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  1. Pain

    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.
  2. bladderboi

    Nurse desperate to pee

    Found this one on youtube, not sure if posted already. Also, would anyone know the original?
  3. A NEW TOILET IN THE HOUSE (NOTE! The following stories will be a bit different from what has been requested! I just want to make sure i took the idea from somewhere on this site!) A couple from New Zealand found their toilet to be broken and they decided it's time to buy a new one but tomorrow cause it's too late(10:30 p.m.) so they will go shopping tomorrow in the morning. Actually, the boy was the only one who went shopping cause his gf is an oversleeper and he wanted to avoid the long lines or queues so he woke up early. When she finally woke up, she saw her bf with the new toilet, but the toilet looked unusual to her as it's a new high technology toilet. It can talk,it can clean itself,the toilet seat can be up and down depends on your vocal message, that means whenever you say flush the toilet, it flushes by itself as an example. And something very interesting: it also has password so you can lock/unlock the toilet at anytime. But she doesn't seem to be so happy. Her: Sorry, babe! I don't want to make you upset but i kinda dislike this new toilet you bought. Him: Are you kidding me? It is like the iPhones we have, a new thing in technology. Please let me show you how does it work! Her: no,no please! away! (a bit mad and slightly pushed his hands away) Him: are you okay, honey? Her: I told you i don't like it so i think i won't use it anyway! It's just so hard for me to get used to some things. He knows her very well, anytime when it's something she doesn't like, she gets so mad that she can push smth or someone so hard even her bf. So he decides to play with her so she can start to behave nicely no matter if she likes something or not. He just dislikes to see her mad for unknown/stupid reason. Him: Fine, you give me no choice. Her: What do you mean? Him: I'm gonna put a password so the toilet will be locked. And don't try to ask me about the password cause you said you will not use the toilet, didn't you? Him: But don't worry i will tell you my password if you change your mind but with one condition: you have to do what i tell you or you can pee wherever you want but i won't do that if i were you. Her: why? Him: cause i don't want to get caught, you know? You have two options, it's your choice,babe. (He left but not before to give her a kiss) Her(realizing she did something stupid): Oh fuck! What have i done? TO BE CONTINUED
  4. Alex Oxford

    Other Cam Models?

    Hi everyone, For a minute now there has been a thread for a a cam girl, and several other models have been mentioned in that thread. However, due to the nature of the thread, and some of the rules imposed by moderators, the links and references to other models were removed, which I perfectly understand. However, I still remain curious has to who these other cam models are. Are there other cam models that are willing to do omo content? And if so, who? While I understand there may be rules that apply to this request, as there were before due to the issues that came up, I think it would be great to know the other individuals in the industry that are willing to put omo content on their shows. I'm definitely interested in knowing who else is out there, and if the other thread was not appropriate for mentioning them, perhaps this one will be, as long as there are no objections :)
  5. Burstin

    Trapped and bursting

    I thought I’d just take 5 minutes to jot down possibly the most cliché thing that has ever happened to me… On Thursday I headed to work holding an all-night full bladder which was absolutely bursting when I woke. Showering was difficult but somehow I managed to hold on, and the drive to work was insufferable, I vowed that I would pee as soon as I got into work but there was so much to do that I got distracted and although I was aware that my bladder was about to explode I managed to hold it through the morning. I was upstairs in the stockroom at around 1pm when the urgency hit me with such force that I had to cross my legs tightly, I was mid stock take and fortunately alone so I held myself and pee danced while I completed the last page. As I was about to leave and head to the loo one of my team leaders came upstairs to ask me some questions, I needed a wee so badly that I could barely concentrate on a word she was saying and I had to squeeze everything so tightly that I thought I would rupture something. I stood there trying desperately not to wet myself whilst also trying to wrap up the conversation quickly so that I could dash to the loo. My legs were crossed and I daren’t move for fear of a flood, it hurt so much that I really couldn’t think of anything other than how desperately I needed the loo. I think my team leader was mid-sentence when I blurted out “I’m sorry, I’m desperate for the loo, I’ve got to go”, I headed towards the stairs but knew I wouldn’t make it so quickly jumped in the goods lift and dragged the doors closed behind me… I pressed the button and held myself as a small squirt of pee escaped. The lift had barely started to move when it jumped to a halt, this caused another slightly larger squirt. I was so desperate I knew I couldn’t hold it for much longer and cursed myself for not making time to relieve myself earlier! I stabbed at the buttons with my finger but nothing happened, I pee danced furiously, my judgement was clouded by my desperation and I spent a good 5 minutes just standing there trying not to wet myself before remembering that I needed to inform somebody that I was there. I pressed the alarm button firmly whilst crossing my legs tighter and pressing my free hand into my crotch, after what seemed like an eternity my team leader came to the door and shouted down that she would get help. I hoped she would hurry as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back the flood, I was already dreading wetting myself and being forced to do the walk of shame in front of my rescuers! My only saving grace was that because it was a goods lift there were no cameras inside it so I was free to hold myself and pee dance as much as I needed. I paced back and forth slowly in the small space, trying not to jolt my bladder too much but taking advantage of the fact that moving legs seemed to help. I managed to hold it pretty well like this for around 15 minutes, carefully and slowly pacing with every ounce of concentration trying to relax and not panic. After that though it suddenly became so painful that I could hardly walk, I was so utterly desperate for a wee I contemplated squatting in a corner and letting go, however with the industrial metal floor there was nothing so soak it up and I would have to face my rescuers knowing that the puddle on the floor came from my bladder… Far too embarrassing! I knew I had no choice but to try my hardest to hold it and hope that I wouldn’t be stuck for too long. My manager had been along and reassured me that an engineer was on his way but that it could be up to 4 hours, I knew there was absolutely no way on earth I could hold it for anywhere near that long so hoped he would be quick. I unzipped my trousers and placed both hands into my crotch, carefully pressing a single finger onto my pee hole then using the pressure of both hands to press it firmly into place. It really hurt, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them back and gritted my teeth as the pain settled a little. In that moment I’d have given anything to be able to relieve myself, my abdomen felt as though it was going to explode with the pressure and the pain low down was tremendous but I was absolutely determined not to wet myself. Another 30 minutes passed and the chance of me getting to a loo before the dam burst was becoming less and less likely, I had leaked a substantial amount and was back to trying to ‘walk it off’ but I was so desperate that I could hardly walk! I shouted up to see if there was any update on an engineer and my team leader said she would go and find out, she had been charged with keeping me company but I wasn’t particularly fussed about company unless that company could get me out or provide me with a bucket or something to pee into! When she eventually returned she said that my manager was calling to get an update, she had come to the floor below me this time and we discovered we could speak using our normal voices rather than shouting. “You ok?” she asked, “I’m literally bursting for a wee, I don’t think I can hold it for much longer” I replied, I no longer cared who knew it. “Didn’t you go earlier when you said you needed it?” she asked, “Erm, no, that was when I got stuck in the lift, it’s hurting it’s so bad now!” I said through my gritted teeth. “Oh my god I’m surprised you’ve not wet yourself!” she exclaimed, “I’m not far off!” I laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation. She then launched into a tale of the time she had needed a wee the most “Once I was on my way to my Nan’s house on the train and I was desperate for a wee, then the train got stuck and had to stop because someone had jumped in front of a train further down the line so we were there for almost 3 hours before someone finally came and got us off the train and walked us to a coach to take us to the next station. I was absolutely beside myself. I was so desperate that I even considered just letting it go onto the seat, I was wearing a skirt so could have hiked it up and just peed, but I was embarrassed so I held it!” Suddenly I was fascinated, “Wow, how on earth did you hold it for all that time?” I asked her, “It was okay at first I just needed it badly then it got worse and worse and worse until eventually it was all I could think about and then when they came to get us off the train and onto the coach I had to hold myself while I walked, climbing down the ladder onto the track was almost more than I could manage, I had to really squeeze hard to hold it in or I’d have peed on the guy at the bottom holding the ladder!” she answered, “Oh dear, how on earth did you manage to hold it until the next station on the coach?” I asked, flushing with excitement but trying to play it cool. “Well, walking wasn’t too bad, it seemed to help even though it hurt, but when I got on the coach I had to hold myself again and bounced around on the seat like crazy! There was several of us all in the same state though, there was one woman who peed as soon as we got off the train, she just stooped down where she was and peed, it went on forever she must have been absolutely desperate to resort to that, we were all standing there and she was just peeing in the middle of us all!” she then added “Sorry, it’s probably not helping talking about people weeing while you’re so desperate!” “Actually it’s taking my mind off it a little for some reason” I answered, eager to continue the conversation I added “So how long had you been holding it, and why didn’t you go before you got on the train?” “Well, I’d been shopping in Birmingham before getting on the train and had drunk a large coffee and a bottle of water, oh and a large coke at McDonalds with my lunch, I realised I needed it while I was stood on the platform but it was a long way to go all the way back up to the station and I didn’t want to miss my train, plus my Nan only lives a few minutes from the train station so I thought I’d be able to go in half an hour or so when I got off the train, little did I know there would be such a delay!” she answered, I could barely move again now from the pressure and pain in my bladder, I was standing with my legs crossed and my hands in my crotch and genuinely thought I was about to lose it. “It was the worst I’ve ever needed a wee, it hurt so badly that I would have done anything to be able to go! I was looking for a cup or anything that I could just let a bit out into, I even got up and walked to see if there was an empty carriage so I could hide behind a seat and go but there were people in all of them” she said, “I’m surprised you didn’t end up wetting yourself!” I exclaimed, afraid that I was about to do exactly that. “No, I was determined I wasn’t going to do that, I surprised myself with how long I could hold it actually, after an hour I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer but it was more than 4 hours by the time I got to the loo at the next station” she said, sounding proud. “Wow that’s a long time to hold it, I’m not surprised it hurt, I bet you ran to the loo when you got to the station didn’t you?” I enquired, I was squeezing everything but still trickling now, standing with my legs crossed trying to concentrate on my questions and remain part of the conversation despite my bladder beginning to fail in the most painful of ways. “Well to be honest by the time I got off the train I could hardly walk, my bladder hurt so much and was so hard that when I walked it felt as though it was bouncing and it really hurt and I felt as though if I opened my legs too far I would wee myself! So I had to walk slowly and really squeeze hard, I pretty much waddled to the loo and there was only one cubicle with several people waiting, I literally didn’t think I could hold it any longer and was trying not to hold myself as people were looking so I just stood with my legs crossed so tightly and everything tensed and held on for dear life until it was my turn, I have to admit I had started to pee a little by the time I got to the front of the queue and by the time it was my turn my knickers were damp and my tights had wet streaks down them! It was the best wee EVER!” she proclaimed. I had fallen silent in desperation, I had to go SO badly that I couldn’t even form a sentence, it hurt like nothing on earth and I was barely holding it despite the squeezing and pressing of my fingers deeply into my pee hole. “Are you okay in there boss?” the team leader asked, “Mmm hmmm!” I replied through gritted teeth, I threw my head back and bit my lip as the pain reached unbearable levels. “I bet you’re about to burst aren’t you? You’ve been in there for two hours!” she said, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, no wonder it was so agonisingly painful, I had been bursting at the seams when I entered the lift! “I’m going to wet myself, is the engineer here yet?” I asked frantically as pee rushed out of my pee hole past my fingers and soaked my crotch leaving a wet patch that ran down my thigh. I tried to hold it but it was just becoming so urgent that I was having real trouble. “You can hold it, remember me on the train? I thought I was going to wet myself but held it for hours, it hurts but you can hold it!” she replied, “I thought I was going to wet myself when I was talking to you earlier, now it’s actually happening! I really can’t hold it it’s starting to come! PLEASE find someone who can let me out, can you pull the doors open?? Even if you just pass something in like a bucket or something?” I pleaded. I could hear her tugging at the doors and I could hear the outer one open, “Can you open the door? I can see the bottom of the lift!” she said, I had to really hold myself as I pulled open the door, there was a gap at the bottom but it was only about an inch wide, it was no good, she couldn’t pass in a bucket or anything that would help. I thought I was going to cry, I was literally about to burst, my bladder hurt so much and was cramping so badly that I knew I would completely lose it any second. “Ooh, I know!” she said and I heard her rush off, I was really leaking when she came back but was valiantly trying to hold back the full flood, my trousers were becoming more and more damp though and their pale grey colour was really showing the streaks! I was panicking which didn’t help, “Here! It has no holes as it has to keep the air in, it can be our secret I won’t tell anyone!” she said as she pushed a plastic vacuum storage bag through the tiny gap, “Go into this and pass it back through to me and I will throw it away, I’ll make sure nobody comes while you do it!” she said. I have never been so grateful in my whole life; I rolled down the top of the huge Ziploc back and made a sort of bucket shape out of the thick plastic. It felt weird pulling down my trousers and knickers but I was so utterly bursting that I soon got over it in favour of relief, I squatted down over the rolled up bag and before I had time to think about it I was letting rip the strongest, fastest wee I have ever known, it could clearly be heard hitting the plastic and it hurt a little to finally be relaxing my sore muscles. It felt hot coming out and I couldn’t stop shaking as I finally felt my poor bladder empty… “Blimey, are you ever going to stop? Do you need another bag?” I heard my team leader just outside the door laughing. I felt so embarrassed that I stopped peeing almost instantly and just couldn’t start again, I still needed it quite badly but at least I felt a lot better than I had moments before. I lingered over the bag for a while desperately starting to restart the stream to feel the relief of a full bladder but the embarrassment of the situation had overcome the desperation so I knew it was a lost cause. I stood up and sighed with relief before carefully lifting the bag up and meticulously sealed the top of the bag to ensure than none could escape as I squeezed it out of the gap for my ever loyal team leader to dispose of! As I passed it out of the gap I thanked her for her innovation, she had saved me a major embarrassment, particularly since it was another 2 hours before the engineer arrived and another 30 minutes before he managed to free me, by this time my trousers had dried but I was absolutely bursting for a wee again and couldn’t wait to go and sit on a lovely cool toilet and enjoy complete relief! My team leader hasn’t stopped talking about it every time we’re alone now, and keeps telling me every time she’s desperate for a wee! I may have started something! x
  6. I was browsing through old stuff I'd written when I came across this. I don't remember when I wrote it or for what purpose, and it's not really a story so much as it is the introduction to one. There's not a whole lot to it, but hey, I liked it and figured I might as well share what I did end up writing. Note that this story is written from the first-person perspective of one character; this isn't an actual experience or anything. It's all fiction. --- My girlfriend is amazing. Perhaps extraordinary would be a better word. I've always been pretty laid-back and relaxed about things. I find that life is too short to worry much about the small things, especially if they're not enough to really cause a bother. I mean, I know that there are probably some guys who would have problems with the fact that their girlfriend is stronger than they are by a large margin, or that she has some kind of power that you don't understand and can't really comprehend. It can be scary to look at things like that, but from my perspective, I just think of it in terms of "My girlfriend can really kick some ass" and I'm proud of her. When your girlfriend is the kind of heroine who's out there busting her ass to keep megalomaniacal creeps from ruining things for everyone, it seems to me that a little humility is in order anyway. I don't have a problem with indulging in her kinks and desires, being on the bottom during sex once in a while, and being the one who wakes up every morning to make the coffee. I enjoy the current state of affairs, and as of late, there haven't been many crazy people thinking they can get away with grandiose shit. Thing is, if they knew what I knew, they might get away with more. Yeah, my girlfriend is super strong, amazingly resilient, sharp as a tack and amazing in bed, but she's got one really huge weak point. A weak point only I and someone else know about. Let's be honest here - I'm kind of a pervert, and so is she, we've got some fetishes between us that are probably well out of the mainstream, but that doesn't ever stop us from having fun. What she doesn't know, however, is that I know her weak point, and as of late I sold knowledge of it to someone who's been having me make use of it in... creative... ways, ever since. This morning would be no different, as I opened my eyes, put on my glasses, and paused for the minute or so it would take me to build up the willpower to get out of bed and downstairs to the kitchen. The knowledge of what I was going to do, however, made that much easier, and as carefully as possible I eased out of bed so as not to wake her up, slipped on some clothing and tiptoed down into the kitchen, where I had left my phone charging. While I filled the coffee pot with water and got a filter and grounds out of the cabinet, I turned on my phone, and checked it for new messages. The one I had been hoping to find was there. Stakeout today. Give her an extra dose - M. I admit, it's probably a bit strange for someone to get an erection from making coffee. It wasn't just the making of the coffee that aroused me, though - it was the coffee-like substance that I plucked from a hidden corner of a spice cabinet. I took two pinches of the fine powder from the pouch and added them to the coffee, then poured in the water and set the pot in place as the coffee began to drip. You see, my amazing girlfriend's one big weakness is her bladder. Not that it's weak - not by a long shot. Her bladder is more like one of those containment devices for nuclear waste. Nothing leaks out of it for like, fifty years, unless someone tampers with it. In this case, the person doing the tampering was me. I was hard as a rock by now, but thankfully as a male I could write this off to normal morning wood and not look suspicious in the slightest. The coffee brewing, I tiptoed back up the stairs, checked the clock, and kissed her on the cheek gently, whispering in her ear: "Come on, babe. Time to get up." The short blonde hair shifted slightly as she rolled onto her back, letting me see her cute face with eyes still closed, and I kissed her again on the lips, this time met by a tongue which quested out from her mouth and tried to gain entry to mine. That was definitely no sleepy reflex kiss. "Already?" she asked with a sleepy murmur, and I nodded, despite the fact that her eyes were still closed. "Shit, I have to piss. I had too much to drink last night." Though I always would steer her towards bed when she'd been drinking and get her to sleep without visiting the toilet, my girlfriend's iron bladder had yet to burst in her sleep. But she almost always woke up with a throbbing need to go, and reluctantly she threw back the covers, giving me a glimpse of her curvy body and luscious big tits, which I couldn't help but grope as she sat up in bed, evoking a soft sigh of pleasure. "Mmm." I distracted her further with another kiss, sucking firmly on the side of her neck, sitting behind her and letting her feel the pressure of my hard penis against her back. "Damn it. Is it going to be the stakeout today? Still no word?" she asked, referring to her partner who took the night shift, and I nodded, giving her shoulders a quick rub. "Shit. I've gotten up all horny... fuck." "Coffee will be ready when you get downstairs," I said, giving her a swat on the butt. "I'll start making us something to eat." Gingerly, she rose from the bed, and openly holding her crotch she started to waddle slowly towards the bathroom. No leaks that I could detect, running my hand against the sheets where she'd been sitting, and again where she'd been laying down as she slept. That's my girl. Still hard as a stone, I considered jerking off before going to cook, but decided against it. She'd likely be gone all day, and I would have plenty of time to entertain myself. Walking more normally this time, I descended the staircase, and went back into the kitchen, opening the fridge for some eggs and bacon and untwisting the twist tie on the loaf of bread. Percolating away steadily, the coffee pot was about half full at this point, and I heard the bathroom door shut, then the shower turn on. I smirked; she's so proud of her giant bladder that it would be just like her to force herself to shower before using the toilet. I doubted she'd pee in the shower. The thought of her grabbing her crotch and bending double as the hot water streamed all over her body kept me hard, and I started cracking some eggs to make scrambled eggs and bacon. The shower ran for about ten minutes, ten minutes that I could only imagine were pure blissful torture for my girlfriend the heroine. You see, while she can hold her piss like no one's business, it definitely has a... weakening effect on her to be so full. After she lets go, she recovers soon enough, but coupling her pride together with her immense holding power means that I can get away with quite a lot of shenanigans. Of course, I was going to be drinking this coffee too, and I'd probably be wetting like the dickens all day. Difference is, I'll be able to walk fifteen feet to the toilet and relieve myself immediately, while she's going to be who knows where maintaining a constant vigil on some boring building or what have you, with only her aching bladder for company. If I was in her place, I'd probably be wetting my pants three times at the least, because my bladder is tiny as hell and holds maybe a few thimblefuls before I lose it. When the coffee finished percolating, I poured a big mug for each of us, and setting out a plate with some eggs, bacon, toast and a small butter dish, I set her place first and then continued to work on my own breakfast. Like I said, I'm comfortable with this role reversal, especially when it means I get to fuck with her this much. The shower had stopped, and the toilet flushed, and soon enough she came into the kitchen dressed smartly in a business jacket and skirt. Power attire. "You're the best," she says, flashing me an amazing smile, and I kiss her as she sits down for breakfast. "Today is going to be boring as hell. I can't even use my smartphone because it might set off some sensors or something. All I'm going to have is a book and thoughts of you to get me through the day." Then she gave me a downright evil grin, and I knew I was about to be in for something. Between scrapes of the butter knife on the toast she laid out her ultimatum: "You've got the world's biggest morning wood today. I don't want you jerking off at all until I get home. Got it? You know I'll know if you do." And she would. Immediately I realized I was facing a very long day myself, because thoughts of her desperate suffering would be with me the entire time she was gone, keeping me in a state of perpetual hardness. I pouted as I set out my own breakfast, but watching her drink her coffee with gusto while she attacked her breakfast distracted me from objecting too much. We made small talk over the table for another fifteen minutes or so, and I glanced at the clock. Still ten minutes before she had to leave, and she was starting to squirm in her chair. If I didn't distract her, she'd probably go pee again before leaving, and that wouldn't be any fun... hell, I had to pee, too, but being hard kept the urge down for the time being. Sometimes being a guy has huge advantages, and as I stood up to clear my plate and make like I was going to take hers, I suddenly leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, hard enough that she started to moan gently and thrust her tongue against mine. Breaking the kiss after a minute, she gave me a grin, cheeks flushed rosy red, and winked. "I love getting a goodbye kiss," she murmured, standing up, but when she did so I suddenly pressed her against the wall and kissed her again, my erection rubbing lightly against her thigh, through my clothing and hers. I could feel how her legs were shifting uncomfortably against one another, an echo of how my own bladder was starting to protest and a hot pressure was growing at the base of my penis. I wasn't kidding myself - if she really didn't want this, then she could have pushed me away with about as much effort as it takes to push one's chair in. Or judo-thrown me to the floor so hard it would break bones. The only reason I was getting away with this is because she was letting me. Thankfully, it distracted her from her throbbing bladder, and when I pressed up against her she ran her hands against my back and shivered, letting out a soft mewl of pleasure as my fingers massaged her breasts lightly through the white button-up shirt. "Yes... yes, oh, fuck... mmm, yeah... shit... I really... mmh... it's almost time, I have to..." I glanced at the clock, distracted her with one more long kiss, and then broke away with a grin on my face - one that was actualy hard to maintain because my own bladder was starting to scream with discontent, but if I wiggled around it might make her recall her own situation, and risk a quick bathroom break before heading out. "We'll continue this discussion when I get home," she said with a wink, and as I walked her to the door for one last kiss, I inwardly rejoiced. Once she got in the car, there would be no pee breaks for... shit, I didn't even know how long. "I'll look forward to that," I promised. "And I won't masturbate." She nodded, acknowledging her power to forbid me from self-gratification with just a word, and then made her way to the car, legs wiggling just a little bit as she did. Maybe, I thought, as I saw her get in the car and drive off, maybe it's fucked up and messed up and wrong or whatever, but it seems like sometimes our relationship is built on mutually fucking with each other. Shit, I had to piss. Once her car was out of sight, I hurried back into the house and walked quickly to the toilet, only to realize I'd gotten hard again, and I did a stupid-looking pee dance in front of the toilet with my cock out and bouncing up and down, begging for release but too damn stupid to get soft so I could pee... had I somehow missed her spiking my drink with Viagra again? I sure as hell hoped not. This was going to be a long day...
  7. Kirti has been working as a maid at our place for a couple of years now. She recently got married and shifted to another city but my memories with her remained firm in my mind. She is 24 years old , not much older than I am . Both of us shared a friendly and cordial relationship but still talking of the sadist mind that I have, I wanted to see her desperate for the toilets once, just once. She got hitched earlier this year.After spending a couple of months at her husband’s place she came back to the city and soon resumed work at our house. She belongs to one of those financially unstable families , although my mom pays her well enough it somehow seems to be insufficient for her. We both shared our lives with each other as friends and she often told me about the things she came across in her day to day life. It was post her marriage that she had developed a huge fetish for branded and expensive saris and a majority part of her income was being consumed by these purchases. Yes apart from what my mother pays her, I have lent her money a countless number of times, because we both have developed a mutual trust and we don’t keep an account of the give and take we do. The other day she told me that she wanted to buy one of those overrated silk saris, goddamn seriously , this was going to be her third purchase of the month! It cost around a whooping Rs. 4795 but she didn’t have any money left in her wallet, she had spent a majority of her income. Okay I don’t say that it is wrong for a person to buy something if they want to but, overdoing something is bad. She couldn’t ask for money from her husband or her parents because they themselves are struggling financially to make ends meet. The only person left in the picture to ask for some finance is obviously me, because with me she wouldn’t have to bother to return it. She came silently came up to my room and with a pinch of smile asked, “Hey could you give me some money I really have to buy that sari I saw the other day at the mall” she said, “I’ll totally return it later”, we both knew she wouldn’t . “Sari?! Again!?” I asked with a hint of uneasiness with this demand of hers , “I thought you brought a sari two weeks back ?” “Yes I did, but this one I am talking about is from a seasonal sale and they may run out of stock anytime ,that’s is why I really need to buy it now” she replied. Although I was highly reluctant to give her any money, I had to because she really pleaded me for it. “Okay fine how much do you want? May I tell you ,I don’t have a lot of cash with me right now” I stated. “Oh I already have around 2000 rupees ,I need a considerable sum of money more” she said. “I just have 600 hundred bucks left with me, I can lend that to you” “Ya that sounds good, thank you so much” she said as she supported herself with both hands on my desk. I gave her the money and continued with my daily routine of sitting around wasting time during my semester breaks. Then later that day out of nowhere an idea struck me. What if I ask her to hold it in return of more money? Okay this sounds easy but actually it’s really scary to ask a woman , whom you’ve not been involved sexually with , to hold her pee. I have been desperate for some Omorashi action for months now and this seemed to be good opportunity but chances were that she might get angry , real angry at this. The next day she arrived as usual at 7:00am, wearing a purple purple kurta and black salwar,her long black hair tide back. The moment I saw her my mind filled with images of her desperate to use the toilets, but that was way down the road right now. At around 10:00 when my parents and brother went to work and school respectively, I managed to muster up some strength and walk up to Kirti who was working in the kitchen preparing something what seemed like a curry. “So have you managed to accumulate the remaining amount for you sari?” I asked . “No , I don’t think I’ll be able to buy it, there is no way I can collect that much cash in time” This was my chance, I had a good reserve left in my bank account and maybe I could have exchanged it with witnessing a female desperation scenario of a lifetime, but I certainly was not going to force her into it. “Look..” I said with hesitance in my voice, “.. I have a little cash in my bank account, I could withdraw it for you but…” I stopped, rationalizing in my mind whether to port forth my demands or not. “…but what?” Kirti asked, maybe she looked at it as a glimmer of hope and didn’t want it to extinguish. “..but I want you to do a favor for me” I said, my head was starting to go blank with fear and nervousness as I was about to say it. “Oh what do you want me to do? I’ll do anything…” she said excited and smiling now. “I’ll tell you but first promise me , you won’t tell it to anyone” I said, making sure this conversation remained between both of us, “It may sound a little gross and you can turn down the offer if you’re not willing but please don’t tell about this to anyone” I repeated myself. “Ya I won’t tell anyone, but what is it?” she asked. “I want you to hold your pee” I said, my brain went blank with fear , doubt , guilt and shame as I said this to a woman who saw me as a friend and nothing else. I didn’t knew how she would react to such a statement, I thought she was going to be really angry at me but all she seemed to be was confused , “What? Why would you want me to do that? I would never do that! ” she said ,making a disgusted face ,maybe implying that the deal was now off. I was now loosing on my only chance to make Kirti hold it. “Please could you do this for me, just once” I begged like a small child does for toys. “What will you get from making me do that?” she asked again, this time with a smile on her face. “I really want to know how long you can hold because I’ve never seen you use the toilets in our home” I said, I was now getting more shameless and more nervous at the same time in admitting my kinks. This was true, during her twelve hour shift from 7:00 am to 7:00 pm I had never ever seen her going to the toilets ever. “I assure you, you’ll be paid well for this” I told her. “I didn’t realize you noticed me so much, I am unsure of it, what do I have to do?” she asked, “I never knew you thought of me that way” “You’ll just have to drink a lot and hold yourself as long as you possibly can” I said, “..and the longer you hold it, the more I’ll pay you” . By this time I was blushing with embarrassment. “Okay, but I’ not so sure of it” she answered. “Ya it is totally your call, I don’t want to force you into this” I was absolutely damn sure that I’ve lost the deal, she was never going to agree to this but I desperately wanted her to say yes to it. “Okay I’ll do it, but on one condition, I’ll go whenever I want to” she stated, loud and clear. I couldn’t believe my ears , it felt as if I was dreaming and this dream was going to break any moment from now. I had the wildest goose bumps of my life when she agreed to it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, just to make sure she wasn’t doing it out of any pressure. “Ya, just tell me what I’ve to do” she said. “You’ve to drink a big bottle of water a hold it till you possibly can’t any longer” I said as I went on to pick up a 2.25 liter bottle of Mountain Dew from the table . Her eyes widened horror as she saw the huge bottle I held in my hand, maybe analyzing the idea of that much liquid in her bladder. Truth be told I really wanted to test her bladder capacity ,to make her hold to her absolute limit , push her to the point where it wouldn’t be possible to hold on any longer. I filled the bottle with chilled water and placed it on the table back again. “Oh my god, seriously do I have to drink all that?” she said, her tone had a clue of hesitance. “Yes, if you’re not sure about this you can still back out” I quoted , to make sure she was doing this by her own free will. “Yes I’ll do it, do I have to drink the entire bottle of water all at once ?” “Exactly , you may visit the toilets before you begin” I implied. After a trip to the toilet to empty herself out, Kirti came back , washed her hands and slowly started taking sips from the bottle. Even thought she was having this holding scenario going on, she couldn’t put a hold on her work, so she went back to the kitchen and continued with her chores. She was gulping down the liquid from the bottle at a constant pace and before I knew it the she had already drank a majority portion from it. As she was drinking and doing her work , I could not help but think of Kirti in a scenario where she desperate to pee , at last my dream was going to come true. Within half an hour she had emptied the bottle, she smiled, placed a hand on her now bloated stomach and said, “That was a lot of water” , rubbing her belly. “Ya I know, now all you have to do is to hold it till you’re limit” I said excitedly, thinking of what was to come along. “Okay I’ll try my best” she said and got back to work. I sat there in the drawing room, talking regular glances at her and making sure she didn’t go to the loos. Around 20 minutes later she did admit her first need to pee, she was preparing lunch so she had plenty of work to keep her mind distracted from her need to use the restrooms. Her kidneys were pumping a constant stream of urine into her bladder now and before no time she should be desperate . I was happy and satisfied that my plan was working just the way I wanted it to. She had started drinking at 10:18 am, it was 11:00 am now and she was continuously working in the kitchen, cooking food , cleaning the stove etc.... She obviously has to juggle between various tasks during her work period. “How are you feeling right now?” I asked, trying to know if she was even a little desperate. “I have to go, but I can easily hold it” she replied. As time crawled by I wanted to know how she was feeling , did her urge to go increase or not? Certainly I was curious and turned-on now. The fact that a beautiful young woman was holding it out was enough to get me going. I wanted her to be trapped in that kitchen needing to pee forever. I didn't want her to get the relief of urinating. I asked her if I could take her photos but she declined, but from what I saw, her bladder was clearly starting to show its first signs of bulge. Downing the entire 2.25 liters of water at once was obviously going to pose serious problems for her later. It was 11:33 am when she started with the laundry. All that plunging her hands in cold water was causing a bad effect on her, “I really feel like taking a leak” she said with a wide smile. She clearly was trying to make the situation as less awkward as possible. “Okay I’ll set a bench mark “ I said, “You’ll get two hundred rupees for each hour you hold for, by that means you’ll earn a thousand bucks if you hold on for 5 hours straight” I stated. “Oh my god, I don’t think I can hold back that long” she replied as she bit her finger in doubt. Kirti could clearly feel her bladder getting collected with wee, but what she didn’t know was , the fun was just to begin. It was exactly 12:00 pm now, almost two hours since she had drank the entire bottle of water. By this time she seemed a little panicky. “It is more difficult than I thought” she reported, this was the first time when I realized she was having trouble holding her pee. I couldn’t stop staring at her bladder bulge which seemed to be growing by the moment. Then, when she was placing clothes inside the dryer , without giving any caution, I poked her bladder with my finger just to see how she reacts. “Aaaahh…!” she squealed, with a laugh “What do you think you are doing, don’t do that again” she complained, as she bent down and held bladder with her left hand. “Okay I am sorry” I replied smiling, her bladder felt hard and firm ,my finger really hurt from poking her. I wanted to record each moment of her desperation in her mind, because I knew it , this moment was never going to come back. Kirti was hopping foot-to-foot now, she was certainly feeling the pressure building up in her bladder. I wanted to know more of her real life wettings if she had any, so I again gathered up some strength and asked, “Have you ever wet yourself?”. We both were in a more comfortable level of understanding now, I was not expecting her to get aggressive or to get offended by my question and my guess was right. “No I haven’t wet ,myself ever but I’ve had a some pretty close calls” she replied. She told me about her experiences when she had been desperate to use the toilets and it sounded like some epiphany to me. By the time it she was done with the washing, it was 1:07 pm. Kirti went to the drawing room and sat on the sofa, “My bladder feels like it is going to burst inside me” she said, wiggling and squirming. “Do you want to end the hold?” I asked out of concern, “..you’re most welcome, if you want to. You’ve already held it for almost three hours which means a good six-hundred rupees, that’s not bad” “No I think I can hold it a while longer, I need to pry out as much money as I possibly can” she replied, her body, utterly tensed now. “Well , I was thinking , if you could pee into a bucket or something, we may get an idea of how much you are holding?” I stated , as I went to be seated next to her. “Ya, I’m fine with that, but that means you’ve to pay me more” she replied. “That sounds cool to me, do you want to watch a movie while you hold it?” “No I still have a ton of work to do & I am absolutely going out of my mind needing to pee right now” she replied. After another half an hour of dusting tables and chairs, she finally couldn’t hold on any longer and went to the toilet. She peed into a bucket as we both had agreed earlier , “My bladder feels so stretched” ,she said, as she came out of the toilet, “…but it feels a ton better than before” “That is a lot!” I exclaimed, looking at the sheer quantity she had let out into the bucket. I then carefully poured the contents of the bucket into a one-liter bottle, it almost filled to the brim. Then I poured the reaming contents to another bottle of the same capacity as the previous one, it filled up to three-fourth , before the bucket ran empty. I guess it was roughly around 1700ml! Wow! I amazed to know that she had such copious bladder capacity! She was shy at first when she saw that her pee had almost filled up both the bottles, but later stated, “No wonder I was so desperate to wee”. I asked her to get a photo clicked with these two bottles filled with her pee and she agreed. I paid her a total of 1200 rupees, yes that was more than what we had agreed upon, but we both were happy in the end.
  8. Bees

    An Extreme Hold!

    Hey, I'm back! 😄 As you may know, I ran out of ideas with my last story, but if this goes like I think I will, then this one won't end as abruptly, and I can keep it going for a while. ^_^ My basic idea for this one is, a girl who enjoys holding it wakes up one day and decides to hold for a long period of time. You guys get to choose the girl, how long she holds for (or tries to), what she does, who she meets, and where she goes. (When she finally loses it, I will keep it going with later stories of the girl and her friends. c:) First of all, we'll have to pick the girl. What is her age? I'm thinking anywhere from 15-25, but any age is fine. Her hair colour? Any colour is fine, really. 😛 Her bust size? Doesn't have to be exact, either, 'big' and 'small' work just as well. Her holding capacity? Her name? And finally, is she just a human? Or should we mix this up and make her a neko? (And depending on the girl in question, I might be able to make a picture of her in the program I use called Kisekae 2. :P)
  9. 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
  10. 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.
  11. water.wizard

    Emma's Big SAT Day

    This story is centered greatly around desperation and humiliation. Comment and let me know if you want me to continue writing stories about Emma. --- Emma woke up ready for her big day. It was the SAT's and she had be preparing for weeks. She got up early to start her day off with a workout to pump herself up. She started with her morning coffee and a big bowl of granola cereal drowned in milk, then left for the gym. It was a nice warmup jog to the gym, and by the time she arrived she had already finished her water bottle. She entered, refilled her bottle, and then headed toward the tracks. She was a strong runner and it was her favorite way to get some exercise in. By the time she finished her workout, Emma's water bottle was empty again. She refilled in, took another drink, and then headed for the women's bathrooms. Once she got inside, she saw there were three girls in line in front of her. She checked her watch and realized her workout had taken longer than she intended and she was starting to cut it close. She left as she knew she'd be able to use the bathroom outside the room her test was in. As she left, the sound of a flushing toilet twinged on her bladder and she felt an unexpected urge to start peeing. She paused for a second and pressed her thighs together slightly, then kept going. "Ahhh, thank god. I was busting for a piss." She heard a guy exiting the men's bathroom say. It was a guy she saw go in at the same time as her and she wished so badly she could use their bathroom to relief herself. Emma rushed to her school where the test was being held. It wasn't a long walk from the gym but she wished now that she had driven instead. She walked swiftly with her posture stiff and her ass clenched, feeling the pressure building on her bladder. She thought about the coffee, milk, and copious amounts of water she drank sloshing around on her bladder and felt the pain of how bad she needed to go. She made it to the building where her test was held and determined that she needed to find the room first, then find the nearest bathroom, just to be safe. She couldn't mess up this test. It was on the second floor and the walk up the stairs was torture. Lifting her foot up the step forced Emma to spread her legs just enough to make her want to pee right where she stood, and it took every effort of her muscles to stop the warm urine from running down her legs. She took small breaths and rushed up the stairs, assuring herself that she would find relief in just moments. When she arrived at room 245, it was completely empty. Panic filled Emma's body and the nervousness caused her to body to misfire, pee starting to spill into her panties. She gasped and bent at the knees, snapping her thighs together tight and pressing her hand hard against her pussy. She rubbed herself with her hand furiously, trying to quell her need to relieve herself. Her fingers felt good against her now wet clit which mortified her to be feeling in public. Emma successfully fought off the wave of urgency and was able to stand again. She actually felt better now than she did before she leaked in her panties and felt like she would definitely make it to the bathroom. She luckily didn't have to search for long to find the room. She spotted some students heading downstairs and another painful set of steps led her to the right place. 'Thank god,' She thought. Emma looked left to right for a bathroom. She didn't see one immediately. She knew she didn't have time to search and so asked one of the women checking students in where the nearest bathroom was. "It's right down that hall to your left, dear, but you ought to be quick because you need to be checked in before you can enter the test room." Emma looked at the line of students and felt a hard twinge in her bladder that made her bend at the knees slightly, and she blushed bright red at showing her need to someone else. She always hated anyone knowing she had to pee, let alone an authority figure. "Do you mean even if I'm in line you won't let me in?" The woman shook her head. "Once that clock hits 9, nobody goes in. And once you go in, you don't come out until you turn in this section of the exam." She seemed to smirk at Emma's desperation, which made her even more mortified. The fact that this woman was also hot as fuck and made Emma's pussy twitch didn't help the situation, but that was neither here nor there. Emma's thoughts raced. She decided she had to try to make it to the bathroom first and then get checked in. She still had 10 minutes. She walked swiftly with her thighs close together. She felt like she was walking forever. Where was the bathroom? "Please, please, please," She began to say to herself. She finally saw a sign and her heart leapt, and a small spurt of pee entered her panties. Her hand shot between her legs and she shuffled toward the bathroom. Her stomach sunk. It was closed. How could the woman not know this? Emma turned around and ran back to the testing room. A few spurts escaped into her panties that made her feel embarrassed and wet but also slightly relieved. She had no choice now, she needed to get signed in first and then try to rush to the bathroom right before the test. She couldn't risk not being signed in. Emma got in line and her body tingled all over. The pressure on her bladder was uncomfortable but slightly arousing, along with the wetness of her panties. Emma found this to be frustrating and humiliating as she stood there, aching to pee and unable to stop her body from getting hot all over from the sensations. Emma tried to look composed as she waited in line. She thought she might be imagining it but the woman from before seemed to glance at her every so often. Emma determined to not cross her legs or hold herself, standing straight up and trying to look cool. Soon she was second in line. The time seemed to drag on forever now. The woman seemed to take significantly longer checking in this student, and minutes started to crawl by. Emma began to get frustrated and felt like the woman was doing it on purpose. She was definitely glancing over, and she was definitely smirking. Finally it was Emma's turn. Stepping forward pulled her thighs apart and she strained to hold her pee in as she approached the woman. She was incredibly beautiful with dark hair and cleavage that Emma couldn't stop looking at. Emma was still conflicted about her attraction to women but her hormones were going wild and she felt her pussy get even wetter. "Name?" "Emma Phisher." She blurted out before the woman even finished. Emma fidgeted as she stood and rubbed on her outer thigh, unable to fully hide her need. The woman smirked at her from above her glasses, making Emma's face burn red. "Oh no, did you not make it to the bathroom?" Emma was mortified as her need to announced out loud and for the two students behind her in line to hear. She felt like eyes began to turn to her and nervousness again made her feel like she might pee, and she was forced to squeeze her thighs together. She held onto the table between her and the woman with both hands. "No, I didn't." Her frustration leaked out in her voice as she was pretty sure the woman knew the bathroom would be closed. "Please sign me in." Her voice broke into a whine without her volition, continuing to further her embarrassment. She felt powerless to this woman and she hated it. The woman seemed to take her time searching for the name. "Emma, Emma, Emma..." She dragged her finger down the pager of names. "Ah, there you are. Go on in." The woman smiled at her. Emma looked at the clock. She now only had only two minutes before the test began. She realized with horror that she could not risk going to the bathroom, but felt that her need had subsided for now. Also, she would be sitting for the whole exam, which would make it easier to hold it, and once this section of the test finished she could pee during the break. Emma found a seat and took it as fast as she could, welcoming the wood against her aching pussy. She rubbed her thighs together under the desk but stopped when the pressure on her clit sent a wave of pleasure through her body. She tried to sit perfectly still. The exams were passed out and Emma began. She went as fast as she could, trying to do her best though her mind was preoccupied. Even if she didn't do as great on this part of the exam, she could ace the others after she relieved herself and still get a good score. Her stomach turned with nerves. She had to get a good score. The minutes crawled by and Emma fidgeted, squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, and even resorting to hold herself under the table. She alternated between rubbing her pussy and not for fear of getting too turned on. Her crotched was soaked and warm and it felt good though she tried to not acknowledge it. Emma listened with horror as the student diagonally in front of her fumbled with their water bottle, the contents sloshing around. They dropped it and the bottle splashed to the floor. Emma's body reacted before she could. She was peeing. Both of her hands shot between her legs as pee started to fill her panties. She was able to stop the flow but her face burned red. A few students looked at her, especially because she was already close to the spectacle at hand. But she was able to gain control over her bladder again and resumed her test, one hand rubbing her pussy. The teacher began to clean up the water and the sound of paper towels sloshing around the water tortured her, and her ears burned hot with frustration with her predicament. Her bladder began to ache and she started to jiggle uncontrollably in her seat, feeling like she could pee herself at any moment. She began to rub herself furiously. She realized that she needed to just finish this section before she humiliated herself in front of all of her peers. She guessed for the rest of the answers and braced herself to walk to the front. Her heart began racing as she realized she had waited too long and she wasn't sure she could even walk that far. The feeling of pee filling her up and weighing heavier and heavier on her bladder started to become unbearable and she knew she had to go. Now. Emma stood up and began walking to the front. Every step put her at risk of losing control of her bladder completely and it took all her effort to use her muscles to hold it in. She brought her test to the front to find to her great dismay that the woman from before was also taking the exams. Her stomach turned as she approached her. "What are you doing?" The woman asked. "I finished my exam," Emma sort of stuttered, her body aching for relief. She crossed her legs completely. "Please take it," She couldn't hide the plea in her voice. The woman's eyes sparkled. "Oh, honey, you have to stay until the break. If you leave now, your entire test will be forfeit. Do you think you can hold it?" Emma's jaw dropped. She felt her muscles twitch and a spurt of pee shot into her panties, and thus her hands between her legs. The woman said everything loudly for the class to her and Emma felt the eyes of all her peers behind her now on her. Her face and ears burned red. The thought of so many people knowing how badly she needed to pee was absolutely humiliating and she felt herself start to cry. "I-I don't think..." Emma's voice trembled. She looked at the unbelievably attractive woman in front of her, watching her intently as she crossed her legs, squirmed and rubbed her pussy. She felt completely debased. She couldn't leave the exam. She couldn't hold it. "Come on now honey, I'll help you back to your seat," The woman stood up and walked over to Emma, grabbing her gently by the arm. She was tall enough that her cleavage was right in Emma's face and Emma felt her body tingle all over. She was pulled out of her daze at the woman began to guide her back to her seat. "Wait-" She said, her thighs clamped tight together, but it was too late. The woman pulled her arm, not hard, but enough to force her to step and uncross her legs. Her short athletic shorts provided little protection and pee began to spill from between her legs onto the tile floor. The splash could be heard throughout the room and Emma was horrified. This couldn't be happening. She clamped her legs together again but it was too late. All eyes in the room were now on Emma as she fully released her bladder into her shorts, down her legs, into her shoes and in a growing puddle on the floor. With both hands rubbing between her legs, Emma desperately tried to stop the river of pee with no avail. A few murmurs and hushed laughs could be heard as most students stared speechless. She was paralyzed as she continued to relieve herself in front of everyone. She peed for what seemed like an eternity, the puddle growing and growing below her. It continued to pour out of her no matter how hard she tried to stop the flow. She held back tears as she began to cry, finally losing the fight. Her muscles let go and she peed full force what was left in her body, down an excruciatingly long and embarrassing trickle in the silent room. Everyone continued to stare as Emma stood in horror. She couldn't believe what happened. The bell rang, signifying that this section of the test was over. Emma ran out in tears.
  12. About this - This story is a sequel to Uncomfortable Decisions. Give that a read if you haven't already! If you're short on time though, this story should make sense as a standalone. Even though it continues exactly where the previous one ended, I have kept the references to a minimum 🙂 ----------------------------------------------- While Mary was contemplating the pleasures of a long denied wee, her smart watch beeped to let her know Josh would be there to pick her up in 15minutes.Well, she certainly didn't want her boyfriend to enter that labyrinth of a parking lot. It would take them forever to get in and out in this Friday evening crowd. She had told him she'll meet him outside if she could. Dammit. She still had to get rid of her "coffee". She was cutting this close.Cursing silently she willed her flow to stop. She felt empty, but pee was still trickling out of her poor over tired bladder. After another 30s or so, she just cut it off and started wiping. As much as she wanted to finish this properly, she wanted to meet her boyfriend before he entered that lot and they were stuck forever. And, if she was honest, the thought of keeping a full bladder under control, again, was not unexciting. They were planning to stop for food soon anyway, she could finish up there. Or not. "We'll see how it goes", she murmured to herself while buttoning her jeans back, without any trouble this time. She hurriedly washed her hands and left to dispose her trash......Josh was hoping Mary wouldn't be waiting for him on the road. See, the thing is, when he was leaving office, the gents was closed for cleaning. He didn't really need to pee, not too bad anyway, so he left without bothering to wait. (I mean, since when do grown men queue outside toilets?)But now that he thought back to it, he hadn't peed since his lunch break. Which was at 1. And it was nearly 5 now; between his regular diet sodas, coffee and waters, he probably had about a litre and half of liquids sloshing inside him. He still wasn't desperate or anything, he could control his needs as long as he needed to, thank you very much. But a pee would have been damn nice. Like stretching to your full height after being cramped in an economy class flight seat for hours.He was hoping he could use the toilets in Mary's office or reception. In fact, he was positively looking forward to it. No, he didn't need to pee per se, he could wait until convenient, he was an adult with a large bladder capacity. But he really really would have liked to.Which is why he had to stifle a groan when he saw Mary standing beside the road, ready to go. He pressed his thighs together as he lent over to open the passenger door. Oh well, they would stop for food soon - that'll have to do. He wished he wasn't driving - keeping his thighs together and crossing his ankles felt nice. But he was a full grown adult - he wasn't a slave to his bladder. The situation was under control; they'll be in the cafe in no time at all. He'll be just fine. He kissed Mary hello and started driving while keeping his thighs as close together as possible. His bladder protested the further wait by pounding within his abdomen, but he refused to give in and ask Mary to drive. He was in control, not his bladder. As they fell in to an easy conversation, he managed to almost forget the building pressure against his pee-hole. ---------------------------------------------- Author's Note - I know this chapter is short, and contains no desperation. It'll get better, I promise 🙂 But I wanted to put something out there - it is too easy to procrastinate with writing unless I have something out here, and getting feedback ...
  13. For @Peefreak, here's the story of a woman in her 30s on a long car ride, becoming increasingly desperate to pee. No wetting, focuses on the relief as requested. I couldn't help but add a prolonged desperation - I hope you enjoy it![Disclaimer - All inaccuracies and impossibilities about the driving route are the fault of Google Maps :-P]===== BEGIN ===== For the hundreth time, Tamara cursed her decision to make the long drive from Tuscon to San Francisco. Squirming to find a position that didn't stress her overfilled bladder, she longingly thought of the immediate relief available on planes. No crossing your legs and praying you find a rest area nearby - you can just walk up, relax your muscles and embrace the relief of an empty bladder. Well, unless there's turbulence she reminded herself wryly, as she pressed her thighs close together. The thought of relief had nearly caused an accident, but for now Tamara's long, chocolate colored legs twisted in to a pretzel did the trick. Hopefully the seal will hold till the next rest area.Well, not like the 32 year old curvaceous beauty with shoulder length, naturally curly hair (some would call it kinky hair) did not have good reason to drive. Her business was still in the nascent phase and money was tight. She had gone to San Francisco on a wish and a prayer, but the tech Mecca had answered them. She was returning home with a huge client in her pocket. And an equally huge pee filled balloon in her stomach, unfortunately. She gave in to the temptation and grabbed her crotch. She rubbed circles against her vulva, hoping to reduce the urgency a little bit. Just enough to hold on for a few minutes. She couldn't be very far from a toilet - this wasn't the wild west! The missed exit was almost half an hour behind, there just had to be an exit soon now! Even though she hadn't seen any signage, surely civilization demanded rest stops every half hour? She refused to think otherwise - her bladder didn't have very many minutes of endurance left. She just must find a place to pee!★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★It hadn't been half bad on the way out. She had taken her time, making frequent stops, even sleeping the night at a highway hotel, rather than pushing through. In fact, she had probably stopped every time she saw a half decent gas station - "just to be sure". But now she was on a tight schedule - she had an investor meeting lined up on the 'morrow and the negotiations in San Francisco had taken longer than she had hoped. She couldn't afford to dilly dally and had to power through the nearly 14 hour drive in a single day.Since Tamara didn't have time to go out of her way for "convenience breaks", she had carefully planned out the route. She would leave San Francisco after an early breakfast and drive non-stop till Pasadena. That would take roughly 6 hours - a little ambitious may be, but any adult woman should be able to do without a pee for 6 hours easily, right? She would eat a light lunch at Pasadena and then drive to Phoenix - another 6 hours away. She would stop for dinner, and (probably much needed) relief, and then finish the final 2 hours. If she managed to leave by 9am PT, she would reach home just before midnight, leaving her enough time to rest and recuperate for the lunch meeting with the investors.Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans. Her bladder wanted more breaks than she had planned, and screamed for relief most of the way. It was threatening to spill it's contents out all over the papers strewn around the car. Oh, where was the next rest area? She was tempted to sit on her heels, but she didn't want to turn on cruise control again. That accursed cruise control was the reason she was tearing at her hair in desperation right now. Otherwise she would already be on a porcelain throne, emptying herself, letting it all flow out and hit the water with that sweet thunk! Ok, bad idea to think of relief - her imaginary relief just turned up her very real desperation a notch.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★She pressed down on her lap through her skirt, wishing she was wearing something else. Something that gave her bladder more room - like a tracksuit may be. Though a skirt did have its uses.The final papers had been signed only over a very early breakfast today. Which meant she was still dressed in her business attire - a tight pencil skirt, reaching just down to her knees, a white starched shirt and black heels. A less than comfortable attire to drive the 14 hrs back home. Even if she didn't have a bladder about to burst.She could barely prevent herself from leaking all over the place as the car went above a speed breaker. Desperate times call for desperate means, and she hitched her skirt upwards and out of the way. She pressed her fingers against her pee hole while continuing to drive one handed! Ah, finally some relief, and way more than a suit would have afforded. As much relief as a very desperate woman can get - she was grateful for any relief.But even the hitching motion had jolted her bladder and made her need to pee worse. She pulled her skirt up a bit higher, trying to give her bulging bladder some room to expand. But the skirt was too tight, and there was barely any reduction in the pressure. Tamara was tempted to just pull off and pop a squat - oh how she envied men who could pee anywhere and everywhere! But a black girl on the back roads, half naked beside the road? No way Jose! She'll find a toilet soon!★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★The morning ride hadn't been smooth either, but she had managed to hold back the flood as long as required, hadn't she? Though the desperation was nothing compared to now. She could feel the pee sloshing around inside her, and mind-over-mattering herself to "wait till break time" just wouldn't work this time. Not with Phoenix still more than an hour away. Oh if only she could spot anything, even a MacD, in this god forsaken route! Her plan (to not stop at every rest area) seemed like a worse idea every passing second, as her desperation increased and she had to use all her will power to keep her bladder in check.She had almost peed herself in the first half of the drive too. Never one with an exceptionally large bladder, she had known the 6-hr drive would be a challenge. She had limited herself to two large coffees in the morning, just enough to wake herself up. And yet they had wrecked havoc on her system. By the time Pasadena came around, she was climbing the walls in desperation. She hadn't allowed herself to drink more than a small bottle of water after she left the hotel, but even then her bladder had felt ready to burst after barely 5hrs. Only her stubbornness to stick to the schedule (and the very real fear of missing thousands of dollars if she made unscheduled stops) had helped her delay a pee-break till she saw the "Welcome to Pasadena" board.She had stopped at the first gas station she laid eyes on, and climbed out bent nearly double. She had crossed her legs and grit her teeth as she filled her gas tank. Her overfilled bladder had threatened to spill out. The movement of gas under her hands, through the pipes, had made her imagine how good the urine flowing our of her, under equal pressure would feel. The thought was blissful! But the effect on her intense need to pee was merely painful.Clenching all her muscles she had managed to fill her car, park and walk over to the restrooms at the back without making too much of a show. Thanking all her stars for an empty toilet, she had rushed in, not even bothering to lock the door. She had never needed to pee this bad, and she couldn't wait a second longer. She just didn't have time. As she pulled her skirt and panties out of the way, she had been thankful for not having worn jeans. Shimmying out of jeans in that state would have been torture. As it is, she had barely gotten the panties out of her way when her bladder gave out. A short hard jet burst out on to the bathroom floor - apparently her body couldn't wait the extra second it would take to sit on the toilet. As the piss drops spattered back on her fancy shoes, she had managed to clamp the flow shut for long enough to sit down on the toilet like a civilized adult. Barely.The pee had flooded out of her, loudly gushing in to the bowl. She could feel the liquid rush out of herself, like a garden hose turned on at full volume. Gradually the cramps in her abdomen had given way to sheer joy, as she moaned in pleasure. Her skirt felt looser, no longer digging in to her bladder. She had relished the pleasure and squeezed the last drops out, waiting for her bladder to empty completely. She had closed her eyes and enjoyed the relieved sensation for a minute. Only then had she gotten up and cleaned herself off with the toilet paper.Ah, the simple joys of life. Who knew a good, hard pee could feel so so good? You really don't appreciate a bathroom till you have been denied one for 6 hours.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Once her bladder was empty, and Tamara could breathe again without worrying about losing control, she had realized just how thirsty she was. Barely drinking any water all morning had left her dehydrated. So she had bought a half-dozen pack of water bottles from the convenience store, along with a chicken sandwich and a bottle of orange juice. That'll do for lunch, she had decided - not like she was very hungry, and there was still a long way to go. No point in wasting time stopping at a restaurant.She had finished one of the water bottles even before she got in the car, and sipped on another till she had become hungry. Taking advantage of the utterly empty roads, she had turned on the cruise control, and gobbled down the sandwich, washing it off with the orange juice and another bottle of water. The roads at late afternoon were still pretty empty (not like these highways ever became too busy), so she had decided to keep her cruise control on. The good thing about cruise control is you can relax a bit, sit back and take a break during a long drive. The bad thing about cruise control is, you can't relax enough to do something else, and you don't have enough to do to keep you occupied with driving. Trying to keep herself awake and alert on the road, Tamara had continued sipping at a new bottle of water. It was something to do at least!It was only when her bladder gave out the familiar twinge of discomfort that she realized she had finished her fourth bottle, and had started on her fifth. That couldn't be good for her bladder schedule! Dammit! How could she have been so careless? In the 2 and a half hours since she had last stopped, she had finished four 16-oz. water bottles, and one 20-oz. orange juice. Given her 5th bottle was also half empty, there was now nearly 3 litres of liquids inside her. And her next scheduled pee break was still more than 3 hours away. Fuck, she was gonna be desperate for this one as well. A hard strong pee would be fun, when she finally reached a toilet - but she really didn't want her bladder to be as stretched as it was in the morning. Just thinking of it made her bladder ache dully (or was it the need to pee again? No, couldn't be - she had just peed! Definitely memory of that long morning drive, she convinced herself).Anyway, she wasn't desperate or anything, and she could always stop earlier and then power through to Tuscon. Given how dehydrated she had been, she probably wouldn't even need to pee too much. She would be just fine. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Half an hour later, she knew she wasn't going to be "just fine". She needed to pee, and she needed to do it soon. Her skirt felt tight around her midriff, and her bladder was throbbing constantly, demanding release. The large amounts of fluids meant she went from "could barely squeeze out a few drops" to "bursting at the seams" in 30 minutes.She looked around desperately for a rest area signage - she would just pee now (not like she had a choice), buy a sandwich for dinner and then not stop (or drink anything) till she reached Tuscon. As soon as her decision was made, her bladder gave a mighty thrust, as if to remind her of the urgency of finding a toilet soon. She bent forwards to control herself, and gave herself a good squeeze before straightening up again. Thank goodness for cruise control!As she sat back up, keeping one hand near her crotch, she noticed the coveted rest stop sign. The turning was just a mile away - ah, she would have relief soon! She again tugged her skirt up to give her expanding bladder some more room. As her waist band stopped digging in to her bladder, the organ bulged out and Tamara gently moved her hands over it. She didn't know her bladder could bulge out this way. It felt rock hard too, like it was packed to the brim. It definitely needed to be emptied soon!Well, soon enough now! She couldn't believe she needed to pee this badly just 3 hrs since her last break, but ah well, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do! She would just remember to not drink anything and make the last 5 hours strech just fine. She pulled her left leg up and sat back on her heel. As she ground her heel against her pee-hole, the urgency reduced a little and she sighed in relief. She sat back as her cruise control propelled her safely forward, towards the very welcome rest areas.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★And that was her big mistake. She realized it only when her car cruised right past the exit, merrily on it's programmed way to Tuscon. Fuck cruise control! She jolted out of her day dream and wrested back control of her car. Her bladder ached and her pee-hole burnt in protest. But by the time she had gotten back at the wheels, the exit was long gone and there was nothing to be done but to go forward.Wave after wave hit her bladder in quick succession, and she had to sit on the edge of the seat to maintain some semblance of control. She kept her legs as close together as possible, but the tight skirt and the necessity of keeping her feet at the proper controls meant she could get very little traction. She was tempted to put her car back in cruise control, but she couldn't possibly miss another rest area. She had to see this through. She still wasn't absolutely bursting - the next rest area would do just fine.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Half an hour later, the pressure on her bladder had steadily increased and she was definitely absolutely bursting. There was a constant dull ache in her abdomen now, and her skirt was digging down in to her bladder bulge. Only by frequently taking a hand away from the wheels and pushing it down against her crotch was she able to keep her pants dry. But she couldn't do it much longer.It was 3.5 hours since her last pee. Even under normal circumstances she would have needed a pee by now. But with the three litres of liquids sloshing inside her, Tamara was absolutely frantic. She pushed a finger inside herself, massaging her pee-hole. Ah, hooking her finger and applying pressure there directly finally gave her some relief. But she knew she was on borrowed time!Finally, when she was seriously wondering if she could manage to keep her panties dry a minute longer, she saw an exit. There was still no signage for a rest area, but she believed in civilization. Where there is an exit, there is a toilet, as they say (spoiler alert - no they don't say that). 5 minutes later, she was driving through deserted country roads with nothing but trees on all sides, and a hand permanently settled on her crotch. She was almost physically blocking her pee-hole now - she could feel the pee pushing against her spinchter, a drop on the verge of leaking out.Suddenly she couldn't take it anymore. She refused to wet her pants, and there didn't seem to be any civilization nearby to grant her the relief she was bursting for. Well, she'll improvise - fuck it, no one was around to see anything. As she made up her mind, her bladder relented a bit - stopping its constant throbbing to ache dully. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Tamara pulled up at the first shoulder she saw, not even a minute later. The road was fenced on all sides, so going in to the cover of the woods was out of the question. Well, waiting for a "more suitable place" was out of the question too. With cheeks burning in embarrassment at what she was planning to do, she pulled her panties off and let them drop to the floor. She was no drunk college kid, popping a squat for the heck of it. This was serious, she was in serious pain, and there was no rest area in sight. Her bladder was rock hard and bulging out, stretching the fabric of her skirt. She had to do what she had to do! She would burst otherwise. Keeping her hands firmly against her crotch she opened the door and stood up. Immediately gravity pulled the entire throbbing ball of liquid against her poor tired spinchter and she barely managed to not pee all over her hands. She hobbled over to the other side, and opened the front and back passenger doors - that should give her some privacy. Though given her skirt was riding up and she had both hands squashed against her crotch, she wasn't sure what dignity she was trying to save. There was no one to see anyway.She squatted down between the two open doors, and removed her hands. For a minute nothing happened - she felt the cool breeze around her privates, her bladder throbbed and clenched, but nothing came out. Even in her extreme desperation, it would seem the societal conditioning was winning out. Her body refused to let go - though she was in pain!She couldn't believe it. She was nearly leaking a moment ago! Tamara couldn't deal with the desperation - she just had to pee. So she took a deep breath and leaned slightly backwards, relaxing all her muscles consciously. She closed her eyes and imagined the relief she had felt in the morning, when she had finally been on that toilet. And at the thought of sitting on that toilet and peeing, her muscles finally gave out.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★A few trickles of pee flowed out first, giving her absolutely no relief. But then she started peeing in earnest, a thick clear stream shooting out of her labia, spattering against the road. She didn't care about the splashback getting on her shoes - she was too happy to be finally able to let loose. The pee flowed out like a river, under her car, gleaming on the asphalt. She relaxed a bit more, enjoying the release, revelling in her slightly naughty pee.Till she heard the sound of an engine not far away. Oh fuck, of course now that she was properly peeing, someone had to turn up. Anyone who saw a car with it's doors open and no one in sight would definitely stop to inspect. Oh, she would die of the humiliation if she was found like this.Willing her muscles to listen, she cut off her stream. Her bladder throbbed in protest - the 30s or so of relief had only made her need to pee stronger. Her skirt was still digging in to her overfull bladder, but she forced herself to stand up and close the passenger doors. She moved towards the driver's door just in time, as a car rounded the corner and bathed her in it's headlights. She kept her legs close together as she pretended to be checking the tyres, hoping whoever these people were would leave her alone to finish her pee.She was still bent over the tyres, legs pressed together when the other car stopped. Checking the tyres was a good way to mask the desperation that forced her to bend in two, but she could pretend to check it only so long. Praying her tired muscles held on, she straightened up and looked at the much older man and woman who got out of the car.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★"Hey, you all right?" the woman enquired in a friendly voice"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine" Tamara responded in a strained voice. Her bladder really wanted to complete what it had started!"You lost or something? There is nothing on this road but forests for miles!" the man commentedWell, good thing she didn't carry on her search for a toilet then. If only these folks would go on their way and leave her alone!"Yeah, something like that. I took a wrong exit""Ah, happens to the best of us" the chatty man replied as Tamara cursed internally. Her pee-hole was burning from the effort of holding back the flood, and her legs were starting to hurt from being tightly pressed together."So why did you stop here? Something wrong with the car?""Just wanted to check the tyres - sounded like one of them may have burst"Tamara immediately regretted her choice of words. Her bladder really would burst if she didn't get away from them soon! She pressed her thighs closer together and prayed for relief."Oh, want me to give them a look see?""Nah, thanks. I am pretty good with cars myself""Oh, do you work with them?" the woman started upTamara really wasn't in the mood for this conversation - she needed to pee, now! But the polite southern girl could do nothing but respond politely, talking about her company, listening to a brief account of the man and woman's weekend in the woods and all the while (actually, just a couple of minutes) wishing she could at least hold herself."Well, we should get going - you have a long ride back to Tuscon"Finally. It was music to her ears, as she made an assenting noise"Just follow us back to the highway. We are going the other direction to Tuscon, but we'll have to drive to the exit anyway. Don't wanna be lost in these woods at this hour" the kindly lady remarked.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Tamara could have cried from the frustation. Her thighs were pressed together, she was bent forward unnaturally, and her bladder was about to burst. She had been so close to relief! But now she had no excuse to not follow this couple. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she agreed. She will just have to find another place, once this couple had gone on their way."Just give me a minute, will you sweetheart? I need to take a leak" the man said.Tamara blushed. She couldn't believe this! Here she was bursting for hours, and this man casually talks about taking a leak? "My prostate is not what it used to be I am afraid" he semi apologized as he walked a little distance away.Tamara was still stunned. The woman, noticing her discomfort, spoke up "When you get on the wrong side of your 60s, you tend to do what you need to do ye know? I have popped a squat on more occasions than I would admit to", she added in light voice.She could only nod dumbly as the sound of pissing hit her ears. Her bladder almost gave up at the sound. The spattering of pee over the asphalt was so inviting! Oh, why couldn't she just pee so freely? She was wearing a skirt, and no panties - she could just let go now! No one would even see anything! And yet, a lifetime of conditioning held her back.She smiled at the lady and climbed in to her car, as she started walking back to hers. Sitting down relieved the pressure on her spinchter a bit, but she immediately shoved a hand in there to help. She didn't bother picking up her panties from the floor - she needed all the friction against her pee-hole that she could get. Though it seemed impossible, her need to pee had intensified after that aborted mission. But somehow her muscles were holding on, forcing her bulging bladder to keep it's contents in check. She hitched her skirt up higher as the man ambled back to his car, looking visibly more relaxed. Oh, if only she could admit to her need or find an excuse to not follow these folks on to the highway.But she couldn't, so she summoned all her will power and kept a seal on her bladder. She was constantly juggling and fidgeting, fingering herself not doing anything to relieve the need any more. No matter how she sat, her bladder felt extremely uncomfortable. She wished there was a way to unhook her skirt, to stop it from digging in to her rock hard bladder - but there was no way to relieve the pressure even a tiny bit in this from fitting skirt.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★The drive back to the highway was the longest five minutes of her life, staring longingly at the dark empty roads, where she could be relieving herself right now! Instead she drove on to the highway and had to muster up a smile in response to the couple's cheery wave.As soon as the couple disappeared from her rearview mirror, Tamara started looking for a place to pull over. The road wasn't exactly empty, trucks rushing past with a fair frequency. No matter how badly she had to pee, she didn't think she could just pee between her doors. Not on the highway. But she also definitely couldn't wait till a rest stop.Finally, just as she felt a drop slide out of her urethra and roll down her thighs, she saw a shoulder she could pull up at. The normally flat terrain had a dip here, and if she climbed over the short fence, she would have a tiny amount of privacy. Of course anyone seeing her climb the fence would guess what she was up to, and she wasn't sure if the dip was steep enough to hide her from the men in their tall trailers, but she was beyond caring by then. The 3 litres that had gone in must come out. Now.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★She pulled up and dragged herself out, trying to minimize any movement. Her bladder felt about to burst, as if even a small jolt would cause her to lose control completely. She took mincing steps towards the fence, as a truck thundered past. She thanked all the gods for the trucker not stopping. She really couldn't deal with another kindly intervention right now.Taking tiny steps, bending forwards at the waist the whole time, she reached the fence. Lifting one leg gingerly upwards, she was now straddling the barely 2 feet tall fence. But even that tiny amount of distance between her thighs was too much. She had to quickly open her legs wide as a jet of pee shot out of her vagina. She froze for about 20seconds as a small waterfall of piss cascaded down the fence. Thank goodness she wasn't wearing panties! The pressure made her pee stream straight downwards, leaving her clothes and shoes untouched. Anybody looking closely would have seen the jet of piss tumbling out from underneath her skirt, but the trucks whizzing by didn't seem to spare her a second glance. When she saw a private car at the horizon though, she woke out of her daze and tried to cut her stream off. She needed to get below the slope and away from any kind interventions (or staring kids and judging parents). She managed to reduce the flow to a trickle and then drips, but her bladder refused to shut down completely.So she kept her legs wide apart, ensuring the droplets of pee fell between her feet rather than driving on her thighs, and using this weird gait walked down the slope. She was beyond embarrassment at this point - her body had reached it's limit. As soon as she couldn't see the road any longer, she sank down in to a low squat.This time, there was no locking up of muscles. She was too far gone. As soon as she relaxed, the tiny trickle became a major river and gushed out of her. She sighed in contentment as she felt her bladder finally deflate. The pee kept gushing out for a minute before her skirt felt comfortable again. She could see the pee flowing downhill, creating channels in the soft earth. She continued peeing at full force for a few more seconds before it reduced to a trickle - naturally this time. She pushed on her bladder with all her might, trying to expel every last drop as fast as possible.Finally the pee stopped coming, and her bladder wasn't burning any more. She remained squatting, trying to push any last drops out. When she finally got up and fixed her skirt, her bladder still felt sore. She massaged it gently, and promised never to push it to such limits again.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★As she climbed back to her car, a thoroughly relieved expression on her face, she decided not a drop of water will pass her lips till she reached Tuscon.And it didn't - not even when she bought herself another sandwich at another gas station, and emptied her tired bladder again. After two long holds, her bladder was grateful for the break. But she was still really glad when she finally reached home. She rushed to the toilet to pee another absolute gusher at the end of a really long day. Peeing really was one of the most underappreciated joys of life, she thought as she fell asleep. ===== END ===== Author's Note - Please please do leave your feedback 🙂 Especially whether the back and forth in time (between morning and current time) worked for you. That's an experiment I tried, so fingers crossed.
  14. Anyone else have this video? It used to be on Vk.com, but the uploader's profile got deleted.
  15. Drying

    Castlage

    So, I posted this on some other board the other day and now I think I have never seen it on here, so this may be new to some. The URL is http://castlage.com/ It's a website made by a guy named tyao, and it contains a lot of very good Flash videos and images that are definitely relevant. Don't be scared by all the Japanese text. Just click everything. Most of it is good. These are the most interesting: http://castlage.com/01/02gallery.html (videos; also contains bios on the recurring characters) http://castlage.com/01/03illustration000.html (illustrations) http://castlage.com/01/03memorial00001.html (illustrations from when the girls were young) http://castlage.com/01/12serviceshot.html (service shots; again illustrations) Note that for the illustrations, you have to click the links on the pages for making various images appear. Just a little warning: there is some (very tame) pooping content. EDIT: Fixed links that were butchered by forum software.
  16. This story is inspired by a true account I once read about a women who really needed to use the bathroom while at a protest. In this first chapter, I set the stage for further desperation to come, as Abigail Shearman ventures into a crowded city for her debut in collegiate activism. Incidentally, this is also my debut desperation fiction for this website, so I hope you all enjoy! Abigail Shearman and the Protest Potty Chapter 1 Abigail Shearman never considered herself political. She was the type of girl whose soft-brown curls and bright green eyes and prim little nose people would expect to see in a Casely-Haylford clothing advertisement, or plastered on a brochure for a New England boarding school. But people’s assessments, as it turns out, usually tended to be fair, because Abigail Shearman was exactly that type of girl. With a mother in orthopedics, and a father in investment banking, Abigail had spent her high-school years boarding at the Westover School. She’d spent four years under the austere rules of the headmaster, adhering to strict uniforms, study hours, and limited visitation with the opposite sex (dates at Westover were rare, but when they happened, they were with the men of Warburtons’ the partner school down the road). But it had all paid off. Abigail had gotten into Oberlin. Her parents hadn’t wanted her to move away from Massachusetts, preferring that she attend Boston University, but she had been insistent. And now here she was, a month into the semester, painting protest signs in the dorm room with her roommate Bryn and one of Bryn’s friends, a sophomore named Charli with bright strawberry hair. Truth be told, the first couple of weeks of university had been rough for Abigail. Given that Oberlin was the oldest coeducational liberal arts college in the country, she hadn’t expected much of a transition. The classrooms would still be held in gothic buildings, the weather would still call for merino sweaters in University colors. But despite these similarities, Abigail had found that any mention of her alma mater brought immediate derision from her classmates. She’d gotten more than a few stares when she wore her Christopher Kane ensemble with the Westover insignia to the dining hall. And another girl had audibly scoffed when she mentioned offhand that one of their Biology TA’s reminded her of a prefect she’d hated. Then there was Bryn. With the pink streak in her bleach blonde hair. With the bangs she’d obviously cut herself with a spare pair of scissors (probably rusty). With the small septum ring that ran a perfect metallic circle through her nose. During move-in, when one of the movers she'd hired was hauling in a box full of dresses, Bryn had thrown the name Princess right at her. As in, "Hey Princess, want to head down to the dining hall? No dress-up required." It wasn't said with a particularly mean-spirited tone, and after that, Bryn had treated her nicely enough. But Abigail knew she had to be judging her, she just knew it. This self-conscious fear shot through her every time she typed away on her brand-new laptop. It ran down her spine whenever she picked out a pair of pumps from her dorm closet. So when Bryn had asked her if she wanted to come with her to the protest in a nearby city, she jumped at the chance. And now here she was, awake around 7:30 in the morning on a Saturday, prepping for a protest. All of the girls were finishing up the signs they had started painting the night before. Charli had brought a pourable box of coffee from the campus Dunkin Donuts around 7:00. Abigail had poured herself a cup and took appreciative gulps to wake herself up. She’d developed a bit of a bad caffeine habit during her Westover days as a result of many late night assignments, so a.m. sleepiness was more of an excuse than anything else. The girls had been working non-stop for the past thirty minutes, with Bryn and Charli discussing the trip as Abigail stared longingly at their signs. Bryn’s said, in bright pink glitter block letters, “I’m Too Clumsy to Be Around Fragile Masculinity!” The protest was a women's march in response to a corporate executive firing around twenty women from a national headquarters after it was revealed that they were a part of a secret group chat that was used to mock leading members of the board. What had been intended as a harmless joke had resulted in the termination of twenty careers. The protest had snowballed into hundreds nationwide, so Bryn had picked the city with a march that was closest to the college. They were scheduled to take a bus into the city at 8:00. Abigail hadn’t ridden the Greyhound before, but when Bryn told everyone it was time to go, she drained the last of her now thrice-emptied coffee cup, grabbed her sign which read in a neat marker cursive, “Free Speech, Fragile Egos” (she’d looked up “cool protest slogans for posters" on the internet the night before after Bryn had gone to sleep) and began the trudge through the autumn morning to the campus bus-stop. The girls got to the bus-stop around 7:45 a.m. Abigail tucked her sign under her arm and scanned the nearby buildings. She could already feel the first twinges of coffee, the type of discomfort she was at the moment too embarrassed to name, even in her head. The bus ride was supposed to be four hours long. She scanned the area surrounding the bus-stop. She could run into the nearby academic building and search for the toilets. But what if the bus was late? She might hold everyone up, and then Bryn would regret ever inviting her. Or worse, they’d leave without her and her one shot at some semblance of friendship on campus would be ruined. She decided she would be fine staying where she was. Post-coffee twinges weren’t important enough to be addressed. After all, she told herself, she wasn’t a high-maintenance princess. She was an Oberlin student, a protestor, dare she even say it, an activist! Taking a toilet break at every little discomfort wouldn't be very counter-culture. She clutched her sign and stood tall in firm resolve. About ten minutes later, she snuck another glance at the building. But it was now 7:55 a.m. The bus would be arriving in five minutes. If she couldn’t go then, she definitely couldn’t go now. At 8:05 a.m., the bus still wasn’t there. The lack of punctuality annoyed Abigail almost as much as the twinges, which seemed to press with just a bit more intensity when coupled with the knowledge that she could have gotten relief by now. “I’m sure it will be here in a minute or so,” Bryn said. “I’m just going to run into that building for a second while we wait for it then,” Charli said as she took off on a light jog towards the building. “Coffee went straight through me!” “You’re so lame!” Bryn said with a laugh. “Can’t even hold down a kid-sized cup of coffee. Your body’s gonna put you out of commission long before the police can take the march down.” “What can I say, god blessed me with a big ass and cursed me with a small bladder,” Charli yelled over her shoulder as she ran towards the building’s front entrance. Abigail stared longingly after Charli as the doors closed behind her. She considered following after. But the thought of getting teased by Bryn the way Charli had been made her burn with shame. She gave her legs a little cross, and tried to concentrate on the bus-stop. Instead her mind turned towards the three cups of coffee that she had pounded down with such eagerness over the last hour. She imagined it draining down, filling her up drop by drop until it there was a liter of liquid sloshing around inside her, pushing up against the tight band of her new Paige and Givenchy jeans… “I’m gonna go, I better, um, I better check up with Charli,” Abigail told Bryn. She placed her sign on the ground by her feet. She then turned towards the building and half-walked, half-jogged her way over in an effort to be casual. For all Bryn knew, she just wanted to make sure Charli was on time and to grab a drink of water from the fountains. She went inside and then gave the hallways a quick back and forth. In the corner, there it was, a Ladies room. Thank goodness. She pushed her way inside and entered the empty of the two stalls. She could hear Charli wiping in the stall next to her. Abigail pulled down jeans and pink panties and sat down on the cool porcelain of the toilet. She tried to concentrate on the task at hand. She waited patiently for Charli to pull her pants up, flush, and exit the stall. The idea of her sitting next to her, hearing her, made her blush. During her time at Westover, she would start her mornings an hour earlier than all the other girls just so she could relieve herself in peace. The idea of other girls knowing what she was doing, imagining her in the act, picturing her body squatting on the seat, seeing her panties around her ankles: the whole thing made it so hard for her to go. So when Charli finally finished washing her hands and the door swung shut behind her, Abigail breathed a nervous sigh of relief. The bathroom was empty but she had to be quick, the bus could be there any second. Please, please, let me go, she silently willed her bladder. She tapped her feet up and down and tried to re-imagine the sound of running water pouring from the sink. A little spurt shot out, followed by a small little stream, she’d gotten it started, it would be okay…. The door to the bathroom burst open and Abigail’s little stream came to an immediate halt. “Abigail, is that you in there? Come on, finish up! The bus is leaving!” The sound of Bryn’s voice had Abigail to her feet, pants and panties pulled up, in a matter of seconds. “Sorry I’m totally ready let’s go! I’m so sorry!” Abigail ran out of the bathroom and out of the building, on the tail of a now-sprinting Bryn. Charli stood at the entrance of the bus, holding all of their signs and telling to the bus driver to wait for just a minute longer. They caught the bus just in time. They filed their way to the back of the bus towards a three person seat in the very back of the bus. Abigail face was bright red. She tried not to make eye contact with the rows of faces, people she’d kept waiting. People she’d held up by using the bathroom. She sat down to the right of Abigail and turned towards the window, pretending to be interested in the gray, now-empty bus stop. Then the bus lurched forward and they were on their way. By the time they had merged onto the highway, the initial shock of Abigail’s embarrassment had faded away a bit, and she began to talk to Bryn and Charli about the march to come. But with her thoughts no longer dominated by shame, they returned to the initial source of the problem. This was a four hour bus trip. Abigail gave her legs a tight squeeze and tried not to think about those three cups of coffee. But it was more than a twinge now. However, Abigail Shearman wasn’t about to make two scenes in one day. She wasn’t going to fulfill any more high-maintenance Westover stereotypes. She was uncomfortable. But for now, she was in control. She glanced at her watch, then glanced at the long expanse of highway ahead. With a quick cross of her legs, she turned her mind towards the march ahead. End of Part 1
  17. Hey guys 😁 I have a quite a few sightings over the years. Some of which during were on a Saturday night, where after drinking, partying, and having so much fun, some ladies completely forget to use the bathroom. Or better yet, some of them definitely have to use the bathroom, but can't be bother with the "inconvenience." 😉 Other sightings were random desperate moments I observed in a grocery store that just happened to make my day. Either way, here of some of my favorite little snippets of desperation. I was out on a Saturday night, leaving a bar as my friends and I went their separate ways. I was feeling kind of hungry, so I went to a local taco place. Not only did they have good tacos, but they only had one stall for each bathroom. Better yet, each bathroom was locked with a key, which sometimes gets lost, or maybe the staff is too busy to go and fetch it from the back. Either way, those doors a locked quite frequently, likely to the dismay of several desperate women that may enter the restaurant after all the bars have been closed. One evening, I myself happened to be in line, when a busty latina girl in a peach cocktail dress came rushing in. She had her hands pressed against the crotch of her dress, and her bladder was visibly bulging out from her dress. She tried the door, and surprise: it was locked. "Ohhhh, I have to pee soooo bad." She moaned to herself, and immediately broke into a pee dance, stepping from one foot to the other, crossing her legs, and bouncing up and down. She didn't care if anyone was watching, it was likely all she could do to keep from wetting herself. The door stayed shut. She knocked several times, but no answer. "What is this bitch doing in there." She mumbling to herself, stepping from foot to foot. "Maybe you should ask her," I teased, as I continued to wait in line for my hand washing. "That's a great idea," she smiled at me, "HEY BITCH WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE!?" Hands down, one of the funniest things I've seen, ever. "Oh god, I'm gonna piss myselfffff." She moaned, double crossing her legs and bending forward, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage. "Should I ask them for a wet floor sign?" I laughed jokingly. I'm an asshole, I know. "HAHA! Don't make me laugh or you will!" She giggled, with a forced smile. We chatted for another minute or two before my turn was up, and I very quickly washed my hands ti get back out there to enjoy the show. When I left the bathroom she was walking in place. "Working on your cardio?" I asked suggestively. "I'm about to pee myself, I don't need this kind of positivity in my life right now." She giggled, bending forward with her hands pressed firmly between her thighs. "I'll leave you to it then!" I giggle, returning to my table. The girl continued to furiously potty dance at the bathroom door, stepping from foot to foot, bouncing up and down, and all around trying to keep her panties dry kind of dance moves. Just then, a slim Asian gal came from the front of the cash register, with key in hand, and walked right past the dancing girl into the bathroom. The girl, with her mouth agape, muttered "are you f**king kidding me?" She bit her lip and started lifting her thighs up to her waist, in a high step potty dance. Who knows how long this Asian girl would be in the restroom? Hopefully long enough for me to see this beautiful Latin women finish her dance routine, or even better, long enough that I could go fetch that 'wet floor' sign. She knocked on the door with urgency, still lifting her heels to her waist, and alternating between that and kicking her heels back behind her. No response. She knocked on the men's room. Apparently, there was someone in there as well, but she felt she had a better chance of staying dry if she stuck around there for a bit. After maybe another minute of furious pee dancing, leg crossing, and other sexy variations of "don't wet yourself," the men's room opened and she rushed inside. She walked out looking very relieved, flashed me a friendly smile, and got in line for some tacos. Kinda made my night.
  18. So to my knowledge you'd drunk 3 pints of lager and a bottle of wine. You were merry but perhaps not quite pissed. And sooner or later you'd need a wee. Now was my time, I nonchalantly crossed the bar and offered my hand to shake yours. You were surprised, strangers didn't often say hello with a handshake. But then I thought beautiful women didn't often cope without a pee after that much to drink. I circled the topic to begin with, mentioning that I was pleased to meet a woman who didn't go to the loo with her friend. In fact, hadn't your friend gone more than once? You seemed shy and nodded but didn't engage. So I changed the subject to more normal chat up lines. Your occupation, your family, your interests. Being tipsy, one of your answers to the last question was evasive, you clearly wanted to reveal more but hesitated. I'd had my fair share to drink myself so pushed my luck. I suggested we go for a walk, knowing that any sane woman would go to the ladies before a walk unless she had an enormous capacity or enjoyed holding. Well you didn't so I had to hold the door open for you with one hand while the other was in my pocket hiding my erection. Once we were outside in the peaceful summer evening you felt more able to talk freely it seemed, telling me about your difficult break up a few years ago and difficulty committing since then. I've always liked "vulnerable" women as they tend to be easier to persuade to try my fetish, so this was good news to me. But now wasn't the time. After quite a walk, alone together chatting, getting to know each other, we realised an hour had passed. You still seemed ok, sobering up of course too now. So I suggested a nightcap in a pub a bit further along our route. It would give me the chance of a wee. You had another pint, delighting me without knowing it but making me doubt myself: had you in fact peed in the first bar but I just hadn't spotted it? I left what I hoped was a decent time after we'd taken our seats in the beer garden before getting up to pee. You looked disappointed when I mentioned it. That was a good sign, wasn't it? The fresh beers on top of what we'd drunk separately before soon had us both tipsy again. And your disappointment led me to ask a question. Did you need to visit the loo before we left I asked innocently? You shook your head, a little shyly I thought, so I went again then we headed off to a nearby taxi rank. You were either superhuman in the bladder department or into holding, I was now sure. Could I get away with teasing you about it? Not on a first date I concluded. You were quiet in the taxi queue, and didn't quite stand still but certainly weren't openly fidgeting. Gentleman that I am I suggested we'd better get the taxi to drop you at your place and then to double back to drop me at mine. Out of my way but more fun to see you to your door as you must now be fuller than at any stage this evening. You tried to disagree, no need for me to go out of my way, that sort of thing, but I was having none of it. The taxi driver thought he knew what I was up to and winked at me in the rear mirror. Little did he know I just wanted to see you fidget. And so once you had capitulated over that debate you seemed to give up the pretence, fidgeting more and I think trying to subtly hold yourself despite me sitting next to you in the back of the taxi. Maybe you had been desperately fighting the fidgeting until you were alone, hoping I'd be dropped off first. Regardless of your liquid intake or state of your bladder, when we reached your place there was bound to be some of that awkward first date 'coffee or no coffee' 'kiss, and if so on cheek or lips' negotiating the social niceties to be done. And so it was when we got to the door to your block of flats. I was numb with that first date butterflies feeling, and you must have been in a rush for some reason (!) so you lent over, kissed me briefly but on the lips (yay!) And hopped out of the taxi, leaving the door open calling over your shoulder "oh, sorry, can you pay?" Was that an invite to get out with you or to pay when I got home? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, so emboldened by alcohol and a huge desire to see what you did next, I handed the driver the only note I had, leaving far too big a tip and jumped out after you. You were already at the door and, when you saw me running after you, looked a bit surprised but held it open for me, rhythmically swaying your hips in a tell tale fidget. What the hell was going to happen next? You made a poor job of keeping still in the lift up to the 3rd floor, then led me to your door. Inside you smiled sheepishly at me, and I thought you were about to make an excuse to go to the bathroom, but instead your lips formed the words "Would you actually like a coffee?". I wasn't sure if your brain had been involved or it had been an involuntary, instinctive question. On the basis of nothing ventured nothing gained, I decided something with bigger volume of liquid was needed, so asked for a big glass of water, making a joke about making the morning better. You smiled and followed my lead. I almost punched the air! Running the kitchen tap you squirmed much more intently, more obviously, and you briefly curtsied and crossed one leg over the other at the knee, while leaning heavily over the counter. When you turned to hand me your glass of water, our eyes met and you could tell I had noticed; you knew you had to acknowledge your behaviour. I didn't think an embarrassed smirk really cut it, but that was all you gave me. We sat awkwardly at opposite ends of your sofa drinking the water and chatting. You had your legs tightly crossed and your left foot was tapping the air, but it was your occasional bum wiggle, quite an unusual manoeuvre when seated, that gave you away. You never showed any sign of being uncomfortable, but showed many signs of growing desperation. I was in no doubt any more, you were clearly deliberately holding your pee. Pee made of 4 pints of lager, a bottle of wine and some water. The question was why you weren't admitting it. I was in heaven, and had no idea where this was going. We were getting on, and you'd sort of invited me in after all. You were gorgeous of course, and seemed to have the largest bladder I'd ever encountered. You still showed no sign of going to the loo, but offered me lots of exciting fidgets, trying to be subtle but failing. I noticed the fidgeting get worse as we drank our second glasses of water each, you evidently couldn't control it any more, and you started to sweat on your forehead. A sure sign you were reaching your limit. No matter how much I wanted to push the evening to its conclusion, I made up my mind to be patient and wait and see what you were going to do. My unceasing erection would have made it difficult to move in on you anyway! You conversation was faltering now, probably due to the huge amount you must have in your bladder. Eventually you seemed to make up your mind about something, and I watched you stand up very slowly and stiffly. A gasp escaped your pursed lips. But you sat down quickly on the arm of the sofa and sighed, looking at me. I smiled, trying to encourage you to say something. You did "Come to bed with me?" you asked, which was absolutely not what I had been expecting. I didn't know how to handle it, so you gingerly leaned over and squeezed my hand. Our first physical contact was electric, the anticipation that had hung in the air between us, like any first date never mind what you'd been doing tonight, all flowed from your fingertips into the back of my hand. I stood and kissed you, gently then more passionately. I could feel the tension in your lips and your whole body, every one of your muscles seemed taught. And your fidgeting legs were transmitting vibrations all the way up your body to your head. I broke off the kissing with a question. It had to be said "Would you like to pee before we go to bed?" There, it was out in the open, now you had confirmation that I knew what you were doing. You grinned, bless you, replying "Absolutely not!" while giggling. It was the best hour of foreplay and sex of my life. You seemed to enjoy it too!
  19. Maria-Sanza

    female Lewd Work Habits

    It’s been a long while since I’ve written a story, but I’m pleased to let you know that my invested interest in watersports/omorashi has remained strong. Remember that a fetish is forever! I currently carry with my life as a full-time student who works as a computer tech on the side. My mom left the country for a month and I have been able to enjoy increased privacy during this time. Last time I wet myself for pleasure was last year, at my college dorm sitting on a green cushion while my roommate was out partying, getting smashed, and god knows what else. So I decided to challenge myself, for old time’s sake. I woke up at 8 in the morning, as commute is about two hours and I needed to clock in at 11. We dress business formal over here, so I picked some red panties, black pantyhose, a black pencil skirt that reaches over my knees, and a cute red top with a bow on it. For those interested, I changed into some black corduroy pants upon arriving home since I didn’t want to ruin my skirt as it is a little pricey. At work, we wear an anti-static coat that completes the look. I didn’t use the restroom before leaving, and took the two buses and train I needed to get to work. This works such that the last bus I take only passes once per hour, so when I arrive at my workplace, I have about 45 minutes to spare, of which I spend having breakfast, or in my case, a nice tall coffee. Coffee happens to go through me just as fast as booze, but as long as I don’t have too much, I don’t have to worry about having mishaps later on. I clock in, put on my lab coat, and get to work. I had to disassemble an HP laptop and replace the screen, build a new PC, attend customers, and order parts for some MacBook we had lying around. Work went relatively smooth, as it was a slow day and I just relaxed most of the time. The coffee left a nice feeling down there; it wasn’t painful but I could feel there was something in my bladder. Hmm, I guess I could pee if I wanted. <3 Coffee makes me feel thirsty after a couple of hours, so I took a quick ten and bought a bottle of water. I took this additional infraction into consideration, and sipped with caution. I continued to help customers with their questions, ranging from assistance with a tablet their fat daughter had sat on, to removing viruses on a computer running Windows XP without risking the user data. Some customers were far easier to handle or had questions of actual value, such as returning a laptop that was within the return period, to asking about the difference between a GTX 780 and a 980. I felt my luck was running thin, as the day had gone unusually smooth, and then it suddenly hit me. A customer pops up with a laptop with a non-functional display, is past its return period but still covered under warranty. So I check it in, but the customer wishes to borrow a laptop in the meantime because she has “school.” This, while not difficult to do, takes a 30-minute process involving plenty of paperwork and walking the customer over to checkout. This immediately made me fall behind my current pending tasks, but there was something of far more importance: I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable down there and had to shift the weight between my feet a little. I was approaching my fifth hour so I knew I had to hurry. After taking the customer’s credit card and generating all the paperwork needed, I took the new laptop with me and accompanied her to the huge line. Where did all these people come from? I moaned a little and put my hands in the pockets of my lab coat, holding myself a little while pretending to be looking for something. “Is something the matter?” The customer asked me. “You look a little uncomfortable.” “A-ah! No, no, it’s just… There’s a lot of people right now.” “I see. I’m sorry for keeping you, I know you have to go to your lunch soon. Had I known it would take this long I would have just come back tomorrow or something.” It’s a little too late to say that! Fortunately, I was able to finish up and clock out five minutes before my fifth hour. I set my phone to one hour and bustled for the breakroom. Today seemed to be my lucky day, as upon arriving to the table next to where my locker is, I found a nice, cold, unopened can of sugarfree Monster. I’ll have you know that three things in life go straight through me, and they are booze, coffee, and energy drinks. I could not pass this up, regardless of my situation, and so this little can found a new owner, as she left to get something to eat. Only two hours left of work, and I clocked in again. I severely underestimated the effects of what I had done so far and I was beginning to worry whether I would be able to return home in a dry state. Customers were coming back from their jobs around this time so I became busy with ink refills, computer check ins, pick ups, and other tasks that entailed me walking back and forth. My own tasks were done at this time, the HP laptop was repaired and picked up, the new PC was running a stress test, and other techs were handling customer questions. However, I was well aware of the fact that I was filling up quite fast now and I felt quite uncomfortable and a little pain from the liquids sloshing around in my bladder. My breathing was a little more audible and I can feel my face becoming a little warm as I began to realize just how aroused I was getting… in the workplace. As I waited for the next ink to finish refilling, I did not notice my coworker come up to me while because I was busy thinking about the untold acts I would be performing later. “Hey, [Maria]!” He took me by surprise, and I crossed my legs as I let out a small scream. “I have to leave now, my girlfriend called me and I’ve already stayed past 15 minutes. Mark should be here in about an hour, so I’ll see you tomorrow instead.” Things took a turn for the worse right there. I would have to hold the fort for my last hour and Mark would be my saving grace if he were to arrive on time. Remember that the bus home only comes by once per hour, so if I miss that one I’ll be living an experience I will never forget. After waving him goodbye with a smile, I clenched my fists and pressed my legs together as I watched him leave. Only 30 minutes remained, and my highest priority was to leave work wearing dry clothes. As customer after customer came next in line, I realized just how dire my predicament has been. Standing puts a whole new level of strain on one’s bladder, and I found myself bending over the counter as I spoke to each customer, crossing my legs in an attempt to keep my composure. My lab coat is quite long, so it covers what I am doing. Eventually, a customer arrived with a PC he wanted checked in for interior cleaning. It was quite dusty, and a little heavy so I spread apart my legs a little to pick it up and place it in our check in area. Bad mistake, as I picked it up, my lower lip trembled a little and became a little numb as I felt something warm and slimy escape from the depths of my womanhood. I gasped a little, but the case of the PC was tall enough to cover my face from being seen by the customer as I did this, and the counter prevented him from seeing what just fell on the ground. I regained control, set the PC in it’s proper area, and returned to the customer to give him copies of the paperwork while discreetly eyeballing the spill I made. “Are you okay?” The customer asked. “Yeah, it was just a little heavy, that’s all.” “You’re the only one here, don’t they have guys to help you with all this stuff? That’s not very considerate of them, leaving you alone here and all.” “I guess they feel I’m good enough to handle it myself in the meantime,” I subtly answered. I had no time to bullshit confidence though, I was on the verge of wetting myself. And at last, my saving grace arrived. Mark arrived to work a little earlier than usual, after hearing of my situation. If I were to leave right now, I could make the bus that passes an hour earlier than the one I normally take. I was now in a hurry, and both greeted Mark and said my goodbye to him before he could protest. I took off my lab coat, got my things from my locker, and hurried out the door. The bus was to pass by in five minutes, so I had to run. The run, although short, felt like a mile to me. All these liquids bouncing around in me begged for release, and I let loose a few drops here and there. It wasn’t what I expected, but at least I didn’t humiliate myself in front of all those people there. Now the question was, how was I going to get home in one and a half hours like this? I honestly couldn’t see it happening, but assuming the worst of circumstances, at least it was nighttime, I was wearing black, and the bus is normally not crowded. I made the bus on time, tapped my bus pass, and occupied the seat in the back like I normally do. I crossed my legs and attempted my best to relax. Fortunately, it worked, and feelings of desperation for the ladies’ subsided as I believe it was an anxiety thing from wanting to leave the workplace early. The dull pain turned into a sharper one, but it was manageable and it remained this way for the rest of the trip. By the time I made it off the bus, the damage to my panties have dried and I made my way to the train. As I stood up, the pain intensified and I had to avoid running as it could cause me to lose it. I instead walked a little faster and arrived on time to take the train. I was able to get another seat in the back and regain control. Success. All that was left now was a short walk home. Normally it is a piece of cake but when you’re trying to get there with a full bladder that’s at the brink of exploding, it turns into quite the herculean task. The struggle was real, and I had to hold myself with one hand in public for part of the trip. It was embarrassing, but the alternative would have been catastrophic. I entered the residential area of my block and fished into my bag for my keys. I have triumphed in my task, and successfully lived an experience worth bragging about, to you guys, at least. I opened the door and climbed the flight of stairs to my apartment. However as I did this, the extra pressure caused by bending my legs further to reach the next step pushed another short stream of the golden liquid through me. A hissing sound pierced the dead silence of the building for less than a quarter of the second, and I blushed like mad. A short adrenaline rush helped me overcome the stairs somehow and I just about knocked over the door to my apartment. Not wanting to ruin my expensive dress skirt, I hobbled into my room, removed it, and my pantyhose, just a little over slightly damp, and slid on a pair of corduroy pants that I quite disliked and fit me a little too tight. Getting into these was a little more difficult than usual because of my bulging bladder, and I soon ran into the restroom. I ran, for I was already leaking so much due to the tightness of the pants around my bladder, and I was barely able to jump into the tub, preventing from getting urine all over the carpet on the bathroom floor. My body wasted no time, and my lips began to twitch again. Soon, I was hissing everywhere, as multiple golden jets emerged under my bottom, creating elaborate lines around my legs, caressing them before pooling around my feet. Everything felt so warm and fuzzy, and my legs were trembling, eventually giving away, causing me to land on my knees. My breathing intensified as my eyes began to water and I could feel my breath fogging up my glasses as I partook in this intense pleasure. Sweet, warm relief surrounded me, and I continued peeing myself, shooting out urine from my most delicate area shamelessly like a garden hose. I don’t know how much time passed. I eventually came and fainted for a short moment. At the very least, I was pleased to know I wouldn’t have to clean up anywhere else other than the tub. I stimulated myself a little more before peeling my soaked pants from my body. In the end, I had my cake and ate it too. Again. Simply marvelous. You may have noticed that some of these stills are screenshots from a video. Expand the spoiler to see them. I’m currently experimenting with video and may look into making some for the public in the future. Thank you for reading. You can read other stories of mine by visiting my profile and checking for topic history.
  20. Mickey

    Brave New World

    This post doesn't actually start the story - I couldn't find a way to make this story work without giving out a background first, so here it it. In this post, we will choose our characters - I like writing double desperations (gives both male and female desperation fans something to enjoy), so we have to create one man and one woman, and then throw them in to the Brave New World. I will wait for at least three votes before I continue this ... and will probably update only on the weekends (Hopefully there are at least 3 people interested, and I don't have to abandon my first interactive :-P) The World There have been some scientific discoveries and environmental degradation with the net result being human pee has been recognized as the best fertilizer. So bathrooms everywhere have become unisexual (because let's face it, who'll upgrade two sets of toilets when you can upgrade just one?) and fitted with new urinals, which collects the pee and processes it for the farmers. The urinals are low enough for women to comfortably squat over, and after the initial resistance, men and women both have come around to the new order of things. And of course, wasting this useful fertilizer by peeing anywhere except an urinal has become a criminal offense. Not just your average drunk and disorderly either. It carries a fine of up to 50% of your annual income and a jail term of up to 3 years or both. Jail has never been awarded, but is a real threat anyway.However 10 years after the changes came about, people are perfectly happy with the arrangements actually - no more reports of mass female desperation because they were unwilling to "expose themselves at the urinals" and what not. And no one complains about having to "hold it" till you reach a proper urinal. There are enough of those, and everybody should do their bit for the environment after all.But nothing lasts forever, does it? The happy state lasted only till the scientists went and made another discovery - the best fertilizer is produced when the bladder is at least 80% full. But normal human beings start feeling the need to pee at just 50%. By 75% full most people would go out of their way and pee. And yet, only at 80% full does the body produce the particular proteins which makes for a better fertilizer. After that, the longer you hold, the better fertilizer you produce. So the scientists started lobbying for regulations to encourage people to "hold on" and "eliminate unnecessary peeing".Of course that led to chaos. Someone invented a bladder-o-meter that could tell you pretty accurately how full you were, in less than a second. Some environmental fanatic fitted a couple of bathrooms with these - the bathroom doors would open only if your bladder was at least 80% full. The general public was outraged and vocally protested their "right to pee". The government was caught in between and didn't know what to do.Ultimately, as usually happens, an uneasy consensus emerged. A bladder-o-meter would be installed on every toilet door. It would scan you to determine how full you are. But it won't close the doors on you - if you're not 80% full, it would only gently remind you to do your bit for the environment. You could choose to ignore the advice and go in, or you could come back later. No judgement, or so they claimed.But it would keep track of your bladder percentage every time you do choose to go in (and believe me, there were plenty of protests from the privacy activists; but since when does anyone hear them anyway). You can log in to a website to see how full you are on average when you do pee. It would maintain this data for a whole year, awarding bonus points if you hold particularly large amounts, and deducting points if you consistently have an average of less than 80%. So yes, your right to pee had now been gameified, with actual cash prizes for the "best holders". And these weren't prizes to sneeze at either - the government had to show it took the scienctists seriously!And of course some people/companies would start using your bladder scores in the way banks use your credit scores to "measure your virtue". They won't call it so, but so it is. So you better be good at holding.6-months in to this regime, the chaos is still on in full force. But people must adjust as best as they can.The characters The characters are a man and a woman, both in their mid-20s. Old enough to remember the days when you could just pee in a toilet, but young enough to have bought on to the "do what is best for the environment". You can choose, for each characterName:Looks: Height (), Body Type (), Hair color (), Skin color ()Bladder capacity: Small (fills to 80 in 2 hours), Average (4 hours), Large (7 hours), Extreme (12 hours)Shyness: Shy (hates admitting they need to pee), Average (will admit to a need when desperate, but hates going to the bladder-o-meter to find they are below 50% or such; that's just embarrassing), Not at all (will check their fullness at every chance)Friends or dating? Best friends, not sexually interested in each other/Best friends, interested in each other/DatingThe scenario:We will follow these two on a day out. You'll get to choose what they drink (and how much) and what activities they do. To start with, they've both woken up (in their separate houses/dorms) and plan to meet for breakfast at a local cafe. You choose, for each character Bladder percentage:Do they pee before leaving the house:What do they order for breakfast: Voting Rules --> The scenario with the most vote wins, obviously. You are allowed to change your vote. I will count the last post. If you are allowed to "create your own scenarios" I will mention it specifically :)
  21. holdit247

    Playing at the Theatre

    "Don't forget we have theatre tickets tonight darling" my wife called to me as we both got ready for work that morning. "Ha, I had completely forgotten," I laughed. "I may have to meet you there straight from work. What are you planning to wear?" As I struggled to get a sock on she described a light but smart summery chiffon A-line dress that apparently hung just above her knee. I only remember because her next comment got my full attention: "Shall we play tonight dear?" she had asked. To us, 'playing' meant her getting catastrophically desperate to pee and then holding it for way longer than nature intended. There was as much fun to be had in planning scenarios together as in her subsequently going through with them. This was one I'd never even thought of, though I asked whether she was thinking along similar lines to our many play dates at cinemas over the years. "What, drinking a couple of pints of water two hours before the curtain goes up? No, that's lame; not challenging enough," was her reply. I made a mental note to book a VERY long film next time we played at the cinema. But what was she planning for tonight? She continued "I want you to do that darling, so we can play together. But I've got something tougher in mind for myself." She didn't let me get a word in to object before explaining "I haven't genuinely worried whether I'll make it home dry for ages, all our play and my practising has strengthened my muscles and increased my capacity a lot. I want to be worrying about it, then I'll enjoy it more." "So what do you have in mind?" I'd got both socks on at last and stood in my underwear staring at her. "Do you want to know or do you want a surprise?" She knew I'd want to know and my expression assured her she knew me as well as she thought she did. "You drink 2 pints of water in the car on your way to the theatre, so, what, 1 hour before the curtain goes up. Bring casuals to change into so that you're not holding in your suit. I'll drink mine earlier than usual and whatsapp you when I've done it. Until then, it's a surprise for you." She had siddled over to my side of the bed and was hugging me, looking into my eyes. Now she fondled my through my underwear. In a teasing voice she asked "Will the suspense get you hard? Might you get a bit of precum on those undies? If you do, message me!" with that she let go of me and returned to dressing herself. We arranged to meet at the theatre at roughly the time I thought I could get there from work, in time for a pleasurable drink before the performance. She would get the bus to town then walk to the theatre to meet me, so that I could drive her home while she concentrated on not peeing. --- I work as a consultant in a mid-sized firm, with my job making me travel fairly frequently. Today I only had one meeting out of the office, late afternoon in a nearby big town. I was always nervous about holding in public - I knew I couldn't manage to last through most of the challenges I set Imogen - so while driving to work I decided that being out of the office would be a perfect excuse to dehydrate myself during the afternoon, so that the 2 pints I had to drink would take longer to bother me. With that resolved, I was able to settle at my desk, though I couldn't concentrate as I was constantly wondering what time Imogen would start her 2 pints. When playing at the cinema, she tended to pee then drink 2 hours before the advertised show time, so she'd consumed it all at least 90 minutes before the adverts started, and with an average length of film and the drive home afterwards, she'd have to wait at least 4 and a half hours after peeing. She tended to be feeling a semi-strong need to pee before the adverts started. Recently she'd started buying those big fizzy drinks in cinemas to 'keep herself topped up' as she put it. God I love her. With the show we were going to see tonight starting at 7:30, and her desire to make it more challenging for herself, she'd obviously pee and drink the water earlier; I tried to guess her thinking: maybe she'd start at 4:30, before she finished work and so be finished by 5pm. Most likely that would see her holding for a bit over 6 hours which would be a sight to behold once she could fidget freely in the car on the way home. She was right as usual, of course. All those thoughts had got me semi-hard and leaking a little pre-cum, I was so turned on already. I must have gone through the same chain of thoughts at least 25 times that day, arriving at the same conclusion every time. So much so that I was convinced that was what she would do. You can guess the effect it was having on me (and my productivity, don't tell my boss!) I drank less than usual all day, and after my meeting the other side of town made sure to have a barely-needed wee, then bought the water at a shop on the business park to drink while I drove to the theatre. I hadn't had Imogen's whatsapp yet, which frustrated me. She should have had the water at least an hour before me just to match her usual cinema 'play'. Before starting the car I sent her an inquisitive, almost disappointed message and she replied instantly, far too quickly with hindsight. It read 'Sorry, forgot to tell you. What an idiot! I'm all done, see you soon, love you Ix' She knew I liked the detail, and she equally knew that the lack of it in that message would annoy me. I fired back 'So, when did you drink?' the lack of a kiss at the end would get my state of mind across. She replied 'Earlier. Tell you when I see you Ix' I couldn't stop myself replying 'I've been thinking about you all day, tell me!' but she didn't reply until I'd started driving so I couldn't read it until I parked at the theatre. She'd written 'It's going to be good, trust me Ix'. I found her at a table in the bar, wearing the dress she'd described and looking gorgeous, as always. She rose to greet me and kissed me passionately, knowing I'd lose the mood instantly seeing her legs on show and with a nice kiss. I asked her to get me a soft drink from the bar while I went to the gents to change out of my suit, which I'd also return to the car. In the cubicle the toilet caught my eye, and I wondered about cheating by having another pee, even though I didn't need to go yet. I suppressed the idea long enough to get changed and buttoning up the fly on my jeans acted as a barrier to my weakness. My fate was sealed. --- When he walked into the theatre I was about to give up and pee, at least to let some pressure off. I knew I'd overdone it when I was feeling really full by 3pm, and needed to go as badly as after our cinema play times by 5pm. But once he arrived I gave myself no choice, I was doing this for him as much as for me, and I'd do it to the best of my ability. Standing at the bar to order his drink was horrendous, with all those strangers there I couldn't bear the thought of fidgeting publicly, but try as I might I couldn't stand still. Anyone who looked at me for more than a couple of seconds probably realised my problem, as I was pacing around while the barman served the OJ and lemonade. I was back in my seat by the time Pete came back. Sitting was so much easier on my poor bladder. I could actually stay still and look composed. He looked great in his jeans and shirt, I'd enjoy the rare treat of him fidgeting in those later. But first, I'd teased him long enough. I lent forward to whisper in his ear, and grabbed his hand to emphasise that I was putting myself through this for him. "I'm utterly bursting darling, how are you?" He was fine, didn't need to go at all yet apparently. Lucky thing! He begged me to tell him what I'd been up to. I told him about peeing before lunch at work, then drinking 2 pints at the pub with a colleague. About being full by 3pm, about being at an 8 or 8 and a half by 5pm, and about drinking water during the afternoon despite that. He pressed me for details, "Probably only another pint or so," I told him, underplaying it somewhat. About the exquisite delight at seeing the colleague pee three times during the afternoon, the first time before we'd even left the pub. Knowing I'd held so much longer than her already, knowing I was the master of my bladder and not a slave to it like her and so many others. Knowing what all this would do to him. At that I reached under the table with my other hand and touched him - he was erect and evidently very excited. Feigning tiredness last night to avoid sex had been a good move on my part, making both of us even keener now. "Were you fidgeting at work though Immi?" he wanted to know. I nodded coquettishly. "I knotted my legs together and just swayed them backwards and forwards under my desk," I explained. I'm a receptionist at a Doctors' Surgery, so patients and visitors can never see my legs and colleagues are usually only passing my desk for a moment on their way in or out. Finally I told him about my extremely fidgety bus ride from work to the town centre and then walking cautiously to the theatre. So cautiously that it took me longer than usual to walk and I'd arrived not long before him, so I'd only had a half the small glass of wine he could see on the table in front of me. Of course he asked "But will you be able to last through tonight sweetie? You're usually at 8 when we get home from the cinema..." My response was a lot more confident than I was feeling. "Of course darling, there's little doubt in my mind. I told you I wanted to worry myself, to challenge myself." He perked up at that, I think he'd been expecting me to dash off for a partial pee before the show. Honestly I felt hugely bloated, my bladder was seriously hard and felt like a balloon that had been overfilled, stretching more than it wanted to. I was already breathing shallowly to avoid shocks to my bladder and I knew that moving would be tough. I had to admit to myself I was at 9 and a half now, and told Pete so. You see, I have a special skill that I can suppress fidgeting when I sit down, especially in public or when I'd be embarrassed for others to see it, but I can't suppress the penguin-like walk when my bladder gets to this stage. I hadn't been at this stage out of our home for a long time; at home I'd happily drink loads more, sitting on my heel in the lounge and then waddling to bed. I'd started to sweat too, the body's tell tale sign that it's trying to expel the liquid from my bloodstream any way but letting the kidneys process it. It's not very ladylike, but it's great to get to that stage of desperation, it proves I have actually pushed myself. I have several friends I'm close enough to that I can discuss my fetish with them: none of them even knew there is a sweating stage. I'd told them that means they've never actually been full, which they all denied unconvincingly. Pete could feel me sweating as he still held my hand. He knew what it meant too. He seemed to be unsure what to say. His chivalrous side came out. "Are you SURE you want to go through with this? I mean, I hate to think of you not making it during the performance." He looked at his watch, just over 10 minutes until curtain up. I always know the exact time when I'm that full, time seems to pass so slowly! I sighed. "Pete, I'm properly bursting, I've never lasted - what do you think, over 3 hours before we're home?" he nodded, "from a 9 before! I'm concerned I've over done it and might leak in there. I'm even more worried someone else will notice how badly I need to go. But I'm not giving in, I wanted this and I've got it." I giggled. "I might have wanted this at about 10pm not 20 past 7 but oh well. Shall we go in?" I nodded to the door just as an announcement was made asking all guests to take their seats. He asked once more if I was sure I wanted to go through with it. "Last chance," he said. I was sure and told him so, slightly angrily. I didn't want him to give me a way out. But he didn't; once he knew I was determined he took a different tack. "In that case, do you want another drink?" he teased me. "Wine, beer, cider?" A thought struck me. "Get me a double brandy, neat. It'll help numb it for a bit." Making our way to our seats was pure agony. I couldn't stand up straight, and walked very slowly hunched over, all my actions inevitably designed to prevent shocks to my bladder which might defeat my overstretched muscles. A minor miracle meant we were seated on the end of a row, and I whispered to Pete that I'd like to be on the end, quickly reassuring him that it wasn't so I could rush out but so I could fidget without a stranger sat next to me. He immediately let me have the exit seat. The first half was incredibly difficult. I almost downed the brandy in one, I was at that stage where I was so desperate I had to do everything really quickly, really urgently. I kept looking at my watch to try to make time pass quicker. I realised at one point I'd looked at it 7 times in 30 seconds. I involuntarily fidgeted in the seat by swinging the leg nearer Pete in a wide arc, and by waving the other foot backwards and forwards in the aisle next to me. About 20 minutes into the first act I forced myself to sit still for what felt like a whole minute, but when I checked my watch (again!) I'd only managed to stay still for 20 seconds. I was frequently shifting my position in the chair, which unfortunately squeaked every time I moved. Pete kept casting me glances, increasingly frequently as the first act continued. I don't know how I avoided holding myself, or how I avoided wetting myself, during that first act. By the time it seemed like the actors were building to a crescendo agony no longer described my need to go. I have deliberately held on so much to such extremes so many times that intense desperation is quite routine for me, but this was something else. Something new. Something exciting and terrifying. I genuinely sat in that seat in the theatre wondering to myself every second how I hadn't wet myself yet. I'd achieved my aim of challenging myself with something tougher, that was for sure. And I was incredibly turned on. My whole fabric seat was bathed in my sweat that was literally running down my face and all over me, even the backs of my knees were sweating. I couldn't tell you anything about the plot of the play or the character's names, my whole concentration was on not leaking and not embarrassing myself by fidgeting such that other people noticed. The lights going up for the interval was a blessed relief. Firstly it meant I was about half way through this torture I was inflicting on myself, and secondly it meant that I had 20 minutes in which to decide whether to brave it out or to give in and either pee in the theatre or to rush home with Pete for some very hot sex. Pete! I'd forgotten all about Pete's hold. --- I have never seen Immi so desperate in public, and probably never so frantic at all in fact, because at home she might have drunk more, done longer holds or pushed herself to even greater extremes, but it was obvious when we sat down for the show that this was something that would be very difficult and I honestly thought she wouldn't make it. Not dry anyway. I was very conscious of her fidgeting during the first act, and of her annoying squeaky seat which revealed her incessant movement and frequent shifts of position to me and probably everyone around us. However as the act went on I also became aware of my own need to pee increasing alarmingly quickly. It struck me that I couldn't complain about it because I was obviously better off than my darling wife. Maybe she'd been cunning. By the time of the interval I was properly bursting, I'd squeezed myself twice in the last ten minutes to control the urge to pee, and I could only describe myself as at a 9. I couldn't face holding through the second half, and hoped to God that Immi would want to go home to measure this hold. It didn't help that other theatre goers were pushing past us to get to the bar or toilets. One guy even asked his group of friends as they passed us whether they wanted the bar or the toilets first. Once the hubbub had died down I turned to talk to Immi. She had tears in her eyes and was trembling. I'd never seen her look so vulnerable or so attractive. My discomfort was immense and I'd never willingly get that full in public again, but I had to know about Immi's state first. "How bad is it?" I asked, breathlessly. She grimaced, shuddered, gesticulated at her crossed legs and finally whispered to me "Fucking fantastic but I'm way above a 10. Way above anything I've ever done before. This is my fullest and my most desperate, I don't want to waste it Pete but I'm amazed I haven't wet myself already. What should we do?" "Are you asking me whether to go home now?" She couldn't answer. She half smiled at me while an urge consumed her concentration. Her answer, when it came, was long, confused and indicative of severe desperation. "Yes, but I don't want to give in. I can't think, I don't think I can last as long as it'll take to get to the car but I felt like that almost as soon as we sat down. What should I do? I can't take another moment but at the same time I think I can. Oh God I want you inside me!" I shifted uncomfortably. "Are you at 10 yet?" I couldn't wait for her to answer, and said far too loudly "I'm easily at a 9 love, I'm not sure I should drive home. You've got to decide, I can't guess what's going on inside you, but I know what's going on inside my bladder." I stopped and looked around me at the few theatre-goers who hadn't left their seats. No-one had turned to look at me thank goodness. Immi was stock still, mesmerized by the feelings she was experiencing or about to wet herself, one or the other. The feeling evidently soon ended and she looked me in the eye. "Force me to hold it darling, do anything to make this happen the way I want it to. The way no doubt you want it to as well." I made a decision. "I'm going to go and wee, buy you another brandy, and that way I can concentrate on you. Wait here." With that I left before she could protest. "Find out what time it finishes!" she called after me. I had a really very good pee in the Gents, though another guy who was peeing at the urinal before me was still going strong after I'd finished. Bladder-shamed by my wife and a stranger in one evening, not good. I fought through the crowd to order a neat triple brandy for Immi and a non-alcoholic beer for me. --- While Pete was gone all I could think was "The bastard's weeing right now, how could he put me through the torture of knowing?" over and over. My own need didn't get any better while he was gone, and by the time he was back I was convinced I'd got a wet patch on the back of my dress. If not from leaking, then from a combination of sweating and being intensely turned on. I surreptitiously felt my dress while I twisted sideways to let Pete get by me back to his seat, it didn't feel wet but I couldn't be sure. He handed me a big brandy which I downed in one. The alcohol would help temporarily until it began to dehydrate me and force more liquid into my bladder. Until it kicked in I just had to make the best of it using my own strength. I realised it wasn't really a battle of muscle strength against pee pressure any more, it was a battle of my determination against my inner demon telling me to worry about being noticed or leaking. Pete told me the show was due to finish at 10:20 and was running to time - so maybe 5 more minutes of the interval and then an hour to survive, then the horrendous thought of walking to the car and the much more agreeable thought of the drive home, when I could hold myself if needs be. Who was I kidding. Delete those last 3 words. I wasn't going to make it, I needed the privacy of my own home to contemplate waiting a second longer. So I'd have to admit defeat, use the ladies here and apologise profusely to Pete. "Take me to the Ladies Pete, now. Help me!" I begged. He looked at me blankly, a distinct concern crossed his face, then he stood up. "No," he said. "You have often asked me to help you wait longer but never really seemed to need any help until now. You seem to be having a crisis of confidence, am I right?" He was so right. I nodded imperceptibly, afraid to shake my bladder even with that movement. "I can't stand up though. And my kidneys hurt." "We're going to take you home," he assured me, and with that almost dragged me out of the auditorium. Contrary to my expectations moving was easier than it should have been, clenching to prevent leaks came naturally again instead of requiring very conscious effort. I found myself trying and failing to walk straight upright instead of half crouched as I tend to at my bladder's limit - social concerns to the fore to avoid strangers even knowing I needed to wee though I might wet myself in front of them! Putting the seat belt on in the car was troublesome. How to twist to reach it was my first challenge, which Pete overcame for me, but how to fasten it without any part of it touching my distended, stretched, bloated and bulging bladder was a bigger issue. Every second mattered to me and wasting vital time on this upset me more than it should. Eventually it occurred to me that I could hold myself in the car and no-one would know except Pete, so my arm could go inside the seat belt to hold it away from my bladder. That made things a lot easier though I was no less desperate. Pete would usually ask incessant questions when I was full so his silence told me he was thinking. "Pete, I'm in new territory, I might wet the car seat, is that OK? I so want to make it home to measure." He shook his head. "Two things: one, you're a grown adult and can hold on a bit longer, two, I am having sex with you when we get home before any measuring. Ok three things, three, if you wet the car seat I'm putting the pictures on Facebook. Is that adequate incentive to hold on?" he looked at me sidelong as he drove. I realised he was smiling, challenging me. Two can play at that game. I told him I'd never sleep with him again unless he got me home dry. I cried as he replied "Do you think this is over when we get home? Do you? You set yourself up for this, to last another hour and a half or so, to the end of the show plus the drive home. Leaving the theatre doesn't reduce your target. Plus neither of us have eaten dinner, so we ought to stop off on our way home. Where do you fancy?" Through the tears I felt defiant. I'd been at 9.5 at 7:20, very rapidly reaching maximum 10 out of 10 over two hours ago. I'd never held for more than 45 minutes once reaching 10 before, but I'd managed it so far, somehow, though in that moment in the car I knew it was as much luck as muscle strength. Looking back I can't work out what impact luck has on my bladder's stamina. Despite wanting to wait longer I was scared and unwilling to commit to anything. "Pete I was about to wet myself 2 hours ago, forget it. Take me home. No!" I screamed as he indicated to turn towards the town centre, away from home. I cried afresh while he seemed to take forever to find a parking space. One the engine was off he turned to me and uttered 2 words in the most loving tone I can remember him using "Trust me." Then to my utter surprise he roughly shoved his hand up my dress between my legs, removed my hand and rubbed me to an immense orgasm. It happened so quickly my bladder didn't complain too much. When he'd finished he sucked his finger clean, looking seductively at me while he did so. "Isn't that why you're doing this to yourself Immi, for sexual satisfaction?" he paused long enough that I probably should have replied but all I could do was whimper, fidget and clasp my hand to myself again, pressing really hard now. I don't know about you but orgasm temporarily increases my urgency to pee, which 5 minutes before hadn't seemed possible. When I didn't reply he sighed and asked "Chinese, Indian or fish and chips?" "I can't go onto a restaurant darling, I'll be too embarrassed," I thought of adding 'look at me' but figured he knew. Every word hurt, somehow adding to the risk of my bladder giving in. And while he rushed off to get the takeaway curry he fancied, my bladder turned cartwheels inside me. The uncertainty of an indeterminate wait for him to return had unsettled it. --- My plan was two-fold, firstly to extend Imogen's involuntary waiting time while I waited for the fix to be cooked, but also to sneak into an ally to pee again. I'd broken the seal and was never as good as her at holding anyway. For some reason I always felt awkward going to the loo before sex if she was holding, so hiding my second wee from her was a selfish solution. When I got back almost to within sight of the car I broke into a jog despite the takeaway bag I was carrying, to give the impression to Immi that I'd been as quick as I could for her sake. I saw that she was no longer sitting in it but was pacing around the dark car park with both hands between her legs. She gingerly lowered herself back into the car as I almost threw the takeaway onto the back seat, which made the beer bottles I'd also purchased clink. I jumped into the drivers seat then immediately jumped out to run around to pass Immi the seat belt again. Once I was driving she metaphorically raised an eyebrow at the clinking bottles. I explained "You know as well as I do dear that if we'd gone for a curry you'd have had a couple of pints. So I bought you two Cobras," inclining his head to the back seat. "Want one now or when we get home?" he joked. --- On a normal day doing a normal hold I'd have taken that challenge and downed a bottle right there in the car, primarily to turn my sweet husband on a bit more. But this was so far out of my comfort zone that I had no idea what another few millilitres that my kidneys might manage to produce before we got home would do to me. So instead I did my best to giggle at him, and experimented with removing one hand from myself to gently hit him. Since being in the car I'd spent less time staring at my watch, but I realised as we were nearing home that what with the journey, the orgasm and the wait for takeaway it was nearly 10:20. In around half an hour I'd have reached my target. Not that it felt doable, but I had made myself survive until we got home. Getting into the house was a fiasco. Pete abandoned the takeaway to help me the few steps to the door, but left me in the hall under strict instructions not to pee while he retrieved his precious curry. One he was back I insisted he strip me naked, the constant sweating had soaked my dress making it uncomfortable. Though admittedly not as uncomfortable as my bulging bladder. Pete has always been an attentive lover; one or more of his exs must have taught him well. Based on stories he's told me and scenarios he's had me act out they had certainly indulged him by playing. So foreplay usually lasted well into a second hour before he even considered penetration. Tonight was no different, despite my bladder screaming at me and my constant begging for him to "get on with it" coupled with fidgeting that made it quite difficult for him, he'd licked me and fingered me to several orgasms and a surprising contrasting sense of relaxation despite my intense desperation. While we made love in the only position I could tolerate - missionary - I whispered into his ear how I was feeling so, so full and how I'd almost burst 5 hours before at the theatre bar, and finally admitted that I hadn't had just 1 pint of water at work during the afternoon, but 2, plus a cup of tea brought to me by a well-meaning colleague. I thought I'd push him over the edge into his own orgasm with that sort of talk, but instead he adjusted his rhythm and made me cum again, with the most perfect orgasm I've ever experienced. At last he gave in to his own pleasure, so finally sated after a whole day of being almost constantly turned on, we cuddled briefly. To my utmost surprise I woke up a few hours later in a new agony, my whole belly was bloated and protruding. My kidneys felt like they were on fire and I was unpleasantly hungover. 2 pints at lunch plus 5 brandys while drinking less water than usual had ironically left me dehydrated despite the huge amount of pee in my bladder. I felt so unwell I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed yet, so lay there feeling awful until my fidgeting woke Pete up. Hangovers always make me horny so being the gentleman he is Pete made love to me again after helping me measure. This time the new record I'd set meant he couldn't control himself and he came very quickly. That record will probably stand for years, but the experience I'd had and glorious sex it led to meant I would try very frequently to beat it.
  22. Howdy, You guys may remember this young lady from some of her other vids that have circulated around here before. Well, she just posted a new one, showing her face, several different angles of desperation, while performing mundane activities with a full bladder for almost 14 minutes. Buuuuut wait, there’s more! Its free 🙃 Yeah, this ones going in the hall of fame. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b6dde88656f3
  23. Lemon56

    A quick story

    Hey friends, I've recently been inspired to do some erotic stories in my spare time. Since I tend to always fall back into adding desperation or wetting scenes in, I decided to write a story or two completely based on omorashi and desperation. I'll share this story with you guys, and if there's interest for more, I'll post future works as well. I apologize in advance - I didn't really go through and edit this thoroughly, so please excuse the grammar/spelling issues and I wrote it in a rush so the quality may be suspect. Warnings - significant age gap, sexual touching, mention of genitals and orgasm Context - Ella and Takeshi are OCs I’ve been writing about for awhile. There’s a main story, but this scenario has been in my mind for awhile, and I wanted to get it out. Plus I wanted to see if I could do justice to one of my favorite fetishes. There is backstory but basically, Ella is a college student who ended up in a relationship with Takeshi, an older Japanese man who was her mentor earlier. Hope y’all enjoy. Ella leaned back and sighed. Sitting on the ground was a bit weird, but it also,felt kind of good. Plus she could put her feet against Takeshi's feet under the table. Or would, if she didn’t have to concentrate so much on the information in the book on the table. What was this called again? Kotatsu? Or a bastardized one, Takashi explained. It was very usually too warm in California to have a heater underneath, as was traditional. Still it was nice and cozy, and a welcome change from her stuffy desk. And she had Takeshi-san's company. She took a moment to look up from her book to look over at him. He wasn’t looking back at her - he too, was enchanted by a book - but she still smiled. Even these quiet days were a treasure. She went back to studying, though she shifted on the pillow she sat on slightly. She was starting to feel that familiar urge that signaled she should go to the toilet soon. Looking at the table where a teapot and countless teabags were strewn across, alongside the tea cups they’d been drinking from (with plenty of refills) over the last hour, it was no wonder. Still, she had only a few paragraphs left in the chapter. She could wait. She had gotten so engrossed that she only noticed that Takeshi had closed his book, gotten up, and sat down next to her when he put his hand over hers. She started a bit, but calmed down quickly and then turned her head to give him a smile. He nodded in response before opening his mouth to speak. “Ella, you’ve been studying for awhile now. Maybe we should take a break?” Ella had an idea of what a break meant, but as nice as it could be, she really wanted to get this concept down before retiring. Ella shook her head. “Sorry Takeshi-San, but I’m almost done with this chapter. I want to finish while the rest is fresh in my mind. Get the concepts together. I’ll be done soon.” Still, Takeshi was beside her. “I suppose that’s fair. But still, you look rather tense. Would it be alright if I massaged you while you finished?” She smiled again. Despite his age, Takeshi sometimes acted like she’d imagine a younger man would - any excuse to touch her, right? It wasn’t cloying or annoying though. He was respectful and kind enough that it came off as flattering. After she nodded, Takeshi moved to sit behind her, most likely to, if asked, get the proper pressure on her shoulder. She felt his hands caressing her bare shoulders (California’s aforementioned weather meant that tank tops were in vogue) before he began to squeeze carefully, applying smaller bits of pressure, just like he did for post training massages. As nice as her having her muscles relaxed felt, she still had to finish the chapter. As Takeshi's lithe fingers worked their magic on her stressed neck and shoulders, she took a few minutes to read and digest to concepts in the chapter. And soon enough, she was done, just as Takeshi had begun to work on her middle back. She made a move to get up, but Takeshi swiftly put his hands on her shoulders to keep her sitting. Before she could explain her actions, he explained his. “You’ve been doing such good work, Ella. How would you feel about me rewarding you?” Despite his words, his grip didn’t loosen. Ella chuckled. “Thank you Takeshi-San, but first I have to get up to use the restroom.” Still, his hands didn’t move. “I noticed you shifting. We did have quite a bit of tea. But... I’d prefer if we stayed right here for a bit.” Ella blushed, about to protest, but as usual, he was faster than her. “I’ll take full responsibility for whatever happens and I’ll clean it up, okay? Don’t worry. Just relax and feel good.” Ella didn’t say anything else, but wondered if it would really be okay. She knew exactly what Takeshi was hinting at, and it made her feel dirty... but also kind of hot. Well, it wasn’t like she was at the very verge of pissing herself. If Takeshi changed his mind, she had plenty of time to warn him before her cup runneth over. She sighed and leaned in Takeshi's body behind her. As expected, he was nice and warm. So comforting. She inhaled his scent. It was hard to imagine there was a time she was terrified of him. For his part, Takeshi wasted no time using his hands. One hand stayed on her shoulder, massaging gently to help Ella relax, while his other hand slipped to her front and began to grope her left breast. He clawed at her hungrily, but with enough restraint to make sure he didn’t hurt her. Today wasn’t about rushing or roughness. Today was about relaxation. She let out a soft groan as he groped a bit harder. Takeshi stopped for a moment to plant a gentle series of kisses down her neck. Ella shivered as he managed to get all her weak spots right away. He wasn’t playing fair. Maybe he was more pent up than she thought. She had been studying more for exams. She suddenly felt guilty - had she been neglecting poor Takeshi? She couldn’t dwell on it too long, though - the hand that was on her breast began to travel down her stomach. She felt warm as his skin traveled across hers. And then his other hand left her shoulder to travel along the curves of her body. What exactly was the old man planning? She felt him lean heavily into her and over her as his hands both went lower and lower, until they reached her crotch. He swiftly put his hands under her pants, making her feel happy she decided to go for sweatpants instead of jeans today. She saw the outlines of his hands through the fabric. He brought one finger against her clitoris - still behind her panties - and traced it down her slit. He then brought his finger up and pressed it firmly against her crotch, before gently rubbing. “Already wet. Good girl,” he growled in her ear, causing her to blush. It was only when he said those words that she noticed how warm she felt - not just because of her pressing need to pee (she hoped all he felt was her arousal - not any spurts that happened to break through). This damn dirty old man had this strange effect on her. Though something told her that she also had an effect on him - that something being the feeling of something long and hard pressing against her back as he leaned into her. Then she felt a sudden pressure on her bladder. She was only just able to stop herself from letting loose on the carpet by pressing her own hands down on her crotch. As she did so, she felt the culprit - One of Takeshi’s roaming hands had found itself on top of her bulging bladder, and even now it was gently pressing against her. Takeshi chuckled before using his other hand to drag her hands away. “You weren’t kidding. I wonder how long we have until you lose control. Well, I’m sure I can make things happen faster.” Ella tried to turn to him, but found it difficult with him leaning over her. “I probably only have a few minutes left. If you don’t want a big mess on your pillows, you should let me go.” She heard him go ‘hmm’ as though seriously considering her words. Then she felt him squeeze her tightly. She yelped slightly in shock and in a small bit of pain and she had to hastily control her bladder muscles to prevent leaking. “I’m okay with it. Are you?” She didn’t know how to respond right away. “Ella, I’ll only do this with your consent,” he said, and his grip began to loosen. Ella felt herself blushing crimson. She actually did want this - but would Takeshi hate her? Or think she was gross? But the idea of release, and even more, with her beloved beside her... it turned her on. This was a green light, right? “I... I want it, Takeshi,” Ella whispered. Takeshi didn’t move. Ella took a deep breath. “Takeshi, please help me cum!” She almost shouted. Once again she was extremely embarrassed, and Takeshi was chuckling. “Well, alright. It wouldn’t be kind of me to leave my student hanging after such an earnest request,” Takeshi said. Ella smiled despite herself. Takeshi's hands began to explore once more, and Ella brought her hands away, allowing him to explore as much as he wanted. He was quick to bring a hand underneath her panties and use his fingers to open her lower lips before using those same fingers to gently brush against her outer vulva, threatening to penetrate her, but never actually going inside. His other hand had lowered as well, and now he was brushing a stubby thumb across her clitoris. At each sensation, Ella began to pant. “Think of this as, perhaps, endurance training. Can you hold out for a few more minutes?” Ella made a grunting noise of confirmation, though as she felt the pressure coming from her nether regions, she actually began to doubt she could hold out for much longer. Each sensation of pleasure made her want to release. It felt like her mind was fighting between holding her bladder and experiencing pleasure. “Keep it together for a few more minutes. I’m so proud of you, Ella.” Ella’s emotions flashed between aroused and embarrassed quickly. She wasn’t doing much to be proud of, but Takeshi’s praise still made her feel special. “Concentrate,” he warned suddenly. Before Ella could ask what he was going to do, she felt him begin to penetrate her with one finger. If she hadn’t gotten that warning, it would’ve been the end for these comfy pillows beneath her and their life of being piss free. Still, her endurance was getting low. She wondered if she should beg Takeshi to let her release right now. No, he was asking her to hold on, just for another minute. She desperately wanted his approval. He hadn’t planned on making it easy, apparently. With a bit more roughness, he inserted a second finger in her. Ella groaned loudly, and pressed herself against his hand, trying desperately to get help controlling her bladder. To distract herself from the pressure, she began to hump his hand. He wasn’t even moving his fingers, allowing her to do the hard work. The sensation of his hand against her pubic area made it just a little easier to endure everything. Even when he brushed his finger against her clitoris again, she held on. Then he brought two fingers to either side of her clitoris and squeezed them together. Ella groaned again. This was blatantly unfair. But then again, his training had always been a bit strict. She almost cried out as she felt him shift behind her. What next? She felt him bury his face in the nape of her neck, and felt his hot breath on her shoulder. She couldn’t hold back the shivers this sent through her body. Then the jerk began to gently nibble on her neck. Ella whined with each bite. She was sure that if his mouth hadn’t been busy, he’d be doing his usual chuckle. He continued doing this for another agonizing minute. She continued to hump and press against his hand, desperate to earn his approval, and simply desperate in general. She wasn’t aware of how much time had passed before he moved his head away from her neck and put his mouth to her ear. She closed her eyes, expecting more punishing teasing in store. “Good girl. It’s time for your reward. It’s time to release.” Ella blushed. She’d been waiting for so long for this. She was past the point of shame or embarrassment - all that mattered now was release. With a well earned sit of relief, Ella let her bladder relax. She felt the fabric around her pussy sat with the sudden wetness. She opened her eyes and saw her pants steadily growing dark beneath her. Soon her yellow liquid was dripping down the pillow she sat on, and a puddle quickly formed around her on the floor. This was the feeling of extreme bliss. She jumped when she felt something inside her move. In the haze of pleasure and release, she only just remembered that Takeshi had two fingers inside her. She blushed, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at her soaking him. Then again, given that he was once more pumping his fingers in and out of her, she had a feeling he didn’t mind so much. “Lovely. I bet you feel so much better now,” he said teasingly. But it was true. She felt amazing. And it only got better when Takeshi once more brought his other hand to her clitoris, gently stroking as much as he could of her as she drained herself on his pillow and his hands. Even when he stream eventually ended, his hands kept up their exploration. Ella bent into back into him slightly, trying to give him deeper access. As she did, she heard her wet clothes make a squelching noise. But that didn’t matter now. She had asked Takeshi to help her come, and presumably, he was fulfilling that request. Now without having to take consideration of her bladder, Takeshi’s hands moved even faster. The fingers inside her curled slightly, helping him press against her g spot. He continued to gently pinch and tease her clitoris as well. It was an overwhelming amount of sensation. Just like before, she felt like she was on the verge of exploding. The last straw was him planting a gentle kiss on the back of her head. “Takeshi!” She yelled out his name wildly as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her already soaked pants were given another barrage as she squirted. The fact she had pants on only slightly concealed the damage. She was still shivering as Takeshi brought his hands out for her pants and wrapped her in a gentle hug. As her mind was still putting itself together, she thought about how she could smell her fluids on his hands. “You did very well today, Ella. You must be tired after that. Now, why don’t you take off those wet clothes and go lie down in the bed? I’ll join you shortly.” Ella was in no state to protest. She awkwardly stood up. Before she took off her pants and panties, she took a moment to survey the results of the last half hour. Her pants were, of course, soaked through. There was a sizable puddle on the floor and the pillow was also drenched. She only felt really bad though, when she saw that Takeshi’s trousers were also damp. Though maybe that wasn’t completely her fault, she’d later reflect. Takeshi apparently was getting a little impatient. When she took a few seconds to look around, he brought up his hands to bring down her pants. As he did that, Ella took off her panties. She wasn’t sure where to put them, but then Takeshi put out a hand to her expectantly. Beginning to feel shame again, Ella was hesitant to give him her urine soaked panties. He changed his expression to a kind smile and nodded at his hand. That was enough for her to change her mind and give him the panties. He then also got up and lifted up the pillow. He brought her pants, panties, and the pillow to a laundry basket not too far off. As he lifted the basket, he nodded to the bedroom. Without another word, Ella walked over to the bedroom. She wondered if she needed to shower first, but Takeshi made no mention of it. She wondered if he wanted her to smell like urine for a bit longer. The familiar mixed feelings or arousal and embarrassment came up again as she took off her tank top and then slid under the covers of Takeshi’s bed. She definitely had been tired - she closed her eyes and wasn’t sure how long it was before she felt Takeshi slip into bed next to her. She must’ve nodded off for a short while - the bed felt much warmer from her body heat. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her once more. From what she felt of flesh and fabric, he’d taken off his shirt and pants, and only had his boxers on. She heard him sigh contentedly. She was about to speak, but as usual, he was quicker. “Go back to sleep. I’ve taken care of everything.” “I haven’t taken care of you,” she said guiltily. As far as she knew, only she’d come during their time together today. She felt slightly offended when he chucked, though she supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised. “Thank you, but believe me, I’m fine right now. If it really bothers you, you can make it up to me when we wake up. But for now, let’s rest.” If she were facing him, she’d have pouted in response. But wrapped up in his arms, she admitted to herself that maybe it was time to do as he said and rested. After all, she felt so lovely, nice and warm under the covers in his arms. In no time at all, the two drifted into a peaceful and comfortable sleep together.
  24. bes31

    End of the Line

    Hi. Recently, I've been interested in a certain type of story, the simple line story: A group of girls, an occupied bathroom, and the surrounding drama that follows. It's not complex, but I've been wanting to write one of these for a while, so here goes nothing. Also.. Homage to Rick Dixon, I guess, as he's been one of my favorite writers on here recently. I think my goal here is to flesh out such a story to the maximum capability, so this will be pretty long (and this will be only the first part). I haven't written long-form in a while, so I hope y'all like it. End of the Line: PART 1: "200 miles away. North or South." Last month, once college had finished and our final test had been inputted, a group of friends and I decided that it would be the perfect time to fulfill a promise that we made to ourselves when we were Freshman-- a glorified, down-to-earth, Americana laced road-trip. As we depressed from the laborious Finals week, our attention turned to packing bags, booking hotels, and generalizing directions for what we called a "trip of a lifetime". In fairness, this statement was hyperbole, it was a standard road-trip, New York-to-California, and then back again with gusto and general tourist spirit. But for the four of us, the trip beyond the cramped settlement that is New York to the open land would be refreshing. It was the second day, and the four of us were situated comfortably into a moderately sized SUV, cozying up with the reclining seats, with all the accompanying entertainment being the empty roads and the cell phones that clinged onto the smallest bits of signals before being shut down to the rest of the world. It was boring, and as the sun began to close down on the warm afternoon, we had decided to grab a quick bite to eat (rather than nourishment from the endless foray of packed snacks, as Goldfish cannot sustain forever). At the smallest bit of civilization, the driver pulled into an old-school diner, with a glowing white-and-silver exterior with shining embezzlement and neon signs, all cascading with the smell of pancakes and coffee to impress the craving passengers. We were immune to the aesthetic, and the smells, and the four of us entered into the near-empty restaurant. "Hi y'all, welcome to End of the Line. It'll be four?" The waitress greeted, she was an older women with caked-on makeup upon a wrinkled face and a pony-tail that oft represented someone below her age, still she bounced around with energy, charisma, and a Midwestern charm. After the long day of travelling, our group could only do with a nod, and immediately she piloted us to a large table, glistening, surrounded by strange music memorabilia. "Now, do y'all need anything?" "We'll have waters." I started, which caused a slight grimace on the face of the waitress, what's up with that? I thought. Either way, she smiled at me and assured the group that she would return with said waters. Across from me, one of the members of the group peered around the room with a slight urgency. To her left, she peered, above my head, she shook her head, and then to her right, she smiled and stood up, causing our heads to turn. "I'll be right back." Hanna, the standing girl, told the group, as she walked off to a slight crevice in the diner, the bathrooms... of course. I thought to myself, as it had been a long day for all of us. Hanna was the owner of the SUV, and with that came the responsibility of driving that lumbering vehicle across the country, of course Mark, Felicity, or myself would all have been willing to drive as well, but Hanna was stubborn, and willingly beared the responsibility. Today, she woke up in a hotel room, and by 9:00 she was behind the wheel, and continued to do so with only minimal stops for 8 hours. She was strong, and stubborn, but as she now stood in the crevice, knees slightly bent, acknowledging the occupied single-toilet room in front of her, I could tell she was nearing her breaking point, and shamefully, I became fascinated. "What about you, Felicity?" Mark asked with a candidness that impressed me. Felicity was to my right, and my eyes turned from Hanna at the door to Felicity as the questioning began. It was fair, as like Hanna, Felicity had gone eight hours without any form of relief. We had made two stops, one at 1:00, where we filled the car with gas and grabbed a bite to eat from a gas station, but when the topic of the bathroom brought up, we were presented with an out of order sign. We continued onward, though, until around 3:00, where Marks bladder had expanded too far, and he requsted a reprieve on the side of the road. There, Mark and I both relieved ourselves as the girls diverted their eyes, we offered to do the same for them, but neither obliged, as it would have been obscene. Now, Hanna was waiting for the toilet to open, obviously in some discomfort, and Felicity simply sat, not wanting to cause a scene. "Oh--- I'm fine.... No need to get up there until Hanna's done." Fair enough, though Felicity acknowledged her need. Underneath the table, I could tell that Felicity had crossed legs, and a protruding bladder that could be seen through the outline of her sundress, sometimes she would bite her lips, but she remained calm. I pretended the read the menus as I watched both girls, Hanna casually gazing at her phone, legs crossed as the door remained locked, and Felicity, who read the menu herself with discomfort-- I was blessed to be friends with such beautiful girls. Felicity was pristine, a sort of controlled beauty with pale skin, golden-blonde hair and a good body, all masking someone who was intelligent and thoughtful, all of which forced me to have romantic feelings that I never could control. Hanna on the other hand, was much more of a friend (as I had known her since we were children), she was skinny, with long legs and curly brown hair, she was more down-to earth, in a blouse, jean skirt, and boots that matched her perfect, still I could tell she was incredibly pretty, and even as friends I enjoyed watching her ponder the still-locked door. Those doors have been locked for a while, I thought as the waitress appeared with our drinks. Casually, she looked over to Hanna with a face that resembled empathy, did she know something I didn't? Hanna looked back at us as well, slightly confused, and certainly annoyed, her legs bent inward to the slightest degree and a right leg that couldn't sit still. Quietly, she squeezed on her thigh, trying to focus on her phone. Five minutes later, and as Hanna began to stare longingly at the closed door, and Felicity began to place her left hand down near crotch, giving occasional squeezes to her cramping urethra, the door opened with the sound of a bell ringing, and a family coming through the doors. There were four of them, and as the ordered off the menu, I took note of the family, a overworked Mother and Father, a young boy, and a women who seem disinterested with her parents conversation. The women was annoyed and flustered, dressed in tight jean-shorts, a blue t-shirt, and with dyed blonde hair with a punk aesthetic. She was probably 17-19, with a surprisingly large chest, and with a personality that drew ire from (what I assumed was) her family. Picking up the families conversation, I listened closely. "Come on, Darlene, you're being ridiculous." The Mother lambasted, Darlene must've been the women's name. "Just shut up! I'm fine!" "Darlene's gonna pee her pants." The boy said with a sing-song mocking tone, immediately my ears perked up. "Darlene's gonna pee--" "No I'm not! Shut up!" Darlene nearly screamed, she was slouched into her chair, exposing enough of her middrift to see a slight rise near her lower belly. She probably was caught in the same predicament, a long drive without a toilet and too much decency to pee into the side of the road. As I listened, I caught Felicity averting her ears, she seemed in pain, as if the conversation reminded her about her own needs. Hanna continued to play on her phone, but the expression on her face was worsening. "I don't use public bathrooms, they're gross!" Darlene continued. "Well, we are not stopping until the hotel, so it's either now or midnight." The father continued, all with forceful certainty. Darlene rolled her eyes at him, adjusting her Daisy-Duke which showed a little more of her inner thighs than I could handle, I tried to stay calm, as these situations were beginning to stack upon each other. "Whatever...... Besides, there's a line for the bathroom already." Darlene nodded off to Hanna, who was by herself, contemplating the door that remained locked. Another five minutes had past when we started to realize that something was off. Hanna was bouncing up and down at this point, rolling her Converses on the tiled floor and constantly biting her lips, she hadn't used the toilet in nearly nine hours at this point and the drinking of sodas and water inside the car was regular. Now, she felt weighted down, sometimes crossed over, even at some points she pondered to the Men's bathroom, but as she pulled ever so slightly she found that the Men's reprieve was locked as well. She remained stuck, and Felicity watched with baited breath, even Darlene made a few glances, she shook ever so slightly (even if she wouldn't be caught dead in a public toilet, a point she iterated many times to her poor parents). "Do you think there are staff bathrooms?" Felicity asked me with shyness, she didn't like being in such a predicament as she twisted the edges of her sundress, her legs deviating from positions, trying to find comfort, but the pain was within. "You could ask." I reminded Felicity, who seemed dissatisfied with her answer, especially since Hanna had already asked. A few minutes ago, when the waitress brought over our meals of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and the likes, Hanna had asked her why exactly the bathrooms were closed. "Oh, they're just occupied." The waitress responded with a uneasy smile, sometimes she would bounce on her black high-heels, she was desperate too, so if there was a staff bathroom, it wasn't being used either. Across the restaurant, Darlene clamped down on her short shorts, giving a slight moan, from my vantage point I could see the slightest trickle of darkness on the indigo, her legs crossed with intensity, just preventing a flood from appearing. "Oh Darlene, you're hurting yourself!" The Mother warned her daughter, whose eyes rang with worry instead of rebel spirit. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh---- Fine!" Darlene stood up and awkwardly jigged to the crevice where the bathroom would be, I wondered how much of the "Uh"'s were a stand in for her pride, as she obviously was losing control. In the crevice, the punk-rock girl stood next to Hanna, comparatively, Darlene was in rougher shape, bent over with one hand permanently pressed down on her failing privates. Hanna was desperate too, but under control, Darlene looked as if she could burst at any moment-- but she did have pride, one that prevented her from losing control. "What's up with the bathrooms?" Darlene spoke to Hanna, who was fine with conversation, anything to get her mind off her swollen bladder. "I don't know, whomever's in there is not coming out." "Have you tried knocking on the door?!" Darlene dramatically asked, shifting hands around her waist-- God, she could explode at any second. Hanna had no response, not sure what the punk-rock girl was alluding too. "Y'know, to see if anyone's in there!" "Oh--- Okay." Hanna nodded and quickly knocked on the door, and almost immediately, a knock back. In some ways, this was the worst case scenario, and both girls knew what this socially meant. If the doors were locked and no one was inside, then there was no reason to wait, the girls could both run to the back and relieve their swollen, oversized bladders, but now that an open toilet was accessible, they had to stay, and just wait. I watched intently, though I saw Felicity look at me, maybe she was wondering why I was so interested. "Um.... Hi?" Hanna spoke to the person on the other side. "You've been in there a while, and there are people here who really need the.... Y'know. Do you think you can come out soon." From the other side, a women's voice, "Just a second". Darlene moaned, shaking her hips around in obvious cramping pain. "I don't have a second! I need to pee now!" Darlene complained, drawing attention to the entire kitchen and her family. I looked over to them, her brother was loving it with a giddy smile, but her parents were worried. Hanna was also worried, but also annoyed, as she swayed around, sometimes kicking up her legs, almost nearing a pace. "I get that you need to go-- So do I-- But you don't have to yell so loud." Hanna talked down to Darlene, who responded to it in spade, bending down and nodding (and surprisingly, not yelling). I get the yelling, I've been in positions where I've almost lost control, but I couldn't imagine Hanna or Felicity liked such a display. Suddenly, I was reminded of Felicity, who rubbed her thighs constantly. "Sorry--- It's just that I haven't gone all day, and I just really need to go." Darlene said in a lower tone. "Literally all day, you see, I have a fear of public bathrooms, so when I woke up at the hotel this morning I just couldn't muster the will to go. I thought that there would be a time that I could piss in the woods, or piss in a bottle, but my parents didn't let me-- and now--- Well, I think if I don't use the toilet soon, I'm going to explode." Hanna (and I) listened to the story. I imagined, the long afternoon drive with confidence, just waiting for an oppurtunity to release your pent up bladder and to be denied relief over and over again. God, I was becoming fascinated, my thoughts became rock hard as I put off the pancakes to appreciate the three girls that were putting on a show. Felicity burrowed herself down, pushing on her nether regions with strength, her pale face beginning to appear beet red. Darlene hadn't relieved her swollen bladder for a long time, and it showed from her pained face, crossed legs, and dancing hips. And then there was Hanna, who stood with her head against the wall, feeling the pain of standing in the same spot for nearly 15 minutes without the door opening. Part of me wished I could escort all three girls out of the diner and to the side of the room, and from there I would watch as they undress, Felicity would pull up her sundress and move her white panties to the side as she would unleash a torrent, Darlene would slide down her short shorts and panties, all trickling down with precious (and loud) relief, and Hanna would cautiously roll down her panties as the stream would appear from underneath her now Commando skirt. But that would be weird, much better for just a fantasy. Instead the girls remained in pain, the door remained locked. But then, the next best thing occurred-- because the entrance opened again, and immediately I was sparked again. "Hi y'all, is it two today?" The waitress asked, she legitimately seemed to be in pain at this point. "Oh no... We were just wondering if we could use your facilities?.. Please." "Oh... Well, they're to your right." On instinct, my head swiveled again to spot two women, both which immediately recognized the uncomfortable line in place, and from their uncomfortable stances, would only be contributing. "Ah, shit... There's a line, Jasmine." The one on the left claimed, she was gaudy and alternative, large-chested with dark-brown skin and long braided hair, dressed in flowing blouse and oddly colored pink skirt which loosely covered her upper thigh. Still, she was bursting, obviously, from head-to-toe, with her legs scrunched up, hand pushing down on her urethra, and a pained expression that could already be seen from the other girls. Next to her, a smaller women with lighter-brown skin, petite frame and short brown hair, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, tom-boyish in nature, and her straight posture carried more of the same. I could have mistaken her for a man if it wasn't for the perky breasts that poked through her yellow v-neck shirt, and the she was pushing on her vagina as well. "There's nowhere else we can go." Immediately, Jasmine and the other women hurried to the line, only increasing the worry of the desperate Felicity, who didn't want to expose her desperation, and remained sitting. I looked to her with a startling worry, and she turned back to me with pain drenching her face, and nearly a tear in her eye. Putting her mind off of it, she finished up her pancakes. It was crazy that the food was done, and for all 20 minutes, Hanna had been standing up there, now it was dificult to spot her in the crevice, with Darlene leaning on the wall, and the two women taking spots as well. Sometimes I would see the head of Hanna, she looked bewildered, completely enamored with her desperation, near the point of crying out. "Erica..." Jasmine spoke, unbuttoning her jeans to relieve the pressure on her expanding bladder, "this is really bad, I'm about to explode." "Me too, honey... Me too." Erica said with sympathy. "We all are." Darlene introduced herself to the two women. "But I've been here for ten minutes, and this girl--" Darlene pointed to Hanna, who tried the men's bathroom for the 20th time and found no success, "she's been here for twenty." "Twenty!" Erica reacted with shock. "Is there a dead body in the toilets or something!?" "We've talked to her, she just won't open the door." Hanna said with complete frustration. "Why don't we barge in, we haven't peed for a day!" Jasmine contextualized the two's shaking and complete desperation, a day? God, these girls were stronger than I could imagine. "We were supposed to go to an Air B&B, but it got cancelled, so we had to stay in our car for the night and even thought we've been dying for a piss for forever, we just couldn't find a place that had a toilet. Until now." "You haven't gone for 24 hours!?" Darlene was amazed, as she was at wits end with only a measly 20 hours to her name. "Something like that-- and--- Oh!!!" Erica moaned, causing a chain response for all the girls to moan. All four girls were dying, and their desperation just couldn't end. Hanna now knelt down next to the bathroom, a few spurts stained the bottom of her light-blue jean skirt, but it was nothing to Darlene, who remained in complete tension and still had a dark spot on her short shorts. Jasmine continued to push down, tears forming in her-- "Bes." And then there was Erica, who pulled on her miniskirt and-- "Bes!" My attention was halted, as suddenly someone was calling for me. It was Felicity, who in the madness I forgot was waging her own war. I looked at her with worry. "Yeah?" "Could you uh---" Awkwardly, she chose words. "Could you help me outside?" "H...Help?" She looked to me with complete agony on her face, and I knew what she meant. I stood up from my meal, and as Mark watched, I helped up Felicity as well. She was really hurting, her face still red, with her hand carefully placed over her crotch, everything swelled and full, but despite it not a single drop on her chair-- she forced herself to hold it, and when she couldn't, she came to me. Holding her hand, I helped the bursting girl out of the diner, not even gaining attention from the other girls, they were already occupied with their own problems. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know-- Just---- Just take me---" Felicity couldn't complete a sentence as I pulled her out. I pushed on the door and allowed her to leave the sight lines. Throughout all of this she hopped along, bursting at every corner, with every step being a careful balance not to lose control of the overflowed load inside of her. I was not aroused, though, I was worried, and with worry I made sure that she reached the side of the building, just as a large humming sound came from the highway. Felicity still looked around, she was bursting, but she could tell that given the correct angle, a passerby could see her, carefully she moved on, pushing down on the abused cloth that made her sundress. "I promise I won't look." I told her as I let go of her hand, she was at the side of the building, nearing the back as I let her by herself. Alone, Felicity danced, a full-on potty dance as if she was a child, looking around to see if it was finally appropriate for her to pull down her panties and unleash the built up storm. I want nothing more to watch, but I promised that I wouldn't, so with pain I turned away. Still I could hear Felicity pull down her panties and moan, and--- It was silent, without any sounds of spashes or moans of relief. After 15 seconds of silence, I was confused. "Is everything alright?" "I.... I can't." She can't?? I thought, thinking of turning around. "What do you mean, you can't." "I.... It's locked, I can't...." Awkardness filled the space between us, as I stood away from her. "Can I turn around?" I asked, wondering what was wrong. "Yeah." I did, and to my surprise there was nothing, no liquid, no piss, but Felicity remained dancing, dying to pee. "I'm just really shy, that's all." She said, blushing. I managed out a smile, could you imagine-- pee shyness for someone so desperate, I couldn't imagine how it felt for Felicity, who was dying, and just couldn't. "I've never been able to pee outside, I just thought since it's so bad that..." She bent over, "I need to wait for a toilet." "Well, that's okay, you'll just wait on line." I said with ignorance, and she smiled at it as if it was a joke. "Yeah, that'll work out good." Felicity pranced back to the diner, still pulling on her sundress, and as the sun began to fade I wished for nothing more to have been able to see the pleasures of Felicity's relief-- but it'll have to wait. Maybe the bathroom was open, whoever was inside is finally out, maybe Hanna can get relief! Either way, I felt the sting of my own bladder, and the peace of the wall. I let go slowly, urinating against the wall, realizing that the strain I felt was nothing compared to those five girls. I smiled at the thought, of how many beautiful bursting bladders had been placed before me as I finished, buttoning my jeans and-- "Shit! Shit! Shit!!!" A loud voice came near at a record pace, and I stopped, as because from the corner the figure of Darlene appeared, blue t-shirt and blue shorts that were so short that they drew my into a frenzy, all along with it a stained bottom where spurts of piss had been coming out of the desperate girls troubled urethra. She bounced her legs up and down with fury as she stopped, and looked at me. And I looked at her. And she looked at me. And I looked at her. And she pissed her pants. Her muscles stopped, and she bent forward, with the strained indigo becoming the only color as the liquid surrounded her lower body. She nearly squealed as I watched her lose complete control, eventually as the urine poured out of her body she attempted to pull down her moist shorts, but the stickiness prevented it, and suddenly she was fully drenched. I could only watch in amazement, and she reacted with horror, all turning into a shocked, saddened face-- she had so much pride, and now it was as if she was a little girl. "I----" She struggled to make a word, still pushing down as the stream stopped. I said nothing, in shock as well. "I--- I really needed to pee." It was known. From behind her, her family appeared as she walked off, embarrassed, without saying a word. Her Mother and Father reprimanded her, "Why didn't you go like we told you to!" Her Father yelled, and Darlene's brother teased her relentlessly. Darlene was going to remember this day for the rest of her life, and so would Erica, Jasmine, Felicity, Hanna, all because someone refused to leave the bathroom. The problem was that there were no public bathrooms from here, for 200 miles, either way. You either peed now, or you would wait, and those who came had no choice. It was the End of the Line. If you didn't pee here, you wouldn't pee anywhere. Carefully, I walked out of the side of the building, through a window I saw Mark and Felicity, both waiting for this nightmare to end. Felicity's hands were tied, and her head was on the table. I also saw the line, now three girls, waiting with urine coming through their eyes. But it was then that I saw something else, something that made it only crazier. In the front of the diner, a school bus-- a school trip-- and unless my eyes deceived me, many girls that weren't peeing anywhere else. END OF PART 1
  25. Cassandra Ashton swore vehemently as her car sped down the highway. The rain that the weatherman had said was going to miss the town was coming down in torrents. Why they ever decided to hire a goombah like Thomas Wilkins down at the Channel 9 weather report station, Cassandra would never know. Blowing her auburn hair out of her face, she squinted into the watery dark road ahead of her as she tried to find her exit. Her headlights didn’t penetrate the inky blackness quite as well as she would have hoped. Suddenly, a tendril of lightning illuminated the sky just long enough for Cassandra to see that she’d sped past her exit. “Great, just f***king great!” she muttered. It didn’t help that the 4 Big Gulps she’d bought a few miles back was coursing through her like the Colorado whitewater rapids. She crossed her legs and squirmed as she tried to find a shoulder to get over on so she could turn around. As she drove on, she became painfully aware of three things; the rain showed no signs of stopping, she was hopelessly lost, and her bladder was really beginning to nag her now. True, she had a rather large bladder, and was known around her office as Cassie the Supertanker, but even she had a limit, and it appeared that 4 Big Gulps was it. Cassandra drove on, now wedging her hand in between her stocking clad thighs, her red skirt pushed up and opened to allow her throbbing bladder room to expand. She gasped as a small squirt dampened the gusset of her conservative white cotton underwear. Just as she was about to pull over, tear down her underwear and let it rip onto the street, she saw an exit coming up. She veered over to the side and took it, which led her down a narrower, winding lane road. The streetlights became fewer and far between. Cassandra was about to give up and turn around when another bolt of lightning lit the sky again, bringing a large mansion into view. Cassandra decided to stop in, ask for directions, use the toilet, and be on her merry way. She pulled her car up to the wrought iron gate and strangely, it was open. Cassandra had no time to ponder the curiosity of this; she had more pressing matters. She pulled her car up the long cobblestone drive. The mansion was even larger up close, and Cassandra almost decided to drive off. At that very moment a forked blast of lighting split the night sky asunder. For a second before the loud boom of the rolling thunder followed, the image of the house was burnt upon Cassandra's mind. Twisted small shapes which could only be disfigured gargoyles lined the roof and the overhangs of the flung out bay windows. Three stories tall with windows peeking out of the dark slate roof, the building seemed to rise up over the car, pulling it inwards. Shaking her head to dispel the image the storm had created, Cassandra fought back hard to contain the warm pee squirting from her pussy lips and soaking into her cotton panties. It was a stupid notion, she told herself, especially for a grown woman of thirty. She turned off the engine and pulled on her overcoat. She stepped out of her car and shivered as the rain soaked the hands drawing up her coat. Her bladder pulsed with hot urine, a real contrast to the chilling rain falling around her. Cassandra climbed the steps of the manor. It looked deserted; the windows were uninvitingly dark. Fortunately she had left on the car headlights and this provided just enough illumination for her to safely mount the steps to the main door. A quick scan of the dimly lit doorframe provided no sight of a doorbell, so Cassandra resorted to a hard knocking on the thick wood of the right hand door. Echoes of her fist falls reverberated from the other side of the door but there was no other sound apart from the constant drumming of the pouring rain on the porch roof overhead. She beat against the door again. “Hello!?” she called. “Anyone home?” After several more seconds there was still no response. The wind had begun to rise in the short span of time she had been stood on the steps and already the rain had begun to move in under the porch canopy. Scowling in disgust at her rapidly dampening clothing she decided that if she didn't get an answer in the next twenty seconds, then she would pull up her skirt, let down her panties and simply piss all over the steps. If was almost as if the weather had heard her thoughts. With a sharp increase in strength, a new gust of wind sent a wave of rain in her direction. Enough was enough. Cassandra reached for the door handle. It was to her intense surprise when in slid downwards in response and the heavy front door opened inwards without a sound. Cassandra fell forwards catching herself at the last moment. She tentatively crept inside. The door behind her slammed shut of its own accord, cutting off the sound of clattering rain and howling wind so abruptly, Cassandra jumped, losing another spurt to her already damp knickers. She turned back around towards the main foyer, into a dark, eerie stillness. She stood gasping for a moment dazed by the difference between the outside world and the calm indoors. She had a prickly feeling on the back of her neck that suggested she should really not be here, but Cassandra’s swollen bladder would not be denied relief much longer, and it let her know so by angrily pumping a good long squirt of hot piss into her undies, this time creating a small rivulet down her right thigh. However it took Cassandra a good few seconds to steady her beating heart and finally turn around from the door and survey her surroundings. Through the gloom she could just make out that she was stood in an imposing entrance hallway. Cold stone slabs covered the floor leading off to a sweeping staircase leading up and off to the right. Dark doorways fed off at intervals along the wall no doubt leading to various rooms inside the mansion. For now all that mattered was that the house was deserted and that Cassandra still desperately needed to piss a bloody quart. She looked around even more, but the house was most definitely empty. She considered going off in search of a restroom; it definitely beat standing here in the foyer, shivering her ass off and trickling pee down her legs. She gave herself one more quick squeeze and set off towards the large spiraling staircase in the middle of the room. As she ascended, she noticed that the rain sounded strangely muffled, as if the walls of the mansion were soundproof. She came to another hallway. She started down it, when she swore she saw a shadow move. She gasped and squirted again. She had a prickly feeling along her neck that told her that she was not alone, but she decided to press on. She felt her way about in the dark for a while, then pulled out her iPhone and turned on the flashlight. The light didn’t stretch very far, almost as if the darkness were swallowing it, but she managed to illuminate enough of the hallway to go on. She began opening doors and peering inside them to see what was inside them, and more importantly, if any of them contained a toilet. To her surprise, every room was exactly the same; two twin beds at each side of the room, with a bedstand and a lamp upon it. To the right of the bed closest to the door was a closet. Cassandra shone her light around the room and it fell upon the contents of the closet; little dresses that looked like maid uniforms, but they couldn’t have been for girls any older than 12…maybe 16 at the oldest. She continued to search down the hallway, coming upon room after room like this. Her bladder was spurting quite frequently now, to the point where she literally had to hop up and down to keep the flood inside her from gushing all over her twitching thighs. Finally, at the end of the hallway, she came to a room that was surrounded by curtains. The floor was tile, and her heels made a clacking sound that echoed eerily in the darkness as she made her way in. She was immediately startled by a portrait on the far wall. It was of a woman, who looked as if she may be a few years older than Cassandra, with bright, intelligent eyes, and a beautiful but haughty expression. Her raven locks were done up in a delicate bun, and her half-moon spectacles sat on the bridge of her slender nose. She wore what looked like a grown woman version of the maid-clothes Cassandra had seen, except rather than being lavender and white, these were black. She pulled back the curtains, and each one revealed an empty cubbyhole. Cassandra looked into nearly all of them; every cubbyhole shared one thing in common. There was a circle in the floor of each one that was lighter than the surrounding ground, indicating that something usually occupied the space. The last curtain she peered behind proved her suspicions. Sitting on the ground was a squat little cauldron-looking object. Cassandra looked into it…It was about a quarter full with some sort of liquid. It was no toilet, but it would have to do. Cassandra set her iPhone down and hiked up her skirt dancing on the spot, trying to drag the pot out to where she could use it. Her pee was pumping faster than she could stop it; her panties were soaking it up as best they could, the wetness running all the way from her pussy lips to the crack of her ample behind. She positioned herself over the pot. “Care to watch?” she told the portrait sarcastically as she got it into place. Seeing the pot there, ready for her use, only seemed to triple Cassandra’s desperation. Hopping up and down frantically, she kicked off her shoes. She didn’t even have time to pull down her underwear as a torrent of piss jetted from her pussy. Finally, after quite a few hours of torment, Cassandra’s bladder was finally able to relax and pour its steaming contents into the pot. She peed for what must have been minutes, and her audible sigh of relief echoed around the chamber. Once she had finished, she rose up and slid her panties off. They were too wet to wear now, so she merely folded them up and slid them under the now nearly 4/5ths full chamber pot, a little present for whomever owned this house in exchange for her relief. As she snuck back into the hallway, another shadow moved next to her. She hardly had time to register the flash of a little lavender maid dress before she felt hands grip both her arms and blindfold her. She yelped and fell to her knees in surprise before feeling a wad of cloth being shoved in her mouth. The arms began slowly dragging her away, as her screams welling up in her throat were stopped cold by the gag between her teeth. To be continued….