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  1. Yesterday morning me and Matty ended up having some mutual wet fun and I was telling my friend about it and I figured I may as well share the experience with you guys as well. On Tuesday night we went to the cinema and as always when we go watch a film we went to a late viewing. The film started at 11pm and by the time it finished and we came out it was half 1 in the morning. As always when we go to the cinema and I have a big drink I was bursting for a wee when we got home and enjoyed a nice long pee. Afterwards we just got into bed and watched TV until we both fell asleep. The effects of the big drink hit me again when I woke up about 6 o’clock with a full bladder. I would usually just go back to sleep in that situation but I was really desperate and knew that I would just keep waking up every 10 minutes so I got up and went to the bathroom. I came back and just as I got into bed Matty got up and went to the bathroom and when he came back I snuggled up to him and we both went back to sleep. I woke up again about half past 9 and noticed my bladder had started filling up again but this time it wasn’t too bad just yet so I decided to enjoy the feeling for a bit. I put the TV on and flicked through till I found something worth watching and a few minutes later Matty woke up. Neither of us had nothing to immediately get up for so we just decided to have a lazy morning. We watched TV for a while and Matty got up to go make us a cup of coffee and get something to snack on. As we watched TV I slowly sipped my cup of coffee and as I did my bladder continued to fill. As my desperation grew I started to fidget and squirm which Matty noticed and I knew was turning him on. I noticed that he was also fidgety and the thought he might need to pee too was turning me on. We both finished our drinks and his fidgeting got more obvious and so did mine. As my squirming got worse I noticed him watching me and decided to tease him and wanted him to tease me. I let out a moan and said that I really needed a wee. He smiled and said “I noticed”. I sat up and swung my legs out of the duvet and went to stand up when he hooked his arm around me and pulled me back down. He asked where I was going and I told him I was going to pee. He shook his head and said “No you’re not, not until I say you can”. My pussy tingled with arousal as he said exactly what I wanted to hear. I love it when he makes me hold. Being told I couldn’t pee suddenly seemed to make my desperation worse and I laid back down wiggling. I smiled when I saw the sheets moving and I knew his cock was getting hard as he watched me wiggle. He smiled and said “it's helping is this”. I looked at him puzzled and he said “I really need to pee too and being turned on makes it easier to hold”. Hearing him say he needed to pee made my arousal sky rocket. He winked at me and told me that I wasn’t allowed to pee until he had and I nodded in agreement. He looked at his watch and said “and I don’t think I will go pee until 12 o’clock. I looked at the time and it was just after quarter to 11. When I realised it was an hour and fifteen minutes until then I moaned in arousal. Knowing I would have to hold that long was a turn on but also knowing I would get to watch him in desperate need was a major turn on. We laid watching TV and the cup of coffee was starting to take effect on my bladder. By 11 o’clock I was busting for a pee and squirming like crazy. I was laid opening and closing my legs trying to ease the growing pressure on my pee hole. He had pulled the duvet off so he could watch my naked body squirming with desperation which was turning him on and I could not take my eyes of his hard throbbing cock knowing that he was feeling the same desperation I was. After 20 minutes my need had risen to a solid 9 and I was bursting for a wee. I could feel my bladder pushing on my pee hole and each wave of desperation that washed over me made me feel the pee right at the top of my pee hole wanting to escape. I was resisting the urge to hold myself until I really needed to which meant my legs were shaking and I was crossing and uncrossing them and opening and closing them rapidly trying anything to ease the pressure from my bladder. All the while I watched his desperation grow and watching his cock dance in desperation was driving me crazy. My bladder completely filled to the brim and it was getting harder and harder to keep control. Each wave that hit me was almost making me drip. I could feel the pee right at the tip of my pee hole which was now trembling under the pressure. I managed to keep it under control till just after half past 11 when a massive wave washed over me and a few drips came out. I moaned and pushed my finger against my pee hole trying to clamp it shut. He saw the drips and told me to hold on. I nodded and he moaned in desperation. Every so often he reached down and squeezed his cock and each time he did I felt my pussy throb with arousal which really didn’t help with trying to keep control. Now that I had started dripping it was so hard to stop them and despite pushing my fingers against my pussy I kept losing drips. Suddenly Matty gasped and I looked down and my eyes widened when I saw little droplets of pee rolling down his cock. I couldn’t stop watching them. Each time he lost a drop it made me drip. We just laid there slowly dripping and edging close to losing control. After 10 minutes of desperately squirming and dripping he gasped and a leak came out of the tip of his cock. Watching that was too much and a wave hit me causing me to leak. The first leak made me so much more desperate and now they were coming fast and no matter what I did I couldn’t stop them. Every 10 seconds or so a leak trickled out past my fingers and I could feel a puddle forming on the bed underneath me. Matty was in the same situation and watching him leak was making me so wet with arousal I felt like I was going to cum. My leaks turned into spurts and each spurt made me feel like I was going to wet the bed. I looked at the time and saw we had just over ten minutes till 12 o’clock. I urged time to hurry up as I was so close weeing it was untrue. The pressure on my pee hole was so intense and she was starting to waver and kept on spurting. After a few spurts Matty gasped out loud and his cock shot up right and a jet of pee shot out. His right hand kept squeezing and rubbing his cock and his left hand grabbed my right hand and squeezed. Despite pressing hard on my pee hole and rubbing her spurts kept escaping through my fingers. My legs were shaking like crazy and so were his. It was so hot laying there with both of us absolutely bursting for a wee and on the verge of an accident. Watching his cock dance in desperation and spurting every few seconds was almost making me cum. My spurts were getting bigger and it was all I could do not to pee. I was frantically trying to hold on a bit longer enjoying the wonderful moment. He kept checking his watch and moaning and urging 12 o’clock to come. A few minutes more was all I kept chanting to myself as I continued to spurt. My thighs and legs were soaked in pee and the bed was slowly getting wetter by the minute. Each wave of desperation that hit me felt like that was it. Each spurt felt like the last one but somehow I kept control. All my focus was on holding on and the wonderful intense sensations from my bladder. This meant I wasn’t paying attention the time. Suddenly Matty moaned out and said “oh thank god, 12 o’clock”. He went to move to stand up and spurted hard. He looked at me and said “I can’t move, I'm about to pee”. This turned me on and I nodded and told him I couldn’t either. He smirked and said “let's just hold as long we can then”. We both continued spurting and desperately doing everything we could not to pee. We did this for 5 minutes when Matty suddenly squeezed my hand and said “oh god I can’t wait, oh god”. I looked down and watched his cock dancing around in desperation and suddenly it shot upright and as he moaned out a huge fountain erupted from the tip and shot into the air. He let out a huge sigh of relief and I just watched in amazement at the sight of his strong stream. The feeling of his pee raining down all over me and the bed was amazing. I started spurting like crazy and then I felt it. I was about to lose all control, watching him pee was too much for my bladder. I felt pee rushing towards my pee hole and before I could do anything my pee hole burst open and a stream of pee shot across the bed. I moaned out as relief washed over me in waves. It felt incredible to release and I just watched as the stream gushed out of my pussy. I was on the verge of exploding with orgasm just from the immense feeling of relief when suddenly Matty’s hand shot between my legs into the path of my stream. His fingers made contact with my pussy and he started rubbing my clit. It only took a few strokes of his fingers and I gripped his arm and screamed in ecstasy as he made me cum and pleasure coursed through me. The feeling of cumming and peeing at the same time was pure heaven and I could only lay there and succumb to the feeling. When I finally finished peeing and my orgasm died down I collapsed onto the bed shaking and trembling. Matty also finished peeing we just laid there enjoying the wonderful feelings of relief. We spent the next hour enjoying our pee soaked bodies and making each other cum until we eventually got up and showered and got cleaned up. Needless to say we certainly enjoyed our lazy morning.
  2. So, this will be my first time writing an interactive story, and I think I’ve got a story that will work pretty well for it. My idea is, a girl wakes up naked in a dungeon, and must fight her way out of it. The only problem is, there are no bathrooms. So of course, the girl must fight off monsters, as well as her urge to pee! Now, just a fair warning, this story will mostly be focused on her desperation. I won’t have her wet a whole lot, for 2 reasons. I’m more into the desp stuff myself, and I feel like I’m not too good at describing wettings. ^^; The story will focus on a girl of your choosing (we’ll get to that soon), and she’ll be travelling around the dungeon, fighting monsters, picking things up and adding them to her inventory as she gets them, it’s like a dungeon-crawling RPG game. I hope that makes sense. So, you’ll be deciding on the girl. Everything about her! First off, her age. The older she is, the more control she’ll have over her bladder, and the less likely she’ll be to pee somewhere that’s not a toilet. I’m fine with doing loli, if that’s what’s picked. Secondly, hair and eye colour. These are just for aesthetic purposes. Third, her bladder capacity, from 1-10. 1 being problematically small, and 10 being, on long road trips she doesn’t have to stop once. :P Then, her bladder fullness at the start. Is she bursting right from the get-go, or does it build gradually? Let’s do this percentage-wise, from 0 to 100. She can go above 100, but it’s much, much harder to hold it then. And finally, stats. I’m giving her 30 points to spread among these. HP - How much damage she can take. This will be multiplied by 10. ATTACK - How much damage she does. DEFENSE - How much damage she resists. SPEED - How likely she is to dodge an attack, or attack first. MANA - Her magic power. HOLDING - Her ability to hold her pee. These will increase as she levels up. She starts at level 1. If nobody can agree, then they will end up being equal. You can also choose the girl’s name, if you feel so inclined. :P I hope this takes off, I really want to write this story! >u<
  3. Holdit4me

    The New Hire, Part One

    Hi! I’ve been a member of this fantastic community for a long time and have even become Internet friends with a couple of members here. I’ve written a few stories, but that was years ago and they seem to have disappeared. I wanted to give back to the community, so here’s some new content. My intention is to make this an ongoing series, but that depends on how the story is received, as well as how much free time I have. Anyway, here’s “The New Hire, Part One.” I hope you like it! ******************** He noticed the new hire almost immediately. How could he not? She was petite and cute, maybe 5’4” and all of one hundred five pounds soaking wet, with long lustrous brown hair and a smile that would melt ice on the coldest winter day. The supervisor introduced her as Sara as he brought her around the office during her employment initiation, and Jason was immediately smitten. He guessed Sara would be issued the cubicle diagonally in front of his to the right, for the simple reason it was the only one currently available in the office. It had stood empty since John Moeller’s firing for insubordination, and he hoped he was right because Sara would be a whole lot more pleasant to look at than that asshole Moeller. The company was not known for generosity toward its employees, and Jason knew that following her four-hour initiation Sara would be expected to complete her workday just like everyone else. As one o’clock approached, and the end of lunch hour, Jason smiled. The new hire appeared and began dressing up her workspace with a couple of framed personal photos and a small potted plant. Then she got to work. Sara adjusted her brand-new headset and sat cross-legged at her desk as she waited for the first call to come in. Jason and Sara were employed at Gentex as customer service representatives, their duties consisting of dealing with clients who were experiencing difficulties with their software before routing the calls to other technical reps if they wee unable to solve the customers’ problem. The nature of the job meant relatively long calls, with each rep spending upward of forty-five minutes to an hour on each call. Due to the positioning of the cubicles, Jason was the only person in the office who could see Sara, but he had an unobstructed view of virtually her entire workspace. She was dressed in a plain white blouse and conservative, knee-length floral patterned skirt. She doodled on her desk blotter as she worked, tucking her hair behind an ear in what looked like a subconscious gesture. And her right leg was swinging back and forth. Back and forth. To a life-long observer of female desperation like Jason, the motion was a classic sign of someone who needed the toilet. But that was impossible. There was no way Sara’s four-hour initiation hadn’t included showing her the location of the restrooms: just twenty-five feet away in the hallway outside the office. And even if by some odd circumstance she hadn’t been given that information, Sara had just returned from her hour-long lunch break. Surely if she needed to pee, she would have gone at lunch, right? Jason decided he must be imagining things. By two o’clock he’d changed his mind. There was no question the new hire needed to pee. She’d completed her first call and moved on to her second, and now she sat with her sensible flat shoes on the floor, her butt perched on the front edge of her wheeled desk chair. Her right heel tapped on the floor incessantly as her knee bounced while she worked. Jason had been doing his job for a long time and was more than able to assist his clients while following the adventure taking place in Sara’s cubicle. He was the only person in the office who could see Sara, but there was no question she KNEW he could see her, and yet there she was, bouncing her knee like a little girl who was being forced to wait for the toilet until she finished her homework. At first Jason was bewildered that someone would be so obvious about her need, but then it occurred to him that her distress would only be clear to someone like him, with years of experience searching out women who needed to pee. No one else would likely even notice Sara’s movements, or at last the significance of those movements would be lost to them. By three o’clock, Sara was approaching the limit of her ability to hold in her pee. It was obvious. Her legs were re-crossed tightly, and while she was still sitting on the front edge of her chair she was bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth. Her movements were quick and jerky, and she nibbled on her lower lip as she assisted her client. Unless she had an extremely small bladder or had drunk an enormous amount of liquid at lunch – or both - Jason doubted she’d peed since before leaving for work this morning. She was holding it intentionally. There was no other explanation. Sara bounced at her desk and nibbled on her lip and hung up her phone. Looked out at the hallway and back at the phone and Jason could almost read her mind. I really need to pee. Should I go now, before the phone rings again, or should I wait? The phone began flashing, forcing Sara’s hand, but it didn’t really matter. The call would be routed to another customer service rep if Sara didn’t answer after two rings, so she could still go pee if she needed to. She bounced and squirmed and glanced again at the hallway. Then she answered the call, and Jason was in love. Or at least in lust. And he thought, I really need to get to know this girl…
  4. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
  5. Part 1 Patsy and Tim were childhood sweethearts. They'd known each other since primary school, been dating since they were 13, and now, at the age of 21, they were engaged to be married. Life was good, they had similar interests, the same friends, they loved each other intimately, and although they were quite private, the sex was amazing. Patsy had been brought up to never discuss such things, sex was fr the bedroom, and your private parts, should be just that, private. Tim was the only person she'd ever had sex with, and since she could remember he was the only person, along with her gynocologist, who'd seen her naked. Tim felt truly honoured about this, as he knew that she was stunning. She was tall, and although she wasn't supermodel thin, he found her little belly sexy, it meant that her boobs were a perfectly formed 34C, her legs were long and sender, and her peachy round ass was just perfect. The only thing that they disagreed about was football. Tim was a diehard fan of a local, football none-league team, following them home and away, and this took up his every Saturday. Patsy just had no interest, and whilst it frustrated her, that was just the way it was. She was left to her own devices on a Saturday, whilst Tim went off with his football friends. It'd always been that way. It had transpired this year though that Tim's team had gone on a great FA cup run, they'd made it to the second round (Which Patsy didn't think sounded very good, but apparently it was), and they had drawn, at home against another none league team, from somewhere near Plymouth. Whilst none of this made any sense to Patsy, when the third round draw was made, it came out that they would play Manchester United, if they could win this next game. Tim was beside himself with excitement, and Patsy obviously enjoyed seeing her man happy! Over the next week the club had made the announcement that they were running a lot of promotions, and were laying on free coach travel down to Plymouth, family, and couples tickets were heavilly reduced, and season ticket holders could take a guest for free! Well, the whole region was buzzing with anticipation, and the club was selling tickets fast. They had 700 to sell, and they looked like doing it. As it was all free, and it obviously meant so much to Tim, Patsy decided to go along. Tim was beyond excited, he was sure she'd enjoy it, and it was going to be a party atmosphere. He'd tried to get her to come to football for so long, it was going to be great. When the big day came around, it turned out that the club was taking 9 supporters coaches, one full of local youth teams, as well as one full from the local high school. The others were just the usual fans, as well as lots of extra wives, girlfriends, and families. Kick off was 8 O'clock, and it was about a 5 hour journey, so the coaches were leaving at 13:30. Tim and Patsy met some mutual friends in a local pub at 11:30, for some lunch and a few drinks before they set off! Arriving at the pub, they were met outside by Michelle, a rather vulgar girl that, to be honest, Patsy didn't have much time for, she was in a leather jacket, crazy tight jeans, smoking a fag, with a pint. Unfortunately, she was going out with Mick, Tim's best mate, so they'd have to put up with her. "There you are guys" she shouted, "what a fucking day this is going to be, great to see you her Pats, fuck me, you look fit in that, get yourselves in there, Mick has got you some beers in". Patsy cringed, she was wearing one of Tim's old football shirts, and a pair of grey leggings, she was fully aware that it was tight and it showed off her every curve, but Tim had insisted she looked great, and needed to support the team, so she'd gone with it. Not only that, did she say Mick had got the beers in? Surely not a pint, girls don't drink pint's, she thought, but, sure enough, as they walked into the pub, there were 2 pints sat waiting for them. She groaned inwardly. I mean she loved beer, but, she was a girl, there were ways girls were meant to behave, she'd been brought up well, and she considered herself to be somewhat of a lady. Mick greeted her enthusiastically, "Patsy babe" he started, "Tim said you were coming, he was well excited, you're one of the boys today, you look great" She could see that people were making an effort to include her, so she decided to make a effort back, if just for Tim's sake. In the next 2 hours the pub got busier and busier with football fans, the beers were flowing, and the atmosphere was building. There were now 9 people in their group, Tim and Patsy, Mick and Michelle, and then Nigel and Karen had brought their 3 teenage children, 19 year old Justin, 18 year old Carl, and their 17 year old daughter Molly. Patsy really enjoyed Karen's company, and was naturally chatting to her. She discovered that Nigel and the boys were regular football fans, whilst her and Molly would normally spend their Saturdays shopping. Molly, was a typical teenage girl, face full of make-up, Tight denim hotpants, and a cleavage revealing top. She looked ready for a night out, and had no issues getting served at the bar. When it was time to leave, they'd had 3 pints each, so the girls headed off to the toilets first. It was a big pub, but it was so busy there was a small queue when they got there, giving the girls chance to chat. "I fucking love football days" started Michelle, in her usual brash manor, "but fuck me, last time I went it was a proper bladder buster, on the coach home we were stuck in traffic, I thought I was going to piss myself, honestly I did, I had to squat behind the bus as soon as we stopped", "Ewwwwww" said Molly, "you had a wee in the street, didn't everyone see you?" "Probably" laughed Michelle, "honestly though, I had no choice, my fucking knickers were wet as it was, how I didn't piss myself on the bus I'll never know" "I could never do that" said Molly, "You'd end up all over Facebook, that's just nasty" "Quite right" said Karen, "Girl's don't wee in public, they just don't" "I could never be that desperate that I did that" added Patsy, "It doesn't matter how bursting you are, you can always wait until you reach a loo". "Well I fucking couldn't that day" laughed Michelle "It was pop a squat or piss myself, that was my only option" As she spoke a cubicle became free, and she went in, leaving Patsy, Karen and Molly, looking at each other in disgust. "I can't believe she just told us that" whispered Karen, "its absolutely disgusting" They all had their wees, washed their hands and headed outside to meet the boys. They arrived at the pick-up point and found a line of 9 coaches. We're all on coach 7 said Tim as he led them there. They got on and headed towards the back, they were about 3 rows down from the back seats, Patsy and Tim sat together, opposite Nigel and Karen. Justin and Carl sat behind them, with Mick and Michelle sat directly behind Patsy and Tim, That meant that Molly sat on her own infront of them. Patsy felt sorry for her and tried to make conversation. Soon they were on their way, with all 9 coaches leaving in unison, the men all chanting football songs, and a thoroughly party atmosphere. It was only a few minutes until cans of lager were being handed out, and everyone was once again drinking. Patsy spent the first 20 minutes or so chatting to Molly, but she had then put her headphones on, and started messing with her phone. Patsy settled in and started chatting to Tim and Nigel, trying to get into the spirit of the day. By the end of her first can, she was starting to feel a little tipsy, and had to admit she was actually enjoying herslef. She looked at her watch, they'd been on their way for 45 minutes. She thought, on a coach journey this long they'd have a couple of breaks, she was starting to feel like she needed a wee, but told herself that they'd be stopping in the next half hour, so she started on another can. Half an hour later, and Patsy was really feeling a need to wee now, she had been watching the services signs and knew there was one coming up in ten miles. That was only a couple of minutes away she thought, and she would most definitely welcome a toilet pitstop. She had finished her second can now, and was starting to feel a little bit drunk, so she refused a drink next time they were offered. "Are you OK" said Tim, hugging her, "You've gone a bit quiet" "Yes babe" she said, "I'm fine, are you having fun" "I am" he beamed, "I can't beleive you're here" he squeezed her thigh, "The two things I love most in the world, Wanderers and you, are coming together, its going to be a great day, I really hope you enjoy it" They carried on talking, and had a little kiss, until Mick and Michelle yelled out, "Wahey, get a room guys, there's no smooching on football days" Patsy burned red with embarrassment, she'd never have kissed anyone in public sober, and now she'd been caught she realised she was a bit drunk. To make matters worse, as she sat, mortified, she noticed to her horror, that they were driving past the services. Her bladder protested, she'd been convinced they would be stopping, now everyone thought she was a slut, she couldn't make it worse by admitting she needed a wee. She tensed up and convinced herself they would definitely be stopping at the next services. They passed a sign a few minutes later saying they would be in 12 miles. A quick calculation said this would be about 10 minutes. She was going to be bursting by then, but she'd be fine, there was no need to make a fuss. The next few minutes passed agonisingly slowly for Patsy, who was becomming painfully aware of her need to pee. Since she'd started to think about it her need seemed to have grown remarkably quickly, and she was definitely feeling quite bursting. Why had she drank so much before a long journey, she thought to herself, it was just stupid, she was becomming very uncomfortable indeed. The motorway they were on was very well signposted and they past signs that read Services in 8 miles, then 5, then 3, then 1. Her bladder seemed to respond to each one of these as her relief grew closer and closer. "Come on, come on" she thought to herself, sitting tense and rigid, "just another few seconds", but to her absolute horror, no, worse than that, her terror, the bus just continued on its way, it was not stopping! Her bladder screamed, her mind raced. This could not be happening, what was she going to do, she'd been couting down the seconds til she could get some relief, and twice it had been denied her. She could have cried at that moment, as she felt so helpless, when Tim said "what's the matter babe, you're very fidgety." She felt a terror rising from the pit of her stomach. Had it been that obvious, had she actually started to pee dance. Oh God, what was she going to say, what was she going to do . Girls didn't talk about their need, and they certainly didn't make a show of themselves in public. She'd known Tim for as long as she could remember, they were soul mates, but she'd never, ever, even dreamed of discussing toilet matters with him. It just wasn't what girls did, and that was that, "Oh, erm, I could do with stretching my legs, thats all". "Ah, is that all" said Tim, "I was a bit worried for a second" "Will there be a stop soon" she enquired, trying to sound nonchalent, but longing to scream and demand a toilet stop in the next few seconds! "There better fucking had be" interrupted Michelle, "I need to piss like a fucking racehorse back here, that fucking beer has gone right through me" Patsy's mind whirred again. She was both shocked and appalled at Michelles brazen admission, and her brash, unladylike manner, but she was also delighted that she wasn't the only one desperate for the loo. "we'll be stopping soon" reassured Tim, "theres always someone worse off than you isn't there, Michelle always makes a fuss on these coach journeys." 10 minutes later, and Patsy's need had risen to new heights. She couldn't beleive how quickly her bladder was filling, the beer seemed to be having an efffect unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her knee was jigging up and down none stop now, as she tried to press her thighs together as tight as she could. Michelle had been getting more and more vocal about her need, and Karen had now also aditted she was bursting. Molly's ponytail could be seen jigging up and down too. "Do you not need to go, Patsy?" asked Karen She wanted to cry, YES she wanted to go, she wanted to go more badly than she'd had to go in years. Her bladder felt like a rock as her most intimate area burned and throbbed and demanded all of her attention. "Erm, no, I'm OK" she lied. "Well I'm fucking not, I'm fucking desperate" slammed Michelle, "its fucking stupid", she got up and walked down to the driver. No-one could hear her from back here, but Patsy was shocked to see her pressing a hand between her legs and dancing around, making a real show of herself. As she returned to her seat, she said, he's stopping at the next services. There were whoops of joy, as people echoed their satisfaction at this. "It better not be far" said Karen, "its getting urgent", "Oh mum, I need to go really bad too" added Molly. It was another 10 minutes until they finally reached the services. Ten minutes during which Patsy's desperation had grown intensely, she was almost in tears she needed to go so badly. Her legs were jigging up and down none stop and her private parts were screaming at her. She hated to even think it, but she was worrying deeply that she might not make it to a loo when they did stop. The thought was almost to horrifying to imagine. She HAD to wait, she just had to. She clearly wasn't the only one who's need had grown. Michelle had grown more and more vocal as the services approached, and many of the guys were openly complaining. Even Molly had been constantly checking how much longer, making no secret that she'd be running to the ladies when they stopped. As the coach pulled into the services, it became apparent that all of the coaches were stopping here, and so, as they were on coach 7, as they pulled in they could already see people from the other coaches dashing accross the car park. "Come on, come on" shouted Michelle, "I'm literally going to piss myself in a second, hurry the fuck up". As it did park up, there was a mad desperate scramble. Patsy almost cried with relief as she tried to stand up, but she was stopped by Tim. "Might as well wait a second" said Tim, "I think some of the girls are desperate to run it to the loo, better let them go first. Michelle sounds like she's on the verge of leaving a puddle" Patsy almost broke down and pissed her knickers on the spot. She HAD to get out, NOW, literally every second was vital. She tried to push past him, but he stopped her, as Michelle dashed past, both hands pressed into her crotch. Karen stood up, and Molly dashed out, holding her tight denim shorts up, as it became apparent she'd undone the button at some point during the journey. A tear formed in Patsy's eye, as she said out oud, for the first time in her adult life, "I need the toilet too" Her face burned beet red, but her bladder screamed and thrashed around inside of her, "Please Tim, I must hurry to the ladies". "What? Why didn't you say something?" asked Tim, but Patsy was like now like a woman possessed, desperately trying to push past him. Her need was even worse now she was standing, "Please" she stammered, "Please Tim, I NEED to get out NOW". He'd never heard her speak like that, and was genuinely worried. She couldn't even stand up straight her stomach hurt so much. Tim sheepishly moved aside, and started speaking, but she couldn't even hear him now. Literally her whole world was centred inside her knickers, and the desperate struggle to keep them dry. Every second now was vital. She pushed past him and hobbled down the coach. As she stepped down to the car park, she felt her control slipping, and a frantic spurt escaped her tightly clenched pee hole. "No, no, no, oh god, fuck no" she stammered as she thrust her hand hard into her crutch. This could not be happening, she was literally wetting herself, in public, with nowhere to go. She saw Molly and Karen running accross the carpark, but there was no sign of Michelle anywhere. She couldn't take her hand away for a second now. She was hobbling accross the carpark, in a fully fledged pee dance, clutching her frantic, aching pussy. She was going painfully slowly, but she had to almost keep her legs crossed as she walked. Finally she made it to the main enterence, she was in so much pain now, she hardly knew if she was weeing or not. She almost walked into a middle aged man as she dashed into the door. Where were they, oh god, where were the toilets. He vision was blurring, as tears welled in her eyes. Her bladder screamed, she didn't have time for any delays. She couldn't think straight, as she hobbled inside. "Where are they?" she said out loud, "Where are the toilets, oh god, where are they?" The man she'd almost collided with put his hand on her shoulder. "The toilets are just down there love" he said, pointing to her left, "You look like you're in a bit of a hurry there". She almost died of embarrassment, she didn't even realise she'd been talking out loud, but at that moment, she was very grateful for the help. As she frantically hobbled in the direction he had pointed Patsy was dismayed as 4 young girls dashed past her, "Quick, I need to piss so bad" said one. As she rounded the next corner she saw the sign she needed to see so badly. In huge black letters "LADIES", "Oh thank God" she gasped out loud, as she tried to hurry towards it. She thought about the glorious relief lying just round the next corner. This was a huge mistake though, as her need swelled almost incomprehensibly and her bladder forced a huge gush of pee out into her panties. It was much more serious than her earlier spurt, and almost floored her as she dropped to her haunches trying to regain control. "UMMPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, as thugh someone had punched her in the stomach. She pressed both hands hard into her frantic, quivering vulva. Her legs were shaking as another spasm passed over her. She fought hard to control it, but felt another quck squirt escape her. She started to cry as she stood up and ran for the toilet. The ladies room was a typical services facility, huge, with approximately 30 stalls, but she was absolutely horrified to see there was a queue. This couldn't be happening. Not now. She joiined the back and started pee dance furiously. It was absolutely chaos. There were approximately 20 women waiting, all making a huge fuss, and the sounds and smells that filled the room were just an abject mixture of joy and sheer relief, and utter, indescribable, frantic desperation. "Please, please, please hurry" gasped the girl who'd run past Patsy in the corridor, as a group of girls entered the room and started to voice their dispeasure, to her right Patsy heard the sound of a frantic gushing deluge hitting a toilet as a girl obviously found relief. Up ahead a toilet flushed and a desperate scramble of about 6 girls tried to ran for the vacant cubicle. Her head was spinning, as her bladder throbbed again, she could feel a trickle of pee starting to come out, she just couldn't clench hard enought o contain the ocean of pee any more. She heard a toilet flush, and, like a woman possessed she just ran past the line. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm peeing, it's coming" she garbled as she sprinted. She wasn't lying, she was out of control now. The girl at the front tried to block her, saying how long she'd been waiting, but as the cubicle opened Patsy just charged at it. The girl at the front can't have been more than 13, but Patsy physically pushed her, hell, almost threw her out of the way. People were shouting at her, but all that mattered was a wee. She tried to start pulling down her leggings, as she dashed in, and bolted the door. She was now peeing full force as she yanked them down and literally threw herself at the toilet. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" She gasped as she could finally relax, and her pee came gushing out of her at an incredible force. "Oh my god yes, oh I needed this" she gasped as her stream gushed and gushed and gushed like a firehose into the toilet below. Her legs were shaking as her pussy covulsed as what felt like gallons of pee flooded from her. "Oh it feels so good" she gasped, as she peed and peed and peed. After about 45 seconds her pee stream dwindled down to a gentle trickle and she began to become aware of her surroundings. She was lightheaded with relief, as the room spun and her frantically distended bladder slowly returned to relaxed state. Her whole body tingled as the terrible, desperate pain subsided and was replaced with sheer joy. It was another 50 seconds before she finally stopped peeing, and she became much more aware of the sound of the room. It was perfectly clear that there was still a queue of desperate ladies waiting for relief, so she stood up and quickly pulled up her knickers, not wanting to hold up the queue any longer. It was only then she became aware of how wet thet were. As she pulled up her leggings it quickly became apparent she'd had a full blown accident in her desperate scramble to the loo. Grey leggings were absolutely the worst thing she could have worn too. there was a sizable wet patch around her crotch, but her ass was soaked, with lines running down the back of both of her legs. She was almost in tears when she heard someone bang on her cubicle door. "Please let me in" begged the girl outside. Jen opened the door and was faced with the young girl she'd pushed aside doing the most frantic pee dance you've ever seen! "Oh, thankyou, fuck, pee now" she stammered as she pushed past her. An older woman started to shout at her about how disgusting she'd been, pushing a shoolgirl aside for her own gratification, but Patsy absolutely did not need to hear it. She knew how disgusting she'd been, she was mortified as she walked past the woman, who was still queuing herself. The scene was still chaos, but Jen hardly even cared as she wandered aimlessly out of the ladies. Back in the hustle and bustle of the main services she immediately heard a young boy declare "That lady has wee'd herself", the wet spot on her leggings clearly painfully visible, so she dashed into the outdoor clothing shop and bought a pair of utility pants. It was the best she could find, and they were painfully overpriced, but she absolutely could not get back on the coach with everyone knowing she'd started to wet herself! To be continued......
  6. Megan smiled into her webcam, her left arm held over her naked breasts and her right hand covering her vagina. Countless messages flooded the chatbox on her page. “put the arm down bby” “show us you're pussy” “i dont have tokens pls show boobs” She fought hard not to sigh. It wouldn't be polite to the one or two people watching her cam who might eventually decide to pay her for her services. She glanced down to the timer on the bottom of the cam window; she had been streaming nonstop for nearly five hours. Not only was there nobody willing to pay up, but she really had to pee. She decided to treat her viewers before she turned off the webcam, and she dropped her left arm and leaned towards her laptop. “Sorry guys,” she said softly, reaching up to twirl her long red hair. “I've been streaming for five hours, and I think I'm going to call it a night.” A new message immediately popped up in the chatbox. “awww, why?” She flicked her eyes down at it, then back to the camera. “Well I'm really tired, plus if I'm being completely honest, I kind of need to pee pretty badly. Goodnight, everyone.” She reached for the mouse, stopping a centimeter away from the [X] on the top right of the window when she heard an unexpected chime. User Desp-Dungeon has asked you for a private show with a donation of 1000 Tokens. Megan's eyes went wide. Bloody hell, this guy just gave me a thousand dollars. After staring at the screen stunned for a moment, she shook herself back to reality. This was ten times more than she'd ever gotten from a single donation. It was a whole month's rent, and all she had to do was show a guy her privates for an hour, maybe masturbate a bit. I love camming. She immediately clicked [ACCEPT] and waited as the webpage loaded. She noticed that her right hand was absentmindedly pressing hard into her crotch, and she removed it right before the page finished loading. Her bladder felt very full, but she didn't give a damn in the face of $1000. I'll be fine for an hour. If it gets too bad I'll ask him if I can go wee...might be the type to ask if he can watch, but that's fine. If he won't let me go to the toilet, I'll lean my tits into the cam so he can't see my bottom and secretly wee on the floor. I've almost been forced to do that before, never thought I'd be thankful for laminate flooring. She refocused on the webcam, grinning widely. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, waving enthusiastically into the camera. Her eyes moved to the chatbox as a message popped up. “I will donate another $1000 if you dial this phone number.” The number immediately followed. Megan blinked. This was new. “If you'd like to speak personally, you can request a two-way cam,” she said into the camera. “I'm fine with it, I don't care if you've got your cock out.” “No. Dial the number for another $1000, or end the session. If you don't want me to see your number, you can dial *67 before the number to call as Unknown.” Megan furrowed her brow. “One moment,” she mumbled. She quickly tabbed into Google, checking if the *67 trick was true. It was. She switched back to the cam page. “Alright, I'm going to call. If this is something fishy, I'm going to end the session immediately, sod your money.” “Of course,” said the chatbox. She flipped around on her bed, exposing her rear to the camera as she reached to her nightstand for her mobile. Turning back around, she looked at the number and slowly dialed it before pressing send. Her bladder was throbbing now, but curiosity had the better of her. The phone didn't finish ringing even once before a woman's voice answered with a “Hello, Megan.” As she said it, the 1000 Token donation blipped on Megan's screen. Megan snorted a short laugh. “Wow, I wasn't expecting a girl,” she said, losing her politeness for a moment. “Is that a problem?” the voice responded. “Oh, I apologize, not at all. I mean, I am straight, but I have no problem showing myself to anyone who pays. I'll do anything you like. Listen, I'm so sorry to ask this, but it's easier to ask another girl...I'm absolutely desperate for a wee right now, would you let me go to the toilet first? I won't take the time out of the session.” “I heard you say you needed to pee in the public cam. That's why I opened the session.” Megan grinned. “You'd like to watch, is that it? That's no problem. I'm sure it will be a good show for you if you're into that, I really need to go.” “No,” said the woman. “I want you to hold it in. As long as you possibly can, until it forces its way out of your body against your will.” Megan stared into the camera, her mind racing. “I've heard of this fetish, but I've never had it in my cam before. But...I don't know, it already hurts. Even if I tried, I wouldn't last very long at all. I wouldn't be giving you your money's worth.” “You would be surprised at your capacity if you truly bring it to your limit. I will donate $100 for every minute you hold it in. But first, you must drink four cups of water. And bring your laptop with you, no sneaking to the bathroom off-camera.” Megan's mouth fell open. Even if I only make it half an hour, that's three thousand dollars. My God... “You're on,” Megan said. “I'll hold on as hard as I can.” She unplugged her laptop and got to her feet, groaning as the weight of her bursting bladder increased. “You really do sound desperate,” the voice said. “I also notice your English accent, but your cam tag says you're in America. How long have you lived in the States?” “Only six months,” Megan responded, struggling to walk straight with the pressure in her belly and the laptop in her arms. “Moved here for university. That's why I'm camming, to make money for it. Most young cam girls are doing it for the same reason.” “Indeed,” the woman said as Megan entered the kitchen of her apartment. “Set the laptop down somewhere facing the sink, and get drinking.” Megan set down the laptop on the counter and put her mobile on speaker. “Have you got a name?” Megan asked. “You can call me Kay,” the woman said. “Drink.” “Yes, yes, I'm on it,” Megan mumbled. She flipped open the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a large mug, then turned the tap on. The sound of the water overwhelmed her, and she bent over, forcing both hands between her legs and moaning loudly. “Oh, bloody hell,” she groaned. “Don't wet yourself now,” Kay said. “You're already at three hundred dollars.” “I thought the time began after I drank,” Megan panted. “Not that I'm complaining.” “I decided to be nice,” Kay responded. “Well, thank you, Kay. Oh wow, it's really hard to hold it with the water on.” She pulled her right hand out and grabbed the mug, filling it quickly. “I guess I'll get this over with fast.” She chugged the mug of water and filled it again, downing the second just as fast. She focused on holding herself as she drank the next two mugs over another three minutes before shutting off the tap. The laptop dinged, and she saw the $600 donation. “You must be incredibly wealthy,” Megan said. “You've got no idea how much you're helping me.” “I am, and I do,” Kay said. “This is not the first time I've done this. Now that you're done drinking, would you like to return to your bed, or stay in the kitchen? You can go anywhere you like, as long as I can see you.” Megan thought for a moment. “I think I'll stay here. I'm afraid I'll wet the bed if I sit back down on it.” “Makes sense,” Kay said. “Plus, most women seem to find it easier to hold their pee while they're standing. Just make sure I can see your whole body and the floor you're on, I don't want you sinking below the camera and letting any out.” “Anything you say,” Megan laughed. “So like, do you want me to keep talking, or would you rather I stay quiet while you...” “Oh, I'm not masturbating,” Kay said quickly. “This is...research, of a sort.” Megan laughed again. “I've no idea what 'sort' that may be, but whatever you say.” “You know that I am very wealthy,” Kay began. “It is very old family wealth, and I have never experienced the struggle of paying for college. If you do not mind me asking, what kind of money are they looking for?” Megan hesitated at answering such a personal question. Then she realized that she was standing in front of a webcam, stark-naked, fighting a bladder that was about to empty itself on her kitchen floor. Couldn't get much more personal than that. “It's about thirty five thousand,” Megan said. “Camming helps, but I don't know what I'm going to do over time...” “Indeed,” Kay said again. “How do you feel? Please be very detailed.” Megan was bent forwards, both hands held against herself as waves of pressure thrashed her privates. She knew that the water she just drank could not have reached her bladder yet, but it had gotten so much worse. “I feel like there's a watermelon in me,” she moaned. “The pressure is so intense. I feel it all over my belly and in my pussy, down my legs and even in my chest. I've never had to wee this badly in my life.” “Good,” Kay whispered mercilessly. “Listen, I want you to stand up straight. Then, turn sideways to the camera and lean back slightly.” “Nooo, I'll wet myself,” Megan nearly shouted. “If that happens, so be it. You know that it's inevitable anyway. If you want more money, you won't let that happen though. Now do it.” Megan knew that arguing was pointless. As long as she kept paying, Megan was completely at Kay's mercy. She struggled to stand up, crying out as the massive pressure increased even further. Her legs locked up as she stood, and she held her arms out to her sides with her fists clenched. “Now turn sideways and lean back,” Kay's voice came through the phone. “Myeeehh,” Megan whimpered. She slowly shifted sideways and released a sustained moan as she forced herself to lean back. “Wow,” Kay said softly. “You have a beautiful bladder.” Megan had never received a stranger compliment, and she had gotten A LOT of strange compliments in her time on camera. She looked down, surprised at the protruding shape on her belly. She reached and placed her left hand on it, wincing at the insane sensitivity of the spot. It was hard as a rock, and so visible. “I never knew this could happen,” Megan exclaimed. “It's so sensitive, I've never felt anything like this. When I touch it, I feel like a shockwave around my whole body. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it...it actually feels kind of good. I mean, it hurts like hell, but the sensations are astonishing. I actually feel a little turned on.” “That's amazing news,” Kay said. “By the way, you're at fifteen hundred dollars already. You're doing good. My last subject wet herself after eight minutes, after drinking the four mugs. She was...disappointing. The one before that never got desperate enough to wet herself. She had to pee at first, I'm sure, but when she realized I was paying her to hold it, she said that squatting down would help. She dipped below the camera, and when she stood back up, she started putting on a show about it. Dancing around and crossing her legs and the like. The thing is, when you know bladders like I do, you know that's not what it's really like to be at the bursting point. Look at you...you're locked up so tight, all your muscles contracting visibly. I can tell that you're truly desperate. I knew that she had peed on the floor when she squatted and was just trying to get more cash out of me. Unfortunately, she did get a lot of money before I ended the session. Oh well, if I didn't get through the ones like her, I would never find the good subjects like you.” Megan wasn't sure how she felt about being called a 'subject.' However, between the money flowing into her bank account and the water flowing into her bladder, she couldn't find the ability to care too much. “I have a question,” Megan panted. “There are so many thousands of cam girls out there, how do you find the ones who need to pee?” “Good question,” Kay said. “The trick is to use websites that list how long a cam has been on for. If a woman has been running nonstop for five or six hours, it's a good bet that her bladder would be pretty full. I open a cam and see if they're exhibiting signs. Squirming, crossed legs, strained face and the like. If so, I start a private chat with a hundred dollars and ask them if they have to pee. If they say yes, I keep it going. If not, I end the chat and let them keep the hundred. You, on the other hand, said you needed to pee the moment I entered your chat. You were just about to leave too, that's why I donated the thousand to get your immediate attention and stop you wasting a full bladder.” Megan smiled. “I'm glad to help,” she said with a chuckle that vibrated her bladder, causing her to moan again. “Two thousand,” Kay said. “You're doing an amazing job. I'm going to ask you to face me and spread your legs about two feet.” By this point, Megan knew better than to argue. She slowly turned towards the webcam and opened her legs. The moment her feet settled, a tiny spurt of wee burst out of her and splattered on the floor. Her hands flew towards her crotch, but Kay shouted “WAIT!” Megan froze, every muscle in her body strained to their limits. “Do not hold yourself,” Kay demanded. “Stand perfectly still, hold it in with your willpower alone now.” Megan closed her eyes. She had never felt anything like this. Her whole body was so sensitive that she was pretty sure that she could feel the universe. She hadn't felt the universe since she had done shrooms at her eighteenth birthday party. Her belly was so heavy, the pressure against her privates so strong, the throbbing so intense. She stood as a statue, time passing at an unknowable rate, standing in complete silence until Kay broke it with “You are magnificent. You made thirty five hundred dollars so far. Your bladder is so full that you look pregnant. Please, come to the laptop. I want to look into your eyes for a moment.” Megan opened those bright green eyes and took a step forwards, and then she wet herself completely. It happened so suddenly that she couldn't believe it. As soon as she moved her leg, her bladder erupted with the white-hot intensity of ten thousand supernovas. She reflexively closed her legs, the wee spraying from her thighs in every direction, splattering across the floor and soaking even the kitchen cabinets that she stood beside. She screamed out loud, first from surprise, and then from pure pleasure. Her knees went weak and she lost her balance, and despite her reaching for the counter, she fell onto her rear. Her legs fell open and her stream shot at least five feet forwards. All over the floor, the cabinets, the table and some chairs. She realized that she would ruin the entire kitchen at this rate, and she placed her hands between her legs. Not in an attempt to hold it in again, there was no chance of that, but to stop it from flowing freely. She couldn't believe how hot her pee was as it cascaded against her hands, and even more surprising was the absolute pressure with which it burst out of her. In the back of her mind she noted how okay she felt about laying in her own wee. It should have weirded her out, but it just felt good, it felt warm, and the primal relief was so strong that nothing else mattered to her. She fell back and exhaled, keeping one hand against her privates so the stream stayed focused on the floor. She had no idea how long her wee lasted. It seemed like a century. Right when the stream finally began to die down, she felt something building inside of her. With almost no warning, she had a leg-shaking orgasm on the spot that took what was left of her breath out of her. She went completely limp, her hand falling to her side. Luckily the stream had weakened enough to stay off of the furniture, and after many more seconds it slowed to a stop. She just laid there, caught up in this primordial pleasure, unlike anything she could have imagined. Minutes passed. “...Megan?” Kay's voice called softly from the mobile on the counter. “Yeh?” Megan wheezed weakly from her place in the massive puddle of wee. “You are currently my favorite person in the world,” Kay said. “That was...well, there is no other word for it than 'legendary,' I think. I know the sensations you are feeling right now are overwhelming, but I need you to stand up and come to the phone.” Megan did as she was asked. It took her a long time to get to her feet, and she slowly made her way across the kitchen, being careful not to slip in her wee. She quickly dried her hands on a paper towel and took her phone, turning off speaker and putting it to her ear as she looked into the webcam. “Kay...I don't think...I can talk too good right now...” “I know. Just listen. You pass. Ten years ago, with my wealth, I decided to produce a special variety of adult movie. I am the only person in the world who produces this type of content at this level. I want to hire you. Come to my studio. Five days. Five million dollars.” “Adult movies...?” was all that Megan could manage to mumble out. The amount of money was simply incomprehensible to her in her current state. “Yes. You will not be required to have sex with anyone. You will not be required to work with any other actors in any way. Only me. All you need to do is hold your pee to your very limit, as many times as you can. Megan exhaled deeply. She had no idea who Kay was. She had no idea what she was in for. All she heard was 'money.' She would never have to work. Never have to struggle. Her life would be made, unquestioningly. She tightened her grip on the phone and steeled herself. “What would you have me do?” TO BE CONTINUED.
  7. I thought I'd share this manga here, I'd probably say it's my favorite omorashi-focused manga series currently running (Though really there isn't that much competition). Premise: The story of a charming girl cursed to need the bathroom whenever she's nervous, and a reclusive boy with a special power that helps her hold it in. Last-minute adventures. Comments: Well, unfortunately the only available version I can find is the webcomic version on the official site, which has tiny pages and many kanji too blurry to read, to the extent I wouldn't ask any translator I was on good terms with to try and fight their way through that. So this was a bit of a crazy experiment where I worked my way through chapter 1 using my very very very basic knowledge of Japanese, a cool character recognition program called Kanjitomo, some translation software, and the ever-faithful Lisk to check I wasn't messing up too badly. It was fun, but I don't foresee myself doing any more chapters the same way. If someone else is crazy enough to try and translate more of it, maybe I'll work on it again. Chapter 1 here: Read the rest of the chapters online here: http://daioh.dengeki.com/webcomic/ (New chapters are released on the 10th of every other month, I'll probably bump this thread every time a new one comes) Artist's Website and Pixiv: http://so-ma-to.com/ http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=422553 Bonus: Soumato also does the art for a manga where the love interest is a super-evolved tapeworm
  8. 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.
  9. Alex Oxford

    female How Pam Pooped her Pants

    Hey guys, No, it’s not a metaphor. I legitimately got my ex- girlfriend to poop her pants. Crazy, right? I tell you, I’ve done some ballsy stuff in my days, but this must be one of the ballsiest, if that’s even a word; autocorrect doesn’t seem to think so. I’m writing this in two parts, as It is my blessing and my curse to be extremely detailed in my experiences, so please bear with me and my wordiness x). It may be slightly embellished, only because I don’t remember the exact dialogue verbatim, and the ‘narrative’ format does the story a lot more justice. But basically, this is what happened: First, a little background: my ex- girlfriend and I met at a hookah bar in the city. She happened to be a model for vape products and would go to conventions all the time to market new products. With that said, she was a very attractive girl, if I do say so myself. She had a very pretty face, a modest bust, and a very toned butt. She lived a pretty wild life and drank pretty frequently with me. Fairly early on in the relationship, Pam (we’ll call her) wet the bed, and I confessed my desperation fetish to her while cleaning our bedsheets. She was totally chill with it, and actually humored me on a number of very sexy occasions. This is one of those occasions. One particular night, we went out and partied, and drank way too much. We ended up falling asleep in my car, outside of my friends house. I had work fairly early the next morning, so I knew it was going to end up being “bring your girlfriend to work” day. It was a short shift that morning, so I knew I could get away with it; but the drive was pretty long, especially for the two of us, who were hungover at this point. …. And I was starting to feel the urge to use the bathroom. I left Pam in the car and went inside to work my shift. Basically, my shift ends when my work is done, because I was in management at this point. Easy peasy. Except my stomach kept gurgling, and that gurgling kept getting lower and lower. Now, I won’t bore you with the details of my mild desperation for the next hour; just know that by the end of the shift, I had to go pretty bad. As I was on my way to relieve myself in the nastiest bathroom this side of the Rio Grande, it occurred to me: ‘Maybe Pam has to go to?’ I bit my lip in excitement, but then thought nothing of it. I doubt I’d be able to take advantage of that at this point, I was probably overthinking it. I finished my business and went outside to check on her. I was met with a very pleasant surprise…. “Hey babe,” I said, giving her a kiss, “How you holding up in here?” “Ehhh, I’ve been better,” she said, with a shy smile. “Why? You still a little hung over?” I asked teasingly. “Yeah well there’s that, but I also need to use the bathroom pretty badly…” She said shyly. “Dude same, my stomach was acting up awhile ago, but I didn’t really have to go to the bathroom,” I said, lying. “Well good for you! I’ve literally been sitting her farting for the past 20 minutes.” She said, sticking her tongue out. “In fact, I almost pooped my pants the last time I tried to push it out.” She said with a silly smile. I bit my lip in excitement that I could barely contain. She knew about my fetish, but was she willing to humor me again, with another kind of desperation this time? “I’m almost finished up babe, after that, we can find somewhere for you to go.” I said, disingenuously. “Good! Because I’m starting to get really uncomfortable.” She breathed a sigh of relief, pressing her bottom into the seat of my car, “Can I just use the bathroom ins- I blurted out impulsively, “- I, uhhhh, I don’t think you’d want to use it, it’s pretty dirty” “Okay, I guess I’ll hold it then…” She resigned, “…. Not that you would mind that would you?” She teased. I felt myself go red in the face as I walked away to finished, the beginnings of an erection beginning to form. ‘Why would I lie to her like that?’ I asked myself in frustration, ‘I mean I know why I lied to her, she’s on the verge of pooping her pants, and seems relatively cool about it. But maybe I should have just asked nicely….’ Either way, my shift was up soon, and my increasingly desperate girlfriend would soon make the decision a whole lot easier. After half- assing my work for the next 30 minutes, I finished with my shift. But my lust was getting the better of me, and I wanted to delay Pam just a little bit longer. *Pammy,* I text her, *you want to see what the office looks like?* *lol sure why not* she text, without mentioning her need. I spent the next 5- 10 minutes showing Pam around my store. The whole time she had this very sweet smile on her face, but looked somewhat uncomfortable. At one point I saw her bite her lip and clench her cute, toned butt cheeks, before resuming with the tour. On our way past the bathroom, Pam grimaced and gave me a shy smile, “Hey babe, do you know if there’s a bathroom next door?” “No, next store is a Circle K, and they don’t have bathrooms. Why, do you still need one?” I asked, playing dumb. “Well I still haven’t pooped in the past 30 minutes, and still have to go.” She said, giving me a stupid smile. “Oh come on,” I said, teasing, “you can hold it. You’ve held it longer for me before!” “Yeah, that’s true…” she said, conceding as she crossed her legs and placed a hand on her stomach, “but this is like, poop, not pee silly. It’s hangover poop, the kind that’s gonna come out whether you want it to or not.” She corrected, re- crossing her legs as she clenched her butt again. “Sounds like a challenge to me,” I said, giving her a wink. “Well maybe you’ll get lucky,” she said, returning my wink. “Well maybe I should extend the tour,” I implied suggestively, eyeing her hungrily. “HA! Sure, and maybe I’ll just poop my pants, then right? Come one lets hurry, I have to go!” she teased as she sauntered past me to the office, her burdened ass swaying back and forth with every step. My heart started beating, and my face was burning red again. I wanted this bad, but I wasn’t sure whether to just let this keep playing out or ask her to hold it for me. On one hand, I could just drag this out until we got home, as I’m sure she could hold it by then. But if I asked her to hold it for me…. Well, that would be incredible. By now, I had developed a sense of boldness with my sexual desires, and since I had already confessed my fetish for pee desperation, this might be a similar confession experience, if not less shocking. Whatever, I decided to go for it. But tactfully. As Pam entered my office, I lightly shut the door, put my hand around her waist, and started kissing her, which she kindly accepted. cute “You look pretty good when you walk away,” I teased, grabbing her sexy ass as I said it. Pam gave a cute little girl squeal, and I felt her butt tense up, “I’m glad you think so babe, but I’m a little preoccupied right now.” She giggled, biting her lip. “Maybe you could use a distraction?” I said, squeezing her butt again. “Believe it or not, you’re making me have to go even more!” “Maybe that’s the idea?” I said, tickling her as I pulled away. My erection was more than obvious at this point, and there was only so much fooling around we could do behind office doors. So this was the moment of truth. “Really? You want to make me have to poop?” she said, with mild confusion. “Well, uh, not necessarily,” I stuttered, flustered, “but you do look pretty cute when you clench your butt like that…” I confessed, bashfully. She pondered my confession for a moment, all while placing a hand gently on her butt, crossing her legs tightly. Then her face went up with sudden epiphany, as she said, with an amused smile, “Ohhhh, this is part of your fetish thing isn’t it?” “Hahaaaa… yeah, it kind of is.” I confessed, “I think it’s sexy when you have to go to the bathroom, regardless of whether you have to pee…” I paused, eyeing her increasingly desperate figure, “or do something else…” “Oh, so is that what the whole, ‘sounds like a challenge,’ was about earlier?” She giggled. “Haha yeah. And to be honest, the bathroom isn’t all that dirty. You can use it if you want to, but, uhh-“ “- Babe,” she interjected, “honestly, I’d much rather use my bathroom at home rather than here. Besides, I you know I like a good challenge.” She said with a wink, kissing me again. “You sure you’re okay with this?” I asked again, nervous. “I’m sure,” she said with a smile, crossing her legs and swaying her butt back and forth, “I’m just glad that you don’t think I’m gross for my little problem right now.” “I’m glad you don’t think I’m gross either!” I said, with a relieved sigh, “you never have to feel shame about your bodily functions around me.” “I’ve noticed,” she said, amused. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve had to fart really bad since I walked in here, and I don’t want to leave it in your office.” She said bashfully, as she scurried out of my office to fart in some unassuming location of the store. I smiled in relief, satisfaction, and arousal, all at once. The next two hours have since been branded into my memory.
  10. Chapter 1 Jess was a hot, mid twenties woman at a neighborhood party. Her huge boobs in that tight black top matched her tight jeans a she walked in those high heels. She went to the bathroom to freshen up halfway through the night after everyone already had plenty of drinks and danced in the house. No one was outside the bathroom yet to wait. So Jess took her time. She didn’t even need to pee. She saw a makeup kit on the shelf above the toilet and went to grab it. For some reason she had not been thinking and left the top of the toilet seat up, so she was balancing on the sides. As her legs wobbled, her boobs caused the weight of her body to unbalance as she tripped and her foot went straight into the toilet. “Shit that hurt!” She said. As she felt the pain ease in her ankle she looked down and said, “oh gross.” She tried to step out of the toilet but she did not. Her foot was stuck! “Crap!” The cold toilet water sent a chill up her spine and she shivered then after regaining focus heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Um...hello?” Someone on the other side said awkwardly. And in discomfort . “Um,” Jess said. “Just a minute.” Amanda was on the other side of the bathroom door in the hallway. As Jess unwillingly occupied it, Amanda stood there in her latex black tight short shorts that showed off her long white shiny legs. She wore flips flops, and a white hoodie sweater. Her brown hair tied up. She had a few glasses of wine tonight and was a bit upset she did drank that much in a full house with one bathroom. She looked worried as he fingers twiddled over each other and she gave a hop here and there to squirm the discomfort away. Not long after Chris showed up. A tan, in shape fellow with brown hair, glasses, fresh shaved face, and black t shirt and tight blue jeans. He was always a little awkward over his need for a bathroom. The fact he now had to wait behind a hot girl like Amanda only made him more shy. Erin had just had a great night dancing with her friends. She smiled as she went upstairs, each step another pulse to her well filled bladder. One of those hot brunettes with a perfect model body who held it until the last minute. Boy, would she regret it tonight. Her sparkling short black dress in high heel black boots made her a treasure for any mans eyes. “Ah shit!” She said. Seeing two people in front of her. She held the sides of her dress as she looked down at the door and asked if the person was going to be a while as she felt her panties in danger of being flooded and her facing huge embarrassment. Amanda knocked. “Um, you’ve been in there a while. Like five minutes. Something.” She was getting nervous. Nerves tensing up would not help her bladder hold. Her back foot kicked back and stood on the toes. Her exposed legs squeezed tight. In the bathroom, after numerous hard pulls off the wall Jess’s foot remained stuck in the toilet. Keeping a needed potty break from everyone on the other side of the door. “Almost done!” She said. Then something bad happened. She looked to the sink and saw the faucet had stated to drip....drip....drip.....“Oh, oh....”. That and the feeling of toilet water on her foot, and being so close yet so detailed form relief Jess felt the drinks in her bladder start to boil. She moaned as she grasped her crotch and grinder her teeth. TO BE CONTINUED....
  11. Hi everyone! As you already know, @k_nor won the second Kozmo-Lotto! Their request was to hold at the movies. I did so, and I unfortunately...er...did not make it through the whole movie. Oops. Anyway, here's how that day went. I was spending a weekend at a friends house when this happened. I knew what movie I wanted to see (I was planning to see one that weekend anyway), the movie being Ouija: Origin of Evil. I made an excuse to my friends, saying I needed to run some errands and I'd be back. Before leaving said friends place, I grabbed one of those new weird green cokes to go (Coca Cola Life or something) and set off on my way home. When I got back to my place, which was empty, I threw my now empty can away and made a cup of tea to sip at while I picked out my outfit. All the winner specified was tight jeans, so I went with my tightest pair which is pretty light blue in color, and decided on my Walking Dead T-Shirt, which is black with the shows logo on the front, and hugs me pretty well. I guess now that I'm getting into outfit its time for the OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE! Believe it or not, my hair is just flat out not black anymore, a very recent dye-job puts it at a dark red, but at the time it was still a brown akin to how it was last time I told a story (I delayed writing this a bit lol.) in other news my skin is still pretty pale, I'm still in the 5'5-5'9 area (probably closer to the former) and still between like 100-110 ish in pounds. I am a tiny girl, this is in no way healthy. In addition to what I wore above, I threw on a beanie and a Deadman Wonderland wristband and painted my nails black to match the aesthetic that was forming...I returned to my 16 year old punk girl self for a day (I'm 21 now) and wore a tight black belt with a silver butterfly buckle on the front. If you care about underwear for any reason, I had a matching sleek set of black/red bra and panties. I'm a color synergy kind of person, through and through. By the time I had finished this outfit and put it all on, I had 2 cups of tea. I was starting to feel myself fill, which meant by the time I arrived for the film, I'd be kind of antsy. No doubt that's the way it was intended to be though. ~ I grabbed a bottle of water out of my fridge and set out. The drive to the theater was interesting. I knew I wasn't THAT full yet as I headed there, even as I was downing water with the intention of it being gone by the time I got there. It was due to the fact that not only was my seatbelt tight on me, the belt of my also tight pants had a grip to it too. It was like I had locked my lower body in a vice grip. By the time I pulled into the parking lot I had a bouncy knee that I was trying to ignore, the general feeling of constriction causing regular pangs of need. That was actually what had me inclined to pull my old hoodie out of the back and take it with me...Just in case I had to tie it around my waist in an emergency (Spoiler alert: It ends up being used in exactly that way. Foresight, people!) So I got in, and you can buy your tickets at the concession stand, so I went up there and got my ticket and favorite combo, with a twist. In addition to my ticket for Ouija, I got my standard Hotdog & Nacho combo, but I did what I actually always do...Upsized the drink! See, I go to the theaters a LOT, and when you upsize your drink to the highest size, it comes in a big collector cup with a figure/topper for whatever the big film is this time of year. I actually have a collection of these...So far I have batman and his cup (BVS) Iron Man and his cup (Civil War), all 4 ninja turtles and their respective cups, the starship enterprise cup...You get the idea. This time, I was very excited to see a Doctor Strange cup topped with a figure of the man himself to add to my collection. I was there for a bit though, things were running slow, so by the time he actually got around to filling the damn thing I was standing there, legs slightly crossed with my nails impatiently tapping back and forth on the counter. I KNOW the guy could feel my eyes drilling holes into him, and seeing and hearing him fill up the cup that EASILY holds more than a liter that I knew would be inside me soon filled my lower body with a nervous sense of urgency that was really hard to ignore, but I had to remember I was here for Omo-Org! No going to the bathroom here, no exceptions. Eventually I had my food and drink, and proceeded to the theater itself. I picked a seat that was fairly secluded away from mobs of people, and chipped away at my nachos and had a few sips of my massive rootbeer before the movie began. Neat trailers, good stuff, yadda ya. I gotta say that movie by Jordon Peele, Get Out, looks like its gonna be damn spooky, can't wait to see it. So the movie starts, its a very exorcisty movie, I'm not going to give too many spoilers, just know that Doris is the creepiest horror movie little girl I've ever seen. It felt like the pressure in my bladder was growing with the tension and arc of the movie itself, constantly washing down my food with way too much rootbeer was not helping that at all. By the time the frights and scares were in full swing, I was sitting in my seat, legs crossed and squeezing together while my hands dug their nails into my armrests. I think I was even rocking a little, I had to GO. I don't do number stages, just know I was at that spot where you've gone from holding reliably but very uncomfortably to uncertainty about your composure and ability to hold on. This is really hard to describe, how the two tensions are so different but one and the same, and feed off eachother. DESPERATELY needing to pee, and that feeling you get in the latter half of a horror movie where you can't relax while watching. You can't untense, you can't let your guard down, everything is running at a terrifying high and you can't even afford to blink or a scare could have you screaming, your heart won't stop beating because you know whats coming, the adrenaline pumping through you. You know what I'm trying to say? For me, those two things fed off eachother like a wildfire. The most tense and anxious I got, the worse I needed to pee, and vice versa. It didn't help that having my conscience split between two veeery pressing things was making both things very difficult. I dribbled a couple times throughout the film, but my first substantial leak came, for those who have seen it, after that fateful discussion that is followed by them walking downstairs, only to hear Doris running around the house somewhere. The footsteps and the thing that happened immediately after cause my breath to flat out stop. The focus slipping from my bladder, I almost didn't notice the sudden spreading of warmth in my underwear. I shot my hand between my legs, squeezed my legs together, and had a brief moment of panic while I clamped down. I wasn't intending to lose it there in the theater; best case scenario I was hoping to get out of the building and close to my car (technically friends car I borrowed) before I lost it. I felt between my legs and knew I was pretty wet between the legs, but the darkness of the theater made it so I couldn't see it. Fate had other plans in store for me, however. I let my guard down, likely due to being a trembling, sweaty, desperate and shaking mess trying not to piss myself in a movie theater, but letting my guard down is my fault nonetheless. For I sat there, hands between my legs as I frantically rocked, hoping it would end, when one of the movies bits caught me off guard. For who expects for a character to close a door, only for a little girl with white eyes to be on the ceiling like a spider directly above them? If you've seen this film, you know the scene. I SCREAMED, my hands shot to my face and my legs locked together, and I horribly lost control of my bladder and started peeing my pants in an instant. The second I felt my floodgates burst and the warm wetness VIOLENTLY spreading all over my ass and underneath me I lurched forward, shuddering a ton as I shoved my hands between my legs again to grip myself for dear life, swearing under my breath and verbally commanding myself to stop, to stop peeing, as I pressed down as hard as I could, but with the pressure my bladder was under combined with the feeling of relief, my body was having none of it. I couldn't shut the gates, no matter how many times I threw one leg over the other, shook, shuddered, moaned under my breath trying to stop it, the feeling of my hands and my lower body soaking, and still continually being drenched, was far too much. My seat was squishy and saturated, and I could hear it soaking all the way through the chair and pouring onto the floor. By the time I was done I thought I had created a new ocean. I stood up as subtly as I could, tied my sweater around my waist and sat in the next chair over until the movie was over. I started to feel an extreme guilt. I didn't mean to wet myself here, and I'm one of the biggest advocates of not having other people deal with the consequences of your fetish activities. I cannot begin to describe the guilt I felt. I pulled myself together though, and reminded myself that I did not intend for this to happen here. This was an accident, in multiple meanings of the word. I decided the least I could do is tell the worker...but not THAT part. I poured some of my rootbeer I had left on the seat, and some into the puddle I had left on the floor. With the cup I had, a mess of this magnitude would be likely. There was a dude with a bin and a mop waiting for people to leave the theater, and it was time to put my cuteness into action! I sheepishly approached him with a shy vibe and the exchange went something like.. "Hey...um...excuse me..." "Hm?" "I..u-uhm...spilled my drink where I was sitting...and I made a bit of a mess..." it was at this point I gestured to my gigantic Doctor Strange cup I was holding. "Oh don't worry about it! Stuff happens you know? Its my job, don't worry I'll take care of it, have a nice night!" He seemed kind of blushy and non-eyecontacty. Mission accomplished. Being cute gets you out of trouble.~ My hoodie took care of my backside, though I knew my upper thighs and crotch area were dark so I dangled my purse in front of me down there, and walked out as unassumingly as I possibly could, and took a long way around the parking lot to the car. I don't know if anyone looked at me or in my direction, I was purposefully avoiding looking at people so they didn't feel inclined to look back at me. I laid out the towel I had brought with me across the seat for obvious reasons, and drove back home to change, gather some things, before heading back to my friends place (picked up some whiskey and stuff on the way, because all night drunk movie marathon!) And so, another Kozmo-Lotto Contract was fulfilled. I hope you all enjoyed my story! MAKE SURE TO LIKE SHARE AND SUBSCRIBE AND FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER @KZUMUFOX-- Kidding, this isn't youtube LOL! But as always, please leave feedback if you have it. I like to know how well I'm contributing to the community, and if there's things either in my writing or my actions that result in writing that I need to work on. Hell, who am I kidding, say anything you want to say.~ drop a comment or even shoot me a message, I love hearing from everyone, as always. I love you all! I hope everyone is having a nice day.~ P.S if you saw the movie what'd you think? I really enjoyed it, way better than the first film.
  12. 'How.....How did it come to this....' Hours past.....Tragedies averted, perversions diverted, and agonies distorted..... All leading up to this one...final....intense moment.... It all started a day much like any other. The sun peeked out over the horizon, slowly raising to see our story's heroine listlessly....Fruitlessly tossing and turning in bed.... "Nnnnn....I wanna go back to sleep...." she grumbled for what was likely the fifth time that morning, but she couldn't shake this sense of....unease? Discomfort? Dread? No..it wasn't any of that.... No...Kozuko Motou [Koz-Mo for short], was..... ... In a rut. 'I get up... I work....I go home for some internet time....and I go to bed..' she thought to herself, before eventually prying the colors off of her. 'Feels like I'm just like a train, stuck on the rails until the day i shut down....' She didn't hate the system for it's part in things... No....It was just a....sense of looming despair that was washing over her.......A sense of dread, eating away at her sanity... She could always try out attending that school that she received an invitation to weeks ago to break up the monotony.......Maybe.. ... Or she could see if there were any new uploads to that site she frequented in her quiet time.... .... Or... .... "Buh...I just need to do something exciting..!" she quipped to herself as she fought her way out of bed..... A small frame, accented with long, dark brown hair that went halfway down her back....Wildly untamed at this time of the day. with Red pajamas hugging her lithe form snugly, as something started to shimmer behind her.... A mysterious essence, vaguely humaoid, with a mixture of purple and blue skin...Hands running over her hair, and straightening up her outfit..... "Nnn..Thanks Lotto." she muttered as she continued mulling over her decisions... The mysterious entity floating alongside her as she trudged through her apartment.... Lotto was...as she boldly stated in her movie, was a 'Sit'...A power that always sat behind her...Always watching over her, and always supporting her. It drew upon her own natural essence and emotions.... Always did what it could to support and care for her.... So, when it was coming out on it's own, she knew she was in a slump. She was grateful for it's help, but she still found herself pacing around awkwardly as the morning grew onward..... "There has to be something..." she thought to herself out loud as she made her way to the bathroom for her morning visit, her own personal timer starting to give her a few nudges where to go...... "...Oh..!!" when an idea hit her. When was the last time she'd felt frantic excitement? Such wild intensity? Such a strain to accomplish a goal in mind, blasting away the daily routine? "The Alliance Challenge, of course!" She completely discarded the notion of a bathroom to rocket to her computer and quickly navigated the pages of the web and forums....Coming upon her salvation...her relief..Her break from the monotony. Many, many months ago, our heroine had taken on an Ordeal of massive proportions, pushing her to her very limits, and even further over! She had fought, tooth and nail, for all of the marbles. Her pride, her dignity, and her well being! She had ultimately emerged victorious, at a hefty cost.....But, that wasn't something she could fret about now... No..This was a time for action, not mulling about. "If this doesn't get me out of my funk, nothing will!" she called out triumphantly, reaching for, and thumbing out her phone. "Gotta call work, tell em I won't be showing up for today..! I've got to be ready..!" She studied the past recollection, and thumbed through her emails to try to scrap together as many details as she could.....Picking up with various materials, necessary items, and various additional things.... Thinking excitedly about what she was preparing to do...And feeling the surge of excitement coming back to her..... "First up, the outfit..!" she called, dashing to her wardrobe and thumbing through for garments in question.... A lovely plaid miniskirt that came just above the knees, complimented by black knee socks that would compliment said skirt nicely..... A familiar jean jacket, with a black designer shirt underneath it...A black beanie to put over her dark hair...Which Lotto would help her tie into a pair of twintails. The only discrepancy from her attire came from the undergarments, purely by way of chance. She couldn't wear the same pair as prior, for a mixture of obvious reasons....Settling instead on some reddish cotton panties, and a similarly red bra. Pink was just light red after all, right? "Alright..! Time for Kozuko Motou to transform! Henshin a Go-go, baby!" She discarded her red pajamas, showing off copious amounts of nearly snow-white skin, Lotto assisting her in her transformation from everyday working girl Kozuko...into the internet Omo-Ninja and cinema sensation, Koz-Mo! "Alright...! Now to get ready for today..!" she told herself, grabbing two extra pairs of panties, a few plastic bags, a mug, and a handful of change to deposit in her bag... Slipping into some fuzzy black boots as she prepared to tackle today! ... ......... .............. About an hour or so later, she made her way to the Mall of her destiny, with a bit of nervous apprehension...and a bit of welling excitement. She had been here many moons ago, to have her climactic accident for the world to know.....But they would never see something like this to come... An encore..... "Or at least as much as I can muster..." she stated to herself as she paced in...Preparing herself mentally for this challenge. However, as she stepped in... The essence behind her quivered....And she turned. "Ah? Lotto?" she called...As the being shimmered...twisted...and distorted... Before slowly fading back into her... The girl's eyes widening. Lotto's powers were always...sporadic, and inexplicable, yet always within the context of her own goals. It would gain the power to combat a trial she was overcoming, then fade away at the end of her trial, with little retained. She didn't know what to make of it, as she knew no others with the power of Sits, but she knew she could count on it for..whatever she needed. Koz-Mo proceeded to the food court for a proper breakfast with copious amounts of beverages, as per her own story......Glancing around for her friends. It would be unlikely that she would meet up with any of them on this random, off day she'd brought onto herself.... As she glanced over to one of the long hallways that lead to a restroom.... "Come on, Don't be like that...You know you want it..." an unpleasant looking [and likely smelling] man called out to a woman with violet hair, who went to push past him. "For the last time, I'm not intereted.." she stated in a firm, low voice.....Flinching only when the man took hold of her arm. "I wasn't asking, sweet-cheeks." the vulgar man snapped..... Moving to grab much more than an arm... As Koz-Mo sprang into action..... "KOZMO...KICK!" she announced to the man, and the world as she made a profound LEAP of faith, Lotto's powers accenting her legs so she could perform superhuman like feats...As the heel of her boot met with the man's face with a resounding KA-RACK.... The man stumbling back... "Why you...!" he snarled in response, but Koz-Mo was quicker... Landing gracefully as her skirt fluttered down with a relentless assault of punches. "ORARARARARARARARARARARA!" she sounded off, each punch colliding with the man's body in tandem to completely overwhelm him, knocking him to the ground in a heap of pain. Koz-Mo watched as a few security guards at the mall hauled the man off... the mysterious violet haired girl turning to her. "Thank you for the assistance, miss." she mused with a pleasant smile, as Koz-Mo turned. "Just delivering justice upon evil! No thanks are needed." she replied with a confident grin, one hand on her side, while the other posed on her chest. It was a bit silly to pose after a victory, but dammit it was tradition. "Well, then....Between Just-us.." the woman answered with a sly...Amused expression. "You should take some of these. I have a feeling they'll be useful on your journey..." The woman handed Koz-Mo a strange, sealed bag of some kind of what looked like blue gummy candies, the packaging on the top cluing her in to their identity. 'Aqua Droplets: Sweeter than the Relief of a full tank! "Um...Thank you..?" Koz-Mo called as she looked up... but, to her surprise... The mysterious woman was gone! Confused, yet with her interest piqued, coupled with the adrenaline rush of a pervert beat-down, Koz-Mo returned to her spot at the foot court, and glanced over the package of droplets, the nutritional value having an...interesting discrepancy on the bottom of it. 'Warning: Do not ingest more than 3 droplets in an hour if you value your dignity, garments, and tinkle-tank's well being.' The text made Koz-Mo flush with embarrassment, given the woman's certainty that these would help her. Was she a witness to her prior escapade? Did she recognize her? Or was it all some kind of weird coincidence? And most importantly.... "Is this thing....Legit?" she couldn't help but ponder, the packaging seeming normal as she glanced over her shoulder. "Lotto! Thoughts?" The essence that covered her seemed to peek out at the bag of candies, a hand running over the bag.. Before curling into a thumbs up. If nothing else, she could be assured it was no toxin, drug, or otherwise harmful substance, as she tore open the bag. "Only one way to find out for sure.." she called to herself as she gingerly took one of the candies, and placed it in her mouth... Lightly sucking on it, and swirling it around in her mouth... Surprisingly, it tasted incredibly well! A strange mixture of sugary-glaze, with an oddly refreshing aftertaste that filled her mouth like her favorite soda. She barely realized she had swallowed the candy as it went down easily..... Prompting her to glance down at the bag. "Huh...interesting..." she called, lightly shifting her hips to gauge her own meter. She wasn't anywhere close to starting the challenges like before....and after about a minute of waiting, she let out a slight sigh. "Well, it was worth a try." she remarked with a wistful tone, grabbing a handful of the candies, and popping them in her mouth...Enjoying the pleasant, refreshing and sweet taste, washed down by whatever was inside of them..As she stood up to get some lunch.. Pang....Pang.....PANG! And flinching as she felt a sudden jolt in her lower belly. A sudden, pronounced need making itself known. She lightly pressed her knees together, blinking a bit as she recognized her urge... "Oh...Maybe..I just read it wrong..." she thought to herself as she started over to one of the many food stands, pleasantly surprised by the effects....And intending to push herself a bit further... .... .......... Only to find herself go from a brisk pace, to a staggered walk...to a slow hobble....To kneeling over in abject agony....To completely bent over, both hands buried in her skirt... "Haaahn...Haaaah...HAAAAH...!" she groaned out faster and faster, each moment feeling like she was a balloon being filled with a garden hose. Seconds felt like gallons being added, and she could barely move without feeling warmth coating her hands... "Nnn..!! NNNN....I..I can't...It's...It's..." she whimpered quietly to herself, losing herself in the pressure...The ocean...The waves...The sheer, oncoming flood...... "Aaaaahhhhhh..!!!!" As a fierce jet of crystal-clear liquid shot out of her, offering no mercy to her panties, her skirt, her socks, her fingers, or the very ground she slumped on. Her knees knocked, her legs shook, and her hips wobbled as spray after spray made a mockery of the human capacity to retain liquid. Her red panties were soaked from gusset to halfway up her posterior, trickling trails troubling her creamy legs, and saturating the black socks she had worn to accentuate the plaid, which was quickly starting to mat to her hips, and hands... Both of which were now bathed in warm wetness of Koz-Mo's personal Lemonade.... Her faucet relentlessly gushing out for several agonizingly blissful minutes.... "Ahhhnn..Ahhhhh.....!" The girl herself made several groaning, moan-filled pantings as every ounce of liquid she had been retaining...Or, what very well felt like every bit of liquid she had ever drank in her entire life was pouring out of her.... Her deluge of waters making a puddle that looked like it could fill a fountain.......And she still didn't feel even remotely close to empty! People were gathering...Marveling....Exclaiming.....Ridiculing...panicking.... She was making a scene... The biggest scene she could imagine in recent memory... "Haaaahhnnnn....Haaaa....Haaaaa...!!!" And yet, the girl's mind was completely scrubbed of any other thoughts than relief as she could do nothing but helplessly provide the mall with a bountiful supply of her waters, shuddering and shivering as she continued to pee on, and on and on.... losing herself in the mass of relief, and feeling her mind starting to go completely blank with relief...... Before she suddenly found herself back in her seat, with the handful of blue candies in her hand... And the essence of Lotto slowly flickering out of her body. "...Ah?" She checked at the bag, her garments, and most importantly, the area around her for signs of what she had just experienced, finding none. No people gawking, no massive Lake Koz-Mo spreading it's borders throughout the lands.. No onlookers mocking or marveling at her mistake. No growing stains on her skirt, no liquids cascading down her thighs, no dampness in her garments... It was as things were mere minutes ago...Completely free of the tinkle-turmoil that has entrapped her lands.... "Did...Lotto just send me...Back?!" she thought out loud, going to confer with herself to piece it together, with the being's help. She had indeed warped back to a 'Checkpoint' in her current plotline....just before the fatal mistake for her bladder's control..... Something that Lotto defined to her as a potential Wet End. She quickly deposited the sweets back in their packaging, and quickly tucked it away into her bag....Waiting for the telltale moment from her previous experience after she'd stood up.... Pang.... And, as if on cue, she felt the pressure in her own tank slowly coming to surface.... The first droplet affecting her. and making her press her legs together. Thousands of thoughts raced in her mind at this, about the mysterious woman..about Lotto's time-travel's trick...About the sheer-implosion of her bladder, mass of relief, and outright devastation of all liquids she ever held dear......But, none of them were important right now... No..... Now, was the time for something much more than that......With her bladder now at a suitably comfortable level of need, and with no risk of the forcible expulsion of her liquids... She could properly begin...The Alliance Challenge, Redux! \ --------------------------------------------------\ | To Be Continued...... | -------------------------------------------------- / / ========================================================================================================================================== AuthorFaust: Faust hopes you all have enjoyed part 1 of Koz-Mo's Alliance challenge, Redux! A Re-telling of Kozmofox's wondrous Kozmo Lotto Challenge This story is obviously inspired, heavily influenced, and otherwise instituted by Kozmo's lovely telling of her own experience, to which Faust has decided to do as a story in his own style, [With the blessing of KozmoFox, of course], but with a few extra...little twists. Feel free to go back and Read Kozmo's challenge to see what kind of things to expect, but be warned.... Not everything will go as it did for her, so stay tuned to find out what happens next in this Faust-inian remix of one of [If not THE in Faust's opinion] best experiences Omo.org has to offer! Expect drama, romance^, and Action galore! *Addendum: Romance is highly unlikely in this story. Instead, you should expect copious amounts of illicit, watery-y Wet-ends to sate the curious minds, and the majesty of the ever prominent answers to the question 'What If?' @KozmoFox Here is the first bout in writing! Faust hopes you believe it is a fitting story to work with your own experience!
  13. **A sequel to a story I wrote a while back. Titled "Females Teachers vs the Bell" you can find on my profile if you want to read it. There WILL be LINES lol made this new post because I wanted to have LINES in the title** If you didn’t read the first story here: Chapter 1 Ms. Channy remembered all those months ago. That faithful day at school, it was supposed to be like every other. Go in, teach, eat, teach, and go home. Ms. Channy however, a late thirties, short brown hair, big breast, hips, and strong legs but a flat belly, she went through something different. To this day when she wakes up she takes medication for her damaged bladder from that day. It was so unfair, it still made her sad. She remembers being right at the bathroom, after hours of agony, finally ready to go. Then the plumbing went to hell, and she held it in as long as she could. She really did…poor Ms. Channy crossed legs, and tightened her muscles so hard but alas, she remembers when she exploded in front of all her students. She soaked her pants, shit in them, and everyone saw and laughed. She nearly had a heart attack from the humiliation. Luckily, she got a new job, in a new high school, with only one teachers bathroom BUT it had multiple stalls, and by the end of this month, provided she doesn’t burst again, her bladder will have healed after literally exploding that day. “Time to go to work,” Ms. Channy said as she kissed her boyfriend Ben who spent the night over. She slipped on tight black dress pants, black shoes, and a red button-down sweater that were tight around her big breasts. It was the first night Ben spent over. She was not use to it, but liked it. However, she noticed a twitch in her bladder, and then suddenly without warning it became a huge surge of pain. “Oh!....Errgg!” She closed her legs and grabbed her crotch as she took the town bus to work (her car was broken down and would not be fixed until Saturday (it was Thursday now). Damn! Forgot to pee before I left home. People on the bus looked at the desperate teacher who pulled her hand away from her crotch. Her bladder was so full though. Ms. Channy felt like she might lose it any second. She crossed her legs in her tight black pants, and the foot hanging over the other leg shook back and forth. Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it! Come on, you can hold it, just don’t think about it. The bus hit a big bump in the road as it passed a construction site. Everyone on the bus was lifted into the air and then back down briefly. Ms. Channy’s lips curved as she felt the ocean inside her about to spray out like madness. It was so embarrassing as she tried to hide her need to go, but had to place both hands in her crotch, plugging herself up. Finally, they reached school. Oooooooh thank GOD! Ms. Channy thought. There was not much time left, as she knew she would explode any second, and that could mean dire consequences for her already damaged bladder that was so close to recovery for good. She ran into the school. To keep her cool around students she slowed down to keeping her legs tight together, taking small steps and keeping her back straight. She could NOT PEE HER PANTS AGAIN! NO! “Hey Ms. Channy!” yelled a student, named Bobby. Ms. Channy felt her heart race and mouth go dry as her nerves kicked up. She waved to Bobby as she hurried past down to the women teacher’s lavatory room. She turned the knob and pushed open. The door opened a crack and stopped. Something was blocking it. “What the?” She pushed again, and again, each harder than the last. She was running out of time…and so were her panties! She knocked hard and fast. “Uummmm…is anyone in there?” “Duh!” said a woman from behind the door. “Well can you let me in already? I’m fighting a losing battle out here.” “Just wait. God, you older teachers. Maybe you have time to get your makeup done in the morning but we sure don’t. Give us a minute.” Ms. Channy was in panic. Her legs tight together as she held her hands against her belly while her feet shuffled. It was coming. She sweat as she felt a warm liter of liquid pushing its way to exit her body. “Girls please! Please, I have to pee, let me in, please!” ”Just hold it in another minute!” Ms. Channys legs were shuffling up and down to her belly. She felt so bloated. She grabbbed the handle and pushed hard and got it open only to be closed back up. ”Just hold it in!” ”I...r-really g-g-gotta go,” Ms Channy said through tears of agony, jumbling her words together. She continued to knock, and students in the hall started to stare and giggle at her desperation. This could NOT be happening again. Her body right up against the door as she pushed, her crotch turned to the corner of the wall where the door opened, and pushed in to plug herself up. SPURT a drop almost shot out but Channy crossed her legs quick enough to keep the load inside. The pee hurt as it boiled inside. Finally, the teacher on the other side took her foot off of the door and Ms. Channy burst into the bathroom about to explode in her pants. The two very young, newly hired teachers blocked her path to the stalls. Ms. Channy bounced in place and cried. “Ms. Channy, please respect us next time. We work two jobs and get up early every morning just to come here looking like hell and- “ “Fucking move!” Channy said as she shoved them out of the way and went for one of the three stalls. The two young teachers grabbed her again and pulled her back from behind. Ms. Channy was a nervous wreck. She bounced uncontrollably. “We kept the door locked cause we don’t want someone in here taking a shit while we do makeup.” Ms. Channy said, “I don’t have to shit, I have to pee, BAD!” ”We know who you are,” one of them said. “You pissed and shit your pants in that other school.” Ms Channy eyes widened in terror at what they knew. “Just remember that. Respect us and we don’t have to tell everyone that story.” ”Fine!” Channy yelled. Then she sprinted off. She pushed but it was locked. No feet below it. But a sign on it read OUT OF ORDER. She then inhaled a nasty smell and saw some green and brown sludge spots on the floor. She thought she heard rumors of a plumbing backup from the sewers. She stormed into the next stall and bounced as she unbuttoned her pants, “gotta pee gotta pee,” She pulled them pants down and her panties down, and spread her legs as she sat and.....nothing came out. “What..”She pushed but nothing came out yet her bladder ached and burned as the pee remained inside. She started to sweat as she remembered the doctor said holding it in too long could cause one of two things cause of her injury. One was her muscles would become so tense that weakness of her bladder would become smushed and block the pee from coming out. People this happened to usually go the rest of their lives with a full aching bladder. Some would last for years and then burst at random. “No no this can’t be happening!” She shocked her fingers up her pussy as far as she could and pushed and pushed. Hoping it would work. She could not go through life like this. Then she felt it. It got hot and wet down there and She pulled her fingers out. THEN, pee shot out of her like fire. Yet, she sighed in relief, feeling her aching bladder quickly ease with no more pain. She breathed steady as a loud eruption of pee filled the toilet. She slouched over with her pants around her ankles releasing it all. Just then as she still pissed the stall door got kicked open. Ms Channy sat up in shock as the two young teachers laughed at the pantsless teacher. “Might want to hurry for these people.” Ms Channy peaked outside the stall door and saw three other female teachers in line waiting for an available stall. All were no older than 28 and had mini skirts and heels. Ms. Channy turned red. “Just....give me a moment.” She covered her crotch as two those bitch teachers smiled and watched. “Alright close the door I gotta go! I can’t in front of you guys.” They refused so Ms Channy kicked up and closed the door with her foot and locked, and the rest of her pent up pee drained out of her. Soon she was done, wiped, flushed, and washed her hands and headed out dry and mighty with dignity, ready for the day. Everything went smoothly. She went home later, calm, and went to bed. The next morning, she awoke…SHE WENT TO PEE BEFORE SHE LEFT…and put on some clothes and headed to school. She wore tight blue jeans that showed nice on her big hips and butt. She wore a white t-shirt with a black sweater over it, and brown shoes. She finished her morning coffee on the bus on the way to school. It was Friday. She had another cup at home before she left. So, after another bumpy bus ride it was easy to know why she felt a slight twitch in her bladder. No pain, a small pulse that came and went. She had to pee, but was fine. Besides, as she passed the teacher’s lavatory she saw a line outside the door of squirming female teachers. “Boy hate to be stuck in something like that again,” she laughed, and went to her first class. Little did she know of the plumbing below the school, slowly filling with more sewage sludge as the pipe problem remained. What would happen? TO BE CONTINUED….and yes there will be LINE WAITNG
  14. Hello, readers. This is a part of my new Couples Series: A collection of short stories that focus on normal couples who partake in various holding games. Each one will be standalone and completely unrelated to each other. This particular story features: [Female Desperation] [Clothed Wetting] [Pad Wetting] [Male Peeing] ***** Couples Series: Amara and Jason Amara yawned and rolled over in her bed, placing a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “You awake?” she whispered, rubbing his arm gently. “Mmph, yeah,” Jason mumbled, flopping onto his back and looking into Amara’s shining brown eyes. “What time is it?” “Ten,” Amara answered. “I’ve been awake for like half an hour. I’ve already put clothes on. I was waiting for you to wake up naturally, I know you love sleeping late on Saturdays, but I’m getting really squirmy.” Jason perked up quickly, turning in the bed to face her. He slid his hand between them and pressed gently into her belly, feeling hardness and warmth as she moaned and pulled away from him. “You still good for the plan today?” he asked her. “It’s pretty daring.” “Oh, I can’t wait!” Amara chirped. “I’ve always wanted to do it, but I’ve always been too shy to do it alone. With you right there, I’ll be able to keep my courage up.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to hold with you?” “No, not this time,” Amara exhaled. “I’ve never done anything like this before, and I want you in proper shape to stop me from panicking.” “Fair enough,” Jason said. “Maybe I’ll fill up for you at home tonight?” “Sounds good,” Amara giggled. “Alright, I’m really desperate. Gotta get up and drink, then get the heck out of here before it’s too late.” ***** Amara and Jason were a happy couple. She was twenty four, he was twenty three, and they both shared many interests - They enjoyed the same movies, the same books, they shared the same liberal beliefs and the same childfree lifestyle. They were perfect for each other, and their relationship was made even stronger by the fact that their sexual desires matched up just as well as their personalities. They both loved holding in their pee for as long as they could, and they both loved torturing each other while they were desperate. Today’s game was Amara’s own idea. “Jason, I wanna try something really ballsy,” she had said the night before. “I wanna drink like two liters of water before bed so I wake up super desperate, and then I wanna drink another liter and go for a long walk together. All the way around the park, it’s gotta be close to three miles.” “You tripping?” Jason had responded. “You’ll soak yourself in front of everyone.” “I know it’s really risky,” Amara insisted, “But I’ve fantasized about being really desperate in public for years now, and with you I finally feel like I can be brave enough.” “You’re really willing to have an accident out in the open?” Jason had asked with concern in his eyes. “People around here might recognize us, are you sure about this?” “I think I’ll be able to hold it though,” Amara stated. “If I’m outside, with people everywhere, I’ll have enough incentive to hang on a lot longer than I usually would. You should be excited, you’ll get to see me more desperate than I’ve ever been. I figure I’ll wear a pad so if I just dribble a little bit it won’t show. I know how you love that.” “Oh, fuck yes,” Jason agreed enthusiastically. “Alright, I’m in.” ***** Back in the present, Amara slid her legs off of the bed and stood up, moaning and wiggling her hips. “I didn’t think drinking two liters would have me so desperate in the morning,” she complained, placing a hand on her bulging belly. “Maybe it’s just because I’m still tired. Once I wake up more I should be able to control it better.” “You’re really incredible, you know,” Jason breathed. “Most people would have wet the bed by now. I know you have a big bladder, but if you drink another liter before you leave...you’re REALLY sure you want to do this?” “I am,” Amara said adamantly. “I need to do this or I’ll never be satisfied. It’s one of my biggest fantasies. I want to make sure I drink enough that I’ll absolutely lose control at some point soon, I want to really have to fight and struggle to keep it in. It has to be real.” “I love you so fuckin’ much,” Jason groaned, reaching out to take Amara’s hand. She slapped at it playfully, then gripped his wrist and pulled. “Come on you lump, get up. Go pee so we can get out of here.” “Aye, fine… Go drink your liter, I’ll meet you by the door.” “Gotta get my B.C. and a pad first,” Amara said, following Jason to the bathroom. He pulled the waistband of his pajama pants down and began relieving himself in the toilet while Amara dug around under the sink. She soon came up with a small pink square, and groaned as she watched Jason pee. “That makes it so much worse,” she hissed, crossing her legs tightly and bouncing up and down. Jason just grinned at her as he finished and flushed the toilet. Amara reached into the medicine cabinet next, withdrawing her circular case of birth control pills and she tucked it down the front of the purple sweater she was wearing. Amara was also wearing thick, light blue leggings, the sort of thing that would display a wetting very prominently. Jason knew that was part of the fun for her; it wouldn’t be as risky if she was wearing black jeans or if she just wet her panties under a skirt. She slid the leggings down to her knees, along with a pair of purple cotton bikini panties. She put the pad in place, made sure it was stuck on tight, and then pulled her clothes back into position. The shape of the pad was slightly visible through her tight leggings, just a small bulge right between her legs. “I’m ready. Oh God, I’m so turned on right now. I can’t believe I’m finally going to do this!” “I’m really happy for you,” Jason said with a wide smile. “I know how it feels to have a lifelong fantasy come true. I felt the same thing when you first let me push on your bladder till you burst. I just hope that nothing goes wrong with this.” “It’ll be fine,” Amara muttered dismissively. “Alright, enough lollygagging, we gotta go now.” Jason grinned at her. “I’mma get dressed. Head downstairs, I’ll be there in a second.” Amara nodded and turned away, leaving him alone in the bedroom. As promised, he joined Amara downstairs in a timely fashion. He was wearing a green hoodie and black sweats, the perfect getup for a walk. They headed into the kitchen where Amara pulled open the fridge and took out two half-liter water bottles. She withdrew her pills and stuck the one marked ‘SAT’ in her mouth. Jason looked on, rather impressed, as she chugged down both bottles inside of thirty seconds. “Damn, Amy, you’re not messing around, are ya?” “Nope!” Amara chirped, still wiggling her hips. “Even with how great of a holder I am, there’s no way I’ll be able to last long with three liters in me. It’s gonna take over an hour and a half to get around the park at walking speed. Probably quite a bit more since I’m sure I’ll be slowing down a lot the more desperate I get. This is gonna be a serious fight.” Jason just smiled as he held the door open for Amara, and a minute later, they stood at the entrance to the park. It was a large, rather generic park, a street and a walking trail circling the entire thing. They loved living so close to it, and it made for a great view from any of their windows. Other walkers and bike riders moved past, completely unaware of the bulging bladder hidden under Amara’s sweater. On such a nice day, there were at least a couple hundred people in the park, and that was only what they could see from the entrance. With a squirm and a soft moan, Amara steeled herself and began to walk at a quick pace. Jason kept up, walking right beside her, his neck craned to watch all of the little desperate movements she made. They walked on and on, passing a playground, a baseball field...and the only restrooms in the park. As they passed said restrooms, Amara released an extended sigh and crossed her legs for a moment before she shook her head and kept moving forward. Half an hour into their journey, Amara was already getting somewhat frantic. Every breath she exhaled came out as an audible moan, and every couple dozen steps she would stumble forwards as she tried to press her legs together. “How are you doing?” Jason asked softly, wrapping his right hand around Amara’s left. Her skin was burning hot, and he knew that she was physically straining. “So desperate,” she whined. “The liter I drank is already hitting me hard...my belly feels so tight against my waistband. I’d slide my pants and panties a little lower to get them off my bladder, but then the pad would get all loose.” “Speaking of the pad, is it still dry?” Jason asked next. “Yeah. I’m fighting as hard as I can not to leak. I don’t want it to fill up slowly, I want it ready in case I really start spurting later.” “Good, good,” Jason said. “You mind if I have a little feel?” Amara smiled and shook her head. “Of course not. Turn towards the trees though so it just looks like we’re hugging…” She turned to face the treeline that hid the park from the road, and jason wrapped his arms around Amara’s waist. He placed a hand on her belly and prodded her gently, feeling the taut skin and the solid organ beneath it. Her bladder was really round, and with every soft touch, Amara gasped and gripped his arm tighter. “I just wanna give it a huge squeeze,” Jason whispered in her ear. “I won’t, though. As much as I love watching you wet, I’m very curious to see how this goes.” Amara reached up and rubbed his shoulder. “You’ll see me soak myself one way or another, either out here or back home. If I do make it back, I’ll put on something nicer to give you a better show.” “You look amazing right now,” Jason said. “I want to see you pee like that, no matter where we are.” Amara smiled and stepped away from him. “We have to keep moving, I’m on a serious time limit. And no more touching my bladder, even soft rubs make it really hard to hold on.” “As you wish,” Jason said with a comedic bow. They continued on, passing a well-populated tennis court, and soon after...the public pool. It was empty due to the somewhat chilly weather, but the exposed water seemed to send Amara into a fit of desperation. She yelped suddenly and doubled over, drawing weird looks from a dogwalker who had just passed them. She flushed red and bounced in place, obviously struggling with the choice between restraining a leak and maintaining her dignity. Jason placed a hand on her shoulder. “You alright, Amy? Remember, just say the word and I’ll find somewhere for you to pee.” “No,” she gasped. “Don’t say things like that...I have to hold on, no matter how bad it gets. Like I said, it has to be real.” Jason nodded and stood by as she squirmed in place and held herself. It took almost a full minute for her to stand straight again, and at that point her whole body was shaking with effort. “Gottagetawayfromthepool,” she ranted breathlessly. She took off at almost a jogging pace, her moans fully audible. They weren’t just moans of desperation, they were obviously full of pleasure, the kind of moans a woman made moments before she reached orgasm. Jason cringed slightly as he ran after her. “You gotta try to quiet down,” he mumbled as he caught up with her. “If people hear you moaning like that, they’ll think… I dunno, they’ll think you have one of those little vibrators in you or something.” Amara sighed and closed her mouth, which only had the effect of turning her moans into loud, sexually-charged humming. Despite her desperation, Jason knew that she was horny beyond belief. She got frisky enough every time she had a normal pee, but this, a “lifelong fantasy” as she put it, must have her completely out of her mind. Jason, surprisingly, was managing quite well. Amara was absolutely hot right now, but his concern for her was trumping his physical attraction to the situation. Guess that’s how I know I really love her, he thought with a grin. She really is brave. I just hope she’ll know when to quit if she really does start wetting herself… It took ten minutes for them to get out of sight of the pool, and as soon as the glistening blue water left her vision, Amara stopped and began breathing heavily. “I’m surprised you could jog with such a full bladder,” Jason panted. “I do it a lot, on the treadmill,” Amara responded. “It feels amazing, my bladder bouncing around like that. I have a hard time peeing while I’m moving though, so it’s all good. I mean, I CAN if I’m desperate enough, but I don’t have much trouble holding it either. Stopping though...that’s not easy.” The truth in her words was apparent. She had her right hand held tightly between her legs, her left held in a fist clenched at her side. “Ugh, when I hold myself I like to squeeze a finger right against my pee hole, but the pad doesn’t let me get all up in there.” “Too bad, so sad,” Jason quipped, putting on a false frown. Amara pouted at him, then giggled slightly. “Jason, I’m so desperate,” she muttered. “We’re not even half around the park yet and I feel like I’m on the verge of an accident…” Jason opened his mouth to offer help, then remembered that she’d said she wanted no such thing. He pursed his lips for a moment, then changed his strategy. “You can do it, Amara,” he said lovingly, placing his hands around her arms. “You’re really strong, it’s just a full bladder, I know that you can put up with it for a little longer.” “I’m so close to leaking,” she whimpered. Jason could feel her shivering as he held her. “I already feel a little damp, like around my lips, and it’s not just because I’m so fucking horny…All the pressure feels like it’s right there behind my pussy...” “You know it comes in waves,” Jason told her. “I know you feel like you’re about to burst, but if you can just hold on for a minute, you’ll feel a bit better.” Amara looked Jason in the eyes and nodded, still squirming in his grip. He could feel her warmth through her clothes, she was absolutely radiating heat. Her face was flushed and sweaty, and her eyes were unfocused and worried. Jason was fighting every manly instinct that he had; every fiber of his being wanted to offer her help, protection, to ask if she was alright...but he knew that wasn’t what Amara wanted, and he fully respected her wish to push her limits without a safety net. “We...we have to keep walking. The more time I waste squirming in place, the more desperate I get. Don’t let me stop again, or I really won’t make it…” Jason patted her arm in confirmation and guided her along the trail. She was obviously trying so hard to hide her desperation, and for the first time that day, Jason felt himself growing hard at the sight of her rocking her hips as she walked. It wasn’t something she normally did, and he knew that it was an effort to squeeze her legs together with each step. Three times inside the next twenty minutes, Amara gasped and stopped just for Jason to grip her hands and force her to keep walking. She was now releasing a sort of desperate, high-pitched whine that was driving Jason up the wall. His penis was pressing hard against his boxers and sweats, uncomfortable and compressed. Amara took notice, as he was walking almost as awkwardly as she was. “Hey, don’t tell me you need to pee too already?” Amara whispered. “It’s not that,” Jason mumbled. He took her hand once more and guided it to his front, and she felt how stiff he was through the layers of cotton. Amara broke out into a smile and giggled genuinely. “I can’t wait to deal with that when we get home,” she said, giving it a quick squeeze. Jason grunted and pulled away. “I don’t wanna do it in my pants before we even get home,” he sighed. “I’m probably gonna do somethin’ else in my pants first, anyway,” Amara moaned. “Don’t talk like that,” Jason encouraged her. “You have to hold it in. You don’t have any other choice. If you wet yourself out here, dozens of people will see it.” “I...I know,” Amara whined, rocking her hips with greater intensity. “God, I feel like there’s a fuckin’ bowling ball in me. My belly’s harder than your pork.” “P- Pork?” Jason choked out, uncontrollable laughter bringing him to a halt. “Where the actual fuck did that come from?” Amara came to a stop as well. “What, never heard- Oh, FUCK!” Amara opened her mouth wide and forced both hands between her legs, twisting them together. Jason, even ten feet behind her, heard it clear as day. A huge, powerful hiss began emanating from Amara as she doubled over, panic in her eyes. Jason sprinted the four steps it took to reach her, but by the time he was there, the hissing had already stopped. “Shit, fuck, I’m okay. Stopping short like that just made me lose all control for a second.” She spread her feet a little and patted herself between her legs, exhaling in relief as her crotch seemed dry. She gave herself a couple more pokes, and then a grin spread across her face. “Dude, you gotta feel this.” She grabbed Jason’s hand and pulled it between her legs, and he pressed against her gently. Her pad was completely saturated, thick, soft and squishy, and so, so warm. It was very visible too, a huge bulge stretching out the crotch of her leggings. “It feels so nice down there. And I actually feel like I can hold it a little longer now that some came out.” “Good,” Jason muttered absentmindedly, still squashing the pad between his fingers and her body. “You really like that, don’t you?” Amara purred. “Yeah,” Jason responded, pressing up closer to her. “You know, I dunno if I’ve ever told you, but ages ago when I first noticed you getting all turned on whenever you knew I was wearing a pad, I was sure that you had some kind of period fetish. I thought you were weird as fuck until you explained that you were just fantasizing about me filling them with pee.” “Wait,” Jason guffawed, letting his hands fall to his sides. “Let me get this straight. A period fetish would be ‘weird as fuck,’ but a fetish for holding in pee until you wet yourself is totally normal, eh?” “Well, it’s been normal for me since I was a little girl, so I guess. Why pads though, specifically? I get that you love anything that’s soaked in my pee, but why not diapers? They could hold so much more.” Jason shook his head violently, making a sort of ‘Nnnyyyooo’ noise. “Nuh-uh, Amy. Diapers can only be associated with babies and the elderly, both of which I don’t want much to do with. Just that thought turns me off of them completely. Pads however, I can associate them with femininity, adulthood, and the fact that you’re definitely not fuckin’ pregnant.” Amara exhaled a soft laugh, resting her head against Jason’s chest. “We should start walking again...I’m still dying to pee, and all the wetness down there certainly isn’t helping.” Jason nodded and took Amara’s sweaty hand again, and they continued their long trek. Amara was walking easier now, the dramatic sway of her hips from earlier no longer present. She still squirmed now and again, but she seemed to be in control. However, they both knew that wouldn’t last for long. Sure enough, half an hour later and two thirds of the way through the park, Amara was absolutely frantic again. Her butt bounced up and down as she walked, her thighs squeezing together and her balance waning with each step. Jason was basically holding her up, trying to disguise the situation by appearing to be hugging her around her shoulder. He knew that it would be a lot easier to support her by her waist, but the pressure would undoubtedly cause her to lose control. For the past fifteen minutes, they had been drawing the eyes of passerby, Amara’s yelps audible for a dozen meters. Not only this, but she was openly holding herself almost constantly and cursing in frustration at the fact that she could not force her hand directly against her urethra. There was simply no hiding it anymore; anyone who saw them would know beyond any shadow of a doubt that Amara was on the verge of a full-on accident at the age of twenty-four. Jason’s face was beet-red from embarrassment, but he never faltered or complained, knowing that this was what Amara wanted. “I just spurted into the pad again,” Amara whispered suddenly and urgently. “It feels so thick and full, anything else that comes out of me will almost definitely leak out the sides…I’m not gonna get home dry, Jace, I’m just too desperate.” “We’re so close, Amy,” Jason encouraged her, gripping her hand tighter. “If we keep up a solid pace, we’ll be home in half an hour. I know it hurts, but you can take it. Please keep holding on.” Amara whimpered and leaned against him as they kept walking. “I don’t think I can. I’ve never had to go so badly in my life. The pressure is so intense, and I know that the pad won’t hold anything else...it’s really gonna happen, I’m gonna pee myself in front of a bunch of people and there’s nothin’ I can do about it.” “Like I said before, it’s only a full bladder,” Jason said, trying to keep his voice calm and supportive. “You know what the source of the pain is, and you know that it can’t really hurt you. You don’t feel any pain in your sides or back, right?” Amara whined and shook her head. “No, it’s just all in my belly and right behind my vag.” “Then you’re fine. You can hold it as long as you need to. Just think about it logically rather than letting yourself be flustered by the sensations. You know what it is, you know why it’s happening, and you can control it. Don’t panic, don’t worry about wetting yourself. As long as the pain is only in your bladder, you can keep holding on.” “I love you so much,” Amara barked suddenly. “You’re always here to support me through all the nutty shit I do. If you say I can hold it, I just can’t help but believe you. I’m not gonna pee. I’m NOT gonna pee!” With a loud groan of effort, Amara picked up her pace, forcing herself to walk normally and stand straight. Jason smiled widely and kept up with her, whispering encouragement to her every step of the way. They passed benches and water fountains, none of which were in use thankfully, and after a few more minutes, it came into view. The sign that marked the entrance of the park, and with that, they were no further than a couple hundred meters from their front door. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Amara chanted as she pushed onwards towards the entrance. Her vocabulary had severely deteriorated within the last five minutes of their walk, reduced to a series of cursewords and desperate moans. The two of them had the full attention of everyone near the entrance of the park, and Jason fruitlessly covered his face with his left hand. Amara was definitely causing a scene, her condition painfully obvious to anyone and everyone. “Are...are you okay?” a blonde woman asked as she passed with a small dog. “The restroom is just over there, you know,” a man on a bike offered as he rode along. “Mommy, does she have to pee?” asked a small girl as her mother dragged her away from the area. Amara ignored all of them, her mind fixated on only one thing: Getting home and emptying her tormented bladder. They passed the sign, and as they cleared the treeline, their home came into view… And Amara stopped short, her mouth open in disbelief and her body vibrating from head to toe. “Ooooohhhhhh,” she moaned, drawing gazes from a few people who were walking into the park. “No...not now, not here, so close…” “Come on, Amy, it’s RIGHT THERE!” Jason nearly shouted, grabbing her shoulder and pointing at their house. “A hundred more feet, come on, you’ve got this!” Amara took one more step...and she began wetting herself with the force of a burst hydrant. The hiss sounded for two seconds as the pad soaked up the very last of its potential, and then Amara’s pee was streaming down both of her legs and splattering onto the concrete below her. She let her arms fall to her sides, and she stood up straight as any hope of maintaining her dignity flowed down the creek. Her pee thundered down her leggings, darkening both of her thighs to a near-black shade. The liquid soaked her butt and the front of her crotch as well, the only dry spot being a single line traced right between her legs that was protected by the pad, but even that was flooded in time. A dozen bystanders lurked nearby, but luckily none of them were laughing, they just seemed either dumbfounded or concerned for her. Amara seemed to have shut down, fully accepting her fate as she emptied herself on the sidewalk. Jason felt like melting into the ground, but he knew that he had to get her home. Fully aware that she would continue peeing for well over a minute, he did the only thing he could think of. Amara gasped as Jason scooped her up in his arms and began sprinting towards their house. Her pee splattered all over his shirt and legs, but he didn’t care in the slightest. She wrapped her arms around his neck to lighten herself, burying her face in his left shoulder. By the time they reached the door to their home, his pants were just as soaked as Amara’s. She continued to wet herself as he transitioned her into a sort of fireman’s carry so he could dig the keys out of his pocket, and fifteen seconds later, they were inside. Jason set Amara down, her pee now soaking the hardwood floor of their entrance hall. They looked each other in the eyes for just a moment, both knowing what was going to happen next. Jason’s hands flew to Amara’s sides, tearing her leggings and panties down. She stepped out of them, her pee spraying across the wall for a moment, and Jason threw the clothes along with the heavy pad far away from them. Wrapping his arms around Amara, he lowered her to the floor. She gripped his pants now, sliding them down his thighs...and revealing another pair of sweats, light pink and very tight on him. His fully-erect penis was pushing hard against the fabric, women’s sweats not being at all designed for such a thing. She barked out a laugh, placing her wet hands over her mouth. “It’s no wonder you were so uncomfortable out there. Why the fuck are you wearing my sweats, you absolute pinecone?” Jason sighed and smiled. “I know you wanted to do what you did today with no way out if you wet yourself, but I just had to do something to help you if you lost control early on. I figured that I’d hide a pair of your pants so you could change behind a tree if you wanted to.” “You’re...so friggin’ sweet,” Amara moaned, leaning against Jason’s crotch as her stream of pee finally slowed down. She gripped the waistband of the pink sweats and pulled them just far enough down that Jason’s Johnson was set free. “Come on, I’ve been waiting for this all day. Just...keep those sweats around your legs, it’s actually kind of hot…” ***** Thank you for reading, everybody. There will be many stories in the Couple’s Series, but like I said in the beginning, it will always be different characters in different places with different personalities and different kinks. The only themes that will absolutely be present in every one of my stories is extreme desperation and bulging bladders. If something in here wasn’t for you, it doesn’t mean the next one won’t perfectly match your interests. Have a good one, and see you next time. -B.L.
  15. bes31

    End of the Line

    Hi. Recently, I've been interested in a certain type of story, the simple line story: A group of girls, an occupied bathroom, and the surrounding drama that follows. It's not complex, but I've been wanting to write one of these for a while, so here goes nothing. Also.. Homage to Rick Dixon, I guess, as he's been one of my favorite writers on here recently. I think my goal here is to flesh out such a story to the maximum capability, so this will be pretty long (and this will be only the first part). I haven't written long-form in a while, so I hope y'all like it. End of the Line: PART 1: "200 miles away. North or South." Last month, once college had finished and our final test had been inputted, a group of friends and I decided that it would be the perfect time to fulfill a promise that we made to ourselves when we were Freshman-- a glorified, down-to-earth, Americana laced road-trip. As we depressed from the laborious Finals week, our attention turned to packing bags, booking hotels, and generalizing directions for what we called a "trip of a lifetime". In fairness, this statement was hyperbole, it was a standard road-trip, New York-to-California, and then back again with gusto and general tourist spirit. But for the four of us, the trip beyond the cramped settlement that is New York to the open land would be refreshing. It was the second day, and the four of us were situated comfortably into a moderately sized SUV, cozying up with the reclining seats, with all the accompanying entertainment being the empty roads and the cell phones that clinged onto the smallest bits of signals before being shut down to the rest of the world. It was boring, and as the sun began to close down on the warm afternoon, we had decided to grab a quick bite to eat (rather than nourishment from the endless foray of packed snacks, as Goldfish cannot sustain forever). At the smallest bit of civilization, the driver pulled into an old-school diner, with a glowing white-and-silver exterior with shining embezzlement and neon signs, all cascading with the smell of pancakes and coffee to impress the craving passengers. We were immune to the aesthetic, and the smells, and the four of us entered into the near-empty restaurant. "Hi y'all, welcome to End of the Line. It'll be four?" The waitress greeted, she was an older women with caked-on makeup upon a wrinkled face and a pony-tail that oft represented someone below her age, still she bounced around with energy, charisma, and a Midwestern charm. After the long day of travelling, our group could only do with a nod, and immediately she piloted us to a large table, glistening, surrounded by strange music memorabilia. "Now, do y'all need anything?" "We'll have waters." I started, which caused a slight grimace on the face of the waitress, what's up with that? I thought. Either way, she smiled at me and assured the group that she would return with said waters. Across from me, one of the members of the group peered around the room with a slight urgency. To her left, she peered, above my head, she shook her head, and then to her right, she smiled and stood up, causing our heads to turn. "I'll be right back." Hanna, the standing girl, told the group, as she walked off to a slight crevice in the diner, the bathrooms... of course. I thought to myself, as it had been a long day for all of us. Hanna was the owner of the SUV, and with that came the responsibility of driving that lumbering vehicle across the country, of course Mark, Felicity, or myself would all have been willing to drive as well, but Hanna was stubborn, and willingly beared the responsibility. Today, she woke up in a hotel room, and by 9:00 she was behind the wheel, and continued to do so with only minimal stops for 8 hours. She was strong, and stubborn, but as she now stood in the crevice, knees slightly bent, acknowledging the occupied single-toilet room in front of her, I could tell she was nearing her breaking point, and shamefully, I became fascinated. "What about you, Felicity?" Mark asked with a candidness that impressed me. Felicity was to my right, and my eyes turned from Hanna at the door to Felicity as the questioning began. It was fair, as like Hanna, Felicity had gone eight hours without any form of relief. We had made two stops, one at 1:00, where we filled the car with gas and grabbed a bite to eat from a gas station, but when the topic of the bathroom brought up, we were presented with an out of order sign. We continued onward, though, until around 3:00, where Marks bladder had expanded too far, and he requsted a reprieve on the side of the road. There, Mark and I both relieved ourselves as the girls diverted their eyes, we offered to do the same for them, but neither obliged, as it would have been obscene. Now, Hanna was waiting for the toilet to open, obviously in some discomfort, and Felicity simply sat, not wanting to cause a scene. "Oh--- I'm fine.... No need to get up there until Hanna's done." Fair enough, though Felicity acknowledged her need. Underneath the table, I could tell that Felicity had crossed legs, and a protruding bladder that could be seen through the outline of her sundress, sometimes she would bite her lips, but she remained calm. I pretended the read the menus as I watched both girls, Hanna casually gazing at her phone, legs crossed as the door remained locked, and Felicity, who read the menu herself with discomfort-- I was blessed to be friends with such beautiful girls. Felicity was pristine, a sort of controlled beauty with pale skin, golden-blonde hair and a good body, all masking someone who was intelligent and thoughtful, all of which forced me to have romantic feelings that I never could control. Hanna on the other hand, was much more of a friend (as I had known her since we were children), she was skinny, with long legs and curly brown hair, she was more down-to earth, in a blouse, jean skirt, and boots that matched her perfect, still I could tell she was incredibly pretty, and even as friends I enjoyed watching her ponder the still-locked door. Those doors have been locked for a while, I thought as the waitress appeared with our drinks. Casually, she looked over to Hanna with a face that resembled empathy, did she know something I didn't? Hanna looked back at us as well, slightly confused, and certainly annoyed, her legs bent inward to the slightest degree and a right leg that couldn't sit still. Quietly, she squeezed on her thigh, trying to focus on her phone. Five minutes later, and as Hanna began to stare longingly at the closed door, and Felicity began to place her left hand down near crotch, giving occasional squeezes to her cramping urethra, the door opened with the sound of a bell ringing, and a family coming through the doors. There were four of them, and as the ordered off the menu, I took note of the family, a overworked Mother and Father, a young boy, and a women who seem disinterested with her parents conversation. The women was annoyed and flustered, dressed in tight jean-shorts, a blue t-shirt, and with dyed blonde hair with a punk aesthetic. She was probably 17-19, with a surprisingly large chest, and with a personality that drew ire from (what I assumed was) her family. Picking up the families conversation, I listened closely. "Come on, Darlene, you're being ridiculous." The Mother lambasted, Darlene must've been the women's name. "Just shut up! I'm fine!" "Darlene's gonna pee her pants." The boy said with a sing-song mocking tone, immediately my ears perked up. "Darlene's gonna pee--" "No I'm not! Shut up!" Darlene nearly screamed, she was slouched into her chair, exposing enough of her middrift to see a slight rise near her lower belly. She probably was caught in the same predicament, a long drive without a toilet and too much decency to pee into the side of the road. As I listened, I caught Felicity averting her ears, she seemed in pain, as if the conversation reminded her about her own needs. Hanna continued to play on her phone, but the expression on her face was worsening. "I don't use public bathrooms, they're gross!" Darlene continued. "Well, we are not stopping until the hotel, so it's either now or midnight." The father continued, all with forceful certainty. Darlene rolled her eyes at him, adjusting her Daisy-Duke which showed a little more of her inner thighs than I could handle, I tried to stay calm, as these situations were beginning to stack upon each other. "Whatever...... Besides, there's a line for the bathroom already." Darlene nodded off to Hanna, who was by herself, contemplating the door that remained locked. Another five minutes had past when we started to realize that something was off. Hanna was bouncing up and down at this point, rolling her Converses on the tiled floor and constantly biting her lips, she hadn't used the toilet in nearly nine hours at this point and the drinking of sodas and water inside the car was regular. Now, she felt weighted down, sometimes crossed over, even at some points she pondered to the Men's bathroom, but as she pulled ever so slightly she found that the Men's reprieve was locked as well. She remained stuck, and Felicity watched with baited breath, even Darlene made a few glances, she shook ever so slightly (even if she wouldn't be caught dead in a public toilet, a point she iterated many times to her poor parents). "Do you think there are staff bathrooms?" Felicity asked me with shyness, she didn't like being in such a predicament as she twisted the edges of her sundress, her legs deviating from positions, trying to find comfort, but the pain was within. "You could ask." I reminded Felicity, who seemed dissatisfied with her answer, especially since Hanna had already asked. A few minutes ago, when the waitress brought over our meals of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and the likes, Hanna had asked her why exactly the bathrooms were closed. "Oh, they're just occupied." The waitress responded with a uneasy smile, sometimes she would bounce on her black high-heels, she was desperate too, so if there was a staff bathroom, it wasn't being used either. Across the restaurant, Darlene clamped down on her short shorts, giving a slight moan, from my vantage point I could see the slightest trickle of darkness on the indigo, her legs crossed with intensity, just preventing a flood from appearing. "Oh Darlene, you're hurting yourself!" The Mother warned her daughter, whose eyes rang with worry instead of rebel spirit. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh---- Fine!" Darlene stood up and awkwardly jigged to the crevice where the bathroom would be, I wondered how much of the "Uh"'s were a stand in for her pride, as she obviously was losing control. In the crevice, the punk-rock girl stood next to Hanna, comparatively, Darlene was in rougher shape, bent over with one hand permanently pressed down on her failing privates. Hanna was desperate too, but under control, Darlene looked as if she could burst at any moment-- but she did have pride, one that prevented her from losing control. "What's up with the bathrooms?" Darlene spoke to Hanna, who was fine with conversation, anything to get her mind off her swollen bladder. "I don't know, whomever's in there is not coming out." "Have you tried knocking on the door?!" Darlene dramatically asked, shifting hands around her waist-- God, she could explode at any second. Hanna had no response, not sure what the punk-rock girl was alluding too. "Y'know, to see if anyone's in there!" "Oh--- Okay." Hanna nodded and quickly knocked on the door, and almost immediately, a knock back. In some ways, this was the worst case scenario, and both girls knew what this socially meant. If the doors were locked and no one was inside, then there was no reason to wait, the girls could both run to the back and relieve their swollen, oversized bladders, but now that an open toilet was accessible, they had to stay, and just wait. I watched intently, though I saw Felicity look at me, maybe she was wondering why I was so interested. "Um.... Hi?" Hanna spoke to the person on the other side. "You've been in there a while, and there are people here who really need the.... Y'know. Do you think you can come out soon." From the other side, a women's voice, "Just a second". Darlene moaned, shaking her hips around in obvious cramping pain. "I don't have a second! I need to pee now!" Darlene complained, drawing attention to the entire kitchen and her family. I looked over to them, her brother was loving it with a giddy smile, but her parents were worried. Hanna was also worried, but also annoyed, as she swayed around, sometimes kicking up her legs, almost nearing a pace. "I get that you need to go-- So do I-- But you don't have to yell so loud." Hanna talked down to Darlene, who responded to it in spade, bending down and nodding (and surprisingly, not yelling). I get the yelling, I've been in positions where I've almost lost control, but I couldn't imagine Hanna or Felicity liked such a display. Suddenly, I was reminded of Felicity, who rubbed her thighs constantly. "Sorry--- It's just that I haven't gone all day, and I just really need to go." Darlene said in a lower tone. "Literally all day, you see, I have a fear of public bathrooms, so when I woke up at the hotel this morning I just couldn't muster the will to go. I thought that there would be a time that I could piss in the woods, or piss in a bottle, but my parents didn't let me-- and now--- Well, I think if I don't use the toilet soon, I'm going to explode." Hanna (and I) listened to the story. I imagined, the long afternoon drive with confidence, just waiting for an oppurtunity to release your pent up bladder and to be denied relief over and over again. God, I was becoming fascinated, my thoughts became rock hard as I put off the pancakes to appreciate the three girls that were putting on a show. Felicity burrowed herself down, pushing on her nether regions with strength, her pale face beginning to appear beet red. Darlene hadn't relieved her swollen bladder for a long time, and it showed from her pained face, crossed legs, and dancing hips. And then there was Hanna, who stood with her head against the wall, feeling the pain of standing in the same spot for nearly 15 minutes without the door opening. Part of me wished I could escort all three girls out of the diner and to the side of the room, and from there I would watch as they undress, Felicity would pull up her sundress and move her white panties to the side as she would unleash a torrent, Darlene would slide down her short shorts and panties, all trickling down with precious (and loud) relief, and Hanna would cautiously roll down her panties as the stream would appear from underneath her now Commando skirt. But that would be weird, much better for just a fantasy. Instead the girls remained in pain, the door remained locked. But then, the next best thing occurred-- because the entrance opened again, and immediately I was sparked again. "Hi y'all, is it two today?" The waitress asked, she legitimately seemed to be in pain at this point. "Oh no... We were just wondering if we could use your facilities?.. Please." "Oh... Well, they're to your right." On instinct, my head swiveled again to spot two women, both which immediately recognized the uncomfortable line in place, and from their uncomfortable stances, would only be contributing. "Ah, shit... There's a line, Jasmine." The one on the left claimed, she was gaudy and alternative, large-chested with dark-brown skin and long braided hair, dressed in flowing blouse and oddly colored pink skirt which loosely covered her upper thigh. Still, she was bursting, obviously, from head-to-toe, with her legs scrunched up, hand pushing down on her urethra, and a pained expression that could already be seen from the other girls. Next to her, a smaller women with lighter-brown skin, petite frame and short brown hair, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, tom-boyish in nature, and her straight posture carried more of the same. I could have mistaken her for a man if it wasn't for the perky breasts that poked through her yellow v-neck shirt, and the she was pushing on her vagina as well. "There's nowhere else we can go." Immediately, Jasmine and the other women hurried to the line, only increasing the worry of the desperate Felicity, who didn't want to expose her desperation, and remained sitting. I looked to her with a startling worry, and she turned back to me with pain drenching her face, and nearly a tear in her eye. Putting her mind off of it, she finished up her pancakes. It was crazy that the food was done, and for all 20 minutes, Hanna had been standing up there, now it was dificult to spot her in the crevice, with Darlene leaning on the wall, and the two women taking spots as well. Sometimes I would see the head of Hanna, she looked bewildered, completely enamored with her desperation, near the point of crying out. "Erica..." Jasmine spoke, unbuttoning her jeans to relieve the pressure on her expanding bladder, "this is really bad, I'm about to explode." "Me too, honey... Me too." Erica said with sympathy. "We all are." Darlene introduced herself to the two women. "But I've been here for ten minutes, and this girl--" Darlene pointed to Hanna, who tried the men's bathroom for the 20th time and found no success, "she's been here for twenty." "Twenty!" Erica reacted with shock. "Is there a dead body in the toilets or something!?" "We've talked to her, she just won't open the door." Hanna said with complete frustration. "Why don't we barge in, we haven't peed for a day!" Jasmine contextualized the two's shaking and complete desperation, a day? God, these girls were stronger than I could imagine. "We were supposed to go to an Air B&B, but it got cancelled, so we had to stay in our car for the night and even thought we've been dying for a piss for forever, we just couldn't find a place that had a toilet. Until now." "You haven't gone for 24 hours!?" Darlene was amazed, as she was at wits end with only a measly 20 hours to her name. "Something like that-- and--- Oh!!!" Erica moaned, causing a chain response for all the girls to moan. All four girls were dying, and their desperation just couldn't end. Hanna now knelt down next to the bathroom, a few spurts stained the bottom of her light-blue jean skirt, but it was nothing to Darlene, who remained in complete tension and still had a dark spot on her short shorts. Jasmine continued to push down, tears forming in her-- "Bes." And then there was Erica, who pulled on her miniskirt and-- "Bes!" My attention was halted, as suddenly someone was calling for me. It was Felicity, who in the madness I forgot was waging her own war. I looked at her with worry. "Yeah?" "Could you uh---" Awkwardly, she chose words. "Could you help me outside?" "H...Help?" She looked to me with complete agony on her face, and I knew what she meant. I stood up from my meal, and as Mark watched, I helped up Felicity as well. She was really hurting, her face still red, with her hand carefully placed over her crotch, everything swelled and full, but despite it not a single drop on her chair-- she forced herself to hold it, and when she couldn't, she came to me. Holding her hand, I helped the bursting girl out of the diner, not even gaining attention from the other girls, they were already occupied with their own problems. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know-- Just---- Just take me---" Felicity couldn't complete a sentence as I pulled her out. I pushed on the door and allowed her to leave the sight lines. Throughout all of this she hopped along, bursting at every corner, with every step being a careful balance not to lose control of the overflowed load inside of her. I was not aroused, though, I was worried, and with worry I made sure that she reached the side of the building, just as a large humming sound came from the highway. Felicity still looked around, she was bursting, but she could tell that given the correct angle, a passerby could see her, carefully she moved on, pushing down on the abused cloth that made her sundress. "I promise I won't look." I told her as I let go of her hand, she was at the side of the building, nearing the back as I let her by herself. Alone, Felicity danced, a full-on potty dance as if she was a child, looking around to see if it was finally appropriate for her to pull down her panties and unleash the built up storm. I want nothing more to watch, but I promised that I wouldn't, so with pain I turned away. Still I could hear Felicity pull down her panties and moan, and--- It was silent, without any sounds of spashes or moans of relief. After 15 seconds of silence, I was confused. "Is everything alright?" "I.... I can't." She can't?? I thought, thinking of turning around. "What do you mean, you can't." "I.... It's locked, I can't...." Awkardness filled the space between us, as I stood away from her. "Can I turn around?" I asked, wondering what was wrong. "Yeah." I did, and to my surprise there was nothing, no liquid, no piss, but Felicity remained dancing, dying to pee. "I'm just really shy, that's all." She said, blushing. I managed out a smile, could you imagine-- pee shyness for someone so desperate, I couldn't imagine how it felt for Felicity, who was dying, and just couldn't. "I've never been able to pee outside, I just thought since it's so bad that..." She bent over, "I need to wait for a toilet." "Well, that's okay, you'll just wait on line." I said with ignorance, and she smiled at it as if it was a joke. "Yeah, that'll work out good." Felicity pranced back to the diner, still pulling on her sundress, and as the sun began to fade I wished for nothing more to have been able to see the pleasures of Felicity's relief-- but it'll have to wait. Maybe the bathroom was open, whoever was inside is finally out, maybe Hanna can get relief! Either way, I felt the sting of my own bladder, and the peace of the wall. I let go slowly, urinating against the wall, realizing that the strain I felt was nothing compared to those five girls. I smiled at the thought, of how many beautiful bursting bladders had been placed before me as I finished, buttoning my jeans and-- "Shit! Shit! Shit!!!" A loud voice came near at a record pace, and I stopped, as because from the corner the figure of Darlene appeared, blue t-shirt and blue shorts that were so short that they drew my into a frenzy, all along with it a stained bottom where spurts of piss had been coming out of the desperate girls troubled urethra. She bounced her legs up and down with fury as she stopped, and looked at me. And I looked at her. And she looked at me. And I looked at her. And she pissed her pants. Her muscles stopped, and she bent forward, with the strained indigo becoming the only color as the liquid surrounded her lower body. She nearly squealed as I watched her lose complete control, eventually as the urine poured out of her body she attempted to pull down her moist shorts, but the stickiness prevented it, and suddenly she was fully drenched. I could only watch in amazement, and she reacted with horror, all turning into a shocked, saddened face-- she had so much pride, and now it was as if she was a little girl. "I----" She struggled to make a word, still pushing down as the stream stopped. I said nothing, in shock as well. "I--- I really needed to pee." It was known. From behind her, her family appeared as she walked off, embarrassed, without saying a word. Her Mother and Father reprimanded her, "Why didn't you go like we told you to!" Her Father yelled, and Darlene's brother teased her relentlessly. Darlene was going to remember this day for the rest of her life, and so would Erica, Jasmine, Felicity, Hanna, all because someone refused to leave the bathroom. The problem was that there were no public bathrooms from here, for 200 miles, either way. You either peed now, or you would wait, and those who came had no choice. It was the End of the Line. If you didn't pee here, you wouldn't pee anywhere. Carefully, I walked out of the side of the building, through a window I saw Mark and Felicity, both waiting for this nightmare to end. Felicity's hands were tied, and her head was on the table. I also saw the line, now three girls, waiting with urine coming through their eyes. But it was then that I saw something else, something that made it only crazier. In the front of the diner, a school bus-- a school trip-- and unless my eyes deceived me, many girls that weren't peeing anywhere else. END OF PART 1
  16. This is a follow up to 'Abby's desperate bus ride', that I posted a few months back. It's a bit long, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. I'd advise familiarising yourself with the first story first, but am sure this will work as a stand alone story if not. ------------------- 6 months had past since the worst day of Abby's life. She'd been really enjoying her new job, and was delighted to be a woman, excelling in a male world. She'd been on a team building excercise, only a few months in, and whilst she'd really enjoyed the day, she was caught short on the bus on the way home. When they were stuck in traffic she was so desperate, that she ended up begging the bus driver to stop, and completely breaking down and wetting hereslf. (See Abby's desperate bus ride). She couldn't believe that she'd gotten away with it. Noone that new her had seen, and, although she got a bit of stick for her frantic dash down the bus, everyone had just assumed she made it to a toilet. I mean, thats just what grown women do isn't it. Whilst she was somewhat relieved that no-one knew her shame, she still felt absolutely humiliated. She had never thought it possible that she could get so desperate that she would lose control. She had always just assumed that no matter how bursting you felt, you could just hang on that bit longer. That hadn't been the case though. She tried and tried and tried, but there was absolutley no way she could stop it coming out, she had simply lost control and peed her pants like a toddler. She'd been outside a busy pub, and people had seen her, laughed at her, sneered at her. It had really affected her confidence, and she was certainly never going to drink a pint of lager again. Tomorrow though, she was attending a business conference in Torquay. That was a 3 hour coach journey away waith a 1 night stop over. There were 5 people going from her company, and she had been selected to be one of them. It was an honour, and her manager had told her that she was very cose to getting a promotion, which would bring with it a very welcome pay rise. She was looking forward to a bit of hob nobbing, but, she couldn't help but be terrified of the coach journey. She was 18 years old, approaching a high profile promotion, and a 2 day break, and she was terrified of wetting her knickers. The thought was ludicrous, and she knew it. She'd be fine, she just needed to plan what she was doing. The day came, and she was to meet at the coach for 9AM. She was up early, and had her usual, very much needed, morning pee. She dolled herself up with make up, and got dressed into her VERY expensive, brand new Armani business suit. It was a tight white shirt, a black jacket, and a tight black pencil skirt. She admired herself in the mirror, and she looked amazing, but she noticed straight away that her usual, comfortable cotton panties left a very noticable VPL. She cursed as she noticed and changed into her best G-String. She wasn't a fan of the thong underwear, but it was aneccesary evil to complete her look. She wasn't naive enough to not realise that the company directors were men, and her amazing looking 19 year old ass would win her many admiring glances. She went to the toilet three times after drinking her morning coffee, just releasing a tiny dribble each time, just to make sure her bladder was as empty as it could be. She noticed as she was doing it thet her skirt was quite restrictive, but it wasn't a disaster. She called a cab, picked up her bag, and waited to be taking to the meeting point, at a local McDonalds store. When she arrived, she was met by Dave, who cheerily told her he'd got her a large coffee to drink before they went. They always made each other coffee at work, so there was no way she could refuse. Her heart sank as he cheerily accepted it and took a sip. I got here early so that it'd be the perfect temperature, he beamed. He was right it was perfect, so she drank it quickly. It was ridiculous how a simple cup of coffee was causing her such a trauma. "Pull yourself together Abs" she chistised herself, "you're an adult, what happened was freak incident, you can handle a cup of coffee." They made small talk outside until the rest of the party arrived, and then she saw the bus approaching. "Won't be a sec" she whispered to Dave, "just nipping to the ladies". She had planned this thoroughly, limit your fluid intake, then make sure you pee just before your leaving. She didn't even wait for a response, she turned on her heels and went inside, heading over to the toilets at the back, she became painfully aware that the ladies room door was propped wide open with a mop bucket. She knew from previous visits that there were only 2 cubicles in a very small ladies room, and her heart started pounding. As she approached the door, a spotty male teen strolled out and started to wring out his mop. "Erm, could I go in please" she asked nervously, but the teen looked up, "Sorry miss" he said, "Some idiot has flooded the place, just give me ten minutes and I'll have it all cleaned up again". "No, no, no" her mind raced, this wasn't the plan. She had planned it so perfectly, but now she had a large coffee inside of her and her last gasp pee was being denied. "But my coach is leaving now" she said, "Sorry" replied the teen, "like I say, its gonna be ten minutes." She looked at the mens room and thought about it, but at that moment an old man approached, and she could see him looking her up and down. "FUCK" she muttered, as she had no choice but to head back out to the coach. As she got outside she noticed that everyone had boarded and the coach was already quite full. She scanned the aisle and saw her colleagues about half way up. "Over here", said Dave "I've saved you a seat". He was obviously interested and trying to impress, and Abby had to admit that she wasn't disappointed, Dave was hot, the very epitome of tall dark and handsome. As she walked over she was greeted by Colin, who was on the seat behind them, literally shouting, "here we are, at last, has the little girl gone pee pee, we don't want any incidents like last time do we?". She was absloutely mortified, her cheeks blushed beet red as she prayed for the earth to swallow her up. "Why, what happened?" asked Dave, "Well" started Colin eagerly, "It was after that team building shit, we'd been in the boozer and then hit a bit of traffic, we were only ten minutes from home, and Abby here made a right show of herself, dancing around, grabbing herself, begging the driver to pull over so she could run into a pub and use the facilities". She felt like crying, she'd never been so embarrassed. The only positive was that they had no idea how badly it had actually ended, they all assumed she'd made it. She did a little giggle as she sat down. "Shut Up Colin" said Dave, "I'm sure she doesn't need reminding about it from some old perv like you does she". "Could have been worse" he said "That Katarina from accounts dashed out and dropped her knickers on the motorway, pissing like a bloody racehorse she was, never seen anything like it mate, I swear to god" "Don't worry about him" said Dave as she sat down, "dirty old bastard probably got off on it, look at him, he's definitely getting none at home. You must've been bursting to have asked the driver to pull over?" "OH FUCK" she thought, her mind racing, this was the last thing she needed, she thought there was a chance of her and Dave getting together, now they were sat on a coach, in a terrifying condition, and he was asking questions about the time she wet her knickers!" "Oh, I was" she replied sheepishly, "everyone was, all the lads went on the motorway, and poor Katerina couldn't wait. It was a bladder buster for sure" she tried to make light of it. "Thank God for pubs eh!" he said jovially, "Imagine if you'd have had to queue!" "hehe, yeah" she giggled, "that would have been really bad!" The topic was changed shortly afterwards, and they all started talking shop. Abby scanned around the coach, and noticed it was a much more even split. There were employees from allover the company on board, and it was probably a 70/30 split of men to women. She looked at her watch. It was 9:20, they were due to arrive at 12, she'd be fine, she told herself. Around 90 minutes later, and Abby was panicking. She'd become acutely aware of a need to pee around half an hour ago, and her need had been steadily rising since, and she was now at a level she would describe as bursting. She wasn't desperate, not yet, and she was nowhere near the level she was at when she lost control, but she was definitely needing to go, you know, the sort of level where you drop what you're doing and make finding a toilet your priority. Only, it couldn't be her priority. She was on a bus, and there was nowhere for her to go. A look at her watch told her there was just over an hour to go, and the thought of that made her want to burst into tears. Not only was her need becoming more pressing, but what she had also realised was that, in her current attire, there was no way of helping herself. She couldn't sit on her heel without flashing her intimate parts, and her skirt was so tight she couldn't press between her legs, hell, she couldn't even cross her legs. She was bursting for a wee, with over an hour to wait, and all she could do was press her thighs together and pray. For ten minutes she sat there, panicking, her heart pounding, and her mind replaying over and over the humilition of weeing in her knickers, the humiliation of begging the bus driver to stop, and even the humiliation of Colin taunting her, and Dave questioning her. Her predicament seemed to be making her need worse, as she wanted to go more and more, involuntarilly starting to jig her leg up and down. Dave noticed this immediately. "Are you OK?" he questioned. "Erm, yeah" she stammered, stopping dead still instantly, "its just, erm, well, erm, I'm a bit cold", "ahh, don't worry Abs, we're stopping at the services in a second, I'll get you another coffee to warm you up!" She almost gasped out in joy at what she'd heard, "Are we stopping?" she gasped, desperate to make sure she'd not misheard, "yes, a couple of the girls upfront asked for a toilet stop, so we're nipping into the services", sure enough, as he said it, she saw the coach pulling off the motorway. The thought of relief seemed to increase her need yet further, as her heart skipped a beat. Her bladder pulsed, but she hardly cared, she was going to make it to a toilet! As soon as the coach stopped, everyone stood up and started to dash forwards, the driver said something bout ten minutes, but no-one was listening. Abby tried to appear calm, but there was only one thing on her mind, getting to the Ladies room, and quickly. She was walking as fast as she could, trying desperately to keep her thighs pressed together. "toilets, toilets, oh where are they" she muttered as she dashed through the main doors. Dave shocked her by putting his hand on her shoulder, "are you coming for a drink?" he enquired. Abby could've slapped him, she needed to be pouring liquid out of her body, not putting more in! "I'll catch you up" she said, through gritted teeth, as she caught sight of 3 of the girls from the coach dashing towards the huge "TOILETS" sign. "Come on" she muttered as she dashed towards it, rounding the corners, and pushing open the door labelled "LADIES", her need intensifying yet more at the thought of glorious relief. "Yes, yes, yes" she said out loud, as she almost fell into the ladies room, to be faced with 4 bolted doors, and 7 women waiting outside them. "OH" she gasped, a bit too loudly, as she joined the queue, and started to jig up and down. The 7 ladies waiting were all from the coach, and the woman at the front was making a hell of a fuss! "PLEASE HURRY" she shouted at the bolted doors "PLEASE" as she shouted she hoiked up her skirt to her waist, pressing hard between her legs, "OH GOD HURRY" she begged again, "Don't make me wet myself!" "Calm down Laura" said the next girl in line. "I can't wait, I can't" she said, as a toilet flushed, "Oh fuck YES" she shouted, "PLEASE let me wee" as the bolt slid across the girl was already pulling down her knickers, pushing the woman coming out and dashing past her, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she gasped, as the sound of an almighty torrent of pee filled the room. "She wasn't joking was she?" said the girl infront of Abby in the queue, "Oh god that sound is doing nothing for me though, I'm bloody bursting here, these coach trips are a nightmare for us girls aren't they?" Abby just giggled and nodded as her bladder pleaded with her to empty it. When, at last, it was her turn Abby could barely walk, she was shuffling forwards, pressing her thighs together for all she was worth, as soon as she was in the privacy of a cubicle she went into a full blown pee dance as she fought to hold on foor the last couple of seconds. Her skirt was so tight accross her bladder, as she fought to hoik it up. "Come on, come on she said, as she bunched it higher and higher, just enough til she could grab the waistband of her panties, "Oh yes she gasped, yanking them down to her knees. as soon as they were clear, a blast of pee shot from her before she was even sitting, and as she collapsed onto the toilet she relaxed, and blasted her urine into the toilet below. The relief she felt was so overwhelming, she almost burst into tears. "Ahhhhhhh" she sighed, as her gushing stream quickly faded into a trickle. It felt so, so good, as her most intimate parts throbbed and tingled, and her agonised bladder finally felt empty. "Oh god I needed that" she thought, but was quickly snapped back to reality when she heard another girl outside her door crying out for her to hurry. She gave herself a long, luxurious wipe, shuddering with pleasure at the feeling she got as her hand brushed over her, now, sensitive parts. She noticed, as she pulled up her expensive panties, there was a slight dampness between the legs, but she smoothed down her Armani skirt, and unbolted the door. She was pushed aside by a desperate young girl, who already had her skirt hoiked up around her waist, but Abby washed her hands and made her way back out. Dave was waiting for her outside the ladies room, with another large coffee. He handed it to her, saying "you've been ages, was everything alright?". "Oh yes" she replied, "there was just a bloody queue, there always is in the ladies, you men don't know how lucky you are!". She played it cool, giving away no hint of the intense panic that had filled the ladies room just moments earlier! They strolled off back to the coach and took their places. Abby reflected again on how bursting she'd been, after she'd been so careful too. What was it on these coach trips that always made her need a wee? The rest of the journey passed without any issue, it was only 45 minutes, but Abby was painfully aware of what a state she would have been in without that pitstop. She was feeling the effects of the coffee already, but she was fine, they'd made it to the conference centre! As they all departed from the coach, they were greeted by Tony. Tony was the regional manager, and the man they were all out to impress. He spoke to some of the guys first, and then turned to address Abby. "Hi there dear, I hear you are speaking too? I'm really looking forward to finalising your notes with you, I have to say, a beautiful young lady on that stage will make a very refreshing change, you could be our secret weapon, come on lets go". Abby was both flattered and appalled. She hated male chauvenism, and just wanted to be treated equally, but then, she was there to impress. She was the 4th of their companies 5 speakers, and the speeches were due to begin in about 90 minutes time. She was feeling nervous, but eager to please. She thought they were having lunch first, but Tony led them all off into a small office. The other women were involved in much more menial stuff, and Abby was sat with some of the biggest names in the company. She was somewhat overawed to be honest, but glad that she still had Dave by her side. "OK folks" started Tony, "the bad news is, we aren't having lunch, but, I have some sandwiches and drinks coming through. We really need to make the most of today, we could secure some life changing business, so we need to get it right." As he spoke, the doors opened, and an astonishing platter was layed out infront of them. Abby wasn't really hungry, her stomach was doing summersaults, but she gratefully poured herself a cup of coffee. The next 45 minutes passed so quickly. She was in a different world. She was delighted to be there, but terrified of making a howler and messing up the whole day. She was a 19 year old girl on her first conference. Of course the directors knew this and she was briefed fully. She sipped through 3 cups of coffee without even thinking about it, when, 30 minutes before the speeches began, they were told to have a break. Abby was grateful of this, as she could, once again, feel her bladder starting to demand her attention. A quick trip to the ladies room would be very welcome indeed. She stood up, but Tony said, "Abby, would you mind waiting behind, I could do with a quick 5 minutes with you". Her heart sank, but she agreed and retook her seat whilst everyone else left the room. Tony started talking to her about who was who, and how to impress them. He complemented her on her suit, saying it was just the look that screamed professional business woman, the minutes ticked by as her bladder slowly filled, until there was only 5 more minutes left until the speeches were due to begin. Her bladder now was starting to become distracting, and the thought of having to hold it throughout was not a good one, so she knew she would have to excuse herself. "I'm sorry sir, but could I just quickly freshen up before we begin?" "Oh, yes, of course" he replied, "do hurry though, as we don't have much time" "I will" she replied, standing up, "I won't be a minute" She turned and headed for the door, but it flung open and she was greeted by a flustered looking man. "Tony, are you planning on joining us?" he almost shouted, "speeches are starting in 5 minutes, get through here now" "Sorry love" he added, looking Abby up and down, "You must be Abigail, I'm Martin, the company director". She did a little curtsey, partly out of respect, and partly to stop herself jigging about, now she was standing, her bladder was demanding her full attention. "Abby's just nipping to freshen up" said Tony, but he was shot down immediately, "No time for that, don't worry dear, you look amazing, come on now", Tony stood, and they were led away before Abby could protest. They moved swiftly down the corridor, passing the ladies room as they went. She thought about just ducking in, but it was more than her job was worth, so she continued into the conference room. As she entered she saw her friends, giving a nervous smile and wave, but Martin kept on leading her to thefront of the conference hall. It was absolutely packed, there must have been about 400 people in there, and the thought of speaking infront of these people sent a shiver through her. She was led to the very front of the room and up onto the stage by Martin, who sat right next to her. "OK" he said, "I hope you've got a great speech prepared, this is such a big day for the company, and I've heard nothing but great things about you. If you nail this you are in line for a very healthy bonus." Without further ado, introductions began, and the first speaker was introduced. Abby's mind was racing, she looked out over the sea of people as the first guy started to talk, in a really dull, and monotone voice. She was barely paying attention though as she looked at the very back of the room, lit up like a beacon to taunt her was a sign for the LADIES. Her bladder was making itself known, and felt even worse now the nerves had started to kick in. A quick glance at the running order told her that hers was the 5th, and final speech, not the 4th as she'd been told earlier. The first speaker droned on for just over 25 minutes, during which Abby's need rose alarming quickly, she kept having furtive glances accross towards the ladies room door wondering if she could make a quick dash for it between speeches. When the first guy finally finished everyone stood to applaud, Abby followed suit, but to her horror the second speaker was introduced immediately. Martin leaned over to her and said, "Well I hope yours is better than that yawn-fest, that was bloody awful", "haha, I'm glad you said that" giggled Abby, "I hope they don't all last that long". She was desperate to hear that the speeches would be over quickly, because without an interval there was no way she wouldn't have very wet knickers after 2 and a half hours. "They seem so much longer when they're so boring don't they" he repeated, giving nothing away. The second speech was slightly shorter, but no a lot, it was another 20 minutes, and by the end of it Abby was starting to get seriously bursting. She was pleased with the chance to stand up to applaud, and as she frantically looked towards the ladies room, she saw 2 girls near the back make a quick dash for them. How she longed to do the same, she looked over to Martin, who was applauding furiously. He was terrifying, but it was starting to get urgent, "Erm, could I please just..." started Abby, hardly beleiving what she was abut to do, but she had to ask to be excused for a second. "It's OK Abigail" said Martin, talking right over the top of her, "I know what your thinking, more coffee, I'm on it", he shouted over a waitress and ordered large lattes for everyone up on the stage. Abby could have screamed, more coffee was absolutely the last thing she needed, she started to protest, but the third speech was being introduced, she had no choice but to just squeeze her thighs together and sit back down. The coffees arrived 5 minutes later and Abby was starting to bounce her legs around, her need was getting so very urgent. As she sipped slowly at her coffee she convinced herself that there had to be an interval after this speech, and if there wasn't she would have to admit her need and make a frantic dash for it. As the speech droned on Abby was getting more and more desperate. She was trying to keep her thighs pressed together tightly, as her feet beat on the floor like a drum. 25 minutes he went on for and by the end she was nearly beside herself, as she stood up to applaud, she felt like she was going to lose control. She bent double, and was about to beg Martin for a wee when to her absolute delight, the speaker announced a short, ten minute interval. "Oh thank god" she gasped out loud, as she made her way to the edge of the stage. The sound of chairs scraping across the floor filled the room, as Martin stopped her, "Should we go through your speech again" he asked, but there was no way she could be denied, she absolutely had to have a wee, it was becoming extremely urgent. "NO" she stammered a bit too loudly, barely stopping her frantic dash, "I need to, I mean, I'm just nipping to the ladies room quickly", He tried to protest, but she was like a woman possessed. storming past him towards the sign she'd been staring at for the past hour. Her bladder was screaming at her, just like it had been in the services earlier, she absolutely had to wee, she needed it. "Just hold on girl" she thought, as she gritted her teeth. To her horror though, as she got to the ladies she was greeted with a queue snaking out of the door. "No no no no no, not now" she muttered as she joined the end of it. There must've been 15 people waiting outside the door, with good knows what sort of drama going on inside. This could not be happening she thought, as she stood in line, trying to hide her frantic desperation. 10 minutes later, the queue had started to die down, and she was just at the enterence to the door. There was no hiding it anymore, she was desperate, absolutely bursting for a wee, she was grinding her thighs together and bobbing up and down, as she peered past the woman infront of her she could see that there were just 3 cubicles, and still about 5 desperate ladies before her. Her mind raced, and her heart pounded, as a toilet flushed and the woman at the front dashed in. At that moment she heard an announcement that caused her to yelp out. "OK, thats the end of the interval, please make your way back to your seats". She couldn't be late, she was on the stage, next to the main company director, but she had to wee, she absolutely had to, there was no way she could hold it for another hour, and certainly no way she could give a speech like this. It was now or never, she pushed past the woman in front of her and ran to the front of the line. She was greeted by an 18 year old PA, who was pressing a hand into her crotch. Abby's mind raced, as she started to beg, "Please, please, please can I cut the line" she pleaded, as the young girl looked horrified. There was a protest from a girl three girls back, but Abby continued, "Look, its an absolute emergency, I'm absolutely bursting for a wee, and they're calling for us back". "We all are" said the girl second in line, "Fuck off and wait your turn like everyone else". "I know" stammered Abby, "But, but I'm on the stage, and have a presentation to do, I have to go back now, but I absolutely must wee first, if I don't I'll wet myself for sure". Her pee dance was getting more and more frantic as she spoke, but the girl at the front almost broke down. "I neeeeeeedddd to weeeeeee" she wailed, "I'm sorry but I'm bursting, Its starting to come out". At that moment Sue came charging into the ladies room, her terrifying line manager. "Abigail, what on earth are you doing in here, everyone is back on that stage apart from you, Martin looks fucking seething, you're showing us all up". At that moment, a toilet flushed, and the heavenly sound of a lock sliding open filled the room. "Please" begged Abby, looking longingly at the next girl in line, but she just pushed past her, lifting her skirt as she went, revealing an already substantial wetspot on her baby pink knickers. Seconds later the sound of a huge, hissing deluge filled the room, as the PA gasped out in relief. "NOW" commanded Sue, staring at Abby. Her bladder screamed, as the thought of not being able to pee tormented her, then out of nowhere, SSSSSS, she lost control, just for a second, but it was enough, she hoiked up her skirt and thrust both of her hands between her legs. "SUE" she begged, praying almost for divine intervention. "I absolutely must pee, and they wont let me cut the line". "There's no time" said Sue, "I need you out here now, you'll have to hold it." "I can't" she gasped, "I really can't, its coming out now" She was frantic at that point, and saw a cocktail glass on the side. Her mind raced, she had to find some relief, she grabbed it, pulled aside her panties, and thrust it between her legs. Immediately a blast of pee shot from her tightly clenched lips, and as she allowed herself to relax her stream blasted out at incredible force. The girl at the front of the line started to protest, "You dirty bitch, stop it, oh god, oh please stop it" she was in a furious pee dance, and watching Abby find relief was clearly not helping her. Sue stormed over, just as the glass filled, and it was so hard to stop peeing, as her bladder just wanted to empty itself. "UUUMMMPH" she grunted as she got herself under control. She placed the glass on the side, it was full to the brim of frothing, almost clear business woman piss. "I'm so sorry" she said to Sue, "I absolutely had to do that". Her stomach still ached, and her bladder demanded its full relief, the pain of having to hold on again once the floodgates had opened was agony. The glass was only small, probably about 150ml, and she felt like she had an ocean trying to thrash out from between her legs. "I'll deal with the disgusting show I've just witnessed later on, but get back on that stage this instant" replied Sue, with a face like thunder. She ushered her towards the door of the Ladies, with a bladder still uncomfortably full. She was panicking as she headed back to the stage. How much longer would it be til she could finish her wee. She tried to convince herself that now she'd taken the edge off it, she'd be fine, but she felt anything but fine. She pressed her thighs together as she staggered back up to the stage, where she was greeted by Martin, who looked bright red. "ABIGAIL" he boomed, "Where the hell have you been, do you realise how important these speeches are, I knew it was a risk putting a little girl in charge of the most important one, people kept telling me you were driven, that you had something special, but you don't seem to be taking this seriously at all!" Her bottom lip started to quiver. She couldn't cry, not here, but her bladder screamed at her and she was being literally shouted at by the most important man in the company. "I'm sorry sir" she started, "but, erm, well there was a line" she barely even knew what she was going to say. She certainly couldn't tell him the whole story of what had happened in the ladies room, or admit to the fact that she was still easily as bursting as she'd been when the coach stopped earlier and frantically panicking about the possibility of wetting her knickers. "I don't care" said Martin, "I just hope your speech is good, you better not let me down" As he said it the master of ceremonies started to talk, and introduced Abby up the the front. She'd put so much work into her speech that she had to focus. The first ten minutes went well, but her bladder seemed to be filling more. She knew it was the coffee, and she involuntarilly started to bob up and down, rubbing her thighs together. Her need was coming in waves, each one seemingly a litte more urgent than the one before. She started to sweat as she ploughed on through, desperately trying to appear calm and relaxed, but she could hear people whispering. By some miracle she made it to the end of her speech, and actually pressed her hand into her crotch, almost as a celebration. Her mind raced. She'd actually done it, that was it, it was time to pee! Then Martin stood up and took the mic. Abby looked longingly accross to the Ladies room, she knew hers was the last speech, should she just run for it now. Her bladder sensed this thought and demanded it. "Umph" she grunted, as she bobbed up and down. Martin announced over the microphone that they were opening the floor to any questions, to any of speakers, and immediately a sea of hands shot up. Looking at more denial, she felt her legs starting to shake, she didn't know what to do. She'd been so focussed on making it to the end of her speech, that she'd almost convinced herself that would be the end of her trauma. Martin pointed to the first question asker, but Abby was barely listening. "Yes, erm, question for young Abigail, what is it like being a young girl succeding in such a male dominated industry." "Abby" said Martin, handing her the mic. She hadn't prepared for this, she couldn't think straight, her bladder burned, it needed release, sweat poured from her brow, as she started a subtle, but obvious pee dance. "Erm" she stammered "Its erm, yes, its good, all of my male colleagues have been very helpful" She was almost floored by an incredible urge. She looked accross to the Ladies room. Her mind screamed at her to make a run for it, her bladder demanded she run for it. The question asker pushed for more, "At such a young age too, you've done incredibly well, do you see yourself progressing right to the top of the company" "PEE, PEE, PEEEEEEE" her mind screamed, "THE LADIES IS JUST THERE" Out of nowhere, another urge, almost as big as it had been the day she'd wet herself outside weatherspoons. A blast of pee escaped her tightly clenched lips, and soaked into her expensive panties. She tried to press her hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight, she couldn't get any pressure where she needed it so badly. Another spurt escaped, this time causing a rivulet that she could feel dripping down her thigh. Everyone was staring at her, but she had to pee, right this second! It was, undoubtaby the worst moment of her life. She could hear people sneering and laughing at her, but she was out of control, on stage, and actively starting to wet herself. "I'm err, I'm sorry" she stammered into the mic, "I erm, that is, I'm sorry, I just need a quick break". She dropped the microphone onto the floor and just ran towards the Ladies. She could hear Martin saying something, and others told her to wait, but there was literally only one thing that mattered. More pee escaped from her, as she staggered accross the room. "I'm sorry" she cried, as she went, "I'm so sorry, I have to, I can't wait." Sue stood and tried to block her path again, but she was like a woman possessed. Any delay now, would be absolutely disasterous, she was literally out of control. "Abigail, get back on that stage this instant" commanded Sue, but she didn't even break stride. "I need a weee" she gasped as she pushed open the Ladies room door and saw an open cubicle infront of her. It was literally too much, the sight of a toilet was what she'd been dreaming of for so long, that she started to release as she frantically hoiked up her tight skirt. She could feel pee cascading from between her legs, as she pulled aside the gusset of her panties and collapsed onto the toilet, without even bolting the cubicle door. The relief she felt was like nothing she had ever encountered before, as she literally exploded a deluge of pent up pee into the bowl below. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she gasped "oh my god, I've needed this for so long, oh a pee, oh I thought I'd never get to do it" she was crying as her stream dwindled down to a trickle, sobbing and peeing for all she was worth. She was lightheaded and the whole bottom half of her body tingled and relaxed. She seemed to pee on for ages, before finally she felt empty. Only at that stage did she assess the damage. She stood up and immediately felt how wet her panties were, she she removed them. She was also mortified to feel the inside of both thighs, and then noticed the streaks running down the back of her ridiculously expensive designer skirt. The mess she'd made on the floor of the, clearly, well maintained Ladies room was clear for all to see too. At that stage, Sue came charging in. Abby expected the telling off of her life, but seeing the state that she was in, she saw a different side to Sue. Her make up had run down her face where she had been crying, and her glistening legs, streaked skirt, and sopping wet panties in hand clearly showed there'd been quite a serious accident. "Oh my God Abby" said Sue, "What on earth happened, how can you just pee yourself" Abby, still crying started "I don't know, I had to go so bad, I told you I had to go. I couldn't wait, I tried, I really tried, I got through my speech, and then there was questions, it hurt, and I tried to stop it but my skirt was tight and I needed it, and I wet myself!" she cried more as Sue hugged her. "Do you have a weak bladder or something?" questioned Sue "We've all had to go at these events, but you don't just wet yourself." "I don't know Sue, but I premise I couldn't help it". "Get yourself cleaned up and I'll tell them you're ill she said, as 2 giggling girls came into the Ladies. Abby locked herself back inside her cubicle and dried her legs. She'd made a huge show of herself, but as much as she tried to think about all she could think about was the coach trip back tomorrow!! But that's another story.....
  17. Flush

    The long wait

    "She walked into the room, butt-naked, the wet panties in her hand. It was the best sex I’ve ever had." This story is a follow up to “Fifth date rule” and “Returning the favour”, from which I cited the last line. It’s not entirely crucial to read these stories beforehand. Nevertheless, if you by any chance have the time to do so, I would most certainly recommend it. It’s going to be my last story, but you probably won’t believe it, because I announced my departure from the omorashi writing scene in general roughly two years ago. Yeah ok, I was a big fat liar. I’m going to say it once again, and once again I mean it: this will most positively be my last creative effort. I hope you will all enjoy it. Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation and wetting, and includes some soft male-female sexual scenes at the end. Special credits to Ranpalan from the “Editing team” to proofread my work, and to the thread “Let’s trade stories” which loosely provided me with some inspiration. - - THE LONG WAIT - - *Ding* “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 30.000 feet at an airspeed of 350 miles an hour. The weather is excellent, and we are expecting to reach our destination approximately thirty minutes ahead of schedule. The cabin crew will be coming around to offer you our in-flight service.” Finally. After six months of hard work, I was finally returning home after my overseas’ internship within my uncle’s international company. The whole experience had been amazing; I had learned so much during the last few weeks, and I was still on track to land in a junior executive position - it was an opportunity given to me that I couldn't possibly have refused. I smiled and sighed, so glad that I hadn’t messed it all up, because I had needed to leave behind the most precious thing in my life - Jess. Six months, it had seemed like an eternity. Let me tell you, long distance relationships suck. At first, there’s the awful decision. She wants you to follow your dreams, you don’t want to leave her, but you want to go, you doubt, she stands firm, but you know that deep down inside she will miss you too. But - will she miss you too? Why is she so persistent? Maybe she just wants to get rid of you? You argue, realize your mistake and make up, have second thoughts again. Then it’s final, and then it’s not, and then it’s back to final. Awful. Then, there’s the final kiss before you leave. You look her in the eyes, try not to cry, say you’ll call her as soon as you land, promise her to Skype her every night, then you cry anyway. You’re the last person to board and you have to leave now, but you can’t, and she says that nothing will change, but you know it will. Is the kiss temporarily final or eternally final? Final. The word just keeps spooking through your head during the entire flight. But the worst part is the six-month period itself. That might seem pretty obvious, but there are moments where it hits you really hard. You work hard, you feel alone. You miss a few calls, she misses a few calls, and tells you she’s going out with her roommate. Just her roommate, or her roommate and the two guys living in the apartment below them? Just the movies, or is she going to a sweaty club afterwards? Alright, it was just the movies. You spice things up and try to make love over a webcam line, but it feels weird. You masturbate, but you don’t feel the love, it’s not the same. You need intimacy. A sexy Swedish blonde is doing her internship in the company. You get along. She’s wearing a skimpy red dress to the company gala, and she accidentally falls against you after a few drinks. Soft breasts. You think about accepting her ride to your home, but walk home to cool down instead, and realize how close you were to making a huge mistake. Had you just cheated on your girlfriend for having these thoughts? The rules were unclear. There were no rules. You should have made rules. You beat off, and inadvertently the blonde shows up in your fantasies. Was this cheating? If felt like cheating. The next time your girlfriend moans over Skype that she wants sex, you start to think about your own adventures, and the meaning of her words suddenly change. She said it at least thirty times before, but at that time, “she want’s sex” just meant that she wants you, and you felt good about yourself. Now it means that she is horny and willing to take any guy in her neighbourhood. Off course she’s not. But you know there’s a possibility, and it kills you inside. You count down, hesitant to pick up her calls, afraid that she will break up with you over the phone. She doesn’t. You hope everything returns to normal when you get back. I gulped down the whisky that I had ordered from the stewardess, and smiled when I looked out of the window. Finally, I was going home again, and all of these headaches were all over. A company car would pick me up from the airport, and I would go straight to Jess’ apartment again. We hadn’t made exact plans, but I could think of a few things to do. I hoped her roommate Chloe would be gone tonight so we would have some privacy. “So, big day today, huh? Don’t worry Jess, I made plans for tonight so you two lovebirds will have the apartment to yourselves.” “Come on Chloe, you don’t have to disappear, we don’t mind you being here at all.” “Jess - and I’m raising my eyebrow here - are you serious? It’s been six months. Twenty four weeks that you will have to make up for in just one night. You do not want me here.” “I guess you’re right. I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.” “Nervous? Why? You two just passed the ultimate love test! You should be thrilled!” “Yeah um… It’s just that it’s been awhile since we… you know. What if… I don’t know...” “Jess. Not that again. Did you shave?” “Yeah, but what does that have to do with…” “You will be neat and naked, he will be horny. You do the math.” I tossed and turned my cell phone around in my hands while the businessman next to me made an in-flight call to his boss, or at least someone in power. I pondered about making a surprise call to her too, but the service rate was hardly cheap, and I was hardly rich. Sure, if the company credit card took care of it all like my neighbours’, it would be no problem. I decided not to. We managed six months - another six hours wouldn’t be the end of it. The more money I saved, the more I had left to pick her up a present from the airport gift shop. “Jess, I’m getting impatient of you pacing around the apartment. Here, have a drink, sit down. Look - if you worry too much, then just give him exactly what he wants. It will be great either way, but if it gives you some confidence, it could be worth a try.” “What he wants… what do you mean?” “I don’t know, you’re his girlfriend; he must have some kinks in the bedroom, every guy has at least one.” “No, I don’t think he does, we just…” “Jess. Listen to me. Every guy has at least one. Uniforms, whips, leather, feet, you name it. Think. What was the best sex you ever had? What happened before?” “I… I’m not telling you that, but…” “Fine, if you don’t want my help, I’ll get back to the dishes.” “Ok, ok - but don’t laugh at me.” “I’m listening.” “Do you remember the time when I slid the bathroom key under the door - off course you remember, you soaked your jeans right there - well, I was horny and desperate, and we made out in the shower and…” “Hey, I don’t need all the spicy details. Well, maybe I do, but not today. Ok, so he likes to see you antsy and bursting to pee. I get the appeal; you’re his sweet damsel in distress that he wants to save. Typical. Every man wants to be the hero of his girl. Well - this is easy. All we need is a simple scenario for a roleplay and… wait up, I’ll get something from my room, I have an idea.” “Ropes?” “Yep, ropes. Don’t worry, they’re special ones that don’t slice into your wrists when you stir.” “Wait, Chloe, what the hell are you talking about?” “His fantasy. He has a key to the apartment, right? Text him that he can come in on his own. Tease him. It’s mysterious, he’ll love it.” “And what will I do?” “Aha! You will be on your bed in your underwear. Just before he arrives, I will tie your hands and feet to the bed ends. And you make sure that you need the bathroom with some urgency. Don’t fake it, you’re a terrible actress. Drink some water, it should be easy to calculate how much. Let him save you, and be grateful,... really grateful.” “...” “What? Look, if you don’t want to do it, fine. He will be happy with a quick fix, either way. You’re both in love. But it’s not such a bad idea if you’re into it; he will know instantly how you planned this out for him, as if you were fantasizing about the moment for the entire past six months.” “Ok… maybe… I don’t know… and how much do I drink?” “Enough. Relax; it’s still a few hours - you should only start when there’s two hours left or so, with a few glasses, that should be plenty.” The seatbelt sign came on, and the soothing voice of the flight commander announced that we would start our descent in a few moments. I thought about the fact that I never had flown with a female pilot in the cockpit before, and wondered why that was. The weather outside seemed sunny, just like announced, and we would arrive half an hour earlier than originally planned, just like announced. I called Jess as soon as we were taxiing to the terminal. The conversation was quite short; there was a lot of noise in the airplane so I had to speak up rather loudly - it wasn’t the perfect setting for a lovely, enticing conversation. But the message came through, and she told me how she missed me, and how she wanted me to hurry. She didn’t tell why, and I wondered whether it was just love talk, or whether she really wanted me to make a dash for it for some reason. I would have to wait for my luggage anyway, but I hoped mine would be the first suitcase on the belt. “Ok Chloe, he just landed.” “Great. Did you go the bathroom?” “I just did.” “Great. Come, I’ll pour you something. No alcohol, it will only cloud your senses, and you’re drunk on love anyway. How long till he gets here?” “Hmm… he would text me when he arrived in our city’s district, but I think, over a little less than an hour and a half. One hour and a quarter, maybe.” “One hour and a quarter? Jess, I told you two hours! Oh well, it will do. How many glasses of water do you think you’ll need?” “I don’t know, one glass to start?” “One glass in a less than an hour and a half? Are you serious? You’ll need at least four glasses, believe me. I would even take five if I were me, and I know you can hold it as well as I do - we tested in more than one occasion, remember? Bathroom buddies when we go clubbing?” “Okay… two glasses, then.” “Two times two. Come on, drink.” “Ok, one down.” “Next! One and a quarter, one and a half, one and three quarters, two!” “I think this will be enough to…” “No effin’ way, Jess. At least four. You need to be convincing.” “Two. Ok, just another half a glass then.” “Here, drink. Two and a quarter, two and a half, two and a half, two and a half… come on, keep going. Don’t stop!” “That’s two and three quarters! That’s enough, Chloe.” “Ok, for now then, but you’ll need more in a few minutes, I assure you.” “Why are you so tough? You haven’t consumed a single drop yourself!” “Oh, you want me to drink along? Sure, I’ll show you that you’ll need four glasses. And I will not visit the bathroom in the apartment anymore, not before your boyfriend arrives. Heck, I’ll even lock the door to make my point.” “I was just kidding, you don’t have to prove yourself, but...” “One… Two… Three… and a half... Four.. and... a… a half... F... Fi... ah... Five. And that, is how it is done! Don’t laugh at me!” My heart was beating in my chest once I set foot on home soil. A lot can change in six months - the airport hall was completely remodeled since my departure, and I thankfully had the company driver to guide me through the maze. Had I changed? I believed not. Had Jess changed? I hoped not. Only less than an hour that kept us apart. The tension rose with every text I sent, documenting my journey towards her with great detail. “Oh. My God.” “What?” “You look so... seductive - I almost had forgotten you owned clothing other than sweatpants!” “Well, I never had reason to dress up in the last couple of months, but now that he’s back,... Anyway, he’s approaching the district, can you be gone in ten minutes?” “Yeah, of course, come on, I’ll tie you to the bed.” “Are you sure about this?” “Yeah, I’m sure. Foot!” “Hey, not too tight!” “Don’t be such a wuss, Jess, these ropes are delicate as a feather, your fragile ankles won’t feel a thing, I promise. Other foot!” “It’s just a little weird, I haven’t done anything like this before...” “Arm! Relax, he is going to like it, I guarantee you. I’ll do the dishes for a month if he doesn’t. The moment when he sees you squirming around, waiting for him to save you…” “Yeah, uhm - about that - I don’t think those three glasses were quite enough...” “Really? Arm! Come on Jess, you being desperate was eighty percent of the fantasy!” “Well, I do feel a little need, I could go, but I don’t HAVE to. It’s too late now, isn’t it?” “I don’t know, you still got ten minutes, I think you can still do some damage control - wait a second.” “Drink this.” “The whole bottle?” “The whole small bottle. Ten minutes, Jess - it has to run right through you, you’ll need as much as you can take.” “Fine.” “Good girl. Alright, now that you are all tied and filled up, I’m going to take off.” “Chloe?” “Yeah?” “I wonder... Have you ever had sex with a full bladder?” “I did.” “And?” “You know a good girl like me doesn’t kiss and tell… have fun!” The texting back and forth between Jess and me had come to an abrupt halt with a mysterious message - my eyes were glued to my phone for a few good seconds, trying to decipher the cryptic code within. I don’t know how much longer I can wait - I need you so bad right now. The front door is unlocked. Hurry. In any other situation and without context, I would have assumed that she was in serious trouble, but I was almost sure that it wasn’t the case now. There was a wink emoticon, and we had been busy warming each other up for the last couple of minutes. It was a lot more explicit than the last few vanilla messages though - or was I reading too much into it? She meant sex, right? Maybe not. Maybe she was just taking a hot dish out of the oven, and I needed to arrive before it got cold. Maybe. I texted her back, but I didn’t get an answer. I looked up to see where we were - a seven minute drive away from her apartment - and just captured how an oblivious driver flat out pulled out of a small alleyway, forcing our car onto the pavement while slamming the brakes. Asshole. I only stop for hot chicks, proclaimed his bumper sticker - the total douchebag level at least checked out. Fortunately, we were both unharmed and quickly back on our way, but unfortunately, that didn’t last very long. Two crossroads further, my driver pulled over onto a bus stop, checking his mirror in the process, and sighed. “Yeah, I think we got a flat tire.” Yet another delay. I stayed in the car while the company driver got out, and dialed Jess’ cellphone number, to let her know that I would arrive at her place later than expected. Her phone rang a couple of times, then I got her voicemail. I tried calling her again, same result, so I texted her, and got out of the car to see how the repairs were going. Turns out that there was no spare tire, and my driver had called the leasing company’s road assistance. I idled on the sidewalk for a good minute, and then made an impulsive decision - I chose to walk to her apartment. Waiting around while Jess was waiting for me was killing me inside, and while a fifteen minute walk could hardly be called heroic, I hoped it would be at least a little bit romantic. I said my goodbyes to the driver, gathered my belongings, and went on my way. “Chloe?” It was only a quarter of an hour later that I realised that my projected fifteen minute walk would be a little longer in time. Three blocks to go and I picked up my pace. Jess wasn’t responding to any of my texts, but I would be with her soon anyway. Finally. “Chloe! Oh God... CHLOE!” “Chloe, I’m serious, are you there? I think he’s late, and I really need to pee now! Please?” “CHLOEEEEE... Fuck... CHLOE!” “Chloe...” “Chloe... please untie me... please... before I...” When I arrived at Jess’ place, I found the door unlocked with a green post-it note on top of it, that said after unfolding: Welcome home sweetheart - strip to your boxers, don’t make a sound, and meet me in my room... which is exactly what I did without hesitating. Fighting the urge to rush the task, I tried to follow Jess’ instructions close to the letter. I managed to gently drop my shirt, shoes and socks into the sofa without making a single sound, but the adrenaline rushing through my body eventually got the upper hand of me. The metallic noise of my belt buckle falling onto the tiled floor filled the living room. Fuck. “Chloe? Thank god, please please come in quickly…” It was the first time in six long months that I heard my girlfriend’s voice in real life again, instead of over the phone, and to me, it sounded so sweet and divine, as if she was some goddess calling me from above. I didn’t even think about the possibility of her roommate being home home while I was standing in their living room half naked, I thought only about barging through her bedroom door to finally taste her lips again, and so I did. “Well, I’m not Chloe, but I think that...” My heartbeat stalled for a moment while I inspected the scene that I was walking into. Jess was lying on the bed all tied up, her nipples pointing through her bra towards the ceiling. Her legs - much like her arms - were spread entirely and with some imagination, I could see the outlines of her lips through the fabric of her panties. Her knees were unnaturally aimed towards each other, and the whole underside of her body seemed restless, as if something had stressed her out. “... Jess, are you alright? Who... what... Did someone break into the apartment while the door was unlocked?” She gave me a puzzled look, and then bursted out laughing compulsively, while I stood by her bedroom door studying her expression, not knowing how to react. Her eyes were closed and she had somewhat of a painful grimace on her face, but her smile seemed truly genuine, and I couldn’t resist grinning with her, like I was a complete idiot. Her laughter died out before mine, and she waved her butt around sensually, inviting me to come in bed with her. “It’s a surprise for you”, Jess said, using her most enticing voice, “I’ve been - waiting - a long time for you. Now I kind of have to pee, but... there’s something else I want you to do first, something I’ve been craving for since the day you left...” She slowly bit her lip softly and theatrically diverted her eyes towards her most intimate parts, making her intentions clear as ice to me. Although her lace panties were black, they worked as a red rag to a bull for me, and I quickly slammed the door shut before crawling into her bed, like a tiger observing its prey. I gently placed my fingers on her knee and slowly moved up her tense thighs, and she gasped, her bottom twisting and turning, my touch driving her totally crazy. I deliberately missed her crotch by just an inch, let my fingertips slip past her hard nipples, and tucked my hand behind her neck. I stared into her pleading eyes, pulled her head slightly towards me, and leaned over to passionately kiss her full on the lips. It had been so long since I touched her that I had trouble composing myself, but the feeling was mutual, as she forced her trembling lips onto mine again, harder than the first time. I laid beside her and admired her sexy body for a few good seconds; whether she wanted it or not, there was nothing that she could do in her tied up position, and I absolutely loved being in control of the situation. She was breathing loudly, and her legs were pulling the rope around her ankles frantically, trying to press her thighs together in vain. It wasn't until then that I noticed the bulge around her waist, and realised how badly she really needed to pee. I hesitated for a second and looked into her longing eyes again, giving her a chance to confess her need to me, in case she would want me to untie her before we moved any further. As if she was reading my mind, she slowly waved her butt back and forth again, clearly having trouble to keep the rest of her body still, and pointed her eyes towards her black panties again. She really wanted me to pleasure her first. I swiftly moved my hand down under and slipped my fingers right into her panties, instinctively placing them exactly where I knew she liked them, it was like riding a bike. I ran my fingertips over her sensitive spots to warm her up, and gasped when I felt how wet she already was just by the anticipation of making love with me. Not that I was truly surprised, since I was already rock hard myself, without Jess even having touched my erection. She moaned and told me to hurry up, which drove me even crazier; I plucked the condom from the nightstand, and dropped my boxers. I crawled onto the bed again, and my fingers grabbed the fabric of her panties so I could remove them, but then I realised that I wouldn’t be able to pull them down as long as her legs were spread by the rope around her ankles. Taken over by animal lust, I gently moved the fabric around her vulva aside, and pointed my erection towards her. I slowed down, placed it into position, ready to burst forth, and closed my eyes. “Stop - ah - stop... I can’t, stop, I can’t, honey, I’m sorry, I can’t, I’m so sorry!” I immediately pulled back and opened my eyes; a tear was running down Jess’ face. “I need to pee, I can’t hold it, please untie me, I don’t want to ruin my mattress!” I jumped out of the bed without hesitating, and went down on my knees so that I could untie my precious girlfriend in distress as quickly as possible. Confidently, I pulled the end of the rope and assured Jess that she would be out in a second - only to realize that the knot around her ankle wasn’t a conventional one, and that the rope didn’t come loose at all. I cluelessly looked up to Jess, but she had her eyes closed and couldn’t see me - I brainlessly tried the other ankle, hoping that it would come off easier, but to no avail. Jess had dropped all pretense and squirmed around in her bed for all that she had, her knees furiously moving around, and although I felt sorry for her, I couldn’t help to be aroused by the wonderful sight. The fabric of her panties was still aside, and the enticing slit between her thighs was sensually dancing with Jess’ movements. It was a mesmerising sight for a lustful man like me, and I could have stared at it all day long, but there were more urgent matters to take care of. So I stood up, and watched Jess’ body freeze for a good second, and she whimpered, before squirming around again. A short burst of pee dripped out from between her legs; she had leaked. I had to take more drastic measures. “Hold on Jess - I’ll be right back!” Jess moaned and I wondered whether she had spurted once again, while I spurted towards the kitchen to grab the scissors out of the silverware drawer; it wouldn’t be the most elegant or most heroic solution, but it would be the fastest one, and that was what Jess needed at that time. But much to my surprise, all the scissors and knives were taken out of the drawer, and there was just a simple note that said: “The greater the effort, the sweeter the reward. The easy way is no fun. Love, Chloe.” Perplexed, I turned the piece of paper around, and on the backside there was a copy of Chloe’s girl scout knot tying diploma - a particular knot was circled in red with the instructions how to tie the rope. My hands were shaking as I tried to figure out how to do the steps backwards, but then I heard Jess squeal, desperately begging me to help her, and I decided that I would just have to learn by doing it. I rushed into her room again, dropped the piece of paper on her nightstand, and pulled the particular side of rope highlighted in the last step. Adrenaline rushed through me while I succeed; one part of the knot came loose, and I recognized the remaining part from the penultimate picture. Jess clenched her fingers, and shuddered; I could have perfectly clocked the pressure waves overtaking her, urine no doubt rushing against the tormented muscles in her full bladder. The next step, however, seemed to be a little more tricky, and required a lot more of prying the rope, but I persistently followed through, determined to save Jess from her position before it would be too late. The problem was that, though, that when she desperately yanked her hands towards her, the rope would pull itself back into position, and I hardly gained ground. Knowing Chloe all too well, I soon realised that she had used a self-tying knot technique, and considerately asked Jess to try and keep her body under control as good as possible, to which she moaned in despair, nevertheless holding herself as still as she could. “I’ll try, I’ll try, please hurry!” I could only promise her to be as fast as I could; the rope prying was definitely more successful, and I could pull loop after loop from around her wrist. Ecstatic that her arm could move around a little further, she wildy twitched around again, making the last kinks in the rope harder to untangle, but after a good ten seconds of work, the knot came loose, and I scrambled onto the foot end of the bed, while Jess’ hand surged directly to her crotch. I was now in the front row again, and couldn’t resist to take a quick glance; her middle finger was jammed between her lips, her buttocks furiously rocking around, her thighs flexing themselves. She cried out to God more times than I could count, but I knew a divine intervention wouldn’t come and save her. Just three more knots, and she could rush towards the bathroom to get the relief she so badly needed. I gently requested her to lay still again, and she complied, but compared to her wrists, keeping her ankles still seemed to be extremely hard; so urgent was her need, that she had completely lost control over her body. I had just successfully loosened the first two loops when her breathing got heavier, and her legs started jerking around even wilder. The roped tied themselves tighter again, and there was nothing that I could do anymore, except telling Jess to lay still, but she didn’t seem to listen to me any longer. Powerless, I looked up to her, and noticed that all of her fingers were hugging her privates now, covering all of the skin between her thigh and her panties, and she shuddered a few times, before the jerking movement off her legs slowly died out. Glistening drops of pee were passing through her fingers, and soon joined their forces into a sizzling river delta; Jess had lost the battle against her full bladder and slowly but surely started wetting her bed. I hesitantly pried loose another loop, and then I realised there was nothing more that I could do; I had failed her. It would take me more than a minute to undo the rest of the ropes, and Jess simply didn’t have that time. The force of the stream coming from between her legs only got stronger, and the flood drenched the fabric of her panties, still hanging from the side, and landed into her bed. In a last effort to save her mattress, I looked around the room for a container of some sort, and noticed an empty plastic bottle standing on her night stand. Without overthinking it, I grabbed it from the table and pressed the opening it against Jess’ fingers. It wasn’t until then that I realised that the stream of her pee was so thick compared to the small gap in the bottle, and that pissing into one wasn’t as easy as it was for boys, but Jess played along anyway, no doubt in absence of a better option. Trembling, she moved her fingertips out of the way, and a short burst of pee sprung out of her body before I forced the bottle onto her lips. After a few corrections, the piece of plastic managed to collect most of the wetness, and we both heard the satisfying sound of the stream hitting the bottom of the bottle. Jess sighed and completely let go, pee gushing out her like a waterfall, the width of flood expanding, and thick drops splashed against the side of the bottle, all over my hands. In a second or fifteen, she filled the entire bottle, and before I properly realised it, the piece of plastic overflowed, pee waving onto her intimates again. I retracted the bottle, but Jess didn’t stop at all, her mattress ruined anyway, and blissfully continued emptying her bladder into her bed. We looked each other in the eye for few seconds after she finished, both of us unsure how to react, and then we both bursted out laughing at the complete absurdity of this situation. While I told her how much I loved her, and she told me how much she loved me, I untied her ropes, and we cuddled on the dry side of the bed. She started kissing all over my body, and then playfully pulled me out of bed. I followed her towards Chloe’s bedroom, admiring her sexy bottom as she leaped through the living room naked. We made love in her roommate’s bed out of revenge. It wasn’t the sex best I’ve ever had, but it was certainly the hottest. Fortunately we did it more than once that night. THE END
  18. EMILY'S ACCIDENT After several dates Emily knew that she was very much in love with Jack and she was increasingly confident that he felt the same way about her. Tonight they would take the next big step in their relationship by going to a party at the digs of some of her art student friends and then spending the night together in Jack's London flat. Realising how nervous Emily was, Valerie, her older sister, took her shopping and helped her to choose some seductive lingerie to wear under her party dress. With decisions taken and purchases made, Valerie asked Emily if she was feeling more confident. "About tonight, yes....." Emily replied hesitantly ".....but there's another thing on my mind. I am thinking of inviting Jack to spend some time with us at the villa in Tuscany. Mummy has said he will be very welcome and as he is an airline pilot he will be able to get cheap tickets to go to and fro. The problem is, I'm not sure how well he will fit in." "Why shouldn't he?" Valerie asked. "He seems really nice and I'm sure we would all get along fine." "In general, yes" Emily agreed "But you know how far the pool is from the house and how, rather than walking all the way back there in the heat, we all just wet ourselves when we need a wee? It is not exactly conventional, is it?" "No, the conventional thing to do is to wee in the pool itself!" Valerie replied, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Personally, I much prefer our way." "Me too, but I am not sure how Jack will react when he sees us doing it. He might find it weird or even disgusting. On the other hand I don't want Jack's presence at the villa to be a nuisance to everybody else, making them feel that they have to to keep going back to the house." "I think quite a lot of men are actually turned on by seeing a pretty girl doing a wee in her bikini" Valerie observed. "Tom certainly is and Daddy has always been perfectly OK about all of us, including Mummy, wetting our knickers for convenience. In fact in Mummy's case I'm pretty sure he rather likes it." Emma considered this. "I've been thinking about it a lot and I've decided that the only way to find out how Jack will react is to stage an 'accident' some time when I'm with him. If I tell him I'm desperate beforehand and that I might not make it to the loo I can opt to stay dry if it looks as though it might go badly. But I want it to be somewhere private and if it is going to look genuine it also has to be somewhere that has no loo. So far I haven't been able to think of a suitable time and place. In any case I don't want to do it yet, I'm going to wait until our relationship is more secure." ------------------------ The party that evening was a fiasco. About fifty people crammed into a small terraced house, some invited, some not and many of them drunk when they arrived. The music was too loud for anybody to talk and the only bathroom was being monopolised by a boy who was constantly throwing up. Some of the other boys peed in the garden but several girls were waiting on the landing in various stages of desperation for any opportunity to use the loo. Emily she suggested they slip away early. Jack readily agreed and called a taxi. During the long journey from the London suburb where the party was being held to Jack's flat in Limehouse Emily felt an increasing need for a pee and in the last few miles she began to wonder if she would make it. Waiting in the cold air outside Jack's flat as he paid off the cab was agony but she really did not want to wet her sexy underwear, nor did she want to risk spoiling their first night together. She told herself to hold on - she would be able to use the loo in Jack's flat in a few minutes. They went into the foyer and took the lift. The doors closed and the lift started to move but almost immediately shuddered to a halt. Jack tried pressing buttons to no avail so he picked up the emergency telephone and spoke to the estate's caretaker who said he would call out the lift engineer. Jack stayed on the line whilst he did so and a few moments later the caretaker confirmed that the engineer would arrive in about 45 minutes. "Jack" said Emily, close to tears. "I couldn't go to the loo at the party and now I'm bursting. I really don't think I can wait much longer." She crossed her legs. Jack gave her a gentle hug. "Whatever happens it would not be your fault so please don't worry about it." Emily was shivering so he took off his jacket and gently placed it over her shoulders. She huddled miserably into it, desperately trying to avoid soaking in urine the lingerie that she had hoped would be so seductive The whole evening was going horribly wrong. After a while the emergency phone buzzed again. Jack left Emily's side and went to answer it. It was the engineer saying he was about to arrive on site and asking for details of the lift failure and the number of people trapped. As Jack spoke to the engineer, a spurt told Emily that she was about to lose control completely. She parted her legs wide in the hope that she could at least limit the damage by avoiding her stockings. Then she gave in to the inevitable. As Jack put the phone down he heard a splashing sound in the silence of the stalled lift. He turned to see the incongruous sight of Emily, elegant in her party dress and high heels and clutching an expensive-looking evening bag, straddling a puddle on the lift floor that was expanding as a stream of pee between her legs continued to fall. She looked stricken. Emily's aching body would not let her stop the flow until she was empty by which time the flood covered most of the lift floor and was starting to run in rivulets towards where Jack was standing. Jack took Emily in his arms and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. She looked up at him and smiled timidly, though her eyes were brimming with tears. "It doesn't matter about the loo now" she murmured "I don't need it any more". Then the lift jerked upwards for a short distance. "We'll soon have you out" shouted the caretaker from the other side of the doors. Another few minutes and the engineer forced the doors open. The lift car was not level with the floor so they both helped Emily and Jack step up on to the landing and asked if they were OK. Jack thanked them and apologised to the caretaker that he had had to relieve himself whilst they were stuck in the lift. "No problem" the caretaker replied, pocketing the ten pound note that Jack pressed into his hand. "Its puke that I hate having to clear up. Piss is a doddle by comparison - and it brings the floor up lovely and clean!" They took another lift up to the Jack's flat on the seventh floor and he let them in. As soon as the door closed behind them, Jack took Emily into his arms and looked solelmnly into her eyes. 'When you were wetting yourself in the lift you looked so vulnerable and.....desirable. Is that an awful thing for me to think?" "If you liked it that much you may see it more often!" Emily replied, giving him a playful kiss. Jack returned the kiss with passion and Emily felt him grow hard against her. She started to unbutton his shirt. "And thank you for saying it was you who did a wee in the lift, that was gallant of you." Jack led Emily into the bedroom, reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She honestly thought he might have a heart attack when he saw her standing in front of him in her stockings and cherry red silk lingerie, her tiny panties wet between the legs. Emily removed Jack's shirt and slowly started to undo the belt of his trousers. He kicked off his clothes until he was standing in just his bulging boxer shorts. He removed her bra to reveal her firm, perfectly shaped breasts, then knelt before her to slide a stocking down each leg. As he did so he kissed her wet panties, then gently pulled them down to her feet where she kicked them aside. Removing his boxers he tenderly laid Emily on the bed. What followed was the best sex Emily had ever had. Far from the clumsy fumblings of her previous student encounters, Jack proved to be a skillful and considerate lover, gently and sensuously bringing her to climax after climax. Afterwards, whilst they were lying in each other's arms he returned to the subject of her wetting herself and how surprised he was to find it so erotic. She told him about how her mother had taught her three daughters that it is perfectly acceptable for a girl to wet her knickers. "We all still do, including Mummy. For example, at the villa in Italy we often ride out the heat of the afternon around the swimming pool. We drink lots of water to stay hydrated but the pool is a long way from the house. It is a family rule that nobody ever pees in the pool itself. 'So rather than bother to go all the way back to the house we all just wee in our bathers." As she was describing this she felt Jack grow hard with desire again. She straddled him and lowered herself slowly on to his rigid cock, then leaned forward, her hair forming a curtain around their faces. She kissed him on the lips and murmured "If you like, I will bring a bikini next time and show you how its done."
  19. Hey all, here's a new story! It's on Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B019OVO90M?*Version*=1&*entries*=0 And the rest of my Kindle stuff - http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=holditin I met Pauline in college and we had fallen for each other quickly. One thing I had come to notice about my girlfriend was that she had no trouble putting off her bathroom visits, even when it had been hours since she’d gone last. Pauline insisted to me that she didn’t have a fetish for holding, but added “With my capacity, needing to find a bathroom is never an issue.” It was during a road trip to the beach just after college that I saw her capacity truly tested for the first time. I’d picked her up in my car at her apartment at 9 am. “Ready?” I asked her as she threw a suitcase into the back seat. “Yup, yup,” Pauline replied with a smile, “Got up, took my morning piss at 7, ate some cereal, glass of OJ, cup of coffee, finished packing, I’m ready to go!” One thing about Pauline was that she was certainly not shy about talking about pee, even though she had no fetish for it. “Then let’s hit the road!” I said enthusiastically, and off we went. Almost immediately Pauline popped out a bottle of water from her shoulder bag and began to drink from it. “Thirsty, are we?” I asked with a smile, and Pauline smiled back and nodded. After an hour the bottle was all gone, and I would suspect that a normal person would have been considering pulling over for a bathroom break, as Pauline was now laden with her morning orange juice, her diuretic coffee, and a full bottle of water. Of course I considered this was basically nothing for Pauline, but just then she piped up, “Hey, can we make a pit stop?” I was rather surprised, but agreed. When we pulled in I saw the reason for the stop – this rest area contained a Starbucks. There were few things Pauline loved more than sucking down a Starbucks coffee or ten, and she promptly stood in line at the Starbucks while I used the restrooms, just to be safe. We met up back at my car with Pauline carrying not one, but two coffees of their largest size. “Thanks babe, but you know I don’t like coffee,” I said with a blush, but my girlfriend replied, “Oh I know dear! I got greedy is all. One for now, one for the road!” She set one cup down in the car’s cup holder and began working on the second coffee before she was even fully seated. By 11 am Pauline had finished the first large coffee, and soon after I detected the first hint of a bladder bulge forming in her midriff. She’d chosen a pair of tight jeans shorts that rode low on her hips and a midriff-baring short white cami for our journey, a fact that I had most certainly noticed. She began nursing the second Starbucks coffee, but more slowly, as it seemed her stomach had filled up with liquid. At noon we stopped for lunch, and Pauline had only drunk a quarter of her Starbucks coffee. She didn’t get out of the car when I did, so I gave her a quizzical look, to which she replied, “Oh, honey, just give me a minute. My coffee will be cold by the time we get back to the car! Here, let me just finish it off now.” Before I could respond Pauline had taken her coffee in one hand and tipped it into her waiting mouth, and thirty seconds after that she tipped back the cup, totally empty. She was breathing a little heavily from the chug and wiped a stray drop of Starbucks coffee from her lips as we went into the rest area. For lunch we had soup and sandwiches, and with it Pauline ordered a large soda. I was very impressed that she chose such a giant beverage after just recently chugging down her coffee, and apparently her stomach was still a bit bloated with liquids, because it took her nearly an hour to down the drink, even though we’d finished our meals long before. As she finished the last sip, I checked my watch. “We really should get going if we’re going to stay ahead of the traffic.” I said, just as Pauline asked, “Hey, do you think there’s a washroom in this place? I’ve had a lot to drink.” We both paused awkwardly, both from interrupting each other and from each having separate, conflicting ideas about our next course of action. With slight exasperation, I asked, “Baby, do you really need to go? We should have been back on the road half an hour ago.” To this Pauline laughed and flashed her perfect smile, brushing back her golden hair as she responded, “Oh, no, it’s no problem. I was just gonna go since it was convenient. I can wait easily.” “Ok, good!” I said jovially, rising with Pauline to leave, and to my surprise she actually took my hand and led me out of the rest area and back to the car. You didn’t have to beg this girl to skip a bathroom break - that was for sure. We drove off and managed to make good time for another two hours, but by 3 pm I could no longer ignore the nagging of my bladder. “I need to make a pit stop,” I told Pauline, grasping my crotch for effect. “Sounds good. I could do with a bathroom break as well.” Pauline told me, though by looking at her she seemed as calm and composed as ever. Still, she’d been holding for 8 hours and had drunk an ungodly amount of liquid, and I saw her bladder bulging distinctly over her tight jeans shorts, so I knew she had some serious pressure built up. We entered the rest stop and immediately found the toilets. I hurried into the gents while Pauline calmly walked into the ladies. After my one minute piss, long by my standards, I exited and was surprised to see Pauline standing outside waiting for me, sipping from a bottle of fruit juice. “That was quick!” I mentioned as we got back into the car. “Oh, I didn’t get to go. There was only one toilet and it was out of order, so I just got my fruit juice instead.” Pauline hadn’t been to the bathroom for just over 8 hours now, so I asked, “Are you going to be ok waiting until the next rest stop?” She brushed away my concern instantly, “Oh, it’s not a problem. You really don’t have to look out for the next rest stop. I’ll just hold it.” I knew she’d told me not to keep my eyes peeled for the next rest area, and truth be told Pauline was still showing absolutely no signs of actually needing a loo, but nevertheless I craned my neck looking for signs for the next turn off from the highway for her sake. 15 minutes later it came and I pulled back off the highway. I was sure that Pauline would be appreciative, but instead she regarded me quizzically, “Why are we pulling over, baby? We just stopped!” “But…I thought…don’t you need to use the bathroom?” I stammered, unsure of myself. “I told you, I’m fine. Really it’s no problem for me to wait. Let’s just get back on the road and get to our motel,” she said definitively. I paused to make sure she was serious, but when she didn’t continue, I shrugged, pulled out of the rest area, and went back to the highway. I tried to speed along a little faster than I would normally drive, all the while Pauline was sipping at her fruit juice without a care in the world. Sometimes her legs were lightly, casually crossed, other times she was sitting with them apart. Never did she seem even the least bit distressed, even though it had been hours since she’d used a bathroom and she’d drunk a very large amount, even by her standards. As much as I enjoyed her filling up without letting go, I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable against her will or anything. By 6 pm we’d finally reached our motel, 11 hours since Pauline had felt any relief. I was confident she would sprint from the car to the room to use the toilet, but she followed me calmly to the front desk to check in, then entered the room after me and laid down on the bed, stretching her legs. I gave her a few minutes to change her mind, then rushed to use the bathroom myself when she didn’t. When I exited the bathroom, Pauline was half-nude, because she was changing into a tight, sleek black dress! “I thought maybe we could go somewhere nice for dinner,” she said as she pulled on the dress. I noticed that it was taking her a little longer than usual to slip it on, which was because it was having to slip over a very protruding bladder bulge. Pauline didn’t seem to realize this, however, as I contemplated the idea that she still wasn’t desperate to pee. We were ready to leave at 6:30, and Pauline still made no move to the bathroom. “Do you want to take a pee before we leave?” I asked. “Good thinking!” Pauline said enthusiastically, but then as she turned to walk to the bathroom, she paused, “But we’re already ready to go. No sense in holding us up any longer. I’ll just keep my pee inside for now.” “Are you sure?” I asked again, dumbfounded. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. I don’t have to go that badly. C’mon, let’s go get some food!” Pauline was resolute, so off we went. We found a nice little restaurant with an oceanside view and thankfully the service was quick. We had our food by 7. Pauline wasted no time working on her large Coke, despite a 12 hours full bladder that she was keeping contained. I looked under the table midway through our meal and saw that she hadn’t even crossed her legs yet. My girl had emptied her glass by 7:15 and requested a refill from our server, and I figured that would be the liquid that broke the camel bladder’s back. She couldn’t possibly get fuller, could she? We were done with our meals by quarter to 8, and Pauline’s refilled Coke had also been drained dry. We got up and I caught Pauline rubbing her abdomen, which was now bulging up to her belly button. “Oh man, that restroom is calling my name,” she said with a snicker, pointing to a sign for the ladies’ room of the restaurant, but my girlfriend made no move to follow to where it led. “Do you want me to wait here while you go?” I asked, but she replied, in typical Pauline fashion, “Oh no, I don’t want to try and find it in this busy place. I’ll just have to cork it up! It’s really no trouble. I’m good at that sort of thing.” ‘Good isn’t the half of it,’ I thought, but I just smiled and nodded, and we went on our way. We walked along as the sky darkened, seeing if anything interested us, but alas, most of the shops were beginning to wind down and close for the evening. Just as we were prepared to turn back Pauline spotted a movie theater. “How bout we catch a flick?” she suggested, and I agreed. By 8 we were in our seats, both clutching small popcorns and medium fountain drinks, and by 8:15 the movie had finally started. As Pauline sucked away on her beverage, I noticed with something like awe that she still wasn’t showing any signs of desperation. Her bladder was just bloating up under her dress, but she was paying it no mind at all, engrossed in the movie. However, I couldn’t say the same for my own bladder, which started nagging me as soon as I drained the last from my soda, so midway through the movie I motioned to Pauline that I was going to take a leak. She rolled her eyes at me playfully and whispered that I should go before I had an accident in that case. I went, of course Pauline did not do the same, and I returned to my girlfriend as calm as ever, just finishing the last of her fountain drink. The movie finished up by 10 and we left the theater. I pointed out the location of the restrooms to Pauline, but she waved her hand and said, “Oh, no sense going here. I can wait until we’re back at the motel.” I didn’t doubt it. We returned to our room by 10:30, but as soon as we entered I could tell something was amiss. Pauline walked calmly to the bathroom to finally relieve herself, then I heard a “What the hell?” come from her. I followed her in and saw that our toilet, pristine and functional only some hours before, was now overflowing with water. It didn’t appear particularly dirty, but it certainly wasn’t usable. While Pauline stood there in annoyance, I decided to try getting our room switched. But when I went to the front desk, the attendant told me there was nothing he could do. “Yeah, I know your toilet isn’t working. There isn’t one in any room that is. We had a main water line burst. It’s getting fixed in the morning, but it’s out of my hands for now. I can comp your room for the night if you’d like, but even if it was just yours, we’re booked solid for the night. I’d have nowhere to move you to.” I sighed and agreed to his offer of the free room, then went back to the room to tell Pauline the bad news. “We can go somewhere else and find a different room with the money,” I offered, but she regarded me like I was crazy. “No, no, let’s save the money. A free room and all I have to do is not pee? I’m in every time. That’s never a problem.” I thanked my lucky stars that I’d gone at the theater so that I could hold on, but I knew that Pauline had not been afforded that luxury. In fact, as the clock struck 11, she had been without a toilet for 16 hours, despite trying to go on many occasions. With this knowledge, I asked, “Are you sure? I know you haven’t gone all day, not since this morning before we left.” “I’ve got strong muscles down there. And I have a large bladder, so I might as well put it to good use, right? Waiting’s never been a problem for me.” Pauline was resolute, and still showing no signs of needing to take a pee besides her inflated bladder region, so I shrugged for what seemed like the hundredth time today, and together we settled down on the bed to go to sleep. We awoke together the next morning. Pauline got up and I saw just how large her bladder had become. It looked as if another liter had been added to its capacity over the night, such was its distension. Pauline walked sleepily to the bathroom, but exited a few seconds later. “I forgot it was still broken,” she said with a yawn. “You must need it badly by now. We can get a move on quickly and find somewhere for you to go!” I said, throwing off the sheets. “Oh, honey, I appreciate it. But you don’t have to do that. It’s not that pressing.” Pauline told me, which I could scarcely believe. I checked my watch – 8 am – which meant that poor Pauline had been holding in her pee in her rockhard bladder for 25 hours now! And still she was not begging for a toilet like any other girl, but insisting that she could wait longer still. I was in awe, but still made a point to get dressed with haste. Not that it mattered, of course, as Pauline lazily dressed in her rather daring bikini before throwing a top and some yoga shorts over it. We left the motel by 9 and headed down to the beach. As we spread out our towel on the sand, Pauline glimpsed the water and said, “My, that ocean’s looking miiighty tempting right about now,” rubbing her bulging abdomen as she spoke. For a moment it didn’t register to me, but then I understood. But Pauline couldn’t really be considering wetting in the ocean after waiting so long just to use a toilet, could she?? I reasoned with myself that a girl holding a 26 hour bladder would consider most anything to rid herself of such a vast, heavy amount of urine, but then Pauline caught my gaze and continued, “Gosh, I’m only kidding! Get a sense of humor. I only pee in toilets, you know.” “If you ever pee, that is,” I couldn’t help but add with a grin. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’m building up quite the gusher in here,” Pauline bragged, rubbing her distended bladder. With that, she stripped down to her skimpy green bikini and raced me to the ocean, moving pretty well for someone with a near watermelon-sized bladder. The two of us frolicked in the water until noon, and Pauline showed no added signs of the water making her want to pee. Her bladder was like a vault on lockdown. When we exited the water, it was time to get some food. Neither of us had eaten breakfast, so we were fairly starved. Clad in only our swimsuits, we entered the nearest restaurant and ordered our meals. Pauline ordered a large drink to go on top of her 29 hour bladder. I couldn’t help but comment, “Are you sure it’s smart to get that considering your…predicament?” Pauline raised her eyebrows briefly, then understood what I was getting at, “Oh, honey, it’s no predicament. Besides, I’ll just go after we finish eating.” Her calmness was mesmerizing to me, as my girlfriend continued showing no signs of desperation while sucking down her large drink, on top of everything else she’d already consumed as well. It was just before 1 when we finally finished our meal, and as she’d promised, Pauline left the table to find a bathroom. “Let’s hope they’ve got one!” she giggled. However, while we were engrossed in our meal, unbeknownst to us, swimmers from all parts of the beach had come in and filled up the restaurant. Pauline returned only a minute later, making her way through the crowded aisleway. “The line for the women’s room stretches nearly to the door. Looks like this girl’s gonna have to hold it.” she told me. “We can look for another restroom for you dear. I’m sure it won’t be too much trouble to find one.” I responded as I got up from my seat. “Are you kidding?? And waste time we could be spending on the beach?? No thanks. I’ll just put my waiting prowess to good use.” Pauline told me resolutely, and with that, we returned to the sandy shores. The two of us played in the waves for another few hours, and Pauline’s skimpy bikini bottoms rode up her ass so far that it was like she was wearing a tiny thong. Not that I minded, of course, and I made sure not to say anything to the seemingly oblivious Pauline. And that wasn’t the only thing she was oblivious of. With well over 30 hours since her bladder had been emptied, Pauline was still behaving normally with me, even moving normally, despite the large lump resting in her abdomen. At 4 pm, 33 hours into her hold, we returned to our towels to rest and relax a little, and maybe even catch a few rays. Pauline laid down flat on her back on her towel and I heard her groan softly. “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked with concern. “Oh, no reason to panic. I guess my bladder is so full that it stretches my skin pretty taut in this position.” My eyes widened as I saw just how full her bladder appeared when she was lying on her back. It was a gargantuan mound protruding up from her lower abs, and the roundness peaked nearly at her belly button and continued a full inch above her belly button. “Baby, we can find you a bathroom if it’s making you that uncomfortable.” I said. “Don’t worry, dear,” Pauline told me, “It’s just the nerves on my skin that were bugging me. My pee is contained without problem.” “How much longer can you keep it so?” I wondered out loud. “As long as I have to. I can wait until it is convenient to go.” She replied without fail. We laid in the sun for a full hour before deciding to head back to the boardwalk. Pauline pulled her yoga shorts back on over her bikini and found that they were unforgivingly tight around her bulbous bladder bulge. “Oh man! There’s some extra pressure I didn’t need!” she told me with a grin, while I marveled at the fact that she said this while still not even fidgeting. We walked around and looked in some shops, then Pauline started complaining of a thirst, so I filled that need for her by buying her an extra large lemonade from a nearby stand. “An extra large, how sweet! That bulge down there may disagree with me, but it’ll just have to stretch some more.” Pauline said when I handed the drink to her. “You’re not maxed out yet??” I asked incredulously. “Haha I’m getting there, that’s for sure. This lemonade will be speeding the process up a good deal! The next toilet I see better watch out!” Pauline replied. “Why’s that?” I asked, playing dumb. Pauline didn’t skip a beat, “Because the highly pressurized jet of piss I send into it, after this lemonade adds itself to the load I’m holding, may just crack the bowl in two!” “Is it really getting bad? You don’t show it at all.” I stated. “Well I’m certainly not holding a few drops! But I’m used to it, so it doesn’t bother me. Those daily Kegels come in handy at times like this.” Pauline told me. By 7 pm I was getting hungry, so I suggested finding a restaurant for dinner and Pauline agreed. Her lemonade was finished, and the bulge in her abdomen was now astonishing in its size. We picked out a sitdown burger joint and settled into our booth seating. Before she sat, Pauline grimaced, then pulled her yoga shorts down her legs and off completely. She sat clad in only her bikini as we ordered our food. I asked her why she removed the shorts, and she replied, “They were cutting into my bladder something fierce! That lemonade really bulged me out! A bathroom trip would feel sooo good right about now.” “Do you want to find a bathroom now?” I asked. “No, no, after we eat. I don’t want my food to get cold if they bring it while I’m wetting away. I’ve filled up so much that it’s gonna take a while to empty out!” Fifteen minutes later we had our jumbo burgers in front of us, and without thinking Pauline got a refill on her large iced tea during the meal. We finished our food by 8 pm, and after wiping her mouth Pauline told me, “Oh gosh, I really have to hit the restroom now! I shouldn’t have had that refill of tea!” I nodded, as after a mere 37 hours without a bathroom break it came as no surprise to me that Pauline needed to pee. She got out of her seat and left to find the bathroom while I sighed whistfully at how long she’d managed to contain herself for. Five minutes later Pauline was back, a frown on her face and her ever-present bladder bulge staring me right in the face at eye-level. “What’s wrong, dear?” I asked. “Some girl couldn’t handle her jalepeno burger apparently. She puked all over the women’s room, so it’s closed for cleaning.” Pauline told me, still frowning in annoyance. “What do you want to do?” I asked, thinking back to how many times I’d offered to find her a bathroom only to be refused. “Let’s just go walk outside some. I need a distraction.” Pauline said. Off we went, walking and talking and seeing the sights…well, as much as a couple could on the boardwalk after dark. I became so enthralled in our conversations that I completely forgot about Pauline’s need to urinate. Part of the reason for this was that Pauline was still not showing even the slightest sign that she was desperate for release. She walked normally, talked normally, and laughed normally, the only difference being that her lower belly was protruding ominously in front of her. Before we knew it, it was 10 pm and we had done a lap and returned to our motel room. When we reached our door, it hit me – we’d never gone back to the restaurant so that Pauline could have her pee. “I’m sorry, baby! We never did get you back to that bathroom in the restaurant, did we?” I apologized. Pauline brushed it off, “It’s alright, you distracted me quite nicely. But I’m afraid I really do have to pee once we get inside!” We entered and Pauline hurried to the bathroom at the far end of the motel room, then came out with a look of despair. “They haven’t fixed it yet!” she cried in dismay. “That’s terrible!” I answered. “Do you think we can go to another motel for the night, honey? I’m sorry, but I have to take a piss very urgently.” Pauline stood up straight and still as she said the words, amazingly enough after 39 hours of holding. “Of course, baby. Let me go inform the front desk. I’ll be right back!” I said as I walked out of our room. Ten minutes later I returned. The front desk associate had offered to comp our room for another night, and while I was sure Pauline would rather find a place to let go her pent up piss, I figured I’d inform her of the option. Her eyes went wide when I told her and she hemmed and hawed, but eventually she said, “I’ll do my best to get to sleep like this. If I can manage it, we’ll stay. A free room is a free room, after all.” I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard her decision, but it was her decision to make. We cozied up into bed together, with Pauline’s look of discomfort on her face the only sign (other than her bulging abdomen) that she had to pee. I didn’t think she’d fall asleep with such a load, but within fifteen minutes we were both snoring away. I woke up the next morning alone in the bed. Grabbing my watch as I wiped the bleariness from my eyes, I saw it was 7 am. I briefly wondered where Pauline had gone, speculating that perhaps she’d left early to find a working toilet somewhere, when out of the bathroom came my naked girlfriend. She waved at me, noticing that I was awake, then went about the task of putting on her bikini for the day, a little pink job even skimpier than yesterday’s. The back was more than a string, but barely. It cameltoed nicely on her front, and showed both cleavage and underboob on top. Pauline’s lower belly was even more massive than it had been the previous night, and I noted that it had now been a full 48 hours since she’d gotten to let any pee out at all. I couldn’t believe she was coping, and then I stared at her and noticed something. Pauline was getting dressed into her bikini with her back to me, but she was moving…differently, somehow. Not with her normal grace. Almost hurried. And she was taking longer than she should have to step into the bottoms because her legs were making unnecessary movements every so often. After so long with no signs, it took me a minute, but I realized that my girlfriend with the bladder of steel was finally fidgeting and pee dancing! 48 hours of holding, combined with an absurd amount of drinks, had grossly overfilled her bladder to the point that even my iron-bladdered girl was having trouble controlling it. “Are you alright, baby? You look like you need a washroom in the worst way.” I observed, hurrying out of bed to start getting dressed. “I need to piss like a racehorse!” Pauline replied, “I knew sleeping on a bladder that stuffed with piss was a bad idea. Look at me, I’m bloated as anything, and now I need to fidget around like a schoolgirl to keep things under control! It’s pitiful, really. I should be able to behave normally like I always do, but I’ve been controlling so well for so long that my muscles down there are weakening.” “What do you want to do?” I asked, “Most of the shops aren’t open yet, and our toilet is still busted.” “Let’s just go down to the beach. I can’t think straight with the toilet right in here, taunting me.” Pauline suggested. I threw on some swim trunks and a t-shirt and we were off, Pauline clad only in her pink micro bikini. Being away from the toilet seemed to work in the short-term for Pauline, as for an hour she returned to her normal, jovial self while we sat on the sand. But her bladder was too full of urine to be ignored for long, and her legs began to fidget as one hour turned to two. Soon she was shaking and wiggling her bum on the ground to keep control over her ponderously full bladder. Once the clock hit 9, an unbelievable 50 hours into her mammoth hold, Pauline looked at me with desperation in her eyes and asked, “Do you think anywhere will be open now? It’s becoming so hard to control!” “I’m not sure,” I answered truthfully, “But we can try if you’d like.” “Let’s wait another hour, then,” Pauline said, to my surprise, “If we get up and walk all that way and get denied, I don’t know if I can keep it all in!” I couldn’t believe the words coming from my strong-bladdered girlfriend, but it was clear that she was nearing her limit. Still, we did as she wanted and waited an extra hour, to 10 am. By now Pauline was wiggling all over the place and gripping her crotch with one hand, cupping the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms to her vagina. “Shall we go?” I asked with concern. “Yes,” Pauline nodded, “Let’s go before I explode!” We got up, Pauline fidgeting madly and continuing to hold herself, looking quite the sight in her skimpy attire. I made myself concentrate on the task at hand, finding her a bathroom, and we set off at a moderate pace, as that was as fast as Pauline could hobble while carrying such a weight of pee. We searched for an hour, but somehow every shop we encountered had either no bathrooms, or an occupied bathroom, and Pauline’s desperation was such that she wasn’t thinking straight. Rather than waiting for a stall to become available, she would have us go to the next location in hopes of an empty one. It was as if she couldn’t bear the thought of having to stand in one place for more than ten seconds, and as I looked at the gargantuan bulge she was sporting in her lower abdomen, I couldn’t say I blamed her. “What should we do??” Pauline asked me desperately. I said the first thing that popped into my head, “Let’s go back to the sand. It helped you regain some control once. Maybe it’ll work again.” Biting her lip, Pauline nodded and we walked slowly back onto the beach. Pauline rocked back and forth. She was sweating a great deal from the exertion it was taking to hold her flood at bay. My idea had perhaps prolonged her hold time a bit, but it had not had the same effect that it had had in the morning. Pauline was simply too full with piss. She was bursting, and it had to come out. “Baby! Baby! My control is slipping! What should I do?!?” my piss-filled girlfriend cried, clutching with both hands between her thighs. I had no idea. The nearest bathroom was much too far away, and Pauline didn’t look like she could even get up again without losing her load. “Just try to keep holding on,” I said, “Do everything you can to keep it in. You only pee in toilets, remember? You told me that yesterday.” It was a last ditch bid on my part, but perhaps being a bit strict and reminding her of how strong she was would help her stay in command of her shaking bladder. “Oh my God! Oh my God!.....” Pauline yelled as she fought for control, “…………You’re right. I pee when I want, and if there’s no toilet I’ll just hold it…….even if it….Oh God!....even if it takes all day…..” With newfound strength Pauline kept her personal ocean inside herself. Her dam was on the verge of cracking, but through sheer willpower Pauline prevented even the slightest leak from escaping her iron, hurting bladder. Before I knew it, it was 2 pm and Pauline was still holding all her pee inside her stretched urine tank. Despite this, we were both hungry, considering neither of us had eaten at all in the day, so I ran to the boardwalk and returned with some hot dogs, French fries, and sodas. I looked on in amazement as Pauline, 55 hours of pee contained within her, still chugged down her entire soda. “You’re trying to make me pop by getting me that soda, aren’t you?” Pauline managed to say playfully. I thought that would be the final straw for her bladder, but then Pauline found resolve I didn’t know was possible and said, “Come on, I’m tired of sitting all day. Let’s go into the ocean!” I got up and walked towards the water and with halting steps she followed me. One hand was permanently on her belly, but Pauline fought through wave after wave of urgency and bladder cramp after bladder cramp, determined to enjoy herself despite her painful need to pee. Her smile was incredibly forced, concentration etched into her features, and she wasn’t able to move all that much due to the size and capacity of her overstuffed bladder, but her control was still monumental enough to impress me to no end. After an hour, Pauline was struck by a wave of bladder pain so acute that it made her double over in agony. With tears in her eyes, she held on, breath whistling through her clenched teeth. I asked if she wanted to return to our towel and she looked up and nodded, incapable of talking without losing her load. When we reached it she was moaning from the enormous pangs of pee urgency she was having to fight off. “My….sphincter….so….tired….can’t….hold….it….” Pauline groaned once she was seated. “You can!” I tried to encourage her once more, “You can! There’s no toilet in sight. Your only option is to hold it in even longer. As long as it takes!” Again Pauline nodded, but she was at the end of her rope. 15 minutes later she told me, “I can feel…..my sphincter…..trying to let go…..to let it….all out. I’m clenching….as hard as I can…..and then clenching….even harder. But it’s too much!” She was twisted up like a pretzel trying to stay in command of her aching sphincter, both hands jammed furiously in her crotch. I knew she’d never make it to a bathroom dryly. “Give it everything you have! Don’t let the urge to pee overwhelm you! You only go in toilets! Fight it! Fight!” I encouraged her, not believing my advice would work but spouting it all the same. It was her only option, and we both knew it. Gritting her teeth, Pauline threw her head back in a yell and clamped down even tighter with her sphincter. Her peehole was quivering from the strain, her muscle control being tested to its max, but still Pauline stayed dry. “I won’t pee! I won’t pee!” she said with fury, more to herself than to me. Her pee dancing increased dramatically as the enormous bulge of piss pressed on her overworked sphincter. That one exhausted ring of muscle, trained for years, was all that was holding back an absolute flood of pent up piss. Finally, it gave out. At 4 pm, with a hurting, bulging, mammoth 57 hour bladder, Pauline could finally hold out no longer. Her pee dancing had been increasing in fervor for the last hour, but it still came as a surprise to me when my iron-bladdered girl gave a shriek and lost a spurt between her clenched thighs. “Oh my God! Only toilets! Only toilets!” Pauline cried in vain, but it was no use. Another spurt followed. Pauline clenched her thighs together even tighter. Another spurt, longer this time. Pauline yelled out and pressed her thighs together so tightly I thought for sure nothing could get out, not with that and her hands and her sphincter of steel all trying to hold back the flow. But finally the pressure overwhelmed even Pauline’s ridiculous levels of control, and her pee poured out of her like a waterfall. Her bikini was instantly soaked, the towel was instantly soaked, and most of the surrounding sand was soaked. Pauline kept holding herself, trying to regain control, but her pee continued to get the better of her overtaxed bladder. It flooded out for another 30 seconds, then stopped abruptly. I was confused. Pauline’s lower belly was still bulging mightily, and it was clear she was still totally bursting. But I looked at her and realized that she was now continuing to hold! My iron-willed girlfriend had refused to let herself completely burst and empty, even after so long without relief! With pain, sweat, and a hint of pride on her face, Pauline stood up straighter and said, “Let’s please go back to the motel room.” I nodded and quickly grabbed up our sodden things, all wet with 57 hour old piss. During our short walk back, I noticed that Pauline was still desperate to relieve herself. One hand was in her crotch at all times, but there was a look of determination on her face that told me she wanted to finish this bursting piss on a toilet. She pee danced hard while I opened the door to our room, but still she did not give in. Once in the room Pauline sprinted to the bathroom. She gave another shriek, but this time I could tell it was a shriek of delight. The toilet was finally fixed while we were away! I heard a quick rustling as Pauline removed her damp thong bottoms, then a plop as she sat herself down on the toilet seat, and then nothing but the sound of piss hitting the porcelain bowl with an intensity more than I thought was possible. The flood was finally coming out, unable to be held a moment longer, but Pauline made sure to get as much of her flood as she could into a toilet, and that was as commendable as anything. Her crazy stream went on and on for minutes on end, barely drowning out her high-pitched sighs of relief. Just when I began to suspect that perhaps she’d actually started to run the tap for a bath, the stream went to a trickle, then stopped completely. Pauline, my girlfriend who never had to pee, was finally empty once again. She came out of the bathroom and started to apologize profusely, “Baby, I’m so sorry. Normally that’s not a problem for me, but it had been so long! I just needed it so bad! I couldn’t even think straight I needed it so bad!” “It’s ok, baby. You held it as long as you could.” I told her, giving her a hug. Pauline sighed a little and slumped her shoulders, “I know. That’s the problem. I held as long as I could and it still wasn’t long enough. I’ll just have to keep working at it. I don’t want to ever not be in control of myself like that when I really need to be.” She thought about it, then looked up, “Alright, I guess I’ll start my training now. Might as well, right? No peeing til tomorrow for me! And lots of Kegels!” I was in shock, “But baby, you just held so much, liters I’m sure! Your bladder is all stretched out, your sphincter is tired, and your kidneys are going to refill your bladder within an hour or two. Are you sure you can handle that??” Pauline smiled at me and replied curtly, “Oh, I’m sure.” For the rest of our week at the beach, Pauline never peed more than once a day. She didn’t have another hold of such crazy magnitude, but I was sure that day would come, sooner or later, and Pauline, ever prideful, would do her best to behave normally through it all, even with a bladder full past bursting and a sphincter quivering right on the edge of release.
  20. **Anyone remember Castle? Ended a few years ago. Here's a little fan story since I can't seem to find more that take place in this universe and with Kate Beckett.** Captain Kate Beckett of the NYPD woke up that morning with her husband, Rick Castle next to her. Both naked as they kissed. She got up and waved her beautiful brown hair around, and then walked off to the bathroom. She watched Castle as she knew he admired her thin, tan body. Today was her day off and nothing would ruin it. She and her husband would spend the day together. As she brushed her teeth her cell phone started to buzz. She picked it up and answered. “This is Beckett.” “Beckett, hey,” it was Esposito. “Look Cap, I know it’s your day off, but we got a situation.” “Esposito, honestly Castle and I solve every case with you guys down there every week. You’re a Lieutenant now. You can handle it. Get Ryan to help you.” “That’s just the thing. Ryan is in trouble!” Beckett dropped her toothbrush. In this type of job, she knew there were risks and dangers. She had seen cops die on the job. But Ryan was one of her friends as well. She was worried. “What happened to Ryan?” “He was undercover in that drug cartel.” “Esposito, you were supposed to be the one to go undercover! Ryan’s not even Hispanic-looking.” “That might be why they checked him extra hard and found the mic we put under his tongue. The cartel called us and said they want every piece of evidence we got on them, or else Ryan gets it.” Beckett rubbed her hand down her face. So much for a day off. “Give me twenty minutes. I’ll be down at the station. Have everything circumstantial copied on paper as evidence and in boxes in case this comes down to more.” She ran into the bedroom as she slipped her panties and bra on. Both brown and delicious. “Castle we-.” She stopped stunned as her husband laid in a Greek-art like position and winked at her with breakfast on a plate in front of his crotch. “Babe, maybe later. Ryan’s in trouble.” “I swear, seriously?” Castle said as he got up. “They can’t solve one case on their own?” “Exactly!” Beckett agreed. Castle used the bathroom as Beckett got dressed. She slipped on tight blue jeans, black boots with heels, a black t-shirt, and dark leather jacket over it. They head out…and Beckett did NOT release her morning pee. By the time they got to the station Beckett felt a cramp in her lower belly. “Crap!” she said. Her morning pee still filled most of her bladder. She felt that warm discomfort that pushed against her waist. “Beckett!” Esposito said as he ran over. He handed her a file. “Here’s everything in summary uniforms picked up at the warehouse they’re holding Ryan at.” Beckett studied the summary as her legs closed together tight and one foot on its toes. Her butt cheeks made a nice shape in those jeans as one could tell the movements from holding. “Let’s head out. Call SWAT to meet us there and take cover.” “Got it!” Esposito said. He went off. Beckett turned to Castle. “Ok, babe, I need to take a quick bathroom break before we go or I’m going to burst on the job. Wait for me.” She gave him a kiss and ran to the lady’s room. She saw the closed door that covered multiple stalls and toilets behind it to give her relief. She smiled from the joy of that knowledge but as she pushed the door it would not budge. “What the?” She gave a harder push, but nothing happened. She inhaled and puffed her facial cheeks out as the strain pushed on her bladder and made it more likely to leak into her pants. Little did Beckett know there were two cops in there smoking some of the devil’s lettuce. She knocked on the door and bounced in place. “Excuse me, is anyone in there?” “Beckett, time to go!” Castle yelled. She moaned. “Ohhh!” She followed Castle out the door. They stopped at the warehouse which was on a harbor near the lake. Everyone got out and Esposito set up the SWAT team behind cargo boxes and told them to await orders from the Cap. Beckett meanwhile could barely get out of the car. Her bladder had held in a night’s worth of pee, so the muscles around it were tired and sore. She held her belly and took a deep breath as she struggled to balance herself up. The pain was pulse after pulse that ruptured her whole stomach in a boiling sensation. Not to mention the anxiety she felt of having an accident in front of her husband, friends, and every cop she was the boss off. “Beckett, you okay?” Castle asked. She did not want to hear any smartass jokes about her need to pee. Even though she REALLY had to. “I’m…urr…I’m fine.” Her voice was breathless. “Let’s get to work.” Esposito had his tech girl hack into the security cameras of the warehouse. They had full footage of everything inside. And everyone. “My boy Ryan!” Esposito said worried. Detective Ryan was strapped to a chair and clearly beaten up. Blood fell from his nose. They heard him say, “You cartel clowns can do what you want.” He spat blood at them. “I don’t even have a wife or kids anymore. You might as well pop me.” Beckett covered her mouth. Poor Ryan. Then without thinking, her muscles clenched as a warm drop of pee started to break through. Bekett HAD to get this job done, or she would have a humiliating accident in front of everyone. Her tight jean legs crossed over each other. Her arms crossed over her torso and she bit her lip as she bounced a little. “Cap, what should we do?” Esposito asked. Beckett felt like there was so much pee that built up inside of her weakened body that her ears were clogged. She could barely concentrate on Esposito’s words as the pulses in her bladder became faster and harder. “Captain!” Esposito said. “Um,” Beckett said. “Let’s um…move the SWAT in separate small teams and place at each of the three exits of the warehouse. I want uniforms armed with rifles behind those cargo boxes there since they are far enough to be protected if something goes down. Then-.” Beckett stopped. She tried to clench every muscle together to fight against the extreme urge that was overcoming her. Who was she kidding? Beckett was fighting a losing battle. Sweat formed on the poor police captain’s forehead from the pain and nerves. “Beckett?” Castle asked. “Is that all? We have to hurry?” “I set everyone up as you asked,” Esposito said. “But we can’t just barge in there.” Beckett could barely think. But the noticed something on the surveillance footage. A BATHROOM! Opened with a complete toilet and everything. Becket could feel her belly had become expanded over her waist at the bottom of her shirt. She said, “I’m going to go inside and cause a distraction. I’ll be fine, I’ve been through worse. When you see my hands go up, that’s my signal to send everyone in. Ok?” “Got it!” Esposito said. Beckett felt herself pulled back by Castle. He said, “Kate, you can’t do this! There’s four armed guys in there, they’ll kill you!” Beckett gave him a big kiss on the lips, and little Richard below stood up to salute Captain Becket. “I’ll be fine babe.” She ran off…with her legs turned inwards at the knees and stumbled side to side to keep her pee in. Beckett made her way in, and saw it. THE BATHROOM. She almost cried at the sight of her relief. She did not care if the others saw her go in on the footage, they’ll just think she’s hiding. She walked over to the toilet careful, but her desperation grew as she felt like she would pop at any second. “Stop right there!” a cartel member said. Beckett turned and saw the gun pointed at her. “You’re coming with me.” He pulled her over to where Ryan was and they tied her up on a chair. Then, Beckett noticed a broken pipe nearby that leaked into a puddle on the ground. She saw and heard every drop which added on to an already desperate situation. “Oh,” she moaned. More drops. Her teeth jittered and her body shook. Her body fluids flowed through her and in her bladder as they expanded it so much her pants button almost came off. Her moans were strained and high-pitched. “What’s going on with you?” a cartel member asked. Beckett could not hear or see straight her pain was so bad. Her fear of wetting herself in front of everyone. Everything she worked so hard for years to build her reputation, it could be destroyed in a single wetting. Her legs crossed and motioned up and down in the air as her feet no longer touched the ground. NO. This could NOT happen to her. She felt the pee close to breaking through. She tightened her crossed legs as much as she could. Tears fell from her eyes. “Beckett what’s wrong?” Ryan asked. SHE HAD TO PEE SO BAD!!!!!!! Her brown panties tightened across her enlarged crotch and swollen bladder. She felt a bad wedgie as the back of her panties went up her butt. This can’t be happening. She thought. Gonna…gonnnnnna…burst! “Hey everyone!” yelled Castle who ran in the room holding a copy of his new book. “Anyone want an autograph. He opened the book and a small explosion shot out and suddenly the room filled with white smoke. “EVERYONE GET DOWN!” the SWAT and police yelled. They ran in and took three of the four cartel members down in cuffs fast. One of them ran. Beckett saw him running by, so she pushed her weight over and knocked herself tied to the chair onto the ground. The cartel member tripped over her and fell. “Yes!” Beckett said. The smoke started to clear, and like destiny she was in perfect view of the toilet. “Finally.” But then Castle, who for some reason felt the need to always play hero jumped on the tripped cartel member. From that the cartel member accidentally shot off his gun and the bullets hit the sink and toilet and caused them to crack and break into pieces completely. “DAMN IT!” Beckett yelled. She kicked her feet back in despair and turned red as she fought off the almost release. There it was. Her chance at relief destroyed. “What am I gonna do now?!??!” she cried, worried. Her legs crossed hard and pulled up to her chest. Her cops cut her loose. She got up and knew then and there she did not have much time left. Her bladder was giving out. She clenched her legs in place as a spurt escaped. Her hands went to her crotch as she ran out. Maybe there was a porta potty nearby. She saw construction crews before. She felt like the pee filled her whole body and was pushing out of all parts, but mostly at her belly. "I'm about to pee my pants!" Back in the warehouse, Castle picked up a bazooka. Property of the cartel. “Awesome!” he said. He did not mean to push anything, he was just looking…but… Beckett saw it, a porta potty. It was even opened to show no occupant inside. She ran past the media that showed up and were with her cops, but then as her joy peaked, something flew by her face and brushed her hair over it. BOOOOOMM!!!! The porta potty had exploded. Beckeet looked behind her and saw Esposito take the bazooka from Castle. She turned back and tears fell from her eyes and her dropped jaw trembled. But the explosion also jolted her body with fear and caused loss of control. Media surrounded the Police Captain for a word, her fellow cops as well. But then, “No, no, no, NOOOO!” As tight as she held her crotch and kept her legs closed, it was no use. Just like the porta potty and warehouse toilet, Beckett’s bladder blew up and shattered inside and released a long, boiling, stream of pee out of her body and into her pants. She remained trying to hold back with one hand at the crotch, but her jeans became damper and darken. Her other hand covered her mouth as she cried huge tears from embarrassment and turned bright red. It was only a short time before the peeing flooded her panties and released down into her jeans more and more. Pee came from the bottom of her pants and leaked all over her boots, and formed a large yellow puddle around her as the news media took pictures and recorded it on video. Beckett went to the bathroom in her pants. The whole city would see this later! It would be all over online. Her reputation was dead. She felt so uncomfortable as her hand was drenched and her jeans almost entirely dark. She gagged as her stomach pumped the rest out into her clothes unlike any adult at all. Her belly and bladder (what was left of them) were relieved, but she could not enjoy as she was was humiliated. Beckett cried, “I…. I…AHH!” She covered her face with her hands and ran from the area. Angry and red that this happened. “Hmm,” Castle said. “I should use this in a novel.” THE END.
  21. It was going to be a close run thing, and she knew it. Abby had double booked herself. It was her best friend Mike's 18th birthday, and they had been planning a night out for so long. It had been the topic of conversation since they were about 14, their first, legal night out. Problem was, she had also agreed to go on a team building session with work, and it had happened to fall on the same day. The session was a boozy lunch, followed by the normal team building activities. The problem was it was in Warrington, which was a 90 minute coach journey away. The return coach was scheduled to leave at 5:30, arriving back at 7, and she'd arranged to meet in a local Wetherspoons at 7:30. The team building had actually been a really good day. She worked as an accountants PA, so itt was a very male orientated job. Infact there were only 3 women on the trip. Sue, who was the boss, and a very formidable woman. You would certainly not cross her, and Katerina, a Hungarian graduate, who's English was tenuous at best. As an 18 year old trainee Abby had felt quite vulnerable on a coach with 19 men, but it had been fine, she'd received a lot of attention and been made to feel very welcome. She'd had 2 glasses of wine at lunch, and she really wasn't used to drinking. She felt OK though, as she'd drank about 2 pints of water in the afternoon whilst outside doing the physical tasks; she did, however, groaned a little at the suggestion to go to a local pub before the bus came. She really wasn't used to drinking and with a night out tonight planned more alcohol was not what she needed. Nevertheless, Andy was buying a round so she joined in. As soon as they got into the pub Abby made her excuses and dashed to the little girls room, It was only when she sat and released her pent up urine she realised how badly she'd had to go, it felt glorious, and she peed and peed and peed for ages. As she re-entered the bar she was greeted by Andy, who proudly handed her a pint of lager. "A pint" she gasped, "Of course" replied Andy, "You're one of the boys now". Abby groaned inwardly at this, a pint of lager was the last thing she would have chosen, but, she was happy to be included so she accepted and gulped it down. Just as she was finishing this one, the regional manager Steve approached with another. "I'm really pleased you've settled in so well Abby" he said, "Its a pleasure to have some women on these trips, they're always so testosterone fueled. She settled back and had a bit of a chat, getting on the good side of the management was going to be a great move. With about half a pint left, the coach pulled up outside. Sue made a beeline for the ladies, and Abby made to follow her, but John grabbed her arm. "Come on Abs, coach is here" he said, "lets get to the back like the cool kids". Abby thought about protesting, but she didn't really need to go, she'd only just been, it was only precautionary, and a 90 minute journey was absolutely nothing. She'd be fine she told herself, chugging down the end of her beer, and following on. Half an hour later, and Abby was starting to worry that she'd made a mistake. Her bladder was making itself known BIG TIME. Had she still been in the pub she'd be heading for the ladies, but she wasn't, and while she wasn't bursting yet, she was really concerned with how quickly her need had developed over the past 30 minutes. None of the guys seemed to notice though, and she was still involved in the conversation, so it wasn't an issue, she tried to tell herself. Another half an hour passed, but, as she feared, her need was building with each passing minute, and she was now bursting to go. Really bursting. She'd gone really quiet, and was pressing her legs together tightly. Her mind was racing. She needed to go so badly, but there was nowhere she could go. A glance at her watch told her there was still half an hour to go, and that was going to be torture. She'd be fine if her need didn't increase, but she knew it was going to. It was the lager, she thought, why had she downed 2 full pints, why didn't she have her precautionary wee before she left. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. She was snapped out of her silent turmoil by John, "Are you OK Abby?" he asked "You've gone very quiet all of a sudden". "Ooh, ah, erm, yeah" stammered Abby, "I'm just, erm, tired, that's all" she added. "It has been a long day" said John, "Drink in the afternoon always does that to me, could be worse though, I'm busting for a piss" he added smiling, trying to make her feel better. It didn't though, if anything she felt worse, she couldn't admit her need to a group of male work colleagues, she just couldn't, but now he was going to be open about his. Ten minutes later, and her need had risen to almost new heights, she was at the stage now where she'd be dropping whatever she was doing and running to the ladies room wherever she was, she was absolutely bursting, verging on desperate, and for the first time was seriously beginning to doubt whether she would be able to wait. as she tried to think this through, she noticed to her horror, the coach was slowing to a stop. The tannoy system crackled into life. "OK gents" started the driver, we've hit a bit of a delay, there's been an accident, shouldn't take too long to get through though, bear with me and I'll have you home as quick as I can. An audible groan went up, as the coach ground to a halt. The news was a disaster for Abby, who had been conting down the seconds towards their 7 o'clock arrival, that seemed nigh on impossible, but to add a delay to that was terrifying. They sat still for 5 minutes, before Andy stood up, "its no good" he declared, I absolutely have to piss, I literally can't hold it, and he dashed off the the front. "Me too" chimed Colin, "oh fuck, I'm glad you said that" added Steve, "my eyes are floating", in total 6 guys dashed to the front and started arguing with the driver. Abby's mind was whirring, would he stop for them, there must be a services close by, oh god, a toilet would be luxury, thank god for John she thought, The driver will have to stop for us now. As she convinced herself that a toilet was imminent, she was absolutely horrified to see the doors open, and the 6 lads jump off. She watched in horror as they dashed to the hard shoulder. John was unzipping his fly as he ran, and one by one they pulled out their willies and let rip, 6 furious desperate gushers. Abby almost started to cry. How she longed to join them, but there was nowhere for a desperate girl to squat. Without thinking she pressed a hand between her legs, something she'd only ever done when absolutley frantic. She was approaching crisis point, if all the boys were weeing here did that mean they wouldn't stop at a toilet? The thought was almost too much to bear, Oh God she needed to go, she found herself actually contemplating popping a squat. There was no shame, all the boys had been, and she'd drunk just as much as them, could she ask them to stand guard. God the thought was horrifying, no, she couldn't do it, she had to wait, she hoped the other girls would need to go too, Suddenly, out of nowhere, Katerina stood up. "OH NO" she shouted "Me go too, me pee pee now, oh no, oh no" Abby watched aghast, surely not, she couln't be, girls didn't wee in public. Katerina dashed down the aisle though frantically unbuckling her belt. "I sorry, I sorry" she gasped. Sue stood up too. Katerina, get back in here at once" she commanded, but poor Katerina looked like she'd gone beyond the point of no return, she pulled down her jeans as she clambered off the bus, and immediately dropped to her haunches, letting out the most unbelievable blast of pee. Her legs were shaking as her eyes rolled back into her head. Abby looked out of the window, she could see everything. Katerina had literally no privacy, her most intimate parts on display to a busy motorway full of people. Horns started to blast, and abby could clearly see the middle aged man in the old VW beetle next to her filming on his phone, the lads from the bus all headed back, and also started to jeer her, but her stream blasted on and on. The poor girl must've been beside herself. Abby had never peed in public before. Girls just didn't do that, whatever happened she had to hold on until she was in a proper toilet. She was very very desperate now though, so there could be no pretense, she had to make the bus stop at the next available ladies room! All the boys made their way back to their seats as Katrina sheepishly boarded the coach, there was a quite obvious wet patch between her legs where she had obviously started to wet herself. She was greeted at the door by Sue, with a face like thunder. "What the fuck was that" she boomed "You can't just drop your knickers and piss in the street, you're representing the company, its an absolute disgrace. "I sorry" gasped Katarina, tears flowing down her face "I needed peepee, I no wait" "You're a 32 year old women" scalded Sue, "not a 12 year old boy, women don't just piss in public, they hold it until they reach a proper facility." "I know" said Katarina, "but I needed so bad, I no wait any more". "Its just not good enough Katarina, you will get an official warning for this" . "But, boys they pee pee" said Katarina, trying to argue; Sue shot her down "Don't you dare take that tone with me, we all know its diffierent men, women must hold. I didn't need to drop my knickers on a crowded motorway, young Abby there has managed to sit quietly without flashing herself to the world, neither of us have started to piss in their knickers, just sit down and have a long hard think about what you've just done". As Katarina sat down, Abby felt she was reaching the end of her tether. She was absolutely desperate to make the coach stop, and almost didnt care where, she was at the point where a ladies room would be a luxury, anywhere but in her pants would do. She longed to run down the coach tell Sue of her need, but she had been horrified by the way she'd reacted to poor Katerina. She had been screeched at and was facing a disciplinary, but oh god, what Abby would do to swap places with her now and have an empty bladder. Instead it felt like there was an entire reservoir between her hips, and it was all pressing against her tiny little wee hole, screaming to get out. It was only 5 minutes until the bus was on its way again, but it could have been 5 hours. Her whole world was centered between her legs, and the incredible fight her tortured young vagina was fighting. The tannoy system crackled into life again. "Traffic has cleared folks, we'll be back home in about 15 minutes" said the driver cheerily. "Christ Abs" said John, breaking her out of her internal termoil for a second, "I'll tell you what I was desperate back there, I don't know what I'd have done if the driver didn't let us off, theres no way I'd have been able to hold on another 15 minutes, I'd have had to have let go on the coach. I swear to god, I'd have pissed my pants for sure. Do you not need to go too? you drank the same as us, you were guzzling down that water earlier." Abby's mind was racing. He'd caught her on the hop, she couldn't just come out with it and tell him, however much her body was screaming at her to admit her need, to tell everyone she was more desperate than she'd been in her entire life, to make the bus stop, and to wee and wee and wee, but she had to stay professional. "erm, well, yes actually" she replied, blushing beet red, "I'm afraid I'll have to make a dash for the little girls room when we get back, I'll be OK though" her body was sending out urgent distress signals like it couldn't believe what she had said. She wouldn't be alright, hell she wasn't alright now, she was absolutely desperate. Easily as desperate as she'd ever been in her entire life, with no way of finding relief for 15 minutes, and putting on a pretense that she didn't need to go badly at all. John, now freshly relieved, wouldn't leave her alone though, "wow, you're a better person than me then, they say you girls are made of strong stuff, honestly, I thought I was going to wet myself. Oh the relief when I could let it out, God it felt amazing." Abby's bottom lip started to tremble as she fought back tears, how she longed for that feeling. "I tell you what though, what about Katerina, can you believe that, I've never seen anything like it, just knickers down, arse out, pissing away in public, the dirty bitch." "Nice bush though" chirped Colin, who'd also found relief, "I got a sneaky pic, I'll be sticking that online later on, If she's gonna get her gash out in public, shes gonna get it shown off." "she must've have been bursting" added Steve, did you see the size of the wet patch, she'd actually started to piss herself." "She probably got off on it, the dirty cow, "I've heard those foreigners are into that sort of thing", added another man. Abby could barely believe what she was hearing. What she thought were a lovely group of lads were disgusting, middle aged perverts. If they talked like that about a middle aged woman with a hairy bush, how would they react to her tender, perfectly shaved slit. There was absolutely no way she could allow them that satisfaction, she had to hold on, she just HAD to. Another 5 minutes passed by agonisingly slowly, and poor Abby was frantic now, absolutely beside herself, she was now not only as desperate as she had ever been, but also, more desperate than she had ever imagined possible, She'd been trying to press between her legs for the past few minutes, but John kept looking over. Each wave seemed to be more intense than the last and her vision was starting to blur. She had to do something to help her tiring muscles, so she tried to bring up her foot onto the chair, as she lifted her bum off the seat all of the urine seemed to pour to her entrance, a strong burning sensation spread through her abdomen, and hssssssssss, she couldn't stop it, just for a split second, a tiny spurt had escaped, she was powerless to resist, she'd actually started to wet herself. "MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, "OH NO", as she slammed her foot beneath her, and dropped her tender, fleshy labia down hard onto the heel. "AAAAHHHHHHH" she gasped, as her tortured private parts finally had some help, and it brought her back from the brink. Only at that point did she notice John staring. "Are you OK Abby?" he asked, "what's up?", "Oh, err, well, nothing really" she stammered as another urged pulsed over her, and she ground her frantic pussy into her heel, "Its OK" said John, perfectly aware what the issue was, "you'll make it, just hang on." At that point, her phone started to ring, she looked down to see 'Mike Calling'. It was 7:20, she was supposed to be meeting them in ten minutes, she'd completely forgotten. She was barely capable of logical thought any more. All she could think about was keeping her knickers dry. She answered the phone. "ABBY BABES, HIYA" beamed Mike, obviously delighted to talk to his friend, "WHERE ARE YOU?" "Erm, still on the bus" stammered Abby, trying to sound normal. "Still?" enquired Mike, well I hope you'e coming straight here, it ain't my birthday without you here." YES, that was it, thought Abby, Wetherspoons was this side of town, she was only 2 minutes away, if she could get dropped off there she'd be in the toilet within 3 minutes, Oh my god, she was going to make it. "yes Mike" she shouted a little too loudly, "I'll get dropped there" "OH YAY" shouted Mike, as he started to ramble, "Mike" gasped Abby, "Mike please" trying to calm him down, "there isn't a queue is there?" "What?" replied Mike, "A queue to get in" she replied, she knew it got busy on a Friday night, "Mike, theres no way I can stand in a queue" The thought of it sent a shiver through her, she'd pee her pants for sure. "Mike please, its really important, did you queue to get in." "No babe, No queue, why?" doesn't matter" she replied "see you soon". She hung up the phone with a new optimism, and scanned out of the window, they were nearly there, but she was at the back of the bus, she had to make the driver stop, it'd all happened so soon. she whipped her foot from underneath her and stood up. Her bladder protested as it was shaken and pressed, another desperate, burning urge overtook her, and she pressed her hand hard into her crotch, she started down the aisle, but after about 5 steps, she had to stop and break into a full pee dance."OH NO, OH No" she moaned as she pressed both hands into her crotch and bent double "oh god oh god oh god," she staggered down the coach, ignoring the jeers of the other passengers. "WHAT ON EARTH" shouted Sue, but as she approached the driver, literally she didn't have a second to spare. "Please stop the bus" she gasped. "Not yet love" replied the driver, "it'll only be 5 minutes." "PLEASE" she shouted, "I need to get off here" Her body was shaking as the thought of denial tormented her, "I'm meeting friends in Wetherspoons", "I can't I'm af....." the driver started to talk, as Abby's bladder pulsed again, another split second burst blasted into her knickers. "PLEASE" she sobbed, talking over him, barely stopping for air, "PLEASE STOP, I mean pleasee, erm, please" It was no good she was going to have to beg. A single tear rolled down her cheek, "Please, if you don't stop now I am going to wee myself, its coming out, please, please have mercy, i have about 30 seconds and its over, I need a wee, I need a wee, oh god please, please, just let me go to the toilet, please just stop the bus, don't make me wet myself, Arrgh, it hurts, I'm absolutely desperate, you don't understand, you have to stop the bus now" "OK, OK, for fuck's sake, girls on these trips are a fucking nightmare, just hold it for 30 seconds while I park up. "Ohmygodyes" she blurted out, "Thankyou thankyou thankyou." she was almost climbing the walls clawing at the door when he finally pulled over, with her right hand actually inside her knickers pressing as hard as she could directly onto her bursting peehole. She staggered off the coach barely aware if she was weeing or not. She was in a blind panic, her bladder screamed at her, it NEEDED to be emptied, her pussy burned and throbbed and pulsed, her legs were shaking as she tried frantically to keep control. Desperately she turned and headed towards Wetherspoons. She could barely walk, it was more of a desperate waddle, keeping her thighs pressed firmly together. She wanted so badly just to drop everything and run, but there was no way her bladder could take it. "Come on, come on," she whimpered to herself, willing herself on, she had to hold on, she had to, girls always found that bit of extra strength. "just a few more seconds, hold it, you can do it." she was willing herself on, silently praying to God, Allah, Buddah, anyone or anything, just to keep her peehole squeezed shut for just a few more seconds. She staggered round the corner and there it was, Wetherspoons, and Mike was right, there was no queue. "Oh thank fuck" she gasped, "Come on Abby" Her bladder thrashed and screamed, almost as if it knew relief was close, "please, please, please", she took her hand away from her vagina as she approached the pub, in an attempt to look normal. The loos were just inside the door, she was going to be OK she thought as she waddled through the doors, when a bouncer stepped infront of her, blocking her path. "ID please love". "WHAT! NO!" She gasped, this couldn't be happening, she was literally seconds away from pissing herself, "Oh god, no" she gasped again. "Excuse me?" asked the bouncer. "Oh shit, please" there was no pretense any more, "Please, please, please, just let me in, I have ID but I'm literally desperate for the toilet, I've been on a coach for so long and it was stuck in traffic and loads of people got to wee, but I didn't, and I'm bursting, Plleeeeeease" "That's very interesting, Love." he said very condescendingly, "But I have to insist on your ID, just doing my job, its illegal to let you in if you look under 25 and I haven't checked" Her mind raced, and her bladder screamed. "Please" she said as she pressed her hand back into her crotch, "Please" she couldn't even think straight, her legs were shaking, her need seemed to be rising as her bladder fought to void itself, her tight little vagina was clenched, but it was hurting so badly. "Look, you're not getting in without ID, so if you have ID you need to get it now, and if you don't then you need to move on. I've seen it a thousand times before love, I'm not falling for your pathetic fake pee dance" The telling off was like a punch in the gut. there was no way she could take her hands away now, her legs were shaking, her whole body was convulsing, her pussy throbbed and burned. She opened her mouth to try and talk, but instead just burst into tears. She was hysterical."pleaseI'mnotlyingpleasehelpweeIneedohgodpleasenopee" her words garbled into one, tears rolled down her cheeks, her body became more and more frantic, then, without warning, pssssssssssss, she lost it, her little peehole gave up, just for a few seconds as her pee blasted into her knickers, her eyes shot wide open as she froze in place "no no no no no no no NO!" "Oh fuck no, oh god, its coming out!", Her eyes bulged wide, staring at the man, silently begging him for mercy, tears flowed down her cheeks, she was shaking as she pressed her hand harder into her pussy. her jeans felt really wet, and her whole abdomen now ached, she couldn't take it, pssssssss, another furious blast escaped her, this time worse than before, it was a full 7 seconds of hissing, thrashing red hot girl pee flooding her knickers. the wet spot spread now, and started to run down her legs. "I can't help it she cried, please, oh fuck no, please I'm peeing myself" "Christ Dan, she's pissing her pants" said the other bouncer, he looked down and saw the wet patch spreading and spreading, "Shit, you really do need to go don't you?" asked the bouncer, "Go on love, you better run in before you make a mess" "I-I can't" she stammered, It was too late, she was frozen to the spot, the pain too intense to move, it was over, the worst pang of pain she'd ever felt shot through her most intimate parts and then she closed her eyes, it wasn't worth fighting it any more, a warmth spread accross her abdomen as piss furiously gushed into her knickers, it was forcing its way out, thrashing down her legs pouring into her shoes, she was completley out of control. The pain slowly started to subside, as what felt like litre after litre of furious, gushing, hissing, red hot pee thrashed into her knickers. She felt herself going weak at the knees as her head spun, she was mortified, absolutely devastated, she couldn't believe what had happened, but at the same time, it felt so, so good for the pain to be over, her whole body awash with sensations of pleasure, as the seering hot liquid massaged her now super horny, and very releived girlhood. On and on the flood went as she stopped fighting and just let it happen. After about a minute her stream dwindled, and she clenched herself shut again, becoming painfully aware of her surroundings. Her cheeks blushed cherry red, in a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation and arousal. "Oh my god, that dirty bitch just, like, totally pissed herself" said a voice behind her, "Can you believe it, she must've been bursting" added another, "Bursting?" questioned a third voice, "a grown woman just pissed herself, you can't be that bursting, you can always hold on if you try, she must've got off on it, what a vile creature" Tears flowed down her face, as she ran back home, humiliated beyond belief. When she got home she thought about what had happened, and although she was devastated, she was pleased she'd avoided wetting herself on the bus, as she got in the shower, she fingered herself to one of the biggest orgasms of her life.. She felt so dirty, and it felt wrong, but at the same time the relief and the warmth had felt so so good. As she calmed down, she saw a text from Mike. "Where are you babe? Are you coming?" she giggled to herself, "like you wouldn't believe, Mike, but I'll never be going to Wetherspoons again!"
  22. This is going to be an ongoing story, I don't know how common the chapters are going to be, but if you enjoyed if, please feel free to comment compliments, critiques or suggestions about the story. The arc is still up in the air so I would love to hear some thoughts on how the story should go with the characters. Chapter 1: Katie Lewis-Daniels adjusted the tight white blouse that had been trapping her for the last few hours. Never-ending discomfort was the name of her life, sitting on a stiff office chair, feeling her tights that she was wearing under her mini-dress were grinding upwards. If only she could simply stand and leave the dreadful square of space that was her cubicle, but she had not reason to. If she was not working, she was not earning credits, and lord knew, Katie Lewis-Daniels needed credits. The woman frivilously typed into the large, multi-faceted computer that stood at her desk. Her thighs were agnoizingly sore, a product of sitting at the chair for nearly ten hours at this point. Her company, a far-too-large financial law-firm always had paperwork that needed to be done, typed up, and sent to another place so they can give it to a secretary to pain-stakingly do. Any time she would near the end of her pile, her section leader, a handsome, but devilish man named Mr. Brooks would walk over, attempt a few words of small-talk with the woman and then hand her another pile of manila folders. Only when Mr. Brooks back was turnt did she collapse onto the folders, throwing a sort of fit. Never-ending, Katie couldn't even remember the last time she participated in work, or sleep. Anything else seemed pointless and unnecessary to her right now, her credits were lower than ever, since her useless College degree was taking money out of the account any chance they could, and suddenly, credits had become a much more needed amenity. She finished another manila folder, placing it on the complete part of her desk, maybe if she worked very slowly, Mr. Brooks would never plop more folders onto her, showing how endless this job actually was. She continued to work, though, as that was pointless, and a waste of time. Besides, she knew how she was paid, every time a folder was completed, a file was entered or any sign of work being done, Katie would hear a ring from her phone, showing that five more credits had been added to her account. She had better use them, though, as College was still needing 100,000 of those. 100,000 divided by 5 credites, Katie thought to herself. 20,000, a file takes around 3 minutes, that 60,000 minutes, which is 1,000 hours of work just to pay off her College, and then, Kate had to pay for rent, amenities, public services, her private life. Well, she thought, she couldn't stop now. Though she had been working for 10 hours, the windows outside were showcasing her city in a bright yellow, hue, as if it was day. That was a window trick, it was actually 8:00 at night, and if she were to ponder outside, she would see barely anything from the darkness. The windows were meant to trick people into not realizing time passing, not to beg to leave when it's 4:00. That didn't matter, no one didn't want to work, and instead just wanted to keep pushing through files, getting five credits. A sudden rememberance by Katie led her to looking through her phone, she opened the app and saw the amount of credites to her name: Katie Helmstein Lewis-Daniels: 12,310 Credits. Knowing the College, she would never see 90% of those credits, and the remaining amount was not enough to justify not working, even if the times were becoming an amazingly late, everyone worked overtime because there was no reason not to work when you could make five credits by filling out a manila folder. Of course there are side-effects to this, such as Katie's body feeling sore needs of working for ten hour stretches. Her stomach was empty, which was okay as she tried to keep her slim waist, her throat was ratched with thirst, her mistake, forgetting the water bottle at home, her legs were cramped, which was understandable, even when she had to stand she was in high heels, and her bladder was full, which was a common problem. None of these problems really mattered to Katie, as she could handle discomfort better than most. The doors to the office swung open, meaning either somebody left or somebody came in. The work was not dificult, but it was busywork, and therefore it was normally dead silent inside the halls of the Secretaries. For this reason, Katie was able to observe things such as changes in temperature or doors swinging open better. This also allowed her to realize what was coming next, her favorite part of her day (sarcasm), the Interns. She wished she didn't have to deal with interns and instead simply deal with her paperwork alone, but she was an intern once, and she learned her ways from another annoyed worker, so it was unfair to not allow the same deal of experience to the next crop of workers. Besides, she had reached a miracle, all of her files were finished, and Mr. Brooks had yet to pour some on her desk. Katie turned and looked towards her intern, of which she could spot easily out of a crowd. The intern was named Mahoe Kokoa, but she went by Missy Kokoa. From her last name, Katie immediately could tell her Hawaiian descent, and her looks did not fail those expectations. Missy had luscious olive skin, long curly hair, and large eyes and lips, not demeaning to the fact that Missy was very pretty, actually extraordinarily pretty. Now, a lot of her prettiness came from the fact that she did not fear to show it off, she wore mini-skirts almost every day, ones that were not even close to company policy, when Katie asked her about it, she claimed that it was all she packed for the eight weeks, while stretching a pair down. I doubt she cared about company policy, but more about just how many stares Missy would get, her body was fully shown off in the small mini-skirts and her dress-blouses and blazer that she wore. Missy would normally walk in with a stride, clicking and clacking on her high heels, but today was different, her shoulders were hanged down, her eyes facing the ground and her legs were slightly curved inwards. "Evenin' Missy." Katie greeted, every intern was assigned one worker, and for the eight weeks of the internship program they meet three times a day, one in the morning, one at lunch and one at closing. While not doing that, the interns are carted away to work on their own projects. She remembered the eight week program, and how tired and exhausted she was at the end. "Hey." Missy responded without her normal charisma. "Do you have any work to do?" "No, I just finished, you can leave if you want." "No, I got to stay until you leave." "That might be a while." "Okay." Her voice rang with a Hawaiian accent, sounding sweet on the ears. Katie could tell something was wrong, easily, and stared at Missy, searching for a clue. "What's wrong, Missy?" "Oh, nothing." But Katie had figured out the problem, something about how Missy's legs refused to be still, her bent over posture. Yeah, Missy had to pee, an understandble problem, in light of current events. You see, the year was 2021, and America had found itself in one Hell of a drough the last few years. Now, the world is not in jeopardy, but certain cogs of society are made a little harder, like paying for water even from the tap, the almost complete removal of high-pressure showers, and one other thing. The Piss tax. The real name was the Plumbing tax, stating that to use public or private amenities, you must enter a small fee, usually five credits to be let inside the restroom. Five credits was not a lot of money (credits and the old US dollars are almost completely equal in value), but the cost was still detrimental to many people and their bathroom habits. Scenarios like Missy are possible, a girl left with zero way of accessing a restroom because of the Piss Tax. Poor girl, Katie thought to herself, she could have been holding all day with no access. Katie was tempted to ask her if she had been able to use the amenities, but refused out of social gesture, she wasn't going to put her in the spotlight. Instead she was silent, watching as Missy grabbed a nearby stool and sat next to Katie, she was quivering in her high heels, holding down her crotch. Right at the moment where Katie finally could relax, though, Mr. Brooks came out of the room with a stack of folders and a trajectory right towards Katie. She gulped and warned Missy. "Here comes some more. Half and half, alright?" "Yeah, sure." She muttered. As expected, Mr. Brooks came over. "Got some more." He grinned through his teeth, a tad creepy but overall normal charm. "Only thing I love in this world." "Hello, Missy!" "Hello." "Well, this is probably going to be the last stack of the night, so don't waste too much time." "You got it, boss." "Good." Katie observes the stack , it is smaller than most, and the want to get home is nice, so the pair begin working on them side-by-side. Katie focuses on the files, but her mind is truly on Missy, it is no secret that she is absolutely bursting, her legs kicking out, riding up her mini-skirt, her hands holding down her crotch, she can even see small bits of liquid forming on the edge of the stool. And yet, Katie does nothing for the poor girl, waiting for her to beg. She considers this a business lesson, no one is going to help you, you must help yourself, and know that if she simply asked Katie for five credits so she doesn't burst, she would be happy to. There is also something mesmerizing about the process, about the desperation that has Katie hooked. Five minutes into the new stack, Missy starts making small moans, her legs completely dancing around in absurd fashion. At this point, Katie realizes its time to make mention. "If you're going to piss, please do it on the toilet and not on my desk." "S...Sorry Ms. Lewis-Daniels." And she continues working, though her posture stiffens to stop any weakness from coming out. Small portions of Missy's desperation are hitting onto Katie's own full bladder, she doesn't show it, as she has had the experience to reject that urge until the last possible moment, and never look like Missy, losing control like that. It reminds her that a piss would feel good at this moment, but she could wait for hours upon hours, a product of working many long days just like this one. "Tell me, Missy. Why are you so desperate?" "I... I.... I drank a lot during lunch, I'm sorry Ms." "Okay, well, when you finished with your last file, I'll take you to the restrooms." A key that she remembered from her own 8-weeks, they don't tell the interns where the restrooms actually are. Katie had a moment almost exactly like Missy's, where she was dancing up and down the cubicle, dying to know where the restrooms were and expell the liquid built up in her. It was easy for Katie to sympathetize with Missy, a sympathy that some of the recruits never receive. When Missy made the file complete, she stood up on a limb. Her legs were crossed in a strong manner, showcasing just how close Missy was from losing control. From a good angle, you could see the crossed legs reveal a small portion of the white panties underneath her mini-skirt, as Katie could from sitting down. It took a bit longer for Katie, she hadn't stood in 11 hours, and her legs were weak as she gave weight behind them, but after a few seconds she got to her feet and began to walk. "Follow me." She said to Missy, who briskly walked behind her, holding herself at every turn. "So, when was the last time you peed." "I... Last night, I believe. I used up all of my allotted credits." "Foolish error." "Yeah..." Missy stopped for a second, and gave her body a tense squeeze. "So you still haven't got any credits?" "I... Oh, no." Missy became worried, tears welling up in her eyes. As she spoke, the reached the large bathroom. "Ms. Lewis-Daniels, I'm really sorry, but can I please... please... please use your credits. I swear it won't happen again." "Trade Secret, dear." Katie spoke in a teacherly manner. "Don't be afraid to ask people for common courtesies." Katie pulled out her card and walked towards the door. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Missy spoke loud enough the rest of the office could hear her. "No problem." She swiped the card and the door swung open. Missy hobbled inside, and the door shut behind her. At this point, Katie finally had time to think about her own full bladder. It was certainly annoying and it certainly made its will known, she had her legs crossed, and she could see the bulge sticking out of her slim body. But, on the other hand, she just paid for another to pee, and she didn't have all the money in the world. Maybe she could wait till tomorrow morning, and with that in mind, she grabbed her purse from her desk and walked out the front door, her bladder giving a strong scream of pain as it was refused relief. As she walked out of the building, she glared over to the alley, where she spotted two interns, female, both in long work dresses and white blouses squatting in the alley. Though they were in the end, urine was rising all the way to the front of the alley, and she could hear the silent chatters of relief from the girl. Good for them, Katie thought, they just saved five credits. Katie hopped into her car and began her nightly journey home.
  23. I was wondering if there are any omo videos any of you guys know about that has things like, vibrators, cunnilingus, bondage, etc to make holding harder? I've had this thought for awhile about having a girl tied down, she can barely hold it, then someone turns on a vibrator, or starts licking between the legs to make it even harder to concentrate and hold on; making her control slip more and more till the inevitable. sounds like a really tantalizing idea, sadly however, I’m single, soooo I can’t try on my own as much as I’d loooove to! what do you guys think? If you don’t know any videos like I described, do you think you’d enjoy them? :3
  24. Heyyyy, what's this? A fanfic? Don't mind if I do~ Lemme know what you think. Just randomly came up with the idea and decided to go with it. First real attempt at a full fictional desperation story. ENJOY~ --- Tick. Tock… (“Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta peeeeee…”) Silver eyes lingered on the large clock across the classroom, the crimson clad scythe wielding leader of team RWBY sitting anxiously in place at her desk. The lesson was close to over, but it had felt like an absolute eternity. She was bobbing slightly, her knees unable to remain still. The female bit her lip, focusing on the papers in front of her, trying to take notes, but she found her mind drifting back to the clock and how long of this torture was left. Earlier that very morning Ruby had ingested a lot of soda. A lot. And all of it was coming back to haunt her. She didn’t have time to pee before the lesson began because she was surprisingly late for once, and not wanting to get any negative views from the great huntsmen in the academy for poor bladder control, she held on. It was only an hour or so, right? She could manage. Oh boy, was she regretting that decision… Looking around the class. Okay, so, thankfully most people seemed to be too occupied with their own things. Drawing random doodles, occasional glances to the professor to try and show enthusiasm… but no eyes were lingering on her desperate shuffle. That was at least good. Blake seemed to have fallen asleep entirely – and went thankfully unnoticed, otherwise she’d have been waking with one heck of a fright. Yang seemed to be half-wittedly paying attention, and Weiss – Oh god, she was looking right at her. (“Quick Ruby, act natural!”) The girl quickly gave a nervous smile, one of the most forced ones she’d ever given in her life. The heiress didn’t seem to be too pleased by the gesture… but nonetheless she stopped looking her way. At least that was good. Professor Port was babbling on about some sort of legendary story where he singlehandedly took down an army of Grimm or something stupid along those lines. Ruby didn’t CARE so little in her whole life! All that mattered was running to the bathroom, pulling down her panties and sweet reli- (“!!!”) Ruby’s eyes widened slightly as she realized she was thinking way too much about it. Her legs were clamped together as tight as she possibly could, and she was squirming in her seat a bit, grinding herself as much as possible against the seat. She swore she could feel her bladder shift in her abdomen, which was relatively swollen by then. How much did she have in her?! (“Distractions, distractions, uh…”) Ruby closed her eyes, trying to think, sweat gently rolling down her face as she desperately tried to hold on for dear life. She was 15, not 5, but she definitely didn’t remember ever having to pee this bad in her whole life! She remembered those times she had to rush behind the bushes, and answer the call of nature out in the great outdoors, the feeling of relief being absolutely amazing. Oh god. Okay, so distractions REALLY weren’t working. There was a minute until the end of the class. (“Think Ruby, think… what can I think of to distract myself…”) She couldn’t ask to be excused by Port. She’d done that way too many times in similar situations, but this was the worst. Of course it was… Her thought was cut short, as suddenly, there was a loud slam right beside her, earning a high pitched yelp of surprise from the girl, as well as a solid spurt into her panties, dampening them, warmth spreading across her nether region immediately. Out of sheer instinct, both hands immediately jammed straight into her crotch, her fingers pressing tightly into her folds to stem the flow, her eyes wide with fear. She was NOT about to wet herself. “Falling asleep in class is not only an insult to me and my teaching, but to yourself, Miss Belladonna.” Port said, clearly not pleased. However most eyes at that point seemed to be on Ruby – as a result of her high pitched yelp. Okay, people probably knew. How… could she play this off? Quickly she addressed it. “Just – just stubbed my toe. Heheh…” She said, awkwardly to her teammates that were looking at her with concern. (“I’m gonna wet myself, oh man, oh man, come on…!”) Ruby frantically thought to herself, anxiously staring at the clock. “Oh, and with that note, it seems the class is over! Don’t forget: Never underestimate a Grimm, no matter the size. It will be your undoing! You’re dismiss-“ And just like that, the crimson clad girl was out of the room entirely, leaving a trail of rose petals. “…My teaching wasn’t THAT boring, was it?” Port asked, chuckling. “IIIII dunno…” Yang said, yawning, earning a nudge from Blake. “Hey, it was a joke~” She said, smiling, before noticing. “…Hey, where’d Weiss go?” Ruby had made it halfway to the bathroom before she had to stop in place, her fingers frantically pressed into her peehole to stop her from losing the battle right there and then. She KNEW it was a bad idea to use her semblance, but she was desperate, she’d hoped she’d have gotten there a bit faster! Her face was burning. Luckily she was alone in the corridor, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating that she was holding herself like she was 5. Staggering a bit, Ruby pressed against the wall, leaning against it sideways, holding on for dear life, crossing her legs over one another, bending her knees, but it only kept feeling worse and worse. She could practically feel the pee right at her weehole about to gush out, her panties getting a bit more wet as she lost a bit more. At that point, tears were welling in her eyes. “Ruby?” The voice of a female behind the crimson girl suddenly spoke up. Freezing up for a splitsecond, Ruby realized who it was. “W-Weiss?!” “What’s the matter with you? In class you were-Oh.” Weiss felt her face change to a tone of scarlet. “Uh, well, I-I won’t stop you-“ “Weiss I’m about to wet myself!” Ruby blurted out, falling to her knees, pressing her crotch into the heel of her boot as a last resort, frantically squirming and shaking around. Weiss gasped slightly at the outburst, furiously blushing more, but quickly looking around. “Wh-What do you want ME to do about it?!” She bit her lip. Needless to say, she felt a little bad for the girl. She knew what it was like to be in her position. …Maybe not quite as bad, but that made it easier to sympathize, funnily enough. “G-Give me a plant po-pot, something…!” “We’re in the MIDDLE OF THE CORRIDOR! That’s-“ “Weiss…!” Ruby pleaded. The heiress grimaced, but obliged. Her heart was slightly racing, to say the least. This was so… wrong. She awkwardly pushed a pot over to Ruby, which had one of the plants in it. “I-I’ll make sure no-one else comes down this corridor. Just-just hurr-“ Before Weiss even had a chance to finish her sentence, in fact, before the plant pot even reached Ruby, her bladder decided to give out. She was flooding her panties, the fresh golden fluid building up at alarming speeds and spilling out of the sides, pouring down her thighs and turning the material a darker shade. The front of her skirt got a little damp too, from the way she was holding. Ruby, panicked and out of time, didn’t bother pulling her panties down fully, and instead put one boot on the rim of the plant, and quickly pulled them aside with her finger, using her other hand to hold up the front of her skirt, the gushing torrent of fluid and her girlhood immediately being freed to the much cooler air in the room, a hiss filling the air. Ruby shuddered, and moaned in relief, as her body had a small spasm, the plant pot being practically hosed down by the really strong stream, which arched almost perfectly into the soil. Weiss could feel her head becoming light and her nose threatening to bleed, quickly looking away from the sight the moment Ruby got the idea to do what she did, but she stood her ground. She was on watch duty, after all. By some miracle no students had come down that way, and Beacon respected the privacy of the students enough to NOT have cameras everywhere, so Ruby was in the clear, it seemed. But the girl kept going, and going, all of the soda being pushed out strongly by her bladder. Not being experienced in standing peeing on top of that, Ruby wasn’t exactly doing much good in staying dry, plenty spraying and running down her legs and onto her boots, some even pooling on the floor by her foot. But she didn’t care. Her head was tilted back and she embraced the beautiful, warm relief. After about a solid minute extra, Ruby’s stream gently died down, the hiss becoming a lot less prominent before vanishing entirely, leaving Ruby’s peach coated in her urine. Her panties were wet, and her stockings were soaked, but it wasn’t a full on accident. At least, not in her eyes. “W-Whew… w-wow, th-thanks, Weiss, that was-that was close.” “…..Don’t let it get so close again, you dunce.” The white haired girl simply shot back, hiding the fact that her face was pretty much a tomato at that point. “You probably… want to go clean up the little bit of mess you made.” Weiss said, not even needing to look to know that she created a mess. “Awwh… I guess I need to practice standing up peeing.” “…” Weiss’ nose was bleeding by that point and she couldn’t help it. “J-Just go already!” Ruby awkwardly started to shuffle away, a bit alarmed by the sudden ‘aggression’. “Y-You won’t tell anyone, right?” “No, I won’t. Now hurry, unless you want to be late for the next class!” Weiss snapped. “R-Right!” And so Ruby dashed back to the dorms, getting a fresh change of clothes… Meanwhile Weiss went into the bathroom for… a little different reason.
  25. She’s such a beautiful actress. Has she ever been in anything with her desperate?