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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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…
  4. 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.
  5. 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...
  6. 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.
  7. 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!
  8. 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...
  9. 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.
  10. 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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  11. From the album: Yor's Christmas Desperation

    I tried dividing the page in half so it might be easier to read it here.
  12. 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.
  13. From the album: Yor's Christmas Desperation

    Anya's concerns for Yor keeps growing so she decides to help her try not to... explode and flood the apartment. Meanwhile we see Yor accomplishing each Christmas task to distract herself from her growing need. Wrapping presents, decorating tree, etc. After doing all that she sits on the couch to take a breather, but her belly rumbles so she tries to distract herself again by making hot chocolate for everyone. The pouring didn't really help her through. Loid suggests that the three of them go out for dinner to which Yor accepts, though knowing it'll be very difficult for her.
  14. Lyonsheart

    Hold It, Luz!

    From the album: Lyon's Edits

    After Luz had beaten Boscha in a lemonade (Or lemon-blood) drinking contest, She feels the urge to use the bathroom only to find that the one close by her is out of order. What she doesn't know is that it wasn't really out of order. The sign was put there by Boscha who is very petty for losing to Luz, so she plans to make Luz's day like Hell for her by preventing her from using the bathroom and torturing her at any chance she gets.
  15. From the album: Yor's Christmas Desperation

    Anya and Loid are watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer on the TV while waiting for Yor to arrive. And after an agonizing way home she finally does. But just before she could finally had a chance to go visit the bathroom Loid reminds her that they still have a lot of Christmas chores to do, and since this is their first Christmas as a family together Yor is determined to do her best and make everything perfect, even if that means she'll have to hold her pee for the whole Christmas Eve.
  16. From the album: Yor's Christmas Desperation

    Yor decided to continue shopping even if she has to do it with a full bladder. As time goes by her bladder is filling up more and more to the point she can't even hide her desperation. After she bought everything she needed she sits into a taxi to take her home, hopefully before her bladder bursts.
  17. The First 24 Hours I woke up around noon, pleasantly full. I’m aware that to most people, waking up with the weight of a few hundred milliliters of pee resting in their bladder would not be pleasurable. But, you see, I’m just a giant fucking pervert. Yes, I swear a lot. If foul language is a problem for you, you better don’t read the rest of this report. It contains various permutations of the word "fuck" a total of 82 times. I counted. I had last peed at 2AM, two hours before going to bed. So I woke up with what must have been a good cupful or two of yesterdays drinks. Water that had worked its way through my system over night. Just up, and already ten hours into my hold. Nice. I yawned, stretched, threw off the covers, and ran my hands over the developing bulge. It was round and firm, just like I liked it. When I got out of bed, my first destination was the obvious one. The coffee machine, duh. I wiggled in place a bit, caressing my morning bladder under my T-shirt. The machine gurgled, my sphincter announced its presence, and the smell of coffee filled the room. I marked off the first 250 mL on the piece of paper I had taped to refrigerator. After locating my Crocs and key ring, I slowly walked down all six flights of stairs to the laundry room, sipping my coffee. My bladder only protested slightly, as I bend down to take yesterday’s load out of the dryer. I briefly wondered why none of my neighbors had left me any passive-aggressive notes about blocking the machines over night. Old people like drama, I guess. Loaded up with two arms full of pants and shirts (why the hell didn’t I bring the basket?) I made my way back up the stairs… only to walk the distance all over again 30 seconds later, because my cup was still sitting on the washing machine. I felt a little silly. Not for forgetting the cup, that was just par for the course for my easily distracted ass, but for climbing the entire height of the building four times, when the elevator was sitting right there, unused. But that was a rule I had set for myself, and I was going to stick to it. You’re not really holding when you have to avoid the stairs to keep your piss shut in, right? Oh. Right. I didn’t tell you yet. So, yes, that’s what I’m doing. Not peeing for 24 hours. Normal fluid intake. Been thinking about it for years, never quite managed, but today was going to be the day I did it. And I was not going to go easy on myself. No compromises, no mercy. Anyway, when I finally walked back into my warm apartment from the cold staircase, my bladder was settling down a bit. Thank god. I was just getting started, after all. I got myself a cup of water, marked of the next 250 mL, and started sipping is slowly while folding laundry and tidying up around the place. And the next 250 mL. I had been doing housework for a while, getting lost in my thoughts and devious plans for the day, slowly filling up, when my phone went ping. I checked my messages, finding the one I had been waiting for. My sister was back from her vacation to the Philippines, was just getting settled in back home, and she wanted to see me some time after 3 PM to tell tales and show a few photos. The clock on my phone read 2:00. Fuck me. My bladder was making itself known now. But that was to be expected. 12 hours since I last relieved myself. Of course I felt like I had to pee! That was just my body having some weird reaction, though, because I was not going to the toilet for another 12 hours. If only 50 percent of the time was 50 percent of the difficulty, and it would only get twice as hard. But that's not how this worked, I was acutely aware. Not that it mattered. Because I wasn’t going to pee. Anyway, I better got ready to head over, then! I gulped down another 250 mL of water, marked them off on my chart, shed my clothing in the living room, and went to take a shower. As I entered the bathroom, I noted that the piece of duct tape over the lid of the toilet was still intact. Duh, of course it was, who could have possibly disturbed it? It was just a little reminder to myself. I stepped into the shower. As the warm water started to splatter, soaked into my hair, ran over my body, pooled warmly on my bulge for the fraction of a second before running off, my bladder again started to protest loudly. It wasn’t super difficult not to pee in there, but it wasn’t exactly nice. When I was done cleaning myself up, I quickly squeezed as much water as I could out of my hair, and started to blow it dry while running a brush through it. This took longer than I thought it would. By the time I was done, and managed to wrangle my curls into a thick bun, the rest of my body had air-dried completely in the warmth of the bathroom. Great, now I was pressed for time to do my makeup! Thankfully, I’m 24 and don’t need a ton of foundation and crap. I neglected the brunt of my face, and just used a little mascara before putting on a lot of black eyeliner. Not enough for a total Ketamine Panda look, but a bit more than the average gal would have used. Hey, I think my complexion and dark features are underlined really well with cute lashes and cat eyes, okay? It’s easily the best thing I can do when I don’t want to spend hours in front of the mirror! Combine that with black lip gloss… wait, shit, I didn’t have any left! So, combine that with black matte lipstick, and the fact I had painted my nails black yesterday to match, and I was looking ready for a night out on the goth club. Even if I was going to be the least white person there. Theoretically. Because that’s not where I was going. But it would have been dope! Now, as for getting dressed, I was going to look smoking hot today. I was going to wear the most fuck-me outfit in my whole closet. Which, unfortunately, didn’t have a great selection in that regard. Most of my street clothing was practical, and boring. The fancier stuff was professional, and also boring. The clubwear section… wasn’t all that sexy, either. For the most part. I had a lot of combat pants and bondage trousers, that would look cute with a crop top and black light accessories, but that wasn’t where I was going. I had a few summer dresses, but they were all floral print or baby blue. I finally settled on the sexiest pair of bottoms in my entire closet, a pair of black low-waist skinny jeans. I need the readers of this report to understand how low these jeans were. They weren’t sagging, I had threaded a belt through the loops. No, they were pulled all the way up, they were really just cut that low. I had Millennial friends who bragged about how low their sluttiest pants were in high school. These were lower. They were very tight and contoured my ass nicely. But they also barely contained it, even when I was standing up. My hipbones were on full display. My pelvis was just like "HELLO!". When I bent down, my tailbone was out. One could think that I was constantly showing the world my underwear, but I assure you, I wasn’t! Because what underwear? If there was ever a piece of true fuck-me jeans, this was it. The only saving grace was that they were black, which pushed them at least somewhat in the direction of "classy". Which is what I kept telling myself. No pair of low-rise jeans is complete without a midriff-baring top. So I picked a black bralette that barely covered the necessary bits. Fuck, you should have seen me! This is not an outfit you’d expect a girl to wear in November, when its 5 fucking degrees Celsius out. Or, well, ever, unless she’s a prostitute. I was basically naked from the neck… uh, neck, I forgot to tell you about the choker! Black lacy choker. When you go goth whore, you go goth whore all the way. Anyway, I was naked from neck to hipbones. The only way this outfit could have been any lewder, was if I actually had any tits. Well, or if I had put on a nice pair of heels, instead of combat boots. Maybe next time. I could barely tear away myself from the mirror, because I looked so unbelievably hot. I twisted and turned to study that lean creature with her tiny waist, tight little ass, and fucking long-looking slender legs. And if it hadn’t for my beautifully bulging bladder jutting out over the belt and waistband (thankfully over it!), my abs would have been the centerpiece of this exhibition. A lot of work went into my body, it showed, and I fucking loved it. But now it was really time to leave. Grabbed a long sweater to cover my shame in front of my sister, and slid into my trench coat. Then I slammed the remaining 500 mL for the day, bringing me up to a nice round 1,500, and headed out to a family member’s place with 13 hours of piss in my bladder, and a stomach full of water. Slosh slosh. (to be continued)
  18. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    After how much Mina Ashido bragged about how she has the biggest bladder out of all her friends they decided to challenged her to go for an entire day without using the bathroom. Mina of course accepted the challenge so her friends gave her a water bottle every half an hour to drink. She felt confident at first but as hours and water bottles went by her bladder gets really full. At the end of the second hour she was unable to sit still in the classroom, and more water was filtered out of her blood, and pushed into her swollen, quivering bladder. By the time the third hour ticked over, she was in agony. Her kidneys seemed to be working in overdrive, like faucets left on full blast. At this time, she had an awareness of her pee hole that she never thought possible... and the lighting bolts of severe desperation told her that, no matter how embarrassed she was... no matter how much she'd eat her words if she peed herself, it would be her body, not her, that made the decision...
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