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  1. Part One Contains: Desperation, explicit urination, some nudity One day while walking through the forest, I came upon a couple of tiny creatures. They had white, translucent wings on their backs, and their bodies seemed to be covered (though not well) with a kind of leafy material. They were drinking from a stream. The sight was truly astonishing. I had never encountered fairies before, though I'd heard the tales. I heard that they were peaceful creatures, though they often played tricks on gullible humans. I knew they were going to be my next catch. I'm an insect collector. I go through the forest and catch bugs and spiders to study. Then, after a week or two, I let them go. So little was known about these creatures, so I knew I was going to be a sensation once I publish my findings. I snuck up behind them. A stick crunched beneath my feet, causing them to see me and take shelter in a nearby tree. "No, wait!" I called after them, "there's no reason to be afraid! I'm a scientist. I want to study your species! I mean you no harm!" They didn't come out. I went up to the tree they entered and peeked in. There, I saw a tunnel leading far into the Earth. This was amazing! I'd discovered a colony of fairies! I ran and got some edible berries, which I put right on the ground in front of the tree. Then I went into a nearby bush and waited. I waited until the sun went down. I was nodding off when I heard a faint sound. I arose from my slumber and saw a small, female fairy fluttering down from the tree. She went for the berries, though cautiously. She knew something was up. 'Such a clever creature,' I thought to myself. Though she wasn't clever enough. I took my chance and leapt, catching her in my hands. "Gotcha!" I said, feeling her flutter around madly in my cupped palms. I rushed back to my secluded cabin and put her into an insect jar, which I put on my shelf. She looked scared, which made me feel guilty for only a moment. I had to remind myself that these were only insects with human traits, though the human traits were much more defined than I thought. She looked just like a real person, her wide eyes staring back at mine. Her leafy dress covered very little, and she was rather cute. She was pressed against the other side of the jar, evidently trying to get as far away from me as possible. Her legs were brought up to her chest, giving me a full view of her underside. Was I really attracted to this creature? I suppose I was, similar to the way someone is attracted to a drawing or something. I wouldn't make love to her, of course. She was no bigger than my hand. It's just that everything about her was the same as a human, her pussy visible from under her dress, a little bit of her left nipple peeking out from above it. "Don't be afraid, little one," I said, "I mean you no harm. In a couple of weeks, you'll be free to go back to your colony." She didn't seem to understand me. She still looked scared. I filled a bottlecap up with water. "I'm going to open the top now," I said, "don't fly out, there's nowhere to go." As soon as the top was open, she tried to dart out. I immediately covered it with my hand when I saw her take flight, and she raced quickly into my palm. It stung a little bit. I removed my hand to see her dazed and dizzy. I placed the bottlecap in the jar and placed the top back on. "I'll study you in the morning, little one," I said, and turned out my bedside light. I slept well. In the morning, I immediately went over to the jar with my fairy inside. She was fast asleep, curled into a ball on the ground. All the water in the cap was gone. I refilled it and placed it back in there with her with ginger movements, careful not to wake her, though when I put the cap back on I was a little too loud. She awoke with a start, her eyes darting around the room. She looked right at me through the glass. "I didn't mean to do that," I said. "Can you understand me?" She only stared back at me. I felt a night's worth of liquid pulsing in my belly, so I went outside and urinated. I looked in the window, only to see the fairy staring back at me. I felt embarrassed, even knowing she wasn't an actual human. When I went back inside, I put the jar on my desk and began sketching her. She was still curled up and scared. I studied her for hours before my hunger overpowered my curiosity. "Are you hungry, little one?" I asked her. After eating my own breakfast, I went outside and picked some berries. When I returned, all the water in the cap was once again gone. "You only drink when I'm not here, huh?" I asked. "You'll probably do the same when you're eating. I'll leave you be." She didn't try to fly out when I changed her water this time. I dropped the berries in there and shut the lid, putting her back on the shelf. I left the house to get supplies from the village. When I got back, the sun was already setting again. I felt tired from my journey. I checked on the fairy. All of her water was once again gone, and only a few berries remained. She was still curled up, though. I changed her water, ate, and went to bed. In the silent dark, though, I heard a slight tapping. I ignored it for a while, but it was incessant. I turned on the light to find the source of it, only to find it was the fairy. She was standing up now, looking at me. I climbed out of bed and went up to her. "What's the matter, little one?" I asked. She pointed toward the window. "No, no," I laughed, "you can't leave just yet. I've still got more work to do." She pointed with more energy, looking frantic and pleading. Her legs were pressed together, one of her hands balled into a fist at her side. "Ohhh," I said, understanding. "You need to pee, right?" She only looked back at me. "Sorry about that," I chuckled, "I'm so used to bugs just doing their business wherever. I wonder how I'm going to go about this with you." She tapped on the glass and pointed to the window again, doing a bit of a dance. She was bobbing up and down a little, her fist shaking at her side. A wave had clearly hit. I retrieved another bottlecap and dropped it in there. "Use that," I said. She didn't. She continued tapping and pointing. I looked through my drawers for something, anything, to allow this little fairy to do her business without escaping. She was writhing and lurching forward as I searched, her pleading taps becoming louder and more incessant. "I'm working on it, little one," I said, hoping she can hold it long enough for me to get something. After almost a half hour of looking, I realized that they must be used to going outside. I brought in one of my potted plants and put it on my desk. "Alright, little one, I don't know if you can understand me, but I'm going to let you out. There's no use in trying to escape, my doors and windows are locked up tight. I want you to go in the soil in that pot over there, okay?" She tapped and pointed the whole time I was talking, her legs dancing frantically. I opened the top, grabbed her, and put her in the soil on the plant. She immediately began flying around the room, up to the windows and the cracks in the door. "In here!" I said, pointing to the pot. She didn't listen to me. I noticed that her flying was much more erratic than what I witnessed in the forest. Instead of the gracefulness she had then, it was choppy and inconsistent, like a hurt bird. I wrote this down in my notes. There could be a number of reasons for this. She could have hurt herself flying into my hand, or I hurt her when I caught her. Her wings might become weaker with misuse, as is the case with many flying insects. She appeared to have realized her efforts were useless, or she couldn't hold it any longer, because as I was writing she flew down to the pot, hitched up her leafy dress, and absolutely exploded. She wasn't squatting, which I found odd. She was standing, bent at the knees, pulling her labia apart with her hand. I was surprised at the power of her stream, though I should have expected it. To someone her size, a single bottlecap was probably like a liter. I watched her go, feeling a bit mesmerized. I was getting hard, too. I noticed that there was some hair on her pussy, yet another detail that made her feel more human. Her legs were shaking a bit, probably from the immense relief she must have been feeling. I watched as her stream died down to a drip. She didn't even shake to dry, she simply pulled her dress back down and looked out the window. It seemed she was longing for escape, though she wasn't scared anymore. I scooped her up and put her back in the jar, to which she didn't resist. She simply lied down and went to sleep. As I put the lid back on, I noticed some droplets of moisture on my hand. I smelled it and realized it was her urine. I peered at the puddle she left in the pot, making me feel even more horny. I hadn't thought about my fetish in a long, long time. It's been nothing but work for so long. I can't remember the last time I jerked off. I looked back at her. Curled up sleeping, her underside visible under her dress again. It seemed she was deep in slumber. I turned out the light and my hand found its way under the covers. I thought about the fairy, how badly she must have needed to go, and for so long. Almost a full twenty-four hours with no relief, including however long before she was caught. I thought about her frantic eyes, her desperate dance, and how it must feel to have a bursting bladder while flying around the room like that. Her pee must have been sloshing around like crazy. I finished on that thought, then drifted into slumber.
  2. holditin

    Indra vs Kira

    I just wanted to give a little introduction to this latest story of mine. It was not written how all my others have been, sitting at my computer and typing away. Rather, this one was written on my phone during bus rides to work over a span of many months. I looked it over and believe there are no plot holes or egregious repeats of words, but if there are, that's the reason for it. After finishing it on my phone, I went onto my computer and typed it all out, which took nearly a week's worth of free time to finish. So I hope everyone enjoys it, because I put in a lot of work to make it happen. Also, if anyone has future story ideas they'd like to see, as long as they involve a bladder of steel or two, be sure to message them to me. I love hearing new ideas. And without further ado, here's Indra vs Kira. Day 1 Growing up as a girl in India, my parents tended to be strict with me on certain issues. My bedtime, meal portions, and most central to this particular story, my bathroom habits. You see, in the area we lived in, sanitary bathrooms were not exactly easy to come by. This problem was doubled by the fact that I was a girl, because while men had no hesitation in whipping it out and taking a leak on a side road, it was considered extremely indecent for me to pop a squat in any but the most enclosed of spaces. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side in this matter, because growing up I had always had a bladder that was, shall we say, below average. That’s probably putting it kindly, as my parents would complain to no end about my lack of control. But whether they tried forbidding bathroom breaks, mandating regular sphincter training, or even messing with liquid intake, it didn’t make a difference. I was just as liable to pee myself no matter what, a fact that brought my parents great shame. I couldn’t deal with the constant embarrassment, and when an opportunity arose for me to escape the situation, I took it. A special exchange program had been set up with some high schools in my district of India and some in the southern United States of America. I graded highly enough in my studies to qualify for the opportunity, and I jumped at the chance. My parents didn’t really question my decision, and I think they realized it would be best for everyone involved. Two weeks later I was a freshman at Houston Area High School in beautiful Texas. All exchange students were set up in college style apartments, and though we were admittedly young to basically be living on our own, we all quickly got the hang of it. An interesting thing happened when I was finally free from the burden of my parents; constant pressure – my bladder control began to improve. At first I thought I was just imagining things, but as my pees became more and more volumous, I had to admit that my bladder actually seemed to be getting bigger. Before long I wasn’t peeing at all during the school day, and after such a long time of hating my weak bladder, I quickly began gaining pride in my new and improved holding tank. Even my classmates began to take notice of how long I was waiting before relieving myself. By my senior year I was a bona fide All Day Girl. My bladder of steel always seemed to have extra room, no matter how much I drank or how long I went without a bathroom break. As my senior year drew to a close, my parents made arrangements to come and visit for the graduation, followed by a trip around the US, as they had never been there before and intended to take it all in. As we chatted on the phone a week prior to the visit, making final preparations, I casually mentioned that I was much better at waiting for bathroom breaks now. Instead of the flood of well wishes I expected to receive for this comment, my mother gave a short laugh, one quickly echoed by my father, and sarcastically told me that that was good. She then changed the subject entirely. It was clear to me that she didn’t believe me in the slightest. When the conversation ended I found myself nearly heartbroken by this… But then my demeanor changed. If they weren’t going to believe me, then the only way to prove it to them would be to show them in person. My graduation took place on a cool Saturday evening at a converted church, of all places. My parents were both in attendance, along with my older sister Kira. Oh Kira, as happy as I was to see my older sister, just now finishing her studies in engineering at a respected Indian university, I couldn’t help but be reminded of how she was the favorite sibling of Mom and Dad. Not only was she admittedly more studious than I and regarded as a much better and more proper Indian woman, but Kira also kept my parents’ favor by way of her iron bladder control. While I was complaining of holding it after mere hours, Kira would be showing no greater sign of needing a toilet than pressing her thighs together, often waiting the better part of a day before seeking relief. I was sure she had kept up with her bladder training while at university, but secretly I hoped my capacity had overtaken hers. I was backstage, waiting for the graduation ceremony to begin, when I peered to the seating area and saw my family choosing a good vantage point from which to spot me. I watched as Kira held the seats while my parents visited the lavatories. While they still prided their daughters on their ability to last without a restroom, age had finally caught up to them in this regard. Kira seemed to be keeping her legs close together, but otherwise looked as calm and frankly as beautiful and perfect as she had years ago when I had seen her last. I had no shame admitting that she was the taller, prettier sister, but hopefully I could now make the case for being the better-bladdered sister. In accordance with my plan to achieve this end, I took another long swig from the water bottle I was carrying with me. Two others sat empty in a waste bin, consumed in the hour since I’d arrived at the church. I’d relieved myself at noon and that was it. Now it was closing in on 7 pm, so I was definitely feeling something building up inside me, but thanks to my newfound status as an All Day Girl, there was no urgency. Finally, at 7, the ceremony began. Truthfully it was overly long and induced severe boredom, both among the graduates and the audience, but it was still a rush to hear the name “Indra Patil” boom over the pa system as I made my way across the stage. I beamed as my family shouted and cheered for me, and that high was enough to sustain me until we were all made free to go at 9 pm. “Indra, darling! That was wonderful!” My mother yelled with delight as she hugged me tight in the lobby. My father was next, more compoased but as happy as I’d ever seen him nonetheless. Big sis gave me a good hug as well, and I was on cloud 9 when my mother suddenly asked, “Do you need to use the bathroom before we leave for the hotel?” I furrowed my brow and replied incredulously, “Isn’t it only a 15 minute ride from here?” “Well yes,” my mom replied, “But I just wanted to make sure you’d be alright. That was a long ceremony, after all, and I know you’re not like Kira. You haven’t gone since the airport back in Mumbai, have you?” Kira shook her head, demurely so as not to embarrass me further, but clearly still proud of her bladder’s lasting ability. I still noticed my sister’s closely held legs and took note that the long hold was taking its toll. While my own bladder was also nagging me due to the three waters I’d chugged down, I made a point to stand with my legs apart as I responded, “It’s ok. I’m not a little girl anymore. I can hold it if I need to. I was actually hoping we could go out to dinner before we hit the hotel.” My father merely shrugged as if to say “your funeral” while my mother regarded me with a look that mixed slight shock with begrudging respect. She then turned to my sister, no doubt aware that Kira had probably been expecting to get free from her long held waters within the hour. “Is that ok with you?” My mother asked her. No mention was made of Kira’s bladder state, but the implication was clear. My mother knew my iron bladdered sister had been holding on for most of the day, and she didn’t want to push the golden goose too far. Tension hung in the air, however, because it was not often that Kira even needed to be consulted about such a matter. But my sister, my perfect, irrepressible sister, just smiled and nodded, “Of course, dinner would be lovely!” Only my well-trained eye saw that her smile was fake. And so we went to a nearby steakhouse for some much needed sustenance. My family was unaccustomed to the Texas cuisine but quickly grew to enjoy it, despite “its lack of anything resembling spice” as my father put it. by the time we’d reached the restaurant those water bottles were definitely wanting to come out of me, but I just handled the increasing pressure and sipped at my medium Coke. I was used to enduring classes with more of an urge than this, so I knew I’d be ok. Kira was also drinking sporadically from her glass of water, but I caught a glimpse of her legs under the table, and they were crossed at the ankles. She was keeping her composure quite well, however, and I wondered briefly if I’d underestimated her bladder capacity. As dinner progressed and Kira’s need didn’t seem to increase, my skepticism in my own bladder returned. Here I was, a confident girl with a bladder that had grown enough to take on all comers in the last couple of years, but as soon as I found myself in the same situation I’d faced so many times as a kid, it was like I reverted back to the state of mind I had all those years ago. Suddenly my brain was telling me that my bladder wasn’t big enough or strong enough to last, especially compared to my ever so perfect big sis. Dinner was finished by 10 and with nothing left to distract me, my bladder felt like a lead weight in my abdomen. At this point I couldn’t tell how much of my urgency was psychological and how much was the 2 plus liters of liquid I’d consumed wanting to escape. As we readied to rise from the table, I was presented with a defining choice. I could admit my need to my parents, follow them dutifully but shamefully to the restrooms and pee to my heart’s content while Kira and her superbladder waited outside. This was the safe option. I’d already lasted longer than any of my family expected, after all. The point had been made to an adequate degree, and maybe, just maybe, I’d held long enough to earn my parents’ respect. Or…I could follow through with my original plan. I could wait longer, and trust that my bladder had enough space and strength in it to last until we reached the hotel. I could prove that my bladder was now a match for Kira. I was on shaky legs as I got up from the table, more from the gravity of the choice in front of me than from my desperation. I glanced over at Kira as she stood. When she thought no one was looking, my sister pressed her legs together hard. It only lasted a second before she went back to standing normally, but I had seen it, and that bit of desperation inspired me. Kira’s bladder was strong, but it wasn’t superhuman. She needed relief at some point too. Perhaps I could last as long. Gritting my teeth to keep from opening my mouth and backing out of my risky decision to continue holding, I followed my family towards the bathrooms. My father entered the men’s room with a grunt, and my mom walked towards the ladies’. When she got to the door she realized that I was not behind her, and turned to ask me, “Aren’t you using the bathroom now dear? You haven’t gone since just before the ceremony.” I nearly just shook my head as a response, but when my mother added that second sentence so naturally, as if it was obvious that I’d peed my tiny bladder empty right before walking on stage because that was surely the only way I’d lasted this long, I couldn’t help but issue a confident retort. “Don’t worry mother. I can wait until I am at a more proper place.” My mother again gave me that look I’d seen so rarely out of her, a mixture of respect and bewilderment, before entering the bathroom to relieve herself. My sister and I stood and made chitchat, both clearly very much in need of the toilets that were now mere feet away, but both continuing to resist them out of pride and good manners. If Kira was impressed with my holding ability thus far she certainly wasn’t showing it. I consoled my ego by telling it that she was clearly just much too desperate to pay me the proper attention. But soon enough our parents returned. Thankful to be spared of more awkwardness, I began to walk out of the restaurant. “Indra, are you sure you don’t also need to go?” My mom asked from behind me. This time I just smiled and shook my head. We arrived at the hotel at 11 at night. 11 hours since I’d seen the inside of a restroom, and probably a few more than that for poor Kira. Despite my sister’s reputation, she was obviously eager to get to our room and free herself from her load of pee. Our room was on the 3rd floor, and when we reached it Kira was the first to enter. She put down her purse on one of the beds while the rest of us entered and quickly made her way into the bathroom situated near the front door. To say she ran in or desperately entered is to do a disservice to Kira’s composure. Her huge bladder is known in my family for a reason, after all. But at the same time, the large amount of urine she was containing clearly needed exit soon, one way or another. My own bladder was beginning to brim with fullness, and I feared that my composure probably didn’t far exceed my sister’s at this moment. I clenched my sphincter hard in anticipation of having to hear Kira’s stream pounding the toilet bowl, and my intuition was correct. There were a few seconds of rustling sounds, followed by a loud hiss as Kira’s piss finally escaped her. My own bladder began to spasm at the sound. It was all I could do to bunch my hands up in my graduation robe and not hold myself openly. I knew that if I did I’d lose all the respect I’d built up with my parents over the course of the night. After perhaps two minutes Kira’s stream dwindled and stopped. It was a piss to remember, and normally I’d be marveling at my sister’s unbelievable bladder capacity. But after my time in America, I was no longer as impressed. In fact, I thought I could take her. Another minute and Kira exited the bathroom, looking truly comfortable for the first time in hours. My father was busy unpacking, but my mother leaned over and told Kira, “It was good of you to wait.” That was about as close as my parents would ever get to addressing someone else’s bladder need, even in private. Kira nodded to her, equal parts confident and delighted to have made her mother happy. Then my sister turned to me, and I saw her smile waver just a bit as she looked me in the eye. In the good old days such a urinary feat would have been met with reverence, respect, and perhaps a tinge of jealousy from me. But as I looked back at her, I knew she saw none of those elements in my visage now. It was time to put the final stage of my plan into action. Casually I walked to the bathroom. My bladder began spasming again with its relief now so near at hand, but I forced myself to continue walking normally. I entered, took off my grad robe, pulled down the skirt I had underneath, then my sliiightly skimpy panties, and released. The whole day of tanking up on drinks had led to this moment, and I hoped it would be worth it. My urine began to hit the water below it, first as a pitter patter, but steadily increasing in volume and strength. 15 seconds into my pee and it sounded nearly like a jet was taking off in the bathroom. Being in such an enclosed space, it was tough to gage how loud my pee was compared to my sister’s, but either way I knew without a doubt that everyone in the bedroom could hear what I was pouring into the toilet. I tried to stop it, but as the waterfall continued to emanate from my vagina, a moan of pleasure escaped my lips. I loved being able to contain so much pee for so long, but when it finally had to come out, the relief was sure worth it. Another minute passed and I felt myself starting to grow empty. Wanting to make this as good a show as possible to my sure to be listening family, I squeezed off my flow until it was a mere trickle. I let that thin stream go on for a good 20 seconds, no problem for my sphincter muscles, even after such a taxing hold, just to let them all think I was about ready to finish up. Then I bore down with everything I had, instantly flushing the rest of my piss out of my stretched bladder and into the bowl. The hiss this produced was extraordinary, as what had to be a half liter of pee was expelled from me in a matter of seconds. Empty at last, I breathed deeply, trying to compose myself. Inside, my mind was a whirlwind, wondering how my family would react to such a display, especially from the supposed runt of the litter, bladder-wise. I quickly pulled my garments back up, heart beating like crazy, washed my hands, and reentered the bedroom. My parents were making a show of busying themselves with unpacking, but I could tell it was a put on. The tension in the room was palpably thick. My newfound bladder capacity was the elephant in the room. As I prepped for bed I saw Kira staring at me. Her face showed concentration, but also something else. Then she nodded slightly and went to change. I pondered that look for an hour as I tried to fall asleep on the hard hotel bed, and finally I figured it out, just before I drifted off to sleep. While I’d intended for my huge piss to be the end of my plan, in reality I’d just thrown the gauntlet down. Kira’s nod was her way of saying, “Ok Indra, my little sister, you want to act like you have the iron bladder in this family. You’ll have to prove it. Consider the challenge accepted.” “Challenge accepted indeed,” I breathed as sleep took its hold on me. Day 2 I awoke the next morning to the sounds of my parents bustling around getting ready for the day. Yawning, I slipped out of bed to begin the arduous process of waking up. Kira had already changed into her clothes for the day and I quickly did the same. Obviously my parents did not have any clothes of mine that still fit, so Kira had generously lent me half of her wardrobe for the vacation. She was skinnier than I, so the jeans shorts I’d chosen were a very tight fit, but it wasn’t like I had much of a choice anyway. By 9 am we were nearly ready to leave, so my parents availed themselves to the facilities one last time. I wondered if my sister and her iron bladder would decide to wait, but she went in right after them to take a hefty morning pee. It was down to me. As Kira’s pee droned on, I contemplated whether I should partake of a morning pee as well. I didn’t really need it, though my bladder certainly had something decent already inside with how much I had drank the previous day. In the end, I decided that if Kira could have a pee then so could I. Better to have it now than to need to stop mere hours into our day. As she came out of the bathroom I slipped in. A quick stare passed between us before I shut the door. My muscles loosened right away when I sat on the toilet, and the feeling of my bladder deflating as my morning pee left it was perhaps even better than it was last night. Clearly my bladder, trained though it was, was happy for the extra relief. We left our hotel and headed out for a day of sightseeing in Houston. As the person who had lived there for the last four years, my parents occasionally asked me for directions or recommendations about where to go next, but for the most part Kira and I were relegated to the role of followers. My parents had been planning this trip meticulously for quite some time, so they had done plenty of research on the places they wanted to visit. With the Texas sun beating down on us, we were all equipped with large water bottles of 1.5 liters each, and they were emptying at an alarming rate. Kira and I wanted to stop to get some real lunch after hours of walking, but my parents allowed us nothing more than a quick stop to refill our water and for them to pee out what they had drank. I was feeling no urge, so waiting was an easy choice. Kira paid the bathroom no mind, window shopping until our parents returned. After more walking, more pictures, and more sights successfully seen, we finally stopped for an extremely late lunch at 3 pm. Kira and I shared a look of exasperated glee at getting the chance to fill our stomachs and rest our feet. I was happy for that look, because it was the first time since last night when both Kira and I were on the same page, as opposed to being bladder rivals. She may have wanted to make my bladder pop to prove a point, and that went both ways, but we were still sisters. We ordered our food, mine coming with a tall lemonade and Kira’s with a large soda, and ate and drank our fill. Both Kira and I made sure to drain our glasses and the refills we were given. It was 4 by the time we finished, which meant neither Kira nor I had visited a bathroom for 7 hours. For an everday girl that would be impressive, but Kira and I possessed bladders that were far from ordinary. Still, I could feel some pee sloshing around in me when I stood up to leave. If Kira felt the same way she showed no sign, standing calmly while our parents peed for the second time on our outing. I caught Kira sizing me up out of the corner of my eye, as if trying to get a gage on my bladder’s condition, so I made sure to stand with my legs farther apart than normal. Upon returning from the restaurant’s washrooms, my mother told us, “You girls have been really good thus far. If either of you get tired, especially you Indra, just let your father and I know and we’ll head back to the hotel.” I read between the lines of my mother’s message to uncover what she was really saying, which was “You two are doing a good job of waiting until we are in a proper place to relieve yourselves. If either of you get desperate, let us know so we can spare you that indecency.” Once again, my mother had recognized that both Kira and I were going all day without a toilet and was giving us an out should we need it. But the fact that she singled me out “especially you Indra”, implying that I would need a bathroom well before Kira, made my blood boil. There was no way I was going to let myself pee if my iron bladdered sister was still holding on. The afternoon passed much as the morning had. Kira and I quickly needed to stop at a water fountain, as our big water bottles were empty for a second time. Kira immediately took a long swig from her bottle, so I followed in kind, after which we filled them right back to the brim. Kira gave me a glance as we rejoined our parents before taking another long drink. Again I followed suit, and that’s when I realized what she was doing. Kira knew I was determined to prove myself and would match her drinking, so she was trying to drink me under the table, so to speak. The confident half of my brain told me that Kira was trying to force an early end to our contest because she was nervous about her continued ability to hold for hours longer; the more reserved half of me was afraid it would work. I forced myself to remain calm. I reminded myself of my bladder’s prowess, thought of all the training that had led to this weekend, and determined once again to hold firm. As the four of us began walking again, I caught Kira’s eye and took a five second chug from my water bottle. Kira’s eyes squinted in annoyance as she drank more as well. With this brand of drinking bravado, Kira and I managed to drain our water bottles dry in only 20 minutes. The effect wasn’t instantaneous, but it was close. By 8 pm it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide my need to pee. My bladder had expanded greatly, going from being tight against those wretched too-small jeans shorts to being nearly suffocated against them. I looked down briefly and realized I could see the roundedness of my bladder bulge begin above the shorts, get right up to the edge of the waistband, and then get pressed inward as the constricting shorts refused to budge. I made an attempt to be discreet and put my hand below the snap of the jeans shorts. Sure enough, my bladder was also protruding out down there, meaning those dreadful shorts were literally pushing my bladder back into itself at the exact apex of its size. My capacity was being restricted at the very time I needed it most. Cautiously, I glanced over at my sister. She was more used to the tighter clothes than I, and in fact was in something similar herself. How was she managing to cope with it while I felt my bladder being squeezed and tormented? Then I saw her trick. Kira had casually unbuttoned the snap of her jeans, letting her gigantic bladder bulge expand as much as it needed to minimize the pressure on it. Though by how large it looked, it must have been a lot of pressure anyway! As I continued to watch my well-practiced sister, I noticed her either turning away slightly or doing something distracting with her hands every time my mother or father would go to speak to her. In this way she was managing to hide her improper attire decision from them. I was clearly watching a master at work. Slowly, while everyone had their back to me, I reached down towards my own button. I almost undid the snap. My bladder was screaming for me to. But I stopped myself. For one thing, while Kira had years of experience doing this, keeping her clothing modifications a secret from our parents, it would be my first time at it, and I didn’t think I could pull it off. If my mother saw me walking around in public with unbuttoned pants even for a second it would undo all the goodwill and respect I had gained in the last 24 hours. I simply couldn’t let that happen. But secondly, that deeper part of my psyche that I had started listening to more and more wanted to keep that snap shut and keep the pressure on. It proved I could hold on despite the circumstances, that my bladder was strong enough to cope with it, and it showed that I was doing something that the proclaimed iron bladder of the family wasn’t daring to do. I felt superior to Kira, and that feeling was far too addictive. I couldn’t undo that button, no matter what my bladder said in protest. And so I suffered silently, putting off my bladder’s needs for pride. My bulbous bladder continued to try and break through that deadly button, but to no avail. It simply grew around it, to the point that the pain was starting to make me a bit queasy. But I had come this far, and even though it hurt I knew my limits were still ahead of me. 9 pm came and finally it was full dark. Reluctantly, my mother made the call to return to the hotel. Inside I was joyous, knowing the torment I was going through would soon be over. But on the outside, I did my best to look calm. I think I succeeded. In past years, my parents would notice my relief at getting to the end of a long journey, and they’d guess correctly that the reason for my emotion was my full and quivering bladder, desperate to be emptied. Inevitably they would shoot me a disapproving glare or make a comment about needing to be stronger. Tonight they paid me no heed. I saw Kira breathe outwardly, probably in relief at not having to contain her load much longer, but I wasn’t sure. I could have been grasping for a sign that she had to go worse than me, because I desperately wanted that to be true. But nothing other than her close steps and the ominous bulge of her abdomen over her tight shorts belied the urgency Kira had to be feeling. I had to admit that my sister was succeeding in living up to her reputation. By the time we reached our hotel at 10 pm, Kira’s steps may have been shorter than when we started to return, but otherwise she was doing a remarkable job of keeping her 13 hour bladder in check. I, on the other hand, was feeling the fullness get to me. I struggled, but I couldn’t help coming off as tense when my father turned to ask me something 10 minutes from the hotel. As he turned back around, Kira gave me a look that said “I know you’re just about done in. I’m winning.” I feared she might very well be right and redoubled my efforts to clamp down on my sphincter. When we got inside, my mother immediately entered the bathroom. My father was waiting at the door for his turn. Kira and I gingerly made our way to our bed to sit and ready ourselves for bed, though she was still managing to come off as pristine as ever, while I seemed to be on the verge of losing what slight control I had. It was only once we began sitting that I reminded myself for the first time in an hour that Kira’s button was undone, while my bladder remained squashed. This information was of little use to me, as I still refused point blank to undo the button, but it gave me the little ray of hope I needed to muster the strength to last until bedtime. That came at 11 pm at the urging of my parents, who reminded both of us that we had a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Indeed we did, a winding, all day bus trip that would land us in Oklahoma City. Kira had no shame in going to use the loo first. I almost, almost cracked and asked to go first, but somehow I resisted. After doing so well, I couldn’t bear to show weakness, even when it was past when my parents would be able to accuse me of being weak. After all, I’d just been 14 hours without a pee, but in my holding delirium, I wanted more. I wanted to stay strong for so much longer, and leave my parents, and especially my steel bladdered sister in awe. For a brief second I considered going to bed unrelieved, but then Kira’s torrent started to hiss from the bathroom, and my bladder spasmed hard enough to make me realize that that was simply not going to be a possibility on this night. And so I clenched my thighs together, willing myself not to start holding my crotch in my presence of my parents, and waited for the interminable splatter to end so that mine could take its place. It was perhaps 3 minutes later when Kira’s massive organ ran dry, and another before she calmly exited the bathroom. While the previous night I had felt confidence mixed with the beginnings of desperation as I went in to follow my sister’s pee, tonight I wanted to let loose so badly I could think of nothing else. I walked in quickly, nearly bumping Kira in the process, which earned a smirk from her, but then I was in the bathroom and the door was shut. Frantically I undid the button of those terrible jeans shorts and threw up the toilet lid. I was milliseconds from bending my knees to sit atop that gorgeous porcelain throne when I stopped. My bladder, which seconds before had been cramping with urge after urge to let go, was suddenly calmer. Not calm, because there was still a heck of a lot of liquids stored up in it, but I no longer felt as though I was on the verge of wetting myself. Even though I could let go in the toilet bowl at any moment I chose, I stood and thought. What changed to make the urge die down so completely when I was SO SURE that I was done in? it wasn’t easy to wrack my brain with liters of hot pee wracking my stretched bladder, but I forced myself to continue waiting. With the inviting toilet bowl staring me in the face, I finally realized what had been so obvious. The shorts! No wonder my bladder was throwing so many spasms against my sphincter as the night wore on. That cursed button had been digging into the very core of my bladder at a time when it needed all the capacity it could muster. Kira had been smart enough to loosen her shorts, but my sick pride prevented me from doing the same to ease my strain. That pride had almost cost me everything…but it hadn’t. I had lasted. As I thought about that more a chill of pleasure ran up my spine. It nearly loosened my sphincter enough to allow a gush on the bathroom floor, but I denied myself even that. I began to ponder my options as I stood there. That little demented part of my mind, the one that seemed to be growing the longer my sisterly contest went, wanted me to walk out of the bathroom unrelieved. I considered it as my bulbous bladder throbbed, but eventually brushed the idea aside. I had to think long term, for there was still plenty of trip left. Another plan soon formed in my mind, and I smiled as I fantasized about its implications. But that was for tomorrow, and tonight, my bladder needed to be emptied of over 14 hours of piss. Dong my best to keep from being eager, I finally lowered onto the toilet seat. One, two, three seconds I waited, still resisting, just to remind my aching bladder of who was in control. Then I relaxed my sphincter and let my body have the pee it had been craving for hours. I was like a tap turned on full, which impressed me greatly. I hoped my family would have similar thoughts, though I knew that at the very least Kira would refrain from showing me. One minute turned to two and my stream continued unabated. My bulge was decreasing but wasn’t flat yet. Instead of being content with my current flow, I bore down with my abdominal muscles, urging my bladder to release even faster. For a moment there was no change, but then my stream seemed to nearly double in width. I could actually feel my piss pushing my peehole wider and wider, which was a crazy rush. After 30 seconds of roaring pee splashing into the toilet, I finally ran dry. Sighing with relief and pleasure, I rubbed my now-flat abdomen and stood up. I pulled the jeans shorts back up, noticing as I snapped the button back into place that they felt looser than they had in hours. Then I washed my hands and went back into our hotel bedroom. Once again I felt the tension in the air upon my return from the bathroom. It was not as bad as the previous day, but it was certainly still present. I had just proved that my pee prowess was no fluke. No one spoke as I flopped down on the bed next to Kira, but it seemed as though everyone wanted to. I busied myself with preparing my belongings for tomorrow, when we would be leaving the hotel to take our bus trip to Oklahoma City. My mom suddenly cleared her throat, “You know, Indra, I must say-“ “Mother, what should I wear tomorrow, do you think?” Kira cut in suddenly, and at once our mother changed her tune to speak on the virtues of the long sleeved shirt. It took me a few moments to realize what had just happened, but it dawned on me that Kira had just stolen my moment. My mom was fully prepared to acknowledge my prodigious bladder capacity in front of the entire family and Kira had instantly stopped her and changed the subject! It wasn’t often the “b” word entered my mind regarding my sister, but in light of her blatant sabotage of my compliment, I felt the word boiling to my lips and had to bite my tongue to keep it back. Any remaining qualms I had about beating Kira’s bladder into submission vanished, and as sleep overtook me that night, all I could think was “This. Means. War.” Day 3 I awoke the following morning with sleepy eyes, an ache in my back, and a very slight protrusion in my abdomen. I wouldn’t call it a bulge, not yet, but it was clear my kidneys had been doing some work during the night. it was probably a bit less than what I’d been holding the previous morning, but was certainly an amount that any sane individual would want to rid themselves of before starting their day. Slowly I pulled myself off the bed and got to work finishing my packing. A quick check of my phone revealed that it was 8 am, so 9 hours had passed since I felt desperate relief the last evening. I carefully selected sweatpants with a stretchy elastic waistband, not wanting to repeat the horrors of the day before, and when I was sure my parents weren’t looking, I deftly slipped off my panties and put them in my bag. The less I had constricting my bladder the better, though this also meant greater risk, because if I let loose a spurt there would be nothing to prevent it from instantly becoming visible on my pants. Kira woke up just as I had finished my wardrobe change, and I noted that she also opted for sweatpants, though she justified it to our parents by talking about wanting to be more comfortable on the bus. By 8:30 we were ready to leave, with both of our parents having just entered the loo to ensure they’d be ok for the start of the ride. On the previous days Kira had shown no shame in peeing first after our holds, but on this day she seemed to be making the distinct point of waiting until I’d gone, standing as far away from the bathroom door as possible as we prepared to leave. I sniggered to myself at this. She would be in for quite a shock. My father had used the toilet first, and when my mother exited after him she kind of gestured with her body language that my sister and I could go in now. Kira continued to stubbornly wait for me, barely even acknowledging that the bathroom was open, and I was about to make her pay for it. “No thanks, Mom, I’m fine thank you. Kira might need it, however. It’ll be a long ride.” I batted my eyes in my sister’s direction as I said the last sentence. I could scarcely believe I’d laid out such a brazen, public challenge to her, especially about such a taboo topic, and I could feel my adrenaline pumping as we stared each other down. Kira paused for a few seconds, wide eyed from my display, but when she replied it was in an even, confident tone, “Oh, of course I’ll be fine. Let’s go!” My father let out a sigh of slight exasperation, perhaps thinking our egos were getting the better of us. But mother beamed with pride, maybe mixed with a bit of fear, but pride nonetheless, at the thought of her two girls being so strong. It looked like she was finally getting used to having two iron bladdered daughters instead of one. And so the four of us paraded out the door, left the hotel, hailed a cab, and reached the bus station by 9, Kira and I both with 10 hours of pee being stoically held by our strong sphincter muscles. After another half hour of wait, during which the four of us casually sipped from our water bottles, the bus arrived, so we piled on. We were in the back half of the bus, with maybe four rows of seats behind us. I sat at the window next to my mother, and on the other side of the aisle Kira sat with our father. The seating was random, but also, perhaps subconsciously, fitting. After all, by taking the window seats, Kira and I were restricting ourselves from having ease of access to the bus lavatory, since we would need to both ask permission and crawl over our parents to reach the loo. It was just subtle psychological warfare between the two of us. Even if this impromptu holding contest wasn’t taking place, both of us would still easily be able to wait for a rest stop. The bus left at 10 am sharp. It was nearly full. Unless people hadn’t filled out the back, only two seats were free from what I could see. And since I had no intention of going back to use the onboard facilities, I obviously had no reason to look to the rear of the bus. The first two hours of the trip passed uneventfully. Kira and I continued to take large gulps from our oversized water bottles while our parents nursed theirs at a much slower pace. By constantly peering over at each other to keep track of the other sister’s progress, we were able to polish off our waters almost simultaneously at 12 pm. Our first rest stop was in half an hour, and I was content to wait until then to refill my water. After all, already there was 1.5 liters of water sloshing through my stomach and making its way to my bladder on top of my morning pee. Such was the same for Kira, but as I snuck a glance at her I saw her make quick eye contact with me. Then she turned to our father and asked for his half full water bottle, claiming to be thirsty. Father gave her a look that seemed to say “Don’t be stupid”, but Kira returned fire with a condescending yet steely glare that meant “Do you realize who you’re talking to?” Father sighed and handed over the bottle. Kira was nice enough not to drain it, but by the time she’d finished sucking water from it, there had to be an 500 ml making its way towards her expanding bladder. Then she handed back the bottle and looked at me mockingly, daring me to do the same. Like I needed the invitation. “Mother, can I please have some of your water? I’m quite thirsty, and as you can see, mine is empty.” I pouted and shook my empty water bottle for effect. My mother’s face began to show fear. Try as she might, it seemed she was still having a hard time adjusting to my new status as “big bladdered daughter number two”. “Are you sure you want it?” she asked me in a low voice. We both knew I wasn’t thirsty and just wanted to prove a point, though I’m sure she didn’t realize the extent of Kira and my holding contest. “Yes,” I replied confidently, “I’m thirsty.” My mother stared at me for a few seconds, waiting for me to crack and take back my request. When I didn’t she sighed, tried to smile to herself a little, and handed over her water bottle. I did my best to drink a comparable amount to Kira, handed it back, and rested my head on the window, waiting for the rest stop. We ended up being late to the rest stop, arriving at 1 pm. I’d noticed my mother sitting rigidly as the clock passed 12:30, but she managed to call upon her reserves of bladder strength and wait. But she was up right away when we stopped, and I knew her bladder was bursting. I, on the other hand, felt comfortable despite 14 hours of pee sitting in my bloating bladder. Kira too gave no sign of needing relief at the stop, and so we both patiently waited our turn and exited the bus. I noticed, as we made our way inside the stop, which was basically a large food court, that Kira and I were the only two women to not immediately head to the restrooms. What I was sure of was that we were the only two that hadn’t gone that morning, as well as the only two with two liters of water coursing through their systems. I decided to take action. “Here, let me fill that back up for you, sis,” I said, grabbing her empty bottle and walking to the water fountain. She made no effort to stop me. Instead, I noticed an odd, thoughtful look on her visage, but dismissed it and began letting the water pour into the bottles, secretly imagining all of it pouring straight into my enormous bladder. I saw my lower stomach growing and growing in my head, and nearly lost myself in the fantasy. When I recovered, both water bottles were brimming with bladder torturing liquid. I took them and turned to find Kira, but my sister was right behind me already. She was holding up two half liter bottles of cranberry juice. “I’m tired of just water. I think we should mix things up,” she said with a mischievous grin, trading me one water bottle for one cranberry juice bottle, giving us both an additional two liters of fluid to suck down and hold on to. It was certainly a lot of liquid, but I didn’t flinch, accepting the bottle and following her back to the bus, having found no relief at the so-called rest stop. We sat back down in our respective seats and Kira instantly began sipping at her refilled water. Refusing to be outdone, I did the same, and by the time the bus was ready to leave, we had both drained another half liter each. Our parents were beside us again, so talk was kept to a minimum, but from the glances my mother was giving to both of us, it was clear she was having trouble reconciling her joy in our bathroom etiquette with her fear of us losing it on the bus. I just smiled wanly. By 2:30 I decided to crack open my cranberry juice. Personally I wasn’t a big fan of the stuff, finding it rather bitter. Before touching it to my lips, I thought back and remembered that Kira wasn’t much of a cranberry juice drinker either. So why now? On a whim I began to read the label, my eyes scrolling down through the listing of ingredients and nutrients. I was about to shrug and take a swig when I saw it. ‘Can act as a mild diuretic.’ Now I was intrigued. Why would Kira pick this drink in particular? Was it chance, or did she know of cranberry juice’s diuretic properties? And if she did, why would she get it, knowing full well that she would also have to endure the extra pee flooding into her well trained bladder? I sat and contemplated this, then came up with the answer. Kira was trying the same strategy she’d used the previous day. She was trying to push the liquids to a great degree, betting that her ability to wait at full capacity would outlast my own. Surely the way yesterday ended had given her hope for this strategy, as it was I who was the more obviously desperate of the two when we finally reached the hotel in the evening. I’m sure she figured if she kicked the fluids up one more notch with the diuretic-laden drink, I would have no choice but to fold. However, she had overlooked one very important point. I hadn’t nearly lost my load yesterday because of the large quantities of water I consumed in the afternoon, but rather due to the unbearable tightness of her tiny jeans shorts pressed right on my full bladder. With both of us clad in comfy sweatpants on the air conditioned bus, this would be a nonissue for me. I was determined to hold out, no matter the stakes. With a grin to myself, I threw back my head and consumed the entire bottle of cranberry juice at once, sighing loudly enough upon completion to alert Kira to what I had just done. Her eyes went wide for a moment when she saw the empty bottle in front of me, but then she began to snicker. She did not, as I had expected, instantly chug her bottle in return, instead merely popping off the cap and taking a single sip. I steeled myself. So that was her game. She was playing dirty now. If she kept up her current pace, her cranberry juice would take over an hour to be finished, while I was now fully laden with the diuretic laced juice. My bladder would end up being pumped with a larger quantity of pee than hers. I was slowly realizing that perhaps she wanted more than just to win a fair contest with me. Perhaps she wanted me to embarrass myself in front of my family, to piss myself in shame on the bus ride for even having the gall to challenge her in this endeavor. Well, if that was her game, I was more than willing to play it. Ii knew my abilities, and I reckoned I could still handle myself and my sure to be bulging bladder. It was 4 pm by the time Kira finished the last of her cranberry juice. With 17 hours separating her from her last trip to the toilet, she looked the picture of casual calm. Hands pressed into her lap, true, but I didn’t doubt that my iron bladdered sister still had plenty of room and will to hold on. On the outside I also appeared ok. Maybe I was a bit tenser than she, but only slightly. Well, there was one outward sign of my need to pee, if we’re being honest. My bladder had started ballooning around 3:30 and only recently stopped growing at such a quick rate. I was thankful that the cranberry juice wasn’t as bad as a full blown diuretic pill, otherwise I’d probably be nearing my limit. But as I gently palmed the lump that was even slightly visible under my sweatshirt, I knew the juice had still affected me. We had another rest stop at 4:30, this one lasting until 6 so that we could all eat a real dinner. Considering all my family had had by this point in the day was some random snacks on the bus, we were quite happy for the stop. Though part of me was disappointed that my increasing hunger would no longer be there in the pit of my stomach to distract me from the throb of my bladder. I stood carefully to follow my mother off the bus. I peeked to my right and saw Kira stand, wince, and put her legs closer together before gingerly exiting after me. The diuretic had finally started to hit her as well. She probably hadn’t realized how full she’d gotten until she stood up, whereas I was used to the increased pressure thanks to finishing my cranberry juice well before her. Of course, I knew my sister’s bladder was still plenty strong and figured she’d be able to rebound from this setback soon enough. I, on the other hand, would in all likelihood be faced with having to control a weakening sphincter muscle before she would, since I was facing the pressure for a longer period of time. That thought sent a chill up my spine, but my heart began to beat faster as I noted that it was a chill of pleasure, not fear. This rest stop, near the Texas-Oklahoma border, featured a sit down restaurant proclaiming itself to be “The last true Italian food before Oklahoma”. I tried to stifle a laugh at how absurd that sounded and entered the restaurant. Thankfully we were allowed to seat ourselves, meaning our parents could immediately scurry off to relieve themselves once more. That left Kira and I at the table. I could tell she was smoldering at my insistence to continue holding as long as she did. I had just turned my glance away from her when she piped up, “You’ll never manage to outhold me, you know.” My jaw dropped at my sister’s blatant acknowledgement of our contest. Even though it was clearly happening, it still took getting used to to be talking about it. Not waiting any longer for my reply, Kira continued, “You couldn’t beat me growing up and you certainly can’t now. I don’t know who you’re trying to impress. Mom KNOWS that I’m the bladder queen of this family, and that’s not changing no matter how much you try. I know you can’t hold as much as me, and I know you can’t hold as long as I can. Indra, you should just give up now and spare yourself the embarrassment of having to use the bus toilet.” It took me a moment to recover from her outburst, but I shot back, “Oh yeah? Well ever since I moved to Texas my bladder has been getting bigger and bigger. Throw all the tricks at me you want, I can hold it.” “Please,” Kira responded with a smirk, “You nearly lost it last night. Another hour of walking and you would have peed yourself. I would have been fine. In fact, I’m still fine, while you’re probably sitting over there with a bursting fanny.” The venom in her words jolted me. It made me realize just how much Kira valued having the biggest, strongest, longest lasting bladder in the family. But this knowledge didn’t make me take pity on her for even attempting to unseat her. It just made me want to push her, and me, further. I was busy thinking these thoughts and Kira became impatient. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself??” I gave her a blank stare as I asked her, “How far are you willing to go?” Before she could answer, I flagged down a passing waiter. “Two iced teas please.” The dinner was fantastic. I promised never to doubt the true Italian tastes of North Texas ever again as the final bite of pasta entered my mouth. Kira and I had both finished our iced teas within minutes of our parents returning from the restrooms, so of course that meant we needed refills. I figured that would be all the drinking we’d need for now, but Kira was intent on following through with her plan to drink me under the table. As our waiter collected our dirty plates, Kira motioned to him. “Sir? I’m ever so sorry to bother you, but would you mind topping off my water bottle?” Not waiting for a reply, Kira took out her water, still one liter full, and chugged down half of it. I could hear my mother audibly gulping as the waiter then filled it with a liter of water to make it full once more. All eyes turned to me, everyone knowing what was coming. Kira was mouthing “Give up Indra” over and over, but she wouldn’t be winning this contest this easily. I took out my own 1.5 liter bottle, pressed it to my lips and didn’t lower it until the water level was at the same spot it was in Kira’s bottle. “Mine as well please.” I gave the waiter my sweetest smile to make up for the fact that he had to go and get another pitcher before he could fulfill my request. After all, it isn’t often girls ask for an extra two liters of water after a meal with multiple iced teas each. Our parents rose from the table. It was nearly 6, so we needed to get back on the bus. My mother was sweating, caught between wanting to say something about the condition of her daughters’ bladders and being restricted by her culture and upbringing. Finally she squeaked out, “Are you girls ready to leave?” Kira and I briefly stared each other down. She was doing a pristine job of maintaining her composure and hiding her need, built up by 4.5 liters of drinks and nearly 19 hours since her last pee. Her hands were in her lap and her legs were crossed and jiggling slightly, but her face remained calm as she replied, “Oh mother, I’m as comfortable as ever. Let’s get back on that bus.” My mother turned her gaze to me. “Indra?” Despite the telltale ache my bladder was now experiencing, and I lieu of the fact that it was packed solid with piss, round and hard in my abdomen, I took no more than a second before answering, “Why, I’ve never felt better. To the bus!” I caught Kira’s face nearly snarling in my direction as we made our way back to finish our trip. The bus pulled back onto the road. We were right on schedule and were due to arrive in Oklahoma City at 9 pm sharp. By 7 pm I was regretting the fact that we didn’t take a higher quality bus, as my bladder was expanding to even greater proportions and I desperately wanted to be able to lie back and give it room, rather than having to stay crunched up in the tiny seat. And I could tell that Kira, for all her bluster and outward confidence, was also feeling the strain. She was sitting straight up, sometimes moving her legs up and down, sometimes banging her hand on her thighs to keep herself distracted, but never looking fully calm. Both of us, however, remained in control, leak free and in firm command of our sphincters. The bus drove on. As 7 pm turned to 8, my bladder swelled to the size of a small cantaloupe. Kira was shifting her legs uncomfortably in her seat, the pee pressure clearly getting to her. But my father made no move to let her up to get to the toilet, and in any case Kira wouldn’t have bothered. She was holding with determination, as she better have been after her harsh words at dinner. But I didn’t feel much better. I was reaching what I felt to be my maximum capacity, my bladder hurting more with every additional millimeter of bulging. Still, the two of us continued to assault our poor, aching sphincters by drinking from our water bottles. There was no more chugging, we were both too full for that, but every five minutes or so we would alternate moderate sips. There was no stopping our insane holding game. Our bladders would just have to enlarge further, hurt more, and stretch to contain what we demanded of them. It seemed defeat was not an option for either of us. My legs had begun to softly scissor inward and out. The desire to release was becoming too strong to ignore without movement, and even then it was eating away at my will. I saw Kira begin to bob her knees up and down and redoubled my holding efforts, knowing we were both feeling the same strain, determined not to crack first. Somehow, both of us played Russian roulette with our bladders and came away unscathed, as the bus rolled into its station in Oklahoma City at 8:45 and neither Kira nor I had suffered even the most remote of leakage. It was clear to anyone who looked upon us that we were two young adult girls in dire need of a bathroom break, wee bursting to escape, but still we suppressed our bodily urges. On shaky legs I rose to exit the bus, and Kira followed after cupping her expansive bladder with her hands. Once we were out it was merely a 10 minute walk to our hotel and the freedom our pent up pee was so desperately desiring. “Are you two ok?” our mother asked us as we began the short walk. I whispered out “Of course mother,” while Kira could only nod and grimace. A particularly hard bladder spasm was wracking her beautiful slim figure, and it was taking what appeared to be a great deal of concentration and muscle control to fight it off. The walk was slow going but Kira and I pushed ourselves to our limits in an effort to appear unaffected by the quantities of piss pushing us to release our bladders all over the sidewalk. Our hands curled into fists, we both forced our backs straight, wincing mightily as the urge to let loose our torrents doubled in intensity. We both sported large pudges growing over the waistbands of our sweatpants. Had we been wearing Kira’s tiny shorts from the previous day, we might have been done in, even with our massive resolve and bladders. But thankfully our bladders were able to stretch as much as necessary to contain our immense floods, if only just. Finally the hotel was in sight. Kira gasped as she held it in in the face of yet another bladder spasm. I was taking ever smaller steps as we entered the hotel lobby, shaking legs pressed together as discreetly as possible. We all approached the counter and my mother began the process of checking in for the night. I looked to my right and saw Kira fighting with everything she had to remain still in front of the hotel employee at the desk, and with a groan I followed her example. But the check in began to drag on, and after two minutes I heard Kira take a sharp intake of breath and begin to fidget, clearly willing herself not to grasp her crotch for everything she was worth. For a moment I felt superior. Then I noticed that I had been unconsciously wiggling my legs for the past minute. Both of us were gagging for a toilet, two desperate young women holding back 22 hours of pee in our overstretched piss containers. It had to come out soon, one way or another. We were both pee dancing on the spot. For the first time I noticed Kira give me a worried look. The iron bladder of the family herself was close to breaking. Then the clerk handed my mother two hotel room keys and we were off, all thoughts of wetting on the floor of the lobby forgotten for the both of us as we walked quickly to the elevator. The movement gave me back some semblance of control, however slight, and I felt that Kira got the same effect from it. In any case her constant hitching of breath as she fought through spasm after spasm had stopped. The elevator took us to the top floor, and we walked desperately down the entire hall before reaching our room door at the very end of it. Mother inserted her key card while I kept myself from spurting at the thought of being so near a bathroom at last. But as she turned the handle, a new thought struck me with horror. Who would go first? Surely it would have to be Kira, as in my intensely prideful state I felt I would rather wet than pee before her. But that meant I would have to hold on for at least 5 long, painful bladder busting minutes before getting the opportunity to gain my relief. I didn’t know if I could make it that long, not with the toilet so close, not while listening to Kira piss out Niagara Falls. With bated breath I entered. The room was huge. For a split second all thoughts of pee pain left my head as I marveled at the size of our hotel room. “Sorry it took so long,” my mother was saying beside me, though it was difficult to concentrate on her voice, “I had us upgraded to the suite.” Momentarily I wondered why my frugal, penny pinching mother would voluntarily pay more money for an albeit bigger room, but then all that went to the wayside as I saw another perk of the room size – it had two bathrooms. Instantly Kira hobbled into the bathroom nearest the hotel door, while I raced to the one on the far side of the room. I heard her door shut with a thud and mine followed seconds later. My sweatpants were somehow tight to my body, such was the distension of my bulging bladder. I yanked them down frantically, crossed my legs for one second to regain full control and admire the cannonball in my abdomen, and then rushed to the toilet. My gusher began as soon as I was seated. 22 hours of piss streamed out of me with crazy force. That damn cranberry juice had nearly done me in, heck it had nearly done in Kira, the mastermind herself, yet we both survived. I could hear Kira’s massive gush faintly through the door, but by bearing down even harder on my own stream I managed to drown it out. I had always been good at peeing with force once I’d become a competent holder, but my current flood outstripped even the ones I had made in the past few days. I was well and truly bursting. I wiped matted hair out of my face as my pee continued into its second minute unabated. My mind fought through wave after wave of pee pleasure to think about Kira and the ridiculous levels this challenge had now reached. 22 hours without a single pee break was crazy, even for a well-trained Indian girl such as her. Or such as me. I wasn’t sure if we could push the limits any further to really find a winner in this contest of bladder capacity. Even with a milk diuretic we both lasted a full day. With despair I noted that this trip would be over soon. We had another bus ride to Albaquerque tomorrow, and the next morning we’d be heading to the Albaquerque airport, where my mother, father, and Kira would fly back to India and I would fly back to Houston. I didn’t think there was enough time left to resolve things, one way or another. Even as my pee began to slow down in its fourth minute, I sat and pondered the fact that Kira and I were seemingly too good at holding it to decide upon a winner. My trickle finally ground to a halt seconds before the fifth minute began, and when it did I suddenly got one last, risky plan. It was ridiculous, so much in fact that I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it, let alone Kira. But dammit, at the risk of total embarrassment, of biting off way more than I could chew, and of pushing my bladder into very uncharted waters, I promised myself I would see it through to the end, for better or worse. And besides, my plan was crazy enough that it just might work, and that was enough for me. With a jolt I heard my father banging on the bathroom door, and I surmised that I’d been inside for an additional five minutes, going through my desperate plan over and over. Haphazardly, I apologized, rinsed my hands, and exited. My father gruffly entered, and I found myself alone in what appeared to be a combination bedroom and living room with one gigantic bed. I saw the other bathroom door was still shut, and I guessed that my mom was inside it, but then where was Kira? I turned all the way around and noted a door I hadn’t seen before in my rush for a toilet, hidden away just to the right of the bathroom that I had used. I turned the handle, opened it, went inside, and came face to face with two more beds, these ones smaller but still impressive. Kira was busy making hers, her back to me. Sensing my presence, she said to me, without looking over her shoulder, “You know this is hopeless, right? Try it again tomorrow for all I care. I’m used to this. I’ll last longer on my shortest hold than you ever could on your longest. Face it sis, I’ve got the iron bladder, and you…well you just don’t, ok? It doesn’t make you less of a woman, well, TOO much less of a woman, it just makes you like everyone else.” My eyes blazed like fire for a moment at her words, but then I lay into the bed opposite Kira’s and became unspeakably tired. All the holding of the past day had worn me out. All I mustered in reply was, “You’ll have to try harder than this,” before my heavy eye lids shut themselves. And as I began drifting off to sleep, I made one final revelation. Our mother said she had purposely upgraded us to the suite. Now I knew why. She knew how close Kira and I’s bladders were to their breaking points when we reached the hotel, and she didn’t want one of us to have to disgrace ourselves waiting for the toilet in the room. So she’d gotten us the largest room, the only one in the hotel with multiple bathrooms, to save us from ourselves. The last words on my lips before the sandman took his nightly hold of me were “I don’t want to be saved.” Day 4 I awoke to the sound of Kira getting dressed. In preparation for the bus ride to come, she had once again opted for sweatpants and a large t-shirt. Instinctively my hands reached for my bladder, and I was pleased to discover a small hardness, but nothing more. I was relieved that the cranberry juice from the day before hadn’t continued to work on my kidneys through the night. I’d need every bit of bladder capacity I could muster for what lay ahead. I clenched my sphincter a few times, testing it, and was delighted by the results. I was able to clamp down as hard as ever, my bladder showing basically no ill effects from the previous day’s bursting hold. This was good. This gave me a chance. Kira noticed that I was awake, and instantly her trash talk from the last night continued. “Aww, finally awake there Indra? Did that long hold tire you out? I still haven’t taken a pee this morning, and isn’t that your big bad plan? Get Kira to skip her morning pee, because obviously that worked out so well for you yesterday.” All I had time for was, “Don’t’ go before we leave,” before she cut me off and continued, “Of course I won’t go before we leave. If you wanna lose the hard way, so be it. But do you actually think skipping my morning pee is anything new or difficult for me? Back when I was a senior in high school, I didn’t take a morning pee for 8 months, from day one until graduation. I got my diploma with a darn fuller bladder than you had at yours. I’ve done this more than you know, and when I go back to India I guarantee you, Indra, that I’ll still be the owner of the biggest, strongest, and best bladder in this family.” I began getting dressed as she finished her rant. My normally composed sister was anything but. I knew I was in for a serious fight now that I was encroaching on her territory, staking my name to her big bladdered crown, but I had never been more prepared, both mentally and physically, for anything in my entire life. That much I knew. “We’ll find out if you’re right,” was all I said as I readied myself to leave the room. Kira could only huff and follow. The clock on the far wall of the main room read 7:30. I was surprised it was so early, but then again I had crashed to sleep as soon as we had gotten in and my pressing pee had gotten out, so I was certainly well rested. Our parents were already getting their things in order, and by 7:45 we were ready to leave the hotel. Our bus didn’t depart until noon, so we had some time to relax and see the sights of Oklahoma City. Both of them popped into the separate bathroom stalls for one final pee, and when they exited my mother wore that look of agitation mixed with pride that I was getting to know so well. She gave a half gesture to Kira and I in the direction of the open bathroom doors, and without even a glance at each other we both shook our heads. The battle was well and truly on. Mother almost gave a grimace, sighed to herself after a brief pause, then spoke, “Forgive me, girls. I should remember how grown up you both are.” She emphasized the word ‘both’, which brought a wry smile to my lips. ‘If you only knew how grown up we were going to prove ourselves to be before this trip ends,’ I thought to myself. Then we were out the door, checked out of the hotel, and on our way to the center of the city, and already nearly 11 hours separated Kira and I from our last lavatory visits. We found out one thing in the four hours we had to kill – Oklahoma City is a boring place. Maybe it was just that my focus was on other, more exciting things, but the time seemed to drag. Kira and I each emptied our water bottles and refilled them, along with consuming a cup of coffee and a glass of juice each at breakfast. The additional liquids bothered us not. By this point in the journey, we both knew the other possessed some serious holding power. Finally the time came to board the bus. We had reached the station a bit early to give our parents a chance to pee one last time before the ride. Kira and I simply waited outside the restrooms for them. The station was packed and the flow of women in and out of the ladies’ room was constant. As the two of us stood outside it, regarding ourselves as above needing the relief it offered, we overheard one skinny blonde, probably in her mid 30s, say to a man I presumed was her husband, “Look at those girls. Over there. Girls these days think they all have bladders of steel. I guarantee you they’ll regret just standing there in two hours time.” The man just nodded. Kira gave her sassy smirk, while I chuckled to myself. We might end up regretting it, but it would definitely take longer than two hours. This became funnier to me when I considered that it had already been nearly 15 hours since we’d last gotten relief. Despite the crush of people, the four of us found ourselves among the first ones on our bus. Kira gave me a look, then announced to my parents, “Indra and I are gonna take the seats in the back.” They nodded dumbly, as did I, surprised my sister wanted to sit with me but not really feeling unhappy about it. When we reached the seats I quickly realized the psychological ploy Kira was going for. These seats were positioned right next to the bus’s onboard lavatory, meaning that not only would we both constantly be afforded a reminder of our plight as well as an easy way to end our bladder pain, but we’d have to listen to the continuous trickle of passengers emptying their bladders while ours stayed full. Without missing a beat, Kira took the window seat, mentioning with an airy casualness, “I’ll sit here, so you don’t have to climb over me to pee. I, of course, will not be needing to do that on this bus. I can hold it. In fact, I can hold it even though it’s been over half a day since I wasn’t holding it. Grown women can do that, you know.” “I know how long it’s been, sister. And it’ll be much longer before I’ll have to do such an unwomanly thing as relieve myself, so I hope you’re in it for the long haul.” I sat down next to her after finishing my retort, legs intentionally open to show the ease of my current sublime bladder control. Inwardly I was proud of my response. I’d always wanted to be able to say things like that, just as Kira did, to offhandedly brag about my holding capacity, but until recently my bladder had never been big enough to actually allow me to do so. While I clearly needed practice, I thought I was getting better. The bus left at 12:10, maneuvering through the city streets and quickly joining up with the highway. The late start was attributed to the fact that this bus was jam packed with people, and many of them had decided to be stragglers. They clearly hadn’t expected such a crowded bus station to walk through, or perhaps they didn’t think the lines for the restrooms would be quiiite as long as they were. I smiled to myself at the knowledge that that was never a problem for me anymore. Within the first half hour of the ride a woman of perhaps 45 cursed, “Oh, blast it!” and rose from her seat. She hobbled down the aisle, keeping one hand on her thigh, mere inches from her crotch. With some manner of franticness she opened the bus bathroom stall and entered. Kira and I, being situated so close to the bathroom, could easily hear the woman’s stream, which started out impressively before dying down into a normal 30 second pee. “Not even enough to put a dent into my bladder.” I heard myself say as she returned to her seat. I was a bit surprised to be talking about someone else’s bladder in public like that, especially so brazenly, but I found that I quite liked hearing the words come off my tongue. Kira gave a short laugh and responded, “She could pee ten times before I’d have to go once.” By 1 pm I noticed that neither Kira nor I had consumed more than some token sips from our 1.5 liter water bottles. Feeling that my bladder was still quite in control, I decided to make up a game to increase our intake and, over the long term, decrease that very control we both coveted so highly. “Hey sis, how about a drinking game,” I suggested. Kira snapped to a half-hearted attention, moving her eyes from the window to me. “What do you have in mind?” she asked lazily. She asked it in the way one does when regarding a child’s poorly thought out request and not having the patience to give it some fake enthusiasm. Undeterred, I continued, “I’ll bet you that my side of the bus (I gestured to all the seats on the right half of the aisle) has better bladder control than your side (I motioned to everyone left of the aisle). We’ll keep track. Every time someone from my half goes to the bathroom, I’ll take a big drink of water, and every time someone from your half goes, you drink.” Kira’s eyes lit up at the idea, though she did her best to put on a bored face as she replied, “Well, ok, it’ll get me through this bus ride at least. But when you forfeit and pee, you still count for your side, so I expect you to drink when you come back.” I just smiled, “Deal.” By 3 pm it was clear that, despite her best efforts, my sister couldn’t keep from showing her excitement at my game. Her competitive nature had taken over, combined with her obsession to have a larger bladder than all those around her. Another person, this time a teenage girl who couldn’t possibly have been older than me, left her seat and went towards the lavatory. Kira fist pumped. I sighed. The girl was on my side. I would have to drink. I swigged from my water bottle, noting how much lighter it was now than when we’d begun this game. I reckoned I had already consumed a liter of it, while Kira had probably had no more than a third of that. Setting down my bottle, I turned to her as she began her trash talk, “Damn, Indra, this this was a better idea than I gave you credit for. You’re gonna lose both your pee and the game before the first rest stop, and I didn’t even have to do a thing to goad you on!” We both knew she was exaggerating. After the last few days together Kira had to know I wouldn’t break so easily. Still, there was no doubt as I felt the fullness of my abdomen that I was in worse shape than her. She was still as jovial as ever, even with 18 hours of pee sitting in her gigantic bladder. My spur of the moment idea was backfiring in my face. Suddenly, in the next ten minutes my luck changed. A parade of people began to filter in and out of the onboard toilet, and all of them were from Kira’s side! My sister began grumbling about how stupid of a game this really was as she was forced to chug her drink until it was level with mine. Still, she did no more than cross her legs until we pulled into our rest stop at 4 pm. With 19 hours of pee in our bladders, Kira and I ignored the women’s toilets and headed straight for the water fountains. As soon as we had refilled our giant water bottles, Kira noticed something. Nearly everyone on our bus had entered the restrooms. “How do you wanna factor that into our game?” I asked. Kira shrugged and turned her newly full bottle to her lips, her throat working overtime to swallow as much as possible. I followed her lead, the two of us chugging and keeping eye contact, determined not to quit before the other. 45 seconds later, we both succeeded. Our stomachs were heavy and waterlogged, but the 1.5 liter bottles were empty again. We couldn’t have that, obviously, so we filled them up one more time, grabbed some food to eat on the bus, and returned to our seats, both knowing our bladders would soon be feeling the effects of that rash decision. Time seemed to pass more slowly after the rest stop. Kira was still giving me the occasional comment about her bladder’s infinite strength relative to mine, but for the most part we sat in near silence, both waiting for our bladders to reach their bursting points. The two of us sat next to the bathroom, both needing it badly but neither giving in. Our abdomens were bulged out far past anything that could be considered normal, yet there we sat, pretending we hadn’t a care in the world. And besides our crossed legs and sometimes strained facial expressions, one could have still looked at us and not known we were bursting of the pot. Thankfully our game had slowed down as well, with so many people having relieved themselves at the stop. Over the final couple of hours of the ride, Kira and I did our best to remain unmoving, unchanging against the ever increasing tides lapping against our bladder walls. Our piss tanks continued to swell, to the point that we now both looked positively massive in that region. Kira squirmed in her seat every now and then, while I was busy doing Kegals to remain in firm control of the river I was containing. We’d both ended up consuming an additional liter of water each in the course of playing our bus bathroom game, and I could tell from the look in Kira’s eyes on her last few drinks that she didn’t know where she was going to be able to put this excess liquid. With no diuretic hampering me this time, I knew I’d be good to last to our hotel, even if it was a struggle. And at 9 pm, exactly 24 long, arduous hours since either of us had felt any relief, the bus pulled into the Albaquerque bus station. Kira and I took one last, longing look at the bus toilet before exiting gingerly to the sidewalk. We met up with our parents and decided to hail a cab to our hotel. I could see mother giving note to our heavily swollen abdomens and our feeble attempts to stand straight while walking, but she said nothing as we entered the cab. 15 minutes later we were in the hotel. Thankfully, despite our bursting conditions, Kira and I both showed much more self-control in the lobby this time around. We looked around with nonchalance, only giving away the severity of our bladder agony by placing our hands protectively under our giant, fragile bulges and perhaps clicking our heels and moving our feet a bit much for girls who only had to wait at check-in for a minute or two. Realizing we had much better control of ourselves on this night, our mother opted for the usual small, one bathroom hotel room. On legs that were just beginning to get shaky, Kira and I walked into our room. Both of us sat defiantly on our bed, neither making a move for the toilet. Our parents both paused briefly to give us a chance to change our minds, but when we continued to sit, my mother darted in to relieve herself. Father followed, but Kira and I did not. After unpacking a little, our father ordered the family some food to be delivered, then sat and turned on the TV to watch with mother. Kira and I made as if we were also paying attention to the screen, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Our bladders were like bowling balls in our stomachs, and keeping them full and intact was all either of us cared about at the moment. The food arrived and we all ate, then my parents retired to bed, done in from the constant traveling, after one final look from my mother to her badly bursting, nearly exploding daughters. I saw the clock once the snores began to rise from my parent’s bed, and it said 10 pm. 25 hours had now passed since Kira or I had even seen the inside of a bathroom, let alone use a toilet. It was like we were trying to live without admitting that a need to pee is a need that everyone, even well-trained girls with enormous bladders, must give in to eventually. Kira also noticed that our parents were asleep, so she was able to speak about our conditions freely, “Ok, admit it, Indra, you’ve failed. Once again, you only ended up holding as long as I have. You can’t last any longer, I mean really, look at that melon you’ve got in your gut! I know you have to let it out. It’s been over a day now. Why don’t you just admit you can’t defeat me, take a piss, let me take my piss, and we can go to sleep? I can go on being the iron bladder of this family, and you can go on being second best.” At this I smiled. “What’s so funny?!” Kira asked, louder than she intended due to her state of bladder distress. “This waiting game isn’t over yet,” I said to her, my eyes twinkling. “What are you talking about?” Kira questioned, “It’s been (she swiveled to look at the clock)….25 hours since we’ve peed! What do you mean it’s not over? We’re here, we’re in our hotel room. Of course it’s over. It’s just a question of who goes first. And that’s you. A tie always goes to the champion, and I most certainly am the bladder champion around here.” My grin grew wider, “Well, Kira, I’m not going. I don’t care how big the lump in my abdomen gets, I’m not gonna pee tonight.” Now Kira’s eyes got wide as she understood what I was saying. “You mean…” she started, before I cut her off, “That’s right. If you want to give in and pee now, surrendering your title, that’s fine. Be my guest. But not a drop is coming out of me until tomorrow.” Kira’s voice cracked as she responded, “You’ll never make it! You’ll wet yourself in your sleep and disgrace the entire family! What will mom and dad say after that??” “I can do it,” I told her, “and I’m going to. I’ve slept full before and I can do it again. So go, pee if you must, but that makes me the winner.” Kira was silent for a few seconds, clearly raging on the inside. She was now fighting both her incessant urge to pee and the idea of coping with a new challenge. My sister’s sights had been set on relief once we entered the hotel room, but from last night onward I knew the only way to win this would be to forgo my evening pee on this night, even if I was already 25 hours full. Finally Kira broke her silence. “Alright,” she almost spat the words at me, “I can go to bed without a pee too. It’s no problem for me, really. You’ll see. You’ll end up with a nice big wet patch under you while my side of this bed will be bone dry!” I smiled and nodded with fake good-naturedness, then got under the covers and prepared myself for sleep, bursting bladder and all. Kira grumbled, grumbled some more, hemmed, hawed, and finally got into bed with me. Her legs were moving restlessly as she fought with her sphincter to remain in control of the mass of water she was holding. My own need was something more than a pleasurable ache, but I hadn’t been lying when I said I’d managed to sleep full before. I had done that many times in Houston. I just hadn’t been this full. Or full for this long. But I was prepared to risk it all, and this was certainly a heck of a risk to take. Slowly, it took perhaps a half an hour, my mind drifted off to sleep, even as my pee raged inside my bladder. My last conscious thought was that I could still hear rustling in the sheets beside me. Kira was still having problems. Day 5 I awoke with a jolt at 7 am the next morning. Immediately I had to reach down and clutch my crotch for all I was worth. My bladder was like a boulder in my abdomen, round, hard, and aching. I knew at once that I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. I also knew that making it through the night dry had been a close thing. My piss holder was nearly ripping apart at the seams, and it was taking me some time to get used to this massive increase in pressure. It was easily the worst I’d had to go on this entire trip, which made sense, as I hadn’t been to a toilet for 34 hours now. I turned over, hands still on my vagina, and saw that Kira was awake as well. And just like the previous night, her legs were still restless, moving up and down, back and forth, with pretty good speed. It was clear she was desperate to relieve herself, just like I was. “Congrats,” I croaked in a whisper. Our parents were also waking, and I didn’t want them to catch wind of our conversation. Kira rolled over, face grimacing in exhaustion and agony, and replied sleepily, “For what, you sadist?” I managed a small grin. “I didn’t think you’d last the night, Kira.” For a moment all signs of sleepiness left her visage, replaced by pure rage. “Oh, you! I’ll never be outheld by you! Now go and take a piss! I’m positively bursting! I barely got any sleep thanks to this awful balloon in my gut. Do you know you long it’s been since either of us peed?? Give this up!” I shushed her, trying to make sure our parents didn’t hear anything, before telling her, “I’m not giving up yet.” With that, I sat up (slowly, mind you. My bladder was nearly the size of a watermelon!) and began getting my stuff together for the trip to the airport. Kira could only glare from the bed. The four of us prepared our things to leave. Kira and I could hardly keep still as we packed, pee dancing with increasing franticness as the urge to pee threatened to overwhelm us. Our bladders were rock-solid, adding untold inches to our waistlines. Once, around 7:45, Kira had whispered desperately to me, “No bladder, however big, is meant to contain this much piss! Go and let it out!” At the thought of release, my bladder cramped urgently, and I had to stop and nearly drop to my knees to fight the spasm down, but still I refused to quit. Kira moaned at me and shoved a hand in her crotch briefly. Our parents had noticed our desperation, but it wasn’t until 8 am, when we were ready to leave, that my mother truly realized how badly we had to go. Both mother and father had just returned from the bathroom, and as our mother looked us up and down she realized that, not only were we pee dancing on the spot, but our tight t-shirts and sweatpants were doing nothing to hide the insane bulges we were sporting. Our 35 hours worth of pee had swelled our abdomens out to ridiculous degrees. “Girls! What are you doing?? You’re both clearly masters of controlling yourselves, but for goodness sake you can’t expect to go out like that! Not all the way to the airport!” She turned to me, “Indra, dear Indra, please, I have kept my mouth shut for all this time, but please, go and make yourself comfortable again.” She pointed towards the open bathroom door, but I held my ground and my urine. After ten seconds our mother went to Kira, “Kira! How about you? You’ve always been strong, but show some sense!” But my sister’s face was a mask of determination, even moreso than mine. “If Indra doesn’t need it, then I am certainly comfortable enough to get to the airport.” She replied icily. My mother looked to our father in a last ditch effort, but he could only shrug and say, “If they say they’re fine, then let’s go. What are we waiting for?” And so, with half our number in an extreme state of desperation, we all made our way out of the hotel and hailed a cab. It was only I that noticed Kira’s last, longing glance at our hotel room’s toilet before the door swung shut. The ride to the airport was quiet. Kira and I were much too focused on keeping our pee from busting out of ourselves to make small talk, and I think my mother way in a state of shock over the whole thing. By 8:30 we were at the airport. Thank goodness there was no line to check in for our flight, because if Kira and I had had to stand still for a prolonged period of time, that might have been the end of things. As it was, we were able to move around the desk area, squirming, fidgeting, and trying our hardest to pass off our intense desperation as excitement for our flights to the airport employees surrounding us. After checking our luggage and beginning the walk to our gate, I saw Kira’s eyes looking everywhere for a restroom sign. She even had to hold herself while walking now. I knew she was close. Heck, I was close myself, as a quick series of bladder spasms reminded me. I stopped for a moment, legs turned inward, hands on my thighs, squeezing with everything I had. I had shut my eyes to concentrate better, and when I opened them, I saw both my parents were staring at me. Kira was not. She was too close to having her own urinary disaster, and was concentrating on nothing but remaining dry a little longer. I waved my hands to my parents as if to say, “Ah well, it happens,” and we continued on. Going through airport security may have been the hardest thing we’d had to do yet, but with unmatched resolve and willpower, Kira and I both managed to put our hands to our sides and walk normally past the airport security guards. Our desperation was reaching new and unforeseen levels, levels I didn’t even know could be reached by a girl’s bladder. When we got to my family’s gate, my bladder was in a constant state of spasm. I clenched with everything I had, using nearly all the sphincter strength I had left, and managed somehow to calm my pee urgency down to the point where I could function, if not well. Kira, on the other hand, was at the end of her rope. Pacing, nearly marching on the spot, she enthusiastically waved her arms in the direction of a women’s restroom sign. “Indra! Look! A bathroom! Go there! Please, please, go there!” My sister’s control was mighty, prodigious even, but it seemed her ponderous load of pee was finally getting to her. I gave my phone a quick check and saw that it was now nearly 10 am. It had been nearly 37 hours since either of us had let a single drop out of our stretched, tortured bladders. Smiling wide, I shook my head at my poor, desperate sister, relishing the fact that I was still in control while she was finally losing hers. It was the first time I had ever had the upper hand in this matter, and I was savoring it. “Kira, you should go,” I told her with an air of superiority, “Your belly looks ridiculous. You’re gonna pee yourself.” Kira’s eyes were fearful and she nearly shouted back at me, in total denial, “No, no, no, I’m the bladder queen of the family! I never have to go before you! I can wait as long as you can! If you haven’t gone yet, I won’t!” She said these words even as her bladder bulged ominously, as her sphincter tired itself out, as she slowly but surely came to grips with the fact that her enormous bladder was in a fight it couldn’t win. “Now boarding, Gate 72A!” The announcement came over the loudspeaker of the gate, our gate. As the clock struck 10 am, it was time for my mother, father, and Kira to go back to India. My flight left at 10:30 am, giving me just enough time to see them off and rush to my own gate. My parents were shooting looks of horror back and forth as they regarded their pee dancing daughters. The time when we were in firm control of ourselves seemed a distant memory. Now we could be mistaken for school girls with teacup-sized bladders…unless someone actually looked at our amazing bladder protrusions. Neither of us would have fit in anything but the stretchy sweatpants we were wearing. I hugged my mother goodbye gingerly, then the same with my father, being careful not to bump my round bulge against them. One wrong move and it could be all over. Kira was last, and I could tell it was taking every last ounce of energy and willpower she had to stay in place and hug me. I pulled her close, then whispered in her ear, “I’m not going to pee. I’m going to board my plane to Houston without going. The only way to outlast me is to get onto that plane, sit in the seat, strap that seatbelt over your bladder, and keep holding all the way back to India.” With a desperate shout, Kira pushed me away. One hand was clutching her crotch in a death grip, the other was holding her face. I saw that she was near tears, hair flying all over her face, panic in her eyes. Her legs were scissoring back and forth at a rapid rate even as she stood, but it was no good. Her final sphincter clenches were not enough. After all this, I had come to learn what it took to defeat Kira’s monstrous bladder: 38 hours, half a lake of drinks, and the prospect of holding on for hours and hours to come. It was too much for her, and Kira’s iron bladder began to rebel before my very eyes. Her strong, perfectly-trained dam of a sphincter started cracking, as I saw first one rivulet of wetness snake down her sweatpants, then another, then another, before she cut it off, breathing deeply. “I can hold it….I won’t lose…I can hold it…I…I…It’s coming out!” Kira’s bladder suddenly exploded, gushing piss everywhere. The floor was drenched and her sweatpants were waterlogged in seconds. With a shout of despair, Kira began half-running half-hobbling to the women’s restroom she had so astutely pointed out to me minutes before. The battle was over. I had won. I grinned, reveling in my victory, my bladder pain momentarily forgotten. My mother looked me in the face, saying, “Ok, Indra. You did it. You can go now.” But I looked back with a sparkle in my eyes and replied, “Oh mother, I don’t have to go. I’m a grown woman after all. I can hold it.” With that, I turned on my heel and headed for my gate. As I walked away, I knew that, despite everything she had said, my mother had never been prouder of me. Epilogue I strode onto my plane and took my seat next to an attractive guy who seemed about my age. For the first half hour of the two hour flight we made very little conversation. The adrenaline had worn off from my victory over my former bladder queen of a sister, and the intensity of my urge to pee seemed to be tripling. I was hell bent on lasting the flight, however, and ended up squirming in my seat to stay in command of my load of piss. The boy, Ryan was his name, glanced over at me as I wriggled. “Do you have to go too? I can get up if you’d like,” he offered. I smiled wanly, “No thank you. I’m actually quite capable of waiting, thank you very mu….did you say you had to go too? Why not go? You have the outside seat. The lavatory is open. I can see the sign.” He gave me a slight laugh and his cheeks reddened, but after a half minute of silence he lifted his shirt, showing me what was obviously a stretched and aching bladder, and replied, “What the hell, I’m never gonna see you again after this, so if you must know I’m testing myself. I haven’t gone in a very long time. It’s actually been 24 hours. I don’t want to go until I can’t wait anymore.” My jaw nearly dropped off of my face, and I had to jam both fists into my crotch to stave off my hardest bladder spasm yet. Finally I managed to tell him, “I haven’t gone in almost 40.” It was his turn to stare at me in amazement, and his gaze instantly turned downwards to my incredible bulging bladder. “That’s amazing…” he breathed. We spent the remainder of the flight aiding each other in coping with our piss struggles. I had originally planned on peeing at the airport bathroom in Houston, but found resolve I didn’t know was possible to have now that I had a partner in pee holding. As we got our luggage I could tell Ryan was on the verge of losing control, even moreso than I was. But I wanted to prevent him from darting off to the airport bathrooms, as I saw his eyes flick that way more than once. So I invited him to my place. He was unsure, clearly going out of his mind with desperation, but then I took his hand, placed it ever so gently on my rock-hard bladder, and told him, “You can watch me pee.” Without another word we collected our bags, hailed a taxi, and desperately shuffled into my apartment at 1 pm. I was sure we were going to explode the minute we were in the door, but instead I found myself overcome with horniness at the thought of our predicament and instantly wrapped him up in my arms and started forcefully making out with him, even as our aching bladders tried to forcefully spew out our loads of pent up pee. We resisted the call of nature for another hour, hands roaming each others’ bodies but staying mostly on the other’s massive bladder. We moaned, crossed our legs, danced while holding each other, squatted down low, and did everything we could think of to last. I even tortured myself further by downing a glass of water while he looked on in amazement. But finally we were well and truly at our limits. The pee had to come out, and after 41 hours of pristine control my sphincter finally couldn’t clench hard enough to keep the oncoming spurts back. In total desperation I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the measuring jug I used for just such occasions, convinced that this had to be some sort of holding record for myself. When I returned to the living room, Ryan had his hand clenched over his bare penis. “If I let go it’ll all come out!” he cried desperately, so I did what any good, true lady would in this situation. I let him go first. With the last of my power I clutched myself and held on as he pissed long and loud into the giant jug. After 3 minutes his pee ended with 2200 ml in the jug. I was very impressed, because that was not a total I was used to beating often. But today I felt as if an entire lake was residing in my enormous, hurting bladder, and after dumping his load out in the toilet, I squatted over the bowl, ripped down my sweatpants, and finally let loose. The pleasure of this piss was out of this world, and I nearly lost myself in it as the pee poured out of me. I was like a tap turned on full, and it felt as though I would never stop. Ryan’s eyes were bugging out of his head as he gaped at my naked pussy unleashing a river into the filling jug. This pee took over 5 minutes of forceful peeing to finish, but when it did I proudly lifted the jug and showed him that 2700 ml was residing in it. It was a total I was sure my sister Kira, even with her amazing bladder capacity, had never bested, and I knew that I was now the true Bladder Queen in the family. And from the look I detected in Ryan’s eyes as I breathed in relief, this Bladder Queen wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight.
  3. Ondinist

    Valerie 22 - Paris

    Léa was sitting in the kitchen of her mother's flat in Neuilly, a prosperous and rather genteel suburb of Paris, sipping black coffee but ignoring the half-eaten croissant that lay on her plate. It was Saturday morning, a week after her return from London, and she was feeling at a low ebb despite the bright sunshine of a cold, crisp November day. She had two days of dull boredom to look forward to before she returned to her lycée and the relentless teasing of the clique of girls who had persecuted her throughout her school life. It had, of course, never occurred to her that the group was now actually jealous of her for being singled out to attend a high-powered mathematics seminar, for making a week-long trip to London unaccompanied, for the publicly delivered praise she had received from her professeurs for the positive impression she had made on the Imperial College staff and, most unforgivably of all, for returning looking far more poised, self-confident and chic than the timid little mouse they were used to disparaging so easily. Léa had even started to attract approving looks from some of the boys in the school. For Léa the worst thing of all was that her relationship with Daniel, the boy she had met at the seminar and who had seemed so nice and kind, was over before it could even be said to have started. He had emailed her soon after her return to Paris, wanting to arrange an opportunity for them to meet up again but after much reflection and heartache, she had replied a couple of days ago to explain about her susceptibility to wetting accidents and to say that for this reason it was best that they did not see each other again. That night she had cried herself to sleep. Since then she had heard nothing from Daniel - silence. He might at least have said goodbye, she thought. ------------ The door intercom buzzed. A moment later her mother called out "Léa, there is an English boy outside who wants to see you. Do you want to speak with him? Shall I allow him to come up?" Puzzled, Léa replied "I'll go down and see who it is." She walked down the communal staircase and opened the front door to the apartments. There, standing on the steps and holding an enormous bouquet of flowers, was Daniel. "I thought it would be better if we talked face to face" he said. "I hope you don't mind." ------------ Daniel had arrived on the overnight coach from London and was due to return the same way that night. He had never visited Paris before so Léa decided to give him on a one-day tour of the city's most famous sights. They started by taking the Métro to Hôtel de Ville and braving the icy wind as they walked across the Pont d'Arcole to Notre Dame cathedral. After admiring the Gothic interior they had taken the rooftop tour, laughing as they photographed each other among the gargoyles that leered out over the city. Concerned to hear that Daniel had had nothing to eat for 24 hours apart from a rather stale cheese roll at the coach station in London last night, Léa proposed an early lunch. They found a small restaurant in the Île de la Cité and when they were seated in a snug corner Daniel returned to the subject of Léa's email. "You were extraordinarily brave to write so honestly about what must be a difficult subject for you. I wanted to explain, face to face, that for me it doesn't matter at all. Although we've only known each other for a few days I already know that I'm in love with you - I've never been more certain of anything in my life. "And since you have been so open with me, let me be honest in return and tell you something that embarrasses me when I think about it. "The night after the symposium ended I dreamed of you. You were lying beside me, half asleep, and you were wetting the bed. The strange part for me is that was the most erotic thing I have ever imagined. At that moment I wanted you so badly. And don't forget that this was long before you told me about your - problem - so I had no particular reason then to associate you with wetting accidents." Léa's eyes grew round. "When did you say you had this dream?" she asked. "Oh please don't be offended!" Daniel stammered. "I - I only told you because I want you to believe me when I say that if you wet yourself sometimes it wouldn't put me off....I don't want you to think I'm weird or something...." His voice tailed off. "No, I'm not offended - not at all. I just want to know exactly when you had the dream." "It was that Friday morning a week ago, just as I was waking up. About seven, I suppose it would have been." "Because the truly bizarre thing is" said Léa slowly "I did wet the bed that Friday morning. I'd slept very deeply all night and I was in that unreal state between being asleep and awake when everything is completely relaxed. My body just let go. I was horrified when I realised what I was doing because I was staying with my friend Valérie in her London flat. Fortunately for me, she was very kind about it. "And I don't wet my bed very often - not more than once a year or so - so that's quite a coincidence. If it is a coincidence." They looked at each other in astonishment. After a moment, Daniel reached across the table and took Léa's hand in his. "So" he said, looking deep into her eyes. "Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?" ------------ After lunch they walked hand in hand across the Pont au Double and picked up one of the glass-topped riverboat shuttles for a ride along the Seine. Léa pointed out the sights of Paris as they passed and they eventually disembarked at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. "Wow - its huge!" said Daniel, gazing up. "Let's go to the top!" Excitedly he led the way to the ticket kiosk. Like many Parisians, Léa had never been up the tower and she was not at all sure she wanted to do so now but she didn't want to spoil Daniel's evident enjoyment of the city - her city. She secretly hoped there would be an impossibly long queue but, this being lunchtime in France, they found they would only need to wait about thirty minutes Daniel bought them hot coffees to help counter the cold wind. Léa wondered if she should take the precaution of going to the lavatory beforehand but they had both used the restaurant's toilet only an hour ago and she told herself that she couldn't really need to go again so soon afterwards. It was just imagination....wasn't it? They crowded into the lift for the first and second levels. Léa was disconcerted by the massive girders flashing past the windows and by the way the lift floor adjusted to keep the car horizontal as it climbed the splayed leg of the tower. Her heart was racing but she managed to stay outwardly calm. They spilled out on to the busy second floor with its restaurants and gift shops and joined another queue for the long ascent up the spine of the tower to the top. This much smaller lift car was even more crowded and Léa and Daniel were huddled close to the glass side, watching the rooftops of Paris slowly recede below them. Léa started to panic. "I don't like this!" she whispered to Daniel. He put his arms protectively around her and held her close. "Its OK, he murmured. Can't be much further now." The lift slowed, the view disappeared and the doors opened on to the narrow platform at the top of the tower, open to the elements apart from a balustrade topped by a cage to protect the suicidal and the terminally stupid. When Léa felt the whole tower rocking slightly in the wind she almost wet herself. She clung to Daniel's arm and squeezed her legs tightly together. "You really aren't happy up here, are you?" Daniel asked with concern. Silently she shook her head. He led her straight back to the lift doors. There were people waiting but they were able to get in to the next lift down. Léa brushed away a tear. "I'm sorry" she murmured, looking away from him out of the window. "Those tickets were expensive and I've spoilt the whole thing." Daniel turned her around to face him and kissed her gently on the forehead. She looked sorrowfully up at him. Tenderly, he wiped away a tear from her other cheek and gave her another gentle kiss, this time on the lips. Once back on the ground they walked hand in hand across the Pont d'Iena to the Trocadéro gardens. On the far bank of the Seine the Eiffel Tower stood magnificent in the autumn sunshine. Daniel put his arm round Léa's slim waist, drawing her close to him as they gazed back at one of the most romantic views anywhere on the planet. Eventually, she broke the silence. "I'm never going to go up that bloody thing again!" ------------ From the Trocadéro they walked up the broad, tree-lined avenue to the Bois de Boulogne, the forest remnant that now forms a huge park on the western side of the city, just south of Léa's mother's Neuilly flat. Léa's need for a pee was increasing by the minute. There are plenty of public lavatories on the streets of Paris but almost all of them are sanisettes, automated pods that Léa's claustrophobia would never allow her to use. She would rather wet herself - and occasionally did. They entered the park close to the the Lac Inférieur and Daniel suggested hiring a rowing boat. By now, Léa was preoccupied by how badly she needed to pee but she felt ashamed of herself for curtailing their Eiffel Tower visit so, without protest, she stepped delicately in to the boat and sat in the stern. Daniel clambered in, sat down facing her and picked up the oars. He rowed her slowly round the lake's central island, looking at the lovely creature opposite him in her warm jumper and heavy winter skirt, her scarf wrapped stylishly round her neck. She was crossing and re-crossing her legs restlessly and he was surprised to see that what he had taken for thick tights were actually thigh-high socks with a glimpse of white briefs between them. He wondered what she was thinking as she gazed out at the beautiful scenery. She was, in fact, thinking how cold it was getting and wondering whether they would get back to land before she soaked her knickers, her skirt and the boat's seat. Mercifully for Léa, they did make it back before disaster struck. Even then, despite Daniel's steadying hand, she almost lost control when she stood up in the swaying boat and stepped on to the landing stage. They set off on a narrow path that Léa knew would eventually bring them out of the park close to her home. When they had gone a short distance into the woods, she stopped walking and looked around to make sure that nobody was in sight apart from Daniel. "I'm sorry" she said "but I need to pee desperately and I'm not going to get home before I wet my culotte. I'd rather do it here, out of sight, than have a public accident on the street where I live." She stepped on to the grass beside the path, spread her legs wide and let go. Daniel watched as a stream appeared beneath her skirt and pattered on to the ground between her parted feet. When she eventually finished, Léa came up close to Daniel and said apologetically "You did say you wouldn't mind...." By way of answer he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She felt him hard against her. "Are you going to do that every time I wet myself?" she asked with a smile. "Oh, I expect so!" "In that case maybe I'll do it more often" she murmured, looking up at him with a naughty girl expression. He gave her another long, passionate kiss. "I think we'd better get back to the flat now" Léa said, disentangling herself and resuming their walk. "Mother insists you have dinner with us before you travel back to London tonight. I think she approves of you. Arriving with flowers is definitely her idea of how things should be done." Despite the rapidly cooling wetness between her legs, Léa felt happier than she had been for many years. She had wet herself in front of Daniel and it didn't matter. Even better, he liked it! Smiling up at him she said "If I'm going to have accidents-on-purpose just for you, I must buy myself some nice little culottes - do you say panties in English?" "British girls call them knickers" he replied, not really caring what she called them as long as he was there when she was wetting them. "Panties is more American. But as you're French you can choose for yourself." "You're so kind!" she replied with a mock curtsy. "Panties, then. It sounds prettier." They emerged from the park and walked up the street towards Léa's mother's flat. Turning a corner they came face to face with two of her tormentors from school. The expressions on their faces when they saw her hand in hand with Daniel was something that Léa would treasure for a long time to come.
  4. Quackduck

    Drug Test Desperation

    Kara is helping five people pass a drug test by taking them herself, meaning she needs enough urine to fill five cups with pee. Her goal throughout the day is to hold as much urine as possible, but she has to get through seven periods before she can find relief! Will she make it? - - - - - - - - - - - - It was a free period, and Kara sat in the back of the library, chewing on the back of her pencil and watching a group of girls talking and laughing. They were charismatic, and much more outgoing than she was, and she envied their friend group. They were the popular girls: Emma, Sophie, Genesis, and two other girls she didn't know the names of. Kara wished she was friends with them. She would get invited to parties, have a boyfriend, go out every day... Emma looked up and noticed Kara staring at her. She immediately looked down at the paper on her desk, heart filling up with embarrassment. 'That was so stupid of me,' she thought, 'I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I do that? It was so obvious...' A shadow grew over her desk. She looked up to see the five most popular girls in school standing over her. She let out an awkward "Hi." "Your name is Kara, right?" Emma asked. "Y-yeah, I'm Kara. What- uh, what's your name?" "You don't smoke, do you?" she asked, ignoring Kara's question. That's a weird thing to ask, thought Kara. "What, you mean like cigarettes?" "Weed. Or anything, I guess. Do you do any drugs?" "Um... No, of course not." "Bet," Emma smiled, "sorry if this is weird, but we really need someone to take a drug test for us." "We really don't want to be kicked out of volleyball this year," Sophie added. "S-Sure, what do I need to do?" "We can meet you outside the gym before seventh period tomorrow," Emma said, "that's when gym is. DON'T be late. Seriously. I really can't have you be late. The test is for all of us. I'll give you the cups there." "Cups?" Kara asked. "You have to pee in a cup," Emma clarified. "Five cups," Genesis told her, "make sure you have enough," she giggled. "Enough what?" "Pee," Emma said. Kara felt stupid. "You'll do it, right?" "Y-Yeah, of course. Totally." "We're counting on you." The five girls left. Kara's heart was beating fast with nervousness. Could this be the ticket into the friend group? All she has to do is pee in a few cups and she'll be cool with them. Nervousness was mixed with excitement for the whole rest of the day. When Kara woke up the next morning, she realized she didn't really know what she was going to be doing for the test. She knew there was a cup to pee in, but was there anything else that she needed to know? Did each cup need to have a certain amount of urine in it? There's going to be five cups waiting for her tomorrow. That's a lot of cups. She decided to skip her morning pee, which proved to be a rather difficult task. She pulled on her cutest jeans and closed them painfully around her full bladder. She didn't care, though. She thought it showed off her ass pretty well, and Emma's friend group were all drop-dead gorgeous. She ate her cereal watching TV while fidgeting and squirming. She fanned her legs, crossed and uncrossed her ankles constantly, and rocked her hips back and forth. It felt like she might leak at any moment, but was in no danger of wetting. She drank the milk from her cereal bowl out of habit, something she wouldn't have done if she'd given it a second thought, and set out for the school bus. The ride to school was the most uncomfortable bus ride Kara had ever had. She was sitting alone, grabbing her crotch as discreetly as possible, trying not to let everyone know that she was bursting to pee. She wondered if she had five cups worth inside of her at that moment. When she got to school, she walked quicker than anyone else there and plopped down in her seat, accidentally jarring her bladder. Her friend, Terri, sat down next to her. "Hi," she greeted, then looked down at Kara's crazed sitting tap dance. "You okay?" "I really have to pee," she said, giving herself a quick squeeze. She was perfectly fine with showing her desperation to Terri, but she wanted to keep the information from her other classmates. "Why don't you just go?" "See, the thing is, Emma and her friends asked me to take this drug test for them, and---" "Wait, hold on. They did what?" "I'm gonna take a drug test for them. It's--" "Kara, that's ridiculous! Why are you doing that for them?" She shrugged. "I just want to be a nice person-nnn!" She lurched forward when a leak nearly escaped, burying her hand in her crotch. Terri sighed. "Nevermind, I know exactly why you're doing it. But do you know how much trouble you can get into for that? Those girls are stupid and cruel. They'll rat you out as soon as their places on the team are jeopardized." "They aren't making me do it, Terri. I just... like helping people," she said, as steady as she could. The whole bottom half of her body was moving like crazy. Throughout the entire class, she couldn't sit still. She was constantly squeezing herself, lurching forward, and tapping her feet. There wasn't much conversation between her and Terri. Her friend was mad at her for trying to impress to popular girls again, but she didn't care too much. They came to her this time. That's a completely different situation. Nearing the end of the period, it was getting really bad. She was dragging her butt back and forth in the chair, and she couldn't keep her hands away from her crotch for more than five seconds. A few other kids around her noticed her situation, making her turn red in the face. She found herself counting down the seconds until the end of class, but she knew she'd still have to wait until seventh period to release. 'I wonder what my limit is,' she thought, 'I should have done some measuring with how much I actually pee yesterday. This is getting bad. I really don't know if I can make it to seventh period...' The bell rang. Terri got her things and left without saying anything to Kara, who had accidentally spilled the contents of her bag on the floor. She was frantically trying to get her things together, giving herself a squeeze every couple of seconds. A small spurt escaped her, making her tense every muscle in her body. Kara left in a hurry, every step putting more pressure on her poor bladder. She leaked again, then again, then again. She was walking as fast as she could through the sea of people in the hallway, trying to get to class so she could at least just sit down. She passed the bathroom, and her bladder begged for her to use it. The harsh pulse of her urine-bloated organ was almost too much to bear. A particularly strong contraction made her leak again, but this time it didn't stop. She immediately spun around and went as fast as she could to the bathroom, but the hall was so crowded she was barely getting anywhere. She was going against the flow of people while she slowly and involuntarily leaked pee into her pants. She felt the warmth gradually spreading down her leg, her eyes tearing up from embarrassment and bladder pain. It didn't seem like anyone was noticing, but she felt like a little kid. She sprinted into a bathroom stall and sat down on the toilet. Without dropping her pants or taking her book bag off, she let go, releasing a torrent into her jeans. Her butt was soaked with urine. She wiped some tears from her eyes and sighed, but she remembered something that made her feel a little bit better. She skinned off her jeans and underwear and put them in her bag. She still needed to pee a little bit, but she was saving some for the drug test. She pulled on the black leggings she brought for gym class and left for class, drinking from the water fountain on the way. She drank until her belly felt like it was going to explode, then walked stiffly to her next period. She did fine through second period. Though it was definitely noticeable, her need to pass water was kept under control. Third period got a little worse; she spent the whole class fidgeting and tapping her foot. She drank some more water, and by fourth period, she was desperate again. She was hoping none of her friends at her table would notice her scooching back and forth and squeezing herself when they weren't looking. When they were, she was discreetly crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table. It felt weird wearing leggings with no underwear. It kind of made her urge worse, since that extra layer of fabric wasn't there. Once fourth period was over with, it was time to go to lunch. Although Kara really didn't want to pile anything on top of her bloated bladder, she was really hungry. All she had to eat that day was a small bowl of cereal. She had a cheeseburger and some fries, plus a small carton of chocolate milk to wash it down. She was wondering if she was drinking a bit too much. There was still a little less than two hours until seventh period, and she was spending the entire lunch fidgeting. Once fifth period rolled around, she was sure she drank too much. 'At least I don't have any friends in this class,' she said, making a beeline to the back of the class so she can hold herself. She somehow made it through without any leakage, though her need had increased considerably. She was completely unable to sit still through the whole class, constantly squeezing herself and crossing her legs. No one seemed to notice, though. 'Only one more class to go,' she said to herself, stepping in place as she gathered her things. 'Only one more class and I can pee.' She hurriedly went to her next period, sitting down next to Terri, who, upon seeing her change of pants, scoffed in astonishment. "Okay, I know you're not just preparing for gym early," she said. "What do you mean?" "Kara, you peed yourself for them! Is it really worth it?" her eyes traveled down to Kara's hands, which were buried in between her frantically tapping legs. Terri only shook her head and gave her the silent treatment again. After twenty minutes, Kara was even more desperate than before. She was watching the clock count the seconds by, but time seemed slower than usual. After another twenty minutes, she was dying. When she wasn't scooting back and forth, she was tensing every muscle in her body trying to contain the massive amount of pee inside her. Her bladder, which was on the verge of exploding, was constantly pulsing and throbbing like a continuous wave of desperation. She didn't care who saw her fidgeting. All she cared about was keeping her pee inside her until seventh period. As soon as the bell rang, she leapt out of her seat and rushed to the gym. As she stood by the door waiting for the girls to show up, she was jumping around, squeezing herself, and marching in place. People were shooting her glances, but she truly couldn't hide her need. 'Please, Emma where are you?' She thought, 'hurry up...' A particularly harsh wave hit, and she dropped to one knee, keeping as still as possible. They finally arrived less than a minute before the late bell rang. "Finally!" she said, getting off the ground to greet them. She was hopping from foot to foot, her fists clenched at her sides as she resisted the urge to hold herself in front of them. "Where are the cups? This is really getting bad." "They haven't given it to us yet," Emma said, "we're getting it this period." "When this period?" Kara asked desperately, clutching the sides of her leggings. "I don't know," was the annoyed response. Kara felt stupid again. She waddled into the gymnasium after them and went straight to the mat in the back, dreading what was coming next. Once the bell rang, the teacher went to the front of the class. "Alright everyone, you know the drill. Sit down in your spots and touch your toes." Kara didn't move. Her hands were buried in her lap and she was scooting back in forth. She planned on skipping the warm ups until she received a bone-chilling glare from the teacher. She sighed and begrudgingly leaned forward to touch her toes. She was a very flexible person. In fact, she'd been taking gymnastics for three years. At the moment, though, she wasn't so limber. Her bloated organ was a painful bowling ball in her belly. She filled her cheeks with air and scrunched her face up in agony, her shaking fingers not even making it all the way to her toes. She internally begged him to blow the whistle already, before she burst all over herself. The pulsing in her bladder had turned into a constant, screaming pain pressing against her lap. After an eternity, she heard the whistle blow, and she released. "Sky reach, everyone." The poor girl had to get up and reach towards the sky. Her face was contorted in strain and misery, her overfull bladder being tightened on by her belly's stretching skin. Her legs kept involuntarily tensing, her body obviously telling her it can't take much more of this. Her urethra evidently decided that it was going to take charge, and she let out a sudden and strong spurt of urine into her leggings. She immediately swung her arms down to hold herself to stop it, but the urine was plentiful enough to leak down both legs, soak her crotch, and dampen a little bit of her butt. The teacher thankfully didn't see this embarrassing display. "Alright, let's run! Chop chop!" This was by far Kara's least favorite part of the class. Though she considered herself a decent gymnast, cardio was not her strong suit, and it didn't help that she was on the verge of exploding. They needed to run three laps around the gym. As soon as she took the first few steps, she knew this was going to be bad. Urine was sloshing around inside her as she struggled to keep up with the rest of her class, each step feeling like a drop on a roller coaster. She noticed herself falling behind, so she picked up the pace. Once again, she leaked a little in her pants. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her hands were closed tightly in fists at her side. It took a few seconds to stop, since she was still running. She thanked the lord she was wearing black leggings, but with no underwear to help soak up the moisture, liquid was now streaming down her legs and into her shoes. It hurt so bad that she was almost crying. Each step let a little bit of pee out, and her entire lower half felt sticky. She saw the teacher call the girls over and hand them the cups. "Finally!" she said to herself, but she couldn't find relief yet. As they left the classroom, she discreetly slipped out of one of the exits and went stiffly to wear they were. She couldn't stand up straight, and if she untensed her leg muscles she would leak more into her pants. She was shaking from pure desperation, her tired urethra threatening to open the dams at any moment. "I'm ready, I need to go right now!" she said, coming upon the group. "Okay, chill the fuck out," said Emma, handing her the cups. She had to hold them all in her arms, which meant she couldn't hold herself. "We'll wait out here." "Is there a certain a-amount that needs t-to be in here?" Kara asked, leaking a tiny bit. She was answered with a look of disgust. She would have rephrased it, but her leak was getting stronger and she absolutely could not hold it any longer. She waddled to the bathroom stall and tried to close it with one hand, but a surge of desperation and urgency caused her to lurch forward and drop the cups. Luckily, they were plastic, so they couldn't break, but she had to retrieve them as they rolled across the bathroom floor. She bent over to pick one up, the pain nearly making her cry. She scooped them all up as fast as she could and put them gingerly next to the toilet, her legs fidgeting madly. As soon as she could, she squeezed herself hard with one hand and locked the stall with the other. She yanked down her pants and sat down, her dams immediately bursting and letting a stream out into the toilet. She had to squeeze herself with her bare hands to stop it, pee getting all over her hands. Kara's bladder was absolutely screaming now, her contorted face genuinely producing tears. Her fingers were cold against her pussy, but she barely noticed. She picked up a cup and put it against her labia, urine immediately spraying out like a garden hose. It filled up in no time. She stemmed the flow and put the cap on with shaky fingers, her bare legs fanning, fidgeting, and scooting. The second one was the same. The third cup began to grant her some relief as her rock-hard bladder became more of the squishy organ it naturally is. After she filled all the cups, she couldn't believe how much she still needed to go. After filling five cups with pee, she still urgently needed relief. She didn't go right away. She sat there for a moment fanning her sticky legs, noticing how overboard she went with this. As if waking up, she realized what she was going through for these girls that were so obviously using her. Terri was right. Terri was her true friend. A wave of desperation hit, making her habitually tense her legs and butt, but then she released a torrent, hissing strongly into the toilet. It felt amazing. She sighed and relaxed, leaning back against the wall, as the pent up urine finally evacuated her body. It slowed to a dribble, then nothing. She felt absolutely refreshed. She used the toilet paper to dry her legs, pussy, hands, and butt. Then she wiped down the cups and brought them to the girls, who absentmindedly thanked her. After school was out, she met up with Terri and sheepishly apologized, then went home. Kara would never do anything like that again.
  5. ILoveOmorashi

    Fatima's Anguish

    Oh, I need to make water so badly! Princess Fatima didn’t exactly know how long she had been newly imprisoned in the dungeon, but it was long enough to make her urgently need to urinate. Unfortunately, she could not attend to her need as she was shackled to the wall by her wrists. She did know how exactly she got here, however. She had been on a heavily guarded caravan to Baghdad to be married to Prince Abdul, the son of the city’s sultan. Her father the Caliph had arranged the marriage as an attempt to foster better relations with the rival Abbasid Caliphate. While the caravan was in the middle of the desert, it made a stop as Fatima desperately needed to urinate. Shortly after she finished going behind a sand dune, the caravan was set upon by desert brigands, or that’s what they appeared to be at first. Fatima watched in horror as the caravan was overrun and everyone else---slave and soldier alike---was put to the sword. But when she tried to run away, one of the brigands came up from behind her and hit her in the back of the head with the pommel of his scimitar, rendering her unconscious. She later briefly woke up in a semi-conscious state and was dimly aware that she was being carried. When she came up to, she found herself chained up in this dungeon. She wondered who it was that abducted her as it didn’t look like she was in any brigand hideout. Shortly afterward, a rough-looking guard came in and shoved a pitcher of water in her face. She was so thirsty that she didn’t say anything as he briefly unshackled one hand so she could gulp it all down. Soon it went to her bladder and worse yet, no one else came in the dungeon again for several more hours. Fatima moaned and pressed her knees together. She longed to take off her baggy silk trousers and empty her bladder into the wooden bucket that was placed cruelly at the other end of the dungeon. She knew it was haram to mention her need to relieve herself to strange men, but if she didn’t get the attention of anyone else outside soon, she was afraid she would wet herself. Just then, the iron door opened and two guards stepped in along with an extravagantly-dressed, handsome man in his early 20’s. Fatima was shocked to see that it was Prince Ahmed of Gaza. Fatima knew that Ahmed was always smitten with her, but she never reciprocated it, for she also was aware of his unscrupulous reputation (fortunately, her father was aware as well, so there would be no arranged marriage in the future). However, she never considered that he would be brazen enough to do something like this. “How are you doing this afternoon, my pretty?” Ahmed said, grinning lecherously. Ignoring her bladder, Fatima responded with haughty defiance. “How dare you abduct a family member of the Fatimid Caliphate? My father will have your head!” Ahmed laughed. “And what will that doddering old lump of camel dung do to me if he doesn’t know where you are, let alone that I’m responsible? My men made sure one of your guards was left alive to get news back to Cairo. As far as anyone will know, you were taken by brigands. Even my father doesn’t know you’re here!” The Sultan of Gaza had grown senile and was rarely seen anymore, thus leaving his son as de facto ruler. Ahmed then noticed her trembling, dancing legs with amusement. “Ah, you need to piss, I see.” Fatima’s face turned red with embarrassment, appalled at his vulgarity. “Well, maybe you’ll get to do that when you agree to be my wife without that stubbornness. I prefer spirit in my stallions, not my women. I’ll be back in another four hours.” He laughed again and turned around and walked out. “Hey, wait!” Fatima called out after him, but it was too late. Fatima continued to fidget in despair. Her need to urinate was a white-hot agony now and she felt there was no way she could make it till then. She hadn’t wet herself since she was three years old and she didn’t want to now. There was nothing she could do except try and not to think about it. Miraculously, she was able to do so as the minutes and hours crawled agonizingly by. Just as he said, Ahmed came back. “Have you changed your mind yet?” he asked as he yet again put on his lecherous, sadistic grin. Fatima didn’t care about haram anymore. She had to go NOW. “P-Please, PLEASE unchain me, I really need to pass water, please!” Fatima begged, close to tears. Her legs were involuntarily dancing furiously in place. “I’ll be yours and I’ll do whatever you want, please l…” “And how do I know you’re just telling me what I want to hear so you can urinate?” Ahmed said, clearly enjoying her agony. His two guards also laughed. “Maybe I’ll leave you here overnight until you’re sincere.” “PLEASE, I need to….” Then Fatima just couldn’t hold on any longer. “Oh, no, no, NO, NO, NO!!!” She began to cry as urine seemed to explode into her trousers and flooded down her legs. An enormous puddle formed at her feet and the spattering sound echoed off the walls of the dungeon. Ahmed and the guards and stared at the amount of liquid that came out of her with amazement, then they started to laugh. Fatima ignored them as she hung her head down and sobbed with humiliation. She hoped her father would figure out what happened soon.
  6. Video found on YouTube, a couple doing a pee holding contest. I edited this down from the original because the first half is them doing unrelated challenges as well. The girl has the cutest pee pee dance I've ever seen on YouTube and thankfully they focus a good amount in the video. The guy doesn't seem to need to pee as much so those hoping for male desperation are going to be disappointed. Also no wetting or that whole taking the camera in the bathroom while peeing either. Try Not to Pee Challenge D&M - Edited.mp4
  7. Hi again all, It's been a while but I have been trying to find time to write the second chapter about Alice. If you missed it, chapter one is here. Massive thanks for the positive feedback from posters on my previous chapter. Hope you enjoy this one! I don't get much time, but i'll try to follow this up when I can! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice stood on the street, tapping her foot subconsciously as she stared at the building. From the outside, it was nothing special. Just a typical dilapidated old warehouse in East London that had seen a revival in recent years, with investors flooding the area as it became fashionable. 'I should have bought a place here ten years ago, it would have quadrupled in price by now' Alice thought as she stared. She hadn't been sure she would come back to this building. Her past experience here had been completely unexpected and entirely new to her. Although the high salary was extremely appealing, Alice had always thought of herself as rather 'normal', sexually. What happened here the week before had been so far out of her comfort zone that afterwards she had sworn to herself she wouldn't go back. That was five days ago. Since then, there had been very little she was able to think about except for the feeling of utter and complete desperation she had felt, combined with the extremely erotic way she had been touched by another woman. Alice had been more turned on than she could ever remember that afternoon, and she had remained so for the last five days, no matter how many times she told herself to ignore it. Alice had never been one for 'self pleasuring'. She had always seen it as extremely embarassing, even when her friends talked about it. The last five days she had come closer than ever before to giving it a try. She was finding the constant tingling and dampness between her legs almost unbearable. Added to that, every time she needed to pee she had become so uncontrollably aroused that she had to go and pee immediately or her legs would start to go weak as she tried to hold it in. That was exactly what was happening now. Her first day in the Omobar, as a paid member of staff. A very well paid member. Her bladder felt uncomfortable. She would normally have gone to the bathroom an hour before, at least, but she had been told to turn up needing to pee, and here she was. Tapping her foot on the pavement and building up the courage to enter. 'Here we go then' she muttered, and strode across the road, pushing the buzzer. The door swung open after a few minutes and she walked down the stairs. A friendly face greeted her at the elevator. "Hi Alice, welcome back," Sophie said with a smile showing her perfect teeth. She wore a short, figure hugging pink dress which showed off her curves beautifully, her hair falling in ringlets over prominent and poorly concealed breasts. "Thanks!" replied Alice, blushing a little as she took in the gorgeous figure in front of her. 'What is wrong with me at the moment? Everything is turning me on like crazy" she thought to herself angrily. 'Behave like a professional for god's sake' They got into the lift and descended to the floor below. "Changing rooms," smiled Sophie, noticing Alice's questioning glance. She hadn't been to this floor during the last visit. The doors slid open and Alice looked around. It was like a changing room at a fancy gym, except with the notable absence of toilets. She squeezed her thighs together and rose onto tiptoes for a moment. "Need to pee?" Sophie asked "Pretty badly" Alice replied with a weak smile, resuming her leg tapping. "Well the clients should be here in about half an hour, so not too much waiting. Time to get changed! Drink this." Sophie handed her one of the mysterious cocktails she had been served at her interview. "What should I wear?" Alice sipped her cocktail, feeling nervous that the outfits she had brought were not glamorous enough "Everything is here in your locker, don't worry" Sophie replied, with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. "It's just me and you tonight, only two clients. Should be great fun!" Alice surprised herself by feeling slightly disappointed. She realised she had been hoping that Rachel would be there, with her full, wet mouth and probing, soft, sensual fingers... She stopped herself and realised she had been about to touch herself through her skirt just thinking about it. Blushing a deep red she turned around and sat down on a bench, pressing the edge of it into her crotch and wriggling on it to stop her need to pee being quite so severe. "Sorry, I..." She said, red faced. "Don't worry," replied the brunette. "I was the same when I started. Had to make myself cum about 8 times a day for the first month just to calm myself down." She winked slowly at Alice and looked her up and down, which only served to increase Alice's arousal. "Oh, I don't... erm... No, I haven't..." Alice chuckled bashfully, unsure of what to say when faced with such a brazen admission. "Shut up!" Sophie replied with her mouth open. "You haven't touched yourself since last week??" "I've never.. erm... never done that!" Alice muttered under her breath, finishing her cocktail with a slurp. "Shit, girl, you must be going out of your mind. This place is the sexiest place I've ever been, and your interview was one of the sexiest things i've ever seen! How could you stand not cumming after that?!" "It's been... difficult" Sophie looked long and hard at the wriggling girl and after a few moments, said "I've got just the thing for you tonight. Get dressed." Alice stood up with an effort, clenching her pee hole closed, and pulled a dress identical to Sophie's but in black out of the locker. 'What the hell was in the drink??' she thought to herself for the second time that week. She undressed slowly, being careful not to jolt her bladder. Her top and bra came off with her legs crossed, but she had to twist her skirt to unzip it and it put awful pressure on her bladder. "Fuck, not yet!" she moaned, sliding her legs frantically past each other as she buried her hand in her crotch. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood there in black lace panties, hand in her crotch, as she tried to decide the best way to get the dress on without pissing in it before the night had even started. "You are so beautiful" Said Sophie, coming round from behind the lockers. "And damn sexy when you hold yourself. Is it that bad already?" Alice nodded and whimpered. She had drunk a lot of water and two mugs of tea before coming just in case she didn't need to pee enough.It was all hitting her at once now and she collapsed to her knees, sitting on her heel, grinding it into her crotch. Together, they squeezed Alice into the dress. It felt way too tight around her bladder and she didn't dare get up. There was no room for a bra under the dress and Alice was sitting on her heel so there was no way to get the dress past her hips without her standing. "OK, ready?" Said Sophie, who had started to wriggle around herself. "One, two.... three" Alice clenched as hard as she could, stood up, and her hand flew to her crotch. She had gotten so desperate so quickly again, but this time after the last five days of sexual denial, she was also getting uncontrollably horny. This was easily the most desperate she had been since her interview, and it seemed, now, that desperation was directly linked to arousal. Even just with her hand in her crotch, not moving, on the outside of her panties she felt her legs getting weak and her breath becoming shallow, her face reddening. "No, no" Sophie intervened. "Not yet beautiful," Alice was returned to the real world and realised she had her eyes closed and was leaning against the lockers. She looked down at herself, dress hiked up around her hips, hand on her small panties. She blushed again. "Sorry, I... I don't know what..." Sophie stepped over so she was within an inch of Alice's face. Her beautiful perfume and bouncy chestnut hair occupying all of Alice's senses apart from those in her bladder. She leaned in and sensually, softly and fragrantly kissed Alice on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds but to Alice it felt like weeks. She was breathless again and her knees were shaking, half from her desperate attempt to hold her bladder, half from how close she was to orgasm. "Plenty of time for orgasms. Plenty of them." She was still so close Alice could have licked her. "The clients are arriving now and we need to be ready." she whispered in Alice's ear. "Take off your panties" "I can't, I'll piss myself" the poor girl moaned, legs bouncing back and forward. "You can do this" A soft whisper Alice took a deep breath, concentrated with all her strength on holding her pee, and released her hand. "Aaaaaaaaah" screamed the poor tortured girl with the sheer effort of holding her pee hole closed without her hand to help. Her chest was heaving, breasts almost coming out of the small cups that the dress provided. With one swift movement, Sophie bent down, pulled the black panties down to Alice's ankles and replaced Alice's hand with her own, jamming it between the tanned thighs which were pounding up and down, mincing together in a last ditch effort to hold on. "Oh. My. God." Exclaimed Sophie as Alice stood, trembling, her whole body shaking as she fought the wave of pee inside her. "You are unbelievably wet. I have literally never felt anything like this!" Sophie's fingers were sliding aroung between Alice's legs as she writhed, leaning against the lockers. "I... Can't ....Stop" She screamed. She could feel a wave building up inside her. Her whole body was burning, shaking, tingling with the most incredible feeling she could ever imagine. Her toes went numb, followed by her fingers, and still Sophie's hand slid around the soft, slippery wetness between her legs, Alice's bladder felt like it was ready to explode. Pain shot through her stomach and down into her crotch, mixing with the intense pleasure she was getting from Sophie. She writhed and groaned, faster and harder. "I... Seriously..." She breathed "Can't..." With that Alice collapsed against the lockers and Sophie reached around behind her to steady her, pressing into her stomach accidentally. The second she did so, a loud hissing sound burst from between Alice's legs and she screamed, on the very edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. "No! Stop!" Said Sophie urgently, breathing heavily and looking flushed herself. Alice started retreating from the edge of orgasm. "Please, keep touching! Almost... There..." But Sophie had removed her hand and was repeating herself. "Stop!!" With a superhuman effort, Alice pulled all her strength together and cut off the flow of pee. She had peed for about fifteen seconds. Not nearly enough to satisfy her desperate bladder, but enough to enable her stand without holding herself. "Why?" She asked breathlessly, chest heaving and feeling slowly returning to her toes. "You have to be desperate for the clients," replied Sophie with a wink. "But I need to..." Alice was returning to herself now. Still desperate to pee, still desperate for an orgasm, but still bashful. She admonished herself for almost saying 'cum' infront of someone else! She hastily pulled her dress down to cover her still dripping vagina, noticing the fluid coating the inside of her thighs. "Like I say, plenty of time," Sophie smiled mischeviously. She pulled out a strange looking device that looked like a three pronged rubber fork but with the three prongs arranged in a triangle and the handle missing. "This is for you". Sophie stepped towards Alice again and slowly pulled up her dress, once again revealing her neatly trimmed hair and shining wet crotch. Alice was wriggling a little with desperation but she allowed Alice to guide the rubber fork into her pussy. One prong reached inside her, pressing gently on the inside of her, right against her g-spot. Alice gasped sharply as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. 'Another woman is putting something inside me!' her mind shouted, almost as loud as her bladder was shouting. The second and third prongs reached outside, one on either side of her enlarged clitoris which was slippery and begging to be touched. The prongs brushed it slightly and Alice shuddered with pleasure, almost losing control of her bladder again. "Shit!" she shouted instinctively, and her hand shot to her crotch. To her surprise, the little toy was so well fitted to her that she could barely feel it, even with her hand against her naked crotch. She bounced up and down on the spot a little, regaining composure. "There, that should do it" Said Sophie with a smile. "What is that thing??" "A vibrator," Alice blushed, yet again. "I've never... used..." "Then you're in for a treat," replied Sophie. "Because I've got the controller for yours and now..." she reached down to Alice's crotch and did something Alice couldn't see. "You've got the controller for mine. "Watch" Sophie pulled her skirt up, revealing neatly trimmed hair that was just long enough to curl. She put her hand into her crotch, as if to stop herself peeing. It was, quite simply, the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen. As soon as Sophie touched her crotch, an incredible thing started happening to Alice. All at once, she felt like she was about to burst with pee, her clit was shooting fireworks into her body she screamed in pleasure. Sophie took her hand away. "You can't be that obvious!" she said, chuckling. "We're not really supposed to use these, but because they're so small nobody ever notices. But they will if you have a screaming orgasm every time I hold myself! I'll be doing that a lot tonight!" Alice could see stars. She felt like her world had just exploded with pleasure. "I thought I was going to pee right then!" "That's the g-spot, it'll do that to you," Sophie grinned. "Come on, we're late, and I am bursting for a pee. Let's get this show started." The two girls straightened themselved up and, wriggling and bending over slightly at the waist, they got back in the elevator... ...To be continued
  8. Bees

    An Extreme Hold!

    Hey, I'm back! 😄 As you may know, I ran out of ideas with my last story, but if this goes like I think I will, then this one won't end as abruptly, and I can keep it going for a while. ^_^ My basic idea for this one is, a girl who enjoys holding it wakes up one day and decides to hold for a long period of time. You guys get to choose the girl, how long she holds for (or tries to), what she does, who she meets, and where she goes. (When she finally loses it, I will keep it going with later stories of the girl and her friends. c:) First of all, we'll have to pick the girl. What is her age? I'm thinking anywhere from 15-25, but any age is fine. Her hair colour? Any colour is fine, really. 😛 Her bust size? Doesn't have to be exact, either, 'big' and 'small' work just as well. Her holding capacity? Her name? And finally, is she just a human? Or should we mix this up and make her a neko? (And depending on the girl in question, I might be able to make a picture of her in the program I use called Kisekae 2. :P)
  9. A NEW TOILET IN THE HOUSE (NOTE! The following stories will be a bit different from what has been requested! I just want to make sure i took the idea from somewhere on this site!) A couple from New Zealand found their toilet to be broken and they decided it's time to buy a new one but tomorrow cause it's too late(10:30 p.m.) so they will go shopping tomorrow in the morning. Actually, the boy was the only one who went shopping cause his gf is an oversleeper and he wanted to avoid the long lines or queues so he woke up early. When she finally woke up, she saw her bf with the new toilet, but the toilet looked unusual to her as it's a new high technology toilet. It can talk,it can clean itself,the toilet seat can be up and down depends on your vocal message, that means whenever you say flush the toilet, it flushes by itself as an example. And something very interesting: it also has password so you can lock/unlock the toilet at anytime. But she doesn't seem to be so happy. Her: Sorry, babe! I don't want to make you upset but i kinda dislike this new toilet you bought. Him: Are you kidding me? It is like the iPhones we have, a new thing in technology. Please let me show you how does it work! Her: no,no please! away! (a bit mad and slightly pushed his hands away) Him: are you okay, honey? Her: I told you i don't like it so i think i won't use it anyway! It's just so hard for me to get used to some things. He knows her very well, anytime when it's something she doesn't like, she gets so mad that she can push smth or someone so hard even her bf. So he decides to play with her so she can start to behave nicely no matter if she likes something or not. He just dislikes to see her mad for unknown/stupid reason. Him: Fine, you give me no choice. Her: What do you mean? Him: I'm gonna put a password so the toilet will be locked. And don't try to ask me about the password cause you said you will not use the toilet, didn't you? Him: But don't worry i will tell you my password if you change your mind but with one condition: you have to do what i tell you or you can pee wherever you want but i won't do that if i were you. Her: why? Him: cause i don't want to get caught, you know? You have two options, it's your choice,babe. (He left but not before to give her a kiss) Her(realizing she did something stupid): Oh fuck! What have i done? TO BE CONTINUED
  10. ****let me know what you guys think and if you want me to continue in the comments.** CHAPTER 1 The funeral was for some old guy in the town that everyone knew. Even for those who didn’t, they recognized the face in the obituary and could remember the fella from town events over the years. Which is why his funeral was PACKED. A line of people dressed up in fancy clothes was outside the door, that lead inside, down a hallway (which created a crowd in front of the bathrooms) and into the room for people to pay their last respects to the man in the casket who laid dead with a smile on his face though. At least a hundred chairs were aligned in rows in front of the casket where people could sit for a while before they left. Ashely was a tall, tan school teacher with a swimsuit model body. Her long black hair graced over her shoulders, and along with her white heels she wore a dark, SHORT green dress. Her amazing legs from years of volleyball in high school and college made calfs no guy could look away from. As she paid her respects and gave grace to the family, she knew her family would stay a while so she sat down. It did not take long for a cute guy to sit next to her (hitting on someone at a funeral…what has it come to?) but as Ashley smiled, trying to enjoy the company, the three bottles of water she had during her workout were fighting to get out of her bladder. She crossed her delicious legs tight. Liz was a blonde girl and with her dark hair friend Avery. Both had their hair in ponytails, but wore different outfits. Liz had black nylons over her nice legs with meat on them with her gray mini skirt. She wore a purple sweater over it. Avery got more casual sort of when dressing up. She wore a blue dress shirt, black nylons that left her ankles and feet exposed (she wore dress shoes over them) and each girl held their hips and squirmed back and forth, as pressures in their bladders grew. Why did so many girls forget to pee before big events in which getting to a bathroom would be hard?!? Jamie had an athletic tan body as well, with long brown hair. Her black dress pants were tight with white lines for design over them, and wore purple heels that matched the purple top she wore with the top buttons opened. She waited for her friends to finish their respects. She asked, “Can we go now? I had to leave the office early, and didn’t get a chance to pee.” Her friend said, “Jamie you always have to pee. Cross your legs or something. We’re going to stay and talk to people. Next time drive yourself here.” Jamie, annoyed, stomped her heel on the floor making a clicking sound that aroused a couple guys (and one girl) nearby. Her tight, round butt had the pants ride up the crack just a little. She placed her hands against her crotch, and someone poured water from a fountain into their cup which made her desperation grow a tad bit. Just like all the other girls who were in their twenties, Felicia was as well, and very pretty. Short, skinny, but had some muscle, and wore dark colors. She had dark blonde hair that did not hand past her facial cheeks, black nylons on her legs, black boots, silver dress short that had short sleeves and went over the crotch, and a black jacket over it. Having sat for a while with her uncle who ran the funeral home and was working that day there, waking up and showing up late, Felicia barely had time for a shower let alone a pee. Felicia sat with her hands in her lap, and barely felt the urge to pee. She was mostly just bored and wanted to get up. So she said she was going to the bathroom. There was no work to do at the moment. When she got there, she grabbed the door handle, but it wouldn’t turn. She knocked, but heard nothing. She figured someone was just taking time. Damn place only had one bathroom for women, and another for men. Felicia leaned against the wall, hands in pockets, one leg stepped back against it, whistling as she waited. With the water fountain nearby, people poured water into their paper cups and the stream made her pressure increase a little as she felt a couple small, but sharp pulses in her bladder. “Can’t this chick hurry up?” she said to herself. Eventually, Avery and Liz lined up behind her, still moving their hips back and forth. Ashley showed up not long after (having told the guy she be right back) and Jamie, who probably had to pee worse than all of them, felt a pulse rage inside her bladder that was hot and sharp every other minute or so. She was annoyed four people were in front of her, tossing her arms in the air like, “Really?!?” She tapped her heel, arms folded across her chest, and the girls waited. LINE (front->back): Felicia, Avery, Liz, Ashley, and Jamie. (Felicia is in front, just to make sure 100% clear) TO BE CONTINUED….
  11. If you are coming to this without having read the earlier parts, here are links to: The introduction (which sets the scene) - part 1 Part 2 (which describes the events at the viewing day before the auction) Links from them will take you back to here. [Luke and I walked home together, weary, and reminiscing about the sights from that day. We hoped tomorrow would not be a disappointment; we were sure it would not. I was looking forward to a long soak in a warm bath. With a couple of my most attentive maiden slaves. Red-headed Leena, and raven-haired Fran would be perfect. I would be disappointed if they had not been drinking plenty of water all day. I would keep them desperate in the bathroom until they could wait no longer and had to pee on the tiles.] Day 2 - auction day I woke up just before sunrise, with Leena, warm and soft, sleeping snuggled against my chest. I stroked the curve of her back, and, drowsily, her hand started to explore my body. For the first time, I found myself wondering about her experiences before she joined our household. ‘Leena.’ ‘mmmmm?’ ‘That’s good. But if you keep on with that, I’m going to have to fuck you again.’ ‘Good. I want you to fuck me.’ ‘Leena.’ ‘I went to the slave market yesterday. Have you ever been there?’ ‘Of course. Where do you think your dad bought me? Did nobody want to buy you?’ ‘Cheeky! I was looking.’ ‘I bet they were selling the girls. That’s why you are so hard now! Did you watch the girls pissing?’ ‘I saw lots. They weren’t allowed out of the cages. They had to pee on the floor when they needed to go. Did they put you in a cage?’ ‘Of course. I’m a slave.’ ‘Did you pee in the cage?’ ‘Of course. I was there all day. There was nowhere else to piss. We all pissed on the floor.’ ‘What was that like?’ ‘Horrible. I was really scared because nobody told me anything. I had been brought up as a slave in a big house, a bit like this. One day I was just told to get in a wagon outside my house. There were other girls my age inside already, but we didn’t know where we were going. We were taken to a sort of prison for a few days, then to another prison in the big tent. On the second day there, we were all woken up early, given breakfast, ordered to have a pooh, and then we had to undress. The hairdressers and manicurists did our hair and got us ready. That was nice. It was the first time since I left home that anyone had been kind and helped me look good. I still didn’t know what was happening, and nobody would tell me. ‘Then, when I was ready, with about six other girls, we were pushed into the big hall. That’s what you saw yesterday?’ ‘Yes’, I replied. ‘Go on.’ ‘They took us across the hall to a big cage. Other girls were in other cages already. They told us not to call out to them or we’d be punished. They brought lots of cold, sweet coffee to us. That was a real treat. Slaves don’t often get coffee. We were in the empty room for a long time, while the other girls were being prepared. We didn’t know why we were locked in the cage or how long we were going to be there. We were just told we wouldn’t be hurt if we did as we were told.’ ‘But you knew you were at the market?’ I asked. ‘No. We didn’t know where we were, or why. One of the other girls asked when she could get out to go to the toilet. They told her to just wait. She was really desperate by the time people started to come in to look at us. She was holding herself and pee-dancing. ‘Mmmmm,’ she continued. (She was running her fingers up and down my twitching cock.) ‘She was completely naked. You could see everything. Bum, tits, cunt. You like hearing about this, don’t you?’ ‘Yes.’ I said. ‘Just like I enjoyed watching you wet your pants last night. Tell me more. What happened to her?’ ‘She asked again if she could get out for a pee and they said we had to stay in the cage all day. They told her to pee in the cage if she couldn’t hold it. ‘So did she hold it?’ ‘Of course not. She couldn’t. None of us could. Not when we were there all day. We all pissed when we had to, with men watching us like we were animals in a zoo.’ ‘Was she the first to piss?’ ‘In our cage, yes, I think so. She just suddenly sat on the floor and made a big puddle where she was sitting. She cried. I couldn’t hold it then either and I began to wet myself. I couldn’t stop and so I just went down and pissed on the floor.’ ‘Did you cry?’ I asked. ‘A little bit. None of us liked being undressed. We were all trying to cover ourselves up with our hands. We asked for something to wear and they told us we were on display. So we were already feeling like we were really wrong, being naked. And then we couldn’t go anywhere to piss and had to just let go and do it while everybody was looking.’ ‘Did you have to pee again?’ ‘Yes, four times I think. There were so many people watching and looking all the time. I just held on and held on. Each time it got to the point where I was almost bursting and I realised I just had to do it. So I would just crouch down and let it flow.’ ‘And people were watching you all the time?’ ‘Yes. And getting off on it. One lad – he must have been about your age – was playing with himself in his toga when I started peeing. He was staring, trying to look up my legs as I was going. I thought, well fuck you, and parted my legs for a moment so he could get a good view. That was enough to make him cum. Actually I quite liked that. He made such a mess in his toga. He went bright red. Anyway, it’s your turn. I’m going to make you cum again right now.’ ‘And how are you going to do that?’ I was remembering her from last night, her loose clothes so sheer and flimsy that I could see her body almost as clearly as if she had been naked. She had stood in front of me, legs slightly parted and pissed into her baggy harem pants. Through the material I could see the sparkling stream cascading to wet her pants which then clung to her legs. ‘I’m going to fuck you’ she replied. And with that she rolled me on my back and in the same movement straddled me, grabbed me and guided my cock to slide into her cunt as she lowered herself to take me inside her. She was right. She did make me cum again and it didn’t take long.
  12. I remember there was this video of an omorashi actress known as jayne who was doing an interview and she was waiting for her boss to get back. She had to stay there and talk important calls in the meantime. Throughout the video she phoned for soemone to cover for her but they said they couldnt help her with that. The full video was maybe about 20 minutes (more or less) I can't seem to find it anymore. If I have to pay for the clip I would be willing to if I can find it in hte 1st place.
  13. ILoveOmorashi

    The Merchant's Wife

    Kumiko didn’t know exactly how long she had been tied to the wooden post since her abductors put her there, but it was long enough to induce an urgent need to urinate. She was already terrified about what might happen to her and the ropes pulled tightly across her body and arms (which were also tied behind the post at her wrists) hurt, but her greatest concern at the moment was her full bladder. She did, however, know how she got here. Her husband was a moderately wealthy merchant who owed gangsters a lot of money, and she was walking home just several hours before when suddenly she was grabbed by four men and dragged her into a nearby alley, one putting his mouth over her hand before she could scream while another tied her hands behind her back. Then she was gagged and put in a storage compartment and taken to the house they were at now. Kumiko wasn’t sure where exactly it was, but looking at the cellar she was in, it was a good guess that it was still in the Nihonbashi business district (gangsters and merchants could sometimes be one and the same). She wondered how long she would be in this position. Even in the unlikely event that her husband had contacted the local police, they were made up of samurai who normally considered the merchant class parasites, so any case involving merchants would be of low priority for them. Just then, the cellar door slid open and two people stepped down. It was one of the lackeys who abducted her and the head gangster’s lover, who was young and attractive, but also had a mean countenance and wore a gaudy print kimono. Kumiko herself was still a rather attractive woman at 33. “The boss said we need to check on the woman,” she heard the lackey saying. When they walked toward her, the mean-looking gangster’s girl laughed and said, “What does the rich lady have to say?” and pulled down her gag. Kumiko’s need to urinate was now extremely urgent and she decided to ask her captors to take care of it. “I need to use the place of relief. Could you please untie me?” She was seated in a kneeling position while tied up and her legs were noticeably squeezed together underneath the kimono. The girl cackled maliciously and the lackey chuckled with her. “So the rich lady needs to piss, does she?” she said. “Well, that’s just too bad! You’re not going anywhere until your husband pays us.” “Please, it’s really an emergency…” The rest of Kumiko’s plea was muffled by the gag being put back in her mouth. They both laughed a little again. “Come on, let’s go back upstairs,” the lackey said. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” the mean girl exclaimed. “Let’s invite the lady to the party!” Then they both ran upstairs and about a minute later, the lackey came back down into the cellar with another dull-looking lackey and they untied her from the post (her hands were still bound behind her) and dragged her upstairs. Her bladder was screaming at her now. Upstairs, Kumiko could see that there was a party going on in the i-ma, and more. Three couples were openly making love. A drunken homely woman was plucking a samisen and singing, doing both poorly. Empty sake bottles were strewn about on the tatami. But she mostly noticed the tattooed, middle-aged oyabun sitting in the middle of it all looking seemingly detached. He then looked over at Kumiko and flashed a devious grin. “How nice of you to join us”, he said humorously. “Kobun, let our guest speak.” The dullard kobun took off her gag again. She had only one thing to say: “Please untie me, I really need to make water!” she pleaded, close to tears. Her desperation was so great now that she forgot her formality. She was standing in front of them with her hands still bound behind her and legs were trembling. Almost everyone else in the room laughed at her plea. The oyabun just smiled. “You can make water right now if you wish”, he replied. His girlfriend cackled. “But we’re not letting you go until your deadbeat husband pays up.” Kumiko couldn’t believe he just suggested that she wet her kimono! “PLEASE, I…” The gag was put back on. “Tie her to the pillar over there,” the oyabun ordered. “I’m going to bed now.” Then he retired upstairs, leaving Kumiko to the mercy of his underlings, his cruel woman, and his guests. She was tied to another wooden post in a standing position, in tremendous pain from her need to urinate. “Let’s see if she pisses herself”, the mean girl said suddenly. Then she, the four other women and dumb kobun kneeled in front of Kumiko. “Aw, what’s the matter? Do you need to go bad?” she teased. And for the next two hours, Kumiko struggled with all her might to keep from wetting herself while the cruel women, the kobun and other guests watched as if it were a bunraku show. She squirmed against the ropes, shifted from foot to foot and squeezed her legs and thighs together and perspired heavily. With her wrists bound behind her, there was no way she could put them in her crotch in an attempt to relieve some of the agony like she desired to. Finally, she couldn’t hold it any longer and let out a muffled cry as her swollen bladder let go. Urine poured down her legs and splashed onto the wooden floor below, forming a puddle that also ran onto the tatami. It also left a wet patch on the lower front of her silk blossom-print kimono and a larger patch of wetness in the back that urine both streamed and dripped from. Kumiko’s face turn red from humiliation and she began to sob, tears streaming down her cheeks. The oyabun’s woman laughed, danced around and clapped her hands with delight at the sight of this. The others just stared in stunned amazement, the kobun getting an obvious erection underneath his kimono. As Kumiko sunk to the floor as much as the ropes allowed and sobbed, she hoped her bakka husband would pay up soon.
  14. Hi guys, I know I haven't posted much recently, I've had a lot going on, and a serious case of writers block. I have about 5 stories all half finished. I finished this one a few years ago, but have never posted it for fear that it may reference people and websites that are real. If this isn't allowed, please remove it. My inspiration was a fantasy about a certain pee site, trying to have a day of filming and paying good money for real desperation. It is nothing more than a fantasy. I appreciate that it mentions the site, and I am not for 1 second intimating this is how they operate. I am sure they are a very professional outfit who treat the girls with nothing other than 100% respect. From a fantasy standpoint though, where's the fun in that! I would love your feedback. The instructions she had been given were very clear! But she did not like them! "You will be picked up, at 9 AM. You must not have pee'd by then, it is vital that you forgo your morning pee. On top of this, you must have drunk a MINIMUM of 2 litres of water by the time of your arrival, and you must have taken this pill at least 30 minutes prior to you quoted pick up time" Laura glanced at the packet in her hand. "Super diuretic tablet", it read. "To stimulate the desire to urinate". "Fuck" muttered Laura to no-one in particular, going back to the instruction card. "Any failure to adhere to these rules may result in a reduction of fees, or no fee being paid whatsover. You will be required to shoot 5 scenes throughout the day, a theme of which will be desperation. It is absolutely vital that you begin the day full, as the light will fade before we can complete the shoot if this is not the case. We at sneaky appreciate that this will be uncomfortable, but this discomfort is reflected in the fees that we pay! All quoted fees are subject to performance. See you soon, Sneaky" It was mid November and Laura was in dire need of money. Christmas was just around the corner, and she had lost her job after the credit crunch squeezed her tight. She was struggling to pay her rent each week, let alone think about Christmas presents. She had always thought herself quite good looking and liberated, and had applied to a couple of modelling agencies, but they were feeling the pinch too, and were only looking for new teenage models, and at 24 that put her out of luck. She was desperate for money and a search on the internet uncovered a site called sneakypee. It basically showed women , who needed a pee, squatting down in public, showing their full desperate pee streams. Laura was a bit taken aback at first. Why would anyone pay to watch women wee? But, the more she thought about it, the easier it seemed. She had only pee'd outside once, at Glastonbury about 3 years ago. She had been so desperate that day, and the queues for the portaloo were so long, that she squatted behind a bush. It didn't turn her on, it was done out of necessity, but it was easy! The fees on offer too were outstanding. £150 lump sum for a days shoot, plus £100 for every shoot that made it to the website (Which was pretty much all of them, the only reason they didn't make it was if a girl couldn't go, didn't produce a long enough stream, or was caught in the act causing an aborted shoot). On top of this, there was a £250 a shoot bonus for any shoot that was included on a dvd (Usually the ones which looked real and showed the most genuine desperation) and £1000 bonus for the website users shoot of the month! Basically, if you were the most desperate girl that month, producing some epic fotage, for one days work, you could stand to earn up to £2900. That was money that could change her life, and she wasted no time in signing up! She had woken up late that morning getting out of bed at 8:10, and had run straight to the bathroom for her morning pee. This had been a ritual she had followed for as long as she could remember. She always needed to go after a full nights sleep, and some mornings she had to run for fear of leaking. This morning though, as she had run to the bathroom, she had remembered the instruction card, and not peed. Her bladder sent signals as she stood and washed herself down, and brushed her teeth! It was like it didn't understand what she was doing to it, and it wanted to release. She gave herself a little squeeze though, as she got dressed, and dashed downstairs. It was now 8:25 as she measured out her first litre of water! God it was so much and she really struggled to drink it all. As she measured out her second litre, she remembered the tablet, and had re read the instruction card! She didn't want to do anything to risk her payday, but she was so full already, she was going to be totally desperate when they arrived, even without the diuretic! Then she thought more about it, and thought, well, I suppose my first shoot won't be long after they pick me up, and the most desperate girl could win a grand, I'll be OK! With that she downed the tablet, and started on her next litre of water! By the time 9 o'clock rolled around she was virtually climbing the walls. Her bladder was bulging and aching, sending pangs of desperation. She had never felt such pressure before. Her left hand was working furiously between her legs when she heard a car horn outside her house. "Thank fuck" she muttered, "lets get this show on the road", and she hobbled outside, knowing her bladder would be releived soon! The scene that greeted her though made her almost cry out loud. The car that was picking her up was a people carrier, there was a male driver, and an older woman in the passenger seat, she guessed these were the producers, but in the back there were already 4 women, and each of them looked in need of a ladies room! She pulled open the door to the people carrier, her left hand still buried deep into her vulva, working at her desperate, quivering pee hole. She was so desperate, and couldn't quite beleive the effect the diuretic had had on her. She had gone from a low, dull ache after skipping her morning pee, to burning, desperate, urgent need to pee in under half an hour. As she stepped into the people carrier, she was greeted with a scene which could only be described as chaos. There were already 4 girls in the vehicle, and they were very obviously, very desperate to pee! As she sat down on the last available seat, she sighed with the temporary relief it afforded her frantic pussy, before the girl behind her shouted out, "Please, oh god please, she has to be the last one, I can't hold on for much longer, we need to start this shoot soon, or there will be a puddle in this car, pleeeeeeasssse, I need to wee" "OK Girls" said the woman in the passenger seat, ignoring the desperate plea, and the obvious desperation form each of the girls in the car. "I am pleased to see that you have all followed the instructions carefully. You may feel like you are desperate to pee now, but the human bladder is a very flexible organ, and you can always hold it in for a lot longer than you think. So, we're going to do some quick introductions before we drive to our first location, and one of you will get their first relief. Its going to be a long day for you girls, and I won't lie its going to be hard. Your going to hurt like you never thought possible, and you'll surprise yourselves with what you can endure, but then thats why we pay such high premiums. You will be full all day, I have plenty of diuretic pills, and plenty of water, you'll not be empty for long, but rest assured the better the desperation the more we pay! A quick word of warning though, I will not tolerate urine on the upholstery, and accidents will result in penalties, so it is imperitve that you hold on!" "Oh shit" cried the girl who had made the earlier fuss, "oh god please, you don't understand, I am so so full, I'm in agony here, I have to pee in like the next minute or I will have an accident, this is crazy" OK Mark, she said to the driver, this little piss whore in the back is making a fuss, lets get to our first location, and with that he started the engine and set off. Laura was in agony now, and had instinctively buried her hand into her crotch. Anyone could see the other 4 girls were as desperate as her, but did this mean she had to wait for them to go first, oh, she didn't know if she could! She was so bursting! A strange silence descended over the car as it drove, save for the odd gasp, of frantic yelp, or agonised cry of "oh god, oh please hurry" or "I need a wee". It drove for about 5 minutes before pulling into the side of the road. "OK ladies" said the woman, the location for our first shoot is just up here, "out you hop" She got out and opened the door to the people carrier. "OK all 5 of you are involved in this shoot, but not in the way some of you may think." As she spoke the driver got out and started to film as the 5 girls got out of the car. The scene must have looked insane as 4 desperate girls openly held themselves and pee danced furiously. "2 of you will get to pee at this location, the other 3 will act as lookouts". "Oh SHIT" yelped the openly desperate girl who had been making such a fuss in the car. "It has to be me first, it literally has to, I'm going to piss myself in the next 5 seconds" Pandora smirked at her as she said, "This is the scenario, Jess and Clare will be peeing here, and "NOOOOO", wailed the other girl, over the top of her, "NO, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, I'm not kidding here, this is a full blown emergency, you have to change the order and let me pee here, I can't wait" Laura knew exactly how she felt, but just bit her lip and started a frantic pee pee dance. Pandora turned and shot her the most hateful glare I have ever seen. "LOOK" she snarled "you are here through choice, and we are paying good money, very good money infact, for you to do as instructed. This is a fetish video, and you knew what you were getting yourself into. You can wait, and you will wait, and if I hear another peep out of you will go last. If your not happy with that you can leave now, go and piss your panties or something and fuck of home like a pathetic loser, receiving no money, and ruining the day for these other girls! If you want to earn your money, then shut your mouth and cross your legs! The theme is desperation, and that is what you will provide us, now hold on tight and wait until I say you can pee!" "I....I'm sorry" she stammered, pressing her hand into her crotch, "but I'm really, really desperate, I don't mean to make such a fuss, but I don't know how much longer I can wait". "Good" snapped Pandora, "don't you think every one of these girls feels the same way. You've each taken an very, very strong diuretic, and drank a lot of liquid, you are all desperate, but you must wait. Why do you think we pay so much money, now I'm sorry, but as I said, at this location Jess and Clare will be peeing, the other 3 of you will act as look outs." "OK, this is the scene girls, Jess, your going to stagger over to that portaloo over there, acting as desperate as possible, when you arive you will notice an out of order sign on the door of the ladies, and will frantically run to the gents, you will beg Clare to keep a lookout for you while you use it, as it is only a urinal style loo and there is no lock. You will go in and hoik up your skirt, pushing your sweaty little pussy over the urinal, and letting rip with a gusher, after 20 seconds Clare, you will burst in on her declaring that someone is coming and she has to stop, Jess, you will immediately clamp of your flow and reposition your panties, Clare, now acting utterly desperate will run into the woods and find a tree to squat behind, fully emptying your frantic bladder, do you all understand. "oooh yessss, wailed Jess, now fully aware that she was to be the first girl to find relief, come on, lets start." "OK you 3" said Pandora, "get yourselves spread out and in position, if anyone comes then you need to alert our attention so we can abort the shoot" She directed the 3 lookouts where to stand and as they staggered off to there spots she said "OK, action" Jess needed no second bidding and immediately set off to the portaloo, accompanied by Clare. "oooh god, I need a wee" she said, as the cameras focused closely on her desperate pouting face, this wasn't an acting roll for her, although she had not been as vocal as some of the other girls, she had been the first to be picked up , and she was going frantic with need, "oh god, shit" she said again, if I don't get to a toilet in the next minute I'm going to wet my knickers, it really is that bad" "oooooh me too" responded Clare, I'm literally bursting here, Come on Jess, the loo is just there" "Oh fuck, oh god, hurry" wailed Jess, droppiong her hand to her crotch as she rounded the corner, to be confronted by the out of order sign on the ladies room door. She thudded into it, to find it wouldn't budge, and immediately strted a very exaggerate pee dance, "Oh Clare, oh god Clare help me, what am I going to do, I need a wee so badly, I can't hold it in, I'm going to wee myself" "Look, Jess, come on, the mens room is open, we'll have to use that" said Clare, her own hand now working furiously beneah her skirt "Oh shit, yes, come on Clare, its a real emergency, I absolutely have to pee" stammered Jess, staggering over to the door marked 'gentlemen'. She pushed it, and to her sheer delight it opened, "oh thank god she cried, "oh I need to pee now". "Oh no" said Clare as they both entered the dingy mens room. There was no cubicle, and only 1 filthy urinal. "What are we going to do" asked Clare" "Oh shit, its coming out, keep a lookout, she wailed, as Jess moved into the doorway of the awful mens room, and Clare started to pull aside her panties. There was no need for acting now as her pussy throbbed, she tried frantically to manouver herself over the urinal, when a frantic spurt escaped, followed by another, then a blast erupted from her, as she allowed herself to relax. The relief was intense, her whole body tingled as her pee came flooding out of her, when Jess ran in and shouted, "Clare, quick, someones coming" "FUCK, shouted Clare, not even slightly acting now, as she desperately tried to clamp herself shut. Her bladder ached, as she desperately fought to get control of herself. "Quick Clare" repeated jess from the door. Clare was in agony as she managed to stem the desperate tide, and snap her thin, damp, panties back into place over her only partially relieved pussy, and she staggered out, to be greeted by the sight of jess doing her own frantic dance. She was shocked to see that there actually was a man approaching them, but Jess wasn't concerned by this now, as she stammered, "qu..quick Clare, o-o-over here, and started a frantic hobbled dash towards the tree line round the edge of the park. Clare followed, her hand pressed firmly into her crotch, as Jess pulled ahead, as soon as she reached the tree line, she turned quickly to ace her, pouting in sheer frantic, desperation. "Keep a lookout Clare, I can't wait" she said, as she quickly pulled down her leggins and knickers, dropping into a squat. before her knickers were even fully clear a thick, gushing stream of pee erupted from her. Jess threw her head back, in sheer ecstasy, her face a picture of pure relief, as her stream hissed noisilly from her cunt, splashing against the ground. "Ohhh yesssssss, she moaned, oh god I needed this, I couldn't wait" Her stream gushed from her for a full minute and a half before she was empty, and she staggered to her feet, yanking up her knickers and leggings, with a visible wet spot on the crotch, where she had briefly lost it in her desperate scramble. He kneees quivered, her relief had felt so good. "Can I finish off here" asked Clare, her hand, once again buried in her crotch, but she was interrupted by Pandora yelling "CUT" "back to the bus now girls" The scene back at the bus was chaos. The 3 girls who hadn't found relief at the first shoot were climbing the walls in sheer and utter desperation. The desperate girl who had made such a scene earlier, burst into tears as they were told to get back into the people carrier. "please, she begged, is there no way you can do my shoot here too, I don't think I can hold it anymore, I have never been so desperate to pee in my life. "oh god, me too chimed the other girl. How long do you think it will be until you let us pee?" "You knew the score when you signed up" snapped Pandora. "You are working for a day, and your work is pee desperation. What we provide our customers is authentic desperation and truly desperate pee streams. No acting, no bullshit, and they pay top money for that. In turn we pay you girls top money. You won't find better pay for any other porn work, and nowhere near as much for basic modelling. We advertised clearly that we were a desperation fetish site. You 5 girls will be desperate to pee all day, but that is why you are here. Now follow the instructions I give you, or get out now. Any complaints??" Laura bit her lip. Her need to pee more intense than she had ever experienced, she pressed her fingers into her crotch and bit her lip. The other 2 also silently complied, but there was no doubting they were all desperate for a pee. As the car pulled out and set off to its next location Pandora spoke. OK ladies, our next shoot is a risky one. Its a very public loacation. We had planned that Sarah was to find her relief here, but her constant whining is doing my head in, so she can wait a bit longer. Natalie, you will be peeing next. "Oh thank god" gasped the girl sat next to me, but Sarah went crazy again. "stop the car, I mean it stop this car now or I swear I'll piss myself" she screamed "you can't torture us like this" her legs scissored wildly as her fingers worked furiously against the crotch of her white leggings. "oh for christs sake" said Pandora angrilly, here we go again. "I don't care" crried Sarah, I'm sorry, I'm literally about to piss myself, I've never felt this desperate before in all of my life, I don't even care about the money, just please let me me pee, anywhere, NOWWWWWWWWW, I can't wait". "For fucks sake" snapped Pandora back at her. "OK, I can offer you an emergency pitstop" "Pleeeeaaaasssseeee", wailed sarah, both her hands now buried inside her panties, "I cannn'ttt wait". "Not so fast, if it were up to me I'd kick you out and let you piss your pathetic panties and leave you to walk home humiliated. Unfortunately, I have a website to think about, and you are certainly desperate, so it is a shame to waste it" "An emergency pitstop is exactly that. We stop for you to have an emergency, unscripted pee. We film it, but you receive no fee. You then continue with the day as scheduled, but you will take 2 diuretic pills immediately after you finish your emergency pee. Do you agree to these conditions" "Oh goddddd", she cried, visibly shaking, "please, anything, I'll agree to anything, just stop the car pleasssse". She whimpered aloud as she said this, and a very short sharp hiss could be heard. "ohhh goodddddd pleassseeeee" she cried again, "I'm going to wee my knickers". "Don't you dare pee in this car, or you will be paying us a £200 soiling fee. You are getting your emergency pee, just hold on a few more seconds" as Pandora spoke, the car pulled up at the side of the road. "Oh, thank god, yes, please, oh god oh, a pee, I must", stammered Sarah as she moved to get out. "Hold it" shouted Pandora, wait for my camera man. So Sarah again tried to compose herself as the driver moved, agonisingly slowly, out of the drivers seat, and round ready to film. "OK, Sarah, emergency pee is underway, totally unscripted, but try and find some cover, don't just piss next to a busy road" GO Sarah quickly pushed open the car door and scanned the area desperately, oooooh shittttttt she wailed as she staggerred towards a shrubbery which would offer only token cover! her hands worked furiously against her crotch as she hobbled on, virtually bent double. "Oh no" she cried, about 4 paces from her intended relief, "oh no, I can't hold it". Again a loud hiss could be heard, this time accompanied with a darkening wet patch as her leggings quickly turned transparent. "FUCK", she cried, like a woman possessed as she tore down her leggings. "fuck, fuck fuck", she swore, as her bladder gave way, she was already peeing full force into her panties as she dropped into a squat and ripped asside her gusset. "Oh, ahhhhhhhh, of yessss, oh god thankyou, oh a peeee, it feels soooo good!" she gasped as she thrust her hips forwards and relaxed!!! Pee was gushing from her at a terrific force, splattering loudly against the pavement, in a seemingly never ending deluge. "Oh it feels so good, I swear I've never needed to pee as badly as I did then, oh I wet myself a bit, but I was so bursting, look how much pee was in me, oh god it feels good". For a full minute she pissed at full force onto the ground, moaning and gasping with relief, before finally snapping her sodden knickers back into place and pulling up her wet leggings. She walked back to the people carrier, lightheaded with relief. Back in the car, Laura and Natalie were out of their mind with desperation. Natalie had been told that she could pee next, but instead she'd had to sit and watch as Sarah found her relief in desperate, explosive style! Laura had her hands in her croth, rocking back and forth, whimpering, her mind not focussing on anything than the extreme distress her pussy was feeling. Back outside, Sarahs momentous piss was trailing off. She had gone weak at the knees, as she struggled to regain her composure. Her desperation had been so intense, but it had almost been worth it for the relief she now felt. No man had ever made her feel this good, and she strained to push out every last drop.. As she replaced her panties, she realised they were pretty wet between the legs, where she had obviously lost control in her desperate scramble. She sheepishly returned to the car, where the 2 girls in the back were obviously still seriously desperate. "I'm so sorry girls" she started, "I just had to go, I was literally bursting, I never even thought it was possible to need a wee that bad, oh god it hurt, and oh, well, oh god, it felt good to let it out, it was literally either that or wet my knickers." "Never mind that" snapped Pandora. "You might have had your 'emergency pee', and I hope it felt good, because it tortured these two poor girls, and you will be punished for that. Now, take these" she turned and handed Sarah, not 1, not 2, but 3 of the super strength diuretic pills and a litre bottle of water. "oh no" she pleaded, "you can't be serious. I only took one of those pills this morning and look what happened, I can't take 3 more." "Oh yes you can" snapped Pandora, "you'll take them and drink the water now, or You'll get 4 and a quart of water to drink" Slowly, Sarah took one of the pills, and started to sip on the water, as the car began to drive away again. "OK girls" said Pandora, addressing Natalie and Laura, "I imagine you are getting pretty desperate now?" "Oh yes, oh shit yes" whimpered Natalie, "I've never been so desperate in all my life" Laura meanwhile couldn't even talk, she was shakingwith the effort of holding now, as she just gasped "Please, oh please, wee, oooooh, no, i , err, i need a weeee" "haha, yeah, thats what i thought" smirked Pandora. "Not long now girls, just clench yourselves closed another couple of minutes and we'll be on location for you to have a glorious pee" Again the car set of on its torturous journey. Laura was beside herself, she couldn't sit still for a second, and had her hands working in her crotch. She had squatted and peed behind a tree at a festival once, about 3 years ago, and had thought that was a desperate as it was possible to be. She had been at the end of her thether that day, and squatting in public was truly her last resort, but she had passed that level of desperation about 20 minutes ago. Had she been anywhere else she would have given in long ago, but she was willing herself to hold on now. Tears were falling down her face as she whimpered aloud. Oh god she was desperate to pee, she was worried she was actually going to damage herself. She finally spoke up for the first time, "err, p-p-please, err, please, how long is it going to be, I don't know how much longer I can hold on". The older woman turned, and looked her up and down. She was a mess, frantically kneading her pussy, and scissoring her legs, tears streaming down her face. She was clearly suffing the most severe desperation. "Not long now love" came the reply. "Just keep on holding on, your doing brilliantly, I know it hurts, but it'll be worth it. You could produce somehing quite epic!" and again, the car set off, agonizingly on its way! It was only 5 minutes to the next location, but, it could have been 5 hours for poor Natalie and laura. They were both in absolute agony. Every second that passed caused them more pain. Laura was out of it, she had no idea where she was, she barely knew if she was weeing or not. Her whole existence focusssed on keeping her pee hole clenched tightly shut, but it was hurting her to do it. Her vision was blurred as sshe looked to Natalie, whos predicament seemed to be equally bad. It had been over an hour since they had been picked up, and she was at the end of her tether then! Finally the car stopped. "OK girls" said the woman, turning to look at the 2 most desperate young girls she had ever seen in her life, we were going to do 2 locations, but as you are aware, if you lose it and have an accident there will be no payments. You are both bursting, so there is no point wasting that, so you will both pee here. This is important though, you must pee one at a time, so we can make 2 seperate videos from it. "OH, can we go now, quick, please" stammered Natalie, her hands kneeding furiously in her crotch. Laura was shaking, almost like she was having a fit, barely taking in anything. "OK, off you go girls, there is no script here, but there is just the 2 of you, 1 pee at a time, and the other stands guard. Don't forget an aborted shoot means no payment, so if you are caught in the act, break down and wet yourself, or both have to go at the same time, the shoot would be aborted, and no payment would be offered, and that would be a shame when you are as desperate as you 2 girls clearly are. "OK" stammered Natalie, "come on, I'm sorry, but I have to go first" she started off towards a wall, her walk was one of sheer desperation, she couln't stand up straight, both her hands worked in her crotch, and she was shaking, "ooooooh, a pee, a pee, oh god I need a pee, please, come on, just a few more seconds" she was repeating to herself. Laura staggered after her, looking just as desperate. "No, no, no, please no, I have to go first, please" she wailed. "NO WAY" Screeched Natalie, like a woman possessed, there is absolutley no way you can go first, I swear, if I don't wee in the next 30 seconds my bladder will actually pop, oh god, oh god, oh god, shit, ooooh, I neeeeeed a weeeeee". She wailed, as she finally reached a tree, which would be more than enough token cover in her desperate state. "Oh nooo", she yelped, as she desperately faught with her clothes to try and pull them from her desperate body, Oh shit no, just a few more seconds. Both girls were frantic, but suddenly, Natalie yelped, "oh fuck, no" an audible hiss could be heard as she pulled down her trousers and knickers, and dropped to a squat where she stood. Her bladder had completely given way, and her pent up pee was flooding out of her at a tremendous force. Her whole body was phsyically shaking. "oh shit, fuck, nooo, ahhh yesss, oh god, yesss, ooooooh a peeeee, oh god, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" she stammered, as sheer ecstacy overtook her tortured body. "oh godd, ahhhhh, ohhh, fuck, oh god it feels good, oh I needed this," she wailed as what felt like gallons of pee finally escaped their torturous prison. Laura was racked with pain, "gotta hold it, hold it, oh no, just a few more seconds" she stammered as she stood just metres away from Natalie having the most glorious pee of her life. Her body shook, as she was almost convulsing in pain. "HOLD ON GIRL" whispered Pandora into Lauras ear, but a small trickle started to escape her tightly clenched lips. "No, no, no, no, no" cried Laura, Natalies piss splashing out loudly, "PLEASE, please, its coming out" "just a few more seconds" said pandora, as Natalie peed on and on and on. "I cant, I can't" stammered Laura, wildry scissoring her legs, pressing hard into her crutch, it needs to come out. She was openly crying, tears flowing down her face. she was shaking, involunterilly. Natalie's pee gushed on and on, she had never felt such relief, as Laura lost another, much more serious squirt into her panties. "I'm peeing myself, please, please, I have to go NOW" she shouted, staring at Pandora, desperatley waiting for permission to pee, I'm weeing myself. "OK, said Pandora, she had never seen such intense desperation, and her camera was now trained solely on Laura, "OK babe, you can go." Laura needed no second bidding, as soon as she pulled her hands away from her crotch she was leaking again, as she fought with her waistband. She was pulling and tugging at her leggings and knickers, as they came down in a wet knotted tangle, as soon as they edged away her bum, her bladder gave out, and she exploded with the most incredible stream of pee. It blasted her panty crotch, before she finally dropped into a squat. her legs shook, as her pee cascaded out of her with a tremendous force. "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" she cried, She had never felt so good in her entire life. her whole body convulsed as she went light headed with relief. She completely forgot where she was, shaking in agony and ecstasy as her pussy could finally relax and gallons and gallons of pee flooded from their overworked prison. "oooooooohhh godddddddd she gasped, in relief, tears flowing from her eyes, ooooooh I needed this, oh it feels so good" Her legs shook, and her pussy quivered madly, as more and more pee flooded out of her frantic pussy. Her clit tingled, and her overwhelming relief threatened to turn into a huge orgasm.. "oh goddd, this feels soooo good" she moaned as her stream finally slowed. She had peed for a full 2 minutes, and the puddle on the floor was absolutely incredulous. She pulled up her, now soaking wet, panties, and tried to stand, now uneasy on her feet, her legs now weak. Tears still streamed from her as she slowly pulled up her leggings, showing a huge wet patch accross her bum, where she had lost all control in the final few moments. She had never felt so happy in her life, never even imagined that something as mundane as peeing could feel so good. "CUT" shouted Pandora. "WOW girls, look at you, that was a proper desperate pee eh, thats what we pay the big bucks for, come on now, back to the car" "She isn't kidding is she", whispered Natalie, as they turned to head back to the car, "Oh my god, I never even thought it was possible to need a wee that badly! I thought I was going to die it hurt so bad, but oh god, the relief when it came out of me, it was almost worth all the suffering, almost". Laura, was still in a daze "mmmm" she whimpered, "I hurt so much, I think I might have damaged myself, I never want to feel that desperate again!" As they arrived back at the car, the other 3 girls were already looking like they needed to pee again. Pandora looked Laura up and down, and reached into the boot, handing her a pair of white cotton panties, and, what lloked like a school skirt. "Here you go" she said, "You're not getting in my car like that, you're soaked, change into these" Laura was horrified, to once again be taking down her panties in public, but as the cold air hit her pussy it felt so good and so naughty, and besides, these girls had seen everything she had now anyway! She pulled on her new skirt and panties, and clambered into the back of the car. "OK girls" started Pandora, "Congratulations on your first round of shoots. We will be filming 2 more shoots with each of you today, but I am happy with what we have got so far. You all probably thought you experienced the ultimate in desperation this morning, but you are only 2 hours into the day, and it will get a whole lot worse for you. I imaginemost of you are feeling the need to go again already, but we are going to sit in this car and fill your bladders for the next 90 minutes before continuing, this was just the start. Clare" she said, facing the first girl "I am happy with your performance, and am aware that we stopped you mid stream, but you did well, and haven't annoyed me by moaning and whining all day, I'm sure your desperate now, but here is a litre of water, and another diuretic, please drink it quickly, Jess, you also performed well, and can have exactly the same. Now, Sarah, you pathetic bitch." Sarah whimpered, her earlier 3 diuretics were already working overtime, "you are the only girl here to have earned no fee yet, your unscripted pee spoilt our running order, tortured these 2 girls, and you still pissed in your knickers before you performed, absolutely pathetic, here is another 2 litres of water to add to your discomfort, and a can of coke too, I always find it goes right through me. I have some serious plans for you, there is always one pathetic girl on these shoots! Now, Natalie and Laura. You both produced shows of real desperation. Natalie, you just need to take one of these, she said, handing over 1 diuretic, and a single bottle of water. Laura though, I know you have produced extreme desperation, but you did cut over Natalies shoot, meaning I can only use that as a single shoot, and you also wet yourself quite considerably, I'm afraid, for that, you need to be punished" "oh, no" whimpered Laura, her tummy still aching from its previous torment, "no, please, I held it as long as you told me to, I was in agony" "Here you go" said Pandora, completely ignoring her pleas, she handed her 2 of the diuretic pills, and a litre and a half of water. All 5 girls were now concerned about the rest of the days filming, and were all seriously miserable. Clare was sat in agony, the only girl who had not managed to void her full bladder, being forced to stop mid-flow, and Sarah, who was having the worst day of her life, was, again, feeling an urgent need to pee! She had wet herself, and had bbeen the only girl to not hang on as instructed, as a punishment for that she had now been forced to drink 3 litres of water, a can of coke, and take 3 super strength diuretics. She was in for some serious agony!the other 3 girls were all quite relaxed at the moment, still revelling in the relief they had felt from being so desperate. The car set off on its way again...….
  15. A 23 year old girl made me a custom wetting video where she was desperate to pee but locked out of the bathroom. She was dancing in her shorts and begging to be let in. After a while she got in after she leaked a bit into her shorts. As she pulled her shorts down she started loosing control before she could get her white cotton pantie down and flooded her panties over the toilet with a loud hissing sound. She did not agree to sharing the video but agreed to share the photos. I even bought the pair of panties that she had the accident in. Let me know if you need her mail address as she agreed that I can share it with the community.
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    The Missing Chamberpot

    Farrah is so desperate she can barely stand still, but the chamber pot is gone! She must find a way to empty her bursting bladder before it's too late. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Farrah woke up early in the morning feeling her lover's embrace. The sun was peeking out from the clouds and illuminating the room through the open window, waking her up slowly and gently. She smiled to herself, feeling full in her heart and soul, though something else felt full as well. She was absolutely bursting for a wee. She lied there for a few minutes before making the decision that she couldn't wait. She moved a little out of his arms, but he only held her tighter. She loved that, just not right now. The poor girl hadn't urinated since yesterday morning! The whole day of sneaking around had not permitted her one chance of relief. Their love was private, a secret from the rest of the village. He had a wife on leave, but she'd been gone so long, and Farrah had loved him since the moment she laid eyes on him three years ago. She couldn't get wrapped up in this now, though. She needed to go. Bad. She wriggled out from under his arms, careful not to wake him. She was terrified at the thought of him seeing her pee. That would be too humiliating to bear. She crouched down to look under the bed (much to her bladder's dismay) but saw no chamber pot. Just empty space. Her heart dropped. What was she going to do? She had to go so badly that she couldn't stand still, and she had no clothes on to absorb any urine that might escape. Farrah threw on some of the clothes she had on yesterday; a thin, white dress that would keep her covered enough to go downstairs to the tavern. She didn't bother with shoes or underwear. She left the room, closing the door as quietly as possible (lest he wake up and ask where she's going) while desperately stepping in place. She briskly made her way down the stairs, where the bartender stood talking to someone. She politely yet impatiently waited for him to finish while keeping her pee dance discreet. "What?" he said, once his conversation had ended. "There's no chamber pot in my room upstairs," Farrah said, trying not to sound too desperate. "There's not? Huh. Well, there's no extra one here." "What do you mean? Don't you have one?" "I have one. I can't be letting my patrons use my chamber pot. There's a bush outside." Farrah was starting to lose her composure. She was bobbing up and down when she worriedly asked "isn't there anything you can do to help me right now?" The bartender handed her a glass mug. "Here," he said, chuckling. "I can't use that!" "It's all I've got." She scoffed and went back upstairs, where she spent the next twenty minutes pacing around her room weighing her options. She had to pee really badly, and she was pretty sure she couldn't wait until she got back to the village. Her pacing had turned into kind of a march. She took two quick, normal steps, then brought one leg up a bit higher than usual. A wave hit, and she bent at the knees, squeezing herself with both hands. She was certain that she couldn't wait until she got back to the village. Damn her tiny bladder. She went quickly down the stairs and out the door, where a road and some open land was. Some caravans were coming in her direction, so she had to do this quick. She was squeezing herself while she looked around for a good bush. The only two bushes were right there in front of the inn, along with some flowers. Everywhere else was just grass plains, with the exception of some far away trees. She really couldn't wait for this caravan to pass by to go, so she ran to a tree in the distance. Pee was sloshing around inside her bladder as she did this, but relief was so close! In a matter of seconds she would be releasing the pent-up torrent inside of her belly. When she got to the tree, though, she saw some children playing not a hundred feet away. "I can't go here!" she whispered, stepping in place and holding herself. She ran to the next tree, but it was still in sight. Then the next one, but it was getting dangerously close to the village. She was running out of options. She ran all the way back to the inn to see if the caravan had left yet, all while her bladder screamed at her to stop moving so much. When she got there, her heart dropped. The caravan had stopped at the inn. They must be having a drink. Farrah was running out of time. She couldn't control herself from doing a frenzied pee dance as she frantically looked around for a place to do her business. She patted herself between the legs and rushed into the inn, trying her best to keep her composure. The bartender was talking to the caravans. She went by them, plucked a mug out of the back of the counter, and went upstairs, where she could hold herself freely without embarrassment. She slowly turned the doorknob while her shaky legs danced madly, her pee becoming difficult to contain with nothing applying pressure on her maidenhood. She opened the door just a crack and peeked in. Her lover was still sleeping. Good. She went inside as quickly as silently as she could, shut the door, and without wasting any time, squatted over the mug right where she was standing. Pee exploded out of her almost immediately, but she had to stem the flow. That was too loud. Her face was scrunched up and her urethra was on fire as she stared at her partner, making sure he was still asleep. He was. Though she tried to hold it steady, her hand was shaking, making the pee in the mug splash around. Maybe she would be more still once she started urinating. Gingerly, she opened the flood gates. A small amount of pee trickled out and ran down her butt, making her shiver and stem the flow once again. She stood up and pulled her labia apart, bending only a little at the knees, and tried peeing that way. She gently let go again, and it worked rather well. Relief, although small, washed over her as she watched her yellow river streaming out of her and into the mug. It was beginning to fill, though, and she had to stop again. She dumped it out the window, then started back up just as she did before. She filled up three and a half mugs of pee when she was done. Farrah sighed gleefully, feeling empty and refreshed. She wiped herself and her hands with the front of her white dress before taking it off, placing the mug by her bedside table, and climbing back into bed with her lover. THE END
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  23. Master and Servant ***Draco/Hermione: Draco notices Hermione's aversion to school bathrooms and decides to play a little game...*** ((Hey guys! I know its been AGES since I posted anything on here, but I was recently inspired to start writing again! Let me know what you think! Personally this a fun project for me and I'm writing the second chapter right now :) Leave your comments, questions, concerns at the bottom, they're greatly appreciated! )) Chapter 1: Origins of the Game The very first time Draco ever saw Hermione Granger wet herself was in their first year, on the second Tuesday in November. It seemed like, ever since she'd nearly been murdered in one on Halloween, Little Miss Mudblood had developed a fear of using any of the school bathrooms outside her dormitory. He'd caught on to her little phobia, or at least realized the issue itself, by watching her; purely by accident of course. It wasn't his fault that she was always seated directly in front of him for all the classes they shared, but it did provide a perfect vantage point for watching her squirm during their lessons. At first, he'd figured she was too much of a brianiac to take a few minutes from class to ask for the loo, but then he'd noticed she'd never be among the group of girls that always went together after each lesson was over. No, she'd go class to class, squirming and fidgeting and dancing all the more in each one until the end of the day. It was a wonder her friends hadn't noticed—No, nevermind. Her friends were the biggest bunch of dunderheads Hogwarts had ever seen, of course they wouldn't have noticed. Regardless, at the end of the day she'd always announce an urgent need for a book, some parchment, a quill, or the library and rush off before Potty and Weasel could say anything else. Draco wouldn't see her again till dinner, but he always noted she was no longer dancing. Draco hadn't any idea why he was so facinated with the girl's need for the toilet. He supposed it had something to do with how rediculous it seemed to hold it like that all day long, despite having plenty of time to go between classes. But whatever, what the stupid girl did with her body wasn't any of his buisness...except that, very, very privately, he wished she'd oversetimate her bladder one day and have an accident. The more this thought lingered, and grew stronger every time he watched Hermione squirm in class, the more he knew he absolutely had to see it. So, on that second Tuesday in November, Draco Malfoy had come up with a most ingenious plan to watch Hermione Granger wet her panties. On this day in particular, he knew they had double potions directly after lunch. He also knew that Hermione always left lunch early when she could, presumably for the toilet in Gryffindor tower, so he couldn't let that happen. It was all too easy for him to convince Crabbe and Goyle to ignore their food to go and pester the Gryffindorks. His taunts, as always, were geared toward Potter, but he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, he noted with glee, she definitely had been planning on running off to the loo before he came over. Her lips were pursed and she kept shooting anxious looks toward the door. Ah, but she couldn't leave, now could she? Not with her two idiot friends in the middle of a could-be fight. Draco harrassed the lot of them until Weasley damn near jumped over the table to take a swing (this earned a sharp “Sit down, Ron!” from Hermione) and Draco smirked, the bell for class ringing just in time. He noted how distressed she looked as he sauntered off to the dungeons. Double potions proved to be extremely entertaining that day. Snape had barely finished the lecture before Hermione started to fidget. Making the actual potion made him almost snicker with glee as he watched her try to squirm descretely and chop up her ingrediants at the same time. They filled their cauldrons with water, Draco making sure to do his especially loud behind her, and she was crossing her legs. Draco smirked, watching her every movement. It would spoil his plans a bit if she lost it in the middle of potions, but seeing her humiliated in class like that, especially Snape's class, wasn't a bad consolation prize. Still, he watched her squirm during the making of the potion and she was, almost regrettably, still dry when Snape dismissed the class. No matter, they still had History of Magic before their lessons were done, one more hour of class. Hermione was probably thankful, Draco had figured, that Potter and Weasley had fallen asleep during this particular lesson. Even they would have noticed something was troubling their princess know-it-all had they been awake. Hermione Granger could not sit still, not even for a minute. She rocked in her seat, crossed and uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, bounced on her bottom, and at one point even put her hand between her legs to hold herself. Draco's blood was pounding, excitement he assumed from finally being able to see her have an accident, the entire time he watched her. With ten minutes to go in History of Magic, and Hermione still dissapointingly dry, Draco was starting to lose hope. Maybe her bladder had more ability than he'd given credit for. He took notes glumly, still glancing at Hermione. She had been dancing in rhythm of the past half hour, apparently having found the correct fidget-patterns to hold back her flood. Draco gave himself comfort that, even if she managed to make it till the end of class, there was no way she could make it up seven floors to the Gryffindor dormitory to go. All he had to do was follow her and he'd see what he'd been waiting for. He grinned, imagining her gasping right in front of the Fat Lady as she suddenly peed herself. And then, Hermione suddenly gasped for real. His eyes snapped up to her, widening in realization as he took in her position. Her body was tense, hand half way down to hold herself. Time seemed to slow as he watched her tremble and then relax, jerking her legs apart as she did. That was it! That had to be it, Draco thought in glee as he waited for the inevitable flood to come pouring down her chair, there was no way Granger wasn't wetting herself right then. He was on the edge of his seat as he saw a stream trickle over the edge of her chair, splashing onto the stone below. No one else would have noticed unless they were watching for it, but that was all he got. Much to his dismay, she slammed her legs together a second later, both hands holding herself, and regained control. Still, Draco had to work to control his breathing. He was a little hot in the face, heart racing. Even just that little bit had been such a thrill...but he knew there was no way she'd make it to her dorm after class! He'd definitely get to see it all if he followed her. He grinned, anxiously watching the clock just like Hermione was, only for a completely different reason. The bell finally rang and Hermione all but punched her two friends awake. “Class is over! Honestly you two, if you don't stop sleeping through it you're gonna fail! I'm going to go to the library, you two better catch yourselves up!” she lectured as she rushed to collect her books and darted out of the room. Potter and Weasley were dumfounded, but Draco just packed up and left at a normal pace. Couldn't rush after her, now could he? That would be too obvious. Besides, he found he didn't much need to rush. Hermione was walking pretty slowly, especially in the populated areas. As badly as she obviously had to go, he was still a little surprised that she passed two girl's rooms and ignored them as she walked on, Draco tailing at a safe distance behind. Once they'd passed the Great Hall, the student body thinned considerably and Draco watched with joy as she started to hold herself openly as she walked, if a little faster. They were nearing the library now and she kept having to stop and hold and bounce and squirm. Draco was eating it up, best plan he'd had all year! Hermione took a particularly long pause, whimpering loud enough for Draco to hear. He swore to himself, realizing he'd got too close and darted quickly behind a tapestry. From his hiding place he watched her dance, gasping and whimpering with her hands between her legs. He could have sworn he could see wet trails making their ways down her thighs to her knee high socks. But again, he was denied that final flood as she managed to right herself and start walking again. He cursed softly, aloud this time. Maybe he should just curse her. She'd never know what hit her in her state and he was sure she'd really wet. Full Body Bind? Good plan. He pulled his wand out and stepped a bit from behind the tapestry, magic about to fire when suddenly Professor Flitwick came out from around the corner. Draco snapped back into hiding and Hermione froze in place. Draco could have killed the old fool for thwarting his plans but then, as he watched the tiny professor strike up a conversation about what a wonderful (barf) job she'd done during class, he'd realized it was a blessing in disguise. Hermione chatted as though nothing was wrong, but he could see how tense she was, how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how her hands kept balling into her skirt. After what seemed like ages, the professor finally took his leave and Draco watched Hermione watch him go. The moment he was out of her sight, she held herself desperately with both hands, looking around like a toilet would magically appear to save her. Her eyes fell on Draco's tapestry. He gasped, still for a moment as he thought he'd been spotted. The panic furthered when she started hurrying for his hiding spot. He backed up until he hit a wood wall, no where to go, and she was gonna catch him and probably kill him...wait. Wood? He glanced behind him and thank Merlin's cloak, it was a door! He jiggled the handle, could have whooped at finding it unlocked, and tucked himself inside the most randomly placed storage closet ever just as Hermione threw back the tapestry. He smirked, watching through the crack in the door, thinking how he'd nearly escaped death. But Hermione didn't seem to be interested in finding anybody in particular. She danced in place, one hand between her legs, whimpering softly as she looked back and forth around the tapestry, checking to make sure she was alone, before coming inside. “Aaaaah....Oh God oh God oh God!” Draco heard her gasp as she danced, legs crossing and uncrossing as she hitched up her skirt. For the first time in his life he saw a girl's panties, Hermione's in particular were innocently white with lace around hems. Not so innocently, they were also soaked at the crotch. He watched as she suddenly squatted, spreading her legs out right in front of his slightly cracked door. In this same instant, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened, ears ringing with the only sound in the room: Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” Hermione moaned in relief a moment later, her pee splashing thunderously against the stone floor in the room. She hadn't even tried to pull her panties down, she just peed right through them, a full waterfall errupting from her. Draco watched, slack jawed in awe, as trickles moved down her open thighs and dripping down to the floor to join the puddle her jetting stream was making. The room was filling with the light aroma of a girl's pee and Draco felt heat rushing straight down between his legs, blushing more as he realized he was getting hard while he watched this. All too soon, Hermione was finished with her wet. He watched her tremble, blushing as she seemed to realize what she'd done. She stood up, carefully stepping away from her puddle. She nibbled her lip and pulled out her wand, casting a vanishing charm on the mess she'd made before she checked the damage on her clothes. Panties were obviously soaked through, but her skirt and her socks were wet as well. She seemed to consider this, checked her watch, and pondered it again. Draco could almost hear her thinking, “Well, I do have time to change while everyone is at dinner....” She picked up the books she dropped before wetting herself and headed out the way she came, having apparently made up her mind. As for Draco, he shut the door completely after she'd gone and stuck his hand down his pants, touching himself for the first time with the memory of her wetting right there in front of him. After he'd finished with his own pleasure, he knew, undoubtly, that he'd have to see that again.
  24. thetuliplover

    Jaehee's Work Day

    (Thank you for clicking on this story! This is my first time doing an IS, so please bare with me ^^; A bit of background on the story: this takes place in the world of a game called Mystic Messenger. The main character is named Jaehee Kang, who is a secretary for the soon to be CEO of a large company, Jumin Han. I won't give too many spoilers on the story, but it may or may not involve wetting. I will only accept 13 votes per choice. Votes beyond 13 will not be counted. Now that that's out of the way, onto the story!) Beep! Beep! Beep! Jaehee Kang slowly opened her eyes as her alarm went off. She yawned and reached over to turn it off. Sitting up in bed, she rubbed her eyes and stretched. It was a Monday morning, 6:00 am to be exact, which meant that she worked today. Jaehee got out of bed and stretched once more. "I want to sleep more...but I can't risk getting lectured by Mr. Han for being late." she said to herself. She went into her bathroom, where she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and brushed her hair. Once she was finished, she looked over at the toilet. She felt her morning pee urge, but decided that it wasn't that bad, so she skipped it. Jaehee came out of the bathroom and went to her closet. She always wore the same uniform for work, and she made sure to keep it nice and neat everyday. After putting on her uniform, she put on her glasses and looked at herself in the mirror. Giving herself a satisfied smile, she went to the kitchen. Jaehee had a bit of a coffee addiction, so she always had a cup every morning before going to work. She wondered what kind she wanted; espresso, cappuccino, or latte... Bladder Scale: 1 (Scale of 1 to 10, 1- A little bit, 10 - About to explode) Which coffee should Jaehee have? A: Espresso - Raises bladder scale by 1 B: Cappuccino - Raises bladder scale by 2 C : Latte - Raises bladder scale by 3 (Sorry this first part was so short, I wanted to pace myself since this is my first time doing this ^^ Helpful advice is always welcome! )
  25. Hey guys 😁 I have a quite a few sightings over the years. Some of which during were on a Saturday night, where after drinking, partying, and having so much fun, some ladies completely forget to use the bathroom. Or better yet, some of them definitely have to use the bathroom, but can't be bother with the "inconvenience." 😉 Other sightings were random desperate moments I observed in a grocery store that just happened to make my day. Either way, here of some of my favorite little snippets of desperation. I was out on a Saturday night, leaving a bar as my friends and I went their separate ways. I was feeling kind of hungry, so I went to a local taco place. Not only did they have good tacos, but they only had one stall for each bathroom. Better yet, each bathroom was locked with a key, which sometimes gets lost, or maybe the staff is too busy to go and fetch it from the back. Either way, those doors a locked quite frequently, likely to the dismay of several desperate women that may enter the restaurant after all the bars have been closed. One evening, I myself happened to be in line, when a busty latina girl in a peach cocktail dress came rushing in. She had her hands pressed against the crotch of her dress, and her bladder was visibly bulging out from her dress. She tried the door, and surprise: it was locked. "Ohhhh, I have to pee soooo bad." She moaned to herself, and immediately broke into a pee dance, stepping from one foot to the other, crossing her legs, and bouncing up and down. She didn't care if anyone was watching, it was likely all she could do to keep from wetting herself. The door stayed shut. She knocked several times, but no answer. "What is this bitch doing in there." She mumbling to herself, stepping from foot to foot. "Maybe you should ask her," I teased, as I continued to wait in line for my hand washing. "That's a great idea," she smiled at me, "HEY BITCH WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE!?" Hands down, one of the funniest things I've seen, ever. "Oh god, I'm gonna piss myselfffff." She moaned, double crossing her legs and bending forward, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage. "Should I ask them for a wet floor sign?" I laughed jokingly. I'm an asshole, I know. "HAHA! Don't make me laugh or you will!" She giggled, with a forced smile. We chatted for another minute or two before my turn was up, and I very quickly washed my hands ti get back out there to enjoy the show. When I left the bathroom she was walking in place. "Working on your cardio?" I asked suggestively. "I'm about to pee myself, I don't need this kind of positivity in my life right now." She giggled, bending forward with her hands pressed firmly between her thighs. "I'll leave you to it then!" I giggle, returning to my table. The girl continued to furiously potty dance at the bathroom door, stepping from foot to foot, bouncing up and down, and all around trying to keep her panties dry kind of dance moves. Just then, a slim Asian gal came from the front of the cash register, with key in hand, and walked right past the dancing girl into the bathroom. The girl, with her mouth agape, muttered "are you f**king kidding me?" She bit her lip and started lifting her thighs up to her waist, in a high step potty dance. Who knows how long this Asian girl would be in the restroom? Hopefully long enough for me to see this beautiful Latin women finish her dance routine, or even better, long enough that I could go fetch that 'wet floor' sign. She knocked on the door with urgency, still lifting her heels to her waist, and alternating between that and kicking her heels back behind her. No response. She knocked on the men's room. Apparently, there was someone in there as well, but she felt she had a better chance of staying dry if she stuck around there for a bit. After maybe another minute of furious pee dancing, leg crossing, and other sexy variations of "don't wet yourself," the men's room opened and she rushed inside. She walked out looking very relieved, flashed me a friendly smile, and got in line for some tacos. Kinda made my night.