, and want to see more of that kind more often? Which characters do you want to see more often? And which kinds of storyline do you want to see for those characters?

"I would like to preface this by saying, that this is an idea that has been lingering around my mind for years, and while i am not very active in the community to begin with, I have never found anything quite like it, so i thought i would share" - Author There was a noise coming from the hallway, a door creaking as it opened. Yui stood in the doorway, and closed it shut behind her, breathing a quick "Hi." to her Father who was sat on the Livingroom Sofa, before hurrying to her room. Quickly she threw off her jacket and Backpack, as well as her Shoes. There was a reason she was in such a hurry. During School, Yui didnt have a single chance to catch a Bathroom break, and her bladder had surely filled up over the last 5 Hours. As she had set all her stuff down in her Bedroom, she mentally prepared for the feeling of relief that she was finally going to get in just a minute. She exited her room again, and headed back towards the Hallway, for her Father to ask "Where are you headed?" "Bathroom" Yui answered, and bolted for its door, only to realise that it didnt Open. "We gotta have a chat with you." Her Father called out to her from inside the livingroom, leaving her confused. "Sure, but can I just pee first?" Her Mother just exited the Kitchen into the Livingroom as well. "Sit down and listen to us." Yui's Father said, now in a much more Stern and serious tone of voice. Her Mother sat down, and Yui headed back to the Livingroom as well, taking a seat between the two. "We have, once again, found the Washroom in complete chaos after you took a shower and did your Makeup in there just prior to that. We have talked to you numerous times about this!" Her Father now almost was yelling, but quickly reverted to a more calm, although a little sinister tone. "So we have decided that from now on, the Bathroom is locked for you, unless we both specifically grant you permission to use it, and unlock the door for you." "So what if I have to pee??" Yui asked almost instantly, this still being the only thing on her mind. Her Parents couldnt possibly just not let her use the Bathroom, right? "Well, tough luck. You should have thought of that before you decided to disrespect our House Rules yet again. Unless we allow you to, you wont be pissing anywhere, thats for sure." He said in a Firm Voice. "You need to learn some discipline" Added her mother, in a similar tone. "You just have to hold it in if you have to pee this badly." Yui was shocked at the words coming out of her Parents mouths. "This is a joke right?" She asked the both of them. "You will see wheter it was a joke in time." Her Father finally said, and with that, both her Parents got up, and left the room. And Yui, she walked back to her own room and sat down on her Bed, only for her Bladder to remind her how much she had to pee. She felt super uncomfortable, but she still didnt believe her Parents could have possibly meant this as seriously as it sounded. "Theyre probably not gonna keep this up for very long, then they will realise they have to let me pee." And with this thought, Yui spent her afternoon in a way, to try and distract herself from the desperation.

Hey! does anyone know a source of more long form holding content? like something where the persons desperation builds up slowly over time and they preferably talk a lot about it. Bladder bulges would also be appreciated ❤️.

Okay, so I don't know about the rest of you guys, but when it comes to streams I like them hard, loud and long (that's what she said XD) but no seriously... how about ya'll? When I'm imagining omo or watching it, I like to see someone release a big stream, because the bigger the stream, and the louder, (sometimes longer) and stronger, the more it implies serious desperation. Whether the stream is in the bathroom, outside, a receptacle or really just about anywhere, it don't matter, I am mesmerized by a good, powerful stream after being aroused by the desperation. And as a bonus I love it when someone is especially frantic to finally piss because they were holding all of that in them. Or if it's just gushing and/or leaking out because there's so much, and another bonus-bonus is the humiliation after because they can't stop pissing and it's so much afterwards, or making quite a noise. That's delicious, I'm really big on the humiliation afterwards, of course it doesn't always have to be apparent but I was always enamored with the embarrassment someone feels if they can't stop pissing or if they pissed a LOT. I guess you can also say, I love a good power piss too, I'm a fan of those. Who else~?

Hey there! This is a thread for tiny desperation ideas! Things you can read in a few seconds but that put very sexy ideas in your head! I don't know how many of you knew holdingit.minuteboard? There are a fair few users on here that are also on there, and made content for it before it sadly went down. It's still available in parts through the waybackmachine, so it's not all bad, but still... it had a thread that I adored called "lines of desperation", started by the user Rexone312. It's just full of tiny little stories, though it did go off-topic and delve into longer ones at points, but most of it is really easy to digest chunks of very, very sexy desperation. It's often extreme stuff too, with unrealistic hold times and large bladders, which is what I love! https://web.archive.org/web/20171205040050/http://holdingit.minuteboard.com:80/m/b/a/showtopic.html?topicid=70357&start=0 You might also be aware of some other omorashi poetry already on the site, such as this topic by Sunflower: Or this more recent one by SecretPerson, which is what inspired me to make this topic after talking with him: Okay! So now that all that backstory is out of the way, I'm going to be posting some of my own tiny stories here, as well as some of the ones from users on holdingit.minuteboard, where I can I'll get permission to do so, but I would like to have a current archive of this stuff as the site was taken down! I don't want to take credit for any of these works, only put them up somewhere so more people can enjoy them again! ? One last thing: This Topic is for DESPERATION! If you want to make one about wetting stories or fear accidents, please do so! I'm really only interested in the holding, and wanted to make a topic for those, like me, who miss holdingit.minuteboard and this thread in particular. So, without anymore exposition, feel free to give writing some of these a go!

*This short story was inspired by this picture I found on pixiv: Drawn by: https://www.pixiv.net/users/2453632 This was written on my phone and copy-pasted from discord, please forgive some potential formatting issues 🙏* A harsh lesson for the newbie: Vampires have a habit of hibernating in their coffins whenever tragedy strikes, so that they may rise again at a more opportune era... Unfortunately, this newbie is unfamiliar with such a concept and as such she had to urgently return to her coffin after a very long night of drinking and partying. The rest of the vampire order were disappointed at her lack of forethought and planning. Knowing that she would undoubtedly ruin her place of hibernation by voiding her bladder after all she had consumed at that congregation, they saw it fit to take preemptive measures and punish her at the same time: Just a few moments before she stepped into her coffin, the order picked her up and dressed her - or rather, mummified her - in tight, completely impermeable latex and leather, ensuring that she would be unable to leave until the rest of the order awakens. Should she leak, it would not soil the padded surface of her resting place, though of course that meant it would instead just pool inside her "clothes", but the order saw it as a good punishment and as a very good way to train the young vampire on how to control her bladder like refined lady should! For the first 50 years of her sleep, she held strong, but soon it became too much, she suddenly came awake, squirming frantically as she felt her overfull bladder stretching to contain it all. Worse yet, her garments completely bound her, not even allowing her to place her hands on her aching crotch. "Help! Help!! Someone get me out, I can't hold it anymore!" - She begged, but all that came out were whimpers, as her garments covered her mouth completely and muffled her voice. Even if her whimpers could be heard outside the coffin, they would fall on deaf ears, the rest of the vampire order, - much more experienced in hibernation - was in a deep sleep now, oblivious to the newbie's pleas as they dreamed and gathered their strength. And so, unable to even grab herself to try pointlessly holding back the inevitable... She leaked, a small spurt managed to push through her tired sphincter, with these completely impermeable garments, that little drop that leaked out would not be absorbed, it instead rolled down her tightly clenched privates, tickling it gently as it brushed against her soft, pale skin... That tickling sensation almost immediately pushed the poor lady over the edge once more, she leaked again, and again, and again until she started to let out a steady, hissy stream of urine into her garments which would pool over the impermeable leather and latex, spreading and sloshing around inside, soaking every inch of her thin legs, her round and firm posterior, her neatly trimmed pubic area... The liquid would remain fully contained, not a drop would escape her leather and latex prison, and it would only continue to rise up her back, as she was powerless to stop her bladder as the urine flooded up to her cute, perky breasts. She whimpered again, that warmth, the wetness... It embraced her and caused discomfort, she could feel it sloshing around and splashing against her skin, she felt disgusting. She tried to yell out again hoping one last time that the order might hear her muffled pleas... Of course, nobody came. Now she lies there, resting in a pool of her urine as a punishment for her foolish partying. Still, she takes solace in the fact that in 50 more years, the order will wake up and free her from this warm, wet, ammonia scented prison. "I just have to wait a little longer..." - She thinks - "They'll let me out after the crysis has passed! 50 more years, I can hold the rest of my pee until then... Right?" ... Let's all hope for her sake that no Vampire Hunters find out where the order is hiding...

Hi beautiful people here ❤️, Recently I watched an Indian film regarding pee desperation. The film was about an Indian policewoman struggling to hold pee during her duty. The whole movie was about how she tries hard to control her bladder without wetting herself. And also it emphasises how much she drinks, how she misses the chances to empty her bladder and how she fidgets around to keep her urine inside her bladder. Without spoiling anymore, the link is (English subtitles available) https://youtu.be/aGLJAwU-6Yc Until I saw this, I never believed that there would be any movies made about pee desperation alone. But luckily finally I found this. Being myself a pee holding girl, I strongly believe a girl who controls her bladder as long as she wants is indeed a heroine. The police girl in this movie too is more than a heroine as she tries to protect her country, perform her duty well while holding her full bladder. This is one of the best movies I ever watched. Especially that movie will be appreciated among the people here who are into omorashi. I believe that this great movie deserves a separate post to discuss it, although I had seen it being slightly discussed in few other posts like "worst jobs for pee holding girls". That's why I thought of starting a thread here to review and discuss that movie. Special thanks for @DesperateJillwho gave me the movie link in another chat, and @peeople who had put the link in a different thread of this site. I hope you also will express your ideas about this movie here.. So everyone watch the movie and let's talk about it ❤️

Ever since I read "The Continence Mandate" (A great read if you're into cruel scenarios and extreme desperation), I've been fascinates by the idea of a fantasy dystopian world in which certain groups are required by law to hold their pee for extreme amounts of time. And the punishments would play into that desperation aspect, often resulting in lots bladder torture, indirectly or otherwise. I would REALLY love to see more stories that feature that kinda premise and was wondering if any of you hd any recommendations! Please do share them here, it doesn't have to be strictly what I'm asking for either, you can just share similar stuff if you'd like. Oh, and I think it's worth noting: This is strictly fantasy, do not think I'm interested in making some kinda fetishistic petition for the government to regulate people's bladders. Seeing anything even remotely like this in real life would prompt me to riot at the very least.

Tensing up his muscles, Aaron sat at his desk crossed legged. He's been bursting for ages, one sip of water led to another till nearly 2 hours later he had drank almost 3 1/2 litres. Working away at his desk job had it's benefits , for one it distracted him and two he could hold himself without the worry of someone stumbling upon him. Squeezing the tip of his dick periodically, made the holding slightly easier yet sweat had already started to bead it's self across his forehead. His break wasn't scheduled for another 2 hours yet and he tried not to think upon the fact he knew he couldn't hold it for that long. The sudden noise of his phone ringing made his nerves jump , distracting him from his problem for a few seconds, allowing a hard stream to exit itself from his slit. It only lasted a few short seconds as he grabbed his crotch and the phone , but he could feel the hot wetness of his underwear taunting his dick to leak further. Oh how he wanted to just relax his poor aching bladder and watch the steaming puddle grow. But no!, he must hold and stay on the line for as long as he could. At this point Aaron was dancing. Not being able to keep still in his office chair,he swung the seat from side to side, bending over every now and again to try and keep the liquid held tight. 10 Minutes later , eventually his phone call ended and he knew he had to piss somewhere and quick!. Panicking he glanced around his small boxed office , The Bin? , The Plant? , The Water bottle? he couldn't choose!. He was torn between his desperate need and the fear of being caught, another jet of piss signalled he needed to make the choice. Rolling the chair over the large potted plant next to his desk , he scrambled to loosen his belt and zip, ripping down his soaked underwear his dick sprung up and immediately starting spewing golden liquid out of his tip, Aiming it down to the dry soil he gave the plant a good long soaking. A relived gasp escaped his lips as his tummy deflated and the pot became a splashing, swimming pool of piss. He pissed for around 5 minutes until a knock at his door made his almost empty bladder cease instantly, sending a shock wave through his bladder and an whimper escape Aaron. In walked his coworker Sarah , good job he manged to tuck his dick back in, as she walked her nose caught the strong smell of ammonia and then to the puddle still sinking into the soil of the plant. She then looked to Aaron who was now unsuccessfully trying to keep the remainder of his liquids inside. As he was about to start explaining himself his dick started to piss again involuntarily, with an audible hiss. Sarah watched as a defeated Aaron saw the dark patch on his crotch grow from the size of an apple till it was the size of a basket ball. Fully relieved , he put his head in his hands and waited for the response from a disgusted Sarah.

First story but read enough on here to produce something most definitely Decent. Gripping the sides of the seat till her knuckles turned white, sat a squirming Maisie. Waking up early that morning with a dry throat and impulsively gulping down a litre of bottled water, had ultimately made her bladder heavy to begin with. To then follow it up with a glass of orange juice and tap water made Maisie's pee hole instinctively tense up and quiver. If anything all she wanted to do was run to the bathroom and release her pent up pee. But no instead she sat at the kitchen table, watching her mother fry eggs and rambling on about the latest internet craze she didn't quite understand. She wanted to hold it, it made her rather dull life that much more exciting. And plus it felt fantastic. By the time she had eaten her breakfast and started walking towards the school bus stop, her hands kept wanting to press against her groin. 'Ugh fuck i really gotta wee,i'm totally gonna burst here!' . She thought that by maybe sitting down on the metal bench would make the pressure of her strained bladder lessen, quickly she sat down, a jolt stabbed its way up her abdomen. She shouldn't have worn that skirt today, the cold temperature of the seat hit her legs and backside instantly , shocking the system and making Maisie wee wee dance spasticly. ' Shit ah!!' a drop of golden hot liquid leaked out and created a slight damp spot on the lining of her underwear. 'I can't hold this much longer!' . Just as she thought this the bus arrived, getting on with all the loud screeching kids made dread and panic spread inside her, if she wee's herself here she would never hear the last of it. Sitting down by the window she looked out upon trees and bushes, all places she'd love to run behind and release the boiling piss inside of her. She was utterly desperate by now, inconspicuously grabbing her kickers under her skirt, pressing her pee hole in hopes it would aid her problem, while starting to jig her legs up and down. She had to get to the school toilets soon! Just then the bus stood still. And it stood, and stood, and stood. Confusion spread around the bus, another trickle of liquid seeped out of Maisie. The bus driver stood up and announced a nasty car accident had apparently blocked up the road ahead, welcoming those aboard to either wait for it be be cleared or set of walking. As other commuters made their decision Maisie stood up and desperately walked to the front of the bus. 'I need to find somewhere NOW!' sprinting down the road to a small park,away from the other kids an the usual route to school she grabbed her kickers and scanned the foliage for a place to wee. Jumping into a long row of tall bushes she yanked down her knickers, a few squirts of piss leaking out in the process. Throwing them to the side, she stood legs apart, threw her head back and her groin forward and released. Her pee hole opened, a gushing hard stream erupted from out of it , hitting the ground with such velocity it made a dent in the mud. Maisie Moaned in complete relief, watching the desperate ,strong arch of her piss shoot out of her at high speed. ' oh fuck i really gotta wee!'. After several minutes the stream started to slow down, ending in several long trickles and a sigh from Maisie. Putting back on her knickers she walked to school. Her friends wondering the reason for the grin plastered across her face when she got there.

Hey guys, here is my next story commission, university tales seem to be all the rage at the moment so it was fun to throw my hat into the ring. The build up for this story is slow, it might not be for everyone as such but I hope you enjoy! The holders of Iron house Chapter 1: Arrival The amber light of a desk lamp filled the darkened room, a shadow cast by the unmoving figure of a tall woman sitting in a high back chair near the curtained window. “Finally” she muttered to herself, looking down at the electronic tablet in her hands as a wicked smile appeared on her shadowy face. It had taken months if not years of waiting and planning but finally she thought she had what she was looking for. The exact reason she had been put in charge of this establishment. A soft knock at the door caught her attention, a brief moment of panic flashing across her mind before she quickly put the device in her desk drawer and slid it closed. The mahogany wood clunking softly as she took a moment to compose herself, her hands folding together as she rested them on the top of her desk. As Eloise stood in the university hallway, she couldn’t help but be slightly nervous feeling the multitude of butterflies gathering in her stomach. Trying to distract herself she studied the large door in front of her, her eyes falling on an old inscription carved into the wood “Strenuis Ardua Cedunt”. The faded lettering meaning nothing to her, but the age and way they had been inscribed was yet another indication of the calibre of university she had been accepted into. She was already a couple of minutes late after getting lost in the large admin building and she didn’t want to give a bad impression on her first day, stepping forwards she knocked the door a couple of times. After a brief pause a muffled “come in” passed through the thick wood, easing her nerves slightly. Turning the handle she stepped into the large office, its occupant sitting at a large desk near the centre of the room which curiously still had its curtains drawn. “Um…I’m Eloise Western” She said awkwardly walking towards the woman’s desk, her hands fidgeting slightly behind her back. “Ah yes, the French student that will be joining us. Welcome, and I must say your English is excellent.” The woman in front of her said, standing to greet and shake her hand. “Thank you, my farther worked for the embassy so I had good teachers.” Eloise responded, kicking herself for the unneeded exposition. This wasn’t a job interview she had already gotten in, but there was something about this room that was making her uneasy. “That explains it, please take a seat.” The woman said, indicating to the chair in front of her desk. “Thank you” Eloise said, perching slightly on the edge of her seat. “No need to be nervous, I greet all our foreign students. It’s a good way to gauge language skills and see if there is anything we can do to help in your transition. Moving away can be difficult for young students, especially to another country.” The smartly dressed woman said, somewhat addressing the elephant in the room. “Thank you” Eloise said again, sighing in relief. She had been slightly late to be accepted, going through their secondary referral programme and had been worried there had been a mix up or even that they were reconsidering her place. “Unfortunately, you have missed the welcome talks that were held yesterday. But I do have a couple of things I can give you.” Rummaging in her desk the woman pulled out a small parcel of items and placed it on the desk. “So, here is your welcome pack, it includes all the information about what is on the campus, opening times and a map.” She said handing across a binder that Eloise took from her. “Here is your class schedule, there is also an online version if you would prefer. All your log on information is in the pack too. Finally here is a smart watch and fitness tracker that we give to all our students.” “A fitness tracker?” Eloise questioned, picking up the metallic watch and giving it a once over in her hand. “Oh don’t worry, we don’t actually track your fitness.” She said smiling, “we pride ourselves on student wellbeing and try to make sure you all have something like this so that you can look after your own health. University can be a stressful time and letting our students have the ability to track these things has proven effective at lowering burn out and breakdowns. Think of it as an early warning system for stress levels and a way of letting you realise how hard you are working. Equally a number of…extracurricular, activities may be run by people who ask you to show them things before taking part in anything.” “Extracurricular?” “Yes, well as you know this university is largely a medical institution and as such there is a constant development of emerging fields. Some of which may ask students to take part in…they are all safe of course.” She added, a little too quickly for Eloise’s liking. “Those watches also function as student id and key card. So, if you plan on using anything on the campus you will need to keep that on you at all times. We are on the very cutting edge of what we do here, can’t have just anyone walking around the buildings can we.” Looking up at the woman’s face there it was again, that smile that was becoming less and less convincing with everything that was leaving the poshly dressed woman’s mouth. “Now then, I don’t want to take up any more of your time. I’m sure you have things to move in, which reminds me. You will be staying in Iron house, its marked on the map in your pack.” She finished up, motion her hand to indicate for Eloise to stand. “Ok, well thank you again for the introduction.” Eloise said, thankful for the information but a little perturbed by some of the other information she had been given. She was already getting the feeling that there was more to this university than met the eye. “My pleasure, oh and Eloise. Welcome to Galgani University” Nodding and waving the small pack of things at the school master she quietly closed the door behind her and let out a sigh. She didn’t know what it was, but that woman really put her on edge for some reason. Slipping the watch onto her wrist she heard it beep, the screen lighting up and displaying her name and the current time. Scrolling through it as she walked down the road she studied the various apps from fitness and biometrics to a lesson planner and map, this thing really seemed to have it all. It couldn’t have been cheap to give every student one of these, but then again Galgani was one of the top universities. Following the little triangle on the screen Eloise quickly found herself stood outside a large three-story building, the elegant and new housing far exceeding her wildest expectations. The usual damp and dingy student accommodation she had been told about and seen on tv shows was nowhere to be seen. The door to the building opened quickly, a skinny blonde-haired woman throwing a bag over her shoulder and rushing out. “Sorry” she hastily said, pushing past Eloise and running towards the main campus as she quickly fastened name badge to her shirt. Despite being taken aback slightly, Eloise paused taking a moment to double check she was in the right place. Walking slowly up the small path she tentatively turned the door handle, a beep from her watch and the door at the same time clearly indicating that even these doors were locked to anyone but those living in them. Pushing the door open she was greeted by the sight of a dozen or more carboard boxes and plastic tubs strewn across the large hallway. “What did you forget this time?” A voice called out from the doorway to her left. “Um, hello?” Eloise said quietly to the unseen person. A head suddenly poking out of the doorway to her right with a surprised look on her face. “Oh…sorry I thought you were Summer coming back for something….Who are you?” “Im Eloise, I think im your new house mate.” She replied. The slightly suspicious look on the short brunette’s face disappearing instantly. “Cool, sorry I didn’t mean to be weird I just didn’t recognise you and I thought everyone had moved in yesterday.” the woman said, stepping out of her room. “Im Kay by the way” she said holding out her hand. “Guys, we have a new flatmate” She shouted loudly, the cry reverberating up the open house and soon footsteps could be heard as a number of people came down the stairs. “No need to look worried, no one bites” Kay joked, Eloise apparently unable to keep the apprehension off her face as the group formed around her. “Hey, I’m Allie” the first woman introduced herself, stepping off the bottom step of the stairs and shaking her hand. The blond-haired woman clearly making the most of being a student, currently dressed in a pair of jogging bottoms and loose-fitting top that was several sizes too large for her. Although judging by her untidy hair, it wouldn’t have surprised Eloise if she had only just woken up despite it being almost lunch time. “Eloise” she responded with her name. “Ah bonjour” the next woman said, the tall black-haired woman looking as If she was about to head out for a run, dressed entirely almost head to toe in form fitting spandex. “You speak French?” Eloise asked, she hadn’t expected to meet anyone who did here. “Uh, well actually no. But you’re French right?” she asked, her cheeks slightly reddening as she was called out. “Yes, how could you tell?” “Faint accent and the name is a bit of a giveaway. Im Vanessa” the confident woman announced “and that’s Julia and Zara” she said, pointing to the two remaining women who simply waved at her. “That’s all of us that are in at the moment, I think Summer is at work and Lucy is out somewhere doing something.” “Its nice to meet you all” Eloise said, glad to see Kay had been right about the group being friendly. They all seemed to be getting along with each other which was another good sign. “Do you need a hand moving your stuff, are you parked outside?” The tall black-haired woman introduced as Julia asked, pushing her large black rimmed glasses up her nose slightly. “Uh, no thanks. I’ve got everything in here.” Eloise replied, stepping to the side and revealing the small suitcase she had with her. “Is that all you brought?” Kay asked, clearly shocked and accidentally revealing that all of these boxes probably belonged to her. “Yeah, I mean I came on a plane and I moved around a lot as a kid so I never really had much stuff.” “Don’t let Lucy hear that, she will have a field day taking you out for some retail therapy.” Vanessa laughed. “So…do you all know each other then?” Eloise asked, uncomfortable that she might have suddenly joined a group where everyone knew each other well already. Would she be able to integrate herself into the group, she had never really had a close group of friends growing up. “Well we are all third years and we shared some of the same classes.” Julia responded. “So we knew of each other, and I lived with Lucy in second year too. But this is the first time the rest of us have lived together… or really spent any time other than lectures or the occasional night out with each other.” Vanessa said, with Kay nodding along to everything she said. “So you’ve got nothing to worry about” Zara added, her beaming smile instantly removing all of Eloise’s worries. The darker skinned woman putting her at ease before her brow furrowed. “We should get going Vanessa, the class is in like 10 minutes” “Wait, classes have already started!” Eloise asked nervously, starting to fumble with her watch to check her timetable. “Oh sorry, no we have an exercise class up at the campus gym. I didn’t mean to panic you. But you are more than welcome to join us, if you have anything to wear in that tiny bag of yours?” Putting a hand to her chest Eloise breathed a sigh of relief, “Maybe next time.” “Sure thing” Zara finished, nodding her head at the door to Vanessa as the two of them left the newbie to the others. “So your room is the last door on the left, kitchen and lounge are the doorway on the end there and finally there are two shower cubicles up the stairs on the right” She said. “Don’t worry the door doesn’t lead straight in, there are another two doors, so you probably won’t walk in on anyone using them.” Kay said, a telling smile on her face suggesting she had done that at some point. “Ok thank you, I guess ill go unpack” Eloise responded, still feeling a little overwhelmed by all the new faces. “Shouldn’t take you long” Allie joked as they all went back to their own rooms. She wasn’t wrong, but walking into her room Eloise was still pleasantly surprised by it. The relatively barebones bedroom had a large bed, chest of drawers and tiny ensuite bathroom. It looked more like a cupboard or afterthought than a real bathroom, but at least it would give her some privacy. Putting her belongings away she sat on the bed, the realisation of where she was and what she was doing setting in for the first time. She wasn’t the sort of person to get home sick, but even still she could feel the anxiousness about her new start away from everything she knew getting the better of her. Picking up her mug she grabbed the small bag of goodies her mum had given her and headed for the kitchen. If there was one thing her mother always use to say, it was that a cup of tea can help any situation feel better. Although that could have just been her British heritage coming through. Nervously playing with the Uni welcome pack Eloise walked through the doorway she had been shown earlier and found a rather large kitchen and dinging room combo. The numbered cupboards matching the room numbers, opening her designated one she was unsurprised to find it completely empty. She would have to find a shop to grab some things before they shut later. Turning on the kettle she brought out her mug, one of the few belongings she had made sure to bring with her. An old and browned piece of porcelain she had used for as long as she could remember. The outside of it emblazoned with a phoenix logo from the soccer team that played in the town her mother came from in New Zealand. She had never been, but perhaps this summer would be the perfect opportunity to travel and relax after her studies. Watching the steam rise from the cup as she poured the water in, she could already feel its calming effects. “There is milk in the door if you want any” Julia said having silently entered the room barefoot. “Thank you that’s very kind, but I prefer it black.” Eloise responded, recovering from being slightly startled by her new housemate. “Fair, you looking at what optional to do?” The tall woman said, indicating to the welcome pack Eloise had left laying open on the table. “Optional?” “Yeah, so you don’t get any in first term but next term you can pick from a few different modules. Kind of like choosing your major subject for the next two years, but think of them as kind of taster sessions.” “Oh ok, so does everyone here do the same major?” “No, im not 100% sure what Summer does, but I think the rest of us are all on different majors. But we all do the Urodynamics module each term, its pretty much mandatory if you haven’t chosen something like that as your main subject.” “Ah ok, I guess those are the classes you all have together?” “Some of us yeah, but there are so many people there are multiple classes so its not guaranteed.” “I suppose this place is known for it, so it makes sense they make everyone study it. It just surprised me how many other course options there are, its almost like any other non-specialised academy.” Eloise said, taking a sip of her slightly too warm tea. “True, we are mainly set up for Urology and you will see its impact on everything you study even if its kind of unrelated…” She paused for a moment, clearly thinking about some memory. “what subject are you doing by the way?” Julia asked, cracking a couple of eggs into a frying pan. “Im actually just a urology student, I mean this is one of the top-rated institutions for it” Eloise responded. “Cool! We don’t get as many as you might expect. I think a lot of people decide that the few modules we do on it are enough, they can be kind of intense.” “Intense?” “Lets just say there are a lot of practical’s and the school motto will make a lot more sense after your first end of year test” “I second that, Allie said, sauntering through the door and sliding a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster after briefly checking for blue spots. “Strenuis Ardua Cedunt, Adversity Yields to Endeavour” She added, a hint of sarcasm evident in how she spoke. “But don’t worry its nothing bad, plus the modules will prepare you for them. I didn’t have any problems with them and even Allie scored some of the highest marks” Julia said, worried they were freaking the new student out. “Hey, what do you mean EVEN Allie.” But as she unscrewed the cap to her milk and recoiled from the smell, any feigned annoyance disappeared. “We need new milk?” She said, her eyes still narrowed by the smell as she went to pour it down the sink. “How long have you all been here, I thought someone said you al moved in yesterday?” Eloise said, wondering how the milk could already be gone off I that was true. “Oh yeah we did, I brought this from home. I don’t think a day in the car was good for it.” Allie replied, clearly understanding the meaning behind the question. “Oh ok, well I need to grab some food later if you wouldn’t mind showing me the shop in a bit?” Eloise asked. “Sure thing, I’ll just have my breakfast and we can head down. Its not far.” “Perfect, Thank you!” Sitting back at the table with her cup of tea she was quickly joined by Julia and Allie who was carrying a large plate of what looked like half a loaf of toast covered in Nutella, paired with an almost comically giant sports direct mug of coffee. Flipping through her Phone she took a quick photo of her tea, sending it to her mum and dad to let them know she was settling in fine. Part of her wondering what they would get up to now they had no one to look after, her and her two brothers having all moved out over the last few years. Looking at her welcome pack Eloise familiarised herself with the history of the campus, much of which she was already familiar with and was a large part of why she had chosen this university to study at. The pages filled with photos of smiling students, lab equipment and things you could buy from the student shop. Glancing at the faces of the students she wondered for a moment if any of them needed to pee while their photos were being taken. Blinking and frowning at herself she was caught out by her strange thoughts which she wasn’t sure why it had come to her. Although going off what her housemates had just said and the classes she would be involved with, it seemed like a strong possibility some of them did need to pee. Their hidden desperation caught on camera for all students to look through at their leisure. “Alright then, should we head out?” Allie asked, tipping the rest of her coffee into her mouth and standing up. “Yeah sure” Eloise replied, glad to have something to distract her from her own weird and invasive thoughts. Walking towards the door It swung open, revealing a slightly sweaty looking Vanessa and Zara, returning from their exercise class and swigging from large water bottles. “Hey, you guys off out?” Zara asked, wiping her head with her forearm. “Just going to the shop if either of you need anything?” Allie replied. “Actually, mind if I join you. I still need some odds and ends” Vanessa said, throwing her gym bag into the corner, draining the rest of her bottle before turning back towards the door. “ We can give you a quick tour of the campus on the way if you want?” The dark-haired woman added. “That would be really nice if you don’t mind.” Eloise responded. She had been nervous about who she would be paired up with, but it seemed as if she had gotten lucky with everyone here being so nice to her. Plus the fact they were 3rd years was really going to help her get to grips with this place quickly, something she was hoping to do so she could really focus on her studies. While it may have been true the grades didn’t matter this year, she was sure that falling behind now would hurt her later. “Can we stop by the coffee shop?” Allie asked, her large morning cup apparently not enough to satiate the caffeine fiend. Walking down the hill from the house it seemed all the university housing had been put in one area, the roads filled with students coming and going about their businesses. Teary eyed parents waving goodbye to their children who were starting university for the first time, many looking far happier than their parents. “So there is a pub at the end of the road down there, but no one really goes to it other than some Philosophy students.” Vanessa said, making Eloise turn around to face her new tour guide. “Then if you go down that road you have the best take away as well as the onsite pub, bar and a social club. They are all run by the student’s union so the booze is pretty cheap. Then there is a courtyard coming up that has the coffee shop, a bike shop and probably some other things that I’ve not used so who knows….” She finished summarising, a few moments of silence falling between them as Eloise tried to locate everything Vanessa had just said. “Wow, great tour” Allie added sarcastically. “Well I mean pub, Bar and Coffee shop what else do you need?” “How about the main teaching blocks?” “Oh yeah, they are over the other side of the park that’s over there. If you go between the two rows of shops, carry on following the path and it takes you straight to the Uro-block.” “Awesome, Thank you by the way.” Eloise said, actually grateful for the quick tour even if Allie didn’t think much of it. “See, someone appreciates my tour. Also, all the other teaching blocks are connected to that one with signposts to them all inside and outside each door. So if you can get to that block, you should be able to find your way around from there. Oh, and before I forget that’s where the toilets are too.” “What do you mean that’s where the toilets are, don’t most of these places have them too?” “No, the only toilets are in the main teaching campus buildings.” Vanessa answered casually, as if it was perfectly normal for work places or establishments to be without one. “And the house?” Eloise said quizzically, unless she had been given the only one?” “Oh yeah, I forgot about that one in your room. I think there is one in each housing block, two in first year accommodation, but most people don’t really use them.” “What do you mean?” Eloise asked again, still confused by the conversation. I mean, most of us can hold it long enough to just go in the campus when we are there. If you cant hold It a few hours I’d be worried about surviving here for long. Plus a lot of the time things come up where you can get extra credits or even cash for helping out with studies of all kinds. No point in wasting a useful resource right.” “So neither of you pee at home?” She asked, turning to look at Allie. “I mean, I wouldn’t say never and I did a lot in first year before I really got myself under control. But honestly, I cant remember the last time I didn’t use a campus toilet.” She said casually as they walked towards the coffee shop. “Its kind of frowned upon for third years to be that needy, almost a sign of failing to lean and demonstrate what we are being taught.” She added. “But haven’t you been here for a day already?” “Yeah so?” Allie asked, reaching for the door handle and turning it. “You haven’t gone in all that time?” Vanessa couldn’t help but laugh behind her “Oh I forgot what it was like to be a freshman. Yeah, trust me over the next couple of years you will realise how inconvenient or costly it can be to pee and probably develop your own limits considerably. Although, even in first year a day wasn’t too hard for me, you might have to start working on it if you want to make the most of your time here.” She finished, the ending a little more harsh than perhaps she had meant it but the message was clear. “Oh, ok” Eloise said slightly sheepishly, was it so unusual to pee as often as she did, would that affect her grades? She hadn’t considered all of the extra things she might have to do when applying to this university. Its renown for studying all things bladder based now taking on a new emphasis in her mind, not only theoretical but apparently physical. “Hey, don’t look so glum. Everyone starts out like you, we have two years of experience on our side.” Allie tried to comfort her slightly. “And even the smallest bladders in first year are all much stronger now, Speaking of…” Allie smiled to herself as they approached the counter. “Hey summer, Usual please” “Hey Allie, sure thing.” The blonde said, smiling sweetly at her. “Oh and this is our new housemate by the way.” “Sorry I missed the move in” Summer said, offering her hand for Eloise to shake across the counter. “No problem, nice to meet you too” Eloise said, smiling and shaking her hand. “So I know Allie’s drink of choice, what are you after?” “Oh sorry, I’m good thank you. They are just giving me a quick tour on the way to the shop.” “Ah awesome. Yeah definitely feel like we have a good house this year” “Its only been one day” Allie joked, accepting her Coffee and paying for it with her watch that seemed identical to the one Eloise currently had on. “You going the Freshers initiation later?” Summer asked, looking back towards her and ignoring Allies comment. “Initiation?” Eloise asked apprehensively “Its just a party don’t worry, no cult sacrifices or anything like that. Just cheep booze and ice breakers.” Vanessa said, stepping up and giving her own order. “Almost everyone goes to it from Urodynamics. Mainly first years but some second and third years go along, I think we have been every year and its good fun.” “Sure, I mean if you guys are going im happy to join.” Eloise said, not one for large parties but she was coming here to do new things so why not join in. Plus it would give her a good chance to get to know all her new housemates. It was a thought she was starting to regret as she stood in her room a few hours later looking at herself in the mirror. Her plain looking body draped in a dress she had owned for years and had hoped to fill out into at least with her top half. But to her frustration, it seemed the late flowering her mum talked about simply wasn’t happening. Ruffling the cream coloured dress she had a quick spin before heading into the on suite bathroom. After her new friends comments earlier she had put this off far longer than she had intended, trying to push herself a little. Her desperation had hit new heights when she had been putting on her matching heels, the final straw that made her realise enough was enough. Shuffling quickly to the toilet she sat down and let out a powerful stream, staring at the blank wall opposite with her arms on her thighs she sighed deeply. What was she getting herself into tonight, hopefully nothing too crazy. Hearing the excited rabble of a few others in the kitchen over her stream, she figured it was about time to join the others. Stepping into the kitchen she was met with a new face, the one remaining person to meet. “Uh, hi im guessing you are Lucy?” She asked, holding out a hand tentatively to the buxom and tall red head standing next to Vanessa. “Don’t be silly” She said, waving away the hand and coming in for a deep hug. “It’s nice to meet you Eloise, you ready to have some fun tonight?” She asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes that told her that Lucy definitely was. “Yeah, although im probably not going to drink too much with Lectures starting tomorrow.” “Haven’t you seen the Email, classes are Cancelled!” Lucy almost yelled happily. Turning on her watch Eloise quickly scanned to the Email app and sure enough there it was. “Dear Students, Because of a major electrical fault, the main teaching blocks have been closed for your safety while essential repairs are made to the system. As such, all lessons are postponed until it is deemed safe to renter the buildings. Please keep an eye on your emails to make sure you don’t miss any updates. Sincerely, Dean Mary Johnson.” “Wait, so its just the teaching blocks that are closed, isn’t that a little weird?” Eloise asked, the others shrugging at her. “Hey, it works for me. I think Julia might be the only one upset that classes are cancelled for now.” Kay joked. “Yeah, so no excuses. Lets get ready to have fun!” Zara cheered loudly, the others joining in. That voice of regret getting a little louder in the back of Eloise’s mind, but she just had to keep reminding herself, she was here to try and see new things. ------------------ Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! All feedback is always welcome!

Before starting with the story I wanted to say some quick words. This is my first time ever writing a fanfiction, let alone an omorashi fanfiction. I have no idea at all how to write one and I have no idea if anyone will actually like this, but I tried my best and I think it turned out pretty well. Since english is not my native language, there might be some grammatical errors or some sentences that might sound weird, so please understand. Let me know how you liked this one and if you want some more storys of Jade and Tori. I would definitelly be open to write some more storys. Suggestions or wishes would be awesome, although I still have some ideas in my mind. Further background information to read this story are not really required, but it would still be a good idea to have a basic knowledge about the show. Thanks for reading, and now enjoy 🙂 ------------------------------------ It was a wonderful day of July in LA. The weather was perfect. It wasn't too hot to have the students at Hollywood Arts dying and drowning in their own sweat, but it was hot enough to have a nice day at the beach with friends once Sikowitz would finally release all of them into the weekend. But Tori and Jade had other plans. They would spend a very nice day on their own. Tori smirked at the though and glanced over to where Jade was seated. Her incredibly hot, smart, scary and also secret goth girlfriend was slightly jiggeling her legs, her hands laying on her crotch while she was watching the seconds on the clock tick by. Tori had to surpress a moan at that sight. Watching her girlfriend in only her tight hot pants and short crob-top, which was showing a generous amount of cleavage, being absolutely desperate to pee but not being able to openly hold made her wet on the spot. It was only ten minutes to go until it was the end of the day and Tori was almost disappointed that she couldnt enjoy Jade struggeling any longer. They havn't been in a relationship for a long time. Tori waited almost 8 months after Jade and Beck broke up to ask her secred Crush for years out. Jade was surprised, but to Toris disbelive she actually agreed and just a few days later, Tori asked Jade to be her Girlfriend. This happend 3 months ago and they were still keeping it a secred, both enjoying the rush of adrenaline all the secret make-out sessions were giving them. They discovered their shared fetish two months into their relationship on a date night at the movies. Jade didnt go to the toilet before the movie started, which, after drinking 1 liter of soda and watching a 3 hour long movie, turned out to be a huge mistake. By the end of the movie, Jade was absolutely bursting and at her limit but she enjoyed it too much, she almost wanted to hold it until Tori brought her home. Tori, observent as she was, knew her Girlfriend had to pee long before the movie ended. When Jade told her she would need to go before they drove back, Tori build up all the courage she had in her and asked Jade to hold it. Jade was so shocked she let out a small spurt into her panties, not enough to be noticed though. She was so excited and shook her head yes, so they both went to the car, although it took longer than normal, due to Jades small steps. Toris excitement was on a whole new level, so high, she even forgot her own pressing need. On the 20 minute drive home they talked about how they got into pee holding and how excited they both were, that they didnt have to hide it anymore. Jade made Tory horny by telling her how much she had to piss and that she would burst any second. Of course like a good girl, she didnt. She held it all the way back to Toris house and lucky as they were, neither Trina nor Toris parents were home. Jades steps kept getting smaller and smaller until they were at the doorstep. By this point, Jade was beging Tori to open the door and let her go, but Tori teased her and dropped the key multiple times. When she bend over to pick up the key she finally noticed her own desperate need but she was so overcome by Jades incredible bladder bulge and frantic pee dancing, that she just continued to drop it and not open the door. After five minutes of continued key-dropping, it was too much for Jades bladder and the whole river she has been holding totally flood her pants and rushed onto the dorstep. Watching Jade absolutely piss herself in combination with her girlfriends moans was too much for Toris bladder and she pissed herself right next to Jade. After multiple minutes of peeing they looked at each other fondly. That was when their first 'I love you's' fell. That was when they first had sex together. Truly an amazing night. Tori had to surpress another moan as she though about this day once again. Glancing back to the clock she saw that it was almost time to go and as if on clue, Sikowitz wished them all a great weekend. All of Toris friend were the first out of the room, while Jade and Tori hung back. "How are you holding up?" "I'm not sure if I can stand up without causing noticable damage", Jade mumbled under her breath. Tori smirked. "Welp, no point in waiting to find out", she said, while she abruptly yanked Jade to her feet. A loud hissing noice immediately filled the air and Jade shot her hands to her crotch and frantically pressed them down on her pelvis to stop the flow. A wet spot the size of a tennis ball appeared on her shorts, but Jade just managed to stop the flow. "Are you crazy?", Jade whisper-sreamed while Tori just grinned innocently. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean! Now I have to cover it up with something and I don't have a jacket!" Tori sighed. "Here, take my cardigan." Tori reached for the piece of clothing on the chair next to her and gave it to Jade, who looked relived and quickly covered her crotch. "Why the hell do you have a cardigan with you in July?" "I don't know. Just be happy I had it or you would have been embarressed. Now do you wanna get home or continue interviewing me? Your parents still on this buisness trip?", Tori asked as she made her way towards the door. "Yeah, we can go to my house, they will be gone for another 2 weeks at least. Now let's go, I don't wanna piss in your car and I am not sure if I can last the 20 minute drive", Jade gasped as she started pee dancing on the sport. As jade looked in Toris eyes she saw just how much her girlfriend was enjoying to see her at her limit once again. And Jade was enjoying it too, but she was seriously starting to worry if she could make it home as they made their way through the parking lot towards Toris car. Jade's eyes widened in shock once Toris car came into sight. All of their friends were gathered in front of Toris car, having a heated discussion. Probably about what they were gonna do over the course of the weekend. But right now, Jade wanted nothing more than to just relive herself. Tori saw the uncertainty in her girlfriends eyes and knew, she had to get rid of their friends quickly or Jade would have a huge problem. "There you finally are! What were you doing so long in there? Anyways, what do you think we should do today? Go to the beach, what Cat and I want to do, or go to the beach tomorrow and relax today, which obviously is a stupid idea", Robbie immediately ranted as Jade and Tori reched the car. "I don't wanna do anything with you morons", jade grumbled, trying to cover up her pressing need by being her usual grumpy self. Torii agreed. "I think we should wait for tomorrow, I just wanna go home and sleep to be honest", she lied. "But I wanna have ice cream and get wet on the beach with you guys", Cat said pouting. "Look Cat, we can go tomorrow, I promise! I just really wanna go home!" Tori tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible, because she noticed how Jades legs slowly began to shake next to her. Fortunately, beck jumped to both her and Jades rescue. "Cat, I will take you to Freezy Queen and get you Ice-Cream but only if you agree that we gan go tomorrow", Beck smiled. "YAY", Cat yelled, as she quickly hugged Beck and ran towards his car. Beck laughed slightly. "See you guys." They all quickly bid their goodbyes and Tori and Jade jumped into Toris car. Jade sighed relived. She was surprised that nobody asked her about her weird movements. She really tried to keep it together but if she would have stood still for one more second she would have peed. Once they were seated, Jade instantly crossed her legs and pressed her hand against her croth. "Babe I'm telling you you better drive fast I'm at the brim of wetting myself", Jade panted. And it was true. She felt all of that piss sloshing around inside of her bladder, pressing against her peehole, begging her to release her muscles and let out the ocean inside of her. The last time she went to the toilet was before she once again watched the scissoring, her favourite Horror movie of all time. That was at 8pm yesterday, and since it was 3pm now, it has been almost 19 hours since she last emptied her baldder. Since then she had drunken a lot of soda during the movie, a bottle of water before bed, three whole coffees in the morning and a little water at school. Normally she would have emptied her baldder before school, but Tori texted her in the morining, asking her if she needed to go, so she willingly held it for her girlfriend. "You are so hot when you are desperate", Tori moand, as she felt the wetness Jade was cauing ruin her panties. She was really tempted to let her fingers slide into her panties while driving and do something about it, but first of all, she was a responsible driver, and second of all, she would rather have Jade finish her off. "Yeah I know, now fucking drive!", she moaned, as she bend over in her seat. "Only if you put your seatbelt on, babe. We don't want you to die in an accident! And do it tight too", Tori winked at her. Jade was too tired to argue. She put it on and instantly felt the fabric roughly push into her bladder. She crossed her legs even tighter, as another spurt escaped her urethra. 10 minutes into the drive, Jades bladder suddenly contracted. She yelpt loudly and instantly set up tighter in her seat as a huge spurt escaped into her panties, soaking her butt. "Tori, Tori, please, I'm telling you I can't hold it! I thought i could, but I can't, please do something, stop anywhere RIGHT. NOW!", jade screamed, as she lifted her dripping butt from the seat, while spurted again. "Jade, you are a good girl, I think-", Tori began to shut her girlfriends wishes down as she stopped at a red light, but Jade was quick to speak. "If you don't stop anywhere right now I'm pissing all over your car, I'm not joking Tori, look at me!", jade screamed desperately. Her pants were unbuttoned by now, the seatbelt was long gone and both of her hands her clamping her urethra shut, trying everything to keep the spurts from coming, but her whole shorts were dark blue by now, pee dripping onto the seat while pee escaped trough Jade's hands almost every second by now. Toris eyes widened and she quickly reacher for her bag in the backseat to get her empty waterbottle out and handed it to Jade. Jade wanted to tell Tori to keep going until she found an empty parking lot, but her constant spurts and contracting bladder kept her moth shut and she quickly put one leg up against the dashboeard, janked her pants and panties down, exposing her dripping wet crotch. She pressed the bottle against her vagina and instantly let out a huge gush of pee, almost too big for the hole of the waterbottle. She moaned loudly as all of the liquid she has been keeping inside of her for almost a whoe day escaped and gushed into the bottle. A few spurts didn't make it into the bottle and dripped onto parts of the car, but Tori didn't mind. The traffic light was still red, so Tori got to savor the sight of her exhausted girlfriend. Her eyes were glued to her crotch as she watch Jades huge tank empty into the bottle, which was filling up rather quickly. Tori loudly moand as she subconsciously let her hand travel into her own pants. Jades stream was at no way starting to get less, as Tori reached for her second empty bottle and silently handed it to Jade as she took the first full 1 litre bottle from her. The traffic lights turned green and Tori reluctantly drew her eyes back on the road. She started the rest of the drive back to Jades place with the sound of Jade's dying stream playing like music in her ears...

Battle of the Bladders “Last order ladies”, the bar tender announced to the two groups of women eyeing each other as they neared the end of their contest. “How are you doing over there kid” One of them asked across the bar, aimed a red head in the group opposite. “Im fine Angela, thanks for asking” she answered back. Despite the kid comment the woman had to be in her late twenties, although she was the youngest of them by about a decade. Both tables were covered in empty glasses, the contents consumed by the number of experienced middle-aged women who sat around them. “Looks like another victory for St. Mary’s” The same woman gloated. “What are you on about Angela, no one has peed yet. The contest isn’t over.” Another retorted. “Come on Joe, its clear Valerie is the most desperate” Angela said, indicating the younger woman sipping on another pint. “That’s not the point. You know its first to pee that loses and that could be anyone. Remember that time Charlotte lost despite acting confident.” “Yeah, but no one pee’s anymore. Our bladders have gotten too strong for these little contests.” Joe said, a hint of sadness detectable in the statement, clearly missing the good old days of their contests. But she was right, after more than a decade of these challenges at the bar, she couldn’t remember the last time one of them had lost it. “So what are you saying, you guys not want to compete anymore?” Joe seemed to think for a moment, a hand scratching her chin before a smile spread across her cheeks. “Or we do it properly, a final hold to determine if St Cuthbert’s or St. Mary’s nurses are the better holders once and for all.” Now it was Angela’s turn to smile. “So one last contest, winner takes all. I like it, but how were you thinking of doing it?” “Well, considering how much I know we all work, im sure we all have some holiday saved up right? so why done we all take a week off and…” “Pfff, a week, im not sure that’s long enough to break me” Angela said confidently, patting her iron bladder. “Fine two weeks!” Joe said loudly, clearly goaded in by the mere suggestion that Angela had the strongest bladder. “My family has a holiday home we can use” Another of Joes group brought up. “We can go there, it will be free and has plenty of room for us”. “Perfect.” The two women said in unison, wide smiles across their faces once again. Soon they would know which of their groups was the better at holding. Over the next week the groups got together and planned out the contest, every little detail being ironed out and agreed upon so no one could have any excuses. It was decided that each group would have a single champion, a bladder gladiator that would fight for their team and hospital. That way it was a straight fight, if they all competed there might be different conditions that could make each team feel like they had won. This was a fight for total supremacy, there was no room for grey areas. They needed a black and white winner and loser, and both groups were certain they would be the winner. Aside from the basic rules of the 1 on 1, other agreements had been made during a meeting the day before the contest was to begin. It was determined a 5 second pee break would be allowed twice a day. The two contestants would have to pee at mid-day and midnight, a short rest bite to allow their bodies to stop the build-up of toxins in their systems. While it had been the scene of a fierce debate among the ladies, this was the preferred method for the safety of the two women. It was noted that this process may make it harder for the women to hold, but it was quickly agreed that this would just be an extra challenge for the iron bladdered gladiators. A test of true control not just capacity. Arriving at the cabin the large group of women couldn’t help but be in a good mood, soon they would know which of them could truly consider themselves the bladder queens. “Alright ladies, unload the truck!” Joe shouted, a number of the women starting to unload the large cases of beer they had brought with them. A low percentage ale had been selected as the best option for a drink that they could safely consume large amounts of, while also increasing their need to pee. From the outside it may have seemed like overkill for regular bladdered folk, these were not regular bladders that would be competing. Standing in the main room a few minutes later the two groups gathered opposite each other, the tension and rivalry easy to feel as it combined with the excitement and pride they were all sure would be theirs when their hospital won. Alright then, should we officially get this underway? I think its safe to say we know who will be competing against each other” Angela said confidently. Her and Joe had been rivals since medical school, both becoming successful nurses and choosing rival hospitals. The pair would often square off against each other in all manner of contests, both in private and when representing their hospital in an official capacity. Even since the first bladder contest almost 11 years ago, the then young nurses had destroyed the opposition and come out on top. In the end Angela had won that challenge by a matter of minutes, with Joe wetting herself surrounded by their colleagues. However, since then Joe had won as many times as Angela herself had. Now with such large bladders neither was ever in real danger of losing it in their weekly contests at the bar, but it had just become somewhat of a tradition. “I wouldn’t be so sure” Joe said, another wicked smile on her and her groups face. “I do hope its not Valerie you are putting forward, I was rather hoping for an actual contest.” Angela said, the arrogance and mild disdain for the suggestion easy to hear in her voice. “No, but I think our champion has just arrived.” Walking through the door came a woman Angela hadn’t seen in many years. Ever since she became head of Urology at St Cuthberts, she had basically disappeared. The athletic looking woman pushed through the door, her long blonde hair pulled tightly into a short ponytail that barely seemed to budge as she walked confidently towards them. Her bright and blemish free skin giving the woman a youthful appearance, although the signs of an aging face were still there. “I think you know Sam” Joe said, the smile unable to get any bigger as she enjoyed the moment of hesitation on Angela’s face. “Its not matter, I can wipe the floor with anyone and everyone here, especially a has been holder like Sam” she spat out. “Nice to see you too Angie” Sam said, remembering the deep rivalry between them as if it had been yesterday. Before Angela and Joe had formed their rivalry, Angela had been singled out by Sam early on in her training. The pair had duelled at almost every opportunity, sparring in anything and everything with the two fierce women giving no quarter and taking no prisoners in their games. However, after Sam’s promotion the two of them had barely seen each other. Sam had even stopped coming to the bar to take part in the weekly bladder matches, but apparently Joe had brought her back for this final test. Still glaring at each other the two groups with their champions selected were finally ready to start. On one side the St Cuthbert nurses stood, Sam and Joe taking their places Infront of the others. Two other nurses Sandra and the junior Valerie behind them. St Mary’s on the opposite side was to be represented by Angela herself, supported by her friends and fellow nurses Vicky, Hannah, Tilly and Julie. “Ok, so we know the rules right?” Joe asked, walking into the centre of the room and between the groups. “Both contestants must drink the same amount, so anytime one of you grabs a drink, the other must have one too. Partial pees must take place at 12am and 12pm on the dot, once you starting peeing you have 5 seconds to release as much as you can. However, you must regain control of yourself quickly, any drops or extended peeing time will result in a penalty drink.” Joe said out loud, making sure neither of the women or groups had an excuse, they wouldn’t be able to pretend they didn’t know of a rules on her watch. She knew she was going to win and didn’t want anything spoiling it, especially some sort of technicality. “Yeah If you release more that you are allowed you have to drink more.” Vicky, another of Angela’s group interjected, clearly excited at the prospect of the contest. “Yes exactly. Now, the first pee will be a complete one. So you will both empty yourself at midnight tonight after drinking as much as you can. This should break the seal and make sure that even your iron bladders are tested. We only have two weeks to determine a winner, so the extra precaution is necessary.” Despite the audaciousness of that comment in other circumstances, the two groups nodded in agreement as they were all aware of the holding powers of the women here. For many of them, it would be the first time they got to witness their champions exhibiting any kind of desperation. Both Sam and Angela would often drink ungodly amounts at work, while seemingly unphased or simply not feeling a need to pee. The only real reason they and the others didn’t continue to hold after their contests at the bar was the possible consequences or slips of concentration at work. Despite the fierce competitiveness of the groups, all the women were professionals to the utmost level. “So its almost noon, do you two want to pee now so we can get this contest started?” Joe asked, keen to get things rolling. “Yeah sure” Angela said, her face lit up like a kid at Christmas. This was her time to shine, her time to show Joe, Sam and all the nurses from St. Cuthbert’s what she and her nurses were capable of. “Im ok, I don’t need to pee” Sam said calmly, cutting through the excitement. The other nurses starting to wonder if she was trying to undermine Angela already? “Well I suppose, there isn’t really any need too at this point since you will be peeing later?” Joe conceded, looking to the others to see what they thought. “Yeah I don’t need to either, I just thought it was a rule” Angela hastily added. “Well in that case, I guess we can call to order this contest if everyone is ready?” With a cheer the two champions were handed their first large beer and as the clock struck mid-day, they pulled off the tops and began to chug them back. Despite it being a test of longevity, it seemed both were in a competitive mood and were determined to show their abilities. In less than 10 seconds both women had finished the 500ml (17.oz) bottle. “Another” Angela shouted, the two contestants’ hands quickly filled by another cool bottle. Like some sort of western movie, the two women locked eyes to see who would move first. Quickly the lids were discarded, the neck of the second bottle put to their waiting lips and chugged back again. This time it was even quicker, 8 seconds! “Another!” Sam said, their rivalry clearly now at full force. Once again their hands were filled by a bottle handed to them by a member of their own team and again the bottles were quickly drained of their contents. “Again!” Angela retorted, neither woman wanting to be the first to give in, despite the contest being on for less than a minute so far. “Alright ladies, maybe we should pace ourselves a little. The real contest hasn’t even started yet” Joe tried to reason, not wanting to go through the beer supply too soon. “You’ve got this Angela, she’s only just getting started!” Valerie shouted. “Show them what St. Mary’s nurses are made from.” She continued, handing out another beer. Both groups of women immensely confident in their chances to win. There was just no way they could lose. This time it took a little longer for the women with locked eyes to finish the beers, but soon both bottles along with 2 more each soon sat in the empty box they had come out of. But finally with the crate completely empty, it seemed as if they had reached a point where both women felt they had proven themselves. Placing a hand on her distended stomach Angela could feel the weight of the beer mixed with the day and half of pee she already had inside her. She hadn’t meant to go so long without peeing, but she simply hadn’t felt the need yesterday. Two days without peeing was a rare occurrence for her, but she knew that her bladder could easily wait. Long double shifts at the hospital would sometimes wear her out to the point of falling asleep as soon as she got home. Waking up and heading into work the following day without relieving herself, comfortably drinking through the day and returning home before peeing. Sam on the other hand had made sure to pee the night before, working in a urology lab she knew the risks of holding onto her pee for too long or too often. Although, In her younger days she had trained herself to hold long and hard, going days at a time if not full work weeks without peeing. It had made her somewhat of a legend and was part of the reason the bladder challenges had started, with others trying to prove they were just as strong as she was. Either because they wanted the same attention she got, or wanted to take her down a peg. In her experience it was the attention seekers that had given her a run for her money more often than not. There was a very short list of people who had been able to do just that, with today’s opponent right at the top of it. In fact, many of those in the room had been her best competitors is those days, but being promoted gave her little in the way of time to partake in such events. Plus, she couldn’t be shown up by a lower level nurse, it would be bad for her image. The hours passed quickly with the women reading, watching tv or chatting in the main room. There was even some fraternising between the groups, although everyone still maintained that their hospital was superior. For the two champions the beer had gone through their systems quickly and they both felt their bladder starting to fill, a dull weight inside their abdomen. But even with a couple more bottles during the evening, neither felt a strong or even moderate need to pee. Soon 11pm rolled around and the anticipation grew, breaking the seal would surely speed up the process and they all knew it would mean the other challenger would start showing signs of desperation quickly. But beyond simply winning, the other women were also excited to see these two bladder behemoths go head to head, with stories of past contests going down as legend in their hospitals. Seeing the two fierce competitors forced to the edges of even their control was an enticing prospect, with everyone in the room wanting to see how far they could push them both. As midnight finally rolled around both Angela and Sam were sat in the main room. A fire burning brightly next to them, its flickering flames dancing along the large stone walls. “So, how do we do this?” Sam asked the room. “Do what?” “Pee, there is only one toilet right. So who goes first?” “Why, already desperate enough to need to go first?” Angela asked with a searing tone of mockery. “hahaha” Sam laughed deeply, her head falling back. “If you think I need to pee this soon and after drinking so little, im not sure you are ready for this contest. To even think this small, it shows how limited your bladder must be.” She shot back. Getting a glower of distain from Angela. “You can just pee on the floor in here if you want?” Valerie responded. “Its an old building and my parents never really come here anymore.” “Well that makes it easier, we can both go at the same time.” Sam said, happy that when she won there would be no excuses of Angela having to pee seconds later or earlier than her. The large clock on the wall began to chime, its ornate hands pointing upwards together. It was time for Sam’s and Angela’s first and final full pee. This would be the last time either of them voluntarily emptied themselves completely for the foreseeable future. “Well ladies, time to pee” Sandra said as all of the others gathering around to watch Sam and Angela pee. Slowey they unbuttoned and pulled their jeans down, revealing bare skin covered in goose-pimples from the cold room. Dropping into a squat as the clock chimed for the 12th time a pair of thick and heavy streams burst out from both women. A loud splattering noise filling the room as their piss hit the hardwood flooring, large frothing puddles starting to form and spread out from the two women. For almost 40 seconds the two women maintained their position as their thigh muscles started to burn from their squatting stance. Now as they both ran dry they stared at the single large puddle now covering much of the floor, draining between gaps in the wood. “Alright then, looks like the contest is on” Joe said smiling about more than just the start of the contest. She had seen Angela sigh while releasing! That could only mean her opponent was clearly enjoying the relief, while her champion Sam barely even seemed to register what she was doing. It had been somewhat embarrassing for Joe to admit someone could out hold her, but she was already glad she had taken the hard to swallow pill and gotten Sam to take part in her place. Walking over to the pile of beer crates Angela pulled a pair of bottles out. “Well I guess since we are empty now, may as well start filling ourselves back up. Wouldn’t be much of a contest if we didn’t drink right?” she said opening both bottles and holding out one. “I couldn’t agree more” Sam nodded, walking over to the crates of drink. But instead of taking a bottle from Angela, she instead picked up a full crate. “What do you think, 6 bottles a good starting point?” “I……” Angela stammered for a second. “Whats that sorry? I think your tiny bladder might have been about to say no?” Megan chimed in from the side. She had always been a massive fan of Sam, her holding stories use to sound so amazing to her. Now, being able to see one first hand she couldn’t wait for her friend to put these smug St. Mary’s girls in their place. “Shut it Megan! I can hold plenty, I was more worried about Sam.” She said, cursing the slight pause in her answer. She couldn’t believe she had already shown weakness, but that wasn’t going to happen again. “But if the has-been is that confident, then I guess there is no reason to go easy on her. How about 12? A full crate each should make sure we feel something in a couple of days right?” Angela said, studying her opponent for any sign of weakness, any flinch, but she saw none. “Alright then, 12 each. Sounds like a good plan. Wouldn’t want to run out of time here without being able to be crowned the winner when you inevitably wet yourself.” “You talk big for someone who gave up holding a long time ago, I’ve been training this whole time and I will easily beat you.” Angela shouted back. “Well, may the best bladder win then” “Thank you, I plan on!” Angela said coldly, enjoying the look of disdain from the other nurses. Locking eyes once more the two women opened their first bottles and began to drink, the frothing amber liquid flowing down their throats and into their waiting bodies. Bodies and bladders that would for the most part remain closed for the foreseeable future. Now onto their second bottle the fires of competition only seemed to get brighter, with each sequential bottle they again looked for a moment of hesitation from the other. But even as they sucked down the 12th bottle of bubbling beer, neither had shown any. Their stalwart appearance surviving even as they felt their stomach’s bloating massively. The next morning the women woke in the unfamiliar surroundings of the cabin, taking a moment for their brains to remember where they were. During breakfast both challengers continued to mirror the drinks of each other, several glasses of orange juice and water being downed in the early hours of the day. By now their bladders were protruding slightly from their skin, bulges that would make most people desperate but seemed to have no impact on either of them. Their once flat stomachs starting to disappear beneath the layer of liquid pushing out of them. “I think im going to have another glass of water” Angela said confidently, placing the tall glass under the tap and filling it. Waiting as Sam walked up behind her, drinking the half a glass she still had and followed suit with another full glass. “If you think you can win this by making me drink lots you are wrong. My bladder is bigger and stronger than yours” She whispered into the close ear of Angela. “I don’t know what you are talking about Sam. This is just how much I normally drink, and I can assure you that I will win this. Especially if you think this is a lot to drink” she mimicked the earlier sentiment. Sam’s eyes narrowed with anger; Angela was no match for her. Yet she pretended to be the bladder queen, well no longer would she let that happen, she had let the other nurses confidence build for too long. “Normal amount you drink you say, then I guess its not much of a contest yet. Maybe we should drink more than that, since we are finding out who has the strongest bladder after all.” Angela had paused last night, it had been a sign of weakness, a sign she would not repeat. “I think that’s a great idea, wouldn’t want to keep it too easy.” She said, walking over to the tap and refilling her now empty glass. “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind, an extra glass is hardly much more than im sure we can handle.” Sam said, pausing to down her glass and following it up with another full one from the tap to keep up with Angela. “I made sure Joe got me some supplies, I think they should be under here” Sam said, reaching into the back of the extra-large fridge. A few moments later she handed Angela a massive 3 litre (106oz) box of cranberry juice, pulling a second out for herself. “I think this might meet our needs of a bit extra” Sam said smugly. “It’s a start” Angela said, happy at seeing the look on Sams face wiped away. Walking over to the kitchen table, the two women uncorked the boxes and began to drink them swiftly. By 11.55 both of the large boxes were empty, the 6 litres of heavily diuretic liquid now sitting inside the two women. At this point the waist bands of their jeans had started to press heavily into their distended stomachs as they tried not to show any signs of discomfort. “So you guys ready for your first pee?” Vicky asked, holding a freshly cooked bacon sandwich in one hand. “I don’t need it” Angela said hastily, “But I guess If it’s the rules then im ok with it.” “Same, but I’ll be surprised if you even have the strength to stop once you start” Sam said. “I’ll show you strength. Even after you go, im sure I can last days longer than you.” “Well, we will see about that” Vicky said, clearly enjoying the intensity of the two women’s rivalry. A few minutes later the two of them were surrounded once again, the other nurses assembling to watch on the off chance this was where it would end. But just looking at both the competitors, it was clear neither was desperate yet and they were all sure they could survive this first round. “Ok, so I guess someone needs to count out loud, we will say 3…2…1….go and on go you pee.” “Seems simple enough” Sam said. “Then you will have 5 seconds to pee as much as you can, but make sure to regain control when we count down the seconds. Peeing for longer will result in a penalty drink remember.” Joe said calmly. “Ok guys, when the clock strikes 12, I will count you down if you want to get yourselves ready” Vicky stated, grabbing her phone to use as a stop watch. Angela quickly unbuttoned her jeans, dropping into a stooping squat. “In a rush are we?” came a snide remark from Valerie. But instead of retorting, Angela ignored it and centred herself for the pee that was about to happen. This was new to her, she had never had to cut off a pee mid-stream before. Her holding prowess meant she could hold on for as long as needed, she had never leaked in any of the contests since graduating. Her iron grip of her bladder was one of her proudest features, yet she now had to voluntarily loosen her muscles and let just a tiny amount of her pee out. A rustling of clothes to her left and seeing a pair of flesh coloured knees next to her made her aware Sam had now joined her. “Ok guys, get ready. Start peeing on 1, and stop on 5.” “10 seconds……..3…2…1…pee” On command a thick stream of pee shot out from Sam, thundering into the ground In front of her. However, to her left little more than a dribble left Angela as she failed to unlock her muscles for a second. Her face burning with embarrassment she did her best to calm her mind and finally the dribble turned into a solid stream. The pair of clear streams falling through the air in tandem for mere seconds. “3…4…5, Stop!” Clenching both women easily stopped the flow, their lack of desperation helping them with their control. However, even in this state they could both feel their muscles aching, a slight burning sensation in their groins as their bladder were cruelly forced shut before they emptied fully. “Have a bit of trouble there” Sam joked, pulling her jeans back up. “Not use to peeing when I don’t have too” Angela said, her face still slightly red. She had always considered her control immaculate, but she hadn’t considered this being part of what control meant. Surely shutting off the flow was an even greater measure of it, demonstrating that they had complete dominion over the bladders. She would have to do better and learn this skill in the future she told herself. “Angela, heads up” came a call from Sam who tossed her a bottle of beer. “We should probably replace what we just lost right?” she said far to cheerily for Angela’s liking. Smiling she grabbed the bottle, unscrewing the lid and downing it in one go. Smacking her lips she noisily sighed in satisfaction. “Thanks I needed that” Angela said, watching as Sam drank hers slightly slower. “So how is your bladder feeling?” she asked loudly “I don’t feel anything yet, bit weird forcing yourself to pee when you feel empty though.” Sam said confidently. Angela knew that was a lie, she must have been feeling something by now. Her own bladder was far from full, but she still felt the heaviness of all the drinks that were sitting inside it. “Yeah same, I think that’s why I couldn’t get started. My body didn’t need to pee so it didn’t want too.” “Yeah that must be it…” Sam said dismissively, the sentiment angering Angela who crossed her arms and walked back to her chair. She would show Sam, only one of them would be walking away a winner and that would be her. …. Despite the initial difficulty getting started, any idea that the women were already struggling was quickly put to bed as the same scene played itself out twice a day for six whole days. Each day consisting of a lot of drinking with and between each meal. More than half of the beer crates were now empty and the recycling was filled with a dozen cartons of fruit juice. Their bladders had ballooned out massively because of it, yet both Sam and Angela remained calm and composed. The bulges in their abdomen the only truly obvious sign of the battle going on in their bodies, bodies which only felt the faintest of releases each day. “You guys ready for your next pee?” Valerie asked. Playing it cool both ladies dismissively shrugged, although neither could deny their need to pee now. With almost a full week separating them from their last full pee, the weight of liquid inside their bladders was truly monstrous. Sam now sat with her legs crossed in as relaxed a manor as possible, while Angela had hers pressed together and almost sitting side saddle on her chair. But now it was time for the next pee, meaning both of them had to stop what they were doing and walk back into the centre of the room. Falling into a squat Sam almost gasped, the separation of her muscles combined with the heaviness of her bladder making her muscles throb for a second. But thankfully no one seemed to have noticed. However, looking up she could see Angela walking carefully towards her. There was a faint look of unease on her opponent’s face, a look that meant Sam knew she was going to win this. “Having trouble there?” She chastised her opponent, widening her legs to show she was still in complete control. “No, I am fine thanks” Angela lied. Her bladder had started to throb inside her after their last pee at midnight yesterday. It was only light, but the constant pulses were something she hadn’t felt in many months. Despite their contests she couldn’t remember the last time she had pushed her body this far in terms of the amount she had drunk. Entering a squat she felt her muscles tremble for a moment before they regained their strength. “Ready, pee in 3…2…1.” Two heavy streams began splattering onto the now slightly warped wood. However, after only a moment one stream seemed to taper off, it was Sam. The blonde nurse began breathing heavily as she tried to relax her muscles, but they had locked up. Her typically strong jet of piss a weak spray before tapering off completely at just 4 seconds. Beside her Angela’s stream continued, before being cut off almost instantly as Julie counted to 5 seconds. A look of glee on her face, having witnessed Sam failing to control herself. “You’ve got this Angela. She couldn’t even pee” one of her friends shouted as the two of them “Having a bit of trouble there Sam?” “No, im fine thanks. Didn’t need to pee anyway.” She lied, feeling her face flush involuntarily and giving the game away. “Sure, I bet that’s why you have been sitting with your legs crossed isn’t it.” Angela has sensed weakness and she wasn’t about to give that up. “What no!” Sam shouted back, her face unable to get redder. “Well in that case, you should have no problem if we have another one of your juice cartons?” Angela was making a gamble, well actually it wasn’t a gamble for her. She was sure she was winning and by making her opponent drink a lot more, she was sure it would tip Sam over the edge. Angela would be crowned winner before she even started to struggle, this is what Joe got for bringing in an outsider. Walking over to the fridge she pulled out another of the large boxes. Sam’s face was almost burning, being called out like that was humiliating. But she would show that arrogant bitch who was the true bladder queen. Her muscles might have locked up but that was because they didn’t want to pee, every fibre of her body was designed and trained not to pee. The only reason she was having any trouble was because she was so good at not peeing. While little nursey over there gloated, Sam was going to make her pay for this humiliation. Her bladder was so much stronger than even Angela could comprehend, she would make her opponent suffer. The gloves were off and the drinking was about to go up a notch. But, thinking for a moment she remembered the saying, the bigger they are the harder they fall. That would be how she would get her, she would build up Angela so much and then crush her like a grape under a boot. Walking over to where the gloating Angela was stood waiting, she accepted the cranberry juice and grabbed another glass. Moving over to the table they began to down glass after glass of the drink. But about half way through Sam stopped, putting the glass down on the table for the first time and noticing the glint her opponent’s eyes. “Oooh, too much for your poor widdle bladder” Angela mocked. “What no, Im just bored of Cranberry juice. Fancy a coffee?” She said confidently, standing even as she felt a light spasm in her bladder. Its fullness making any movement hazardous, upsetting its status quo. “Oh wait, you don’t have a choice do you” she laughed, in spite of the moment of unease. “She can handle it!” Vicky shouted, having been intently watching the drink off. Walking over to the cupboards Sam rummaged through them until she found what she was looking for. A pair of large metallic cafetiere’s that she pulled out from the back of the shelf. Checking inside she was pleased to see they looked almost brand new, their metal shining brightly and the filter looking pristine. “These should do” she said happily. Turning on the tap she began the process of filling the large kettle with water, standing with her legs apart as the tap water noisily splashed around inside the container. Soon the water had boiled and the coffee had been made, the large 12 cup devices usually shared amongst a large group. But this time they each had their own, both sitting confidently as they waited for the coffee to reach a drinkable temperature. All the while staring at each other, still finishing off their cranberry juice. “This is just a show, I know you will break soon” Angela said as Sam took her first sip of coffee. “We will see…drink up” Sam said condescendingly. As they downed cup after cup of coffee they could both feel the warm mass of liquid now sitting inside their body. But what had started as a nice warming sensation had quickly turned uncomfortable, their bodies starting to cramp more aggressively due to the strongly caffeinated drink. Their hearts also starting to flutter and muscles spasms increased in frequency as they continued to drink. However, Sam had taken that into account and only put in a little regular but mostly decaffeinated to not cause them any health issues. Yet still, her body was reacting to the hot drinks. By midnight that day the warmth had long died off, but the urgency in their desperation had increased significantly. Their now heavily distended bladders filled with litres upon litres of pee that was begging to be released. The once occasional spasms now far more frequent as both ladies fought their bodies for control. Angela had been looking at the clock for the last 30 minutes, she needed this pee. She hated to admit it, but she was starting to get close to her comfortable capacity and soon she was going to have to start taking measures to ensure she could keep holding. It would be humiliating to do it, a sure sign of weakness. But if she could just bare down on her muscles hard enough this time, then she might be able to take the edge off and make it another day without having to take such humiliating measures. The longer she put between her and Sam’s inevitable loss, the stronger she would look and everyone would see how good her control was. Looking over she could see Sam sat down, her legs now crossed at the knees as her giant bladder made her unable to cross them at her thighs. She was breaking, Angela knew it! Finally the clock showed it was just 1 minute to go till their next pee, standing slowly Angela walked to the centre of the room. Breathing deeply she cleared her mind, trying to focus on what she was attempting to achieve. “You look like you are starting to struggle” Sam said, watching her opponent trying to calm herself in the centre of the room. “The only thing that is starting to struggle is the button on your jeans” she replied, keeping her composure and trying to almost meditate to get her muscles to obey her soon to be orders. “Yeah, well they might have a limit but I don’t.” Sam answered back, frustrated her comment hadn’t riled Angela up. Joining her in a squat at the centre of the room once again. “5...4…3…2…1…pee” came the command. It was almost second nature now, but again as Sam felt her stream start strongly it seemed to taper off as something inside her caused her to muscles to contract. Despite the overwhelming need to pee she was currently experiencing as the weak stream left her, she just couldn’t get her muscles to relax enough to let a hard stream out. They were just too well trained to hold. “Ughhh” she grunted as she accidentally exerted herself too much, bearing down on her muscles. A few laughs happening at her expense from the other nurses. Next to her the opposite was happening as Angela held her breath, pushing down on her bladder for all it was worth. What had started as a strong stream only increased in speed and volume as she contracted her abdominal muscles to squeeze her bladder. The solid jet of pee now shooting almost a foot, her muscles obeying the orders to push out as much as possible. “3…2…1…stop” Valerie announced, worried slightly by Sams poor show again. A moderate puddle still sat under the blonde-haired woman, but it was nothing compared to Angela’s who seemed to have peed almost as much as a normal person would when emptying out completely. A pleased look on her face as she felt her bladder get slightly lighter. Although, as she stood the relief was far less than she had hoped she would achieve, but even a little bit was good enough. Noticing the small puddle under Sam, she was more sure than ever she would win. Waking up the next day Angela had to put a hand between her legs, the urge for a morning pee far stronger than it had been the day before. The last week of drinking was clearly taking its toll and taxing her muscles. Her constantly full and ever filling bladder no longer giving her any time to rest. The break in her desperation she had hoped the pee last night would have given her had already disappeared. The morning was filled with a hearty breakfast for all the nurses, large plates of eggs, sausages and bacon were washed down with lots of fruit juice for all of them. As the sun shone through the woodland next to the cabin, it was decided that they should go for a walk once they had eaten their fill. For the two full bladdered women this task was a little more difficult than they had imagined, now forced to move more than a few steps it constantly jostled the contents of their bodies. The vast quantity of liquid stored in them shifting with each uneasy step and their bulging abdomens forcing them to walk with an unnatural gate. However, neither woman complained and both kept up appearances of being in complete control. However for Angela this movement was really not helping her, she had been reasonably comfortable sitting in the house. Her bladder reaching an equilibrium as her muscles remained firmly in place and her bladder continued to stretch freely. But now as she was forced to tense her moving muscles, she could feel the beginnings of fatigue setting in. Sam on the other hand was feeling far more relaxed, the calming walk through nature helping her get out of her own head for a moment. The last two partial pees had gone badly for her, with many of the other nurses making jokes at her expense. It had been starting to get to her, but now outside she could let herself relax a little. The sounds of the birds and creaking trees calming her. “Guys its almost 12, should we head back?” Vicky asked, not wanting to disrupt the contest. “Yeah sure, we probably should” Angela replied, stopping and turning around. “Or…we could do it out here?” Valerie suggested. “What, out side, what if someone sees us” Sam asked nervously. “I mean the woods seems pretty quiet. Plus it would mean less clean up” Joe joined in. “Sure why not” Angela said, happy to see that Sam had been hesitant. Would that mean another weak pee from her? She must really be struggling by now. A few minutes later the group found a shaded area and both women pulled their Jeans down preparing to pee. The countdown started and on cue both ladies began to pee, the strong streams a sign that Sam had overcome whatever had been holding her back. Yesterday had been difficult for her, but she smiled as she felt a heavy stream spraying out of her and splattering into the mud. However, after a few seconds something started to worry both of them. Despite feeling themselves peeing and seeing it rush out of them, neither could feel any benefit. Their bladders now so bloated and full that even as they peed, it did nothing for their increasing desperation. “and…stop” Valerie counted down. “Oh god” Angela said quietly, trying to closer her muscles., A grunt escaping from Sam at the same moment as both women were forced to fight for control for the first time. It was close, they had probably both gone slightly over the time, but they had still stopped the flow. But the burning feeling between their legs had gotten so much worse as their tired muscles really starting to strain after a week of not being able to relax fully. Despite this and their ever-filling bladders, both women held and held. Time passing increasingly slowly for the two women as they felt their already bloated bodies expand even more. The partial pees had lost their impact, with neither woman feeling any relief from the 5 second pees any more. 48 Hours after their pee in the woods and now in their nineth day without being empty, they could feel their muscles weakening. The nerve endings in their taught skin and distended bladders now constantly demanding attention. The throbbing from inside their bodies becoming annoyingly consistent for the two women as they battled the increasing pressure that was building inside them. Stood in the kitchen Sam poured herself A large cup of coffee, hoping it would keep her alert. Plus, over the last couple of nights sleep had not come easily, finding herself tossing and turning quietly in her bed. The giant orb of liquid sticking out of her was making finding a comfortable position almost impossible. Filling another glass for Angela she carried it over to the other nurse, currently sitting in a chair reading. Her lips tightly pursed as she sat rigidly with her legs pressed tightly together. Sam was sure it was a sign of how desperate her opponent had come, but she knew she would deny it if she asked. “Here, I wanted a coffee so I brought you one as well. Unless that’s an issue?” “Why would there be an issue?” Angela said, slightly surprised by Sam’s sudden appearance “You’re looking a bit full.” Sam said, pointing at Angela’s bladder. Now stood next to each other it was possible for the others in the room to see the true extent of their bladders. While both women had drunk the same amount, it seemed their differences in stature had created vastly different bladder shapes. As the taller of the two, Angela’s bladder looked more like a large beer belly. The rotund shape bulging out of her lower stomach several inches, pressing over the hem of her underwear, their Jeans discarded some time ago as they failed to fit around their large bladders. Angela’s watermelon sized growth defying gravity as it hung there, her skin almost white as it was stretched as far as it could. Meanwhile Sam’s shorter physique seemed to have created more of an all over wide bulge, a horizontal tyre like mass pushing its way out of her stomach. Unlike Angela, it looked as if her entire torso was trying to push itself out of her skin. The massive bulge starting just below her large breasts and pushing out of her centre, before curving down and almost looking normal by the time it reached her crotch. But unlike Angela it had the added effect of stretching Sam sideways, her straight sides now also bulging outwards as the pressure inside her seemed to push in all directions at once. “You can talk, don’t pretend like you haven’t been tossing and turning all night. I’ve heard your bed.” Angela shot back. “So you have been up all night too then” Sam retorted, trying not to act surprised by Angela’s comment and deflecting it back at her. “Yeah well…the beds are not comfortable are they” “No, they’re a bit harder than im use too.” Sam conceded. ”Sure its not your bladder” Angela said, clearly accusing her of lying. “My bladder is fine, you’re the one im having to make drinks for.” “Im just taking it easy on you, I didn’t want to break you by making you drink too much. Although im sure you will disgrace yourself and your hospital soon.” “You think you’re so strong, but you don’t even know the meaning of an iron bladder!” Sam spat back, not being able to remember the last time someone had talked to her this way. Let alone someone with such a small bladder! “Oh yeah, I bet you I win this contest easily” “In your dreams, im going to win this without any sweat” “You sure about that, I can see the clamminess of your skin already.” It was true, Sam’s skin had gotten a little shiny, the exertion making her sweat just slightly. “Its from the heat of the kettle!” Sam angrily retorted. “You know what, you talk a big game but lets see how you feel after another crate of beers. In fact, why don’t we put a bet on it. Whoever loses pays the winning groups bar tab for the next month” “Deal, and you’re on. My bladder can deal with anything I need it to in order to show you up. Which wont be much” she added. While it may only have been 10am both women grabbed another crate of beers, walking back to the kitchen table they picked up the bottle opener and began to drink. The others gathering around to watch another intense drink off by their team mates, who already looked fit to burst out of their skin. Despite the bravado of their confrontation, the beers were drunk nowhere near as quickly as they had been at the start of the contest. Each one making the two fierce competitors feel even more bloated as the large volume of gaseous alcohol they were drinking began to affect them. Stifling burps the pair felt their skin creak under the weight of their bladders, with each extra bottle the need to pee seemed to increase exponentially. But still, they uncapped the next one and kept drinking. By 12 o’clock 8 bottles had been consumed each, the liquid racing its way through their systems to join the ocean of pee waiting in their bladder, which somehow looked even larger now. “Ok guys next pee time” Joe said excitedly. Everyone in the room could sense the shift in the mood, they were getting close to crowning a winner. Despite the best efforts of the contenders it was clear to everyone that both women were desperate to pee, even if they refused to admit it. The groups watched as their two confident champions stood slightly gingerly from the kitchen table and walked towards the centre of the room, their bladders now so large it was impossible for either woman to stand up straight. The weight of the liquid straining their backs and forcing them to bend into a more comfortable position. Dropping into a squat Sam let out a hiss of air, the movement once again separating her clenched muscles. Contractions in her muscles ripped through her lower body, but she managed not to groan out loud at least. “Having some trouble there Sam? Why not give in and just pee like we all know you are going too” chided Tilly. The usually quiet woman sticking a knife directly into Sam’s back or more accurately her bladder. “Yeah well, I’d like to see Angela squat. She hasn’t even tried to, she is clearly scared she wont be able too.” Megan said, defending Sam who was fighting yet another pulse from her bladder. “Ughhh” Angela exhaled loudly as she joined Sam squatting on the floor of the cabin. Her bladder similarly resting uneasily in her new position. “See, Angela is going to lose it first” Valerie commented on the show of desperation. “No she is not, she is going to win this thing!” Vicky shouted back, clearly angered by the suggestion her champion was weakening. “St. Mary’s are the true bladder queens, there is just no way you can win this” “St. Cuthberts don’t even know how to feel desperate, out bladders are bottomless!” The heated debate was interrupted by the large clock beginning to chime, it was mid-day and time for the next pee. “Alright, on 3….Pee in 1…2…3” “Ohhh” Sam groaned in relief, a fierce jet of piss bursting from her. Next to her Angela let out another deep exhale as she let her bladder relax for a moment. Yet as the two streams started and the sound of piss hitting the floor beneath them filled their ears, they could both tell something was different this time. Their bladders were now so full It didn’t even feel like they were peeing. Despite the evidence of their powerful sprays that were making their skin ripple between their legs, it meant nothing to their need to pee. It almost felt as if it was going in reverse, their bladders now screaming for release, pulsing inside them as the vast amount of pee in their bladders demanded to be let out and not stopped this time. “3…2…1…Stop!” “Oh fuck” Angela winced, her hand going between her legs to help her stop the flow. “Arrrrrh” Sam groaned, her legs pushing together as a final spurt dribbled out between her tensing thighs. It had been close but both women had just about stopped their bladders from emptying although at some cost. Their faces both screwed up in agony, red and starting to sweat as the burning in their crotches intensified. After more than a week of this, their muscles were clearly starting to tire, combined with the amount they had drunk it was only going to end one way. Yet, both of these iron bladdered queens had indeed stopped the flow. “See, I told you Angela was going to win” Julie said confidently. “Sam clearly has more control; she can last for days long if she needs too.” Valerie said as the two women tried to untangle themselves form their bladders. The last sentence hung in the air, the suggestion of prolonging this contest for yet more and more days seeming less enticing for both women as they struggled to control themselves. The urge to pee going through the roof as their maxed out bladders were forced shut for what to be the 19th time. A deep pulsing now happening inside the bloated bladders of both women. “Are we here to talk, or here to drink” Sam asked, a little pause as she tried to control her speech and stop her voice cracking under the pressure she was feeling in her abdomen. Walking over to the 4 bottles remaining in her crate she opened another beer and eyed Angela. “Oh, Im here to drink and to win this thing.” Angela said confidently, cracking open another of her beers. Looking up a the clock a little later Angela could see it was only 4pm, concern momentarily visible on her face as she battled the realisation her next relief was still 8 hours away. After finishing their last 4 beers, time had seemed to slow to a crawl. Sitting in her chair with her legs tightly crossed her was tensing the back of her thighs. “Boy, that must be an interesting page.” She mocked from across the room. “Im sorry, what?” Angela asked, confused. “That page, I think you have been on that for about the last 20 minutes.” Angela hadn’t realised it but at some point, apparently 20 minutes ago, she had stopped reading the book she was holding in front of her face. Her attention and thoughts moving to the task of helping her bladder, causing attention to wander. “Nah, just day dreaming. Its not very interesting” she lied. “If you say so” Sam added, turning her head away. “Well what about you, I see your hand between your legs.” “It was just resting there!” Sam answered back, having somehow not noticed her own hand moving unconsciously between her legs. The strain of her bladder making her mind take over and help her tiring muscles by using a hand to hold. “If you say so” Angela mocked. A fierce glare exchanged by both nurses as they fought the ever-increasing urge to pee. By 6 pm both of them were now sat with their legs tightly crossed, just about resisting the urge to fidget in their seats. Their bladders now filled with yet another days’ worth of drinking. The two of them were just about keeping up appearances, sitting rigidly while eating a takeaway, half empty 2 litre bottles sat on the ground next to each woman. However, the faintest doubt was starting to creep in for them, considering how much worse it had gotten over the last 6 hours. They were not the only ones either, It seemed many in the room were starting to doubt if they would even make it to the next partial pee. Although given the lack of benefit they now posed, it was surely pointless to try. “Oooh” Sam groaned lightly, puffing out her cheeks as a particularly strong pulse made her bladder quiver inside her for a moment. “I think we are about to have our winner” Tilly announced to the group. “What no, its just a bit of discomfort.” Sam said, trying to play it down. “So you are uncomfortable, I knew it!” Angela jumped on the slip up, causing Sam to blush slightly having revealed her need. “Anyone would be uncomfortable with that much pee inside them” Joe retorted. “This is what you get for being out of the game for so long.” Angela said, not even bothering to look over at them, simply turning the page on her book. “Oh yeah, well even if I had been out of the game for years I could still hold rings around you lot at St. Mary’s.” “Were not the ones groaning like a little girl about to wet themselves” Angela responded, her attention finally taken from her book as she angrily looked over at her opponent who was currently making fun of her whole hospital. “As I said Its just discomfort, Im not going to burst. If fact we might have to re do this with more time. We only have four days left and I don’t plan on needing to go in that time.” “Really, you seem confident for someone so clearly desperate.” “Says the one secretly tensing her thighs” Sam shot back. “I……Im not!” how did she know? Now it was Angela’s time to go red faced. “I can hold on longer than you, we at St. Marys can outhold even the strongest of bladders from your second-rate hospital.” She continued. “Well then, if you are both so confident why don’t we take this up a level.” Joe said, seizing on the opportunity to really put Angela and St. Marys in their place. “Angela can handle anything!” Vicky interjected, the other nurses wanting to back their champion all the way. Things were definitely heating up now, the tension rapidly rising as the insults started to fly between the two groups of nurses. It was more than personal pride on the line now, it was the pride of their whole hospital. It was almost certain that everyone they worked with would hear about this, they needed to make sure it was their team that won. “Fine, how about we change the pee time limit?” “In what way?” Angela asked nervously, suddenly aware how much she was counting down until the next one. If they got rid of them, she might start having trouble. “Well, its not really a test at the moment is it, you know when and how much you can pee. I think we should make it more random, make it harder to prepare for.” Joe suggested. “So how would we do that?” Sam asked, genuinely interested in the rules change. The pulsing in her bladder had gotten so much worse by now and anything that might help take the edge of was welcome for her. “Well, why don’t we just take it in turns to say how long and when you can pee.” Joe said, looking around for an indication of what others thought about it. “That sounds like a good contest. At least this way we have a chance of getting a winner by the time we go back, and by that I mean when you fail I can rightfully say I have the strongest bladder.” Angela said, locking eyes with her nemesis once more. “You’re on, and you’re going down. My control is immaculate” Sam replied, the fire between the two women now raging strongly and fuelled by the large bulges coming out of both women. “So, when do we start?” “How about now? “Are you kidding, she’s not even desperate yet, I’m sure she can last for another day without this silly little game.” Came an annoyed comment from Valerie, apparently not a fan of the proposed rules changes. They were here to show who had the strongest bladder and she wanted to see these two legends pushed to the absolute limit of their capacity. “Yeah, isn’t it a little early given there are still more than 3 days left?” Vicky joined in, the issue clearly crossing over to both groups. “We should at least wait until tomorrow, if not two more days.” Both Angela and Sam looked at each other, beads of sweat starting to gather on their foreheads. It was clear they were actually desperate to pee, their giant bloated bodies crying out for relief. But they couldn’t admit it, they couldn’t show weakness no matter what their bodies actually needed. “Well then, I tell you what, why don’t we wait until noon tomorrow and then we can start this new game. Im sure by then you will both be at least a little desperate.” Joe conceded, the rule change apparently appeasing Valerie and the others that wanted to see the two of them pushed to their absolute limits. “You’ve got this Sam, just look how full Angela looks. Any more and im sure she will burst!” “You’re kidding, I think Angela seems a little thirsty. Isn’t that right?” “I…uh yeah.” Angela said unconvincingly. “Well maybe they should have something to drink if you are so sure she can handle it” Valerie said, happy that her chances of seeing this head to head hadn’t been stopped. Picking up a crate of beers in each of her strong arms she unceremoniously dropped them between Angela and Sam, their eyes meeting above the boxes. The next challenge had been set, there was no backing out now. With less than 24 hours before the rules changed, they wanted to prove themselves and make their opponent that much more likely to lose. Ignoring the fact that it would make themselves more desperate, they opened the box and the first bottle was drunk. The new liquid rushing down to join all of the others inside the giant bladders of the nurses, they were as desperate to win as they were to pee. The midnight pee went as well as could be expected, but did little to nothing for either woman. Squatting into position was getting harder as their bladders bloated even more, their abdomens looking heavily pregnant after 10 days of drinking. Thick and heavy streams had sprayed out of them, only to be cruelly cut off once again after just 5 seconds. Both of them groaning quietly as they stemmed the flow and took their places back in the kitchen. Their steps uneven and a sheen of sweat covering their faces. Both challengers knew sleep wasn’t an option for them, their massively bloated bodies giving them no chance of finding a position comfortable enough. So instead, the pair stayed up through the night, sat opposite each other and still drinking. Another large pot of coffee was consumed by them both as they used the caffeine to fight off the tiredness. However, since last night their desperation had turned up to 11 and it was now impossible to put to the back of their minds. Their bloodshot eyes wide as they now openly held themselves, Sam’s legs jiggling under the table while Angela groaned and held herself with both hands. The pot of coffee and cases of beers in the last day would have been more than enough to make them need to pee without the other 8 days. Exacerbated gasps filled the cabin as the others slept soundly, certain they wouldn’t miss anything and that both women would still be holding when they woke. By mid-day everyone was awake and gathered around the openly desperate women. They were all happy to see the vast quantity of liquid they had consumed was finally having an impact, they would have their winner soon! “Ok then, so from here on out the 5 second pee’s are to be replaced by what we decide. Should we start easy with a 4 second pee?” Joe suggested, wanting to trial the new format without upsetting any of the women. She was aware that she wasn’t exactly impartial and didn’t want to spoil Sam’s assured victory by looking like she was taking control of things in her favour. Angela’s whole body was throbbing as she stood uneasily, the weight of all the nights drinks pressing heavily on her muscles. Waddling into the centre of the room even her legs seemed to be straining under the weight of her bladder. Kneeling down rather than squatting she tried to prepare herself for what was to come. It had only been 10 hours since her last pee break, but it felt like days since she had felt any sort of actual relief. Looking down she couldn’t believe how much her stomach had bloated, her once flat torso now arching and bulging out inches In front of her. She was sure if she walked into the maternity ward at her hospital, no one would think she wasn’t pregnant. But instead, it was simply how large and round her bladder was making her look. Sam soon joined her, one hand pressing deeply between her legs as she fought the spasms that had been rolling through her body since the large pot of coffee they had drunk during the night. The heavily diuretic liquid mixing with the alcohol to form a potent and heavily bloating cocktail of desperation. “Ok guys, pee in 3…2…” “Wait, wait, wait” Sam stammered, her legs pressing heavily against each other for a moment. “See Angela, she cant even keep her legs open you’re a sure to win.” Tilly said gleefully. “It was just a….im fine” Sam said, her face bright red. Getting back into position the count down was restarted and on cue two thick streams fizzed through the air. A soft whimper escaping one of the women as they relieved themselves, but it was hard to tell which one. Then after just 4 seconds they were both forced to clamp the flow off. “Jesus” Angela moaned, her entire body shaking as it reeled in pain. Fireworks of contracting muscles and searing nerve endings suddenly exploding in her bladder. “hummmmg” Sam whimpered, a similar process and spikes of pain shooting through her body. Her eyes closed and jaw clenched as she tried not to shout out in desperation. Unlike the other pees both women stayed in their stooped position for several minutes, their faces red and shining with sweat. Eventually it seemed the worst of the pulses stopped and they regained some control, moving back to the kitchen slowly where a chorus of cheers convinced them both to down another bottle of beer. An hour later the second pee was announced, the groups deciding a 3 second break would be all they were willing to give. The other nurses in the room sensing the discomfort and wanting to strike while the iron was hot. Again, the count down was started as both women gurned in discomfort, their squatting position making it almost impossible not to lose control. The positions lack of support for key muscles causing them to constantly shift where they crouched before finally being able to pee. Despite all the odds they both shut the flow off again. The once slight burning a now constant and agonising sensation that felt as if they were tearing themselves apart. Their muscles shuddering and twitching as they were forced to yet again close prematurely, despite the pressure coming from inside their massively bloated bladders. “Come on Angela, you’ve got this” came a supportive cry from Tilly. “No way, Sam is going to win. St. Cuthbert’s will be the champion, no question.” “Yeah, Sam might be empty soon at this rate.” Sam herself really doubted that comment, the quantity of liquid they had both drunk had filled them with gallons of liquid that would surely take more than a few seconds of peeing to be let out. Plus with their continued drinking it was likely she was drinking just as much if not more than she was peeing. It was turning into a perpetual filling and emptying that was tormenting her every thought. “Well in that case, should we might have to make it a little harder, shall we say a 1 second pee this time?” Vickey suggested, a wicked smile on her face. “Is that even worth it?” Sam questioned, worrying for the first time she might not be able to stop after such a short time. Her breathing now heavy and laboured as the coffee and beer from last night made its way through her system. “Well if Sam doesn’t think it’s a good idea, im all for it Angela” said loudly, just about picking out the conversation through the haze as her face flushed and chest heaved, breathing heavily through her nose. Having already chosen the length of the next pee the groups still made the two desperate nurses hold on another 30 minutes. Their desperation still somehow increasing, with neither of them able to concentrate on anything else but the overwhelming need to pee. Their muscles trembling as they were just about able to stand and sit on chairs hastily pushed towards them by their supportive colleagues. “Ohh god” Sam muttered, her jaw clenched and eyes shut once again as she got into position for the shortest pee yet. She could feel her muscles crying in anticipation of what was to come, but she wasn’t going to give up now. Next to her Angela wasn’t doing much better; she could feel the sweat dripping off her face as she too struggled with her bodily demands. The throbbing had stopped, but it had turned into an almost constant wave of unease and mounting pressure. It peaked and rolled through her crotch and enormously distended bladder, but never disappeared completely. Her body was truly being pushed to its absolute limits by this contest, but she was so close to winning. There was no way Sam could put up with this for much longer. “Alright ladies, just a 1 second pee this time. So there wont be a count to stop, ill just carry on from the count down.” Tilly announced, making both women realise just how little they would be peeing this time. “Alright then, so 3…2…1…Pee…Stop!” It was barely enough time for their streams to start, the exhale of relief from Angela turning into a strange squeaking noise as she forced the muscles between her legs to stop the flow almost instantly. It had felt more like a leak than an attempt at peeing. “Fuck ittttttt!” Sam yelled next to Angela as her legs bowed inwards and both hands applied a vice like grip to her bare crotch. Never before had she felt this kind of burn, the indescribable tingling and cramping sensations radiating out of her crotch and enormous bladder. Even her arms as they pressed lightly against her skin were causing lines of pain and heat to throb through her bladder, radiating from where they brushed the bloated organ. The slightest of pressure enough to now cause immense discomfort and make her tremble. Both women quickly rose and sat on the seats next to them, their legs twisting and faces contorted by pain. It was clear both were reaching new and unfathomable levels of desperation, something that was pleasing all the other nurses in the room. As they had hoped, this was a bladder match for the century and it was a privilege for them to witness it. However, as much as they were enjoying the show they all still wanted to win. Just 15 minutes later it was decided that both women would get the chance to pee again. It was clear that the repeating partial pees in their current state were having an impact and lowering their control. As such, the groups of nurses were happy to torment them both, giving neither of them enough time to get their bodies fully under control. “I think we should do 5 seconds this time” That came as welcome news to both women, especially Sam who wasn’t sure if it was her imagination but she was sure she could feel some of her pee trapped between her clenched muscles after that last round. Her bladder now so full her body was storing it anywhere it could, only her hands had stopped it shooting out of her last time. Hopefully with 5 seconds it would take the edge off and let her constantly contracting muscles a moment of relaxation. Lowering themselves back into position their muscles quivered almost constantly by this point, the twitching visible to those watching as the taught skin seemed to writhe on its own. Contractions or little spasms easy to see on their bare bloated abdomens which had been pulled so tight the skin was almost white. The deep blue of their veins easy to see in contrast to the taught skin which bulged out of their bodies and made them look at least 8 months pregnant. “3…2…1…Pee” Came the command through the desperate white noise which now filled the two nurses ears. Both women sighed in relief, their pee streams thundering out of them once again. The heavy jets spraying noisily on the hardwood flooring as the puddles began to spread out from under them. “2…1…Stop” “Oh fuck!” they both shouted in unison, momentarily lost in the relief. The contrasting pee lengths had played havoc on their bodies which were getting tormented by short pees, only to now be able to let out a reasonably long 5 second burst. Their tired muscles seizing on the opportunity and mistakenly thinking this was it, they were free. Groaning in effort they stemmed the flow and held the tide back once again. But this time it was worse than all of the others put together. Waves of fire pulsed out of their bladders, sweat dripping off them as they gurned and gritted their teeth. Unable to move they writhed in absolute desperation, the taste of freely peeing reminding them of what it felt like and their bodies wanted more. “Sam’s about to pop, just look at her!” Came a comment from Julie, watching the squirming women. “I can fucking hold it she shouted back”, The tendons in her neck bulging as she fought her body. “Im winning this, there is no other outcome possible” Angela panted next to Sam, her own body contorted by the waves of pressure racing through her body. Her heavy but erratic breathing leaving the woman light headed. “You have no chance, I can hold this forever” Sam shouted defiantly, her face red and wet with perspiration as she puffed out her cheeks with each breath. Strands of her blonde hair which had escaped the tight ponytail now sticking to her face, yet still she held resolutely onto the idea she was in control and going to win this. “Im still in control, you cant win this” Angela retorted, her jaw clenched rigidly. “Show them St Cuthbert nurses don’t even know the meaning of a full bladder” Valerie shouted over the huffing and puffing of the bulging women. Five minutes later Angela couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan as her tortured body started to spasm wildly, her muscles cramping deeply inside her. “You almost got her Sam, just listen to that groan” Valerie said confidently. “One more and I think she will break” “No way, Sam will break first, we all saw how she couldn’t deal with the 1 second pee” “Bullshit, she’s in control” “Well then, we shall see. I think we do a 1 second pee again now.” Neither group seemed to even notice the discomfort of their own champion, all their eyes glued to the opposition and how close they looked to winning. “1 second now” An excited and hungry cheer went around the groups. “I….” Sam started, but her sentence tapered off before it began. Surrounded by the other nurses she felt as if she was a simple play thing for them, so full of piss and being forced to release on their command. “Show them what we are made of, 1 more second. You can do it” Tilly added. Clutching themselves both women got into position, their throbbing bodies now exposed once again. “3…2…1..Pee…Stop!” “Arrrrhhhh” Angela screamed as she cut the heavy flow off. Beside her Sam was silent, her bright red face contorted into an expression of pure pain, tears rolling down her face but she hadn’t given up. Angela let out another guttural groan as her bladder violently shook inside her, the tortured muscles screaming out as she forced them to clamp off the flow early. Another short dribble seemed to escape Sam as she pushed her hands back between her legs. Her head angled sideways and grimacing deeply. “I can hold it” Sam said breathlessly, her eyes now open wide but unfocused. “You leaked!” Vicky said accusingly, pointing to the small number of drops falling off Sam’s hands. “It was just drops from the stream, im in control” Sam panted, sweat streaming off her face. “Fuck me!” Angela shouted as her body shuddered violently again, a searing pain ripping through her body. Valerie looked on, an insatiable lust in her eyes. She was desperate to watch Angela eat her words from the other month. She wasn’t the bladder champion around her, despite how she might act. “Well if you are still in control, I think you should do another 1 second pee” Valerie said, an evil grin plastered across her face. They hadn’t done two pees so soon after one another before. Both women looked on the edges of control, this would surely be enough to destroy Angela! “I can do it!” Sam spluttered out, her breathing even more ragged “Me too. I can do anything; my bladder is unmoving!” “Ok then, Vicky ready with the clock.” “3….2….1….Go” Another jet of piss burst out of their quaking bodies. Shooting out and once again splattering onto the still wet floor, the puddle of previous releases still sitting there on the surface. The writhing and sweating women’s reflections just as desperate looking as the real pair. Ripples ran through them as the forceful jets continued to spray into the puddle in almost slow motion for the two desperate nurses. But almost as soon as it started, Vicky told them to stop. “Ok that’s it, clench ladies you have to stop” On command both women screamed loudly, guttural and pained shouts filled the room as they clenched their tired and burning muscles. Red faced and panting they pushed their legs together, hands returning to crotches but there was no stopping it. Despite the order to stop the streams continued as their giant bladders could hold back no more, the repeated short pees had finally broken them. The pained noises of Sam and Angela echoing off the walls of the cabin as the other nurses watched the match come to its end. Piss thundered out of them, drumming noisily off the floorboards and speeding its way across the floor. The puddles joining into a single massive mess that grew by the second as the two women lost control. Unable to move from pure relief Sam’s pee hissed through the hand she had tried to use to help her maintain control but now pressed weakly against her bare crotch. Next to her Angela’s legs were now spread wide, her hips almost bucking as her tortured body released more that a weeks worth of piss. Angela still couldn’t feel any benefit yet, even after 10 seconds. The weight and pressure inside her bloated bladder still as strong as it had been before. The only thankful exception was the burning sensation in her crotch that had finally dissipated with the release. The grunts from both women continued for half a minute before finally their overtaxed bodies began to relax fully. Their bloated bladders starting to reduce in size as the enormous puddle underneath them grew. By the second minute and as pee continued to splatter into the puddle the other nurses were forced to back up, some picking up or pushing furniture of the way of the ocean spreading across the floor. The two panting women in the centre of the room containing far more than any of them had ever seen before. Five minutes after the initial pee both women ran dry at almost the exact same moment. The room completely flooded with their urine. Sam unable to take it sagged onto the floor, lying back in the puddle of her own making completely exhausted. Angela simply sat in the centre of it, a vacant look on her face as she felt her muscles still occasionally twitch. A silence filled the room “Sam started first” A voice shouted. “No way, it was Angela”…. The heated argument continued for minutes, the two contenders too tired and exhausted to take part. Muscles spasms still fired through their tortured bodies which had well and truly been pushed to their absolute limits. “Well, I guess we will just had to re do it next month then.” A voice broke through the euphoric bliss both contenders were under. “I’ll win next time” Sam and Angela said simultaneously, the faintest of fires burning again in their tired eyes. ----------------------------- I hope you guys enjoyed this story. 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My college graduation would be coming up shortly if it wasn't for a certain worldwide pandemic. Its a bit disappointing that its cancelled but I am relieved due to one aspect. I was already worried about making it through the very long ceremony without needing to pee. My high school graduation was one of the closest I've ever been to having a full on accident. I remember taking a nap that afternoon after waking up super early for graduation rehearsal and then waking up with only a little time to spare before I had to be there so I quickly got into my cap and gown and left without going to the bathroom. Even on the way there I started to notice having to go and there was just no chance at all to go before the ceremony which lasted so long. I was twisting around as much as I could sitting there surrounded by my peers and with so many eyes on me. I couldnt even grab myself and relieve any pressure because of what I was wearing as well as the fact that literally countless people would have seen. By the end of it I was frantic and my poor penis kept letting out little squirts so I had to whisper to my mom during picture taking after the ceremony that I had to pee and I couldnt hold it anymore. She made a big deal about finding me a bathroom in front of the rest of my family (as some moms tend to not be able to keep anything secret) but we had to walk all the way inside to find an open one. I was so embarrassed walking around unable to stop myself from trying to grab myself through my graduation gown as best as it would allow and with tears in my eyes because I had to go pee so badly in a time where I was supposed to feel so grown up. I literally felt like I had a balloon in my stomach I mean it when I say I was absolutely frantic. Maybe it was just be being an idiot but I feel like long ceremonies especially something like a school graduation screams desperation so I was wondering if anyone else has experienced anything like this? Again, maybe I was just unprepared and should have been able to hold it the entire time without even mentioning it at all.