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  1. Here's a nice desperation scene with an office lady desperate to pee while on the phone with a client...I certainly wish my office was like this! I'm not sure of the origin or title of the movie this comes from.
  2. fullbladder

    Reddit Writing Prompts

    Something a little different here- I posted a couple of stories on Reddit's Writing Prompts. Admittedly, the first link is a topic I started myself then posted as a different user. The second link was an awesome pee theme submitted by another user, but unfortunately only I posted :( Would love to see some of this community writing over there too (and sharing interesting writing prompts on here- just a thought).
  3. Daven is young and beautiful girl from Asia. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpRZG4vVjhg
  4. water.wizard

    Omo Mind Control

    This is a teaser for a maybe longer story. This is a personal fantasy of mine so I'm curious as to whether you guys like it too. Let me know. ----- Brian yawned and rubbed his face with his hands. He was in one of his history courses and it was boring as hell. Brian was a freshman in college but he was a history buff in high school so he felt like he already knew this stuff. He let his gaze wander around the room. The girls at college were so much hotter than girls in high school. Brian honestly couldn't believe it sometimes. A row in front of him and a handful of seats to the right sat a girl with long brown hair and even longer legs which she showed off with her very short skirt. Her name was Alice and she was pretty nice but way out of his league. Alice took a drink of her water bottle and Brian's mind of course went to his fetish, fantasizing about her needing to pee in class. Brian imagined the Alice having drank a full bottle of water before class and then working on a second one now, and that her bladder was slowly filling, filling, filling. Alice shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She seemed to sort of look around the room, and then looked at the clock. Did she really have to pee? Brian felt his cock start to get hard. Time passed and Brian continued to watch Alice during class. She showed no more signs of needing to pee now and Brian's mind started to wander. He imagined that he was right about her needing to pee, and that her need was starting to get concerning. He saw her look at the clock again. Brian fantasized about her drinking water before this class, water which would now be trickling down and putting pressure on her bladder. Alice crossed and uncrossed her legs. He imagined her bladder continuing to fill until she felt like she was bursting, little spurts of pee starting to escape. Alice's hands shot between her legs and she started bobbing up and down in her seat, looking toward the clock and door. Brian was bewildered. Was he imagining a connection? He stared at this desperate girl as she shifted and fidgeted in her seat. There was only 15 minutes of class and she seemed to be deciding if she should just go or if she could make it. Brian stared intently at Alice as he started to imagine her bladder filling beyond capacity. The pressure of the liquid inside pressing against her desperate urethra and threatening to burst into her panties at any moment. Alice gasped quietly and crossed her legs tight, both hands against her pussy. Brian could see her rubbing herself furiously, trying to keep from peeing herself, though she seemed to try to hide it under her desk. Brian was amazed. This couldn't really be happening, could it? He supposed there was one way to find out. He imagined that Alice's need to pee mostly vanished, to just a dull need. Alice's body seemed to relax. She looked around the room nervously, seeming confused. She glanced at the clock and the front door. She seemed to decide that it wasn't worth risking her urge coming back and starting to leave class early. She quickly packed up her bag, put on her jacket, and made her way down the aisles in the seating to the front of the room. Brian's felt his cock get harder. This would really be the true test. He stared intently at Alice as she reached the front of the room. Brian imagined Alice's bladder again filling with liquid. Rapidly, to the brim, feeling like she might burst. Alice immediately doubled over at the front of the room, bending at the knees and crossing her legs. All eyes began to fall on her and her cheeks became visibly red. Brian's cock became rock hard. He imagined the pressure on Alice's pussy building, building, until it hurt and became too much. Alice bobbed up and down in place, letting out a whimper. Her hands worked furiously between her legs, rubbing her pussy in front of everyone. Brian's cock was throbbing. He imagined Alice's muscles relaxing. Alice's eyes widened as a hissing sound started to come from between her legs. Her skirt provided no cover as she began to wet herself forcefully in front of the entire class. Alice tried to stop the flow but her muscles seemed to relax against her will, continuing to let her piss herself all over her boots and the carpeted floor. Brian kept imagining Alice peeing full force and out it kept coming. Alice began crying, realizing she needed to just make a run for it and fleeing while pee still gushed from between her legs, splashing onto the floor below her. Brian watched in amazement as the girl disappeared from view, leaving a long wet trail connected to a huge puddle at the front of the room. This changes everything.
  5. Saril: Hello, and welcome to Omo-Idol. Q&A! This is a special little interactive, dedicated to the ten girls from our current comic, Omo-Idol! (Which can be found to purchase: Here ] AuthorFaust: Long story short, Biku and Faust figured this would be a good way to remind everyone who our old cast were, in case the comic wasn't enough for some of you! Here, you can ask questions to our girls.....(Even potentially indecent ones....) Saril: And, the meat and potatoes of this... The reason this got started.... Was because... AuthorFaust: Some questions may come with a little bonus from the artist of omo-idol, Biku! A rough Sketch, describing an incident, or the like. (Entirely at his discretion, of course). This also will help with everyone enjoying Omo-Idol, as it progresses. (We Hope) Saril: And, as a tiny bonus.. You can also ask The Author and The Artist questions yourself! Though, I hardly doubt they'll be providing much of a show. AuthorFaust: Also, do be warned if you make any uncozy questions, they may remain unanswered, on our own judgement. Saril: But yes... For now, Let's open up the Questioning for everyone proper! [Rules: 1. Only the 10 from the Omo-Idol Comic (For now, at least. Maybe at a later date we can do others) 2. 5 questions maximum (per commentor) between the Author/Artist's posts. This is just to keep things from getting too overwhelming. (Once there's a reply, you can ask again.) 3. Arts are entirely subject to Biku's will. Trust Faust, you don't want Faust to try to draw anything. (If it interests Biku, it might be more likely to be drawn) 4. We reserve the right to change rules at any point. [Girls Available for Questioning Are....] 1. Yuno Gasai 2. Akeno Himejima 3. Winona Windsor 4. Sanni ingium 5. Taylor Fritx 6. Arya 7. Maya Kamizono 8. Emily Cole 9. Asuna Yuuki 10. Giggles the Klown [Biku and Faust both may answer things in this thread. Do not be alarmed if one posts the other's stuff. Just enjoy it.]
  6. So I was doing work at my house the other day and spilled this thinner on my hands. It said to wash imminently so I ran into the bathroom and as I turned sink one of my roommates walks over to the bathroom and looks at me with an anonyed face and asks what’s im doing. I told her I have to wash my hands. She replied “well I gotta go to the bathroom.” I said to wait because I was worried. So as I wash, she right after puts her hands on her back and crosses her legs, and after like thirty seconds her body is waving back and forth and she asks why I can’t do it in the kitchen. a little after she went in, but like, do you think she’s came close to wetting. This wasn’t on purpose and the sink in the kitchen was downstairs and the thinner was already on my hands a bit. But she wasn’t in agony you think?
  7. This is a story I have written based very loosely on real events and real people. Names have been changed (obviously) and most of it is pulled out of my own imagination. Not all of it though. Hope you enjoy. Its also my first story so any constructive feedback is appreciated to help me find my writing style. This story contains female wetting and messing. If there is any demand, I might release a version without the messing. It's not full on scat though. You have been warned. Part 1. The start of something beautiful. It was a glorious day when it happened. I was on a diving course, 11 guys and one girl learning to be commercial scuba divers through Herriot Watt University. 12 students in Orkney pissing up at night and diving all day. Naturally everyone gave Samantha a ridiculous amount of attention, all accept my own introverted self. Imagine my surprise at being buddied with her by the instructors. Lucky or what? And she was beautiful. Long raven black hair, mischievous brown eyes, full lips capable of the cutest little pout or the wickedest grin. And the body. At my 1.8 meters she stood as tall as my nose. Slight, tight little body, smallish breasts, legs showing off her runners physique and an ass that would give Kylie Minogue a run for her money. At 22 she was perfect. And normally I couldn't get near her. With all the others sniffing round, not to mention the instructors and the locals in Stromness where we were staying, I never stood a chance. Then the last week of May I got paired with her out of this blue. My previous buddy with hers. On the Wednesday it happened it was a normal day at the beach, week 3 of the five week course. Weather was dry and warm, or at least as warm as May got in Orkney. I had chatted more with her in three days than the time previous. I'd found out that she had a large family, was from the south of England and preferred metal music much like my own tastes. She was single and concentrating on the course then her final year at university. And she was fucking perfect. Stunning, funny, smart...... I was in love, no doubt about it. We were dressed in our usual rig for drysuit diving. Both in thermals, sweats and tee-shirts. Neither of us looked our best, hair and cloths damp and plastered all over after the first dive of the day. We were relaxing near the minibus having a light lunch waiting the hour or so before our next dive. As we lounged I could see her glance off to the small building at the end of the field we were currently in that contained the toilets we could use. I had learned (as I tend to note these things) that she would be visiting as soon as we were finished eating. She wasn't dancing yet but wasn't far off. We chatted, not about anything in particular but just generic chat designed to pass time. The kind of small talk that normally I hated. Like I said. Introvert. My other dive partner had learned to just let me eat and sit in quiet until we were ready to go in the water again. Not Sam though. She always wanted to talk. We finished our lunch and I expected her to shoot off for a visit to the lady's room but, as the conversation had turned to movies (a passion of mine) I had become more "animated" (as she later put it) so she decided to hold off. She was starting to fidget now but we still had 45 or so minutes. Or so we thought. A shout startled us from our talk about the merits of Indy 3 over 1. The radio had gone off. The boat was on the way back. The current two pairs had been kicked out the water by the lead instructor, Alex. They were coming in and he was pissed. Get ready, we are diving immediately. I saw a look of panic flash across Sam's face. She glanced to the toilets then back to me. "Do you think I have time?" she asked. I frowned. Glancing to sea I could see the rib already bouncing across the waves. "Maybe if you hurry?" She smiled gratefully (what a smile) and went to run off "Oy! You two get down the beach now, Al is coming in and sounds displeased". Robby, another instructor scuppered all her hopes with a single yell. She gave the toilets a longing stare then joined me in jogging to the beach. As the rib pulled up we lined up with the other students as Alex jumped out the boat and stormed up the beach. Que a 10 minute rant about standards, care and attention, awareness and anything else that popped into his head. Threats for 24 hr dive bans for all on top of the bans he handed out on the way in. All over the class idiot (my ex dive buddy) who had wily coyoted into the bottom trying a rapid decent. And though all of it Sam continued to squirm and fidget more and more. Nothing major yet, little flexes like she started to hold herself, a slow foot tap, a slight bead of sweat. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed but I saw the signs. When he finished his rant he glared at us. "Get your stuff and be geared up in 5”. I watched her face drop. No time to do anything. Not even to go behind the van and "pop a squat". She was in trouble now. In silence we jogged back to our spot, all our gear laid out. She eyed our suits. "Stu, I need to go to the loo. Please. I’m desperate." She was pleading with me. I glanced around. Fuck it. For her I could take another bollicking for being a few minutes late. "Quick, go behind the van, I can keep watch" I replied. "I can't!" She a hissed at me. She saw the confusion and hurt in my face. "Sorry, but I need more that a pee. I can't. Not hear. Help me please." "Ok. Run to the loo. I will tell Al we will be late. He can't ban all his dive teams for the day. Just hurry" "Thank you" she gushed as she turned to run off. "Oy! You two. Clock is ticking." She spun on the spot "Fuck you Rob" she cursed while looking around for some miraculous third option. "Just go" I said but she just smiled weakly as she grabbed her suit. "You know what he's like. He can and will ban all his teams and fuck us. Our own fault. Don't worry, I think I will be ok. After all, I'm an honour student. We don't have accidents. Come on. Its not that bad. A quick 30 min under then that’s us for the day." In silence we rigged up. Suit on, zipped up, set and weights strapped in place, hood, mask, the whole nine yards. As we walked down carrying fins and gloves, I could see the sweat on her head that had nothing to do with the gear. Waving to the other team ready to go we pushed through the surf to the boat. As we climbed in I could see her tense up. She saw my worried glance and shook her head slightly. Her breathing slowed as she concentrated on maintaining her poise and dignity. The ride out was the worst. Alex wasn't going slow as we bounced across the rising tide to the 21m marker bouy. Even I felt the jolts in my half empty bladder. As I looked up against the spray I saw her holding her breath, eyes screwed shut. As we slowed to the spot she started gasping. Her eyes flew open and she startled as she reached out and grabbed my arm. I saw a small tear roll down her cheek as she grimaced. She was starting to loose control. "Go" was the single barked command from Alex so we donned mask, gloves and fin before slipping into the water. We didn't hang around. A single fast decent to 21 meters, eyes glued to our gauges, gripping on to our survey gear to carry out a static photography survey of the bottom. I have to hand it to Sam. If it had been me I wouldn't have been anywhere near as co-ordinated. At the bottom we came to a perfect rest 1 meter off the bottom. In the distance was the slowly settling cloud of silt from the first team who incurred Alex's wrath for not being as slick at depth control. The second team was already swimming off, Alex in tow for their navigation exercise. We were alone for now. I grabbed my slate and pencil "You ok?" I wrote. She gave me the thumbs up signal signifying no problem. Not what I meant. We had already exchanged the standard check signals post decent. I pointed to my slate again. I could see her look at me across the half meter gap between us. "Lets get on with it" was her scribbled reply. I searched her eyes through our masks trying to tell but nothing. I shrugged and readied the gear. Fastest survey ever. 15 minutes we were done even with a few pauses by Sam. We finished and immediately ascended to the surface throwing our loose gear into the rib. As we clung on to the side, I whispered to her. "How you doing?" "I don't know. I think I might have peed a little. It might be the suit." Wishful thinking. I know her suit. Leaks at the wrists and left calf. Nothing crotch or thighs. "Don't worry about it." I whispered back. "10 min we will be back in. The other team should be up soon. Let’s climb in." She glanced at me with a smile that was difficult to figure out the emotion behind it. Then I realised. There was no way she would be able to climb into the rib without loosing control. "Uh... Just wait." I said sheepishly. I pulled myself in. Once in I gestured for her to pass me her set and belt. She slipped out of it and gratefully passed it to me. After pulling it in to the amused stare of Ian (todays boat driver) I offered my hands to her. With no gear or weights she was easy to pull up high enough that she could sit outboard of the boat and swing her legs in. Even that cost her. As Ian looked back to the expected surface point of team 2 I saw her drop to her knees, grabbing herself with both hands. She looked up to me with a look of such anguish that I nearly cracked right there. I dropped down next to her and put an arm around her. "Just a little bit longer. Those idiots will be up any minute. Bang into shore then you can go to the loos. Don't worry bout your gear. I've got it." "Thanks" she said through gritted teeth. Eyes screwed up she was breathing hard now, still clutching with both hands. She tried to straighten up, tried to slow her breathing but I could tell it was getting past the point of control. Embarrassed for her I stood up and joined Ian in looking out for team 2, giving her some of the privacy to regain control she must have so desperately wanted. After a few minutes they surfaced about 150m from the boat. Ian grinned and gunned the engine into lift. The rib vibrated as he set off, the sudden acceleration taking its toll judging from the gasp behind me. By the time we got to the three forms bobbing in the waves Sam had regained composure. Sitting on her heel on the back bench of the rib she was a picture of calm. Her red eyes explained by the saltwater that had us all a little bloodshot. Wet hair plastered down one side of her flushed face. A slightly sad smile on her lips. Her beauty really struck me then. God, even almost past the point of no return she managed to look hotter than hell. I joined in helping pull the team in then sat between them and Sam. As we drove for the shore (more sedately than the rollercoaster ride out) she leaned against my back, resting her forehead between my shoulder blades. Over the twin engines and the sound of wind and surf I heard her speak. "Thanks" was all she could say. After we pulled up, everyone piled out but us. Gear was pulled out around us and Ian gave us a look but I waved him off as they all disappeared up to the field. Behind me Sam stirred "Sorry about this Stuart." She whispered. As she stood up it seemed like she was going to try one last attempt to hold on but she was defeated. With a single sob she stood tall and finally her grip on her bladder broke. Even through the suit I could hear the hissing as she let go. Her face flushed red as she once again screwed her eyes shut. After about 10-15 seconds I saw her relax and the expression changed to one of bliss as the hissing increased. For an eternity I looked at her as she wet herself. I could imagine the hot pee jetting out of her, soaking panties, long johns and joggers to pool in the feet of her suit. I couldn't look away if you paid me. The bliss on her face was perfect, right down to the slight bite on her lip. When she finally stopped we stood for another minute lost in our own world. Then her eyes flew open. She grabbed at me. "Help me get to shore. Now" she commanded "Ok, grab your set and I'll......" "No" she cut me off. "I told you... I need more than a pee" she finished in a quiet little voice. Oh. Yeh. "Ummm, ok. Here". I jumped out the boat, our gear forgotten. I offered my hand and helped her up the beach and to the entrance of the field. 150 or so meters was the loo block (and a single lockable shower) and her salvation from complete humiliation. We slowly made our way up the dirt track, past all the others now relaxing before group 3s final dive, past the vans. As we passed our spot she barked "bag" and I grabbed her bag with its change of clothes. We carried on to the small brick building before us but it was too late. As we rounded the side to the entrance (thankfully now shielded from view) she stopped dead. Stiffening up, the grip on my arm tightened up to beyond painfully. Even through my drysuit I could feel her nails dig in as the last bit of control left her. She gasped and doubled over. She was now clutching at her ass with her free hand, thrust between her legs. She groaned and went red in the face. At this point I wasn't even sure if she was still fighting or just getting it all out, finishing completely going to the toilet in her outfit. She stayed like that for several minutes, breathing hard, slightly hunched up, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. After and age she slowly released her grip on me then straightened up. "Fuck. Why today?" she gasped. "Why now?" She looked up at me "why you?" She asked before bursting into tears. She clutched me and without thinking I pulled her into a tight hug. "It’s ok" I whispered into her ear. "It’s ok. It happens. It’s ok". We clung together for several minutes her sobbing and me just saying anything to make her feel better, telling her its ok over and over. As she finally regained composure she pushed me off. "Stop. This isn't ok. Not even close. This doesn't just happen to girls my age. To no one my age. FUCK" a final shout to vent her feelings. She turned to leave but I reached out and grabbed her shoulder. "Don't be stupid" I said to her clear surprise. "You’re hardly the first person to have an accident you know. You probably aren't even the last in Scotland this hour. It ok" "Oh come on. How many other people do you know who has even had such a humiliating accident as this?" She asked. I decided to go for broke. "You think this is humiliating?" I asked "try wetting yourself in front of about 100 or so people. At least I'm the only one to know and I won't be telling anyone about this, I swear." She looked at me now with curiosity. "When did you do that?" "Download festival last summer. A day of drinking, running to the massive que for the porta loos and not making in in time. Light urban combats that went dark and clinging when wet. Everyone saw, everyone laughed. That was humiliating. Trust me, this doesn't compare." "Wow" was all she could say, eyes wide. Then her face slid into her naughty little grin. "Ok. You may have me beat on the humiliation scale but at least you didn't crap yourself. Or did you?" "Not then no" was my grinned reply. "Wait, so when did you then?" Dammit. I let that slip. I sighed. "Also last year. Not drunk, just coming off antibiotics that had me stopped up. I finished the course and so did nature. I was out shopping when I just had to go. Nothing nearby and by the time I got to a nearby MacDonnalds it was too late. Luckily I was wearing loose combats again and at least I didn't pee myself. I managed to hide it, walked back to my car and drove home sat on a plastic bag." She goggled at the last bit "That must have been.......a sticky situation." With that lame joke she burst into laughter that had her bending over again clutching at her stomach. At least she wasn't crying again. Her laughter was infectious. I started to giggle. "Laugh it up" I said. "You’re the one who still has a clean-up operation to do." She straightened up and looked at me, eyes full of tears of mirth instead of embarrassment. She sobered up a bit, clearly worried again. "Look," I started. "Your suit will need a wash. Whip it off and chuck us it hear. I'll wash it under the hose and leave it to dry inside out. No one will know. You can clean up and change in the shower. If anyone asks about your behaviour just tell them you felt sick and had to run." That evil little grin again. "Whip it off you say? How daring Stu. If I didn't know better I'd say you just wanted to see me all wet and messy." "What makes you think I don't?" I replied, a mischievous grin of my own. Then I froze as her eyes widened. Shit, did I just say that? Her eyes narrowed as she turned away. She glanced back over her shoulder, face split with a grin again. "Unzip me" she purred. I gulped and stepped up. One smooth motion and her suit was opened up. She bent over to let her pull the top off her head. As she stood up she whipped her hair back. She glanced back. "Thanks" she said before starting to bend over again. This time she slowly peeled off the suit. What a sight. As it pulled down passed her clingy black T-shirt her grey sweats were exposed. From halfway up to her waist band all the way down to the cuffs, the thick, drenched and darkened material clung to her body. The contours of her perfect ass with its bulge the size of a softball, of her shapely legs free to view. As she stepped out of the legs the sucking sound as her soaked cotton socks pulled free from the small pool in each made her giggle again. Her scent hit me next. A soft smell of girl pee with a darker earthy undercut of her poop. Not unpleasant. Not at all. She spun round almost bouncing in place. "Whats the damage she asked, looking down at herself now, trying to twist on the spot to assess everything. From the front it was glorious. Her wet clothes clinging tight against her body, soaked out almost to her hips, only a thin strip down the outside dry and safe. I gulped again. Then grinned at her. "Apart from a bulge and the obvious wetness, nothing visible on the joggers. They might get away with just a rinse for now. Whip them off" I said in my most commanding voice. She mock glared at me, eyes flashing with a curious and unexpected intent that was becoming more obvious to both of use as the scenario played out. "Hmmm. I think your right" she spun to face away again and put her hands to the waistband. Again, the slow sensual peel off of the wet material. Underneath, her tight longjohns we dark red all over, beads of pee being released to run down the saturated material by her movements. The bulge, much more obvious, was nestled between her peachy little cheeks, still no staining visible to further darken the material. She kicked off the sweats to a damp heap on top of her suit. "Done" she said with a breathy voice, spinning around, her breathing fast and shallow now, matching my own. Both of us were getting flushed again and if it wasn't for my suit still zipped around my body, my excitement would be obvious for anyone who cared to look. And from her quick glances she was trying to look. "Long johns next" I almost whispered to her. She nodded and turned denying me the view of the tight red material clinging to her, contouring her pussy perfectly. As her hands moved to her waistband she paused. This would be the big one for her, for both of us. She started to pull then stopped, glanced back at me. Her eyes held a strange expression as she saw the obvious hunger in my own eyes. She turned away again and the tight thermals started their slow decent down her legs. The light blue lacy waistband preceded her now translucent white cotton French knickers. A large dark solid mass of poop dragging them down slightly now they were free from the thermals keeping everything tight against her smooth milky white skin. As she bent further over the mass hid anything else from view but who was I to complain. Her legs were as perfect as I imagined marred only by a thin scar on her right calf. Muscles flexed as she was now bent fully over before pulling first one leg then the other free of her last layer and her socks. She stood up suddenly spinning and, in one smooth move, pulled off her T-shirt as she stood. Again the hair whipped back (who doesn't love the long wet hair look) and her tight, toned flat stomach and abs were exposed above her panties, the tight dark strip of her pubic hair visible seeming to invite the eyes down to her lips below. My eyes dragged up, her arms now folded just below the swell of her b cup breasts, pushing those perky mounds together under a matching white cotton bra trimmed in blue lace. Her nipples where obvious, hardened and proud under the tight material. She shook her head, letting her hair fall to brush against them, the wetness dampening and tuning the bra as tantalisingly see through as the panties. Nipples small and dark against the white skin. Her face was red as she looked at me, watching me take it all in. Eventually our eyes met. "Stunning" I breathed. Her blush deepened. "Im like a naughty little girl, wet and messy" she replied, eyes down. "Never. I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful as you look now." She smiled back up to me. Her arms separated and she stepped into my offered embrace. Our lips met, the kiss soft at first but swiftly developing into a fierce, lust filled move. My hands ran down her back and through her hair, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Her leg moved up my hip to circle around me and my other hand dropped lower. Cupping her ass, fingers brushed against her bulge. That was enough to push it against her sweet little rose bud. She pulled back. "Do it" she moaned as she dove back into the kiss. I wasted no time in cupping the bulge of her firm movement, squashing it slightly, mashing it up against her ass. Still kissing I felt rather than heard her moan again. Her pussy was grinding down onto my thigh now, both her hands around my back and shoulders pulling herself in tighter and tighter. We were lost to the world right then. Even as I felt her tense up, her breath coming in short ragged gasps, I felt my own orgasm start to build just from her rubbing against my body, my erection tight between us under my now cursed suit. As she clung to me, shaking in her release I heard a hissing as the final remnants of her bladder released. My probing fingers pushed deeper, catching the last of her stream through her panties. As my finger tips brushed her waiting lips below she squealed as a second orgasm hit her. Her back arched, head pulled away from me, exposing her breasts again, her pee running down my suit. I didn't hold back and gasped as my own release hit me like a train. As cum pumped into my briefs I bit back my own yell as Sam gasped loudly, panting as she started to come down from her cloud of bliss. We clung together for what seemed like an hour. Eventually she looked up at me. She almost looked ready to cry. "God. You have no idea how much I wanted this. Maybe not like this, but me and you." Her voice was deep from her short breath as she pushed her face into my chest. "For my first time I wanted it to be you. I liked you since we met. The others all think they can spin a gash little story and get into me but you never tried that. Never would. I could tell you were shy but interested. I wanted you. I hoped being buddys could lead to something. I never imagined it would be like or as good as that though" "This scenario wasn't on the cards then?" "No" she snorted with laughter. Then she turned her head up to me. "It's not something that turns you off is it?" "Let's just say this could be something we could explore together maybe". She grinned. That cheeky little grin that turns me to jelly. "Hmmm. Maybe. I might need to shop for more underwear though if I keep this up though. And you". I nodded. "When you said first?" "Umm. Yeh." She looked down and away. "I'm 22. It must be weird to still be a virgin". I pulled her back into a hug. "Not really. I’m the same age and not exactly a top shagger." Another snort of laughter. "I'm not a virgin but I'm not that experienced. Two girlfriends to date and with neither did I dare share what we just did" "Well, me anyway" Sam said, pushing off me again. She stepped back, letting me look at her again. "I expect catch up" she growled in mock fierceness, her finger jabbing at my chest. All I could do was nod, once again struck dumb by her beauty. "Tonight. Tonight we get some dinner, just us, then we find a quiet pub in town and see were the night goes. Sound good?" she finished, bouncing again slightly on the balls of her bare feet, still standing in the small puddle of her second "accident". "Dinner. Drinks to charge up, then catch up. I think I can do that. Then, maybe another first?" A coy little look in reply, eyes flashing under dark lashes. "It's a date!" She said before grabbing her nearby bag and dodging into the shower unit to clean up, leaving me to handle the rest. ______________________________________________________________________________________ More to come. Next chapter will be a first, very wet, date.
  8. Ash crossed her hands over her lap nervously, anxiously wondering how much longer the drive might be. The bumpy road wasn’t helping- each jolt felt like a punch to her bladder. Despite her discomfort, a strange sexual excitement was building inside her slender 19-year old body. She had never expected anything like this when she had signed up for a research assistant internship through her school’s Archaeology co-op program. Beside her, Dana looked just as uncomfortable. She had one hand firmly pressed in the crotch of her khaki pants, as she drove with the other hand. Ash couldn’t help but admire her 32-year old mentor’s body- the woman was as fit as she was smart! Ash’s thoughts wandered to what was going to happen later, when they reached the site. She wriggled in her seat as a wave of intense desperation ran through her, just resisting the urge to grab her crotch through her skirt. She forced her mind off sensual thoughts and back to maintaining control of her rapidly filling bladder. It had all started a week ago with a new discovery in Brazil. Some clearing of the Amazon had revealed a new structure built by indigenous peoples thousands of years ago. Further excavation was producing interesting revelations, including non-traditional sexual acts. Although Dana was conservative in nature, she was unconditionally dedicated to her work. She believed in experiential learning- that there was something a scientist could gain from trying what their ancestors had. Dana and Ash had built a growing trust in each other over the past two months and Ash had been surprised to hear that a previous co-op student, a male, had helped Dana practice some sexual acts. Ash had jumped at this opportunity when Dana had asked her. Ash was the sexually explorative type and found her boss to be quite attractive, despite their age difference. She could still recite the conversation, as she had masturbated thinking about it ever since. That morning, Dana had shown her photos of the new paintings where a woman standing on a rock was urinating on a group of men and women kneeling below her. The excavators in the area had found the same rock buried nearby using laser technology, but a lot of work was needed to expose it. Dana had gone on to say that she knew of a private forested area with a large rock they could recreate the scene on the upcoming weekend. Ash had naturally agreed and the conversation had progressed to how the women would fill their bladders during the drive in. Unfortunately, the main road had been closed due to construction and the detour had added nearly thirty minutes to the drive. The ladies had stopped drinking chilled water bottles a while ago, but the damage had been done. They were bursting and the bumpy road prevented them from getting to the darn rock any faster! Dana gasped as she turned into the small parking area. Ash noticed her entire body tense up as her driving hand released the steering wheel and joined its mate in Dana’s crotch. Dana braked hard to halt the Jeep, her quivering leg struggling to keep the foot in place. “Are you okay?” Ash asked, her own plight growing worse by the second. Dana blushed red and quickly shut off the engine, making sure her other hand remained in her crotch. “Yes, I just didn’t expect anyone else to be here, that’s all.” It was then that Ash noticed a truck parked at the other end of the parking area. Her anxiety immediately heightened as she realized the other visitors might see them near the rock. Speaking of the rock, where was it anyway? Dana gasped again as she opened the car door and carefully stepped out of the vehicle. Ash felt the most powerful urge yet as she opened the door to feel the chilly mountain air. She grabbed her womanhood to prevent leakage. As she stood up, she could feel Dana’s eyes on her and tried to release her grip. Another strong spasm erupted from her bladder and she felt herself leak into her thong. She violently thrust her fingers back between her legs and struggled to prevent a full accident. The car beeped immediately after she shut the door and Dana’s shaking voice announced that they needed to walk five minutes. Dana took the lead, hobbling with both hands in her crotch. The tight clamp on her khakis pulled them tight against her round ass, which Ash admired as she limped along behind. She thought she could make out some dampness on Dana’s inner thighs but wasn’t sure. Had her boss started wetting her pants? Ash could hear distant chatter as they cautiously made their way uphill. The climb was hell and it was a constant, exhausting struggle not to succumb to her bladder’s demands. She needed to pee SO badly. How good it would feel to just LET GO! The only saving grace was that Dana appeared to be in even worse shape. She stopped twice within three minutes to avoid completely pissing her pants. The second time, Ash heard the familiar gasp from her boss. Automatically, she focused on her ass to observe a wet streak seep down the inside of her left leg. Dana was losing control of her bladder. She rocked back and forth, fighting to stop the leak. Ash felt herself leak again and pushed even more forcefully against her pussy. She was SO close to wetting herself. Suddenly, the voices grew louder and there were footsteps echoing down the narrow trail- people were approaching. Dana helplessly hobbled to the side of the trail, but that was as far as she got. There was a large log blocking her path off the trail and she was in no shape to climb over it. Ash desperately scrambled to the other side, managing to get both feet into the muddy soil before realizing she would wet herself struggling through the sticky terrain. The young couple jogging down the trail slowed to a walk and stopped talking as they caught sight of the attractive brunette on the verge of a wetting accident. The woman burst into uncontrollable laughter as her husband stared on in shock. As they walked past, he turned to get a full view of Dana’s wet butt. It was too much- Dana burned beet red as she lost all control. Her pee flowed forcefully through her pants, drenching her hands. With a blissful sigh, she gave up the battle against her own body and brought her wet palms to rest on her wide, feminine hips. She looked down in disbelief as her light tan pants darkened rapidly to brown. Dana closed her eyes as yells of laughter filled her ears- the woman had undoubtedly noticed her accident and gone into another fit of laughter. The warm wetness flowing down her legs felt surprisingly pleasant, though nothing compared to the relief of finally releasing her long-held waters. Fortunately for Ash, the couple had completely missed the teen blonde just a few feet behind Dana. She struggled to maintain her own dignity as she watched a well-dressed professional woman soak her pants. Ash squirted again. This time, she felt the hot wetness on her fingertips- she had just leaked through her white cotton skirt. Behind her, the laughing woman gasped through uncontrollable fits of laughter, “I’m peeing! I’m peeing!” Ash turned around to verify that pee was indeed dripping from the woman’s behind, as she crouched down in laughter. Her husband, also laughing, pulled her up to her feet and smacked her wet behind. They quickly scurried away, still giggling hysterically. Dana awoke from her relief-filled stupor to find Ash struggling to get back on the trail. She hurried over to help her assistant out of the mud. They had to hurry to the rock, before Ash had her own accident. Dana could feel her soiled pants sticking to her legs as she walked briskly towards the rock. The warm wetness was cooling quickly, and the chilly breeze was really hitting home- no matter she would be out of her wet pants soon enough. Dana reached the rock with Ash trialing by a full minute. Dana quickly peeled off her drenched khakis and inspected her cotton panties. A clear wet half-moon had formed on the light blue fabric. She wondered if Ash’s panties told a similar story- she would see soon enough. Next, Dana ripped off her light jacket and t-shirt, setting her clothes down on top of a nearby log. Ash saw Dana first before the rock- she knelt in her bra and panties waiting. Ash lost control yet again and felt her warm liquid dripping down her legs. She just barely managed to regain control- climbing this damn rock was going to be a real problem. She took a step up before realizing she would need both hands to go any higher. She let go of her crotch and somehow managed to maintain control. However, pulling herself up was another matter. As she strained and felt the cold rock push against her abdomen, she knew the battle was lost. The dam had burst and there was no way to stop the water. Peeing herself, Ash scrambled the rest of the way up the rock. She pulled down her panties as she reached the top, her pee forming a trail to the summit. She thrust forward her hips and pulled up her pussy to direct her powerful stream off the rock to Dana below. The hot pee poured down on her 36D breasts, staining the white bra into a faint yellow color. Dana leaned forward to feel the shower on her face and spread out her arms to capture every droplet possible. Thirty seconds later, Ash finally finished peeing with a few pleasurable strokes to her clitoris. Wow, that had felt amazing, almost surreal. She had just peed all over her beautiful, nearly naked boss in the middle of a forest! She resisted the temptation to finish herself off right there. Suddenly, there were voices in the distance again. The two women looked at each other and scrambled to gather their belongings. Ash pulled down her skirt and climbed down from the rock, while Dana strategically redressed, tying her jacket around her waist. They quietly hurried away from the wet rock, just before the voices got there- it was time to go home.
  9. Alex Oxford

    A Fantasy Pt. 1

    I blinked. Twice. Three times. My vision slowly came into focus and I found myself staring at a computer screen. Jumbles of names and numbers clustered my vision until my peripheral started to clear. I was sitting at a desk, a half drunk cup of coffee with coffee stains on the rim. Shit, I’ve been here for a while. If I didn’t know any better I would say I was at work. I checked the day. Tuesday. I check the time. 11 AM. Yup, I was definitely at work. I was probably productive until I went into that daze. Probably.... maybe. Wherever I went, I came back now, about an hour before lunch. It sounds good on paper, but it might drag if I don’t get up and stretch my legs. I’m in an office building sorts. Different businesses and companies all shared the same building, a different one on each floor. I happened to be in view of our receptionist. A very pretty receptionist. A very pretty, busty, receptionist. Naturally, I took every opportunity to talk with her, and perhaps get an eyeful of her assets. Shameful, I know. I knew her well enough though, well enough to playfully flirt with her. She knew I liked what I saw, and I’m pretty sure she liked the attention (as if it were in short supply). Lucky for me, it appeared the mail had just come in, and she would likely bring it to my desk before long, if I had anything addressed to me. She too seemed rather restless to stretch her legs it seemed. She had been looking at the clock for the past 20 minutes, squirming in her seat, bouncing her legs up and..... Wait. She has to pee you dummy. Duh. Suddenly I was even more distracted than I had been before. I remember choosing to sit here, exactly here, because of the excellent view I got from behind when she stood. Now I had a little more incentive. As she rocked from side to side however, I heard a faint sound, the slightest sound. Like someone shaking water in a bottle. The busty brunette looked to the clock again, bit her lip, and rocked back and forth. The sloshing continues, like someone stirring water in a bathtub. Slosh, slosh, slosh. An indistinguishable moan passed her lips as the sloshing continued. How the hell could I hear that from here? This was the silliest thing, a girl sloshing her water bottle while she has to- *RING RING* “This is Alex speaking, how can I help you?” I could hardly pay attention though. I was too busy watching the brunette stand up instantly and anxiously, cross her legs and bend forward, conveniently sticking her ass out in my direction. The pleasures of a properly planned seating chart. But a massive *SLOSH* echoed in my ears as she stood and bounced, as if someone were shaking a water bottle like a pair of maracas, her butt jiggling in her pencil skirt as the sloshing continued. The voice of the phone call faded into the distance, as the sloshing noise drowned out the concerned customer. It was so odd, so erotic, I blushed red as this beautiful girl, with dazzling assets, openly pee danced across from my desk, so candidly and publicly, you’d think it was intentional. And the strange sloshing noise seemed to be some sort of soundtrack to her sensual pee dance routine. Perhaps it was her water bottle, the one I haven’t yet seen? She was in incredible shape, maybe stays hydrated. And maybe she has a nervous habit of shaking it around like a rag doll. Yeah, that’s it..... but If that were true, why was I so flustered? She inched forward, edging her way out of the room with a handful of mail. She doubled back however, dropping a few files in her haste. In doing so she turned to face me. She had no water bottle, no camel pack, no gallon jug of liquid she was carrying awkwardly in her hand. Nothing. Yet the sloshing continued. She leaned over, attempting to pick up the fallen files and conveniently exposed an eyeful of cleavage. Plump, generous cleavage that filled her shirt and stretched the seams, the kind of cleavage that made it hard to keep eye contact. Then we made eye contact. I blushed and smiled shyly. She’d caught me looking at her. Shit, so much for being discrete. She simply smiled though, fixed her bra, and shook her head at me, mouthing the words, ‘you’re bad.’ I couldn’t help but give her a playful laugh, and mouthed, ‘I know.’ As if it were an invitation, she gathered her files, and sauntered over to my desk, the click of her heels mixed with the erotic slosh of what could only be the sound of a full bladder at this point. What else could it be!? I blushed, fighting to retain my composure. Thankfully, the cubicle was empty today. Just myself and this goddess in front of me. She got to my desk and instantly crossed her legs. “Whatcha doin?” She teased, leaning over the wall of the cubicle as her breasts leaned with her. “Taking selfies for my lifestyle blog, want to be my special guest?” “You know I love selfies.” She smiled, slapping my shoulder. I pulled up my phone, and she bent down to pose with me, hissing through her teeth. The perfect time to take the picture. “Hey, I wasn’t ready!” She laughed, crossing her legs tightly as the slosh of her bladder echoed in the air. “What? I thought that was my cue!” “Nooooo!” She laughed, crossing and uncrossing her legs. “I just have to pee.... soooo bad!” She sighed, stepping in place. The sloshing continued. “I can tell!” I said, for some stupid reason. “Is it really that obvious?” She asked, a silly smile crossing her face as she bounced up and down. “It’s super obvious actually. You look like you’re about to pee your pants!” “I really am,” she giggled back, “I’ve been holding it since before work started!” “Now why would you do that?” I asked. “I don’t know. Guess I just never got around to it.” She winked, crossing her legs. She bounced, and I heard the slosh once more. My heart stopped. Why did she wink at me? That certainly wasn’t wink worthy in any other conversation, why me? Why NOW? And WHY is her bladder so full I can hear it!? “Well, are you planning on going anytime soon?” I asked. “Hmmmm.... eventually.” She mused, still pee dancing in front of me. “I was kind of falling asleep over there, so ironically enough, It’s helping me stretch my legs-” My raging erection would be impossible to hide in a minute. “- and I’m not sure if you’ve tried to go to sleep, but you had to pee really bad? It doesn’t work. You’re up all night!-” She wringing the edges of her pencil skirt with one hand. I was probably drooling at this point, I don’t quite remember.... “- and dancing in heels is supposed to be a good workout. Any kind of dance!” She giggled, raising her leg up and pressing her thigh into her crotch. “If you start looking any better no ones gonna get any work done around here!” I teased, watching her legs on fascination. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” “I might.” “Am I distracting you?” “Just a little...” “Is it the pee thing?” “It’s a little bit the pee thing.” “What’s so distracting about it?” Still pacing in place. One leg, then the other. Back, and forth, back, and forth..... For me it was common sense. A gorgeous girl desperate to pee is about as exotic as it gets. As her thighs raised rhythmically off the ground, clicking her heels on the floor, her bladder sloshing in my ears, I cracked. I broke. I came clean, it’s the honest thing to do after all. “I’m not sure how to describe it.” “Try me!” She giggled, raising her thigh once more. “Have you never seen a girl desperate to pee before?” “Well.... not really. Not like you. It’s like.... you don’t see girls having to pee really bad ever day, unless you’re a bouncer at a bar. I’m not that lucky.” ”Lucky?” She said curiously. ”Wait now, lemme finish! Even then, you don’t see them dance around, like, urgently. And I guess it’s just that, you’re this gorgeous girl, and you have to pee, and you’re dancing around in front of me, and you won’t go pee. Not because you can’t go pee, but because you won’t go pee. It’s just, exotic I guess.....” I hesitated, but knew I had to continue. “.....And then there’s this sloshing noise that I hear every time you dance around, and that’s really distracting too.” “Ohhhh. That!” She giggled as she curtsied with quivering thighs. “I think you’re just hearing my pee slosh around inside my bladder.” She gestures toward her little bladder bulge. “Yeah, I kinda figured. At least I know I’m not hearing things!” She bent forward with he hands in her crotch, squeezing tightly. “I have to pee so bad you can hear it. Funny right? It happens every now and then. But no one else has ever heard it though. I mean, maybe someone else has, but I’ve had to pee pretty bad plenty of times in my life. And like, I’ve seen a few people glance my way as they walked by me, or from across the room, but you’re the only person I’ve ever talked to that’s actually heard it.” “That’s comforting, oddly enough. So I’m not crazy?” “No, you’re just a pervert.” She teased sticking her tongue out at me. “What!? You wanted to know!” “That’s true, I did.” “No kink shaming in this cubicle!” “I know, I’m teasing. I’m just flattered you think I’m exotic!” “You were exotic before-“ *SPURT* “What was that?” “What was what?” “That spurting sound?” “Ohhh, you can hear that huh?” She giggled, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them. Tightly. “Ummmm, yes!” “You have good ears.” “What was it??” “You really want to know??” “YES!” I said urgently. I knew what it was. But I wanted her to say it. I needed her to say it. She didn’t though. She just stood there and smiled at me. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, and smiled at me. She squirmed, and writhed, and I watched. She watched me watch her, eyeing he squirming legs, her bladder bulge, and indulging with her full bladder, right in front of me. “You like this huh?” She teased, raising a plump thigh to waist level again. “I love this actually.” “Well guess what?” *SPURT* *SPURT* A trickle of pee ran down her inner thigh, stopping as it met her heel. “I’m peeing my pants Alex.” “I can see that.” “Not because I can’t go to the bathroom.....” *SPUUUURT* This time, a longer spurt, leaving drops of urine on the carpet as it spattered down her leg. “.... But because I won’t.” “This is incredible.” “Do you want to watch Alex?” “I would love to.” “I have to make it look like an accident though-“ *spuuuuurt* “-is that okay with you?” I nodded yes furiously. It was most definitely okay with me. “Okay. So I’m going to be pee dancing, sloshing away, from cubicle to cubicle. I still have all this mail to hand out. Maybe I’ll make it through, maybe I won’t. Who knows? But everyone in this office will know that I have to pee tremendously bad, so it doesn’t look like a private show.” “I’d like one of those one day.” “One thing at a time horny boy.” She teased, collecting herself. “I recommend you watch the show, most people like you don’t get a show like this. Ever!” She winked. And I watched. I watched her hips saunter away, her bursting bladder echoing in my ears, as she went from cubicle to cubicle, passing out the mail that she should’ve passed out probably 20 minutes ago. She did every move in the book. She wiggled her hips around, stepped from foot to foot, marched in place, and even placed her hands over the torrent of pee that was leaking out of her by the second. *SLOSH, SPURT, SLOSH, SPURT* Each step she took brought her closer to flooding her cute pencil skirt, and sending pee down her legs, pooling on the floor beneath her. I was bright red, my face burning with lust and envy. This beautiful girl was about to completely and totally piss her pants. And she was going to do it for me too. It sounds so weird, saying it to myself. A beautiful girl pissed her pants for me. She held her pee deliberately, passed up every opportunity to go to the bathroom, and now she was prancing around with a full bladder for my pleasure. Words can’t describe the lust I felt in this moment. It was simply ecstasy. The sloshing of her bladder around the office began to crescendo, like the swells of an ocean rocking and slamming against a boat, seconds from capsizing. She passed my desk, completely frantic, The sound of rushing water filling my ears. *triiiiiiicccckllllleeeee* She was stepping frantically on the spot, a pee stain on the front and back of her skirt, where she had already leaked as she pranced around the office attempting to finish her job. I could see pee steadily trickling from the crotch of her skirt, running through clenched hands, snaking down her legs, and pooling in a tiny piddle puddle at her feet. “I’m peeing Alex, I can’t hold it anymore. I’m seconds from bursting all over the floor.” “I know.” “Do you want me to do it here?” “You can hold it a little longer.” “Alex, I really can’t. I’m literally peeing right now.” “Okay. Well can I make one last request then?” “As long as it doesn’t involve me moving any further than this cubicle.” “I can work with that.” She smiled. Her face red with effort, thighs quivering, she walked into my cubicle and stood knock kneed next to my chair. “Can I put my hands around your waist?” “I would love for you to put your hands around my waist Alex.” I walked closer to her quivered, desperate body, writhing in place, and calmly placed my hands on her delicious hips. She relaxed for just a moment, her rigid posture easing with my touch. “Is that better?” “Much better.” “Good....” All at once, with her body pressed against mine, I pressed on her bladder.... *WHOOOSH* Like someone turning on a sink, or more accurately, the rushing water of a shower faucet, pee sprayed from underneath her skirt, running down her legs like a waterfall, and splattering all over my cubicle. The shins of my pant leg were also caught in the flood, pee dripping onto my leg and covering my shoes. I looked her in the eyes, and the pitter patter of pee hitting the ground was a perfect soundtrack to the bliss that crossed her face, the face of a gorgeous woman avidly pissing herself in front of me. Bliss turned to arousal as she bit her lip. I kissed her passionately, moving my hands from her bladder to her ass. I squeezed her closer to me by her ass cheeks, immersing myself in our sensual exchange to the sound of her glorious accident. ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... And then I woke up. A guy can dream can’t he? ?
  10. This happened a few months back. I regularly fly Bristol to Edinburgh . It's always the last flight of the night and often full of drunken hen/stag parties. Edinburgh is a cool place to go out i guess. This particular evening, the flight was delayed by a good three hours (nothing unusual there). That meant a whole plane load of people sat with not much to do but drink at the bar. I admit, I had more than usual. A good 7 pints. And my seal was well and truly broken. I was peeing every 30-35 minutes. Nor was I alone in this. A hen party, typical in it's loudness and pink tee shirts were keeping a constant stream up of increasingly drunk women to the bar and to the toilets. Eventually though they called our flight. Everyone cheered and headed to the gate. My normal habit at this point is for one last trip to the loo. I know they call it typically 30-45 minutes before you even get on the plane. It might be 60-90 minutes before you can go again. I didn't think of that this time. I had gone to the loo only 15 min before so was convinced I was ok. As we stood around the departure gate the first thing I noticed was that our plane hadn't even landed from its previous flight. In fact it could be seen out the window on final approach. The second thing was the lack of a toilet. Which i knew about but somehow forgot. 7 Pints. At first it wasn't a problem but I could defiantly feel the need. A steady growing in pressure. Not too fussed i thought, I'm a big boy, I can handle this. By the time the previous flight had departed and the plane had been turned around I was at the dancing stage. A very slow shuffle, not quite holding myself but not far off. Around me were people in a similar plight. Especially the Hen party. There was about 12 of them in total, most in jeans and the hen shirts. They were a bit ahead of me in the mass of people but several of them could be heard complaining loudly. The wait, the lack off loos, the lack of a bar, the lack of loos, the slowness of the stewardesses, the lack of loos etc. Despite my own desperate and growing need, I was getting interested. A bit of dancing and a particularly attractive 30 something blond holding herself over her jeans gyrating on the spot. Finally the doors opened though and we spilled out into the night to board. The cold night. Hit me like a rock and I could tell several others were the same. We piled onto the plane, the stewardesses herding us to our seats as fast as they could. I was near the front and in the row ahead of the hen party. Including the desperate blond. As we settled in I was more desperate than ever. The seat next to me was free (I was on the isle) so I was able to grab and hold myself without being too obvious but I was truly desperate. Thoughts of a fateful festival wetting were dancing in my head. I was sure I was about to humiliate myself. As we taxied and the stewardess was delivering the safety demonstration I was locked into a thousand yard state and slow deep breaths trying not to go. I did see her notice my situation and I'm sure I got a sympathetic smile. Behind me I could hear the blonds friends whispering encouragement and telling her to keep holding. We took off, the bumpy runway doing nothing for my need. Got to cruise height. The stewardesses were up preparing the service now. I was simply staring at the seat-belt sign as if willpower alone would make it go out. Then it happened. The ding rang though the cabin as it went out. Behind me I could hear the blond gasp in relief but she was too slow. I was up and moving before she even had her belt off. It wasn't without cost. I was stating to leak a bit now. In-between the waves of pressure, every slight easing causing a dribble. My pants were going to be wet, but my jeans still felt dry. I hobbled, looking like some desperate toddler, right to the front. The sympathetic stewardess saw me coming and stood aside as i practically jumped into the single toilet in the fwd end of the cabin. I could hear and see the blond groan in displeasure as I shut the door in her face. As I was facing the door and away from the toilet I simply pulled my jeans and pants down, sat and burst. God, did it feel good. Even I I peed I was checking my pants. The groin area was wet but not saturated. When I finally finished (to the sound of the blond knocking none stop) i quickly dried my crotch area of my leaks and pulled up my cloths. A quick check confirmed my jeans were dry. A few seconds to wash my hands and flush. Even as I unlocked the door it was practically ripped out of my hands. I shuffled out and the blond shuffled in. There it was. A dark wet patch around her crotch and, as she pushed past me, her bum. And it was growing. Streaks down her legs to he knees before the door slammed shut. After a few seconds her moan of release was heard over the distinct sound of a bladder in full release. Embarrassed, I looked at the stewardess who shrugged at me. I guess she sees all sorts in that job. I felt sorry for the poor woman but I was just glad I hadn't wet myself on a crowded plane. I made it back to my seat (several of the blonds friends glaring at me for stealing the loo first). When she returned a few moments later the blond was clearly mortified. It looks like she hadn't actually made it at all. The wet streaks were to mid calf and her entire ass was soaked. Most likely she simply sat on the loo and peed in her jeans. She was followed to her seat by a few mutters and comments but it was her friends that were the worst. Several laughed at her even as they were jumping up desperately to go themselves. The one sat beside her commented loud enough for several to hear that she shouldn't drink if she couldn't handle it. To the blonds credit, she countered with something along the lines of, "not my first time, probably not my last. And given her friends track record for accidents, was she expecting to make the end of the hen weekend dry" that did shut her and her friends up. I was glad of that at least as I couldn't help but feel a little responsible for her wet state. Even, as I absolutely. Loved. Every. Second. Off it.
  11. (This is my first interactive story ever) Before we can get started, let's choose the girl's name, her sexual orientation, her hair's color, her bladder's size etc. 1.Girl's name: a)Natalie b)Hanna c)Scarlett d)Jasmine 2.Sexual orientation: a)straight b)bisexual c)lesbian 3.Hair color: a)redhead b)blonde c)brunette 4.Bladder's size: a)small b)medium c)large
  12. Alex Oxford

    female A Fantasy, Pt. 2

    Hey guys, So this is part 2 of a series of stories I’ve been working on, and I gave absolutely zero exposition on my last post. The premise is somewhat self explanatory, but I neglected to mention a few things. It’s a series of “what if” scenarios that I wanted to flesh out into full on erotic narratives. They’re either loosely or heavily based on real experiences I’ve had. You’ll know which was which I think! But it’s also loosely based on my personal journey of accepting my desires, and being comfortable sharing them. There’s this juxtaposition of fantasy vs reality that I wanted to explore, and I would love to hear what you guys think! If you’d like to check out the first story, the link is right here: I broke “Part 2” into multiple posts, to make it more readable! WARNING: “Part 2” is mainly messing oriented. I’ll mark the area where the messing begins. If it’s not your cup of tea, skip to the end 🙂 there will be some pee desperation in the next post! ********** I blinked. Twice. Three times. What the hell am I looking at? I squint closer, analyzing the various graphs and formulas dotting my paper. A review of a few word problems confirmed my suspicions: I was in economics class. That’s right, I remember now. Economics class; that one class I constantly came late to, and consistently missed altogether. I should really learn to care more, because it’s all adding up. The semester was halfway over, and I think I missed the midterm entirely. I check my phone for the date. Yup, I missed my fucking midterm. Dammit. Fucking dammit. Apparently it had happened two days ago, the last time the class met. Shit. I was going to need a good ass excuse if I was planning on any attempt to redeem myself. The muffled speech slowly became coherent as the professor prepared to dismiss the class. I looked around, thankfully surrounded by people seemingly just as disinterested as me, and even more eager to leave, more than a few other students seemingly restless in their seats.... Everyone seemed to be staring at the clock as time slowly crawled by. The droning lecture on microeconomics, soon enough, had finally come to a close. Being at the back of the class, I had little ability to compete with the students at the front of the class for Professor Cormacks Q/A time. Naturally, I took the opportunity to get some fresh air in the halls outside. Or rather, fidget idly on my phone without feeling judged by the person behind me. I became distinctly aware of a clicking sound echoing through the hall, growing in volume as it got closer. *click, clack, click, clack* Normally, this just means a girl in heels was strolling down the halls, livening the echoing chambers of said building with her trendy but perhaps impractical wardrobe, particularly for the kind of walking you did on a college campus. But as I eyed the figure rounding the corner, I quickly realized she was definitely not a student. A tan, voluptuous brunette in a figure hugging grey dress and matte black heels strode down the hall, with a swinging gait. Her Mediterranean features suggested Middle Eastern descent, and her mature, developed face and frame suggested mid- thirties. There’s no way she was a student. I smiled genuinely at her as she passed, and she smiled back. “Hi!” She said. “Hi!” I chimed back happily. “Are you in Professor Cormacks class?” “Uhhh, yes I am! Sorry, don’t know why I had to think about that!” I laughed. “Hahaha! No it’s fine! Trust me, I know what economics can do to the brain after an hour and a half!” “Is that why you’re showing up late today?” I asked humorously, nodding towards the open door of the classroom. “Haha! No, I’m not a student. We share office space here. Is he available?” “Ummm, last time I checked he was taking a lot of questions. Technically I’m the last in line.” “Oh! I guess I’ll just get in line behind you.” She smiled sweetly. Why she was getting in line behind me, I didn’t know. But of course, I returned the smile. How else could any sane man reply to such a beautiful- *gurrrgllleee* I heard a low rumbling noise. Simultaneously, she crossed her legs, and I flinched a little. I couldn’t help but flinch slightly at the sudden sound of a low pitched rumbling. The smile waned from her face slightly, turning into one of light concern. “Is something wrong?” I asked. *gurrrggglllleee* “No no! I’m just feeling a bit jittery right now.” She said. I gave her a quizzical look. Both the odd rumbling and her curious comment had piqued my interest, and I couldn’t help but feel that flustered look on her face was more than just the common jitters. We waited for what felt like 5 minutes, soon going on 10 minutes. The woman appeared to be growing a little impatient, shifting from foot to foot slightly before crossing her legs. “I’m Alex by the way.” The woman seemed to be caught off guard by my continued interest in conversation. But now I was working my charm. My smile of pleasantness turned into a smile of engagement and interest. My sudden change in demeanor prompted a change in hers too. She returned with a mutual smile of interest, and seemed to purr the name “Aliyah.” “What do you do here Aliyah?” “I teach a Sociology.” “You weren’t feeling Econ?” “Haha, oh no! I’m much more of a people person than a numbers person. Besides, I had to take economics in this same building when I went here and it was a nightmare.” “Oh! You’re an alumni huh?” *Guuurrgggllleee* She made a face, and crossed her legs, tensing her thighs. Shake it off Alex. “I am actually! Class of 2012!” “Well at least I have something to look forward to, you look like you’re doing pretty good for yourself!” “Haha! Well a girl can try!” *bubblerumblechurn* Aliyah did something of a stutter step, stepping lightly in the same spot. She rubbed her thighs against each other as she conspicuously glanced at the bathrooms down the hall. “You sure you’re okay?” “Oh yeah I’m fine! I just....” she hesitated for a moment, but quickly seemed to brush off her reservations as she placed a hand delicately over her gurgling tummy. “I had too much coffee I think.” She confessed with a shy smile. I blushed. “Well I uhhh.... I hope that won’t be a problem for you!” I said, glancing at her legs slightly. She must’ve have seen my glance, as she gave cute, knowing smile upon my returning her gaze. “I don’t think I should have any problems.” She giggled, “I just need to call it quits on the coffee and I should be fine.” I felt myself blush again, probably unnecessarily. Just a pretty girl who’s had too much coffee. What’s the big deal? Lots of people have too much coffee..... *gurrrrglllleeeee* She seemed to tense up, and glanced conspicuously towards the restrooms again. She tapped her foot lightly, and pressed her butt against the wall. She winced ever so slightly. *grrrggllleee* “I can save your spot if you need to.... uhhhh....” I blushed. She looked at me inquisitively, but then smiled wryly. She seemed to understand what I was asking. “No Alex, I’ll be fine. I have no problem waiting.” She said with a clever, teasing expression, her legs firmly crossed. “Besides, you shouldn’t ask a lady those kinds of questions!” My blush deepened, and I felt myself burn a bright red. Of course, in a world like this, I had the overwhelming and irrational feeling that she knew I wanted to see her desperate, and hopefully see her soil her sexy dress. But as if to answer my restless mind, she simply commented, “Thank you though, I know you’re only trying to help.” She smiled reassuringly. Before I could say anything else, the last student left the classroom, leaving me next in line. ”You can go ahead of me.” ”Are you sure?” ”Of course! I’m still trying to think of a good excuse!” ”Hahaha! Try ‘the dog ate my homework,’ that always worked for me.” ”More like ‘the dog ate my midterm,’ actually.” I sighed, suddenly reminded of a more pressing predicament. ”Oh! You missed your midterm?” ”Yeah.... and I don’t have a dog either.” She laughed, loudly. Her laughter filled the halls of the building, and for a moment, I felt comforted this beautiful woman thought that I was so funny. She might have been laughing at me instead of with me, but I chose willful ingnorance this time around. She looked at me, and the gears seemed to be turning behind her dark brown eyes. ”Maybe I can help you.” She said. ”How?” Before I could say anything else, she walked past me into the classroom, where the professor still sat idly in his chair as the break was winding down. I couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of my eye. She was trying to help me, which was incredibly nice of her. But she also had an awesome body that I couldn’t stop looking at. To make matters worse, I was 99.9% sure she need to.... go. Lust was driving me to further confirm what my gut feeling was already telling me to be true. *rumbbbllleeee* The brunette teacher crossed her legs and stood by his desk as they chatted. She swiveled her hips lightly from side to side. Subtle, soft movements, until- *GURGLE* The brunette bent forward slightly, and raised a leg off the ground behind her. Her butt cheeks clenched visibly. I gulped, and bit my lip with adrenaline fueled lust. What happened last time was happening again. Aliyah continued to stand there, swaying her hips too and fro to suppress her need. I blushed from arousal, watching her her thing waistline and massive ass circle in a figure 8, slowly, deliberately..... I only wished I could stay and enjoy the show a little longer. As “Not a problem Mr. Cormack, I can get those to your grader later today. Is there anything else I can help you with?” *gurgle* She clenched. Her shoulders appeared somewhat stiff. “Alex!” The professors voice woke me from my doldrums. “Yes Professor?” “You missed the midterm didn’t you?” I gulped. What was a lustful fantasy was quickly becoming a nightmare. But this is why I’m here, I need to face the music. “Uhhh.... yes sir, I did. I was actually here to talk to you about that.” “I’m glad to see you being so proactive.” He chuckled, “I got your email, I’m aware of the circumstances. Lucky for you, Miss Aliyah here is available for you to take your makeup exam.” My heart skipped a beat as I looked at her, her legs crossed and her hands pressed against her thighs, but with a warm, unbothered smile. “We’ve met!” She said warmly. “Excellent! Here is the exam Alex, feel free to follow Aliyah to her office.” “Of course, thank you Mr. Cormack!” Aliyah smiles again, and proceed to walk towards her office, down the hallway and to the right. I followed in close pursuit. I couldn’t take my eyes off her massive ass, her cheeks sliding back and forth in her tight gray dress. *gurrrgleee churnnnn* Oh, and that too. There was that. The restrooms were approaching on our left. I saw her glance briefly at them, but just as confidently as she had declined a visit earlier, she declined one now. She walked right past the bathrooms, and I could feel myself getting hard, knowing she’d have to wait even longer. “My office is right down this hall Alex!” “Thanks!” ”Also, you’re welcome.” ”I didn’t say thank you already?” “No, I don’t think so.” ”Well thank you Miss Aliyah.” ”Please, call me Aliyah.” ”Well Aliyah, thanks for making me a lucky guy!” I said, with a hint of suggestion. She laughed, and looked towards me with a cute smile. “Luck has nothing to do with it.” She teased. I took a gamble, “So what do I owe it to? Your way with words? I’m sure he has a hard time saying no to you.” She giggled shyly, “Flattery will get you nowhere!” “Oh come on, I’m sure you’re used to the attention.” She glanced at me with an almost flirty smile, and said, “Maybe.” I liked where this was going. We passed a coffee machine. I couldn’t resist. “Hey Aliyah?” “Yes?” “You mind if I get a coffee here real quick?” “Oh sure, no problem!” “What do you recommend?” I asked her. She seemed to be thinking for a minute. She showed some resolve, and walked over to the machine, pointing to the caramel macchiato. “That ones my favorite. I’ve been drinking that all afternoon!” “Great, I’ll help myself then!” I chimed, but somewhat mischievously, I asked, “Would you like one too?” She gave me a interested look, with the intention of politely declining. But perhaps the tone of my voice required a different response, with a slight smile. “No thank you Alex. If you recall, I’ve actually had too much coffee.” She giggled, crossing her legs. “Oh come on, I can’t help but feel like I’ve.... inconvenienced you?” I suggested, vaguely. A more knowing smile crept across her face. We had already broken decorum a few times, what was one more right? “Oh, I see.....” she said, with a thoughtful smile. *gurrrglleeee* She hunched over ever so slightly, and pressed a hand into her thigh. She sighed, and looked at me. “Is it that obvious?” “Ummmm.... well, just to me, I don’t know about everyone else.” She giggled, “Oh, you’re the expert then huh?” “Well, no....” I countered, “But I know coffee, and I couldn’t help but put two and two together.” “Well,” she said, a wan smile now permanently spread across her lips, “As I told you before, I have no problem waiting to take care of my.... needs.... especially if there’s something else I need to do first.” She thought for a second, considering her next words, before carefully saying, “coffee, now coffee kind of.... speeds things along.... it makes it difficult for me to wait longer, and I end up getting really uncomfortable and really..... obvious.... like right now.” She said, as she stood with her legs crossed and hand over her gurgling stomach. “So.... do you still think I could use another cup?” She giggled, suggestively. I’m no fool. This wasn’t realistic. But I didn’t care. How could I possibly waste another opportunity like this? It’s time to go big or go home. “Yes, I do.... it’s been a long day, I think we could both use the energy.” I smiled back just as suggestively, having already purchased the coffee. As I handed it to her, she sighed, giving me another one of those knowing smiles, but this time, knowing far more than she had before “All right, if you insist. But just to warn you, I may be a little uncomfortable, and you’re going to have to deal with that!” She giggled, shuffling her thighs back and forth. “You better not take long on this test, or you’re in trouble!” She giggled, though nervously. The gentleman in me enjoyed the banter, but the naughtiness in me had every intention of taking their time. If this was the same as last time.... What did I have to lose?
  13. BurstingStory

    female The New Law

    The clouds slowly faded away, as the looming skyscrapers of the city came into view. Erica could not wait to return home, after spending a whole year studying abroad, away from all of her friends and family. She had just completed her coursework, and now got to return home for the first time in a year. Being a college student, she maintained constant contact with everyone she knew, but it never quite was the same experience as being back in her home country. However, the first thing Erica needed, was to find a bathroom. She absolutely hated airplane bathrooms, and being in the tight cramped quarter made her quite nervous. She drank several bottles of water on the flight, along with a few alcoholic beverages. Since it was an international flight, it had been nearly twelve hours since Erica last went to the bathroom, and now she was becoming quite desperate. Since she would be arriving at the gate, she knew there would be restrooms as soon as she exited, and she could simply stop by before heading off to customs. The sound of the airplane gear dropping could be heard, and Erica tightly gripped the armrest, as the rough jolt of landing made her jump slightly. Erica could feel her bladder being pressed hardly by the tight seat belt, and the rapid deceleration did her no favors in terms of holding her pee in. However, as soon as it started, the landing was over, and the plane began to slowly taxi towards the gate. Erica sighed and relaxed, as she felt the plane slow up, and finally stop. The cabin lights turned off, and the front door of the cabin opened. Passengers immediately began to stand up and reach for their overhead bags, in a rush to get off of the plane as fast as possible. Erica stood up, and picked up her backpack from under her seat. She removed her blond her in front of her face, and tucked it behind her, as she stepped into the aisle, and deplaned. With a quick pep in her step, Erica made her way off of the jet-way, and into the terminal. She was immediately greeted with a cold blast of air conditioning, a far cry from the hot and stuffy airplane. Looking around, Erica found a sign for the restrooms, which was conveniently on the way towards the custom booths. She was almost there, and she could feel her bladder torment her by the second! Erica looked up expectantly at the sign for the women's restrooms, only to find the door shut and a note taped up on the door. She walked closer and began to read the note quietly to herself. "Due to the new law, this bathroom will be inoperable for the near future. We apologize for the inconvenience." The note read, and Erica stared at it quite puzzled. "What new law?" She pondered to herself, as she descended down a staircase towards the customs booth. Luckily, there were many booths open, and the line moved quite swiftly. Erica soon came up to the booth, and handed the officer her passport. The officer was a young man, not much older than Erica, and he looked quite bored at his job. "Excuse me...what is this...new law? There was a sign on a bathroom door that mentioned it...but what is it exactly?" Erica asked, genuinely curious. "Have you not heard? There was a law passed a few months ago...all female public bathrooms are now closed...apparently it's to save money. At least that's what the politicians say." The officer replied nonchalantly, unaware of Erica's plight. "So...are you telling me, that the only place I can use the restroom, is in my own home?" Erica asked, beginning to sweat nervously. "Yes...that is correct. So if you have to go...you're going to have to hold it until you get home."
  14. Chapter 1 (FYI loosely based on an old episode of an old tv show) Alex’s tan athletic body laid across her beds silk white sheets. In those dark short shorts her legs spread out to let breeze flow between the crotch. Her white t shirt strayed well across her small but ample chest. Hair tied up, she flinched as she felt a jolt hit her bladder, making her sexy legs squeeze together on instinct. She brushed it off for the time being. Liz, who slept across the hall from Alex had a little more weight on her but boy did it look awesome. Her white legs may have had flab, but her white panties shaped well over her ass, and tight white t shirt brought out her big boobs that took attention away from her amazing blonde hair. She was fast asleep, not yet aware of her bladder which was so full her tummy stuck out. Ashley was a tall, tan model wearing nothing but a tight black bra over her huge chest, and black panties that brought eyes to her crotch and ass whenever she did a magazine photo shoot or walked on the beach. She slept next to her boyfriend, Kevin, also tall, and the body of a hot athlete. “Morning,” he said as he wiped her dark hair from her face. Ashley flinched as she felt all the drinks from last nights after party expand her bladder, plugging herself with her fingers quickly which turned on Kevin. She squeezed her legs as she rubbed off the need to pee like hell feelings as she didn’t want to leave her comfy bed yet. Each of the three house friends (Kevin spent the night) that one of the two bathrooms was being renovated and out of commission for the time being. “Don’t want to get up yet,” Ashley said smiling and kissing Kevin. Kevin felt his massive need to piss though! He got up as he watched his girlfriend fall back asleep, and made his way out of bed, into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Alex meanwhile at that point had been squirming around under her sheets for sometime, and did not want to wet the bed. Her bladder in pain, she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. “Christ,” She said as she rushed, annoyed with her pulsing bladder. She reached the bathroom door and tried to push it open, alas, it was occupied. She wrestled with the handle and knocked. “Um...hello?” She asked in a worried and awkward tone. “I’ll be done soon,” said Kevin. Alex bounced in place and shook her head letting out a breath of grief. Sighing because of her explosive bladder feeling like it was pushing out her sides. She crossed her legs and her foot waddled. She heard one of the doors in the hall open, and Liz rushes out with her sexy long and thick legs together. In nothing but her white shirt and too small sized panties. She reached for the door but Alex pushed her back. “Hey hey hey!” Alex said. “Me first!” Liz threw her arms up wanted to swear like crazy as she literally felt she might lose it any second. Her belly hurting so bad from her full bladder she felt queasy, let her tongue hang out drooling like a dog begging. A sexy gold one that is. She turned to the other bathroom but stopped remembering quickly it was out of order. She felt her bladder feeling like it would rip apart stretching so bad. Hurt so bad she tipped over a little at her waist. “Oooooh,” Liz moaned, pushing her hands against her crotch, her feet kicking back one after the other. She would kick on foot back and keep it floated as she bounced, then repeated the process with the next foot and so on in torment. Ashley, in her room laying in bed, could not stop squirming around or uncross her legs. She got up without grabbing her robe, and headed out the bedroom door for the bathroom in only her black bra and panties. To be continued
  15. Red Simpson

    A Fantasy Adventure

    Greeting everyone this is my first ever interactive story it's set in a world far away from us and in time long forgotten filled with luscious green fields, busy towns, deep oceans and volcanic underworlds. Now the character is female, over 18 and can use a sword and a bow but everything else (looks personality ect.) will be yours to choose....Also as well as a bladder counter their will be a trust and drunkenness counter, as we go through the story our character will gain and lose trust on us (as a observer characters.) and can get drunk which could create some funny or awkward scenes for our hero. One final point before I let you guys create a character if anyone has any kind of art skill do feel free to post them on here, I've seen some of the work that people have done and it's amazing and it would give us a better insight to this world and our character. Thanks so much and now.....CREATE!!!! let your imaginations run free. Just as a quick edit the character will be wearing a kind of short skirted tunic and tights with some form of boots and is naked when she goes to bed.
  16. Hi again all, It's been a while but I have been trying to find time to write the second chapter about Alice. If you missed it, chapter one is here. Massive thanks for the positive feedback from posters on my previous chapter. Hope you enjoy this one! I don't get much time, but i'll try to follow this up when I can! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice stood on the street, tapping her foot subconsciously as she stared at the building. From the outside, it was nothing special. Just a typical dilapidated old warehouse in East London that had seen a revival in recent years, with investors flooding the area as it became fashionable. 'I should have bought a place here ten years ago, it would have quadrupled in price by now' Alice thought as she stared. She hadn't been sure she would come back to this building. Her past experience here had been completely unexpected and entirely new to her. Although the high salary was extremely appealing, Alice had always thought of herself as rather 'normal', sexually. What happened here the week before had been so far out of her comfort zone that afterwards she had sworn to herself she wouldn't go back. That was five days ago. Since then, there had been very little she was able to think about except for the feeling of utter and complete desperation she had felt, combined with the extremely erotic way she had been touched by another woman. Alice had been more turned on than she could ever remember that afternoon, and she had remained so for the last five days, no matter how many times she told herself to ignore it. Alice had never been one for 'self pleasuring'. She had always seen it as extremely embarassing, even when her friends talked about it. The last five days she had come closer than ever before to giving it a try. She was finding the constant tingling and dampness between her legs almost unbearable. Added to that, every time she needed to pee she had become so uncontrollably aroused that she had to go and pee immediately or her legs would start to go weak as she tried to hold it in. That was exactly what was happening now. Her first day in the Omobar, as a paid member of staff. A very well paid member. Her bladder felt uncomfortable. She would normally have gone to the bathroom an hour before, at least, but she had been told to turn up needing to pee, and here she was. Tapping her foot on the pavement and building up the courage to enter. 'Here we go then' she muttered, and strode across the road, pushing the buzzer. The door swung open after a few minutes and she walked down the stairs. A friendly face greeted her at the elevator. "Hi Alice, welcome back," Sophie said with a smile showing her perfect teeth. She wore a short, figure hugging pink dress which showed off her curves beautifully, her hair falling in ringlets over prominent and poorly concealed breasts. "Thanks!" replied Alice, blushing a little as she took in the gorgeous figure in front of her. 'What is wrong with me at the moment? Everything is turning me on like crazy" she thought to herself angrily. 'Behave like a professional for god's sake' They got into the lift and descended to the floor below. "Changing rooms," smiled Sophie, noticing Alice's questioning glance. She hadn't been to this floor during the last visit. The doors slid open and Alice looked around. It was like a changing room at a fancy gym, except with the notable absence of toilets. She squeezed her thighs together and rose onto tiptoes for a moment. "Need to pee?" Sophie asked "Pretty badly" Alice replied with a weak smile, resuming her leg tapping. "Well the clients should be here in about half an hour, so not too much waiting. Time to get changed! Drink this." Sophie handed her one of the mysterious cocktails she had been served at her interview. "What should I wear?" Alice sipped her cocktail, feeling nervous that the outfits she had brought were not glamorous enough "Everything is here in your locker, don't worry" Sophie replied, with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. "It's just me and you tonight, only two clients. Should be great fun!" Alice surprised herself by feeling slightly disappointed. She realised she had been hoping that Rachel would be there, with her full, wet mouth and probing, soft, sensual fingers... She stopped herself and realised she had been about to touch herself through her skirt just thinking about it. Blushing a deep red she turned around and sat down on a bench, pressing the edge of it into her crotch and wriggling on it to stop her need to pee being quite so severe. "Sorry, I..." She said, red faced. "Don't worry," replied the brunette. "I was the same when I started. Had to make myself cum about 8 times a day for the first month just to calm myself down." She winked slowly at Alice and looked her up and down, which only served to increase Alice's arousal. "Oh, I don't... erm... No, I haven't..." Alice chuckled bashfully, unsure of what to say when faced with such a brazen admission. "Shut up!" Sophie replied with her mouth open. "You haven't touched yourself since last week??" "I've never.. erm... never done that!" Alice muttered under her breath, finishing her cocktail with a slurp. "Shit, girl, you must be going out of your mind. This place is the sexiest place I've ever been, and your interview was one of the sexiest things i've ever seen! How could you stand not cumming after that?!" "It's been... difficult" Sophie looked long and hard at the wriggling girl and after a few moments, said "I've got just the thing for you tonight. Get dressed." Alice stood up with an effort, clenching her pee hole closed, and pulled a dress identical to Sophie's but in black out of the locker. 'What the hell was in the drink??' she thought to herself for the second time that week. She undressed slowly, being careful not to jolt her bladder. Her top and bra came off with her legs crossed, but she had to twist her skirt to unzip it and it put awful pressure on her bladder. "Fuck, not yet!" she moaned, sliding her legs frantically past each other as she buried her hand in her crotch. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood there in black lace panties, hand in her crotch, as she tried to decide the best way to get the dress on without pissing in it before the night had even started. "You are so beautiful" Said Sophie, coming round from behind the lockers. "And damn sexy when you hold yourself. Is it that bad already?" Alice nodded and whimpered. She had drunk a lot of water and two mugs of tea before coming just in case she didn't need to pee enough.It was all hitting her at once now and she collapsed to her knees, sitting on her heel, grinding it into her crotch. Together, they squeezed Alice into the dress. It felt way too tight around her bladder and she didn't dare get up. There was no room for a bra under the dress and Alice was sitting on her heel so there was no way to get the dress past her hips without her standing. "OK, ready?" Said Sophie, who had started to wriggle around herself. "One, two.... three" Alice clenched as hard as she could, stood up, and her hand flew to her crotch. She had gotten so desperate so quickly again, but this time after the last five days of sexual denial, she was also getting uncontrollably horny. This was easily the most desperate she had been since her interview, and it seemed, now, that desperation was directly linked to arousal. Even just with her hand in her crotch, not moving, on the outside of her panties she felt her legs getting weak and her breath becoming shallow, her face reddening. "No, no" Sophie intervened. "Not yet beautiful," Alice was returned to the real world and realised she had her eyes closed and was leaning against the lockers. She looked down at herself, dress hiked up around her hips, hand on her small panties. She blushed again. "Sorry, I... I don't know what..." Sophie stepped over so she was within an inch of Alice's face. Her beautiful perfume and bouncy chestnut hair occupying all of Alice's senses apart from those in her bladder. She leaned in and sensually, softly and fragrantly kissed Alice on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds but to Alice it felt like weeks. She was breathless again and her knees were shaking, half from her desperate attempt to hold her bladder, half from how close she was to orgasm. "Plenty of time for orgasms. Plenty of them." She was still so close Alice could have licked her. "The clients are arriving now and we need to be ready." she whispered in Alice's ear. "Take off your panties" "I can't, I'll piss myself" the poor girl moaned, legs bouncing back and forward. "You can do this" A soft whisper Alice took a deep breath, concentrated with all her strength on holding her pee, and released her hand. "Aaaaaaaaah" screamed the poor tortured girl with the sheer effort of holding her pee hole closed without her hand to help. Her chest was heaving, breasts almost coming out of the small cups that the dress provided. With one swift movement, Sophie bent down, pulled the black panties down to Alice's ankles and replaced Alice's hand with her own, jamming it between the tanned thighs which were pounding up and down, mincing together in a last ditch effort to hold on. "Oh. My. God." Exclaimed Sophie as Alice stood, trembling, her whole body shaking as she fought the wave of pee inside her. "You are unbelievably wet. I have literally never felt anything like this!" Sophie's fingers were sliding aroung between Alice's legs as she writhed, leaning against the lockers. "I... Can't ....Stop" She screamed. She could feel a wave building up inside her. Her whole body was burning, shaking, tingling with the most incredible feeling she could ever imagine. Her toes went numb, followed by her fingers, and still Sophie's hand slid around the soft, slippery wetness between her legs, Alice's bladder felt like it was ready to explode. Pain shot through her stomach and down into her crotch, mixing with the intense pleasure she was getting from Sophie. She writhed and groaned, faster and harder. "I... Seriously..." She breathed "Can't..." With that Alice collapsed against the lockers and Sophie reached around behind her to steady her, pressing into her stomach accidentally. The second she did so, a loud hissing sound burst from between Alice's legs and she screamed, on the very edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. "No! Stop!" Said Sophie urgently, breathing heavily and looking flushed herself. Alice started retreating from the edge of orgasm. "Please, keep touching! Almost... There..." But Sophie had removed her hand and was repeating herself. "Stop!!" With a superhuman effort, Alice pulled all her strength together and cut off the flow of pee. She had peed for about fifteen seconds. Not nearly enough to satisfy her desperate bladder, but enough to enable her stand without holding herself. "Why?" She asked breathlessly, chest heaving and feeling slowly returning to her toes. "You have to be desperate for the clients," replied Sophie with a wink. "But I need to..." Alice was returning to herself now. Still desperate to pee, still desperate for an orgasm, but still bashful. She admonished herself for almost saying 'cum' infront of someone else! She hastily pulled her dress down to cover her still dripping vagina, noticing the fluid coating the inside of her thighs. "Like I say, plenty of time," Sophie smiled mischeviously. She pulled out a strange looking device that looked like a three pronged rubber fork but with the three prongs arranged in a triangle and the handle missing. "This is for you". Sophie stepped towards Alice again and slowly pulled up her dress, once again revealing her neatly trimmed hair and shining wet crotch. Alice was wriggling a little with desperation but she allowed Alice to guide the rubber fork into her pussy. One prong reached inside her, pressing gently on the inside of her, right against her g-spot. Alice gasped sharply as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. 'Another woman is putting something inside me!' her mind shouted, almost as loud as her bladder was shouting. The second and third prongs reached outside, one on either side of her enlarged clitoris which was slippery and begging to be touched. The prongs brushed it slightly and Alice shuddered with pleasure, almost losing control of her bladder again. "Shit!" she shouted instinctively, and her hand shot to her crotch. To her surprise, the little toy was so well fitted to her that she could barely feel it, even with her hand against her naked crotch. She bounced up and down on the spot a little, regaining composure. "There, that should do it" Said Sophie with a smile. "What is that thing??" "A vibrator," Alice blushed, yet again. "I've never... used..." "Then you're in for a treat," replied Sophie. "Because I've got the controller for yours and now..." she reached down to Alice's crotch and did something Alice couldn't see. "You've got the controller for mine. "Watch" Sophie pulled her skirt up, revealing neatly trimmed hair that was just long enough to curl. She put her hand into her crotch, as if to stop herself peeing. It was, quite simply, the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen. As soon as Sophie touched her crotch, an incredible thing started happening to Alice. All at once, she felt like she was about to burst with pee, her clit was shooting fireworks into her body she screamed in pleasure. Sophie took her hand away. "You can't be that obvious!" she said, chuckling. "We're not really supposed to use these, but because they're so small nobody ever notices. But they will if you have a screaming orgasm every time I hold myself! I'll be doing that a lot tonight!" Alice could see stars. She felt like her world had just exploded with pleasure. "I thought I was going to pee right then!" "That's the g-spot, it'll do that to you," Sophie grinned. "Come on, we're late, and I am bursting for a pee. Let's get this show started." The two girls straightened themselved up and, wriggling and bending over slightly at the waist, they got back in the elevator... ...To be continued
  17. Themaster258

    Anna's bet

    Let me continue by turning more and more characters in a fandom into degenerates. “At this rate you will be half-coffee, half-dragon in a few hours,” I said as I watched Anna down her sixth cup of steaming hot coffee. Her eyes narrowed and her teeth blinked at me before she slammed the empty cup back on the table. “If you had even half the workload I managed yesterday, you would be too,” she hissed. “No. You wouldn’t even be done and sitting here waiting for the results, you’d still be trying to reconfigure the analyzer,” she said and raised her hand to order yet another cup. Surely Anna had only agreed to this date because her analyzer hadn’t finished. Or because she enjoyed spending time with me, but she would never admit that. Maybe a mix of the two, her work always came first. So far this hadn’t been a date, but more of a mutual venting about work and angry coffee consumption, which in my eyes wasn’t a date at all. “We should go somewhere different than the cafe,” I said as the waiter brought Anna’s seventh cup of coffee. She turned to stare blankly out of the window and ignored my question. I took a sip from my second cup of coffee. How Anna drank the equivalent of a whole weeks worth in a few minutes remained a mystery to me, especially since she wasn’t that much bigger than me. “Somewhere else?” she asked, still motionlessly staring at the busy outside world, “On a Monday afternoon?” She turned back to face me. “And anyway, everywhere else is missing something crucial to me,” she said. My mouth turned to a crooked smile. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll buy you a coffee to go.” The hint of a smile played across her face, a first for today. “I am talking about the bathrooms, not even more coffee.” I laughed. I should not have done that. Every hint of the earlier smile vanished and gave way to a dismissive stare. “Oh yes, don’t mind me with my normal sleeping schedule and second cup of coffee,” she said and pointed at me. She shook her head and then emptied her new cup in a single go. Small clouds of steam curled up from her throat as she sat the cup back down. “Of course I have to piss like a doped flyer after downing seven cups of coffee you-,” she swallowed the last word of the sentence and reclined in her chair with a long sigh instead. “It was a long night at work,” she admitted in a calmer and more collected manner, “And waiting for the results makes me uncomfortable. It could be a life-changing discovery or just a string of numbers and letters meaning nothing at all.” Anna worked too much and with too little breaks, no wonder she was always on edge. Talking to her was like running through a minefield while blindfolded and with two peg legs. But behind all of that I saw her other, more private, self. She kept it hidden behind her dismissive attitude and tendency to drown herself in her work instead. I just had to barge through the minefield first. “All the more reason to go outside. It’s warm and sunny, so stop making excuses about bathrooms. You’ll work better when you are relaxed for once,” I said. “You should be careful though, you might catch some fun.” Her left eyebrow twitched in annoyance, or in caffeine-induced hyperactivity. She didn’t answer me but grabbed a pen and napkin instead. Her hand slid across the napkin faster than I ever could. I tried to see what she worked on, but only got as far as seeing a few numbers that made little sense to me. “I hate you, you know that? Stop persuading me to do things. But yes, let’s have some fun,” she said with a dangerously happy voice and crumpled the napkin to a pulp in her hand. “Life’s too short to not try something different once in a while, wouldn’t you agree? First you have to visit the bathroom or it would not be fair,” she added before I could even answer. “Should I be afraid?” I asked as I gestured for the waiter. “Depends on who wins,” she smiled and headed to the bathroom herself. Adine arrived with the bill. “You should consider buying a whole can the next time,” she giggled and produced the bill; Coffee was expensive. “They are cheaper, although I guess it doesn’t matter too much to the human ambassador.” I thanked her as I left and followed Anna’s advise to head to the bathroom myself. Not that I would’ve done any different before leaving. The two cups of coffee had done their part. Heading back into the cafe, Anna was already waiting outside and tapping her feet. She gestured for me to follow. A part of my mind spelled out the word ‘Danger’ in huge red letters. After back alley dates and slaughtering sheep I was sure she was capable of anything if she wanted to. When Anna had decided on something you never knew what you got into and I loved her for that. “Can I inquire about what you have in mind?” I asked. “You can, but you can also follow me and figure it out yourself for once,” she said. I shrugged and continued down the street. There was no point in asking her further questions. A few minutes later we stopped in front of a grocery store. “Wait here,” she said and headed inside. I did as instructed and stood alone in the middle of the rather busy street. A few weeks earlier I would’ve fled inside after her to hide from the eyes of all the passerby’s. But now I barely noticed them. I caught glimpses of red scales through the windows and after a few minutes, Anna returned with two heavy water bottles in her hands. She shoved one of them into my arms. “Drink,” she commanded. I eyed the label and unopened top. “It’s water,” she said, “So drink. All of it.” The bottle held a good two liters of water, there was no way I could drink that in one go and why would I. Anna’s eyes told me that she would force feed me the bottle if I didn’t. She herself had nearly finished hers. I opened the water bottle. “This is about me making fun of the bathroom isn’t it?” I asked and started to chug water. The water had room temperature and a strong plastic aftertaste, but under her hard gaze I managed to empty a quarter before I had to stop for a deep breath. “Should I congratulate you for figuring out the obvious?” she asked. “Yes, please,” I said sarcastically before continuing to swallow ungodly amounts of water. I knew this would end badly, we’d be on the hunt for a bathroom the rest of the afternoon and the coffee from earlier was already making itself comfortable in my bladder. Anna watched me, without breaking eye contact, until I had downed the whole bottle. “Now let’s see how much fun we can catch before one of us gives up or embarrasses himself in front of the whole town,” Anna said and gestured for me to lead us anywhere I wanted. She thought she could prove a point by having me give up first. I would not give her that satisfaction, not after I had agreed to this stupid bet. I could’ve said no at any point, but I was pretty stubborn too. My cockiness lasted until we reached the park thirty minutes later. I could feel my bladder resting heavy in my lower body. Looking at Anna, she showed not a single sign of desperation. But on the outside, neither did I. “Well how about that coffee to-go?” Anna asked with a smile. “A big one of course,” I said. I would win, even If I did feel my bladder filling with every step I took. Anna had downed so much more coffee than I did, there was no way she could hold on longer than me. We walked through the park, sipping our coffee as slow as we could. Our conversations were a lot more pleasant after our focus shifted to not showing any signs of distress. I did my best to keep my steps straight and body relaxed. Anna’s steps however were a little off and I could see a small bulge forming on her lower belly. “You do realize that you look like a pervert, staring like that?” Anna said. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your eyes on me,” I said, “Too bad I’m wearing clothes right? How close am I to winning?” She snorted. “Winning? We barely started. But, maybe, maybe we can continue this somewhere a little more interesting.” Anna was desperate, I knew it. She never repeated herself like that. She was nervous and I was winning. An ice-cold needle struck my tiring bladder muscles as soon as the thought of being in the lead grazed my mind. I focused on not grabbing myself until the feeling passed. “Somewhere a little more interesting?” I asked after I regained my composure, “What do you have in mind?” “I could go for a movie. Sitting for two hours, having a big soda,” she said and grinned at me. She was bluffing, so I accepted. “I haven’t seen any of your movies yet. Let’s go.” I grabbed her arm and turned around. She resisted me and stopped. “There aren’t any good movies on right now. But, my apartment is a ten minute walk from here,” she said, reversed my grip and started to drag me towards her apartment. My bladder yelled and throbbed at the rhythmic hell that were dragon sized stairs. They were that little higher and wider than human equivalents but that small difference was enough to drive me and my bladder mad. She did this on purpose I figured as we walked past the elevator doors, but I was winning this contest. Every step she took was followed by a little, barely noticeable shiver and her normally motionless tail twitched left and right. But she tried her best to hide it. Her apartment was a sight to behold. Modern, with big windows overlooking the town and every piece of furniture looked like a strange designer piece. Only a lab coat thrown over a black kitchen chair showed that someone actually lived here. There was no personal touch to any of it, no pictures, no magazines or catalogs. Looking around a little more I spotted a display case with various awards and trophies. But it all felt as sterile as a holiday home. “You are the first person to ever step inside of my apartment other than the maid,” Anna said and locked the entrance door behind us. “Knowing you I would’ve expected a cave in the mountains,” I said and stared at the skyline. “A cave doesn’t have a coffee machine,” she said and dragged me away from the window towards the wide orange sofa in front of a giant flat screen. She picked up the TV remote and threw it at me. “You don’t keep much stuff around, do you?” I asked. She stopped in front of the TV, her eyes darting towards another room. “You haven’t seen my bedroom. I don’t really use this apartment for much else. Now give me a minute,” she said and stepped into another room. As soon as she had left I pressed my hands into my crotch to ease the tension. The first beads of sweat had formed on my face and my underwear had a tiny wet spot from the horror that was the staircase. The ocean inside me threatened to blew my dam wide open with every passing minute. I only noticed Anna’s return as a cold metal bracelet closed around my wrist with a click. I turned in terror and saw Anna handcuffing me to the wooden armrest with a futuristic looking pair of handcuffs. She than sat down on the other end of the sofa and did the same to her left arm. She smiled as if she had won and threw a tiny remote controller at me. “This will release the handcuffs and brand you the loser. And if you dare to violate the virtue of my expensive sofa I’ll have your skin,” she said. I fumbled with the handcuffs. They were real and I was about to lose it. Cold beads of sweat sat on my neck. I turned back to her. She looked fine at the first glance. Did she cheat when she stepped into that other room for a second? Anna grabbed the TV remote I was still holding onto. She zapped through the various channels until she had found something horrible; an ocean documentary. She slumped down on the sofa with her legs spread wide open as if nothing bothered her. Not even my glances, she wore no pants after all. “Why do you own two pairs of handcuffs?” I asked and wiggled my cuffed arm as if to wave to keep my mind off the massive amounts of clear blue water shown on the flat screen. “Because I am into hardcore bondage,” she answered with a straight face. I played with the thought in my head. It wouldn’t be too far fetched. But right now I would’ve picked any thought that would keep me distracted from my bursting bladder. The red button on the remote labeled release allured me in more ways than one. “Our lab designed these prototypes for the police but they never used them. So I took them.” “Are you sure it’s not the former? You are drooling,” I said. Anna wiped her mouth with her free hand and noticed that she wasn’t. “You are a pervert,” she stated and clenched her legs together. Maybe because of shame, but I doubted that. She only pretended to be winning. “Coming from the one who seems to enjoy this,” I said and swallowed the last word as a spurt of hot liquid soaked into my underwear. Than another. Not like this, I couldn’t lose right now. I clenched my muscles with all my willpower that I could muster and the spurts stopped, if just for a few more seconds. Anna tried to hide her predicament, but I noticed and couldn’t help but enjoy it. I felt a familiar heat and pressure rising in my pants as I watched Anna’s near silent squirming. I really was a pervert. A numbness spread in my lower belly. I’d wet myself on her couch in a few seconds and I knew. My hands were shaking and my muscles burned as they tried to keep the flood inside, but a new spurt found it’s way into my pants and it didn’t stop. More and more drops made their way past my sphincter as the numbness took over. By now the spot was clearly visible to me. Anna hadn’t spotted it yet. It was too late and I pressed the button. With a metallic click the handcuffs unlocked. “I win,” Anna said and rubbed her two free arms together. Her face twisted in pleasure or pain as she moved off the sofa. Judging by her shaking legs she was close to her limit too. But that didn’t matter anymore, I had lost the bet. “Release me, or your, sofa-” I watched in blank horror as Anna threw her remote into the kitchen with the flick of her wrist. “Whoops,” she said and smiled. “You bitch,” I said through clenched teeth and stifled a laugh. “You planned this didn’t you?” I pulled at the handcuffs to no avail as my bladder failed me. Anna stepped up to me with a never before seen grin on her face. “Was this not the kind of fun you were talking about?” she asked and her hand slid up my shirt and onto my bladder. She did not add any pressure, but instead moved her hand up and down my belly. The only warning I got was a flicker in her eyes. Her hand pressed down on my rock hard bladder and I yelled out in surprise as a torrent of piss shot into my pants. My bladder screamed in pain as every last fraction of resistance was wiped from my muscles. I gave into the blissful feeling of relief, stuck in a never ending relaxed outcry. I felt as the puddle crept up my back and down my legs. The warmth was equally disgusting and the best feeling in the world and it continued to spread even as a curious dragons hand reached down into my pants. The monotone sound changed from a patter against heavy fabric to the dull thud of my powerful stream hitting her hand. She didn’t remove her hand, but pushed and directed my stream into different directions inside of my pants. Her other hand stroked her own private area. Her playful eyes watched my squirm at the touch of her hand and her tongue slowly crossed over her lips. After a minute of pure bliss my stream died down and I slumped down in exhaustion. My damp clothes clung to me and grew colder by the second. I had lost to her. Her face twisted to a wicked grin. “Do not think I’m done with you,” Anna said. She jumped onto the sofa and positioned herself above me. “Anna?” I asked. Her legs spread further apart and revealed her quivering privates to me. She grabbed me by my shoulders and stared me straight in the eye. “Anna!” I yelled. She smiled as the tension faded from her face. “AnAHHH” A slight trickle hit my pants but then her stream became a raging river pelting against my stomach. The acrid smell hit my nose and pictures flashed through my mind, pictures that could not be mine. Fuzzy and blurred like they were I could make out a yellow shape and the same smell. I was dragged back to my unfortunate reality as Anna aimed a little higher and her stream drummed against my panting chest. Wet and hot the puddle pooled on top of my shirt. Her face was stuck between pure bliss and a victorious smile. Her grip on my shoulders lightened with every second. “Ohh,” Anna moaned, “I soo needed this.” Her stream died down and with a jerk the last spurt shot straight past my head, over the sofa and onto the floor. Anna collapsed on my body. She was heavy, but somehow not as heavy as I had expected. She trapped the heat and puddle between our two bodies and purred softly. Her backside wiggled against my privates. I could not remember the last time I was this aroused and Anna noticed with a playful grin. “Pervert,” she whispered and got back up on her shaking legs. “You are a bad girl Anna,” I said as she turned around and offered me a great view. She laughed. “We’ve barely started and we got the whole night. Sleep is overrated anyways.” “We’ve got coffee for that,” I said. My free hand brushed over the drenched sofa. “But I think we ruined your sofa.” “Who cares about the sofa, I have something better to sit on,” she said and lowered her private area onto my face. “Anna-” My words were muffled as I talked into her privates. A low moan escaped her as our lips met. I would not have thought that today would end like this. None of this would go in any record of mine, ever. “Stop talking and enjoy your share of fun. It’s a rare treat,” she said and struggled to remove my belt.
  18. Hey guys, I had a question for all of you. I’ve been going out a lot lately, and after particular leadership conference I went to, with a few desperation sightings, I had a question: where and when have you seen the most desperation? While bars and clubs are a given, I saw desperation in the most unorthodox circumstances. I’m curious, what are some of the places or events where you guys have been where you’ve seen a lot of desperation?
  19. Răzvan2000

    female Tall girl, small bladder

    Amanda is a 21 year old girl living in San Francisco but visits her friend for three weeks in New York. Her appearance looks unusual. She is 197 cm/6 ft 5.56 in tall, but her legs are tremendously big. Her legs (along with her pelvis) are 120 cm/3 ft 11.24 in tall, her torso (except her pelvis and her neck) is 47 cm/1 ft 6.5 in tall and her head (along with her neck) is 30 cm/11.81 inches tall. So in conclusion, her legs are larger than her torso and her head combined. Despite she is tall, unfortunately her bladder is so small. Her bladder can only hold 300 ml of liquids. She also has a big booty/ass. Her friend is smaller than her (170 cm/5 ft 6.93 in tall) and she knows that her bladder is small and she likes to tease Amanda (in a FRIENDLY way, of course) about that and she decides that it could be funny to make Amanda wait for the bathroom. She is 23 years old. A. Amanda's hair type is? straight wavy curly B. Amanda's friend's name: Anna Susan Sophia Samantha Isabella C. Where do they(Amanda and her friend) go? Cinema Theatre TV show other
  20. Pain

    female The Iron Queen

    This will either be an ongoing series or a standalone story depending on the kind of response I get for it. Though this part does not have much omorashi, it lays the groundwork for the rest of the story. I wish to dedicate this story to all my readers and friends who have supported me for so long. I hope you will like it. ******* Give me a copper coin and you’ll hear a golden tale! —A storyteller’s street cry in Godswick The Iron Queen The Great Hall of the King’s Fort was a lonely place for two to sit to supper. Deep shadows climbed the walls as the torches flickered in the wind. Charlotte ate her meal and sipped from the goblet of red wine. The vintage tasted thin and sour on her tongue, the taste of the grapes still growing on her senses. The Queen had ordered the cooks to make Iwan’s favored supper tonight, egg drop soup of wispy beaten eggs in boiled chicken broth, finely chopped scallions and added condiments of black and white pepper, and along with it was trout wrapped in bacon, salad of turnip greens and red fennel and sweetgrass, pease and onions and hot bread baked fresh from the ovens. She hoped he would like it. Her son was the King now, and it was her duty to see to his wants met. He sat at the head of the table, eating methodically from his plate. The crown suited the boy, Charlotte noted, though she doubted if his young shoulders would be able to bear the burden of the throne. Many men had come and gone but none could do justice to the King’s seat. The walls of the keep were thick, yet even so, they could hear the muffled sounds of celebrations from the yard outside. Sir Randel had brought a hundred casks up from the cellars, and the smallfolk were celebrating Iwan’s nameday by hoisting mugs of nut-brown ale. The Queen had ordered the merriment to be kept as minimal as it could be. She knew it was not the time for revelries. The Daltons were sure gone, but there were still many who eyed the throne. When they were done with the supper, Charlotte kissed her son on the cheek and wished him good sleep before walking out of the hall. She strode across the cold corridors of the castle towards the Mæjester’s chambers, her soft cheeks growing warmer from the flaming torches on the walls. Her last few years on the throne were tumultuous for the realm. Her treasury had run empty due to the Great War, her troops broken in battle. Thus, she had ordered the mints to produce coins of assorted shapes and sizes made of brass and copper. Coins those were as valuable as gold or silver ones. Though her scheme seemed to work for a while, it didn’t take long for everyone to realize what a colossal blunder it was. As Mæjester Nemesius had said, “the house of every goldsmith became a mint.” The Queen’s new coinage had ‘the words of the God’ inscribed on them instead of the royal seal, and lacking in the artistic precision of design and finish, they became easy to imitate. The entire market was flooded with the fake coins in no time and the small folk could not discern between the real and the forged ones. A great problem rose for the state treasury. In other parts of the realm, the people started to pay the revenue to the crown in brass and copper and used the same coins to purchase goods and horses. It took only a while for the treasury to fill up with forged pennies. The coins became as worthless as stones and the disrupted trade and commerce sent the capital into chaos. The Queen was forced to take back all the coins of brass and copper issued by the royal mints, giving back the old gold or silver coins in return. Thousands of people exchanged their copper coins with silver or gold ones and the state treasury faced a loss incomparable. A year later, she passed an order to shift the capital from Godswick to Longford. She believed that it would help her to establish control over the fertile lands of her ancestors and to create a more accessible capital, since she believed Godswick was too down south. All facilities were provided for those who were required to migrate to Longford, but the common folk of the capital were not in favor of leaving their home and shifting to a new place. This angered Her Highness, for she ordered all people of Godswick to proceed to Longford with their belongings. The force was applied without any leniency. This move brought ruin on Godswick which for over six hundred years had grown in peace and prosperity. And though the smallfolk migrated, they showed dissent. However, soon they started to fall short of food and water at Longford and Her Highness decided to shift the capital back to Godswick, allowing the smallfolk to return to their previous city. Though the shift only happened for a few months, Godswick suffered a downfall in its stature and trade and the life of its people was plunged to ruins. ‘The foolish Queen’ she was called from then on, the Queen who now many saw inept to sit on the throne. Her following years as the regent were no better. The ever-mounting debt of the crown loomed over her, and the expenses never seemed to settle. When Iwan came of age, Charlotte agreed to the council’s suggestion to let the boy take his rightful place on the throne, thus giving them an opportunity to win back the trust of the smallfolk, while also opening the gates for a chance of forging an alliance with one of the wealthiest families in the realm through his marriage. The rope that Charlotte intended to use to climb out of the pit of debt. The shadowy walls in the Mæjester’s office were lined with shelves of large glass jars filled with potions of different colors. The medicines too made an impressive display; dozens of pots sealed with wax, hundreds of vials, as many milkglass bottles, countless jars of dried herbs, each container neatly labeled in Mæjester Nemesius’ precise hand. The Mæjester, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, quickly stood up when he saw the Queen enter. He was a short and thin man, with silver hair and beard so long that they could be tucked into the belt of his robe of grey wool. He had long and skillful fingers and his eyes were grey, and quick, “Your Highness,” he greeted, keeping the beakers aside and closing the book of The Magical Drafts and Potions that he had been referring to. “My Lord” she smiled at the old man, “I hope you have found some relief from the pain in your knees.” “The only relief that old age grants is death, Your Highness” he answered with a dwindling laugh, “Tell me, my Queen, of what service can I be to you?” “My Lord, Iwan and I have decided to visit Lord Thames Gardener at Tantallon at this behest,” Charlotte said, “He wishes to marry his daughter, Lady Katherine to Iwan. They say she is a dove-eyed beauty and people have written many a song about her charm, I see there is no better match for my son than her.” “A wise decision, Your Highness” Mæjester Nemesius said, “The House of Gardener has always been a loyal support to the crown and I think Lady Katherine would be a suitable wife to our beloved King” the old man added. “Very well then,” she spoke, “Ask Lord Rickard to make necessary arrangements for our journey, we shall begin early on the morrow.” “As it please you, Your Highness” he bowed. Charlotte gave him a smile before she turned around and left. There was one last person she had to meet before she retired for the day. She entered the small chamber where Little Farlen lay in his bed wrapped in blankets. Tears flowed from his eyes as the muffled sounds of his cries filled the room. Farlen was Queen Charlotte’s ward, sent to the capital from Herstmonceux to be fostered at her express command. He had cried the day his Lord Father had sent him away and he was crying still. Maybe ten was too tender an age to be ripped away from one’s family, but Charlotte knew that boys went to war at this age. Mæjester Nemesius had said that the boy needed to spend more time with the other children, yet Charlotte knew that he needed affection and care more than anything else. “My Lord?” she teased him with a smile, “Are you still awake?” Charlotte took a seat next to him on the bed and was stunned to realize that it was wet. Though she was shocked, the Queen did not show it outwardly. She calmly took the boy out of the bed and bathed him before putting him in his dry clothes. It was the third time Little Farlen had wet his bed in a week and Charlotte wondered if the boy had always had this problem. “You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?” he asked, all gloomy. “I promise, I won’t” Charlotte replied with a smile, “But you must make a promise too..” “W-what promise?” the boy asked. “That you won’t be sad because of this, it is human nature dear, everyone needs to pee” she smiled at him. She knew that kind words could be short and easy to speak, but their echoes were truly endless. She hoped it would make him feel better but the sullen look on the boy’s face only grew deeper. “You wouldn’t know how it feels to have an accident” he cried out, “It feels horrible!” “I know, my sweet” she said. “No, you don’t!” Farlen argued, “You’d know if you wet yourself!” Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, his words reminded her of certain incidents of the past. Humiliating incidents that the Queen had kept hidden in the vault of her mind, but maybe it was time to let them out, “My Lord, I’m going to tell you a little secret, but you’d have to promise me that you won’t ever tell it to anyone, promise?” “A-a secret?” the boy repeated, of course he liked secrets, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear!” “Alright then” Charlotte said, hesitation overridden by the sense of goodwill, “T-the secret is that even I have wet myself, not once but twice and that too in front of people!” she hoped her confession would make him feel better or at least wipe away the gloomy look on his face, but believing that the mighty Queen could have an accident came to be a little hard for the boy, he thought for a moment and then said, “That’s not true! You’re saying this to make me feel better,” he felt desolate and maybe even worse than before to know the Queen would lie to him. “No, really I have, my sweet” she said, now fearing if she had made a mistake letting the boy into her secret, what if he went around and told this to everyone? But there was no going back now. “So, why didn’t you just go to the privy?” he asked innocently, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, beginning to believe her story and feeling a bit better to have someone he could share his embarrassment with. “I tried but I couldn’t get to one before it was too late,” she said, breaking the eye contact as humiliation filled her. “That must have been embarrassing,” Farlen said. “It was.” “You could have waited a little longer, adults are not supposed to wet themselves.” Charlotte fluttered her eyes and smiled faintly at the innocence of the boy, only if he knew how badly she had to go, how much her bladder was bursting, he would have never said such a thing. Waiting any longer had become impossible. She remembered the warmth on her trembling inner thighs and the sheer volume of urine during both her accidents, the boy’s embarrassment would have vanished in an instant had he seen her wetting herself on either of those fateful days. She knew that compared to her, Farlen’s embarrassment must be nothing. Yet she wanted to make the boy feel better. “Is there anything I can do for my little lord to wipe that gloomy look off his face?” Charlotte asked softly, hoping to get something from the boy. And when she saw him still sullen and desolate, she had a thought. She waited a few more seconds, as if deciding if she really wanted to say the next words out of her mouth, but then decided to say it anyway, “Well if you want, you could control when I get to go to the privy,” Charlotte couldn’t believe what she had just said. She was giving the little boy the control of how long she’d have to wait to empty her bladder. She wondered that maybe this was a brainless thought and if it would make any difference but she was willing to do anything to take the boy out of his misery. “I-I don’t get it” Farlen said confounded, unsure if what he understood by the Queen’s words was exactly what she meant to say. “Well, my sweet, if you’d really want, if you think it’d make a difference, I mean, you could control when…well, when I get to go to the privy. That way even if you still wet the bed at night, you can be in charge of when I get to piss, that’ll give you a sense of control” she explained it to him in a soft yet playful voice. “But you’ll have to promise to be nice to me,” she ended with a faint beam. Farlen nodded in agreement, with a heartfelt smile on his face for the first time in weeks. He knew this was going to be fun. The Queen smiled at the obvious improvement in the boy’s mood, “Good, now go to sleep, we have a long journey tomorrow.” She pulled up his sheets for him before giving him a peck on the forehead as she left the room. Late at night when the castle was asleep, the knock came at the Queen’s door, loud and unexpected. Charlotte stopped pouring the wine into the cup, frowning. “What is it?” Aldred’s voice came through the door. “My Queen, Mæjester Nemesius is without and begs urgent audience.” “You told him I had left orders not to be disturbed?” “Yes, my Queen. He insists.” “Alright, send him in.” Mæjester Nemesius was shown in before the door was closed behind him. He saw Her Highness standing near the table beside her bed, pouring her favorite red wine into the goblet. He could see her flowing silk brown hair running down her back, it looked as if her robes were open from the front. “My Queen,” he said to her, “pardon for disturbing your rest. There was a message.” “A message? At this hour of the night?” she turned and walked towards him. He saw her breasts, the nipples that were shades deeper of brown and the thick black bush at the juncture of her thighs, a coarse, untamed forest of hair six inches long. She was much hairier than any woman he had seen before. She tied her robes before she took the parchment from his hand and unrolled it. As her eyes slowly moved along the words a sigh escaped her throat. “What does it say?” Nemesius asked. “Lord Hadrian of Etonbury… he is no more….. a fever took him” she said, turning back around. She went to the table and lifted the goblet of wine to drink it down at once. “He was a good man, may the God grant him rest,” he said.
  21. What in the wide world is Eaks? Well, a while back I read @Noface's post on the request thread, asking for fiction about a world with reversed gender roles. 'Eaks' is my take on the prompt - it is a world where women squat outdoors brazenly and men wait till they get home. I don't know if my fantasy is anything like what noface had in mind, but I got the idea there, so credit where credit is due! :) Part-1: The Wait Zoya crossed her legs and checked the map again. Almost an hour out. Damn. She wasn't sure if she could last half that time! Squirming in her seat to find a more comfortable position, she crossed her legs tighter. She gently rubbed over her abdomen, hoping to soothe the ache - but her bladder was hard and overstressed. Nothing except taking a massive piss would soothe it. She wished she could sit on her heel, dig it deep within her crotch, but the tiny seats weren't exactly conducive to pulling your leg up. She had tried it a few minutes ago, and almost leaked for her trouble. She moved her butt around, trying to get the edge of the seat to press against her pee-hole, while minimizing any movement to her bladder.Just then the bus went over a speed bump, forcing her to lean forward and hold her breath. Her panties were still dry, but barely. It had been just one and a half hours since she last peed - but it felt like days since she last knew the joys of an empty bladder! That's what happens when you spend a whole day in a beer festival. Another wave of desperation shook her body, as she she desperately racked her brain for a way out. There were no rest areas in this stretch of the road - that's what you get for traveling on obscure byroads to avoid paying tolls! Dammit, their penny pinching was really catching up to her, she thought, as she squeezed all her muscles to hold back the flood. They really should have paid for a coach with a restroom. She knotted her legs in to pretzels and looked towards the end of the bus, as if a toilet to materialize there. As if the decision to save money by hiring a really old coach might have just been a nightmare. But her throbbing bladder reminded her of the reality - all that piss inside her? It will come out soon. With or without her consent.She could always beg the driver to stop somewhere and pull a squat by the side of the road. I mean it had to be better than wetting herself, no? But a 23 year old woman, the life of parties, the school jock, begging for relief? So utterly humiliated by her own body? No. She has to at least try to hold on. The rattling old bus wasn't helping matters, jerking the ball of piss inside her, pushing against her spinchter. Every minute seemed like an hour, and their college was too far away. But surely someone else must be desperate too, someone who would ask for a stop? Sure, she had drank more than anyone else, but all the girls had been running to the urinals like once every half hour by the end of the fair. Surely she didn't have to wait an hour, she just had to wait for a few minutes till someone else asked for a stop.She looked around the coach - almost everybody seemed fast asleep. Rita, beside her, had her eyes closed too. Fuck. Maybe she had the smallest bladder after all! Making the best of the situation, Zoya pressed her hand directly against her crotch, trying to put some opposing pressure against her tired spinchter. Ah, there, that was better. But an hour was too far.If only the coach had a restroom! But it was only a 3 hour journey! What could possibly go wrong, the cash strapped college students had reasoned. No sense in paying for a coach with a restroom - any old coach would do. But as Zoya massaged her burning pee-hole, she desperately wished they had splurged on that restroom after all.The drive up had been uneventful, everybody singing and dancing and making merry. Someone had brought along a crate of beer, starting the party early. They had drunk and danced their way to the beer festival, gay and unconcerned. The last half hour might have been slightly uncomfortable, and Zoya had made straight for the urinals as soon as the bus stopped. But she hadn't been desperate or anything. Unlike right now. Zoya pressed her fingers into her crotch, hoping the friction will somehow distract from her need. But nothing was helping.They had drank large quantities at each stall - let no one say St. Helena's students didn't know how to party! And once the seal had been broken, Zoya was making a run to the nearest urinal every hour. After drinking gazillions of beer from basically from when they started from college, 9am, to the festival closing at 5pm, her kidneys were definitely on overdrive. And after nearly an hour and half on the bus, the ache from her overstretched organ was killing her. She suppressed a small groan as she leaned back, closing her eyes, giving her bladder room to expand. Surely someone will ask for a stop soon. Before she gets herself.Part-2: The Relief"I need to piss like a race horse! How far out are we?" Rita was up."An hour" Zoya responded, biting her lower lips."Ugh! I don't think I can last that long" - Rita was moving a hand over her abdomen, feeling her bladder. Zoya's own felt hard to the touch, and ached incessantly."I really need to let this load out! How about you?""I could do with some relief" Zoya delivered the understatement of the year in as calm a voice as she could manage as a wave of desperation racked her body. Her toes curled inwards in an effort to hold back the flood. She prayed Rita would ask the driver for a stop right about now. She really really couldn't wait much longer. "I feel like I'll piss myself if I move. Have to pee, have to pee, have to pee" Rita chanted rocking back and forth."We really should have paid for that coach with a restroom, huh?" Zoya tried to joke, even though her voice was strained from the effort of holding on. It helped a bit to know she wasn't the only one bursting after just an hour. If the two of them needed to pee, the rest of their friends probably did too. Someone will ask the driver to stop, and soon. If others were going down to squat, she could join in, without admitting just how badly she had needed to pee. But the thought of relief was making holding on so much more difficult, every second stretching to millenniums as her bladder ached and throbbed, and piss tried to force it's way past her spinchter."Fuck this. I am gonna ask for a stop before my muscles give out." Rita declared, just as a girl got up from the third row and walked to the driver. She had her hands between her legs, thighs close together. She was rocking from foot to foot as she stood talking to the driver. The driver was shaking his head, apparently unwilling to stop."Looks like the driver doesn't want to stop" Zoya declared, panic clearly audible in her voice."Fucking men! Come on, let's go talk to him" Rita pushed Zoya out of her seat. "Oh, get a move on, come on, I am nearly wetting myself".Zoya managed to gather all her strength and stand up straight. As Rita shuffled to the front, holding herself openly like the girl before her, Zoya bit her lips and walked straight, ignoring the pounding presence of her distended bladder. She may be bursting, but she had her pride left! Tiny steps. Deep breaths. Focus on the muscle. She could do this."What about the poor men?" the driver was grumbling as they joined the girl in the cab."Well they are more than welcome to join, aren't they" you could almost hear Rita rolling her eyes. "You better pull over right now, or I am pulling a squat right here on your steps" Rita sounded dead serious. Knowing her, she was too.The driver finally pulled over. There was absolutely no cover anywhere, but a girl's gotta do what she gotta do. The first girl leaped out as soon as the bus stopped. She barely moved two steps to the left, before she was squatting low, pulling her panties off, arranging her skirt to hide everything. Zoya was planning to make it to the back of the bus, away from the eyes of everyone on it, but the hissing sound was her undoing. The girl was moaning in pleasure, enjoying the bliss of relief, and Zoya's muscles gave out at that. As a drop leaked past her clenching muscles, she quickly dropped in to a squat too, letting the river flow out of her aching pussy. The thick stream pooled at the side of the road, glistening in the semi darkness.Women were pouring out of the bus, trying to maintain a respectful distance from each other as they desperately sought a place to empty their aching bladders. A collective moan went around as the girls finally found the relief they had been craving for so long. As Zoya finished up, she wondered how the men were doing. There was absolutely no cover for them to use, so even the most desperate would just have to wait it out inspite of what Rita had told the driver. Well, there was nothing that could be done. This road had very little cover anywhere, and male anatomy being what it was, sneaking a pee without exposing yourself was impossible. They'll just have to wait. She was just glad that she didn't have to. More from Eaks: This story was originally planned as 3 chapters. The first focusing on the female experience (which is this post entirely), the second from men's PoV and the third with double desperation (the best kind ;) ) But I have been writing and rewriting this story forever. I have also been trying to write shorter fictions (I mean uber long buildups are great, but sometimes I just want a quick read you know). So I decided to put this up as a standalone before I nuke the whole thing and start over again. If enough people like this concept, may be the male part, which picks up directly where this one ends, will get finished at least a little bit sooner. 🤷 (A man can hope!)
  22. Hey guys, I'm back! And I know, I know, I never finished my other 2 interactives, but I figured I'd start a new one anyway, because more desp content is always good, even if it's incomplete. So, this idea will be fairly simple: A girl is dropped into a video game world, and must deal with the world around her in ways the other characters don't have to. Mostly, in the fact that there are no toilets. 🙂 You get to control our character completely. Where she goes, what she does, etc. She'll have an inventory, items, clothing slots, etc. All of which will be controlled by you! 🙂 So, first thing's first, we need to make our girl. What is she like? Hair Style/Colour: Anything works here. 😛 I don't mind making it an outlandish, weird colour if that's what is selected. Age: Preferably 18+, please, but anything works here too. Eye Colour: Preferably a bit more common here, please, something like blue, green, brown, hazel, etc. But something like red or purple is fine. Height: This is optional, but might help with fluff text later. Cup/Breast Size: Same as above. Bladder Capacity: Don't have to do an exact number here, just 'tiny', 'small', 'medium', 'large', 'huge' or somewhere in between. 😛 Personality: Her feelings about certain things will come from this. Is she embarrassed about peeing in public? Does she not want to bother anyone? Does she just like to hold it? Is she an exhibitionist, making her want to flash, making holding harder? Up to you! 🙂 Be as detailed or as vague as you like. 😛 I hope you enjoy this, and I hope I enjoy it enough to continue it. 🙂 I might get art done for it, we'll see how/if that works out.
  23. The Preamble (aka Author's Notes, aka About This Fic) Dedications! For @Bangarang and @SAM996, here's a story of intense desperation fueled by bathroom hogging and a baby-proofed toilet. @luckymon2, this is a double desperation at a house party, with the protagonists intentionally delaying themselves relief, so this one's for you too! Fingers crossed, hoping you all like it! On the structure of this fic! I tried to keep it short, I really did, but I couldn't help writing a long-ass buildup. Really couldn't help it *shrug*. It is still too short for a proper multi-chaptered fic, but way too long for a one-shot. So I am breaking this in to parts - * Parts 1 to 5 is the setup & build up. There isn't a lot of actual description of desperation here - it shows the protagonists filling up, and mentions other people bursting for a pee though. * Part-6: About 1k words of pure male desperation, caused by bathroom hogging. If you don't care for the setup, you can read this along with Part-8 as a standalone. * Part-7: About 800 words of pure female desperation, caused by a baby-proofed toilet. You can read this along with Part-8 as a standalone. * Part-8: Double desperation, and conclusion.I will post 1 or 2 parts each day, as soon as I finish the final editing ?
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    female Queen Kira's Quest

    Note that this story has very long holding/peeing times and extreme desperation, for those who don't like that sort of thing. This is a follow up to a short story I posted here. I hope you enjoy it! Kira paced down paced in the hallway, a roar of laughter and the sounds of joy filling the night air. She placed a hand on her flat stomach, feeling the metal ribs of the corset under her dress, making her appearance seem deceitfully plain. Her heart raced- how was she going to make it through this? "My queen?" Her head snapped up, her gaze resting upon Vea. Her dark hair had been tied in a ponytail behind her head, wearing a cotton dark blue dress. The fabric stopped a few inches below her knees and above her elbows, still allowing her some freedom. Kira, however, didn't have such a luxury, having forced herself into a long, hot dress. She had made sure to wear a linen shirt and leggings beneath her dress, trying to hide the corset. "Are you sure the corset isn't too tight? We still have a few moments before we have to enter." "No, no thank you." She said, releasing a quivering breath. Kira had prepared for this for weeks, making sure she didn't take in as many fluids as usual. She had focused on being able to hold without showing her desperation outwardly. Countless mages in her court had given her numerous potions, spells, and other magical elements which strengthened her bladder muscles, allowing her to hold much more for much, much longer than any of her kind. Yet, she still felt incredibly the desperation that came with holding her waters for so long. She felt Vea's soft hand touch her shoulder. "It's only two short hours. You've made it this far, I'm sure you can make it." Vea said with a small, comforting grin. "Sir Bandon said you could have your first break if you were accepted tonight. I'll be right there if anything happens, my queen." Kira took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. "Thank you... I... I needed that." She exhaled, opening her eyes. "Let's go." Vea nodded. She stepped forward and pushed the door open before she stepped to the side. Kira entered, coming to an abrupt end. A single, rectangular table sat in the middle of the room, a plate in the middle filled with different meats, bread and salt, and a pitcher of wine. Sir Bandon and his older son sat on the left, the son giving her a cold state as she approached. His younger son sat at the right side with a woman, no older than the age of twenty-five. A woman sat at the top of the table, taking one more bite out of her pork sausage before she wiped her mouth. Two chairs had been left vacant for the two at the bottom of the table. "Good evening, Sir Bandon." Queen Kira bowed. Her thighs twitch a little as it accommodated the new pressure. She stayed bowed for a respectable amount of time, before rising once again. "And to you too, Queen Kira." He nodded. His clothes were fine, made of fresh wool and silk. He wore a large fur cloak, certainly worn and old. "You've met my sons, Gregor and Benjen." His wrinkled right hand motioned to the two. "Good evening," She bowed her head slightly, before turning her attention back to Sir Bandon. "I left the copper and silver with your treasurer, as requested, and I have brought my adviser. I hope that isn't a problem." "Not at all." He smiled. "Ah,- where are my manners," He stood up, motioning to the lady at the head of the table. "Allow me to introduce you to my liege lady, Lady Laerra. She holds Dominion over this and many other regions in the Human Kingdom." Lady Laerra glanced up at her with a smile. "Good evening. It is an honor to meet an Elven Queen." "The honor is mine, my lady." "Please, sit." Kira nodded, quickly taking her seat. An empty plate sat in front of her with a wooden fork and knife, with a small, metal goblet sitting beside the plate. Vea sat beside her, an open chair left between her and Gregor. "Well, don't just sit there, girl!" Sir Bandon raised his voice to the girl. Her head shot up, a glassy film over her eyes. "Y-Yes, forgive me, milord." She quickly stood, a large bulge filling her midriff. The woman quickly grabbed the pitcher of wine and shuffled to Kira's side. She could feel her ragged breath on her neck as she filled her cup. Kira glanced to the left, watching her hobble over to Vea and repeat the process, her bladder sending little pangs of need each time she heard the splashing of wine. She set the pitcher down at the center of the table, making her way back to her seat. "We've prepared pork, mutton, beef, and venison, along with our bread and salt. I'm sure you'll be satisfied." Sir Bandon said. Kira cautiously looked up at Lady Laerra, assuring she had permission before taking some bread and venison. She nodded. The other's continued with their meals as Kira took a small bite out of the venison. It had been masterfully prepared, though she didn't really have the capacity to admire it, what with thoughts of her full bladder cluttering her mind. Her eyes wandered back over to the servant's, her face straining as she shuffled in her seat. A trembling hand rubbed her bladder, her legs double crossed underneath the table. Kira could relate to the poor girl's plight, though she didn't have the luxury of being outwardly desperate or crossing her legs for that matter. "So... I must ask, Queen Kira," Lady Laerra asked as she stabbed into another piece of her sausage. "Pardon me if this seems crude, but how did you come to be in charge of the Elven Kingdom?" She quickly took another bite. "As far as I've heard, your father was a blacksmith and your mother a tavern maid... Anyone else in your position wouldn't be anywhere near a throne." Kira glanced towards the floor. "Well... I cannot say it has been easy..." She huffed. "A civil war had broken out between the elves once I had reached womanhood. My father and I smithed sharp weapons and strong armor to our prior queen, Lady Ana. She and I became acquainted, and eventually, we had won, though our enemies cursed us and swore vengeance. We've yet to encounter them again. " She took a small sip of wine, all the talking making her mouth dry up. "Eventually, she passed, and appointed me the ruler." "I see," Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "What is this lass' story, then?" She pointed her fork towards Vea. "She's my right hand, my lady. She was once a skilled archer, bound in service to Lady Ana. When she passed, she then swore to serve me, though under a different role." She took a sip from her cup, her eyes darting to Vea for a moment before returning to Lady Laerra. "Vea is an excellent adviser and a better friend. I doubt I would be where I was today if not for her." She glanced over to her, a small grin on her face. Vea took a bite out of her bread, straightened her lips and glancing downwards. A particularly strong urge made itself apparent, causing her to squeeze her legs together. She'd have ripped the lower half of the dress away to cross her legs if this meeting wasn't so important. "M-Malady..." The woman to their right spoke, her entire form shivering. "Might I-I be ex- excused?" "No, you may not." The poor girl whimpered, her arms tensing up and her elbows locked, both hands shoved in her crotch. "Please, malady, it- it's rather urgent." "She said no, girl." Gregor snapped. His tone was harsher. The girl moaned quietly, slumped over in her chair. "Show respect to your liege lady, peasant!" Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, forcing her back up to the chair. Her face was covered in sweat, tears welling in her eyes. "Malady-" A pained whine passed through her, rocking in her chair. "It- it's been , I need to release!" She took a few quick breaths in. "I-I can't-" A hissing sound filled the room. Piss splattered on the ground. Kira's eyes widened as the girl pissed, hard. She felt her hands move to her lap, squeezing her dress as she focused on keeping her own load inside. The four humans stared at her in shock as she continued to pee. "I'm sorry, I-I-I can't stop!" She cried, her clothes soaked with piss. Kira's face strained as she clenched her thighs together, her legs shaking from the effort. Eventually, her stream slowed to a stop, tears staining her cheeks and a large puddle forming under the table. "I..." She looked up to Lady Laerra. "I'm so sorry, my lady! Please forgive me!" "Get her out of my sight." Lady Laerra commanded. " . Take her to her quarters." "Right away, my lady." Sir Bandon stood, along with his sons. Benjen grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her out from her chair forcibly. "This way, wench. You'd have better enjoyed it. Making a mockery of us..." He grumbled. "It might be the last time you piss for a very long time, girl," Gregor spoke, his voice raspy. "You wait till your father hears of this." The four exited the room. Lady Laerra took a large gulp out of her cup. "I apologize. She will be punished for such rudeness." "Worry not, Lady Laerra." "Anyway, I think we should move to the topic at hand: our deal." "Y- Yes?" Kira raised her head. Her bladder throbbed, begging for any form of release. The Lady stared her down for a moment, taking note of every fidget and twitch Kira made- every sign of need or urgency about her. "The gold you've given us is adequate, and you haven't released your waters in well over five months now..." She took a quick sip of her wine. "But, your kingdom has almost nothing to give us in return. Our lands are plentiful and fertile, our soldiers are many and strong, and we have no use for your weapons." She lifted her glass up, swishing the wine around as she shot Kira a devious look- similar to that Sir Bandon's sons had given her in the months prior. "Honestly, I could keep you filled and desperate for months longer." "You can't!" Kira's head shot to the right. Vea leaned forward in her seat. "And why not?" "Queen Kira has held for long enough! She has proven her worth!" She spoke with passion, standing up and pushing her chair back. "For five months, she has fought day in and day out for her kingdom! She's spent countless nights staying awake so she would still keep her oath! She has never been late on the deliveries for coin, or steel, or arms!" She pled, clasping her hands together and intertwining her fingers. "Please, my lady. She deserves some rest, for a few nights, at least." Lady Laerra looked up at her. She stared in silence for a minute. Then two. Three, four, five... "You," She pointed a thin finger to Vea "grab the chamberpot." Her finger moved to the corner of the room, a large, brass pot sat at the corner. Vea nodded, quickly retrieving it. She took it by its sides and picked it up, her arms barely wrapping around it to pick it up. It was about twice as heavy as any crossbow or sword she had ever held, and just as wide as a shield. She took slow, cautious steps. Queen Kira could feel her desperation rising with each step Vea took with the chamber pot in her hands. The corset seemed to grow tighter, her bladder bump seeming to grow larger, and the need undeniably growing to its breaking point. She fidgeted a little, her legs crossing as she tried to keep her composure "That pot could easily hold the waters of even the fullest bladder. We used to use them as wine pitchers for feasts, though they were far too impractical. They could fit around half a keg if you filled it to the brim." Lady Laerra stood up from the table. "Set it down, right beside your queen." Vea did as she was told and stood at Kira's side, wishing not to endanger her queen's chances of relief any further. "You'll have your chance to relieve yourself, but not before I have." She hiked up her long dress, pulling her panties down and squatting down over the pot. Queen Kira stared at her with wide eyes. "N-No, my lady, ple-" A loud hissing sound filled the room, piss colliding with the inner walls of the chamberpot. Kira almost doubled over, her legs squeezed together tightly. She took a few bated breaths, attempting to turn her head away. "You watch if you want to pee after me." She groaned quietly and focused directly on her, as much as it pained her bladder to do so. Lady Laerra stared at her, her face as solid and stoic as stone. Kira almost questioned if she could feel anything. A minute or so passed, her stream still going as strong as when she began. She rubbed her bladder over the corset, throbbing wildly she leaned forward slightly. One hand had balled itself into a fist, the other pressed into her lap. Two desperate minutes passed, the stream still very strong. Kira held herself openly with both hands, not caring who saw or how she acted anymore. She could feel her bladder trying to push its overfilled load out onto the floor of Lady Laerra's kitchen. Vea watched on- she had never seen her Queen this desperate, not even on her worst nights. "My lady, please. The Queen-" "N-No, I can wait..." Kira said, her voice shaking and quiet. Her entire body strained and trembled, exerting so much force to keep her pee from leaking out. Two more minutes passed. Tears formed in Kira's eyes. She had turned towards the Lady, forcing herself to keep her eyes on her, no matter how difficult it was. Sweat poured from her legs and chest, her linen shirt surely drenched by this point. Her teeth felt like they were floating, her piss dangerously close to squirting out. Finally, the stream abruptly stopped, still quite strong by the end of it. Kira could've sworn she saw her legs twitch as she stopped, though she didn't have the capacity to process it at the moment, currently taken up by five months worth of pee. Her head shot up, watching as Lady Laerra pulled her panties back up. "You may go." She didn't need to tell her twice. Kira shot up out of her chair and hiked up her dress. She tore her leggings down with her panties, a torrent of pee shooting out of her forcefully. Her whole body tensed for a moment, then relaxed. She felt her arms fall to her sides, her aching bladder crying out in ecstatic glee now that it was finally able to release. A goofy smile spread across her face, the world around her seeming to fade away in the relief. Her mind felt foggy- as if she had just awoken from a long slumber. The feeling continued for what seemed like an eternity, and she relished in every second of it. "Stop." Kira hadn't been expecting her to have to stop. Panic set in almost immediately. She squeezed her legs together, clenching her muscles up, but the stream still flowed. Her brow wrinkled and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying her hardest to stop it. "I said stop." Lady Laerra repeated, a little harsher this time. "I-I'm trying..." Kira locked up, her body straining and creaking under her demands. She'd have loved to just sit there and piss the entire contents of her bladder out... with no one to stop her from relieving herself. Alas, she wasn't so lucky. Tears came to her eyes, her legs shaking as she finally managed to slow the stream. She finally cut it off, her urethra stinging and her bladder howling for more to be released. Kira pulled her leggings back up and pushed her dress. She walked back over to Vea and clasped her hands together. Her arms were shaky, uneasy, though her legs were in such a worse state. Her bladder throbbed wildly, only a fraction of its capacity being released in the short minutes it had been allowed to release it. "Now, remind me..." Lady Laerra crossed her legs. "How long of a drive is it back to your capital?" "T-Three days, my lady." "You may release the rest once you get there. That shouldn't be a problem, should it?" Lady Laerra questioned with s devilish smile, leaning forward and taking a sip of her wine. "You're not going to piss yourself, are you queen? I will find out if you do, and you what happens then." "Of course not, my lady," Kira responded with a shaken voice, though she wasn't certain she could keep her promise. if she could've, she'd have pissed right then and there and would've gladly taken whatever punishment Lady Laerra's could've dished out, but there was more at stake than just her. She had a kingdom to feed and protect, she wasn't going to fail them- quite the opposite, in fact. Kira was going to give it her all, regardless of whether she had to hold another three days or another three months. "Good. You've got a long ride ahead of you, best hurry along." "R-Right, yes." She stepped to the right side of the table. "Thank you for your hospitality, my lady. I look forward to our next meeting." "As do I, Queen Kira." "Until then." She quickly turned around and heading towards the exit. Vea pushed the door open for her, allowing her to step through first. She shot Lady Laerra an angered glare, but she still kept her little devious grin. "Vea," Her head turned, immediately shutting the door and walking towards her queen. "Yes, my queen?" Kira was leaned against the wall, her legs pressed together and a hand in her lap. "Let's go." "Yes, my queen. I'll get the carriage."
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