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  1. Here you can see my image edits and sometimes drawings involving my favorite fetishes, mainly omorashi/pee desperation themed pictures. First off, we have "Desperate Alejandra" Here's an older drawing of mine about Alejandra from Overwatch who is desperate to find a bathroom in her school. But unfortunately she didn't find one in time...
  2. From the album: Lyon's Edits

    I'm an deeply sorry for being so late apology accepted moving on. They are in a cross dimensional space, Where each of them somehow ended up in at the same time they started to have the urge to pee. Now they're stuck there forced to hold it and endure such torture as waterfalls, lemonade and locked bathrooms
  3. ⚠️ This is a fiction. All characters are fictitious. Any matches between names and real ones are accidental. Four appointments I. The first one “Please have a sit. Here on this sofa. Make yourself comfortable. The next hour is at our complete disposal,” she began the conversation. She was sitting opposite, about five steps away from us, in a wide cushioned chair, and I began to stare at her. A strict but attractive young woman. A beautiful face, with modest makeup, attentive steel-gray eyes. Bleached hair is gathered into an elegant, business-like bob hairstyle. She was wearing a business suit with a short skirt. At first it seemed to me that she was wearing transparent tights, but no, after looking closer, I realized that these were her bare legs, just with such fringy smooth skin, covered with an even fake tan. This was our first appointment with a family psychologist. It turns out they're not just arrogant older men with glasses. They are different, including these. I would give her a little over 30. However, regarding this type of woman, I could be wrong by five years in both directions. “My name is Melanie,” she introduced herself, “How might I address you?” I looked at Stacy, my wife. "Stacy Kendall," she called herself. "I'm Tom. Tom Kendall," I introduced myself. "Tell me about yourself. You can start with why you decided to come. In addition, if you have your own understanding of the reasons for the situation, I will be glad to listen to it. Don’t be shy, everyone can have their own view of themselves from the outside. Reflection is fine". I nodded. In the sense that yes, this is fine. I agree with you, beautiful businesswoman. But I have no hopes for you, sorry. Stacy recalled her phrases that she had prepared in advance. She didn't remember them right away. The silence dragged on. “Our relationship is deteriorating,” Stacy finally began, “Or rather, I would say, it has completely deteriorated. It started, I think, about two years ago, since our youngest son changed schools. We discussed it, talked about what it was it’s important, they even seemed to agree, but something flashed between us, and we began to move away from each other.” She uttered a few more harmonious, intelligent phrases, then turned to me and fell silent, as if we were singing a duet, and now it was my turn to join. However, I continued to remain silent. Melanie looked at me and waited for me. I didn't want to make her angry right away, so I started talking. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t a fan of the idea of coming to you. I want to support Stacy in this adventure of hers, but... I have nothing to add. Yes, I agree, our relationship is not ideal. But it seems to me that this is normal. In melodramas they show one thing, but something else happens in life. This is how it should be. Of course, this is just my home opinion.” “Stacy, tell me, what was the conflict when this started? You mentioned changing schools. Does anything have to do with this?” "Um, I guess not. It was just timing," Stacy muttered. “What do you think, Tom? Did you often argue then, and about what, if not a secret?” “We didn’t argue much,” I answered indifferently, glancing sideways at Stacy, “try arguing with her when it comes to school, for example. And in general about anything other than repairing our car.” “Please continue,” Melanie stared at me with very believable interest. “Yes, I thought that this was not necessary. I could have at least put it off. Taking him there and bringing him back - all this obviously fell on me. I had to get up one hour earlier, and in the evening my works was nowhere didn’t disappear, I barely had time to finish them, then hastily have a dinner, and now it was already midnight, or maybe an hour or even two in the morning, in short, my daily routine was broken.” “But Tom!”, Stacy was indignant, “You could have said how important this is for you! However, you didn’t say. I didn’t care. Remember, we discussed this.” “Stacy is right,” I replied, “But don’t think that I’m complaining about it in any way. On the contrary, I didn’t consider it a problem then, and I don’t think it’s a problem now. Yes, it has become a little more difficult for me to live. But in the end it’s and there is life, ordinary life. I knew that after two years Mark would go to school on his own, and my difficulties would not last forever.” In words, I seemed to agree with Stacy. But still, at that moment I turned to Melanie and looked only at her. And in her eyes I saw understanding. She listened to me carefully without being distracted. Suddenly she again shifted her folded knees from one side of the chair to the other, for the third time since the beginning of our conversation. One toe of her shoe would sometimes make sudden circular movements. She was obviously uncomfortable. This may be due to tight clothing. But why did she create inconvenience for herself? This probably hurts her business, I thought. However, maybe she dressed like that for a romantic evening. “I see that your habits have changed over the last two years, Tom,” Melanie summed up, “How are you, Stacy?” “Well, I wouldn’t say that anything has changed for me. Everything is the same at home and in business. But it doesn’t make me happy. Our relationship... listen, it’s still important to me. I hope for your help, that’s why we came to you.” “Yes, you did the right thing,” Melanie responded and shifted her legs again. This time her knees began to rub against each other, rarely, almost imperceptibly. If they weren't so beautiful, I wouldn't have noticed. She was still asking Stacy about various aspects, and then suddenly she asked me. At that moment I was following her knees with my eyes, the same time I was immersed in my own thoughts. And I didn’t hear the question the first time. “Tom!”, Melanie called out to me and repeated the question: “How many hours do you sleep?” “Seven. Or so,” I replied. "This is now, right? And two years ago? When your daily routine broke down, as you called it." “There were problems with this then. I don’t remember exactly how much I slept, but I didn’t get enough sleep at all. I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time, and then the alarm clock always rang inopportunely.” “I see. Was your life in terms of intimate life also violated then? Or... what do you think?” Melanie asked carefully. I was silent, looking at Stacy. After all, she brought me here. She holds the cards to describe our so-called “intimate life.” She tried not to turn in my direction, but I still noticed how her eyes darted. “Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say our intimate life was broken,” Stacy said slowly, searching for words. “We make love regularly. Well, of course not like we did when we were younger,” she blushed even more and giggled. “Please continue,” Melanie stared at her mercilessly, her face calm and full of polite attention. I began to admire her look. She definitely understands what's what. “Would you like some water?” Melanie suggested, guessing that Stacy was worried. “Yes, thank you,” and Stacy took the large glass from her and drained it almost in one gulp. “Can I have another glass?” Melanie asked and filled it without waiting for an answer. Stacy nodded, took another sip, and placed the glass on the arm of the couch next to her. Melanie poured herself some water from the same bottle, drank half the glass, and then took a deep breath. “I would still like to know, Stacy,” Melanie said softly, “What do you see as the meaning of intimate life in your situation. I mean the situation for your couple, not just for you personally.” “Only my opinion matters?” Stacy turned to me, expecting me to support her. “No, of course, I wanted to ask each of you about this in more detail. By the way, I specialize in sexology, so you can rely on my competence...”, she smiled, “yes, it is, I tell you without false modesty.” “I would like to talk to everyone in private,” Melanie continued, “But if you, Stacy, need time to think, I will give you that time. You can wait in that room while I talk with Tom,” and she nodded towards the wooden door in the corner of the room. Stacy took her glass of water and disappeared behind that door. Melanie suddenly filled a new glass of water and handed it to me. I politely accepted it, took a couple of sips and placed it next to me. Suddenly she stretched and stood up from her chair, walking in front of me on the soft carpet, silently and gracefully. It seemed that she had been in need of a warm-up for a long time, but she did not dare to step out in full stride in front of Stacy. "Do you mind, Tom, if I ask you the same question? That's why I sent Stacy out the door. She can't hear what's going on here being in that room. Your comments shouldn't influence each other for me to understand your situation in detail." . “Yes, I guess. The question was about our intimate life, right?” “ Yes, about that. But now I would ask differently, each of you. Again about your personal intimate life. How has it changed over these two years?” Melanie walked over to her chair and carefully sat back down. At that moment it seemed to me that something was wrong with her. She looked a little tense. She began to stroke her beautiful bare knees more often, squeezed the armrests with her fingers and periodically leaned forward and then leaned back in the chair. I began my story by revealing to Melanie what Stacy was embarrassed to tell. Or maybe she didn't even mean to talk about it. In short, two years ago we completely satisfied each other, and there was no need to negotiate, it happened naturally and suddenly. Three times a week, sometimes more often, but... you never know in advance, and this had its own highlight. But when I stopped sleeping normally, my initiative in this happened less and less. And Stacy, after just two polite refusals on my part, closed herself off and became overly sensitive. This was a novelty for her; before that I had never refused her this. Very soon, sex began to happen only after her careful request, when I was already in bed, and my head was almost unable to think because it was overloaded with unfinished work. Then she began to agree “about this” much in advance, at dinner or even before. Believing that I needed to relax, she started buying wine for the evening, and soon sex without one bottle between two became unthinkable. And then she started getting fat. Literally before my eyes. I’m not sure if the reason was only infrequent sex or drinking wine. By the way, it was then that she became seriously interested in cooking. Maybe it's just a coincidence, and it would have happened to her anyway, a little earlier or later, it doesn't matter. But looking at her, I simply did not have any desires, especially sexual ones. At the same time, I did not refuse her invitations to have sex, so that she wouldn't worked up about this. She is got a lot in her mind already, if there is also this... You probably understand that it will become a problem for me just to be at home. However, agreeing to get close to her against my will, I could not even imagine that now I simply might not succeed. However, hey guys, it's started to happen. Only sometimes, not very often, but... after all, our attempts were not often as well. And then I noticed that sex with Stacy and pleasure for me were no longer connected at all. Damn, when I realized this, I couldn't even understand from what point it was so. It definitely didn't happen right away, but I was trying to figure out what the trigger was and couldn't come up with anything. And then she began to hint at intimacy even less often. To be honest, now I don’t even remember the date when we last had sex. Melanie took a deep breath and crossed her legs. She leaned forward, then leaned back. “Have you tried using toys? Or some kind of plots? I mean in your intimacy caresses,” Melanie clarified, and then added, “Ok, I understand, probably the question is in the wrong place. Then I’ll ask differently, did Stacy offer to you something like this?" “No,” I answered briefly. “And if she did, what would you answer?” “I would probably agree, as usual, to any of her requests.” “And what, it doesn’t even matter to you what exactly?” I shrugged. I really didn't care. “Okay. Thank you for your frankness,” she responded, “But still, what would you offer her? Think about it.” I wondered what to answer her so as not to be rude. “Maybe you didn’t hear me. Or I didn’t explain clearly. Something broke between us, and it’s not physiology, it’s something else. In order to offer Stacy something, I need to understand why. I don’t see a single reason yet.” She nodded to me. And she leaned forward again, then swayed back, then repeated it again. “Of course, you are right. Everything is logical, and there is common sense. But here you need to overcome your so-called common sense and take the first step. Toward each other.” “Offering stupid toys?” I asked irritably. "Why not? It doesn't have to be toys. Just something unusual." “It’s called a fetish,” I answered with annoyance in my voice, “Just be aware, I have no ideas about it.” “Not a problem,” Melanie replied, “Let me clarify, it’s not a problem that you’re not ready to share this with me.” I looked at her even less kindly. “I didn’t want to reproach you for insincerity, believe me, Tom,” she added softly, “I fully admit that you just don’t know about it yet. And by the way, it’s even more interesting.” " More interesting for whom?" “For you, for Stacy, for both of you. Yes, I won’t deny it, for me too,” she smiled for the first time, and her smile seemed truly charming to me. I also brightened up a little. “I would like to help you, and I have one method for you. We will touch the points of rapprochement between you and Stacy, and they will not necessarily be common.” I felt uncomfortable. Never, even before Stacy, did it occur to me to use non-standard tricks, much less fetishes. It was at this point that I felt that the glass of water I had drunk had complemented what I had drunk earlier before the visit and that I would do well to visit the toilet. I looked at my watch. Half an hour before the end of the appointment, this is not a problem, I thought and stopped thinking about it. At that moment, Melanie rocked her body back and forth again, her knees pressed together moving to the other side of the chair and then almost immediately back again. “Are you all right?” I asked irritably. I couldn't ignore her movements any longer. "What do you mean?" she asked. “Well... your condition now,” I tried to be as delicate as possible. "We could take a short break, say five minutes." “No, no,” she moved her hand from right to left and bit her lip in confusion. "A break is unacceptable now. Believe me, Tom, I know what I'm doing," she added in a quiet and mysterious voice. “Yes, I believe,” I responded, “And what exactly? What exactly are you doing now?” "I have limited my visits to the toilet. It helps me concentrate." I frowned skeptically. “Don’t doubt it, this helps, and does not hinder, as you might think.” Yes, nothing to say, funny woman, I thought. It would be better if Stacy got tickets to a stand-up show. And I suddenly felt cheerful because I wasn’t the one who ordered this visit, and I wasn’t even going to pay for it. Forgetting about delicacy, I just started having fun. “And how long did you limit yourself?” “Until the end of your visit,” Melanie turned to the wall clock, “Not long left.” “And how do you feel?” She smiled, just as softly as before. She masterfully hid her natural emotions. In her place, any woman would probably give me back something else, but not such a smile. “Well, Tom. My feelings will remain mine. Rest assured, I know what I’m doing,” she said without reproach or any resentment, just trying to explain to me. “It really helps to focus not on yourself, but on someone else. At the moment, on you. I recommend that you try it if possible.” “It sounds like a paradox,” I continued to grin, “I don’t see how this helps yet. Using your example.” “Nevertheless, it does,” she explained, “Except for the urge to go to the toilet, no other distracting thoughts, interests, plans and worries. Now only you and your situation are important to me.” “But... it annoys you,” I said in bewilderment, “You can’t even hide it.” “It just spurs me on, reminding me that time is passing. It’s like an hourglass, reminds me of myself, but doesn’t distract me. And also... now I’m not really trying to hide it in front of you.” "Is this kind of like frankness for frankness?" “Yeah, something like that,” and she gave me that charming smile again. "And I'll have to be more modest in front of Stacy. It will be more difficult, but I can do it." " Hmm , I'll have to ask her how you did." I thought I would hear something self-confident in response, but Melanie raised her index finger: “No, you don’t need to discuss this topic with her. Not a word about it. I’ll explain sometime later.” She handed me a new glass of water and said, “Now let’s get down to business.” I took a sip of water and placed the glass next to the previous one. “Tom, please,” she looked at me demandingly. Her fingers drummed on the leather armrests. I took the glass and drank half of it. She continued to move her fingers and glare at me until I emptied the glass to the bottom. "When I will talk to Stacy, I'll try to set her up for a romantic evening. It's up to you, Tom, to not screw it up and give her that romantic evening. Well, not just her, but both of you." I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. I'm required not to screw it up, for crying out loud! The last time I heard this from my superiors was at work, and that was quite a long time ago. “I’m listening to you very carefully,” I said with a grin, “Will there be any instructions?” "There will be no special instructions. Just act natural." “Naturally - this means as always. That is, no romance. I don’t think that’s what you meant.” “ Of course, I meant what is natural for a man and a woman. And you understood me correctly, didn’t you?”, she narrowed her eyes and froze, making a short pause. “Well, let's not be too delicate,” she continued, “Your task is to ride your wife tonight. So that she feels good. Don't think about your own pleasure. Throw away all your doubts, skepticism, fatigue and other nonsense. Let Stacy will be the center of the universe for you today." My high spirits disappeared. I felt like I was in some kind of trap. Refusing and politely telling Melanie to fuck off was too easy a decision. Yes, I will not refuse her task. Surely she knows about this. However, doing homework in a subject I didn’t like didn’t inspire me at all. “Okay, I'll try,” I grumbled. “And one more point: You will limit yourself to visiting the toilet today until you complete the entire program. As you can see from my example, this is quite achievable and not at all scary.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "I guess it was a joke? What's the toilet got to do with it?" “No, this is not a joke,” Melanie looked at me in such a way that I realized that this really was not a joke. "As abstruse as it may sound, the urge to pee can actually help you focus on Stacy more than yourself," she added. I looked at her like she was crazy, not believing that I was hearing this. Her eyes suddenly widened, just for a couple of seconds, and she shifted her clenched knees to the other side again. Pretending as if no one had noticed, Melanie continued: “And the second reason. There are different ways to receive a small reward for good deeds done. I will not deceive you, your relationship will not improve immediately after the first appointment. So, satisfying your little need will be your reward today. One of your rewards.” “Yes, it sounds tempting,” I answered with a grin, “Will there be other rewards?” “It depends only on both of you,” she smiled slyly. “Yes, and I have to warn you, don’t take this too seriously. No violence, okay? If you don’t succeed today, Tom, well, deal with it, then today is not the day.” “And in this case, I won’t be able to pee?”, I made a worried face, slightly kidding her . “Please, Tom!” Melanie wrinkled her forehead, swaying her whole body back and forth, “Your irony is out of place. Just be a real gentleman, after all.” She read my thoughts right through. I sighed and nodded in agreement. Melanie looked at her watch and stood up from her chair again. She walked several times from one end of the room to the other and back again, then finally opened the door where Stacy was waiting. “Please, Tom, come here. Now it’s your turn to wait.” Stacy returned to us and stood near the sofa, not daring to sit down. She obviously wanted to ask Melanie something, but she looked back at me. I hastened to close that door on myself. It was a smaller office, all lined with cabinets full of books. I put my ear to the door lock and began to listen. Usually I don’t have such a habit, but then the situation was not quite usual. The door was heavy and thick, and I couldn't hear what Stacy was saying at all. Only fragments of Melanie's words reached me. Something like: "Please no, don't go ..." “Is this so critical? Is it really so critical for you? ...” “Not so long, no, not so long ...” It seemed to me that Stacy was disappointed and wanted to cancel the appointment, I walked away from the door and began to look out the window. However, this did not happen. I stood and wondered how many hours I could go without using the toilet, whether I could complete the delicate task, and what other reward might await me for this. Half an hour passed unnoticed. Melanie opened the door suddenly and invited me to sit next to my wife on the sofa. "Thank you both for the frank conversation," she said. “Your case is interesting to me, and I would really like to help you. I see ways how this can be done.” I watched her every move. But she sat calmly and absolutely motionless, only the toe of her shoe slowly drew a semicircle in the air, first in one direction, then in the other. “I would like to hold the next two appointments separately with each of you,” she continued, “Exactly in a week, at the same time. Which of you will be first?” Stacy looked restless and fussy, as if she was late for something. She glanced at me and quickly replied, “Let it be me.” She then immediately stood up from the couch and headed towards the doors, "Well, we have to go. We really appreciate you, Melanie. See you in a week." I nodded goodbye to Melanie and followed my wife. to be continued ...
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  5. 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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  6. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    Luz invited Amity over to hang out and have some tea together, unfortunately Amity didn't count just how many cups of it she had and soon her bladder is beginning to fill up and unfortunately for her she's too shy to excuse herself to use the bathroom infront of Luz. So Amity decides to play it cool with her and keeps drinking more and more tea which is filling her bladder up to it's absolute limit.
  7. DISCLAIMER: Don’t do anything that puts extreme pressure on a full bladder unless you’re 100% sure you know what you’re doing and are willing to accept the risks. This story is pure fiction and I love extreme desperation and bladder torture. Chapter I I quickly opened my eyes as my body flew up and slid forward in my seat. “What the hell? What was that?” I asked, extremely confused as to why my position in space had so suddenly changed. “Oh, you’re awake! You’ve been out for a while. Sorry about that, there was a pothole I couldn’t avoid. One of the ones that makes your soul jump out of your body.” Lila, my girlfriend, said with a laugh. “Makes sense, stupid government won’t provide funds to fix the roads in this country,” I said with a sigh “Are we there yet? I feel like we’ve been driving for like two days.” Lila laughed and glanced over at me. ‘I mean… we have. San Francisco to New York City isn’t exactly a short drive. You’re the one who insisted on going to see the ball drop in person, love.” “Ugh, don’t remind me that I’m the one who caused this,” I said in a jokingly angry way. “Do you wanna switch at our next gas stop? We last switched at 12 and it’s 2 now, you’ve been driving for a while.” “No, I like driving and it freaks you out, no sense in switching for a while. We only have about 5 hours to go now anyways, I can do it. Although, we do need to stop for gas again.” Lila said. I looked over at the fuel tank and saw the meter riding the “empty” line. “Oh my god why didn’t you stop earlier? We had like half a tank left when we switched. Look, there’s a gas station right off this exit, I can literally see the sign from here. Let’s fill up there.” Lila chuckled and rolled her eyes at me as she took the exit. “Don’t worry, worry wart. I’ve got it, we’re not gonna run out or anything. I promise,” Lila said as she sped down the exit ramp and turned onto the road. “Arriving in 5..4..3..2..1! See? We made it, we’re okay. I’ve gotta pee like nobody’s business, can you pump gas while I go and then you can go when I come back out?” Lila asked with a hint of urgency in her voice while she unbuckled her seatbelt. “Yeah I can pump gas, I don’t have to pee so we can just set off again when you come out. Can you grab some snacks though and get me a drink?” I said, getting out of the car. Lila looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “You’re sure? You drank like half of the drinks we bought at our last hotel stop, surely you’ve gotta go.” “No, I’m completely fine. And it was only two of them, you drama queen. Go pee before you have an accident out here, just because we’re on opposite sides of the car doesn’t mean I can’t tell you’re squirming.” I said with a grin as I watched Lila’s face grow red and contort with the effort of holding all her pee in. “Yeah, two 16oz bottles, that’s a lot. But fine, it’s your problem if you decide you have to pee when we get back on the road. I’m gonna go now.” Lila said in a strained voice as she started to take off into the gas station. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at Lila as I walked around the front of the car to get to the gas pump. I passed her as she scurried around the front of the car to go inside and saw that her bladder was bulging a bit. I started to get turned on as I watched it bounce just the tiniest bit as she ran. I so badly wanted to tease her just a little. I quickly tried to think of some way to get her to come back, then I remembered she still had our joint debit card in her wallet, which was in her pocket. “Baby, wait, come back!” I yelled for her before she got too far. “You have our card in your wallet, I need it to buy gas.” Lila hurried over to me and crossed her legs as she dug through her wallet for the card. “Here it is, I’ve really gotta go now.” She said as she swayed her hips a little. “Wait a second,” I said as I gently grabbed her arm. “I can never get this damn thing to work. Can you buy the gas real quick before you go in? It’ll only take a second.” I asked, praying that she would agree. “Mmm fine, just let me do it real quick, then I have to go for real. I didn’t realize how full I was until I got out of the car.” Lila said as she inched over to the gas pump. I quickly moved in behind her and wrapped my arms around her. “You really thought I wasn’t gonna take this opportunity to tease you? I know how much you love it and you know how much I love it.” I whispered to Lila as I gently rested my hand on top of her bladder. Lila squirmed at my touch and rolled her head back to be closer to me. I began to gently massage her bladder, rubbing my hand in small circles with light pressure. She whimpered and squirmed some more. “Mmff.. fuck!” She whisper-yelled. I leaned in closer to Lila’s ear and gently breathed down her neck. “Yeah? I know you like this stuff but I didn’t think it was to this extent.” I whispered with a small chuckle. “Sorry, I just.. I-I’m really full and I wasn’t expecting you to do that. I’ve been holding it since we switched, it’s been like two hours.” Lila said, crossing her legs and reaching to hold herself as she blushed even harder than before. I gently grabbed her wrist with my free hand and pulled it away from her body, pinning her hand between my stomach and her back. “Don’t apologize, it was cute! Although, only two hours? You can’t have to go that badly. Those are rookie numbers, I’ve gone four times as long.” Lila let out a whimper and tensed up a little as I increased the pressure I was applying to her bladder. I continued to massage it in small circles, gradually increasing the pressure. Lila’s bladder was firm but still squishy, I could feel that she was holding back a decent amount but she still had quite a bit of room. I stopped massaging her bladder and just let my hand rest atop of it for a moment. I felt Lila loosen up a little once the pressure I was applying disappeared and gave a light tap to her bladder, which made her shudder. “Can I go now? Please baby? I can’t take much more.” Lila whispered to me with a strained voice. “Hmm… you can go. But first, let me just…” I trailed off with a smirk and a purposefully suspenseful voice. Lila’s eyes grew wide as she realized what I was about to do and she preemptively crossed her legs. I pushed my knee between her thighs to uncross her legs and started to gently massage her bladder again, which caused her to squirm. I continued gently massaging Lila’s bladder for a few seconds before suddenly pushing in on it. I pushed hard, but not hard enough to hurt her. I kept the pressure applied for a few seconds and felt Lila squeeze my knee between her thighs. Finally, I let up on the pressure and let her out of my arms. Lila doubled over and crossed her legs tight, breathing hard. She slowly uncrossed her legs and began doing her oh-my-god-I-have-to-pee-right-now-or-I’m-gonna-have-an-accident-dance, which was a cute mixture of bouncing, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and rubbing her bladder. “I can’t h-hold it! I-I’ve gotta go.” She said just loud enough for other patrons to hear before hobbling into the gas station. I smirked as I began pumping gas into the car. I knew that this would likely be our last stop before we arrived at our hotel in New York since our car was tiny and fuel efficient. I heard the distinctive “click” of the gas pump shutting off once the car had filled up and put the nozzle back into its place before getting back in the car. As I waited for Lila to return, I tried to think up some ideas as to how I could get Lila desperate before we got to our hotel. I had really enjoyed our mini play session at the gas pump and really wanted it to go on for longer. Ever since we got together a couple years ago and realized that we were both into this bladder torture thing, it’s been one hell of a ride. “Hey, Ms.Torturer. I’m back with an empty bladder and every beverage in the observable universe.” Lila said to me through my open window as she threw two large bags into the backseat. “Damn, baby. I just wanted one or two!” I said with a laugh as Lila got into the driver’s seat and closed the door. “I know,” She started, clicking in her seatbelt. “But since you decided to pull that stunt with me, I have a little challenge for you.” I heard the locks in all the car doors click as Lila started up the engine. As I started to realize what she meant, I looked into the back seat to see how much she was going to make me drink and took note of just how big those grocery bags were. My eyes went wide as I counted about 10 drinks in the backseat in addition to our snacks. The drinks were a healthy mix of water bottles and bottled iced tea - a strong diuretic that Lila knew I couldn’t resist. I turned back around to tell Lila that I actually did have to pee already, I just wanted to make sure both our bladders were full by the time we got to our hotel so we could play around a little bit. Before I could even open my mouth, Lila put the car in drive and sped out of the gas station parking lot. To be continued…
  8. From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    Thanks for the character Crim and thanks for the inspo Noob. Lucy has been captured with her lasso and is getting filled up with a lot of liquid via catheter, can her poor bladder withstand it?
  9. From the album: Poses and Short Sequences

    Just testing how extreme I can make bladder bulges with some new posing tools that were released recently.
  10. From the album: Poses and Short Sequences

    Just testing how extreme I can make bladder bulges with some new posing tools that were released recently.
  11. From the album: Lyon's Edits

    Gogo had herself quite a long and very hydrating work out. Afterwards, she felt nature call and was about to answer it until she got a call from Hiro about an emergency downtown. However it isn't exactly easy to be a hero when you have a skin tight suit over a bulging bladder.
  12. From the album: Yor's Christmas Desperation

    Here's the first half of Yor's Christmas Desperation 8, thought I upload it early so you don't have to wait until the whole page is finished.
  13. 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!
  14. It's only been a month since Christmas. Here's a story as a kind reminder that it was just a short time ago. All I want for Christmas I made my way to the last line of the police cordon, where there was a crowd of people wanting to get to the New Royal Square. My champagne was thoughtfully poured into a plastic soda bottle. The police closely searched almost everyone. In response, they sometimes received Merry Christmas greetings, but it was so naive, of course they didn’t care. They were brought here from all the outskirts of the country so that the capital’s police personnel could now open champagne at home, with their family or drunken friends. The poor guys were freezing and hesitantly asked each other about the regulations and permitted items. In general, they were not so evil, after all, it was a holiday. In front of me, the guy and the girl were let through, despite the fact that the bottle of champagne was right in his hands. They only showed the contents of her bag. I wondered why I bothered with a plastic bottle? They seem to be only interested in firecrackers or so. I was a little upset. I think on the event website it was written that champagne was not allowed. Okay, I thought. Still, it’s better to be safe than to be sent back because of some bottle of champagne. On the square I felt the very frost that the weather forecasters had promised. I hardly noticed him in the crowd in front of the barrier. A 22C below zero, and a nasty breeze. I looked into my plastic bag. The champagne has already begun to freeze. I pulled out the bottle and hid it under my warm leather fur coat. There are only twenty minutes until midnight, now it won’t freeze, I thought. People began to arrive more actively. Soon areas appeared in the square where it was already crowded. Not in too much of a hurry, I found a more or less free place. I dodged the wind, trying to stay behind the groups of cheerful fellow citizens. Suddenly a firecracker exploded next to me, and I jumped in surprise. The bottle shook in my bosom and began to hiss like a beast. I quickly pulled it out and tightened the plug. Yes, really, why was all this fuss with control at the entrance necessary, anyway, those who wanted to, brought in everything they wanted. Soon another firecracker burst a little further away. Moment X was approaching, five minutes left. There was no longer any point in hiding and warming the champagne. I began to remember three wishes that I need to tell myself when the bells start ringing, so that I can wash them down with champagne. Bang! Bang! Bang! The firecrackers burst one after another, the people perked up and took out bottles and plastic cups. The bell on the nearest chapel sounded its first stroke. " Merry Christmas ! Merry Christmas ! Wo - o - o - o - w ! ", voices were heard throughout the square. I also screamed loudly without being embarrassed. Joyful faces, drunk and not so drunk, buzzed around in different voices. People grouped themselves in small round dances and handed each other plastic cups, silently clinking: “ Chin - chin !” Chin - chin ! " Some people decided to do larger round dances and move in a circle. I decided that it was time to show respect for traditions and carefully began to turn the lid. And then I saw her. She seemed to appear out of nowhere, probably standing behind the neighboring company. Seeing that I was alone and I had something to drink, she walked straight towards me, smiling, shouting " Merry" Christmas !" and held out an empty plastic cup. I thought that she had confused me with someone. But the general euphoria had already captured me, and I decided to play along with her. I quickly opened my bottle. “ Pshhhhhhhhhhhh !”, the sweet sparkles burst high into the air, the cork flew away and was lost. The sticky liquid mostly stayed on me, but she got a little bit too. She laughed. “Pour it quickly! If there’s still left.” I filled her glass and looked at the bottle with a sad face. There's less than half left. “And you!”, I quickly took out my glass and filled it. Of course I forgot about my Christmas ritual with wishes. My attention was focused on her. “Are you alone here?” she asked. “Yes!”, I answered over the noise of the crowd, firecrackers and the ringing of clocks. "I support the local tradition." “Are you a local yourself?” "Nope. And you?" “Me neither. I came for two weeks. To visit a friend and her parents.” "The name of?" "Who, girlfriend?" I chuckled. And she’s something special, with humor. "You, of course." "Kirsten. And you?" "I'm Tom. So, raise it up for lucky meeting?" and I poured her half of what was left, and the rest for myself. “Nope, let’s do it for our cherished desires!” she shouted, “While the bell is still ringing.” "Come on!". I couldn't take my eyes off her. When she made her wish, for some reason I decided that I could guess it, and forgot about mine. In the end I remembered and whispered my wish, but drank to it only later, when the clock fell silent. By the way, my wish did come true that year, but that’s a completely different story. “Well, I wish your wish comes true!” I told her. "And the same for you!" “Why are you here without her? I mean a friend.” “Well, she’s no longer interested here. She invited me to a family dinner, but... I decided that I had to come here, at least once. I don’t regret it.” “Do you come often?” I asked, "Only on holidays. Sometimes." "I see a busy woman, huh?" “I’m studying in my town, at the conservatory, my last year. I play the cello.” "Ah, so you're a musician! You belong here in the capital. Isn't it?" " Yeah! Amousitian! The city is mine, that 's right !", and she laughed heartily. Good joke, I laughed too. Damn, she’s so awesome! “I don’t know about moving,” she added seriously, “Will see. That wasn’t my biggest wish for Christmas.” “So about what?” I asked unceremoniously. "Well... that's what the hell I didn’t tell you." She smiled mysteriously. Her smile was lovely. Her cheeks and nose, red from the frost, made her look like the granddaughter of Julemanden. And not only this. I took a closer look at her. She was wearing a warm fur coat, but it was quite short, above her knees. And white tights. Probably warm, but who will guess them, these girls. Some of them are ready to freeze something off for the sake of beauty. “Are you working part-time as the granddaughter of … mmm?” I decided to slightly offend her. “What, do you like my outfit? Nope, I’m exactly his granddaughter! Look, just don’t get too carried away!” “What will happen? Will grandfather save the gifts for next year?” She laughed: “Yes, maybe!” “I was learning to play the synthesizer,” I said to keep the topic. To tell the truth, it was a long time ago, and it’s unlikely that I could play anything more complex than “ jingle” bells "with one hand. But I didn’t lose interest in music. I collected rare records on vinyl. But my collection was collecting dust in my small rented apartment on the outskirts. And among my local friends, no one was interested in it. We walked slowly along the perimeter of the square. We stopped a couple of times to try mulled wine. And then a cup of hot coffee. We chatted about various little things. It turned out that we were from different places and had never even visited each other’s. Kirsten turned out to be not only humorous, but also quite nimble. For example, she knew that a champagne can be bought right on the square and even knew where. What a surprise! I might as well not have brought it with me at all. She disappeared from sight, and then I saw her leaving the festive tent with a bottle in her hands. “Open it!”, she handed me a real Italian Asti . "Wow! Good taste!" I took the bottle and began to carefully open it, trying not to repeat my embarrassment. The cork came out with a quiet whisper, and light smoke flew out of the neck. “You are a master!” she praised, “By the way, where are your cups?” “I threw it away with the bag,” I admitted. A small embarrassment did happen. Yes, sometimes I can’t do without embarrassment. I gave her the bottle and went into the same tent. A minute later the cups were in my hands. “Well, Chin - Chin ! Bless an art!” I exclaimed. “ Chin - Chin !”, she responded. We walked around the entire square in a circle. Snowflakes were already sparkling on our faces, and thick white steam was coming out of our mouths. We continued chatting and finished her bottle pretty quickly. I didn't notice where we were going, I just walked next to her. I didn't really want to tell her bye - bye . I looked around and noticed that she had quickened her pace slightly, and we were walking towards the nearest metro entrance. “Are you in a hurry to see your friend?” I asked, as if casually, “Can I accompany you?” “Well, walk me if you want.” And she took my hand. Her hand was cold and clenched tightly in my palm. I put my hand on top of hers and tried to warm it up. The champagne and bitter cold made me feel like I gotta find a toilet stall. This desire suddenly intensified rapidly. With every ten steps I felt the pressure from my jeans and it became harder and harder. Although the metro was very close, and it took half an hour to get home, I wondered if an even more serious embarrassment awaited me. And here it goes, very helpful! We turned into an alley where mobile toilet stalls stood in a row, about twenty of them. Kirsten walked quickly past them, and I thought that if I stopped and asked them to wait for me, it would just mean bye - bye . The stalls floated past, and I felt a sharp chill on my legs. And I had a thought I couldn't stand it. “Wait for me? In the station lobby. Just a minute,” and I nodded towards the stalls. “They are all closed, don’t you see?”, she turned her red face to me and laughed. “Tell me, was the champagne very tasty?” “That’s a fact,” I answered thoughtfully, looking sadly at the slalls. Indeed, not a single passer-by even tried to go there. “They are closed, this was stated in the description of the event on the city’s website. They worked only until midnight. So then everyone could quickly go home!”, and she laughed again and quickened her pace even more. “Okay, then let’s go home,” I said dreamily, “I should get warm already. Mulled wine and English pie are waiting for me at home. And my favorite records.” “What kind of records? Real ones? Vinyl?” she asked unexpectedly. “Yes, the real ones,” I answered without hiding my excitement. I told her some of them. It looks like she's interested. Or she pretended to. However, it didn't mean anything. “Where are you going?” I asked when we entered the station. “I’m on yellow, south,” she said. “Well then, let's go!” I directed her to the right steps down. We're on my way to the subway, what a coincidence, I thought. Maybe this is not an accident? Maybe she really is the granddaughter of Juelmanden? You may laugh now, but that's what I really thought. While we were going down the escalator, my bladder moved to the next stage, it became tight and began to quietly ache. I tried to mentally prepare him for a long wait. I was worried that perhaps I had decided to accompany her in vain. But at the same time, I didn’t want to give up this idea. We stood on the platform, I was already constrained and silent. I wanted to continue carefree conversations with her, but my brain refused to think about abstract topics. When the train appeared, I tensed up and headed towards the edge of the platform. “Are you done, bye - bye ?”, she asked in surprise. “No, I’ll accompany you. Let’s go and take a seat.” “This is a Green Line train!”, she smiled, “You are so absent-minded!” "Really green? I didn't pay attention." “It's because of the champagne, right?” she laughed again. I was confused. What did she mean this time? When that train left, her face suddenly became so pitiful. She hugged herself with her arms and looked around. Then she noticed that I was looking at her. "I was a little cold, to be honest," she explained. “I hope it will be warmer on the train.” Finally, we entered the carriage and successfully occupied two adjacent seats. At the next station the carriage was almost completely filled with people. “Which station are you going to?” I asked carefully. "I don't remember the name. But I recognize it, I'll tell you." While the carriage was moving, we hardly spoke. It was so noisy we could barely hear each other. She pressed her knees together and leaned her shoulder against me. I leaned towards her and sometimes touched her with my warm cheek. On "Clay Moat Park" I decided I had nothing to lose by asking directly. "Maybe come to my place now? Christmas isn't over yet." “Is it far?” she asked. I expected any answer, but not this one. I got excited. "Nah, very close. On the same line. That's where the National Aquarium ," I replied. She nodded in understanding. Perhaps she didn’t understand how many stops ahead, but she didn’t ask a second time. Her face became pitiful again. She put one hand between her legs. “I’ll think about it,” she said cautiously. She was definitely messing up my plans. As the train started moving, I felt my bladder enter the next phase. Sharp shocks began to shoot from the inside along the walls and be reflected in the kidneys. Not often, only a few times a minute. But the problem was that I didn't know what would happen next. I didn’t remember such a state at all; this happened to me for the first time. I turned to Kirsten. She sat frowning. Our train fluttered out of the tunnel to the open air, and fresh frosty breath quickly filled the carriage. She winced, looked around and suddenly stood up. "This is my station. Sorry, but I have to run. Bye - bye , Tom. Thanks for keeping me company this Christmas." She quickly pecked me on the cheek and waved her hand. “But...” I didn’t have time to answer. She quickly got out of the carriage and turned right. After walking a few steps, she raised her head, turned around and walked in the other direction. At that moment I felt a new pain shock. I needed to pee, somewhere, no matter where, immediately. I barely had time to run out onto the platform, and the doors closed right behind me. Kirsten was already quickly walking up the stairs, almost running. I hurried after her. “What are you doing?” protested the rational half of my brain. “Leave her alone! In this state, you won’t walk even a hundred steps. It could be another kilometer to her house. You’ll wet your pants, that’s the best case scenario. Or maybe you’ll burst your bladder.” But the other half of the brain, less intelligent, timidly whispered: “Christmas and Kirsten, Kirsten and Christmas... Will all this just pass by, like a random dream?” Suddenly I thought, maybe she just needed to go to the toilet, like me. Then I’ll invite her to meet in half an hour, and I’ll go and piss somewhere in the bushes. And then we will spend this wonderful night together. Why not. Need to try! I found her near the subway exit, next to the crosswalk. “Kirsten!” I called. But the wind and the noise of cars drowned out my words. She stood and waited for the moment to cross into the crowd with other passengers. She didn’t even stand, but continuously spun in place and fanned herself with her hands. It was so cold and windy that some people looked at her and started doing the same. I moved closer, trying not to pay attention to the sharp pricks from inside my stomach. “Oh! You again? Are you stalking me?” she asked without a smile. “No, no! But I’m seeing you off,” I joked in response, “I’m worried that you won’t freeze.” “You’re so kind, thank you,” she replied, “Don’t be offended that I ran away. I remembered that I didn’t warn my friend, her parents might start to worry.” “I understand, and that’s right,” I answered, “Perhaps you can go to them and we’ll meet here? In half an hour.” “Mmmm! You don’t seem to be stalking me. But you are definitely stalking me,” this time she sparkled with her eyes and smiled. “Okay, okay. Just don’t follow me any further, okay? Wait right here.” She glanced at her watch. "Exactly at two in the morning. Don't be late." Without finishing the sentence, she turned and began to cross the road, almost running. In the middle of the road she slipped and flapped her arms like a seagull. She did not fall and quickly moved on. I was inspired by her promise, but still I followed her. She quickly moved away from me, and then suddenly turned right into the courtyards of yellow brick houses. I just noticed that some company was entering the entrance. But she was nowhere to be found. Maybe she came in before them. And then my bladder responded to my inaction. The first drop escaped into my panties. I suddenly thought how great it was that I didn’t accompany her. Nothing could have been better! If she had not run away, I would have wet my pants right in front of her, and then there would have been nothing left of this meeting, not even good memories. I looked back. I need to find a secluded place. But where should I go? This is a completely unfamiliar area. And also this frost... I have very little time. Firecrackers thundered in the courtyards, round dances twirled, even the voices of children rang. Desperate and a little scared, I looked for a deserted place and could not find it. A few more houses were left behind, and finally I discovered a deserted courtyard. Apparently everyone here has already used their firecrackers. What luck, there was even a dark corner where there were no lanterns shining at all. I almost ran there, undoing the frozen zipper of my jeans as I went, almost breaking it. Even in the absence of streetlights, the pure white snow cover dispersed the darkness. I stood between the wall of the house and a thick tree. A couple more drops escaped into my panties, and finally... I'm free! Wow! Don't believe it is happened! Merry Christmas, my poor aching bladder! I tried to water on the wall of the house, and not in the snow, so that they wouldn’t accidentally hear me from the window. To tell the truth, I didn’t feel comfortable doing this here, in someone else’s yard, at the risk of being discovered at any moment. But I talked myself into continuing so that my problem wouldn't come back too soon. In such cold weather it could easily have happened. A sudden noise around the corner added urgency to my situation. Some company passed not far from me and headed to the next yard. I had to interrupt this pleasure for a while and even hide my hose in my pants. Finally, I finished with it, looked back carefully and walked back. Suddenly, right around the corner, a police car slowly drove out and, flashing with blue lights like it’s ho-ho-ho-holiday lights, drove past me. “Yes, very timely!”, I thought, “Indeed, the holiday took place.” My mood rose higher and higher, I even wanted more champagne. Sorry, but the time to buy has passed by. I remembered Kirsten and wondered where I would wait for her. Standing for almost a quarter of an hour at a crosswalk? So-so idea. Not a single supermarket is open. There is probably a fan heater at the metro station, gotta get there as soon as possible. Jumping and squeezing my frozen toes, I hurried back and suddenly... I saw Kirsten. She was leaving the same yard where she had recently disappeared. She walked about fifty steps ahead of me, but was in no hurry and did not dance as she walked. Why is she coming back so early? Maybe it's not her? I was still quite far away, and I noticed how she crossed the street and stepped aside. She leaned against a large tree and began adjusting her tights. She did this for quite a long time, all the time while I was approaching her. I stopped on the other side of the crosswalk and tried to understand why she was looking around and shyly moving her hands under the hem of her short fur coat. And then she raised her head and the bright light of the lantern illuminated her face. Yes, it was her, but... joyless and tearful. I became confused. All the words I had prepared for her lost their meaning. Perhaps while she was with a friend, some news upset her, probably something personal. It is doubtful that she will share this news with me, and even if she does, it is unlikely that I will be able to help. She looked towards the entrance to the subway, wiped away her tears and headed there. I decided that I would still go up to her and just ask, “Kirsten, what happened?” Damn it, I even know her name, why do I doubt it!?. I ran across the street and headed towards the station. While I was running downstairs , I noticed her on the platform, near the first column. She took off her boots and put them on again, first one, then the other. As she straightened up and raised her head, I noticed that new tears were running down her cheeks. She turned and walked on. A train appeared on the platform towards my station. Everything around came to life. Some were getting off the train, others were hurrying inside. Kirsten continued to move away from me along the platform. I decided that I would not get on this train. Quickening my pace, I approached her. I looked at her slender legs in snow-white tights. They are no longer snow-white, however. Darkened stripes and spots were clearly visible. A fluff of fresh frost even formed over her cute boots; it quickly melted and flowed inside in tiny droplets. Despite my frozen nose, I caught a distinct and unambiguous smell. She didn't see me. Or pretended not to see. But she would not wait for me here, that was absolutely obvious. I'm confused. Is it worth approaching her? Will she be glad that I reminded her of myself again? What if she considers me guilty of stopping her on the street? Even if it was just for a little while. And because of that, she didn't make it in time. I suddenly slowed down. And immediately - Boom! - some hasty drunk ran into me from behind. He cheerfully shouted to me something like, “Don’t sleep! So you won’t be frozen!” and jumped into the carriage. For a moment I lost sight of Kirsten. When I looked in her direction again, I saw the train doors closing behind her. In surprise, I froze with my mouth open. My train was leaving with her. Everything became clear to me. She deceived me. This was not her station. -- When I burst into my small apartment, I had to undo the zipper of my jeans again as I walked. Ohh ! This frost and this champagne! What have they done to my Christmas! When I went into the toilet, I barely had time to lift the lid. Then, after a hot shower, sitting with a glass of mulled wine in front of boring TV , I thought about her. Of course, who else could I think of then? I replayed every minute of that evening in my memory. At first I was angry with frustration that this evening could have been completely different. After the third glass, both anger and frustration disappeared. I might not have met her at all. I was simply grateful to fate for this strange and extraordinary evening. I put the minion with the "Back to the U.S.A." blues on the vinyl player and listened to it from start to finish several times. I imagined, what if she didn’t decide to run away and came to me? Which of us would run to the toilet first? Remembering my condition, I wondered if I would not have given in to her? Or would I dare to ask her to give in to me? Or would I suggest that we go to the shower together instead of the toilet? Quite a bold proposal for a first meeting. No, she wouldn't agree. It would have been too revealing for her. Then I threw away my stupid fantasies, I tried to remember the real her, her wish for Christmas, her sweet face and sincere laugh. Then I couldn’t sleep for a long time. Still, what station was really her? Maybe mine? She did a very smart thing by running away from me on the subway. Was she really only saving herself from shame? Or maybe me first? The famous song about what someone wants for Christmas came to my ears from one neighbors, then from others. And I remembered why I went to this event in the first place. Then I just wanted a holiday. Just that kind of mood. Then I wanted champagne. Then more champagne, this time with Kirsten. Then I wanted her herself, maybe without champagne. Who knows what she wanted then, maybe the same thing. Ho-ho-ho, how funny and sad it is now. And in the end, what did we both want more than anything in the world this Christmas? To be honest...
  15. From the album: Yor's Christmas Desperation

    While at the mall for Christmas shopping Yor Forger from Spy x Family ends up with a very full bladder from all the tea she drank earlier at home. So she decides to take a quick break from shopping and starts looking for a bathroom but unfortunately the one she found was Out of Order. Now she either looks for another bathroom and risks that she might be late for Christmas or tries to hold what feels like an ocean of pee inside her until she finishes shopping and gets back home.
  16. Hey all! This is a story I thought up kinda on the fly. After posting a very explostive, story driven chapter in "The Green Dam and the Water Golem", I wanted to write something a little shorter, easier and more fun that I kinda spitball together and update occasionally. It'll serve as a nice break after the struggle I've been having recently! This story is loosely inspired by "The Never Pee Land", a great story about extreme desperation in an interesting setting. The story features male desperation, which isn't my cup of tea, but I thought it was a great story nonetheless. I wanted to write a story with a similar premise but with female desperation, and this is what I came up with! I hope you enjoy the read and feel free to provide some feedback! I always love reading your guy's comments! Now, on with the show! Character text colors: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A long time ago in a land far away… A small kingdom lived during the dawn of the middle ages. This kingdom is one not of great power, but of great peace. A kingdom based on the values of neutrality, equality, and love of its people. A truly respectable nation indeed, where even during a time where wars raged and power struggled to find a solid head, this kingdom swore to peace and neutrality. Royalty during this time was expected to seek and gain land and power, alliances and rivalries formed and broke, resulting in the tumultuous and poorly documented span of time we've come to know as the dark ages. Many of the alliances between nations, ill-fated or otherwise, were the result of political marriages between royalty. Kings marrying queens, heirs marrying heirs, nations being married to each other solely on the basis of a single marriage between their royals. However, this little peaceful kingdom was different. Founded on the belief of neutrality, this small kingdom refused to aggravate nor alliance with its neighbors. This included the infamous political marriage. Thus, the royals of our fair kingdom always married those within their borders, based on love and compatibility, rather than on political advantages and strategy. Yes, the king always married a woman of his dreams, to which his heir would do the same as a prince, wed to a woman that would eventually become a princess and eventually a queen as the prince gained the throne from his father when he was deemed unfit to rule due to age or illness. Thus the cycle continued happily and steadily for generations as the bloodline grew rich and famed as a stable, peace-loving, egalitarian royal family. * * * One fateful day, the king of our story, King Henry Juelas IV, addresses his lone son of 21 years, Prince Richard Barone III, with a lecture all kings of the kingdom eventually give their sons. "Richard. You are now a young lad that I am proud to have as my son, and as my heir." "Father, thank you. Everything I have learned is a result of your fair rule and lessons you passed down to me." Barone knelt on one knee. "Yes, however God has made us mortal, our flesh and bones will eventually rot and my mind will not be as sound as it is now as a ruler. Eventually I must step down and you must take my place." "Of course father. I would be honored to take your position when the time comes." "And, every king needs a queen to stand beside him, to love him, to relax him, and to provide an heir to our faithful bloodline." "Yes, father." "You will find yourself a loving woman to be made your wife, and eventually, your queen. You may choose whoever you wish, with whatever method you wish, as long as you love her and she loves you. Only then your love will prosper, and your marriage be revered, and fruitful, along with your rule." "Of course, father. I will get to work at once to find my perfect woman to be made at once. I'll be off!" Barone sped out of the throne room, eager to find a woman fit for him. Prince Barone had been waiting for this moment to come for years. Given approval to find his beloved had been something he'd dreamed about for years, and now he can make his fantasies come true. Prince Barone was a handsome, sharp, fit royal from his studies and athletics that many women regarded him as the most charming Prince the royal bloodline has seen yet. He was a natural hit with the ladies, and many of them would do anything to be made his princess. Prince Barone had one quirk about him, however. He very much enjoyed the appearance and behavior of a very full bladder. Even as a young man his servant girls and maids worked tirelessly with very few breaks, leading them to hold very full, bulging bladders in their skirts. He would often hear them whine and complain of failing to find relief for hours, if not days. He would regularly catch them squatting in corners and on the royal lawn, finally giving into their desperate need, begging the prince not to spill the beans to his father, all the while still pissing gushers, unable to stem the flow. The plight of the service girls is a result of only a single chamberpot in their dorms. Two dozen girls would only have a short time during their breaks to relieve themselves, and when they came, a line formed full of desperate, squirming, bulging-bladdered girls. And the chamberpot could only hold so much piss, only a few girls were able to have the privilege to relieve themselves before it was filled to the brim with urine, and was unable to hold any more desperately needed pees until it could be emptied. The royals the girls served would be more than understanding enough to provide a solution, but the situation would be so embarrassing none of them were willing to speak up. * * * Barone’s most enjoyable experience was catching a particularly beautiful servant girl using his chamberpot, thinking that he had gone out for a long time. She begged him not to report this incident and have her dismissed, and the Prince did no such thing, on the condition that she hold her piss for him. Three full days passed without passing her waters, all while having to complete her duties and stay hydrated. By the end of the third day the poor girl was begging the prince for relief, with claims that she would explode any moment and with her bladder bloated like that of a pregnant woman on the verge of going into labor. The night of the third day, the Prince called the servant girl to his quarters. She stood there, clutching her nethers, legs twisted in a knot, with a throbbing, bulging, sloshing bladder full of her waters. “My prince… I am at my limit! I simply cannot hold a minute longer, I have been pushing my poor peehole back with my hands to avoid soiling my dress. I feel my poor urethra full of hot piss and my bladder… my bladder is so full and bloated… I’ve never felt such pressure in my life… Please, your highness, let me take a much needed pee…” “You poor servant girl. You have done well to hold such a vast amount for such a long time. While I would be lying in saying I did not enjoy your struggle, I believe your restitution is complete for using my personal chamberpot. You may relieve your burden of urine. I am even letting you use my personal privy that you have originally committed your grievance.” The servant girl didn’t need to listen any longer, she bolted to the Prince’s privy and painfully went through the process of undoing her uniform, hopping from foot to foot in desperate fervor, while the prince watched in the privy doorway. Finally, the poor servant girl was able to tear down her undergarments and slammed her curvy hindquarters on the chamberpot rim. She immediately started a waterfall of piss that echoed violently in the pot, while she moaned and lolled her tongue out at the immense relief she felt after forgoing the restroom for three entire days. Her massive bladder bulge deflated slowly as she urinated, still with the force of a rapid river, as she clearly enjoyed her relief. After several minutes of non-stop pissing, the servant girl finally relented her stream as it slowed to a trickle to eventually just a few drops. With a loud sigh of relief, she stood up, her butt imprinted with the rim on the chamberpot from such a long piss. The chamberpot was completely full from being empty just minutes before, a light yellow ocean of urine rippling in the container. The servant girl’s behind was speckled with the backsplash of her torrential relief, as the prince handed her some paper to dry herself. “Thank you my prince… I am truly grateful for you to let me be relieved, and to let me off from my misjudgement.” “You are very welcome. You have done well to hold on for so long. Now, do not let me catch you again using my personal privy or I will make you forgo relief for six days instead.” Barone lied, he would love the servant girl to defy him so he could enact an ultimatum to have her hold for even longer, seeing what kind of bladder bulge and capacity she was capable of. “Of course, my prince, I will never do it again, I bid you farewell!” And with that, she was on her way. * * * The prince’s enjoyment of a woman’s bulging, desperate bladder was not limited to his servant’s. He wishes for his bride to have the biggest, most capacious, most bulging bladder of the kingdom. In fact, it would be his main requirement for a wife. He sped quickly to his quarters to prepare an announcement to the kingdom that he was looking for a wife to be made his princess. The primary requirement? The woman to be made his bride must hold her waters for no less than 100 hours, while drinking what is demanded of her. To be continued. 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  17. From the album: Yor's Christmas Desperation

    I tried dividing the page in half so it might be easier to read it here.
  18. 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.
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