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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Hello everyone! This is a story from the other day, that I wanted to post but had already posted that day. This isn't a wetting story but I have a couple of those ill post soon. Anyway, our boiler is a complete pain, I've made my bed into a cocoon of blankets, clothes and study materials seeing as it's always so cold. On this fateful Eve I was in warm comfy clothes lying in bed, with my headphones in talking to homeanddry, when A, my housemate, knocked the door. HaD heard her when I didn't, so I told her to come in quick. She said she was going for a shower did I need the bathroom. I said 'no, no' so off she went. But then I realised I really did have to pee and had been holding for a while, and literally had been complaining the entire time to HaD!! Uh oh.... After 10 minutes I heard the shower turn on, and my bladder was really pulsating now, I had tears in my eyes. I tried not to acknowledge this thought, but I have a plastic bin with a lid by my bed as I get ill from some medication I take sometimes. As time passed and I was sat rocking on the edge of the bed I pulled the bin towards me. It scraped along the floor and I was worried it was too loud. I thought about it but my brain told me I couldn't. I waited and fought and crossed my legs hard, but I could feel my bladder about to give out. I shakily removed the lid off the bin, pulled down my sweatpants and panties and positioned myself over the bin. I could hear my housemate was still in the shower so I hoped she couldn't hear, took a deep breath, and let go. It hissed out of me splattering the empty plastic of the bin but became quite a loud obvious sound once it was liquid hitting liquid. I peed for ages with my breath held, balancing and shaking. When I was done my legs were a bit dead so I nearly knocked over the bin trying to stand up! I looked in the bin and I must have peed over a litre but not quite a litre and a half. When A was out of the shower I snuck in and washed out my bin!! Hope you enjoyed it EQ x
  4. Chapter 1 Daria was dying. Her bladder pressed hard against the tight waist of her khakis that cut off at the ankles to show off her sexy feet in designer flip flops. Her tight top stretched tight over her boobs as her tits erected out like arrowheads from the pressure she dealt with. The physical agony was bad enough. Those five water bottles she sucked down throughout the party had really gone to her. She was sitting and talking to some other twenty something years olds like herself from around town in her college campus while crossing and shaking her legs aggressively. “Oh holy crap,” she whispered to herself. So low, as it was from an intense and slight pulse that made her feel like her belly would pop out any second. Her toes curled as her feet shook and sweat fell down her head. “Why did I drink so much and hold it for so long?” She wondered. Daria got up from her chair and prayed there wouldn’t be a line at the bathroom. Apparently there was only one in the house but alas, she stopped in the hallway and threw her arms up in frustration then rubbing her hands down her face as her legs squeezed over each other tight. She stated at three other girls as beautiful as she was squirming gently outside the bathroom door painfully holding back their bladders as well. The one at the front, Erin, was in a red sweater and black tights with slippers. She held her hand gently against her crotch as she bounced with an annoyed expression across her face. Behind her was Alex. A thin and tan hottie with long legs in short short jeans and a red shirt with buttons. Her arms wrapped around her chest and bit her lips as her foot tapped. Behind her and in front of Daria was Joanna. A tall gal with tight blue jeans and wearing a purple top. She stood with her legs crossed and hands in her pockets. Anxious and in agony . Daria walked up asked, “Um, I’m sorry to trouble you. But....could I possibly cut in front?” The girls all turned their heads shocked as they were bouncing around themselves. “Hells no.” They each replied. Daria felt like collapsing to her knees and crying however, she had to pursue on. She squirmed at the end of the line, legs rubbing against each other and feet pacing back and forth as she worried and held in a watery load anxiously. Meanwhile not far behind was Billy. A horny omorashi obsessed guy who from behind the corner of the wall started to cum himself in aw from watching those four beauties squirm . To be continued
  5. 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)
  6. This is part fantasy, part true story. It's quite long, but I hope you enjoy! This contains both male and female desperation. I started a new job recently working in an office, and part of my role involves spending hours in long and boring meetings taking notes and speaking with clients. More than once I’ve been stuck in one of these meetings bursting for a piss after drinking too many cups of tea, sat on the edge of my seat with my ankles crossed underneath me, holding on until the meeting ends and I get chance to relieve myself at last. Last week I was sitting in one such meeting, sat there dying for a pee, frantically bouncing my knee and trying to concentrate on what was being said rather than the throbbing ache in my bladder. It seemed to last forever, and ended up overrunning by about 15 minutes, ending just before 5.15 rather than 5 as I’d originally hoped. At this point its worth quickly explaining my journey to and from work – I catch the bus from a bus stop a short walk away from my house, which takes me to the train station near to my office. Once at the station, a company run shuttle bus takes people to the office. It takes me around 20 minutes to get to work in the morning, but because of traffic the journey home can take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. I usually get the 5.15 shuttle bus to the station which leaves me plenty of time to catch the 5.30 bus back to my house. By the time the meeting had finally ended, I realised that the shuttle bus I usually take to the station would be leaving in just a couple of minutes. I hurried to my desk, crossing my legs and bending forwards slightly as I quickly turned off my PC and packed my laptop into my bag. I bit my lip. I really, really needed a piss, but if I went for one then I’d definitely miss the shuttle bus, meaning I’d miss my bus home. The buses to my house were so infrequent that the next one wasn’t until later on. My bladder felt so full, throbbing underneath my waistband, and I longed to hurry to the toilets and have a long and relieving piss. No, I’d just have to hang on and wait until I got home, and hope that the traffic wouldn’t be too bad. I threw on my jacket, slung my bag over my shoulder and hurried out of the office, barely made it to the shuttle bus before it left. I hurried on and took a seat, resting my hands between my legs and tensing my thighs. The drive to the station doesn’t take long, only a few minutes if there’s no traffic, but the road out of the office is full of speed bumps. Every single time the bus hit one, it sent a jolt through my bladder, making me fidget in my seat. I bit my lip and pushed down slightly onto my cock, feeling my bladder throbbing. Luckily the bus was fairly empty, so I could sit and squirm in my seat without anybody noticing. I looked out of the window, giving my cock a quick squeeze, wondering how long it’d be before I had chance to piss. It always seems to be that the times when you desperately need to roads to be clear, they’re completely gridlocked, and today was no exception. We had barely pulled onto the main road before we slowed to a halt. I bit my lip and sighed in frustration, looking down the road and seeing a long line of cars at a standstill. I began to worry. If I missed the 5.30 bus, I had no idea what time the next one was, and really doubted whether or not I’d be able to hold on until I got home. I leaned forwards in my seat, pressing my hands between my legs and crossing my ankles underneath me, jiggling my knees. As we crawled along, I watched the long line of cars anxiously, the time ticking closer and closer to half past. I thought back to all the tea and water I’d had that afternoon to keep my mouth from getting too dry in the air conditioned meeting room. I hadn’t had chance to relieve myself since lunchtime - despite feeling the urge to go even before the meeting started, I just hadn’t had time. I gritted my teeth as I shifted in my seat, urging the traffic to move faster as my bursting bladder throbbed between my legs. By 5.25, we were still stuck behind a queue of cars. At least now I could see what was causing the holdup – roadworks, typical. I tapped my hands against my knees and looked at my watch, glancing back up at the road. Fuck. I leaned back in my seat, my hands squeezing my thighs, resigning myself to the fact that I was going to miss my bus. I tried looking on my phone to find when the next bus might be, but I had no signal. I just hoped it wasn’t too far away. I was absolutely aching for a piss, and wished I’d just had one before leaving the office, catching a later bus to the station. I squirmed in my seat, hoping that there was at least a toilet at the station I could use before catching the bus home, though part of me knew this wasn’t likely. For now, I had no choice but to endure my desperate urge to piss until we finally made it out of this traffic. 20 minutes later, and we’d only moved a few yards. The roadworks had been set up at the junction of two very busy roads, and even when the temporary traffic lights went to green, nobody could go anywhere. People on the bus were starting to get impatient, and had been talking about getting off early and walking (we were only a 10 minute walk from the station by now). However, the driver didn’t want to let anybody off as it wasn’t safe. I was getting frantic now, having to squeeze my cock hard every so often to help me wait. From what I’d overheard, there was a train leaving just before 6 that most people on the bus wanted to catch, and a few people had begun to line up near to the door, trying to convince the driver to let them off. Eventually, he agreed, and after deliberating for a few seconds, I decided to join them. Walking would help me take my mind off just how badly I had to piss, or so I hoped. We got off the bus, walking quickly towards the station. I bit my lip, now I was stood up I could feel just how full my bladder was, and I hoped more than ever there were toilets at the station. I bounced on the balls of my feet as I waited to cross the road, crossing my legs impatiently. I was stood next to a woman who’d got off the bus just before me, who I recognised as being one of the managers in HR named Hannah. She was an attractive woman in her 30s, and I’d met her during my first week. She turned to me and smiled. ‘I’ve already missed one train, there’s no way on earth I’m missing this next one’ she said laughing. I laughed and said how ridiculous it was that it took so long, telling her I’d missed my bus and had no idea when the next one was. We chatted on the way to the station, which helped take my mind off my bladder. I really needed to know whether the station had toilets, but I just couldn’t bring myself to let on that I was desperate for a piss. A few minutes later and we were waiting to cross another busy road just opposite the station. I crossed my legs again, leaning forward slightly as we watched the cars pass, waiting for the lights to change so we could cross. Finally, I worked up the courage to let on my predicament. ‘Do you know if the station has toilets? I haven’t had chance to go all afternoon and I’m quite desperate’ I said quietly, bobbing on the spot. Hannah laughed, glancing down at my tightly crossed legs. ‘I’m not sure, I don’t think so. I can’t remember ever seeing any’. ‘Great’ I said sarcastically, laughing sheepishly, bending forwards slightly before recrossing my legs the other way. She sensed my disappointment and my desperation. ’You could always ask someone if you’re desperate’ she suggested kindly. I nodded. ‘Yeah I’ll do that, it’s going to take me a while to get home’. Just then, the lights changed and we crossed the road, heading quickly to the station entrance. ‘Bet you wished you’d gone before leaving the office now’ she teased, and I laughed and agreed with her, blushing, totally embarrassed but also turned on now that Hannah knew my predicament. We walked into the brightly lit ticket office, and I looked around quickly. Fuck, no toilets. And even worse, nobody to ask. It was only a small station, with just a couple of ticket machines and barriers, the ticket office closed down for the evening. I bit my lip as I realised I’d just have to hold on until I got home, and endure the bus ride with a painfully full bladder. ‘Doesn’t look like they have loos, you’ll just have to cross your legs’ she said sympathetically. ‘Yeah, looks like it. Really regretting all those cups of tea I had this afternoon!’ I joked, aware that Hannah was watching me shift my weight from foot to foot. ‘Oh god I bet you are. Anyway, better go and catch this train. Good luck!’ she chuckled, walking towards the barrier and out onto the platform. ‘Thanks’ I said laughing, watching her go. I gritted my teeth and headed down the steps towards the bus stop just outside, crossing my legs as I read the timetable. Fuck! The next bus wasn’t until half past 6! I stamped my foot on the floor in frustration and bent forwards, pressing my hands between my legs before quickly straightening up. I looked at my watch, biting my lip as I realised I had about 30 minutes to wait. God, I was absolutely dying for a piss, and I wasn’t going to be home until around 7, and that’s if the traffic wasn’t too bad. I took a seat on the plastic bench next to the stop, putting my bag down and pulling out my phone to help me pass the time. I thought about walking to the nearby town to find somewhere to piss, but I didn’t know the area very well let alone if there were any public toilets. Besides, I’d most likely miss my bus – I had no choice but to sit there and wait. Although I was the only one at the bus stop, there was still the occasional person walking past towards the station, so I tried to keep still and not squirm around too much in case anyone noticed. After a few minutes I began to jiggle my knees, biting my lip. I couldn’t help It, I really needed a piss, and I could feel my bladder tight against my slim fitting work trousers. I had my phone in my lap, browsing the internet to help take my mind off how badly I needed to go, and every so often when nobody was walking past I’d press my hands against my cock, gritting my teeth. After a few minutes of squirming, an attractive young woman, probably in her late 20s dressed in casual office clothes, walked up to the bus stop and began to read the timetable. Although I was dying to squirm around and jiggle my legs, I forced myself to sit still - it’d be way too obvious that I was bursting for a pee otherwise. I recognised her – I’d sometimes see her waiting at the bus stop near my house, though we’d never spoken. I didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of her, bouncing around like a child just because I needed a pee. No, I’d just have to bite my lip and endure the pressure between my legs until the bus arrived. As she read the timetable, I couldn’t help but notice the tense expression on her face. She was biting her lip and was frowning, and I noticed she was shifting around a lot, not quite standing still but not full-blown dancing from foot to foot either. I began to get turned on – maybe she was in the exact same situation as I was! She crossed her legs tightly as she looked down at her watch, sighing quietly to herself. She moved away from the timetable and began to pace around, occasionally stopping to cross her legs, looking down the road with a worried look on her face. I felt myself getting hard. God, it really did look as though she was absolutely desperate for a pee, and the only bus that stopped here this time of day was the one I was waiting for. It really turned me on to think that we were both in the same situation – both stuck at the bus stop, both dying to pee. I was finding it hard to sit still, but after seeing her fidgeting around, I started to bounce my knees, biting my lip as I squeezed my thighs tightly for a second, hands pushed between them. I glanced up at her and caught her watching me, and she quickly looked away. Fuck, now I really was turned on. Not only were we both waiting at the bus stop bursting, she’d caught me squirming in my seat. I looked back at my phone, still jiggling my knee. She sat down further along the bench, and out of the corner of my eye I watched her press her hands discreetly into her lap, crossing her legs tightly. I squirmed in my seat, the pressure in my bladder making me bite my lip and push both hands between my legs for a second. I could sense her watching me, and I began to blush, aware that my cock was very, very hard. There was a noticeable bulge in my trousers, and you wouldn’t need to look too closely to see I was pretty obviously turned on. We sat in silence for a few more minutes, both of us fidgeting – me jiggling my knees and squirming in my seat, her crossing her legs tightly and bouncing her foot. I was absolutely, frantically bursting for a piss, desperate to empty my rock hard bladder, but still had ages left to wait before I could do anything about it. I longed to reach down between my legs and give my rock hard cock a nice hard squeeze, but with the woman sat just a few feet away, I wasn’t brave enough to do it. After a couple more minutes though, I couldn’t take it anymore. I quickly glanced across at her, seeing she was looking at her phone, and bent forwards in my seat, looking down the road as if watching for the bus. Crossing my ankles tightly underneath me, I bit my lip as I squeezed my cock hard with one hand, my other hand pressing down over it in an attempt to disguise what I was doing. I held myself for a couple of seconds, enjoying the feeling, before quickly straightening up and quickly glancing back at her. Fuck, she was looking right at me, her eyes fixed on my lap. I let go of my cock quickly, resting my hands on my thighs and bouncing my knees, extremely embarrassed at being caught holding myself. We made eye contact for a second and she quickly looked away, and I couldn’t help but notice she was biting her lip. She uncrossed her legs, squeezed her thighs together tightly before recrossing her legs, bouncing her foot. Fuck, I was so turned on despite how embarrassed I was. I glanced at my watch, sighing in frustration. Still over 20 minutes to wait, and by now I was starting to doubt whether or not I was going to make it home with dry trousers. I looked around anxiously, wondering if there was a secluded place where I could have a quick piss, but there was nowhere private enough. Besides, it’d be far too obvious if I wandered off somewhere behind the station and came back looking more relaxed, and the woman sat next to me would know exactly what I’d done. No, I’d just have to hold on, no matter how badly I had to go. The next 10 minutes dragged by. I was trying to distract myself from the pressure in my bladder by playing around with my phone, but it wasn’t working. I was so, so desperate to piss, and the knowledge that I wasn’t going to be able to relieve myself anytime soon wasn’t helping in the slightest. I couldn’t sit still for a second, constantly shifting my weight and squirming around in my seat, tensing my thighs and biting my lip, enduring the urgent need to piss. The woman was speaking to somebody on the phone quietly, her legs tightly crossed, bouncing her foot constantly. Every few minutes I’d lean forwards in my seat, looking down the road in the hope that the bus might turn up early, but there was never any sign of it. At least it gave me the chance to push hard between my legs for a second, pressing my hands against my throbbing cock before quickly taking them away. I longed to loosen my belt or unzip my jeans to give my bulging bladder room to expand, or reach down and give myself a nice, long squeeze through my boxers, but there was just no way. Every so often, I’d notice the woman watching me fidget and squirm, and I despite my urgency I was extremely turned on at my predicament, my cock rock hard and bulging in my slim fitting work trousers. After a couple more minutes of fidgeting around on the hard wooden plastic, I couldn’t take sitting down anymore. I stood up slowly, gritting my teeth as I felt how heavy my bladder felt, resting my hands in front of my crotch to hide the bulge in my trousers. I was frantic by now, my bladder screaming for release, absolutely bursting for a piss. I bit my lip, shamelessly shifting my weight quickly from foot to foot, way past the point of being able to stand still. If anyone so much as glanced at me it’d be very, very obvious that I was desperate for a piss, yet here I was practically dancing around in front of the attractive woman waiting next to me. I walked over to the timetable, bouncing from foot to foot and kicking my ankles up behind me, hoping I’d misread it and the bus might come sooner than I thought. Of course though, I hadn’t, and I still had 10 minutes left to wait. I sighed in frustration and crossed my legs hard, bouncing on the spot and grinding my thighs together. I could sense her watching me, so I glanced in her direction and she quickly looked away, still speaking on the phone. I moved back over to the bench, putting my bag down and crossing my legs, hands in my pockets. I realised that if I reached far enough into my pocket I could squeeze my cock, and despite how obvious I looked, I just couldn’t help myself. I was so desperate at this point that I didn’t care, I just wanted to piss. I bent forwards at the waist, squeezing my cock hard, sucking in air through clenched teeth. Straightening up, I bounced from foot to foot for a few seconds before crossing my legs tightly again. Just then, the woman walked past me, still speaking on the phone. She walked quickly up to the timetable and wrapped one leg over the other, bouncing on the spot slightly. I felt my cock stiffen as I realised she was probably just as desperate as I was, with no choice but to stand there and wait for the bus to arrive. She stood there for a few moments, reading the timetable, before turning around and looking down the road. She moaned under her breath, uncrossing her legs and bouncing on the spot violently, bending forwards as she did so, before quickly straightening up and wrapping her legs tightly around each other again. She glanced at me, her eyes flicking down to my crotch, before meeting my eye again. I blushed, taking my hands out of my pockets and resting them in front of my fly, realising I’d just been caught holding myself. She bit her lip again and looked away, still speaking on the phone. ‘No I’m still waiting for this bus, its taking forever.’ I heard her say, before uncrossing her legs and crossing them again the other way, her thighs pushed tightly together. ‘I know, it’s a joke, and I really need the loo but there’s none at the station’. She glanced at me as she said this, and I felt my cock stiffen even more. From the way she was squirming around, ‘really need the loo’ sounded like an understatement. She looked incredibly desperate for a wee, and I was extremely turned on at the knowledge that we both still had ages left to wait before we were home. I couldn’t catch the rest of her conversation, but from her constant leg crossing and fidgeting, and the slight breathlessness in her voice, it was obvious that she needed to go just as badly as I did, past the point of being able to stay composed. After a few more minutes of squirming, fidgeting, pacing, bending, leg crossing (and the occasional squeezing of my cock through my pockets), I glanced at my watch. 6.30. I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet as I looked up the road, sighing in frustration as I saw no sign of the bus arriving. The woman had finished her phone conversation now and was anxiously pacing up and down, stopping to cross her legs, bending forwards as she glanced down the road. I was so desperate by now that I was considering just running off into the corner of the nearby car park and relieving myself, and now that it was starting to get dark I was less likely to be spotted. If I had been on my own at the bus stop I probably would’ve done, but because the car park is in direct view of the bus stop, the woman would be able to see exactly what I was doing. And besides, despite the throbbing, relentless pressure in my rock hard bladder, part of me was enjoying my predicament – knowing that I had no choice but to hold on, with this gorgeous woman waiting next to me watching my desperation, and the knowledge that she was feeling the exact same pressure between her legs. After another couple of minutes, the bus still hadn’t turned up. I was beginning to get anxious now – what if it was going to be really late because of the roadworks? I bounced on the spot in frustration, wrapping my hand around my cock through my pocket and squeezing tightly, gritting my teeth. God, I had to fucking piss, and I was genuinely worried I was going to leak into my boxers. The woman in front of me was obviously getting frustrated too, stamping her foot before crossing her legs even more tightly, bending forwards for a few seconds before straightening up and bobbing up and down, squeezing her thighs together as tightly as she could. She looked around self consciously, realising how obvious she was being, and I looked away quickly. Part of me was hoping the bus was going to be even more delayed so I could watch this gorgeous woman fidget around for longer, but for my poor, bursting bladder’s sake, I just wanted to be home and in front of a toilet. I bit my lip and tried not to imagine the feeling of opening my belt, tearing open my fly, pulling out my leaking cock and wetting long and hard into the bowl. I moaned softly under my breath as I felt myself leaking piss into my boxers, squeezing my cock tightly through my pocket to stem the flow, bending forwards at the waist. Fuck, I was starting to lose it, and the bus hadn’t even arrived yet. I managed to hold on, but I could feel that my boxers were more than a little bit damp, and I just hoped I could make it home before I pissed myself completely. I straightened up slowly, relieved that the woman was looking the opposite way. After another minute or so, when I was now so desperate that I was considering sprinting to the car park and taking a long hard piss behind a van that was parked there, the bus finally appeared down the road. I walked up and stood behind the woman, who had her hand out to signal that she wanted to get on. She still had her legs wrapped around each other, and now I was closer I could see the rosy hue in her cheeks and the anxious expression on her face. She looked bursting, and I knew that despite the fact there’d be less traffic at this time in the evening, it could still take us around 30 minutes to get to our stop. I gave myself a good, hard squeeze through my pocket just as the bus slowed to a stop, knowing that it’d be difficult to hold myself on the bus without being incredibly obvious. I could feel my boxers damp with piss around my cock, and I told myself that no matter how full my bladder was, I was not going to piss myself in public. I was going to sit there, clamp my muscles shut and endure the pressure until I was finally somewhere I could relieve myself. We got on and paid our fare, and took our seats. The bus was almost empty, with one or two people sat further down at the back. She took a seat near the front and I sat across the aisle from her. I was going to sit further down to get some privacy, but the bus had already started to move off and besides, from where I was sitting I could watch her squirm out of the corner of my eye. I perched on the edge of my seat, ankles crossed underneath me and my hands resting on my bouncing thighs. I glanced across at her and saw that her legs were tightly crossed almost double, and she was leaning forwards in her seat looking intently out of the window. The bus set off, and luckily traffic was light. However, the vibration of the bus and the jolting every time we went over a pothole was making it hard to hang on, and I had no choice but to jam my hands between my squirming thighs and squeeze hard, not caring who saw me. As we stopped at a long queue of cars waiting to get over some traffic lights, I bit my lip and squirmed in my seat, willing the lights to change. The woman next to me was looking anxiously at the line of cars too, chewing her lip. She’d uncrossed her legs now and was sat bolt upright in her seat, fanning her thighs in and out with her hands pressed tightly against them. As I watched her, she moaned softly, tapping her palms against her thighs quietly. We still had around 20 minutes to go before our stop and we were both absolutely bursting for a pee. Finally, we were over the lights and making steady pace. I was squirming and fidgeting like mad, desperately trying to hold on just a few more minutes. As we went over a particular nasty pothole, the bus shuddered and I felt another spurt of piss escape my tortured muscles. I groaned under my breath and wrapped one hand tightly around my cock, leaning back in my seat and biting my lip as I fought to gain control. I managed to stop, but I knew now that I was in real danger of wetting myself where I sat. I squeezed my cock hard again, determined not to embarrass myself in public despite the fact my boxers were now even more soaked. I glanced across at the woman, and caught her watching me, her eyes fixed on my crotch. She sensed me looking her way and she looked away quickly, gazing out of the window, squirming in her seat and tapping her feet on the floor of the bus. As the bus got nearer and nearer to my stop, I began to come up with a plan of action. Although the walk to my house from my stop was only a few minutes, I knew there was absolutely no way I’d make it with dry trousers. There was a quiet alleyway less than a minutes’ walk away from the stop, secluded from the street by trees and hedges. I made up my mind that I’d piss there, hoping that nobody would be around. Less than 5 minutes to go, and by now I was frantic. My hands were pushed between my jiggling thighs, pressing down hard against my throbbing cock and squeezing tightly every few seconds. I was breathing quickly and my heart was pounding, and I was well aware that no matter how hard I held on, I was extremely close to losing control. The woman next to me seemed to be in a similar way. As we slowed down for yet another set of traffic lights, I glanced across and saw her lean forwards in her seat, and quickly place her bag onto her lap. As I watched her, she bit her lip and pressed one hand hard between her legs, squeezing hard. She squirmed in her seat and closed her eyes for a second, blowing air through her lips. ‘God, so fucking hot’ I thought to myself as I squeezed my cock tightly, quickly looking away as she opened her eyes and glanced in my direction. Her cheeks were bright red and she looked incredibly desperate to pee. Both of us were close to losing it with just a few more minutes to go. After what felt like an age, the bus turned into the road that our stop was on. I pressed the button to let the bus driver know, and stood up slowly, my bladder pounding worse than ever as I moved towards the door. Now that relief was only a couple of minutes away, it was getting harder and harder to hang on. I crossed my legs hard, squeezing myself through my pocket as I fought to keep my boxers dry now I was stood up on the bumpy bus. As the bus slowed to pull into the stop, I leaked again, spurting a hard stream of piss into my boxers. I grit my teeth and bounced on the spot, squeezing my thighs together and holding myself hard, not caring about people on the bus seeing how badly I had to piss. All I cared about now was getting to the alleyway and emptying my bladder in a long, hard stream. I glanced behind me and saw the woman was still sat down, perched on the edge of her seat with her hand still pressed between her legs underneath her bag. She glanced at me, her face a picture of urgency, biting her lip. She clearly didn’t trust herself to stand up without wetting herself while the bus stopped. The doors opened and I hurried off, thanking the driver, my voice strained as I fought to hold on for just one more minute. I heard the woman behind me thanking him too, her voice barely more than a whisper. I walked as fast as I dared without wetting myself, openly holding myself now, too desperate to care. Luckily, the street was quiet, but I could hear the woman’s footsteps behind me. She was walking quickly too, taking quick, short steps, clearly trying to press her thighs together as she walked. I wished I could’ve watched her, but at the moment my own desperation was the only thing on my mind. As I neared the alley, I felt myself leaking again, and I had to stop in my tracks. ‘Oh fuckkkk’ I moaned softly, squeezing my cock with both hands bending forwards on the spot, not caring about being seen. After a couple of seconds, I managed to stop the flow, but by now my boxers felt soaking wet with piss. I straightened up and hurried towards the alleyway, still holding myself hard. I glanced down and saw a small wet patch on my work trousers. It wasn’t obvious, but if I didn’t piss soon it was going to get a lot bigger. I began to jog, then, as I got nearer, practically sprinted into the alleyway, tugging my belt open as I did so. Thank fuck, there was nobody there. Before I could rip open my fly, my poor, aching muscles gave up after clamping back the flow for so long, and I started to leak again, unable to hold back the flow. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’ I muttered as I frantically unzipped myself and pulled out my leaking cock, aiming it into the grass and moaning as I finally let loose. I glanced down at my bladder, amazed at how far it was bulging out, and I rubbed a hand over it, feeling how completely full and rock hard it was. Piss erupted from my cock, splashing noisily against the ground in a hard stream. I threw my head back and moaned again, relishing the sensation of finally releasing my urine. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the sensation of emptying my bursting, throbbing bladder, I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I swore under my breath, my heart pounding, but there was just no way I could clamp off the flow, not when it felt this good. I glanced round and saw the woman standing there, bent over with her hands pushed between her tightly crossed legs, eyes fixed on my cock. Fuck, she obviously comes this way on her way home, I should’ve known. ‘I’m sorry, I was bursting, god I’m sorry’ I said quietly, my voice hoarse, still wetting hard, my poor bladder far from empty. I was so embarrassed and ashamed, but I just couldn’t stop the flow. She shook her head quickly, looking away. ‘No its ok, I was gonna do the same I’m gonna explode, I’ll keep watch for you’ she said breathlessly, glancing up and down the alleyway, bouncing on the spot, still holding herself. ‘Ohhh thank you’ I said quickly, extremely aroused at the fact that this woman was standing right behind me while I pissed a long, hard stream just metres away from her, and knowing that she was desperately waiting for me to finish so she could do the same. I pissed and pissed, finally starting to feel relief. ‘Ohh god, hurry up I’m dying’ she said sheepishly, and I heard her dancing from foot to foot. ‘Sorry, I really had to go’ I laughed, still wetting hard. After about a minute, my stream finally started to taper off, and I let the feeling of relief wash over me. I breathed a loud sigh of relief and zipped myself up quickly, aware that the woman was right behind me. ‘Thanks’ I said quietly, blushing hard, buzzing from the feeling of relief. ‘Its ok’ she said breathlessly, thrusting her bag at me as she danced from foot to foot, ‘Sorry but I really really need to go too, please can you hold this and keep watch?’ I took it and she hurriedly thanked me, her cheeks bright red as she darted past, quickly unzipping her work trousers. ‘Don’t look!’ she called over her shoulder as she squatted down and immediately started wetting, a sharp stream hitting the ground with a hiss. She gasped with relief, and despite her protest I couldn’t help but watch her, occasionally glancing up and down the alley to watch for anyone coming past. ‘Oh goddddd’ she muttered as she relieved her aching bladder, a huge puddle forming underneath her. She finally finished, and I quickly looked away as she pulled up her trousers, my heart still pounding. ‘Thanks’ she said quietly as I gave her the bag back, giving me a quick smile. ‘Don’t you dare tell anyone’ she joked, before walking down the alley, leaving me standing there red faced, relieved, and extremely hard. We never spoke of it again, but occasionally exchanged a smile and a knowing look when we saw each other at the bus stop.
  7. Joke commercial from Ola with some nice acted male & female desperation.
  8. BurstingStory

    female Anna's Experiment

    Sitting in her biology class, high school senior Anna was feeling quite bored. She had only a month or so remaining of school, but was completely burned out by this time, and no longer wanted anything to do with school work. It was her last year of school, and she simply wanted to leave to go to college, having already been accepted to a small college by her house. Anything beat sitting in the dull high school classrooms all day. Anna was a bit of a quiet girl, she never really volunteered in class and sat at the back of the room every chance she got. Her appearance alone seemed to back this fact up. She had straight brown hair that stretched down towards her shoulder, to go along with her slim frame. She wore glasses that made her look a bit nerdy, which didn't help her popularity factor at all with other girls. Despite everything, Anna was a fairly smart girl, but found little reason to try in class. She received average grades most of her life, even though her parents were always on her case about putting in a bit more effort. However, in the past semester, Anna was completely zoned out. She had a D in the class, which was very unlike her, despite her high intelligence. With only a month remaining left of class, she had to bring it up, or risk potentially getting rejected from her college for not maintaining her grades. Anna did her best to try and raise her grade, but she couldn't bring herself to pay attention in class, and she did poorly on tests. However, there was one final project for the class, which was a very high percentage of the overall grade. The teacher was explaining the project that would be imperative for their grades. They were all assigned an organ in the body that had an important function. The students would have to do some project on it, but it had to be unique, and that was left up to the students. Soon, after the teacher rattled off everyone in the class, she called Anna's name. Anna picked her head up a bit and listened closely. "Anna your project will be on the human bladder..." The teacher announced as she rattled off the rules of the project. "And to finish...this project is 10 percent of your overall grade for the class...so do keep that in mind." She cautioned as the bell rung for the end of the day. Anna got up and followed the herd out as she got in her car and drove home. Anna returned home and she went up to her room. She set her backpack down and laid down on her bed, wondering what to do for her project. It was nagging her as she had no idea what to do for it. The human bladder? What was she supposed to do with that? She thought for a while, laying on her bed while trying to think of ideas of what to do. As she got up to go to the bathroom, an idea suddenly sprouted in her head. What if she did an experiment that would test how long she could her bladder, and report her findings? It sure sounded weird, but it was certainly creative and Anna was positive that nobody would think of anything similar. She thought over it briefly, and decided on it. She went to the bathroom to secure an empty bladder and started gathering her materials. It would certainly be an interesting night. A few minutes later, Anna returned with her supplies for her experiment. She had several bottles of water, a towel and her laptop. She planned to record how much she drank, how long she had been holding for, and how she felt as she held. She had no idea how long this would last, but she was determined to make it count. As the hour hand reached six, Anna started to drink her first bottle, and her experiment started. (This was just an idea that popped in my head today, and I decided to write a brief starter. If you guys enjoy it enough, I'll continue. Let me know what you think!)
  9. OmoEva

    female Luna & The Voice

    Luna & The Voice - Part 1 Luna had just gotten home from the grocery store. She had bought some new products for her bathroom. A bar of soap for washing herself in the shower or bath and some body spray to make her smell nice. She had also bought some groceries for her new apartment. It wasn't much but it was something. Locking the door behind her after getting all the groceries into her apartment. Luna was especially excited to try the new bar of soap and body spray. It was a brand new product she had never seen before in the store. She couldn't quite read the words on the box for the bar of soap. It seemed to be in another language that she did not know. The box had a picture of a white bar of soap that seemed to be surrounded by a yellow glow. The box for the body spray was the same, she couldn't read the words. But it had a picture of a pink body spray surrounded by a yellow glow as well. Luna put the groceries away and set the bar of soap and body spray on the counter in the bathroom. She went into her bedroom and gathered some clothes to wear after showering. Then she went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Luna got undressed and turned the water on. She waited for it to warm up and took the bar of soap out of the box. Carrying the bar of soap she walked into the shower and closed the glass door behind her. She had a standalone shower. It did not have a tub. Luna stood underneath the water allowing it to wet her hair and body. She has long black hair and purple eyes. She is skinny but not too skinny. Just the right amount. Luna began to lather her upper body with the new bar of soap. She then started to lather the lower half of her body. The crotch, thighs, butt, legs, and finally feet. Luna set the bar of soap down on a soap holder in the shower. The soap had a really nice fragrance. She couldn't quite figure out what scent it was though. Luna rinsed off her body and began to shampoo her hair. That is when she felt something strange in her body. Particularly the lower half and bladder area. Luna felt an urge to pee. Which was strange because she hadn't had anything to drink before going in the shower. She had also used the bathroom before leaving the grocery store. Luna ignored it, figuring she could hold it. She continued with her hair. As she was cleaning her hair. The urge to pee increased to the point where Luna had to bring her thighs together to help hold it. She finished her hair and stayed in the shower. Allowing the water to hit her. Luna liked to stay in the shower a bit longer after she was done. It was the only time she felt she could be relaxed and not anxious. Luna's urge to pee doubled suddenly. It felt like a faucet was being turned on in her bladder. She could feel it filling up rapidly. Luna felt some pee making its way to her urethra, right to the tip of it. She started panicking. Luna had one rule and that rule was to never pee in the shower. She didn't like dirtying up a place where she felt clean. Which is why she had never ever peed in the shower. She could feel her urethra quivering, as she struggled to hold back the pee. Luna tried to open the glass doors to the shower. But they were jammed. Then it happened. A spurt of pee escaped and went onto the floor of the shower. Luna gasped in surprise and tried to move her arms to hold herself between the legs. But it was almost as if she was paralyzed. Her arms would not obey her. Another spurt escaped and another. It felt so good, the pee leaking out of her that she let out a moan. Then a blush crept up to her face. She didn't know what came over her. It was like her body had a mind of its own. She still couldn't move her arms. It was as if some unknown force was controlling her whole body. Luna felt her thighs separated from each other as her legs moved on their own, spreading her legs open wide. All she could hear was the sound of the running water, which made her more desperate. Luna felt more pee making its way to her urethra. She struggled to close her legs, but it was to no avail. A long spurt escaped this time. It was like a water gun when you pull the trigger. Then another escaped. Suddenly Luna's legs went into a squatting position. Which only made the urine leak out more. "You aren't going to win. I will not pee myself in this shower." Luna said out loud. She felt strength returning back to her arms and she tried again to move them. This time she was able to move her arms and hold herself between the legs. Pressing a finger against her urethra. Luna still couldn't move her legs. She was stuck in the squatting position. She felt urine traveling toward her urethra again. Luna clamped her urethra muscles shut. Unexpectedly she heard a voice, it wasn't her own. It said "Wouldn't it be nice to let out just a little bit? Just a teeny tiny bit? To relieve the pressure?" Luna looked around with her head but couldn't see anybody. The voice was so convincing. That she felt herself relax. It felt like tiny fingers were prying open her urethra entrance. "I guess I'll let out a little bit. It couldn't hurt." Luna said in a dazed voice. She felt like she was under a spell. Luna felt her bladder push down a bit and some urine escaped. It pushed down once more and more escaped. Luna felt her bladder push down a third time and felt herself peeing a thin tiny stream. She felt relief and almost didn't want to stop. But then she snapped out of her daze and realized what she was doing. "No...stop!" But it wouldn't stop. The voice returned again "You will pee for me!" It boomed. Luna felt a hand that weighed tons push on her bladder. She couldn't hold it in. The thin tiny stream increased into a large torrent and while it felt good to release. Luna couldn't help it as tears went down her face. As she lost control of her bladder. She just did the one thing she would never do. Pee in the shower. Luna continued to empty her bladder. Eventually, she stopped peeing and felt her body become hers again. She sat on the ground of the shower, hugging her knees close to her body. "Am I going insane? Who was that voice? Why couldn't I control my body?" All these thoughts echoed in her head. (Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed. For the record Luna is in her late 20s. I am also working on a story with Lain that hasn't been finished yet.) (There will be a part two to this story with Luna.) (The picture isn't mine. I just searched on Google for pictures that look like how I imagine she would look.)
  10. "Sure, just a sec." Elizabeth swung by the toilet before she grabbed a pack of soda for herself and her sister. Julie was practically bouncing on her bed when Ellie entered. Julie was a year older at seventeen, but Ellie was clearly the more mature one. For some reason, their mother couldn't quite see it. She always trusted Julie more, had always given her a larger allowance, and generally made sure Ellie knew she was the younger daughter – because Julie was a year older, and also, maybe, because Julie didn't have a waterproof mattress cover on her bed. "I'm so going to beat you," Julie said. It was a Sunday ritual: Mario Kart. Neither girl was a gamer. Gaming was a matter for boys with acne who talked about raids and clans and LANs. But both girls were fiercely competitive, and once either of them had picked up a game of any sort, the other had to be better. Lately, Julie had gotten the better of her, but Ellie wasn't going down without a fight this time. She opened a can of soda and handed Julie another. "Let's agree that the first race is a practice lap, it doesn't count," Ellie suggested. She needed a psychological edge, and perhaps some dirty moves on the practice run could psych her sister out. As she glanced over, she noticed that Julie still hadn't bothered getting out of her pink Pjs, and it was already early afternoon. Her sister was quite the sight, dirty-blond bedhead and crystal blue eyes. She could have any boy she wanted, Ellie thought, but she just doesn't see it. She must still think passing notes through friends is the appropriate way to start a relationship. The practice run didn't go so well. Julie crushed her. Not even blue shells could save Ellie. Both girls finished their cans and grabbed another. Now the real race would begin. The first few tracks didn't go better than the practice run, and moreover, Ellie was already noticing a twinge in her bladder. Her sister was already grabbing her third soda can, however. Ellie was about to chug down her second just to keep up, before she realized the ridiculousness of the situation. She was too old to make drinking soda into a contest just so she could keep up with her sister in something. No, it had to be Mario Kart. Sitting on her own bed, Ellie was acutely aware of the protection underneath her. It wasn't like it saw much use. One time in the last month it had been slightly damp. Now, though, she was squirming, trying to minimize the movements so as not to alert her sister to her predicament. Julie appeared completely comfortable with three cans of coke down already. Ellie was always Mario, and Julie was always Luigi. This gave Ellie an idea. "Let's switch characters," she said. She was convinced psychology and not thumb-twiddling skill was the key to defeating her sister. "But I like Luigi," said Julie, pleading with her doe eyes. "Come on, sis, you've beaten me fifteen times already. At least give me a chance here. Pretty please?" Ellie said, detesting the squee turn of voice she had to adopt. Julie shrugged. "But only if you let me have the last can of coke, ok?" Julie was bouncing up and down, eyeing the precious soft drink. Ellie sighed inwardly. There was no room in her for more soda anyway. She had drawn up her blanket to hide her telltale motions, the occasional scissoring of legs. She was getting desperate. Curse my small bladder, she thought. She could just go to the bathroom, but then Julie might change her mind. Maybe she'd even give up on the game and go talk to some cute guy on Skype. There were many things she disliked about her sister, but loath as she was to admit it, Julie was also her best friend, and their Sunday evening competitions were Ellie's favorite part of the week. The girls had shared a bedroom since they were little, even though there was a spare room in the house available. Julie was always telling their mother how much she enjoyed this arrangement, not mentioning the bed-to-bed teenage whispering that went on past bedtime, and Ellie was convinced she went along with it for Julie's sake, but maybe that wasn't strictly true. Maybe having her own room would be lonely. Ellie was now Luigi, and Julie was Mario. Every few seconds, shivers went down Ellie's spine. Her attention was divided equally between the game and her bladder. Between rounds she was secretly squeezing herself down there, under the blanket. But something miraculous was happening. The first round as Luigi, Julie beat her at the finish line. The second round, Ellie got a head start and kept on going. She was winning! Maybe it was the switching of characters. Julie's play as Mario was sloppy, fidgeting with the controller in her lap. Or maybe having to pee made Ellie play better. She was now nearing emergency status, but for the first time in ages, she was on a winning streak against her sister in anything. She had to keep it going! Just then, their mother called them downstairs for dinner. Curses! Still, she had beaten her sister and she could beat her again. "I guess you win," said Julie, looking a little sad. She truly was a child in a woman's body. She had the curves, the hair, the smile, the butt, the long legs, but she also had the demeanor of a puppy dog. Julie took a childish delight in beating her sister, but when she lost, she was crushed. Dejected, Julie trudged downstairs still in her pajamas. Ellie made a beeline for the bathroom, but her mother was apparently in there. She had no choice but to sit down with a full bladder at the table, where a lasagna dinner was already laid out. * * * Being the single mother of two teenage daughters wasn't easy, but Ann made it work. She was just that kind of person, she made things work. Today she had made the girls' favorite dinner, but neither of them was eating or saying much. Elizabeth was tapping her foot and shoveling food around the plate, while Julie was staring absentmindedly not at but through her plate, as if there were something below only she could see. Perhaps it was boy troubles? Elizabeth was still a little young for that, maybe, but Julie was a beautiful girl and she must at least have some prospects. The mood was pressured. But Ann made things work. She would not have her daughters moping around if she could help it. "How was your day?" She asked. "Fine," said Elizabeth. "Fine," said Julie, not taking her eyes off the plate. Changing tactics, Ann started rattling off stories about the girls' great uncle Harold, farmer, amateur inventor and family eccentric. The time he managed to knock himself out stepping on a garden rake as if he were a character in a cartoon gained little response, but by the time she started to retell the familiar—highly exaggerated, not to mention dinner-inappropriate—story about the unfortunate spray pattern of his new fertilizer spreader, the girls' moods were brightening up. Both girls were smiling before she even got to the climax, and by the time old Harold had become literally shitfaced they were laughing out loud. Then there was a drip. Then a hiss. Then a hiss and a drip together. Then her foot was wet. Could it really be? Ann looked at Elizabeth, whose face was crimson. "Oh, Ellie," she said. She thought this stage was over—she had certainly never imagined it might intrude into daytime—but she must be understanding. She must not shame her daughter. The embarrassment was punishment enough. "Ellie, please stand up," she said. Elizabeth remained seated. "Elizabeth Ann Johnson, please stand up!" Ann was sterner now. Slowly, on shaky legs, Elizabeth got up from her chair and stepped away from the table, hands buried in her crotch. "Please remove your hands." Elizabeth reluctantly removed her hands, exposing her crotch. She was dry. * * * Ellie's mom appeared stunned. Finally, she managed to stutter a word: "Julie?" Moist eyes, red cheeks, Julie rose from the chair. Her pink pajama pants were accentuated by a dark stain in the crotch, and even as she stood there, a small rivulet of pee was snaking its way down her inner right leg and puddling on the floor. Ellie couldn't believe it. Her own desperation was nearing a limit, but she never had accidents in the day. Neither did Julie. In fact, Julie seemed never to have to go at all. On long road trips, at school, at the mall, just lounging around the house—Ellie knew her sister must go regularly, like anyone else, but she never expressed a need and it seemed like she was never in the bathroom if she wasn't also showering or brushing her teeth or doing her hair and makeup. Now there were tears down her face, pee down her legs and their mother was trying to get her to explain what happened. Julie was talking very fast. "We were playing games and I was winning and we had some cokes and I was going to go after dinner and then you told a story and then I laughed and it just and..." "When was the last time you went to the bathroom?" Her mother asked. Julie appeared to consider this for a second. "Last night before bed." "Jesus," her mother said. "Elizabeth, I'm so sorry. Would you please take your sister to the bathroom and help her clean up?" It took all her willpower to walk across the room without holding herself, but Ellie managed to reach her sister still dry, careful not to step in any puddles. Julie turned around to reveal her now see-through pajama pants wetly clinging between her butt cheeks. She was like a child, just taking Ellie's hand and following as if Ellie were her mother bringing her in for a diaper change. They left a trail of pee in their wake. As they crossed the threshold to the bathroom, a bladder cramp hit Ellie, and she had to let go of Julie's hand to hold herself. Then she reminded herself that she was the mature one, she was not the one who had just wet her pants like a little girl, and she would help her sister before she could allow herself to pee. Without locking the door, she began unceremoniously undressing Julie. They had slept in the same room since Ellie was two and used to go skinny dipping every summer. Besides, it didn't seem like nudity could add any further embarrassment to the situation. Ellie removed Julie's shirt, her bra, and her soaked pants. All the while, Julie just stood there like a doll. When she touched Julie's panties to slide them off, Julie tensed for a second, and a few droplets escaped into Ellie's palm. "Sorry for peeing on you," said Julie. Then she started laughing through her tears. "I guess you're the big sis now!" Now fully naked, she stepped into the shower, turned it on, and directed the stream at Ellie, who barely dodged it. "What are you, five? Pottypants!" Ellie said, laughing and sticking her tongue out at her sister. Then she remembered her own predicament, ripped off her pants and panties and sat down on the toilet. It was just in the nick of time, but she made it dry. Feeling the tremendous pleasure of relief, she wondered if this was what sex was like. After she was done peeing, Ellie went into their room to find clean clothes for her sister. Although they shared just about everything, the closet in Julie's corner of the room had always been off limits. There was no secret diary or stash of weed in there. It was simply a hurricane level mess, heaps of clothes everywhere, and Ellie supposed that's what her sister didn't want her to see. When she returned to the bathroom with fresh clothes, Julie was already toweled up, and their mother was sitting on the toilet lid. "We only have one mattress cover," her mom said. "I think it would be a good idea if you girls shared a bed tonight." Changes were ahead. (Author's note: I've written for large audiences before, but nothing of an erotic nature. Putting original writing up on an anonymous fetish board for the first time is still a little scary. Being a guy I have no special insight into female psychology, but since I'm into girls, I must attempt female characterization. Hope you enjoyed this.)
  11. This is a follow up to 'Abby's desperate bus ride', that I posted a few months back. It's a bit long, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. I'd advise familiarising yourself with the first story first, but am sure this will work as a stand alone story if not. ------------------- 6 months had past since the worst day of Abby's life. She'd been really enjoying her new job, and was delighted to be a woman, excelling in a male world. She'd been on a team building excercise, only a few months in, and whilst she'd really enjoyed the day, she was caught short on the bus on the way home. When they were stuck in traffic she was so desperate, that she ended up begging the bus driver to stop, and completely breaking down and wetting hereslf. (See Abby's desperate bus ride). She couldn't believe that she'd gotten away with it. Noone that new her had seen, and, although she got a bit of stick for her frantic dash down the bus, everyone had just assumed she made it to a toilet. I mean, thats just what grown women do isn't it. Whilst she was somewhat relieved that no-one knew her shame, she still felt absolutely humiliated. She had never thought it possible that she could get so desperate that she would lose control. She had always just assumed that no matter how bursting you felt, you could just hang on that bit longer. That hadn't been the case though. She tried and tried and tried, but there was absolutley no way she could stop it coming out, she had simply lost control and peed her pants like a toddler. She'd been outside a busy pub, and people had seen her, laughed at her, sneered at her. It had really affected her confidence, and she was certainly never going to drink a pint of lager again. Tomorrow though, she was attending a business conference in Torquay. That was a 3 hour coach journey away waith a 1 night stop over. There were 5 people going from her company, and she had been selected to be one of them. It was an honour, and her manager had told her that she was very cose to getting a promotion, which would bring with it a very welcome pay rise. She was looking forward to a bit of hob nobbing, but, she couldn't help but be terrified of the coach journey. She was 18 years old, approaching a high profile promotion, and a 2 day break, and she was terrified of wetting her knickers. The thought was ludicrous, and she knew it. She'd be fine, she just needed to plan what she was doing. The day came, and she was to meet at the coach for 9AM. She was up early, and had her usual, very much needed, morning pee. She dolled herself up with make up, and got dressed into her VERY expensive, brand new Armani business suit. It was a tight white shirt, a black jacket, and a tight black pencil skirt. She admired herself in the mirror, and she looked amazing, but she noticed straight away that her usual, comfortable cotton panties left a very noticable VPL. She cursed as she noticed and changed into her best G-String. She wasn't a fan of the thong underwear, but it was aneccesary evil to complete her look. She wasn't naive enough to not realise that the company directors were men, and her amazing looking 19 year old ass would win her many admiring glances. She went to the toilet three times after drinking her morning coffee, just releasing a tiny dribble each time, just to make sure her bladder was as empty as it could be. She noticed as she was doing it thet her skirt was quite restrictive, but it wasn't a disaster. She called a cab, picked up her bag, and waited to be taking to the meeting point, at a local McDonalds store. When she arrived, she was met by Dave, who cheerily told her he'd got her a large coffee to drink before they went. They always made each other coffee at work, so there was no way she could refuse. Her heart sank as he cheerily accepted it and took a sip. I got here early so that it'd be the perfect temperature, he beamed. He was right it was perfect, so she drank it quickly. It was ridiculous how a simple cup of coffee was causing her such a trauma. "Pull yourself together Abs" she chistised herself, "you're an adult, what happened was freak incident, you can handle a cup of coffee." They made small talk outside until the rest of the party arrived, and then she saw the bus approaching. "Won't be a sec" she whispered to Dave, "just nipping to the ladies". She had planned this thoroughly, limit your fluid intake, then make sure you pee just before your leaving. She didn't even wait for a response, she turned on her heels and went inside, heading over to the toilets at the back, she became painfully aware that the ladies room door was propped wide open with a mop bucket. She knew from previous visits that there were only 2 cubicles in a very small ladies room, and her heart started pounding. As she approached the door, a spotty male teen strolled out and started to wring out his mop. "Erm, could I go in please" she asked nervously, but the teen looked up, "Sorry miss" he said, "Some idiot has flooded the place, just give me ten minutes and I'll have it all cleaned up again". "No, no, no" her mind raced, this wasn't the plan. She had planned it so perfectly, but now she had a large coffee inside of her and her last gasp pee was being denied. "But my coach is leaving now" she said, "Sorry" replied the teen, "like I say, its gonna be ten minutes." She looked at the mens room and thought about it, but at that moment an old man approached, and she could see him looking her up and down. "FUCK" she muttered, as she had no choice but to head back out to the coach. As she got outside she noticed that everyone had boarded and the coach was already quite full. She scanned the aisle and saw her colleagues about half way up. "Over here", said Dave "I've saved you a seat". He was obviously interested and trying to impress, and Abby had to admit that she wasn't disappointed, Dave was hot, the very epitome of tall dark and handsome. As she walked over she was greeted by Colin, who was on the seat behind them, literally shouting, "here we are, at last, has the little girl gone pee pee, we don't want any incidents like last time do we?". She was absloutely mortified, her cheeks blushed beet red as she prayed for the earth to swallow her up. "Why, what happened?" asked Dave, "Well" started Colin eagerly, "It was after that team building shit, we'd been in the boozer and then hit a bit of traffic, we were only ten minutes from home, and Abby here made a right show of herself, dancing around, grabbing herself, begging the driver to pull over so she could run into a pub and use the facilities". She felt like crying, she'd never been so embarrassed. The only positive was that they had no idea how badly it had actually ended, they all assumed she'd made it. She did a little giggle as she sat down. "Shut Up Colin" said Dave, "I'm sure she doesn't need reminding about it from some old perv like you does she". "Could have been worse" he said "That Katarina from accounts dashed out and dropped her knickers on the motorway, pissing like a bloody racehorse she was, never seen anything like it mate, I swear to god" "Don't worry about him" said Dave as she sat down, "dirty old bastard probably got off on it, look at him, he's definitely getting none at home. You must've been bursting to have asked the driver to pull over?" "OH FUCK" she thought, her mind racing, this was the last thing she needed, she thought there was a chance of her and Dave getting together, now they were sat on a coach, in a terrifying condition, and he was asking questions about the time she wet her knickers!" "Oh, I was" she replied sheepishly, "everyone was, all the lads went on the motorway, and poor Katerina couldn't wait. It was a bladder buster for sure" she tried to make light of it. "Thank God for pubs eh!" he said jovially, "Imagine if you'd have had to queue!" "hehe, yeah" she giggled, "that would have been really bad!" The topic was changed shortly afterwards, and they all started talking shop. Abby scanned around the coach, and noticed it was a much more even split. There were employees from allover the company on board, and it was probably a 70/30 split of men to women. She looked at her watch. It was 9:20, they were due to arrive at 12, she'd be fine, she told herself. Around 90 minutes later, and Abby was panicking. She'd become acutely aware of a need to pee around half an hour ago, and her need had been steadily rising since, and she was now at a level she would describe as bursting. She wasn't desperate, not yet, and she was nowhere near the level she was at when she lost control, but she was definitely needing to go, you know, the sort of level where you drop what you're doing and make finding a toilet your priority. Only, it couldn't be her priority. She was on a bus, and there was nowhere for her to go. A look at her watch told her there was just over an hour to go, and the thought of that made her want to burst into tears. Not only was her need becoming more pressing, but what she had also realised was that, in her current attire, there was no way of helping herself. She couldn't sit on her heel without flashing her intimate parts, and her skirt was so tight she couldn't press between her legs, hell, she couldn't even cross her legs. She was bursting for a wee, with over an hour to wait, and all she could do was press her thighs together and pray. For ten minutes she sat there, panicking, her heart pounding, and her mind replaying over and over the humilition of weeing in her knickers, the humiliation of begging the bus driver to stop, and even the humiliation of Colin taunting her, and Dave questioning her. Her predicament seemed to be making her need worse, as she wanted to go more and more, involuntarilly starting to jig her leg up and down. Dave noticed this immediately. "Are you OK?" he questioned. "Erm, yeah" she stammered, stopping dead still instantly, "its just, erm, well, erm, I'm a bit cold", "ahh, don't worry Abs, we're stopping at the services in a second, I'll get you another coffee to warm you up!" She almost gasped out in joy at what she'd heard, "Are we stopping?" she gasped, desperate to make sure she'd not misheard, "yes, a couple of the girls upfront asked for a toilet stop, so we're nipping into the services", sure enough, as he said it, she saw the coach pulling off the motorway. The thought of relief seemed to increase her need yet further, as her heart skipped a beat. Her bladder pulsed, but she hardly cared, she was going to make it to a toilet! As soon as the coach stopped, everyone stood up and started to dash forwards, the driver said something bout ten minutes, but no-one was listening. Abby tried to appear calm, but there was only one thing on her mind, getting to the Ladies room, and quickly. She was walking as fast as she could, trying desperately to keep her thighs pressed together. "toilets, toilets, oh where are they" she muttered as she dashed through the main doors. Dave shocked her by putting his hand on her shoulder, "are you coming for a drink?" he enquired. Abby could've slapped him, she needed to be pouring liquid out of her body, not putting more in! "I'll catch you up" she said, through gritted teeth, as she caught sight of 3 of the girls from the coach dashing towards the huge "TOILETS" sign. "Come on" she muttered as she dashed towards it, rounding the corners, and pushing open the door labelled "LADIES", her need intensifying yet more at the thought of glorious relief. "Yes, yes, yes" she said out loud, as she almost fell into the ladies room, to be faced with 4 bolted doors, and 7 women waiting outside them. "OH" she gasped, a bit too loudly, as she joined the queue, and started to jig up and down. The 7 ladies waiting were all from the coach, and the woman at the front was making a hell of a fuss! "PLEASE HURRY" she shouted at the bolted doors "PLEASE" as she shouted she hoiked up her skirt to her waist, pressing hard between her legs, "OH GOD HURRY" she begged again, "Don't make me wet myself!" "Calm down Laura" said the next girl in line. "I can't wait, I can't" she said, as a toilet flushed, "Oh fuck YES" she shouted, "PLEASE let me wee" as the bolt slid across the girl was already pulling down her knickers, pushing the woman coming out and dashing past her, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she gasped, as the sound of an almighty torrent of pee filled the room. "She wasn't joking was she?" said the girl infront of Abby in the queue, "Oh god that sound is doing nothing for me though, I'm bloody bursting here, these coach trips are a nightmare for us girls aren't they?" Abby just giggled and nodded as her bladder pleaded with her to empty it. When, at last, it was her turn Abby could barely walk, she was shuffling forwards, pressing her thighs together for all she was worth, as soon as she was in the privacy of a cubicle she went into a full blown pee dance as she fought to hold on foor the last couple of seconds. Her skirt was so tight accross her bladder, as she fought to hoik it up. "Come on, come on she said, as she bunched it higher and higher, just enough til she could grab the waistband of her panties, "Oh yes she gasped, yanking them down to her knees. as soon as they were clear, a blast of pee shot from her before she was even sitting, and as she collapsed onto the toilet she relaxed, and blasted her urine into the toilet below. The relief she felt was so overwhelming, she almost burst into tears. "Ahhhhhhh" she sighed, as her gushing stream quickly faded into a trickle. It felt so, so good, as her most intimate parts throbbed and tingled, and her agonised bladder finally felt empty. "Oh god I needed that" she thought, but was quickly snapped back to reality when she heard another girl outside her door crying out for her to hurry. She gave herself a long, luxurious wipe, shuddering with pleasure at the feeling she got as her hand brushed over her, now, sensitive parts. She noticed, as she pulled up her expensive panties, there was a slight dampness between the legs, but she smoothed down her Armani skirt, and unbolted the door. She was pushed aside by a desperate young girl, who already had her skirt hoiked up around her waist, but Abby washed her hands and made her way back out. Dave was waiting for her outside the ladies room, with another large coffee. He handed it to her, saying "you've been ages, was everything alright?". "Oh yes" she replied, "there was just a bloody queue, there always is in the ladies, you men don't know how lucky you are!". She played it cool, giving away no hint of the intense panic that had filled the ladies room just moments earlier! They strolled off back to the coach and took their places. Abby reflected again on how bursting she'd been, after she'd been so careful too. What was it on these coach trips that always made her need a wee? The rest of the journey passed without any issue, it was only 45 minutes, but Abby was painfully aware of what a state she would have been in without that pitstop. She was feeling the effects of the coffee already, but she was fine, they'd made it to the conference centre! As they all departed from the coach, they were greeted by Tony. Tony was the regional manager, and the man they were all out to impress. He spoke to some of the guys first, and then turned to address Abby. "Hi there dear, I hear you are speaking too? I'm really looking forward to finalising your notes with you, I have to say, a beautiful young lady on that stage will make a very refreshing change, you could be our secret weapon, come on lets go". Abby was both flattered and appalled. She hated male chauvenism, and just wanted to be treated equally, but then, she was there to impress. She was the 4th of their companies 5 speakers, and the speeches were due to begin in about 90 minutes time. She was feeling nervous, but eager to please. She thought they were having lunch first, but Tony led them all off into a small office. The other women were involved in much more menial stuff, and Abby was sat with some of the biggest names in the company. She was somewhat overawed to be honest, but glad that she still had Dave by her side. "OK folks" started Tony, "the bad news is, we aren't having lunch, but, I have some sandwiches and drinks coming through. We really need to make the most of today, we could secure some life changing business, so we need to get it right." As he spoke, the doors opened, and an astonishing platter was layed out infront of them. Abby wasn't really hungry, her stomach was doing summersaults, but she gratefully poured herself a cup of coffee. The next 45 minutes passed so quickly. She was in a different world. She was delighted to be there, but terrified of making a howler and messing up the whole day. She was a 19 year old girl on her first conference. Of course the directors knew this and she was briefed fully. She sipped through 3 cups of coffee without even thinking about it, when, 30 minutes before the speeches began, they were told to have a break. Abby was grateful of this, as she could, once again, feel her bladder starting to demand her attention. A quick trip to the ladies room would be very welcome indeed. She stood up, but Tony said, "Abby, would you mind waiting behind, I could do with a quick 5 minutes with you". Her heart sank, but she agreed and retook her seat whilst everyone else left the room. Tony started talking to her about who was who, and how to impress them. He complemented her on her suit, saying it was just the look that screamed professional business woman, the minutes ticked by as her bladder slowly filled, until there was only 5 more minutes left until the speeches were due to begin. Her bladder now was starting to become distracting, and the thought of having to hold it throughout was not a good one, so she knew she would have to excuse herself. "I'm sorry sir, but could I just quickly freshen up before we begin?" "Oh, yes, of course" he replied, "do hurry though, as we don't have much time" "I will" she replied, standing up, "I won't be a minute" She turned and headed for the door, but it flung open and she was greeted by a flustered looking man. "Tony, are you planning on joining us?" he almost shouted, "speeches are starting in 5 minutes, get through here now" "Sorry love" he added, looking Abby up and down, "You must be Abigail, I'm Martin, the company director". She did a little curtsey, partly out of respect, and partly to stop herself jigging about, now she was standing, her bladder was demanding her full attention. "Abby's just nipping to freshen up" said Tony, but he was shot down immediately, "No time for that, don't worry dear, you look amazing, come on now", Tony stood, and they were led away before Abby could protest. They moved swiftly down the corridor, passing the ladies room as they went. She thought about just ducking in, but it was more than her job was worth, so she continued into the conference room. As she entered she saw her friends, giving a nervous smile and wave, but Martin kept on leading her to thefront of the conference hall. It was absolutely packed, there must have been about 400 people in there, and the thought of speaking infront of these people sent a shiver through her. She was led to the very front of the room and up onto the stage by Martin, who sat right next to her. "OK" he said, "I hope you've got a great speech prepared, this is such a big day for the company, and I've heard nothing but great things about you. If you nail this you are in line for a very healthy bonus." Without further ado, introductions began, and the first speaker was introduced. Abby's mind was racing, she looked out over the sea of people as the first guy started to talk, in a really dull, and monotone voice. She was barely paying attention though as she looked at the very back of the room, lit up like a beacon to taunt her was a sign for the LADIES. Her bladder was making itself known, and felt even worse now the nerves had started to kick in. A quick glance at the running order told her that hers was the 5th, and final speech, not the 4th as she'd been told earlier. The first speaker droned on for just over 25 minutes, during which Abby's need rose alarming quickly, she kept having furtive glances accross towards the ladies room door wondering if she could make a quick dash for it between speeches. When the first guy finally finished everyone stood to applaud, Abby followed suit, but to her horror the second speaker was introduced immediately. Martin leaned over to her and said, "Well I hope yours is better than that yawn-fest, that was bloody awful", "haha, I'm glad you said that" giggled Abby, "I hope they don't all last that long". She was desperate to hear that the speeches would be over quickly, because without an interval there was no way she wouldn't have very wet knickers after 2 and a half hours. "They seem so much longer when they're so boring don't they" he repeated, giving nothing away. The second speech was slightly shorter, but no a lot, it was another 20 minutes, and by the end of it Abby was starting to get seriously bursting. She was pleased with the chance to stand up to applaud, and as she frantically looked towards the ladies room, she saw 2 girls near the back make a quick dash for them. How she longed to do the same, she looked over to Martin, who was applauding furiously. He was terrifying, but it was starting to get urgent, "Erm, could I please just..." started Abby, hardly beleiving what she was abut to do, but she had to ask to be excused for a second. "It's OK Abigail" said Martin, talking right over the top of her, "I know what your thinking, more coffee, I'm on it", he shouted over a waitress and ordered large lattes for everyone up on the stage. Abby could have screamed, more coffee was absolutely the last thing she needed, she started to protest, but the third speech was being introduced, she had no choice but to just squeeze her thighs together and sit back down. The coffees arrived 5 minutes later and Abby was starting to bounce her legs around, her need was getting so very urgent. As she sipped slowly at her coffee she convinced herself that there had to be an interval after this speech, and if there wasn't she would have to admit her need and make a frantic dash for it. As the speech droned on Abby was getting more and more desperate. She was trying to keep her thighs pressed together tightly, as her feet beat on the floor like a drum. 25 minutes he went on for and by the end she was nearly beside herself, as she stood up to applaud, she felt like she was going to lose control. She bent double, and was about to beg Martin for a wee when to her absolute delight, the speaker announced a short, ten minute interval. "Oh thank god" she gasped out loud, as she made her way to the edge of the stage. The sound of chairs scraping across the floor filled the room, as Martin stopped her, "Should we go through your speech again" he asked, but there was no way she could be denied, she absolutely had to have a wee, it was becoming extremely urgent. "NO" she stammered a bit too loudly, barely stopping her frantic dash, "I need to, I mean, I'm just nipping to the ladies room quickly", He tried to protest, but she was like a woman possessed. storming past him towards the sign she'd been staring at for the past hour. Her bladder was screaming at her, just like it had been in the services earlier, she absolutely had to wee, she needed it. "Just hold on girl" she thought, as she gritted her teeth. To her horror though, as she got to the ladies she was greeted with a queue snaking out of the door. "No no no no no, not now" she muttered as she joined the end of it. There must've been 15 people waiting outside the door, with good knows what sort of drama going on inside. This could not be happening she thought, as she stood in line, trying to hide her frantic desperation. 10 minutes later, the queue had started to die down, and she was just at the enterence to the door. There was no hiding it anymore, she was desperate, absolutely bursting for a wee, she was grinding her thighs together and bobbing up and down, as she peered past the woman infront of her she could see that there were just 3 cubicles, and still about 5 desperate ladies before her. Her mind raced, and her heart pounded, as a toilet flushed and the woman at the front dashed in. At that moment she heard an announcement that caused her to yelp out. "OK, thats the end of the interval, please make your way back to your seats". She couldn't be late, she was on the stage, next to the main company director, but she had to wee, she absolutely had to, there was no way she could hold it for another hour, and certainly no way she could give a speech like this. It was now or never, she pushed past the woman in front of her and ran to the front of the line. She was greeted by an 18 year old PA, who was pressing a hand into her crotch. Abby's mind raced, as she started to beg, "Please, please, please can I cut the line" she pleaded, as the young girl looked horrified. There was a protest from a girl three girls back, but Abby continued, "Look, its an absolute emergency, I'm absolutely bursting for a wee, and they're calling for us back". "We all are" said the girl second in line, "Fuck off and wait your turn like everyone else". "I know" stammered Abby, "But, but I'm on the stage, and have a presentation to do, I have to go back now, but I absolutely must wee first, if I don't I'll wet myself for sure". Her pee dance was getting more and more frantic as she spoke, but the girl at the front almost broke down. "I neeeeeeedddd to weeeeeee" she wailed, "I'm sorry but I'm bursting, Its starting to come out". At that moment Sue came charging into the ladies room, her terrifying line manager. "Abigail, what on earth are you doing in here, everyone is back on that stage apart from you, Martin looks fucking seething, you're showing us all up". At that moment, a toilet flushed, and the heavenly sound of a lock sliding open filled the room. "Please" begged Abby, looking longingly at the next girl in line, but she just pushed past her, lifting her skirt as she went, revealing an already substantial wetspot on her baby pink knickers. Seconds later the sound of a huge, hissing deluge filled the room, as the PA gasped out in relief. "NOW" commanded Sue, staring at Abby. Her bladder screamed, as the thought of not being able to pee tormented her, then out of nowhere, SSSSSS, she lost control, just for a second, but it was enough, she hoiked up her skirt and thrust both of her hands between her legs. "SUE" she begged, praying almost for divine intervention. "I absolutely must pee, and they wont let me cut the line". "There's no time" said Sue, "I need you out here now, you'll have to hold it." "I can't" she gasped, "I really can't, its coming out now" She was frantic at that point, and saw a cocktail glass on the side. Her mind raced, she had to find some relief, she grabbed it, pulled aside her panties, and thrust it between her legs. Immediately a blast of pee shot from her tightly clenched lips, and as she allowed herself to relax her stream blasted out at incredible force. The girl at the front of the line started to protest, "You dirty bitch, stop it, oh god, oh please stop it" she was in a furious pee dance, and watching Abby find relief was clearly not helping her. Sue stormed over, just as the glass filled, and it was so hard to stop peeing, as her bladder just wanted to empty itself. "UUUMMMPH" she grunted as she got herself under control. She placed the glass on the side, it was full to the brim of frothing, almost clear business woman piss. "I'm so sorry" she said to Sue, "I absolutely had to do that". Her stomach still ached, and her bladder demanded its full relief, the pain of having to hold on again once the floodgates had opened was agony. The glass was only small, probably about 150ml, and she felt like she had an ocean trying to thrash out from between her legs. "I'll deal with the disgusting show I've just witnessed later on, but get back on that stage this instant" replied Sue, with a face like thunder. She ushered her towards the door of the Ladies, with a bladder still uncomfortably full. She was panicking as she headed back to the stage. How much longer would it be til she could finish her wee. She tried to convince herself that now she'd taken the edge off it, she'd be fine, but she felt anything but fine. She pressed her thighs together as she staggered back up to the stage, where she was greeted by Martin, who looked bright red. "ABIGAIL" he boomed, "Where the hell have you been, do you realise how important these speeches are, I knew it was a risk putting a little girl in charge of the most important one, people kept telling me you were driven, that you had something special, but you don't seem to be taking this seriously at all!" Her bottom lip started to quiver. She couldn't cry, not here, but her bladder screamed at her and she was being literally shouted at by the most important man in the company. "I'm sorry sir" she started, "but, erm, well there was a line" she barely even knew what she was going to say. She certainly couldn't tell him the whole story of what had happened in the ladies room, or admit to the fact that she was still easily as bursting as she'd been when the coach stopped earlier and frantically panicking about the possibility of wetting her knickers. "I don't care" said Martin, "I just hope your speech is good, you better not let me down" As he said it the master of ceremonies started to talk, and introduced Abby up the the front. She'd put so much work into her speech that she had to focus. The first ten minutes went well, but her bladder seemed to be filling more. She knew it was the coffee, and she involuntarilly started to bob up and down, rubbing her thighs together. Her need was coming in waves, each one seemingly a litte more urgent than the one before. She started to sweat as she ploughed on through, desperately trying to appear calm and relaxed, but she could hear people whispering. By some miracle she made it to the end of her speech, and actually pressed her hand into her crotch, almost as a celebration. Her mind raced. She'd actually done it, that was it, it was time to pee! Then Martin stood up and took the mic. Abby looked longingly accross to the Ladies room, she knew hers was the last speech, should she just run for it now. Her bladder sensed this thought and demanded it. "Umph" she grunted, as she bobbed up and down. Martin announced over the microphone that they were opening the floor to any questions, to any of speakers, and immediately a sea of hands shot up. Looking at more denial, she felt her legs starting to shake, she didn't know what to do. She'd been so focussed on making it to the end of her speech, that she'd almost convinced herself that would be the end of her trauma. Martin pointed to the first question asker, but Abby was barely listening. "Yes, erm, question for young Abigail, what is it like being a young girl succeding in such a male dominated industry." "Abby" said Martin, handing her the mic. She hadn't prepared for this, she couldn't think straight, her bladder burned, it needed release, sweat poured from her brow, as she started a subtle, but obvious pee dance. "Erm" she stammered "Its erm, yes, its good, all of my male colleagues have been very helpful" She was almost floored by an incredible urge. She looked accross to the Ladies room. Her mind screamed at her to make a run for it, her bladder demanded she run for it. The question asker pushed for more, "At such a young age too, you've done incredibly well, do you see yourself progressing right to the top of the company" "PEE, PEE, PEEEEEEE" her mind screamed, "THE LADIES IS JUST THERE" Out of nowhere, another urge, almost as big as it had been the day she'd wet herself outside weatherspoons. A blast of pee escaped her tightly clenched lips, and soaked into her expensive panties. She tried to press her hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight, she couldn't get any pressure where she needed it so badly. Another spurt escaped, this time causing a rivulet that she could feel dripping down her thigh. Everyone was staring at her, but she had to pee, right this second! It was, undoubtaby the worst moment of her life. She could hear people sneering and laughing at her, but she was out of control, on stage, and actively starting to wet herself. "I'm err, I'm sorry" she stammered into the mic, "I erm, that is, I'm sorry, I just need a quick break". She dropped the microphone onto the floor and just ran towards the Ladies. She could hear Martin saying something, and others told her to wait, but there was literally only one thing that mattered. More pee escaped from her, as she staggered accross the room. "I'm sorry" she cried, as she went, "I'm so sorry, I have to, I can't wait." Sue stood and tried to block her path again, but she was like a woman possessed. Any delay now, would be absolutely disasterous, she was literally out of control. "Abigail, get back on that stage this instant" commanded Sue, but she didn't even break stride. "I need a weee" she gasped as she pushed open the Ladies room door and saw an open cubicle infront of her. It was literally too much, the sight of a toilet was what she'd been dreaming of for so long, that she started to release as she frantically hoiked up her tight skirt. She could feel pee cascading from between her legs, as she pulled aside the gusset of her panties and collapsed onto the toilet, without even bolting the cubicle door. The relief she felt was like nothing she had ever encountered before, as she literally exploded a deluge of pent up pee into the bowl below. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she gasped "oh my god, I've needed this for so long, oh a pee, oh I thought I'd never get to do it" she was crying as her stream dwindled down to a trickle, sobbing and peeing for all she was worth. She was lightheaded and the whole bottom half of her body tingled and relaxed. She seemed to pee on for ages, before finally she felt empty. Only at that stage did she assess the damage. She stood up and immediately felt how wet her panties were, she she removed them. She was also mortified to feel the inside of both thighs, and then noticed the streaks running down the back of her ridiculously expensive designer skirt. The mess she'd made on the floor of the, clearly, well maintained Ladies room was clear for all to see too. At that stage, Sue came charging in. Abby expected the telling off of her life, but seeing the state that she was in, she saw a different side to Sue. Her make up had run down her face where she had been crying, and her glistening legs, streaked skirt, and sopping wet panties in hand clearly showed there'd been quite a serious accident. "Oh my God Abby" said Sue, "What on earth happened, how can you just pee yourself" Abby, still crying started "I don't know, I had to go so bad, I told you I had to go. I couldn't wait, I tried, I really tried, I got through my speech, and then there was questions, it hurt, and I tried to stop it but my skirt was tight and I needed it, and I wet myself!" she cried more as Sue hugged her. "Do you have a weak bladder or something?" questioned Sue "We've all had to go at these events, but you don't just wet yourself." "I don't know Sue, but I premise I couldn't help it". "Get yourself cleaned up and I'll tell them you're ill she said, as 2 giggling girls came into the Ladies. Abby locked herself back inside her cubicle and dried her legs. She'd made a huge show of herself, but as much as she tried to think about all she could think about was the coach trip back tomorrow!! But that's another story.....
  12. As usual, it's been a while since I posted/finished a story - warning; with it's 16 pages it's quite lengthy - but that's how I like them. I started writing this story after the story writing competition, and although this wasn't written as an entry, my story follows the the scenario of the competition. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding, wetting and humiliation. - - JESSICA'S INTERVIEW - - Jessica once again adjusted her tight grey business skirt, and looked up to the tall classic office tower which was now right in front of her. There she was, standing still in the middle of a constant stream of people walking in and out of the building, most of them yelling through their expensive smartphones, not caring about the nervous 22-year old they were passing by, so busy with their work that they failed to notice the restless look in her eyes, her hands trembling uncontrollably, adrenaline rushing through her veins. Her interview would start in fifteen minutes - her first since she graduated cum laude from college - and no matter how prepared she was or how suited she was for the open position, Jessica was extremely nervous. Supported by her outstanding school grades, she had decided to take the ambitious career route, unlike many of her friends. Yes, the economy was tough, especially for graduates, but Jessica didn’t want just a job - she wanted THE job - the salary wasn’t all that important to her, but the medium-maintenance position and career opportunities were. Glancing at her watch, she decided to enter the building, wanting to make a confident first impression by arriving a few minutes early, making sure that whoever was interviewing her would not have to wait for her. “Okay, here we go”, she thought to herself as she walked through the revolving door together with a dozen of people she didn’t know, trying to calm down her nerves. As the cool breeze of air conditioning brushed her bare arms, she felt her bladder twitch, and Jessica asked herself how that was even possible - she had used the bathroom at her apartment before leaving, just thirty minutes ago? Trying not to indulge her nervous symptoms, she pushed the thought away in the back of her mind and obliged herself to concentrate on the job description that she had read literally a thousand of times. The department she was interviewing with wasn’t located in the main tower, but the direction signs inside the building were pretty clear, and after walking through the long glass passage which connected the two buildings, she arrived at the department lobby. The contrast with the main hall couldn’t be any bigger; while the latter was filled with people walking in all possible directions, sounds of elevators opening and closing, energetic like a wasps nest, the department lobby was ruled by complete silence. Jessica barely noticed the receptionists desk, which was situated in the back of the giant modern area. Putting on her best smile, she paced forward, taking a gander at her watch again - she was ten minutes early. Usually she would wait just a little while longer to present herself, but there was no place to hide in the almost empty hall, and she didn’t want to make an impression as a fearful personality, even when it was just to the receptionist. Behind the desk there was a young woman, about Jessica’s age, talking on the phone, politely smiling back to Jessica, implying that she had noticed the visitor, and that she would take care of her after she finished her telephone conversation. Jessica waited by the desk and checked out the receptionist; she was wearing a formal two-piece suit with a grey skirt, almost like Jessica’s but a little shorter in size. Jessica smiled to herself; she had selected her outfit well for interviewing - at least her clothing style wasn’t something that she needed to be worried about. In fact, she thought that the receptionist showed a little too much cleavage for business, the top of her perfectly shaped youthful 36C breasts exposed for whoever might be looking. It wasn’t that Jessica was jealous about her model figure - she didn’t have to, having quite the body herself - she just thought that it was more appropriate for someone working at a respectable firm to show a little less skin. Despite the shorter skirt and open blouse, it looked like she did her job very professionally though, politely ending her call. “Sorry for the wait,” the receptionist smiled, “how can I help you?” “Hi, I’m here for the interview... I’m Jessica.” The reply was short, as Jessica tried to remain calm; now that she was getting closer to the interview, her nervousness started kicking up again. The receptionist shortly glanced at her computer screen, and then stood up. “Ah, welcome Jessica; we’ve been expecting you. It seems like you’re a little early, your interviewer is still on his way - please follow me.” “Did you have any trouble finding our department?”, the girl asked, casually continuing the conversation, as Jessica went along in her direction. “No, not at all,” Jessica replied, the small talk calming down her nerves a bit; the receptionist seemed like a really nice person. “Oh, that’s great - we’re a bit separated from the rest of the firm for the moment, we just moved here... Jessica was it, right?”, the secretary went on, leading Jessica into a large conference room. “So, please make yourself comfortable, I will let you know when your interviewer arrives. Do you want something to drink? Water, coffee, soda?” “Water is fine, thanks,” Jessica kindly accepted; she felt pretty thirsty. The receptionist left and Jessica positioned herself in the nearest seat at the corner of the conference table, took her resumé out of her briefcase and put it on the table top, perfectly aligned with the table border. While she waited for the receptionist to come back with her drink, she felt her bladder complaining again, telling her brain that she could definitely use the lavatories, but again she neglected the feeling, deciding that she was just nervous. With her last bathroom visit just forty minutes ago, it was simply not possible that she had to pee again, and she could easily contain herself until after the interview; that was her point of view. The interview was just a preliminary conversation, so it wouldn’t take a whole afternoon - thirty minutes, tops. It was her first since college, but Jessica had prepared the interview carefully, having practiced her skills with her best friend Kay - she knew what questions she should expect, how to present herself, etcetera. But still; sitting here, waiting for the real deal, was something else. - - - - - - - Thirty minutes later, Jessica was still alone in the conference room - her appointment was late, and she was getting more nervous by the minute, constantly wondering why he wasn’t showing up. Feeling tense, she was strolling along the room’s large window, the 20 ounce bottle that the receptionist had brought in earlier completely empty, all that water traveling down her body, increasing her inconvenient need to pee by the minute. Jessica tried hard not to think about it, now realizing that it wasn’t all nerves causing the signals in her lower body; a noticeable amount of urine was unmistakably filling her bladder up. Keeping her knees pressed together solved the problem for now though, and she was still confident that she could easily manage herself. Jessica chose to sit down again, since standing up clearly wasn’t helping her nervousness, and looked over her resumé another time, wondering whether it was standing out enough between the other many resumés the company probably got for the open position she wanted. Well... she had been invited for the interview, presumably unlike some of the other applicants, right? Her resumé wouldn’t help her anymore, not in here; she would have to charm and try to win the interviewer in the upcoming conversation. But how would she have to do that? Jessica started to doubt about herself again, no matter how many times her friends, parents and teachers had told her how utterly brilliant she was. What if she just got invited as a joke, chosen by the younger looks of her profile picture, thinking that they could mess with her a little, as often was the case at the workplace? What if the reviewer would laugh at her, for applying with a resumé which clearly lacked experience? Jessica’s heart pulsed faster and faster, trying to tell herself that she should calm down. Impulsively, she stood up from her seat and walked towards the entrance door of the conference room; deciding to look for a bathroom after all. The small constant twinges of her bladder were driving her crazy, and it didn’t seem like her interviewer would be here very soon. She cursed herself for not allowing herself a quick visit to the washroom earlier; she had gotten plenty of time to do so in the last thirty minutes. Carefully, making sure that her interviewer wasn’t arriving, she walked through the door leading to the lobby. The receptionist was on the phone again, but Jessica was actually happy that she was, because she was not really sure whether she would dare to share her predicament with an unknown stranger - now she could go on the quest for a bathroom herself. Only a few doors away, she noticed a fancy bathroom sign, and she increased her pace, thankful that she could relieve herself even though she wasn’t near her bursting point yet. However, her joy was quickly taken away from her, as she observed a great number of plumber’s tools spread around the room, the owner of the tool working inside the only cubicle itself. As she walked towards the plumber, Jessica’s bladder complained even harder now that she had reached the lavatories, but it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to use them after all. “Umm... I’m sorry,” she asked, a little embarrassed, “I guess I can’t use this bathroom now?” “Sorry miss,” the plumber - a guy in his 40’s - replied, “there was a water leak that I’m fixing now, so my guess is that you can’t”, he smiled, secretly enjoying that he was in the position to postpone the 22-year old girl’s sanitary break. “Unless you want to try the men’s urinal over there”, he pointed at the corner of the room, laughing out loud, gazing up Jessica’s athletic legs. From where he was lying, he had a great view of her smooth lower thighs, and he secretly fantasized about the shy girl, desperately pulling up her skirt and letting her hot urine gush into the urinal as she couldn’t hold it back any longer, exposing her smoking firm buttocks to him, moaning as she enjoyed her long anticipated relief. In his profession, he had dealt with dozens of full-bladdered ladies, but not one of them so innocently sexy as the fox that was now standing in front of him; a bulge appeared in his work trousers - he hoped she wouldn’t notice. “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied as casually as she could, and she returned to the conference room again, her bladder compelling inside of her, struggling with her decision to leave the only place where she could release it’s contents. - - - - - - - Just a few minutes later, the receptionist walked into the conference room again, bringing Jessica another water bottle, smiling at her. “Hi, I just got of the phone with mister Rodicelli, his last meeting took a bit longer than expected - he is on his way over here - in about five minutes he will join you. We’re terribly sorry for the wait, I hope that’s alright?” “Um... I’m sorry... mister Rodicelli?”, Jessica asked, perplexed. John Rodicelli was one of the co-founders of the company and senior member of the directors board; his name was all over the website that she had so precisely examined. “There must be some kind of mistake here - see, I’m applying for the function of...” “It’s no mistake,” the receptionist interrupted her, “the director wants to make sure that there are only raw talents in the new department that he is starting up. Don’t panic,” she added, seeing the terrified look in Jessica’s eyes, “he’s a really nice guy, I’m sure you’ll do great, I’ve read your resumé; it looks impeccable.” “T... Thanks”, Jessica accepted the compliment, her nerves almost exploding with both fear and excitement. She could not believe her ears; her first interview and she was going to meet with John Rodicelli. John. Rodicelli! “Is there anything else I can help you with?”, the receptionist asked politely before leaving. Jessica almost didn’t hear it, feeling like she was living on another planet, but a stinging sensation in her body brought her back to earth. “Oh yeah... um... is there another bathroom than the one in the lobby?” Jessica’s cheeks turned red, but she - had - to ask, her need getting pretty serious now. “I’m afraid not”, she answered, “this part of the building is still under construction - the closest one is in the main hall, if you must go - main hall, next to the elevators.” “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied firmly, not sharing her weakness with the receptionist. “Sucks, right?”, was the girl’s sympathetic response, “I really have to use the bathroom myself for the last couple of hours, but I can’t leave the desk unattended... thankfully my shift ends in twenty minutes.” Jessica, surprised by the poor girl’s confession, suddenly noticed the receptionist’s bladder bulging against the waistband of her skirt, her foot nervously tapping on the floor - turns out she wasn't lying - in contrary; her bladder was in worse shape than Jessica's! The 22 year old Jessica almost confessed that she was pretty desperate herself, but didn't want to look weak and unprofessional, so she kept her mouth shut. Besides, it was not like the receptionist could solve her little problem; now that she knew how far the nearest bathroom was, she was more decisive than ever. She would just have to hold the pressing ocean of urine inside her, no matter what. The walk back and forth to the main hall would take her more than five minutes; the last thing she wanted to do is to make a guy like mister Rodicelli wait for her - Jessica could only assume that he had a very tight schedule, she had to be ready for him, no excuses. John Rodicelli would never have to wait for anybody; people always had to wait for John Rodicelli - her bladder would have to wait for John Rodicelli. Just a little longer. As the receptionist left the room, she tried to give her crotch a quick squeeze, but the tight skirt prevented her fingers touching her most private area. GOD, she needed to pee; it was like she was in junior high again, fidgeting in her seat, hoping that class - or it this case the interview - would be over soon. Not thinking clearly and feeling thirsty, she unscrewed the cap of the new water bottle the receptionist had handed her, greedily gulping it down her throat, not realizing how fast it would hit her already stretched out bladder. - - - - - - - - Fifteen minutes later without having had a glimpse of her interviewer, Jessica was regretting her judgement now; she could have easily gone to the main hall restroom in a quarter hour, heck - she could have CRAWLED to the place if she had wanted to. But she hadn’t, and her desperation had gotten SO much worse; constant waves of discomfort were running through her entire body, indicating how much she craved for relief; the uninterrupted wiggling in her chair could only help her so much, the strain on her muscles so intense that she almost couldn’t imagine doing an interview in her position. Trying to focus on her resumé again, she uncrossed and crossed her legs another time, hoping that mister Rodicelli would arrive soon, so that she could do her interview and then RUN off towards the bathroom. As a spasm tormented her bladder again, she heard voices from the otherwise completely silent lobby area, suspecting that her interviewer had finally arrived. Footsteps coming towards the open conference room door confirmed her suspicion, and Jessica rose out of her seat, squeezing her thighs again one last time, adjusting her skirt, putting out her best possible smile, even though she was suffering physically. Her heartbeat fastening, mister Rodicelli walked into the room, looking very fresh - and younger looking as Jessica had thought beforehand - wearing a spotless grey suit combined with a red tie. Although the pressure ‘downtown’ was still very much there, Jessica forgot about her need for a few seconds, delightly smiling, like a young foolish woman in love. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” mister Rodicelli introduced himself, clearly less intimidated than Jessica, “I’m terribly, terribly late, if you really want to punch me, go ahead, I’m won’t be mad, never to such a beautiful young woman! Hi, I’m mister Rodicelli. John.” The easygoing words by her interviewer calmed down Jessica’s nerves just a little bit, but she chose to stay professional, wanting to show off her good manners. “Well, it’s not a problem at all sir, thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity to come to talk to you, it’s really an honour.”, she replied and shook hands with mister Rodicelli. “The pleasure is all mine, Jessica - um - Jessica’s fine, right?” he grinned, checking out the 22-year old applicant, approving her formal clothing style. “Well off course mister Rodicelli, please do.” Jessica played her role perfectly. “Good, good... um, I really hate to ask you this but um... there’s a slight change of plans, I’m afraid; see, I’m especially looking forward to your interview, but I have to catch a plane in...”, he turned his arm and glanced at his watch”... forty minutes. So I’ve been meaning to ask you; if you’re ok with it, maybe we can do your interview on the way to the airport, in my car? My chauffeur can drive you off anywhere you want afterwards. Well, if that’s alright with you off course, we can always reschedule too, if - if that’s what you like...” Jessica quickly thought about mister Rodicelli’s proposition - her interview, on the way to the airport, with literally not a single bathroom around, only cars and bushes? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but she could hardly refuse, could she? I mean, it was mister John Rodicelli she was talking about; she would probably jump in the river if he had asked her nicely. Her bladder heavily complaining, she fortified her smile. “No sir, that’s alright, I’m uh - flexible”, she spewed out one of her trained job interview buzzwords. “Splendid!”, mister Rodicelli enthusiastically concluded, “Alright, no time to waste, let’s go!” Immediately he took off, and Jessica had no choice but to follow him, urine sloshing inside her small size 4 body, torturing her nerves. Saying that she could use a quick pee right now was a euphemism, walking around in her high heels only making the feeling worse; this wasn’t nervousness anymore. If only she had gone to the bathroom when she had felt the first signals, instead of brushing it off as interview stress, then she wouldn’t be in this position. She ardently hoped that they would pass a washroom on the way to the car park so that she could excuse herself for just a minute, but much to her dismay, mister Rodicelli walked towards the elevator in the lobby, right next to the door to the bathroom with the broken toilet. Vigorously praying that the plumber had fixed it by now, she peeked through the door, only seeing the man’s tools still lying all over the floor - the plumber taking more than the time he needed, hoping to catch the 22-year old desperately coming in again, praying to use the bathroom before she exploded. Jessica had no intention to do so, but she could not resist thinking about the plumber’s proposition to lift her skirt and pee in the urinal. Oh, how amazing the relief would be... but off course, even if she wouldn’t mind to expose her most intimate parts to the unknown stranger, there was no way she could to that without soaking herself completely - this was only a good plan in fairytale world. Pressing her thighs together, she walked into the elevator, together with mister Rodicelli. The doors slowly slid shut and Jessica stared at the receptionist, whose shift had just ended, running towards the main hall, her youthful breasts bouncing up and down as she had decided not to wear a bra to work today, openly holding herself, praying that her tormented bladder wouldn’t burst in her panties, after composing herself for so long this afternoon. The elevator doors opened on the parking level, mister Rodicelli's car - a large corporate black Mercedes with tinted windows - already standing in front of the elevator with the engine running. Rodicelli courtly opened the door to the back seat to Jessica, and she graciously got in, struggling to keep her trembling lower body still as she had to urinate SO bad. While her interviewer went around the back of the car, she thought about what the best position of her legs would be, realizing that she would not be able to shift around during the ride too much, or her need would become noticeable, and the last thing she was going to do was admit that she was almost wetting herself. She wasn't a high school teenager anymore, she had to act professional; if the receptionist held on, so would she have to do. Ignorantly she tried to tell herself that it was just a psychological matter, denying the fact that that every bladder had it's limits. Jessica decided to keep her legs crossed, hands folded on her upper knee so that she could apply just that little extra pressure. - - - - - - - The first part of her interview went pretty well; mister Rodicelli was nodding approvingly as Jessica rambled on about her studies and the research she had performed during her last years of college, her participation in many community projects, and how excited she was about the possible prospect of executing a function in the company - just as she had practiced. The only thing she had not rehearsed, was the stinging sensation under the waistband of her skirt, as her kidneys produced even more urine to be pumped into her body. The stress on her sphincter was ENORMOUS, and while Jessica’s talking could only take so much of her attention of her emergency, she maintained her smile though, dangling her foot around to keep her legs in motion. “Well,” mister Rodicelli took the conversation over, “I’ll have to admit; your resumé and your achievements are - very - impressive for a 22-year old. Even so, we are having many applicants for this function, - some of them offering a career with years of professional seniority. In your own eyes, do you see your - um - lack of experience as a problem?” “I think that starting in a new firm comes with a learning path for every new employee”, Jessica answered immediately, having expected this question, “and I have to admit that my own learning path might be a little more rough than some others with more professional experience - however, I think my personal qualities will make up for that, whereas my age comes with a great number of positive points as well.” “Mmm; what do you exactly mean when you say ‘positive’?”, mister Rodicelli continued, as Jessica gasped for air for just a second, pushing her hands hard on her knee, jamming her thighs even closer together. Her white silk panties were getting moist with sweat, but as long as it was just sweat, Jessica couldn’t care less. “I can offer both devotion and flexibility in my schedule and my working hours, which I think is very important in the beginning of a new job,” Jessica replied carefully, trying to keep half her mind on the conversation, and half on her overwhelming need to relieve herself. “I am determined to take as long as I need to succeed in my work, and I am determined to keep myself available 24/7 in case that’s needed. I think this is an almost necessary aspect of the modern volatile society, and I think that not all older applicants can assure you that.” “I’m glad you brought up the issue of time management”, mister Rodicelli took over again, going on about how starting up a new department could be time-wasting for every employee, and how important everyone’s attachment for the firm was. Jessica just nodded and tried to process her interviewer’s words, but it was so hard, her bladder CRAVING for her attention, sending hundreds of warning messages to her brain each second. All she could think about was finding the so much needed bathroom, but as Jessica was very well aware, there were no bathrooms around, not even a single wall where she could hide and squat behind. She wanted to urinate so badly, she didn’t even care about going in her panties anymore, she justed wanted to let go, anywhere in the world, just not in mister Rodicelli’s car. Shifting a few times in her seat, having so much trouble keeping the ocean of hot urine inside her 22-year old body, she wanted to moan to express her feelings, but she kept both her vocal and urinary organs under control. “... so how do you feel about that?” Jessica panicked for a second, a sharp pain bolting through her body, having paid attention to her throbbing bladder so much that she had blatantly missed the last question. “I’m - um - sorry, about what?”, she asked, embarrassed, hoping that mister Rodicelli wouldn’t realize that she was barely listening; it would most certainly reflect on the rest of the interview if he did - but thankfully for Jessica, he didn’t mind posing the question again. “I was wondering whether you would have a problem with working overtime,” he recapitulated, looking Jessica straight in the eyes. “Not at all - I see it as a package deal that comes with the job,” Jessica replied in just a few words, not really sure what she could possibly could add to that. Her readiness for the interview decreased by the second, as she was going through a series of serious painful contractions. “Alright - we have not arrived at the airport yet, but I think we can end the interview with this one, unless you have any more questions for me, off course,” mister Rodicelli concluded. Jessica had so many topics prepared in the back of her mind, wanting to show her interest for the firm, but at this very moment she wanted nothing else than this interview to be over, so she could concentrate on her alarming condition - besides, she risked missing out on of her interviewer’s questions again, which would make her look bad. The interview had gone pretty well, and she could only mess it up from now. “No, thanks - and also for the interview”, she wrapped up, pulling out a forced smile out of her again. “The pleasure was all mine”, mister Rodicelli complimented Jessica with her spotless interview. “How long ‘till the airport, Carlos?” “About ten minutes, sir; as you can see, the traffic is rather heavy at the moment”, his chauffeur politely answered his boss’s question. “Splendid - well if you don’t mind, I’m going to make a quick call to make sure everything is set up on my arrival”, mister Rodicelli announced, again glancing at the ravishing applicant sitting in his corporate vehicle, while taking his cellphone out of his briefcase. Jessica did not answer but instead she graciously smiled, actively trying to hide her personal predicament to her interviewer. The poor girl felt like her sphincter was under attack by an army of small urine droplets, harmless on their own, but as millions and millions of them joined forces, they applied a massive and almost unbearable pressure on her burdened bladder. It was like they were living their own life, their only purpose making Jessica’s existence worse, but the truth was that there was just no more room left inside her abdomen, and to make matters worse, Jessica’s kidney was still working hard, processing the loads of water that she had drunk while waiting for her interview, sending even more urine downwards her slender body. - - - - - - - Ten minutes didn’t seem like a whole lot of time, but Jessica honestly didn’t know whether she would be able to make it or not; for all she knew, she could last for another half hour maybe, or uncontrollably explode into her panties in the next minute instead. She no longer had her body under control, and that thought frustrated her; her interview had gone well and she really felt like she had an actual chance for the job - but if she would soak the car of her possible boss, she would most definitely lose it all. Anxiously she tried to press her firm thighs even closer together, but she was already doing everything she could to make her holding more manageable. She NEEDED a bathroom, and fast, too - it was the only solution, but they were still on the highway and there was not a single place in sight where Jessica could possibly relieve herself. As traffic moved on slowly, Jessica thankfully took advantage of mister Rodicelli’s lack of attention for her while he was discussing matters over the phone, and carefully positioned her briefcase on her lap, biting on her lip to improve the precision of her movements. As her lap was now covered, Jessica shifted in her seat a few times, knocking her knees together and rubbing her smooth thighs against each other. There was plenty of leg space in the large corporate Mercedes, but Jessica tried to compose herself and not to move her lower legs around too much, afraid that mister Rodicelli would notice her somewhat immature behavior. While nervously glancing at her interviewer to make sure that he wasn’t looking at her, Jessica slowly let her right hand slip under the briefcase and tried to squeeze her fingers around her crotch, but - much to her dismay - the tight fabric of her grey business skirt didn’t allow her. Despite straining her fingers, her fingertips could only reach the top of her groin; she was so close, but yet so far. Frustrated by her taut clothing, she moved her hand downwards her thighs, trying to position it between her legs and under her knee-length skirt, but naturally that didn’t work out either. Fueled by the tremendous desire to hold herself, Jessica secretly tried to pull the textile a few inches up her legs; maybe she would be able to position the skirt a little higher over her right thigh - which was out of mister Rodicelli’s field of vision - so that she could briefly squeeze her privates - just maybe... She felt her hand slowly sliding upwards, her fingertips nearing the sweatier parts of her inner thigh, as she nervously peeked at mister Rodicelli to make absolutely sure that he wasn’t staring at her. Just two or three more inches... Her heart pulsed faster as she realized that she was no longer behaving professionally, but she just couldn’t handle herself anymore, the tremendous need to urinate being so strong that it was influencing all of Jessica’s actions. The fabric of her skirt wasn’t helping Jessica at all, but she pursued, now brushing the stubbles of pubic hair just below her bikini line with her middle finger, as she had not shaved her privates before the interview. Her hand trembling with adrenaline, she pushed her hand deeper between her legs, eagerly trying to make the last leap towards grabbing her most intimate parts, but then she noticed how far her skirt had ridden up her thighs - she was almost showing her entire upper left leg to mister Rodicelli! Jessica thanked God that he wasn’t paying attention to her, and wondered how awful the situation would look like from his point of view; she was openly displaying her bare thigh to him, almost as if she was offering her young body in exchange for the open position! Off all things, this could ruin her interview the most; no sensible man would hire a woman for such an important role in the company, if she have the impression that she would use her body for climbing up the ladder! Truly disappointed that she had failed to touch her privates, Jessica removed her hand from between her legs and pulled down her skirt again, and just in time too, as mister Rodicelli glanced at her while continuing his call. Jessica’s heart skipped a beat; she had almost crushed her interview by giving in to her most bestial desires, but she had just saved herself at the last moment. That, however, did not imply that Jessica was secure, as she still had to pee SO unbelievably bad that she believed that her bladder would literally explode if she would have to hold even more urine. Her strained muscles screamed for relief SO HARD that Jessica almost was afraid that she would hurt herself, but she did not have much of a choice; she was sure that if she would relax herself for just a second, she would drench her panties in sizzling hot liquids in no time with no chance of stopping the flow. There was no way that she could allow herself to do that; the psychological pain of wetting herself on her very first interview would be much worse that any other physical pain that she might endure. She HAD to hold herself together somehow, she just had to! As she fought back wave after wave, Jessica closed her eyes and tried to think of something else to take her mind of her extreme need, hoping that it would soften the strength of the torturing neural signals, and surprisingly it did. As the minutes passed, she fantasized about a variety of things and for the first time today, her need seemed to decrease instead of constantly increasing like it had in the last hour. Off course, this feeling was merely psychological as her bladder was still exorbitantly full, but the truth was that it really did help her holding the ocean inside of her young body. Slowly but surely, they approached the airport and Jessica began to get more and more positive that she would be able make it after all… and as her confidence rised, she started to let her guard down. - - - - - - - Seemingly out of nowhere, a GIANT spasm - one Jessica had never experienced before in her life - hit her bladder, and it hit her hard - MUCH too hard. In the blink of an eye, she lost control over her entire body. For Jessica, it was like time stood still for a moment; she was so mortified that she felt like she could no longer move. Alarm bells started to go off in her head, her entire lower body region felt numb - the unimaginable had happened; she had lost control of her bladder! While gasping for air, she tried to think of a way to get out of this horrible situation, but she couldn’t possibly imagine one without ruining her interview. Realizing that there was nothing more that she could do, her hands darted off to the door handle on her side of the car, hungrily glancing towards the green grass growing on the side of the road. Tears started welling up in her eyes, as the grown-up woman inside her really didn’t want to do what she was about to do and that was jump out of the car and squat where anyone - including Mr. Rodicelli - could see her. But poor Jessica didn’t have much of a choice, and if she was going to humiliate herself anyway, she figured that she could better do that outside of the car instead of soiling the leather back seat of the corporate Mercedes. Jessica brushed the handle with her fingers, wanting to speak up to announce her runaway, but then, out of nowhere, felt that she was regaining control of herself and her tormented bladder. Hot golden drops were definitely escaping through her pee hole as Jessica felt her labia getting moist, but it wasn’t the overwhelming torrent that she had expected, and more importantly; somehow she had managed to hold back the rest of the ocean inside her! Jessica’s fingers slid off the door handle as she clenched her muscles, praying that she would be able to suppress the next few violent pressure waves. The burning sensation in her abdomen was so overwhelming that Jessica herself didn’t know whether she would be able to sustain without hurting herself, but she HAD to try, she had to or she would never forgive herself for not attempting to take the leap. Her bladder was screaming for relief, constantly pulsating without giving Jessica the chance to loosen up, not even for a second, and Jessica hoped that she would not have to endure another huge spasm like before again. Battling with her own body was something that she was not familiar with, the feelings boiling inside her were outrageous. Since she had never been SO desperate for the bathroom in the past fifteen years, Jessica didn’t know ANY special holding techniques at all; this fight was a battle that she had to win with the strength of her bladder muscles alone. She knew it and it saved her appearance too; grabbing herself or jumping up wouldn’t help a thing, and it would only blow her cover. After what was possibly the most agonizing minute of her life, Jessica had the situation under control again; she still had to urinate so bad, but the danger of uncontrollably flooding both her panties and the car floor was gone, or at least, that was what she hoped. Her throbbing bladder was still torturing her, begging furiously, trying to persuade the 22-year girl that she needed to relieve herself soon, but Jessica FELT more in control. Given the full state of the organ, stretched out way past it’s normal dimensions, it was off course possible that her nervous sensors were lying to her, but she had to stay positive, it was the only plan she had. Her almost-accident from the minute had left a few marks though; Jessica had leaked a considerable amount of urine and the front of her white silk panties were soaked. She could only hope that the back of her skirt was still dry, as she realized that the grey fabric would show even the smallest wet spot. The remaining ride to the airport entrance was only two minutes in time, but for Jessica, each second felt like an eternity. Every possible muscle in her poor adolescent body so badly wanted to let her body relax, letting her pee flood out of her, putting this unbelievable torture to the end. She didn’t care about her favourite pair of silk panties anymore, or her expensive suit that she had bought just for the occasion; Jessica was willing to ruin them all, if she could just PEE! It was only her mind that was keeping her from doing so; if she could only last for another minute or two, her interview and her day would be saved. “Alright - Jessica - this is where our our paths diverge”, mister Rodicelli concluded their meeting by reaching out his hand, “thanks to your flexibility, I’m just in time to catch my plane, it seems. We’ll definitely keep in touch, you can expect a call from us in the next couple of days.” Jessica kindly smiled and shook hands with her interviewer, hoping that he would not notice the sweaty palm of her hand. “Thanks again for the opportunity, mister Rodicelli, I look forward to hearing from you again”, she replied, surprising herself that she still managed to come up with such a polite answer, while multiple strong waves were thumping against her bladder muscles, thousands of urine drops sitting at the verge of her pee hole, ready to come out as soon as Jessica’s mind would give the orders. She couldn’t wait to jump out of the car and find the nearest bathroom, but she knew that rushing off as soon as she could wouldn’t exactly improve her appearance - and keeping the golden rule “an interview isn’t over until you walk out the door” in mind, she decided to remain seated until her host would make the intention to leave. “So, the backseat is all yours, where does Carlos drop you off?”, mister Rodicelli offered his corporate vehicle to Jessica. “If it’s alright, I’m going to get out here with you, sir - I have some personal business to take care of in the airport building”, she desperately tried to get out of the offer, knowing that she couldn’t possibly hold it until they would arrive at her place - or any other place for that matter. She HAD to find a bathroom at the airport, and fast too; her poor bladder was about to burst! “Well, isn’t that a coincidence,” he smiled and then rose out of his seat, “well then; have a nice day!” Jessica forced a last smile on her face, and then opened the door, sighing loudly as she saw the airport departures hall right in front of her; finally, a building with fully functional toilet facilities! She squeezed her thighs together, placed her high heels on the parking lot, and hesitantly stood up, hoping that she could stand up without instantly flooding her panties. Jessica had to pee so badly that she had trouble walking towards the main entrance; she was not used to wearing these kind of shoes, and she had a hard time trying to press her legs together, afraid that if she would relax, she would soak her panties in a heartbeat. The burning sensations inside her were stronger than ever, and as she was walking, Jessica quickly pressed her hand on her skirt again, hoping that she could relieve the pressure for just a second, but the tight grey fabric didn’t budge, not at all. Under the skirt, her cotton panties were uncomfortably clinging against her most private parts, the piece of underwear dampened from her previous near-accident. Jessica couldn’t help thinking about squatting between two cars and letting her so-urgently-needed pee splatter all over the asphalt, but during rush hour the airport area simply was too crowded, she had to hold on for just a little longer. Jessica tried to compose herself as she was walking through the revolving door, her bladder pulsing fiercely, her knees trembling as she could barely keep from letting go. In her compartment of the revolving door was an Asian family of the - two parents and a girl who was a few years younger than Jessica - the father struggling with the many suitcases they had with them, bumping against the safety mechanism of the door wing, stalling the door multiple times. Jessica refrained herself from swearing loudly, not wanting to draw any more attention to her, but inside she was cursing the Asian man who was involuntarily postponing her much needed bathroom visit. She was so close to having an accident right here, on the floor of the revolving door, she needed to get out of this place, fast! Her eyes scanned the departure hall through the glass door, hoping to catch a bathroom direction sign somewhere, so that she could rush off to the nearest one as soon as possible. A huge wave hit her body, and Jessica closed her eyes to concentrate on controlling the tremendous need to urinate, having failed to yet find a bathroom sign. Thankfully, the Asian man finally entered the departure hall, taking the large amount of suitcases with him. Jessica tried to pass the family, but they were still blocking her way, and she coincidentally overheard the conversation between the Asian girl and her mother. “Mom, I really have to go to pee!” - “Sure honey, we’re just going to check in first and then you can go to the bathroom right after, alright? Come on, let’s go!” Jessica stopped and crossed her legs firmly, while examining the airport board of directions hanging right in front of the door. She had trouble concentrating, as her tortured bladder complained heavily, she had to find a bathroom NOW or her struggle would be over soon. She didn’t know how she had even managed to hold on for so long; she never would have thought that she could sustain such an unbelievable pressure in her body. The thought frustrated Jessica to her core; despite all her efforts, she was still in very danger of trashing her white panties if she couldn’t find a toilet in time. Telephone cell, first aid, gift shop… the signs were all there, but none to lead poor Jessica to a bathroom. She almost decided to give up her search and hurry outside to squat somewhere, but then she saw it, in the lower right corner; a sign for the lavatories! Jessica gasped, and almost released the contents of her bladder out of relief as she was so delighted to finally find a place to PEE! Thinking about her coming satisfaction didn’t help her though; the “key in the lock”-syndrome kicked in and Jessica now needed to pee WORSE than before. Not caring about the other people or anything else but finding the bathroom anymore, Jessica hurried towards the direction of the sign, breathing heavily, biting on her teeth to endure the stinging pain in her body. “Oh yes, oh yes!” Jessica whispered softly as she neared a hallway with a bathroom sign on the wall next to it. “Oooh, oh yes… fuck yeah, I… I made it!” She swore loudly; luckily for her there was no-one around who could hear her. “Oh yes, come on Jess, just a few seconds… just…” She couldn’t control her emotions anymore; her brain was now sending multiple signals to her bladder, telling that she could PEE, finally! “Oh yes…” She tugged at the side zipper of her grey business skirt, pulling it down a few inches, exposing a part of her smooth leg and the side of her white panties to the world, but Jessica could no longer care; she so badly needed to pee that once in the bathroom, she would never be able to wait to unzip her clothing, it had to be done now. Rapidly gasping from the excitement, Jessica increased her pace as she entered the bathroom hallway. Seconds away from release, her bladder muscles weakened just a little so that she could immediately start peeing once her mind allowed her. Thousands of drops were in position, ready to come out, and Jessica was almost unable to stop the straining ocean of urine. She realized that and tried to regain the stress in her muscles, but she couldn’t - there was no way back. Fortunately for her, the ladies’ was just to the right… - - - - - - - “No… no!” Jessica screamed out, watching in horror how the bathroom stalls were just a few meters away, only they were blocked by a coin operated paddle gate; it didn’t take Jessica very long to realize that the public lavatories in the departure hall were pay toilets! Frantically, she turned around, hoping that she could use the men’s facilities instead, but they were also blocked by the same gates. Tears welled up in her eyes; sure, she had money with her, in her briefcase, but it was just that she needed to pee SO BAD she could hardly breathe - and now she had to find a fifty-cent coin! Her bladder DEMANDED relief, now, but Jessica didn’t really have a choice; she squeezed her thighs together, dropped her briefcase on the tile floor, and took out her wallet. Her hands were trembling, and Jessica felt that the control of her bladder was slowly slipping away; she had held it for so long, but the deception of standing meters away from a bathroom stall and not being able to use it was just too big, too unexpected. Helplessly, her bladder spasmed and a small spurt escaped, dampening her white panties even more. “No… no yet…” Her mind was going crazy, tears were blocking her view, and she bit her lip while desperately tapping her feet on the floor. Her entire body was shuddering and she could hardly control the movement of her fingers, making it harder to open the wallet. Frustrated that she couldn’t instantly find the right coin, she cried out to no-one in particular; she could not believe that this was happening to her. 22 years old, her first job interview just minutes away, and she was going to wet her panties in public! Jessica closed her eyes again, trying to regain some of her composure. Deep breath in, deep breath out, deep breath in, deep breath out. She opened her eyes again, flipped through all the coins in her wallet, crossed her legs, uncrossed her legs; anything that could help her hold it. Waves of desperation ran through her entire body; the next leak was ready to come out, and Jessica had no clue in how to stop it from happening. “Come on, come on, no!” She was moaning, almost crying, thinking about giving up and just humiliating herself, but she found some inner strength and carried on. To her despair, she finally realized that she didn’t have any fifty-cent coins with her; she yanked a five euro bill out of the wallet and hobbled over to the change machine in the bathroom hallway. While hopping from foot to foot, Jessica desperately tried to push the bill in the machine, but her hands were shaking so hard that she could hardly align the piece of paper in place. She just couldn’t hold it any longer; a sudden burst of pee exploded out of her tortured pee hole, drenching her underwear even further. Jessica barely managed to hold the rest of the massive flood back inside her, but the damage was done; urine drops were travelling down her smooth young legs, most of them landing in her shoes, some dripping onto the glossy airport tiles. Jessica was so embarrassed that she had to fight her tears; she tried to cover up the wetness on the floor by sweeping it away with the sole of her shoe, but by moving around, even more drops escaped from her soaked panties. While the waves inside her got even more ferocious, the machine rejected her 5 euro bill and Jessica panicked; it was her last resort - she had to try once more! This time, the machine accepted her bill, but it was too late. Her exhausted bladder that had been stretched way beyond it’s limits gave up completely, pee uncontrollably erupting from her body, saturating the fabric of her panties and the front of her skirt, streams of pee running down her legs, forming a puddle around her feet. Jessica herself was amazed by the strength of the waterfall between her legs - the pressure was unbelievable. Jessica started to cry and tried to stop the rest, but she couldn’t, pee sizzling in her underwear, splashing onto the glossy floor. At that very moment, Jessica heard footsteps in the hallway, coming her way; it was the Asian girl from the family in the revolving door, both hands jammed between her legs, obviously desperate for the bathroom herself. She ignored and ran past Jessica at first, busy focusing on her own problems, almost bumped into the glass paddle gates, now facing the same problem that Jessica had faced before. Crying out in disbelief, she turned herself to Jessica, squirming uncontrollably, her fingers furiously massaging the crotch of her jeans, and she blurted out: “Ex… excuse me… m-m… mi... miss… can I have a coin? I… I don’t have any money with me… it’s an… emer…” She gasped and paused. “... emergency!” The girl looked down, eagerly waiting for a reply, and then she noticed the puddle under Jessica’s feet, small transparent streams splashing on the ground. “Oh my god… are you peeing yourself… you are peeing... I’m so sorry… I just need a coin… oh my god I… I just can’t believe that you are… sorry!” Jessica was mortified; not only had she pissed all over herself, some unknown girl was witnessing her accident too, her eyes transfixed on the pool between Jessica’s legs. Jessica wanted to run away, but she couldn’t move, as if her feet were glued to the floor. “M-m-miss? Please, it’s a… an emergency!”, the Asian girl pleaded, repeating herself, her voice weakening, as if she was running out of power. Jessica just wanted the girl to leave so that she could be alone, and decided to donate one of the coins that the machine had given her; the Asian girl looked like she was almost having an accident on her own. The girl kindly accepted Jessica’s gift with one hand, unbuttoned her jeans with the other, then rushed off towards the bathroom. Dancing on the spot, her bladder contracting violently, she successfully inserted the coin and the glass paddle doors opened. As she sprinted to the nearest stall, the thought of being finally inside a bathroom was just too much for her to take, urine started bursting out of her, the back of her tight jeans suddenly turning dark blue. She simply couldn’t hold it any longer, but the nearest stall was only a few feet away, and she yanked down her panties, pee gushing through her Hello Kitty panties, spraying onto her legs, the bathroom floor, and the toilet seat. Mentally and physically worn out by recent the struggle between her and her bladder, she let her ass cheeks touch down on the toilet seat and spread her legs, not even trying to take off her underwear anymore. She just completely relaxed and sighed loudly as hot pee sizzled down her legs and finally hit the bowl - fuck, that felt good! Breathing heavily, shivering with excitement, she completely emptied herself, forcefully peeing for at least thirty seconds. But as the trickle between her legs started to slow down, tears sprung into the Asian girl’s eyes, starting to realize what she had done - she had peed herself, and now she had to go back to the airport hall with a huge mark on her jeans, to sit with her parents on a plane for the next few hours, her underwear totally soaked. Sobbing uncontrollably, she wiped her legs dry; her plane was about to leave, she had no choice but to pull up her panties and walk back to the departure hall in shame. Jessica walked all the way back to her apartment in her wet clothes, too embarrassed to take a cab or a bus, thinking about how humiliating her day had been, trying not to wet herself in her interviewer’s car, succeeding, but not making it to the bathroom, soaking her business suit as a 22 year old. She had practised this day a million times in her head, but she had never thought that she would end her interview this way, walking across town, wet silk panties clinging against her privates, her shoes ruined. To make things worse, all the water that she had drank in the conference room while waiting for her interview, traveled downwards her body FAST, filling up her exhausted bladder in no time, and when she reached her neighborhood, she REALLY had to pee again. Her body trembling, she fastened her pace, realizing that she was close to having a second accident that day. Struggling with her keys, she almost lost control of her bladder on her doorstep, a wet spurt jetting into her panties as she opened the front door. Much to her amazement, her best friend Kay was standing in her hallway, waiting for Jessica to come home to surprise her after her very first interview. Jessica was perplexed; she gave up completely and fiercely peed into her underwear for the second time in just a few hours, while Kay was staring at her, her mouth wide open. She almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her friend was wetting herself right in front of her, the marks of her first accident clearly visible on her skirt. Jessica started crying again, realizing that this wasn’t just a bad dream; what was supposed to be an exciting event turned out to be the most awful day in her entire life. While pee was still streaming down Jessica’s legs, Kay put her arms around her best friend’s neck, hugging her and kissing her on the forehead, trying to console her. After Jessica was finally cried out, Kay helped her into the shower and got her fresh clothes. Jessica cleaned herself up, and they ended seeing a movie together, but Jessica almost instantly fell asleep on her friend’s shoulder, trying to erase the memory of this horrifying day out of her head. A few days later, Jessica got a call; she didn’t get the job. THE END
  13. CoffeeDrinker

    Office Building Plumbing

    Had a tame but fun experience yesterday. I work in a smallish eight-floor office building with a bunch of different companies inside. The building has new ownership and is constantly undergoing much-needed upgrades and construction. Yesterday I went out for lunch with a client and had several cokes and some water. When I got back to the office, I noticed more people that normal milling around in the hallway off the main lobby, but I was beginning to need to pee all that liquid out fairly urgently, so I headed right into an open elevator and up to my floor to use the bathroom. In our building, there are 2-3 companies on each floor and they all share communal men's and women's rooms in the hallway. In the elevator I glanced at my phone and noticed an email from building management saying there was an emergency water shutoff due to a plumbing situation, and all water would be turned off immediately. I hadn't quite fully processed that fact when the doors opened to my floor and I headed over toward the bathrooms only to see giant taped-on signs that said "Restrooms Closed on All Floors, Please Use Lobby Restroom." Well, I thought, that's exactly what needs to happen right now. So I turned around and took the stairwell down. The half dozen or so people milling around in the lobby turned out to be employees from all of the building's different companies waiting their turn to use the first-floor public unisex single-stall bathroom. I joined the tail end of the loosely formed line and got out my phone to scroll while I waited. It's important to note that while I definitely needed to go, it was nowhere near threatening an accident. Soon I was joined in the back of the line by a younger woman, long dirty blonde hair, about 5-6 and a slender build wearing black dress pants that she probably also could wear to yoga. Eventually we made eye contact and I smiled and remarked how there's always something going on in the building. She gave a nervous laugh and said this one was by far the worst. She was standing with her arms crossed at her chest and was not still for even a moment. Eventually her fidgeting allowed me to catch a glimpse of her butt in those pants and it was fantastic. Sensing her super obvious urgent need to pee, I oversold my own situation. "I know what you mean, I just got back from lunch and I'm regretting all that water," I said as a subtly squeezed my thighs together and dipped my body a bit to make it obvious what I meant. "Yeah" was all she replied and she clearly was uncomfortable and not into small talk so I left it at that and went back to my phone. As the line progressed I kept making loud sighs and squeezing my legs together to try to goad her into saying something about our mutual desperation, but she never took the bait. I went in first, then she rushed in when I was done. I decided to hustle to the vending machine to buy some chips so I could be there when she finished, and sure enough I was able to get back to the elevators just as she walked up to them. "All good?" I said to her. "Oh yeah, much better" she responded. We got on the elevator. Unprompted, she added "I didn't realize the bathrooms were closed, then I got stuck on the phone, or I would have come down here much sooner." I laughed in solidarity and said "Oh I know, no more coffee for me today until they fix the bathrooms." The doors opened for my floor, I wished her a good afternoon and headed back to my office. Like I said, super tame, but a fun encounter nonetheless!
  14. Brianne felt a growing excitement in the pit of her stomach as she pulled on the chastity belt over her cotton bikini-cut panties. As instructed, she fastened the device snugly around her waist by closing a combination lock she didn’t know the code for. She gasped sharply as the cold combination of metal and leather grasped her most intimate area. Tonight was meant to be punishment for the young lady who had been caught with her boyfriend in the middle of the night. Her parents had kicked him out of her bed and into the street, stark naked. She, sitting up in bed holding up the covers to veil her 36C breasts, had been yelled at for the better part of an hour. The next morning, Brianne had been enrolled in a disciplinary program with the local church. She had met with Sister Janice earlier this week and been given the chastity belt and strict instructions to show up at a party tonight wearing it. Brianne could still recite Sister Janice’s exact words, which had been “It’s about time you learned how a young lady should act around boys.” Brianne gazed longingly at her black miniskirt then decided against it. While she enjoyed flashing her panties on occasion, an ugly mix of leather and metal was a different story. She picked out a navy-blue plaid skirt that didn’t quite reach her knees. Maybe the goody Christian fellows would appreciate a more innocent look. Glancing at the clock radio, she realized she only had twenty minutes to get to the church. She quickly threw on a sky-blue blouse over her white bra and ran a comb through her red hair. She hurriedly waved goodbye to her mother working in the garden as she started the car. As she pulled out of the paved driveway, Brianne wondered if her mom knew what she was wearing under her skirt. Maybe Sister Janice had told her- Brianne felt herself blush at the thought. She got to the church three minutes early and took the opportunity to touch up her makeup. As she got out of the car, she ran her hand down the back of her skirt feeling the bumpy hardness instead of the usual curvy softness of her ass. She heard a car door close behind her and noticed a handsome well-dressed man looking at her. Blushing again, she realized that he had seen her smoothing out her skirt. Was he able to make out the shape of the device under her skirt? As Brianne walked briskly through the entrance, she felt his gaze on her. She smiled to herself as she followed the “Ladies this way” sign. Perhaps it was for the best that things had gone south with Rod. He had a crude and arrogant demeanor which had been agitating her more and more. Maybe it was time to date a nice Christian boy who would be a perfect gentleman around her. Sister Janice checked her watch as Brianne presented herself. “Just in time.” She commented coldly. “Well, let’s get on with it then- lift up your skirt.” Mildly surprised, Brianne gathered her skirt and lifted it up. She felt the middle-aged woman pull at the leather in several places, testing for looseness. With a grunt of approval, she patted Brianne’s butt and told her to continue walking to the basketball court. Brianne nodded, released her skirt, and continued her careful walk. She heard soft music as she pushed open the swing door. It was a breath-taking sight. The gym had been transformed into a beautiful party scene, with carpeted areas, strobe lights, and a bar. Brianne walked forward towards a group of young ladies also dressed for the occasion. She recognized one of them- a girl of African ethnicity, Georgia. They went to the same high school, but Georgia was a year younger. She wasted no time in greeting Brianne and introducing her to the other ladies. Brianne felt grateful for knowing someone there, especially a girl as welcoming as Georgia. Having met the girls, Brianne turned her attention towards the young men at the other end of the gym. She immediately noticed the boy from the parking lot eying her. He was wearing black pants, a white dress shirt and bow-tie. He was on the skinny side but fit in a long-distance runner sort of way. He had well-groomed black hair and a clean-shaven face. Brianne hoped he would make his way over to her soon. The males collectively decided to get drinks and made their way over to the bar. Ashley, a tall attractive blonde, eagerly urged the female group to go over to the bar too. After some initial resistance, they started slowly walking over. Brianne felt that it would have been so much easier if the guys had approached first. She quickly realized Ashley’s eagerness to mingle with the guys, as she had wandered over a seemingly older brown-haired hunk after getting a beer from the bartender. To Brianne’s dismay, Georgia had followed Ashley’s lead and was in deep conversation with her interest. Not wanting to be left alone, Brianne walked her long island iced tea over to an apparently shy, chubby teenager. Pete was an ok guy, but not exactly Brianne’s type. He seemed surprised to be approached by such an attractive girl and was nervously stuttering about video games and his custom-built PC. Meanwhile, her attention was elsewhere. She constantly glanced over his shoulder at Georgia and her handsome companion. He returned her gaze a few times, but always politely refocused his attention to Georgia, who was happily chatting away. Not ten minutes later, Brianne was surprised to discover that her drink was finished- she had been sipping constantly with Pete babbling on. Not wanting to excuse herself suddenly, she took a moment to scan her surroundings. About half the crowd had paired up with members of the opposite sex, but there were also two large crowds of mixed genders. One group was near the bar, in close proximity to drinks, while the other group was near the DJ, making song requests while conversing with each other. Brianne also noticed Sister Janice and a younger nun seated in the bleachers, observing intently. About a third of the people at the party were underage, so there were already varying stages of drunkenness evident at the party. The girls near the bar had already accepted a number of drinks from their overly generous companions and their glowing red faces openly revealed their intoxication. Meanwhile, Georgia and three other girls were sipping soft drinks. Brianne could feel a light buzz, but Pete was showing no signs of stopping and he was literally being a buzz kill. She finally interrupted him by raising her empty glass and explaining she needed another drink. He stammered an offer about getting the drink for her, but she raised her hand, promising to be right back. Brianne ordered a screwdriver and took a moment to chat with the bartender- she needed a break from Pete. It was a good thing she did, because Georgia and her new friend made their way to the bar a moment later. As she had done earlier, Georgia made the introduction. His name was Jake and he was a volunteer with the church. Forgetting her promise to Pete, Brianne joined the duo. Jake eagerly shared details about his life while asking the girls about theirs. He tried to include Georgia in the conversation, but his eyes were constantly locking into Brianne’s. Finally, Georgia noticed Pete awkwardly staring into their group and excused herself to talk to him. Brianne felt instant guilt as she realized that she had ditched Pete, but also gratitude for the opportunity to talk to Jake one-on-one. As Jake wandered over to the bar to get them new drinks, Brianne scanned the crowd again. Elle, a petite blonde, near the bar was dancing on the spot, but not in sync with the music. It took a moment for Brianne to realize that she was desperate to pee. She tugged at her friend Jackie’s arm, but she just shook her head and gestured to her own midsection. Elle wriggled helplessly before rushing off towards the gym door alone. It was then that Brianne realized that all the girls were wearing chastity belts! None of them could pee until Sister Janice unlocked them! As Jake returned with her drink, Brianne evaluated the fullness of her own bladder. She could definitely use a pee. The alcohol and conversation with Jake had kept her mind off her predicament, but there was no denying that her bladder was filling quickly. Jake raised his cup and Brianne raised her own to meet his, making sure she took only a small sip afterwards. As Jake continued talking, Brianne noticed that Elle hadn’t left the gym. Instead, she was near the door pleading with a female guard to let her out. There was a male guard at the other door, so there was no way out. Suddenly, the full gravity of the punishment hit her. The girls would have to hold their pee until the end of the party or wet their panties in front of everyone around! As Elle pleaded desperately, a boy from the same group near the bar approached the door. The guard stepped aside to let him through while continuing to block Elle’s path. She doubled over and clutched her crotch through her red dress, on the verge of wetting herself. “You are very quiet. Is everything ok?” Jake’s question snapped Brianne back to attention. “Oh.. yes, I’m fine. Just enjoying your story, that’s all.” “Are you sure? Is your drink okay? I can get you a different one if you like.” Brianne realized how rude she must look ignoring the conversation and not finishing the drink he had gotten for her. She immediately took a couple of gulps from her cup. “No, the drink’s great- thank you.” The last thing she needed was another full cup. She forced herself to engage in conversation and regularly sip from her cup. Elle had given up trying to convince the guard to let her out- she was now helplessly standing with her back up against the wall, with her dress hiked all the way up and her hands gripping her crotch for dear life. Her red panties and chastity belt were in full view. Brianne noticed girls and guys looking over at her. It was obviously a one-of-a-kind sight for horny young men, who struggled to tear their eyes away from the beautiful blonde girl struggling to not to piss herself. Most of the girls were alternating nervous glances between Elle and the large clock above her. Just over an hour remained- could they hang on? Jake was amongst the last to notice the scene at the other end of the gym. He looked over just as Elle lost control. She gasped audibly as pee poured through her fingers onto the rug below. Her wet legs glistened in the bright lights as a growing wet spot formed at her feet. Nobody could look away as the poor girl peed for seemingly ages, finally experiencing the relief she had been denied for too long. She collapsed to the floor and covered her face in utter humiliation. Unfortunately for her, Sister Janice came down from the bleachers and ordered her to return to the party. With a beet-red face and drenched legs, Elle returned to the group by the bar. Everyone comforted Elle, but there was no getting over the fact that she now smelled like pee and her dress sported obvious wet streaks. “Yes, I’m wearing one too.” Brianne admitted, knowing Jake was wondering but too polite to ask. “Oh.. do you need to...” His voice trailed off as he realized he was asking a pretty lady a very personal question. “Yes, a bit.” Brianne blushed. It was the understatement of the year. Her bladder was pressing up against the band of the chastity device. She was actively fighting the natural desire to cross her legs in front of him. She glanced up at the clock yet again- there were still 50 minutes left! Several pairs of legs were scissoring now- witnessing an accident didn't help matters. Gina and Belle rushed over to the other door, hoping to get better luck with the male guard. Despite the ladies tearfully showing him their bladder bulges and chastity belts, he didn’t budge from the door. Several guys were feeling an urge for the men’s room and they guiltily excused themselves for a much-needed pee. Brianne couldn’t help but notice that Jake was shuffling uncomfortably too. He had drunk quite a bit more than her and they had both grown quieter. Finally, he interrupted her in mid-sentence with a quick apology and turned away. She felt a pang of envy as he subtly grabbed himself through his pants and urgently strode through the gym door. Unable to wait a moment longer, Gina and Belle hiked up their skirts, squatted, and peed through their underwear next to the guard. Sister Janice reached them just as they finished peeing, loudly scolding them and ordering them to return to the party. As an added punishment, she ordered the younger nun to give them each a water bottle. The nun forced them to drink the entire half-litre before returning to her seat next to Sister Janice. Brianne’s gaze fell on Georgia and Pete, still talking to each other. Despite her drunk and desperate state, she wanted to do the right thing. She hobbled over, struggling not to shove a clenched fist into her pussy. She was surprised to see Georgia holding herself… and drinking orange juice. “Hey Pete and Georgia- sorry about earlier. I just…” They both giggled and looked each other. “Oh, it’s no problem at all,” said Pete. “We’re having a blast together,” exclaimed Georgia. Brianne noticed that Pete was squirming along with Georgia. She looked at the couple questioningly. They giggled again. “Pete has decided to hold it with me. Cheers baby!” Georgia raised her cup and they both took a large swig. Brianne cautiously made her way back to her spot near the basketball hoop. How odd- Pete was probably going to wet his pants because he had decided to goof around with Georgia. Who in their right mind would want to go through this hell? Brianne wanted nothing more than to sit on a toilet and PEE! She crossed her legs and danced on the spot- it was pointless to pretend like she didn’t need to pee. Jake returned from the toilet, obviously relieved. However, he was drunk and his line of questioning was getting more daring. “So how did you ladies end up all locked up like this?” Brianne hesitated, then decided it hardly mattered- her dignity was shot anyway. “I got caught screwing my boyfriend then my parents put me in this church program.” “Wow! Is that everyone’s story?” Jake was visibly surprised by her response. “I don’t know, but I bet it’s something to do with sex. Otherwise why…” She gestured to her crotch. Jake reddened. “I don’t….” Suddenly things clicked for Brianne. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” “I.. uh..” Jake stared down at the floor as he fumbled for words. Brianne realized she had struck a nerve. “No… sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “No, it’s ok. I’ve asked you personal stuff too.” Suddenly an excited shriek from Georgia drew attention to the center of the gym. Pete was peeing his khaki pants. A growing wetness spread down the front of his legs as he sighed with relief. Georgia was fixated on his accident as she struggled not to pee her own dress. Sister Janice was there in an instant. She had Pete pull down his pants and bend over to touch his toes. She spanked him repeatedly, her bare hand smacking his wet bottom. Watching Pete get spanked in his wet underwear was too much for Georgia- she had reached the limits of her bodily control. She lifted up her skirt and spread her legs to let her long-held waters flow to the carpet below. She sighed heavily, causing Pete to look over as he was being spanked. He was finally allowed to straighten up as Georgia finished peeing- a massive erection poked out from his wet, transparent underwear. He quickly pulled up his soiled pants before Sister Janice noticed his sexual excitement and sentenced further punishment. Amidst all the commotion, Brianne felt herself leak into her panties. She quickly grabbed crotch and squeezed hard. She felt her face burn red with embarrassment as Jake turned around to see her holding her crotch. However, she was well beyond the point of appearing ladylike. If she released her grip on her pussy, she would wet her panties, pure and simple. “Wow you look like you’re about to… “ “Yeah, it’s gonna happen. Any minute now.” She spoke through her clenched teeth. Every ounce of strength in her teenage body was needed to prevent an imminent wetting accident. The twenty minutes which remained may as well be twenty years- she would never make it. Beside them, Ashley squirted despite her iron grasp on her womanhood. Thinking quickly, Brent shoved his quarter-full cup into her crotch and instructed her to relax. She just managed to stem the flow as the cup filled through her panties, grasping her soaked crotch again. To her surprise, Brent brought the cup to his lips and continued drinking from it. Elle had stopped drinking since her accident, but her weakened bladder had quickly filled up again. She was so humiliated about wetting herself that she couldn’t even announce that she was bursting again. She silently and rapidly progressed from shuffling helplessly, overtly holding herself, to rewetting her panties in the presence of the group. Fortunately for her, no one gave her show more than a few seconds- the women had their own bladders to worry about and the men’s attention was quite divided throughout the room. Brianne squirted. She felt warm wetness on her fingers and then saw the droplets of pee hitting the rug below her. She danced desperately in place, struggling to regain control. She did- just barely. She knew the next leak would be the last one. She was just too close to having a full on accident. Ashley squirted again and Brent generously put his cup between her legs again, but there was no stopping the flood this time. A powerful torrent flowed out from the gusset of her silk purple panties and she couldn't close the dam this time. The cup overflowed and Brent pulled it away. Ashley closed her eyes in sheer relief and sighed as she straightened up. Clear pee flowed down her long slender legs and a giant wet spot grew at her feet. Brent looked on in excitement as he continued drinking her sacred feminine waters from his cup. Hearing Ashley’s pee splatter to the ground was too much for Brianne. She was the only girl who hadn’t lost wet herself yet and that, in itself, was an achievement. There were several girls close to peeing themselves a second time, not to mention Elle who had already had a second accident. Brianne’s bladder spasmed hard and she could not fight it this time. She soaked her panties as a waterfall flowed out from her most private area. All heads turned to observe the biggest accident of the evening as Brianne violently drenched the carpet beneath her. She exhaled deeply as sweet relief washed over her body- she hadn’t peed since her lunch break at work. The gruesome burden of holding in her urine had finally been lifted from her shoulders. She was peeing herself in front of Jake and a dozen other people, but it didn’t matter. All she cared about at that moment was the unbelievable relief that had engulfed her tortured body. She shuddered involuntarily as the final few squirts exited her. She didn’t realize the spectacle she had created until she finally opened her eyes to look around, pee still dripping from the back of her skirt to her feet. Everyone watched in amazement at the huge puddle at Brianne’s feet. She undoubtedly had the largest bladder of anyone around. Jake’s excitement was on clear display, with a giant tent poking out in his pants. Sister Janice declared that the party was over and hoped that the ladies had learned a humiliating lesson about behaving decently around young men. Perhaps some girls had, but Brianne and Georgia definitely had other plans. The ladies lined up to get their wet chastity belts unlocked by the two nuns. It was a slow process with most of the girls wriggling uncontrollably, trying to maintain the little dignity that remained until they got to a toilet. Gina and Belle, who had been punished with bottles of water earlier, couldn’t control themselves any longer and peed all over Sister Janice as she was unlocking them. With another embarrassing scolding, Sister Janice instructed them to stay behind for a spanking. The delay was torture for those still in the lineup, including Georgia. She and Pete had been drinking even more heavily since their accidents and they just barely hung on as Georgia got unlocked. However, making it to the men’s room was another matter. They soaked themselves again as they rushed into a cubicle together. In the next stall, Brianne was already getting busy with Jake. It was about time a girl did something about his virginity.
  15. Ariose Toast

    female The Ski Lift Attendant

    Sophie sat in her chair at the top of the chairlift, watching the empty chairs climb to the top and circle back down again. It wasn't exactly the most exciting job, but for legal reasons they had to have someone up there at any given time. And it was Sophie's turn to take the shift today. Basically all she had to do was radio down to the base if anything went wrong with the lift, which literally never happened.Not to mention that it was the early morning shift in the middle of summer, so it was even more dead than usual. Sophie brought a coffee up with her just to keep herself awake. At least in the winter there'd be snow to shovel. But she was getting paid to do pretty much nothing, so she couldn't really complain.All in all, it wasn't a bad setup. The only problem was the lack of access to the facilities during her three hour shift. Once she finished her coffee, she would almost certainly need a bathroom break sooner rather than later. Luckily for her, one of her co-workers had showed her a secret little spot nearby hidden behind some bushes where you would be totally invisible to the public in case of an "absolute emergency."Though with the frequency Sophie used it, they were less "emergencies" as they were "regular bathroom breaks." Nearly every morning shift she took full advantage of her secret toilet. Every once in a while, just one trip wasn't even enough to comfortable make it through her shift (usually on days when she sucked down an extra large coffee I stead of her normal medium).She wasn't really supposed to leave the lift unattended like that, even if it was only for a minute or two. But what was she gonna do? Wet herself? It's not like anyone would notice she was gone.Though recently, Sophie had been trying to train her bladder so she could hold longer until she could last the whole three hours (whether it was to be a good employee, or just for fun, she wasn't sure).Today, her goal was to try and hold it up to the two hour mark. It wasn't going too well, though. It was only an hour in and she already really had to go. It was kind of her fault though, since she had forgot to pee before starting her shift, so it had been almost three hours since she used the toilet after getting up this morning. That wouldn't have been too bad on it's own, but she had also already sucked down almost her entire coffee, and her nearly empty cup stood in front of her almost tauntingly. She wasn't going to give up just yet though, even if she normally would have gone quite a while ago.But with all that coffee rushing through her system, Sophie's resolve only lasted barely another 15 minutes. Her poor bladder felt just about ready to explode all over her chair. If she didnt go now, Sophie worried she was about to make a mess right where she sat.She gingerly got up, ready to sneak over to her secret pee place, when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her manager, Veronica, riding up the otherwise empty lift. That was close. If she had been caught abandoning her post, she definitely would have been punished, or could even have lost her job. But her bladder was still at its breaking point, and Sophie didn't know how much longer she could delay relief.Veronica made it to the top of the lift and hopped off as they exchanged greetings. As she approached, Veronica asked "Are you okay Sophie? You look a little ... on edge today.""Yeah, I'm fine," Sophie lied. But in reality, her bladder was dying for a release as she tried not to wet herself in front of her boss. Sophie sat and crossed her legs as tight as she could, as Veronica began updating her on some changes they were making to procedures around the lift.The thing with Veronica is, she liked to talk. Like, a lot. This could have easily been a 5 minute conversation, but Veronica went on for easily 20 minutes, Sophie leaking slowly into her panties the entire time. At this point she was paying zero attention to her manager, completely focused on not losing control full stop. She just nodded every once in a while, pretending to be listening as she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could.Finally, Veronica's monologue came to an end as she began to shift around impatiently. "Well, I'd love to talk to you more, but I had a ton of coffee this morning and well, that stuff goes right through me! I have no idea how you guys last so long up here without a bathroom. I'd probably have to take a break in the woods!" Veronica joked, looking directly at Sophie's now empty cup of coffee.Sophie could just manage to fake a laugh as Veronica got back on the lift back down to the main resort to find a toilet.The second she was gone, Sophie had one thing on her mind. She had already leaked so much, the wetness glistening on her chair and the back of her jeans as she got up. Losing all that liquid hadn't helped her need in the slightest though. As she got up, she lost a big spurt into her pants, on the brink of soaking herself. There was no time to run to her normal hiding spot now.She did the only thing she could, yanking down her pants right there. Whatever control she had left was gone, her stream splattering onto the cold metal floor as her body shuddered with relief. Pissing had never felt this good, and Sophie made no effort to control the torrent gushing out of her and splashing everywhere. She didnt care if anyone saw her bent over, making a huge mess. She just had to let go.As the intensity finally passed its peak, Sophie sighed as her bladder began to slow down its assault. She had only needed to go that bad maybe once in her life before. Finally her stream slowed down to a trickle, as she took in a long, deep breath. God, it felt so good to finally relax her now empty bladder.But looking around, Sophie there was a wet spot on her chair, and the floor around her was covered in her pee. Not to mention the obvious wet spot in the crotch of her jeans. She had some cleaning up to do before anyone saw the mess she had just made.
  16. I thought I would come back with a story a female friend of mine told me awhile back. It was about Tammy ( 5”3, shoulder length dark brown hair, very skinny, tanish skin, glasses, Greek) and her roommate Megan (5"7, long lighter brown hair that she wears at the front that goes down to about her stomach, brown eyes, skinny like a twig all over). They go to a college not far from me and Tammy came to visit me one Friday. She was telling me that last Saturday the University was doing some work on some water pipes and that the water would be shut off from like 5AM until further notice for a few dorms. They told everyone to get their showers in the night before and that their toilets would only have one flush. Well she told me that she woke up that morning and as usual had to take her morning pee. Shortly after Megan woke up and they both just laid in bed on their phones. She said she noticed Megan had her legs up in the air and was jiggling them quiet frequently. It looked like Megan had also woken up with quiet a need to pee. Finally they got up and started to get dressed and such. She said her bladder pressure made it very difficult to bend over and such as she was used to peeing immediately after waking up. She noticed her roommate was also doing things such as pressing her legs together and crossing them together. It was obvious that both girls had missed out on their wake up pee. At one point Megan finally stated the obvious and said "I really really have to pee". Tammy responded that she did too but they just needed to get dressed and make it to the student center where they'd be able to use the bathrooms there. Megan at one point even pondered just peeing in the toilet and using the one flush, but they had both agreed to only use the one flush for as Tammy said "The other one, the one you um have to flush" she said blushing. So at this point they walked over to the student center, they were both walking very briskly and were obviously both in dire need of release. They got to the student center and quickly rushed into the bathrooms near the entrance. She said the took the first two stalls and quickly slammed the doors shut. She said she's never gotten herself on a toilet so quick and her roommate hit the seat immediately after. Immediately they both released a powerful stream of pee and she heard an audible sigh from the other stall. She said she peed for around 45 seconds with her roommate going around 10 seconds longer. They then both wiped and flushed. While washing their hands at the sink Megan said "Thank God, I had to go so freaking bad!" Tammy told me the relief was amazing. They then hung out in the student center the rest of the day with a working bathroom until the water came back on, to avoid any further "incidents".
  17. Hi guys! I’m back with another desperation and wetting story. This one happened quite recently about a week or so ago, so let’s jump into it! First of all I would like to apologize for my lack of content over the past few months, I’m a university student now and this period is really hectic with lots of things to do, my schedule is filled everyday and I have no time for omorashi. However the things I need to do are getting lesser day by day so hopefully I can find myself more time to indulge in omo and share my experiences with you guys. This happened a week ago. My schedule was really packed that day with lectures in the morning and afternoon. I woke up in the morning with a relatively full bladder; my roommate was done using the bathroom and I went in to relieve myself of a whole night’s worth of pee. After that I got dressed with black panties and black leggings, as well as a skirt on top of that all. I put on a bra and a matching shirt and proceeded to pack the stuff I need to get through the day. I packed my large bottle as well so I could get through the day while staying hydrated. Short description paragraph for those of you that may have forgotten my image: I’m 19 years of age, standing in at a petite height of 5’2 and weighing about 100 pounds (I really need to eat more). My bladder size is smaller than average so I fill up faster than most people. Blessing in disguise I guess? Back to the story. I had lessons all the way until 12pm, followed by a short lunch break of 30 minutes and another 2 and a half hour lecture. For unknown reasons I was really thirsty that morning and finished my whole bottle of water even before lunch break, which is about 50 oz. I got through the morning without much needing to pee despite that. By the time it was lunch break my need was only at a 3/10, nothing significant enough to worry about. The queue to get food was longer than usual, meaning I had no spare time to rest, let alone visit the bathroom and pee. I finished my food and drink in 10 minutes, then I refilled my 50 oz bottle in the cafe for the afternoon. It was already 5 minutes before the start of the lecture and I certainly did not want to be late. My friend bought me starbucks which I happily accepted, and went in the lecture hall. My need at that point was only a 3.5 or 4 out of 10 so peeing was not on my mind. In hindsight I had a lot of liquids in my system already. There was 50 oz from my bottle, around 10 more from the drinks I had during lunch, and 16 more in the starbucks. Although I did not feel it yet, they were certainly going to make themselves known by me. My small bladder is about to get punished harshly About an hour into the lecture I was starting to get bored, when my needs got more prominent. The need to pee at that point was at a 5 and I was starting to notice the effects of so much liquids that I consumed prior to that. I thought it was no big deal at that point as I could definitely hold it through the whole 2 hours, I have been in a similar situation of feeling the need to pee just after the lesson started. I put no thought to it and continued listening to the professor. An hour and a half into it and I was really starting to feel the effect of my bladder. My need has increased to a solid 6 and I was seriously doubting if I could make it out of the lecture comfortably. At this point I was being very optimistic to make it to the bathroom after the lecture with dry panties. I was certainly not planning on doing a hold that day but I got careless and ended up like this. I think my bladder was out of shape from a few months of not holding, so with the lack of practice naturally it can’t hold that much. I was starting to get fidgety in my seat from the need so I crossed my right leg over my left and pressed my thighs together in an attempt to subdue the urge. With half an hour to go my need has increased substantially to a 7.5, occasionally spiking to an 8. I was getting very fidgety and squirmy in my seat as I try to hold back the fluids in me from leaking out. My movements that point to hold it in was more frequent, squirming back and forth in my seat, crossing and uncrossing legs, bouncing knees and trying to grab my pee hole from my butt so it’s not that obvious. My friend sitting next to me who knows about my fetish noticed and asked me “Hey Kayla what’s wrong? You look like you are shaking all over” “Oh nothing’s wrong I’m just.. I’m just a little cold” I stuttered a reply while trying not to give away my need of the bathroom. “Do you need to pee?” She asked, having seen my tell-tale signs of desperation too often. I told her maybe just a little quietly and she gave me a naughty look, asking me to hold on. The lecture was finally over, but my need has further increased to a 9/10. After hearing that we are dismissed I was overjoyed that I can make a mad dash to the bathroom in my room; relief was near and I can avoid an embarrassing accident. I stood up after packing my stuff into my bag, which caused my bladder to contract. That movement released some pee into my panties, which I instinctively crossed my legs tightly and jammed a hand into my crotch to hold it in for a little longer, simultaneously dropping back into the seat to remain discreet. My friend gave me a weird look as she wished me good luck holding it back to my room. I began the walk back to my room where the bathroom was(my room had a bathroom which I shared with my roommate), peeing was my top priority now as I wanted to avoid an embarrassing accident. Fortunately for me my room was quite close to the lecture hall. I walked towards it with a full bladder while pausing occasionally to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together, to avoid losing control. I made it to the room without leaks except that first one which made my panties damp, and was surprised to see the door unlocked. My roommate was in the room for some reason unknown to me at that point, my need has increased to a straight 10 as relief was so near. I threw my stuff on the floor and dashed to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. I was horrified as I found myself locked out of relief. With legs crossed, a hand in crotch and bent over from desperation, I called out “Hey Daniella are you in there” while frantically trying to push the door open. My roommate told me she’s having a stomachache. “Please Daniella could you hurry up I’m literally about to piss myself here” I replied while pee dancing on the spot. My bladder opened up again as another leak came, this time bigger than the previous. I stuffed both hands into my crotch, grabbing my pee hole to stop the flow, but the wet spot was bigger. Lifting up my skirt to examine it I found the wet spot to be as big as a tennis ball on my leggings between my legs. After that my roommate told me to look for another bathroom if I was that desperate as she was going to need a while. With no choice I went on to look for another bathroom to pee. My bladder was absolutely screaming for me to empty her now, and leaked again. I felt my fingers in my crotch dampen as I squeezed my muscles back harder. I really could not hold it anymore and had to pee as soon as possible. I had to walk in such a way that there was constant pressure on my pee hole, so my need could be reduced ever so slightly. The downside is that I had to walk slower, and it looked like a waddle which would be embarrassing when people saw me. Finally I got to the next bathroom on campus, but was horrified to see a long line of about 10 girls! I was certain I could not hold that long so I had to look for another bathroom on level 2. As I was climbing the stairs I leaked again, and again, and again despite that hand on my pee hole. I leaked so much that the wet spot extended way past my butt and was starting to show up on the front, lucky for me I had the skirt to cover up a portion of it. I finally got to the bathroom but there were still 3 girls in line! Having no choice I joined the queue while pee dancing on the spot, with tightly crossed legs and bouncing around. The next leak told me I could not hold it anymore. All of my pride thrown aside, I walked up to the girl next in line, with a hand in my crotch I said “Please sorry I’m about to piss myself I can’t hold it anymore may I please please go in front of you” while turning bright red. She stared at me awkwardly but eventually agreed. My need increased tenfold, with relief being so near, but finally it happened. I heard a flushing sound and that was my bladder’s cue for relief. No matter what I did, the pee contained inside came gushing out. It was not a leak, not a dribble, but a total loss of control. I was peeing myself, standing next in line, the piss inside me came out full force with a hissing sound. It streamed down my leggings front and back, soaking my shoes and pooling around my legs. The girl in the bathroom came out, along with the 3 girls behind me in the queue, and watched me while I wet myself. I was humiliated but the relief felt amazing. After that I apologized profusely and went back to my room to have a shower and a change of pants and got along with my day. My roommate Daniella stared at my glistening wet pants and was quite compassionate about it, she helped me wash up. My friend saw a change of pants and assumed something too So that was my story! In the future I will have more time so hopefully I can spend more time doing holds. Stay tuned! Kayla
  18. They sure have some intriguing TV shows in Japan...this clip has some seriously desperate gals waiting for someone to come out of the bathroom. Some subtitles fortunately (and behind closed door farting). The show may be called "Crazy Concept".
  19. This is a story I have written based very loosely on real events and real people. Names have been changed (obviously) and most of it is pulled out of my own imagination. Not all of it though. Hope you enjoy. Its also my first story so any constructive feedback is appreciated to help me find my writing style. This story contains female wetting and messing. If there is any demand, I might release a version without the messing. It's not full on scat though. You have been warned. Part 1. The start of something beautiful. It was a glorious day when it happened. I was on a diving course, 11 guys and one girl learning to be commercial scuba divers through Herriot Watt University. 12 students in Orkney pissing up at night and diving all day. Naturally everyone gave Samantha a ridiculous amount of attention, all accept my own introverted self. Imagine my surprise at being buddied with her by the instructors. Lucky or what? And she was beautiful. Long raven black hair, mischievous brown eyes, full lips capable of the cutest little pout or the wickedest grin. And the body. At my 1.8 meters she stood as tall as my nose. Slight, tight little body, smallish breasts, legs showing off her runners physique and an ass that would give Kylie Minogue a run for her money. At 22 she was perfect. And normally I couldn't get near her. With all the others sniffing round, not to mention the instructors and the locals in Stromness where we were staying, I never stood a chance. Then the last week of May I got paired with her out of this blue. My previous buddy with hers. On the Wednesday it happened it was a normal day at the beach, week 3 of the five week course. Weather was dry and warm, or at least as warm as May got in Orkney. I had chatted more with her in three days than the time previous. I'd found out that she had a large family, was from the south of England and preferred metal music much like my own tastes. She was single and concentrating on the course then her final year at university. And she was fucking perfect. Stunning, funny, smart...... I was in love, no doubt about it. We were dressed in our usual rig for drysuit diving. Both in thermals, sweats and tee-shirts. Neither of us looked our best, hair and cloths damp and plastered all over after the first dive of the day. We were relaxing near the minibus having a light lunch waiting the hour or so before our next dive. As we lounged I could see her glance off to the small building at the end of the field we were currently in that contained the toilets we could use. I had learned (as I tend to note these things) that she would be visiting as soon as we were finished eating. She wasn't dancing yet but wasn't far off. We chatted, not about anything in particular but just generic chat designed to pass time. The kind of small talk that normally I hated. Like I said. Introvert. My other dive partner had learned to just let me eat and sit in quiet until we were ready to go in the water again. Not Sam though. She always wanted to talk. We finished our lunch and I expected her to shoot off for a visit to the lady's room but, as the conversation had turned to movies (a passion of mine) I had become more "animated" (as she later put it) so she decided to hold off. She was starting to fidget now but we still had 45 or so minutes. Or so we thought. A shout startled us from our talk about the merits of Indy 3 over 1. The radio had gone off. The boat was on the way back. The current two pairs had been kicked out the water by the lead instructor, Alex. They were coming in and he was pissed. Get ready, we are diving immediately. I saw a look of panic flash across Sam's face. She glanced to the toilets then back to me. "Do you think I have time?" she asked. I frowned. Glancing to sea I could see the rib already bouncing across the waves. "Maybe if you hurry?" She smiled gratefully (what a smile) and went to run off "Oy! You two get down the beach now, Al is coming in and sounds displeased". Robby, another instructor scuppered all her hopes with a single yell. She gave the toilets a longing stare then joined me in jogging to the beach. As the rib pulled up we lined up with the other students as Alex jumped out the boat and stormed up the beach. Que a 10 minute rant about standards, care and attention, awareness and anything else that popped into his head. Threats for 24 hr dive bans for all on top of the bans he handed out on the way in. All over the class idiot (my ex dive buddy) who had wily coyoted into the bottom trying a rapid decent. And though all of it Sam continued to squirm and fidget more and more. Nothing major yet, little flexes like she started to hold herself, a slow foot tap, a slight bead of sweat. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed but I saw the signs. When he finished his rant he glared at us. "Get your stuff and be geared up in 5”. I watched her face drop. No time to do anything. Not even to go behind the van and "pop a squat". She was in trouble now. In silence we jogged back to our spot, all our gear laid out. She eyed our suits. "Stu, I need to go to the loo. Please. I’m desperate." She was pleading with me. I glanced around. Fuck it. For her I could take another bollicking for being a few minutes late. "Quick, go behind the van, I can keep watch" I replied. "I can't!" She a hissed at me. She saw the confusion and hurt in my face. "Sorry, but I need more that a pee. I can't. Not hear. Help me please." "Ok. Run to the loo. I will tell Al we will be late. He can't ban all his dive teams for the day. Just hurry" "Thank you" she gushed as she turned to run off. "Oy! You two. Clock is ticking." She spun on the spot "Fuck you Rob" she cursed while looking around for some miraculous third option. "Just go" I said but she just smiled weakly as she grabbed her suit. "You know what he's like. He can and will ban all his teams and fuck us. Our own fault. Don't worry, I think I will be ok. After all, I'm an honour student. We don't have accidents. Come on. Its not that bad. A quick 30 min under then that’s us for the day." In silence we rigged up. Suit on, zipped up, set and weights strapped in place, hood, mask, the whole nine yards. As we walked down carrying fins and gloves, I could see the sweat on her head that had nothing to do with the gear. Waving to the other team ready to go we pushed through the surf to the boat. As we climbed in I could see her tense up. She saw my worried glance and shook her head slightly. Her breathing slowed as she concentrated on maintaining her poise and dignity. The ride out was the worst. Alex wasn't going slow as we bounced across the rising tide to the 21m marker bouy. Even I felt the jolts in my half empty bladder. As I looked up against the spray I saw her holding her breath, eyes screwed shut. As we slowed to the spot she started gasping. Her eyes flew open and she startled as she reached out and grabbed my arm. I saw a small tear roll down her cheek as she grimaced. She was starting to loose control. "Go" was the single barked command from Alex so we donned mask, gloves and fin before slipping into the water. We didn't hang around. A single fast decent to 21 meters, eyes glued to our gauges, gripping on to our survey gear to carry out a static photography survey of the bottom. I have to hand it to Sam. If it had been me I wouldn't have been anywhere near as co-ordinated. At the bottom we came to a perfect rest 1 meter off the bottom. In the distance was the slowly settling cloud of silt from the first team who incurred Alex's wrath for not being as slick at depth control. The second team was already swimming off, Alex in tow for their navigation exercise. We were alone for now. I grabbed my slate and pencil "You ok?" I wrote. She gave me the thumbs up signal signifying no problem. Not what I meant. We had already exchanged the standard check signals post decent. I pointed to my slate again. I could see her look at me across the half meter gap between us. "Lets get on with it" was her scribbled reply. I searched her eyes through our masks trying to tell but nothing. I shrugged and readied the gear. Fastest survey ever. 15 minutes we were done even with a few pauses by Sam. We finished and immediately ascended to the surface throwing our loose gear into the rib. As we clung on to the side, I whispered to her. "How you doing?" "I don't know. I think I might have peed a little. It might be the suit." Wishful thinking. I know her suit. Leaks at the wrists and left calf. Nothing crotch or thighs. "Don't worry about it." I whispered back. "10 min we will be back in. The other team should be up soon. Let’s climb in." She glanced at me with a smile that was difficult to figure out the emotion behind it. Then I realised. There was no way she would be able to climb into the rib without loosing control. "Uh... Just wait." I said sheepishly. I pulled myself in. Once in I gestured for her to pass me her set and belt. She slipped out of it and gratefully passed it to me. After pulling it in to the amused stare of Ian (todays boat driver) I offered my hands to her. With no gear or weights she was easy to pull up high enough that she could sit outboard of the boat and swing her legs in. Even that cost her. As Ian looked back to the expected surface point of team 2 I saw her drop to her knees, grabbing herself with both hands. She looked up to me with a look of such anguish that I nearly cracked right there. I dropped down next to her and put an arm around her. "Just a little bit longer. Those idiots will be up any minute. Bang into shore then you can go to the loos. Don't worry bout your gear. I've got it." "Thanks" she said through gritted teeth. Eyes screwed up she was breathing hard now, still clutching with both hands. She tried to straighten up, tried to slow her breathing but I could tell it was getting past the point of control. Embarrassed for her I stood up and joined Ian in looking out for team 2, giving her some of the privacy to regain control she must have so desperately wanted. After a few minutes they surfaced about 150m from the boat. Ian grinned and gunned the engine into lift. The rib vibrated as he set off, the sudden acceleration taking its toll judging from the gasp behind me. By the time we got to the three forms bobbing in the waves Sam had regained composure. Sitting on her heel on the back bench of the rib she was a picture of calm. Her red eyes explained by the saltwater that had us all a little bloodshot. Wet hair plastered down one side of her flushed face. A slightly sad smile on her lips. Her beauty really struck me then. God, even almost past the point of no return she managed to look hotter than hell. I joined in helping pull the team in then sat between them and Sam. As we drove for the shore (more sedately than the rollercoaster ride out) she leaned against my back, resting her forehead between my shoulder blades. Over the twin engines and the sound of wind and surf I heard her speak. "Thanks" was all she could say. After we pulled up, everyone piled out but us. Gear was pulled out around us and Ian gave us a look but I waved him off as they all disappeared up to the field. Behind me Sam stirred "Sorry about this Stuart." She whispered. As she stood up it seemed like she was going to try one last attempt to hold on but she was defeated. With a single sob she stood tall and finally her grip on her bladder broke. Even through the suit I could hear the hissing as she let go. Her face flushed red as she once again screwed her eyes shut. After about 10-15 seconds I saw her relax and the expression changed to one of bliss as the hissing increased. For an eternity I looked at her as she wet herself. I could imagine the hot pee jetting out of her, soaking panties, long johns and joggers to pool in the feet of her suit. I couldn't look away if you paid me. The bliss on her face was perfect, right down to the slight bite on her lip. When she finally stopped we stood for another minute lost in our own world. Then her eyes flew open. She grabbed at me. "Help me get to shore. Now" she commanded "Ok, grab your set and I'll......" "No" she cut me off. "I told you... I need more than a pee" she finished in a quiet little voice. Oh. Yeh. "Ummm, ok. Here". I jumped out the boat, our gear forgotten. I offered my hand and helped her up the beach and to the entrance of the field. 150 or so meters was the loo block (and a single lockable shower) and her salvation from complete humiliation. We slowly made our way up the dirt track, past all the others now relaxing before group 3s final dive, past the vans. As we passed our spot she barked "bag" and I grabbed her bag with its change of clothes. We carried on to the small brick building before us but it was too late. As we rounded the side to the entrance (thankfully now shielded from view) she stopped dead. Stiffening up, the grip on my arm tightened up to beyond painfully. Even through my drysuit I could feel her nails dig in as the last bit of control left her. She gasped and doubled over. She was now clutching at her ass with her free hand, thrust between her legs. She groaned and went red in the face. At this point I wasn't even sure if she was still fighting or just getting it all out, finishing completely going to the toilet in her outfit. She stayed like that for several minutes, breathing hard, slightly hunched up, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. After and age she slowly released her grip on me then straightened up. "Fuck. Why today?" she gasped. "Why now?" She looked up at me "why you?" She asked before bursting into tears. She clutched me and without thinking I pulled her into a tight hug. "It’s ok" I whispered into her ear. "It’s ok. It happens. It’s ok". We clung together for several minutes her sobbing and me just saying anything to make her feel better, telling her its ok over and over. As she finally regained composure she pushed me off. "Stop. This isn't ok. Not even close. This doesn't just happen to girls my age. To no one my age. FUCK" a final shout to vent her feelings. She turned to leave but I reached out and grabbed her shoulder. "Don't be stupid" I said to her clear surprise. "You’re hardly the first person to have an accident you know. You probably aren't even the last in Scotland this hour. It ok" "Oh come on. How many other people do you know who has even had such a humiliating accident as this?" She asked. I decided to go for broke. "You think this is humiliating?" I asked "try wetting yourself in front of about 100 or so people. At least I'm the only one to know and I won't be telling anyone about this, I swear." She looked at me now with curiosity. "When did you do that?" "Download festival last summer. A day of drinking, running to the massive que for the porta loos and not making in in time. Light urban combats that went dark and clinging when wet. Everyone saw, everyone laughed. That was humiliating. Trust me, this doesn't compare." "Wow" was all she could say, eyes wide. Then her face slid into her naughty little grin. "Ok. You may have me beat on the humiliation scale but at least you didn't crap yourself. Or did you?" "Not then no" was my grinned reply. "Wait, so when did you then?" Dammit. I let that slip. I sighed. "Also last year. Not drunk, just coming off antibiotics that had me stopped up. I finished the course and so did nature. I was out shopping when I just had to go. Nothing nearby and by the time I got to a nearby MacDonnalds it was too late. Luckily I was wearing loose combats again and at least I didn't pee myself. I managed to hide it, walked back to my car and drove home sat on a plastic bag." She goggled at the last bit "That must have been.......a sticky situation." With that lame joke she burst into laughter that had her bending over again clutching at her stomach. At least she wasn't crying again. Her laughter was infectious. I started to giggle. "Laugh it up" I said. "You’re the one who still has a clean-up operation to do." She straightened up and looked at me, eyes full of tears of mirth instead of embarrassment. She sobered up a bit, clearly worried again. "Look," I started. "Your suit will need a wash. Whip it off and chuck us it hear. I'll wash it under the hose and leave it to dry inside out. No one will know. You can clean up and change in the shower. If anyone asks about your behaviour just tell them you felt sick and had to run." That evil little grin again. "Whip it off you say? How daring Stu. If I didn't know better I'd say you just wanted to see me all wet and messy." "What makes you think I don't?" I replied, a mischievous grin of my own. Then I froze as her eyes widened. Shit, did I just say that? Her eyes narrowed as she turned away. She glanced back over her shoulder, face split with a grin again. "Unzip me" she purred. I gulped and stepped up. One smooth motion and her suit was opened up. She bent over to let her pull the top off her head. As she stood up she whipped her hair back. She glanced back. "Thanks" she said before starting to bend over again. This time she slowly peeled off the suit. What a sight. As it pulled down passed her clingy black T-shirt her grey sweats were exposed. From halfway up to her waist band all the way down to the cuffs, the thick, drenched and darkened material clung to her body. The contours of her perfect ass with its bulge the size of a softball, of her shapely legs free to view. As she stepped out of the legs the sucking sound as her soaked cotton socks pulled free from the small pool in each made her giggle again. Her scent hit me next. A soft smell of girl pee with a darker earthy undercut of her poop. Not unpleasant. Not at all. She spun round almost bouncing in place. "Whats the damage she asked, looking down at herself now, trying to twist on the spot to assess everything. From the front it was glorious. Her wet clothes clinging tight against her body, soaked out almost to her hips, only a thin strip down the outside dry and safe. I gulped again. Then grinned at her. "Apart from a bulge and the obvious wetness, nothing visible on the joggers. They might get away with just a rinse for now. Whip them off" I said in my most commanding voice. She mock glared at me, eyes flashing with a curious and unexpected intent that was becoming more obvious to both of use as the scenario played out. "Hmmm. I think your right" she spun to face away again and put her hands to the waistband. Again, the slow sensual peel off of the wet material. Underneath, her tight longjohns we dark red all over, beads of pee being released to run down the saturated material by her movements. The bulge, much more obvious, was nestled between her peachy little cheeks, still no staining visible to further darken the material. She kicked off the sweats to a damp heap on top of her suit. "Done" she said with a breathy voice, spinning around, her breathing fast and shallow now, matching my own. Both of us were getting flushed again and if it wasn't for my suit still zipped around my body, my excitement would be obvious for anyone who cared to look. And from her quick glances she was trying to look. "Long johns next" I almost whispered to her. She nodded and turned denying me the view of the tight red material clinging to her, contouring her pussy perfectly. As her hands moved to her waistband she paused. This would be the big one for her, for both of us. She started to pull then stopped, glanced back at me. Her eyes held a strange expression as she saw the obvious hunger in my own eyes. She turned away again and the tight thermals started their slow decent down her legs. The light blue lacy waistband preceded her now translucent white cotton French knickers. A large dark solid mass of poop dragging them down slightly now they were free from the thermals keeping everything tight against her smooth milky white skin. As she bent further over the mass hid anything else from view but who was I to complain. Her legs were as perfect as I imagined marred only by a thin scar on her right calf. Muscles flexed as she was now bent fully over before pulling first one leg then the other free of her last layer and her socks. She stood up suddenly spinning and, in one smooth move, pulled off her T-shirt as she stood. Again the hair whipped back (who doesn't love the long wet hair look) and her tight, toned flat stomach and abs were exposed above her panties, the tight dark strip of her pubic hair visible seeming to invite the eyes down to her lips below. My eyes dragged up, her arms now folded just below the swell of her b cup breasts, pushing those perky mounds together under a matching white cotton bra trimmed in blue lace. Her nipples where obvious, hardened and proud under the tight material. She shook her head, letting her hair fall to brush against them, the wetness dampening and tuning the bra as tantalisingly see through as the panties. Nipples small and dark against the white skin. Her face was red as she looked at me, watching me take it all in. Eventually our eyes met. "Stunning" I breathed. Her blush deepened. "Im like a naughty little girl, wet and messy" she replied, eyes down. "Never. I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful as you look now." She smiled back up to me. Her arms separated and she stepped into my offered embrace. Our lips met, the kiss soft at first but swiftly developing into a fierce, lust filled move. My hands ran down her back and through her hair, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Her leg moved up my hip to circle around me and my other hand dropped lower. Cupping her ass, fingers brushed against her bulge. That was enough to push it against her sweet little rose bud. She pulled back. "Do it" she moaned as she dove back into the kiss. I wasted no time in cupping the bulge of her firm movement, squashing it slightly, mashing it up against her ass. Still kissing I felt rather than heard her moan again. Her pussy was grinding down onto my thigh now, both her hands around my back and shoulders pulling herself in tighter and tighter. We were lost to the world right then. Even as I felt her tense up, her breath coming in short ragged gasps, I felt my own orgasm start to build just from her rubbing against my body, my erection tight between us under my now cursed suit. As she clung to me, shaking in her release I heard a hissing as the final remnants of her bladder released. My probing fingers pushed deeper, catching the last of her stream through her panties. As my finger tips brushed her waiting lips below she squealed as a second orgasm hit her. Her back arched, head pulled away from me, exposing her breasts again, her pee running down my suit. I didn't hold back and gasped as my own release hit me like a train. As cum pumped into my briefs I bit back my own yell as Sam gasped loudly, panting as she started to come down from her cloud of bliss. We clung together for what seemed like an hour. Eventually she looked up at me. She almost looked ready to cry. "God. You have no idea how much I wanted this. Maybe not like this, but me and you." Her voice was deep from her short breath as she pushed her face into my chest. "For my first time I wanted it to be you. I liked you since we met. The others all think they can spin a gash little story and get into me but you never tried that. Never would. I could tell you were shy but interested. I wanted you. I hoped being buddys could lead to something. I never imagined it would be like or as good as that though" "This scenario wasn't on the cards then?" "No" she snorted with laughter. Then she turned her head up to me. "It's not something that turns you off is it?" "Let's just say this could be something we could explore together maybe". She grinned. That cheeky little grin that turns me to jelly. "Hmmm. Maybe. I might need to shop for more underwear though if I keep this up though. And you". I nodded. "When you said first?" "Umm. Yeh." She looked down and away. "I'm 22. It must be weird to still be a virgin". I pulled her back into a hug. "Not really. I’m the same age and not exactly a top shagger." Another snort of laughter. "I'm not a virgin but I'm not that experienced. Two girlfriends to date and with neither did I dare share what we just did" "Well, me anyway" Sam said, pushing off me again. She stepped back, letting me look at her again. "I expect catch up" she growled in mock fierceness, her finger jabbing at my chest. All I could do was nod, once again struck dumb by her beauty. "Tonight. Tonight we get some dinner, just us, then we find a quiet pub in town and see were the night goes. Sound good?" she finished, bouncing again slightly on the balls of her bare feet, still standing in the small puddle of her second "accident". "Dinner. Drinks to charge up, then catch up. I think I can do that. Then, maybe another first?" A coy little look in reply, eyes flashing under dark lashes. "It's a date!" She said before grabbing her nearby bag and dodging into the shower unit to clean up, leaving me to handle the rest. ______________________________________________________________________________________ More to come. Next chapter will be a first, very wet, date.
  20. I was recently playing Melissa Explains it All, reliving the good ole days, when I started thinking: are there any other games like this? I’m not sure if this is the right place to ask this question, but does anyone know of any games similar to Melissa Explains it All? I love the storytelling/ omorashi elements incorporated into one interactive game, and I’d love to see anything similar! ??
  21. I am not a native speaker, but i still hope the story is worth reading. I don't know if part I made it into that forum, so these are part 2-4. If part 1 appeared somewhere in the forum , a friendly and helpful admin may put these threads together? - Thanks! Part 2 A few month after that small accident at the gym and a few weeks after her last exams, Laura was looking forward to meet with her friends. This evening she wanted to meet her good friends Miriam and Johnny, to watch a film in the city's cinema. Miriam and Anna were a bit nerdy when it comes to films and movies. They both were big Tolkien fans and so they wanted to see the film The Hobbit. Its been a while and “The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey” premiered just a few days before. So the girls were really exited. And Johnny...? Well Johnny never cared about anything too much. Not even about the fact, that his name wasn't Johnny after all, but he didn't liked the name Ephraim and so he called himself Johnny. He was a guy with a real rebel attitude. He was a bit small but sturdy guy. He had radically short hair and a really rakish stile. He had that kind of dark jewish humor and a really big mouth. Anna knew him since they both were small, even since then he was always up for some trouble. When Anna had asked him, he just nodded and said “' Got nothing else to do..! I will come with you” Before they wanted to meet each other at Miriam' s home, Anna was working out at the gym. She arrived a bit too late and all sweaty in her sport outfit. When Miriam opened the door she wrinkled her nose and moaned, “Uhh Anna! Are your serious? You will not go to the cinema in your sweaty sport pants, will you?!” “Shut up Miriam! I will hit your shower and got some spare clothes with me. Is Johnny here already?”, Anna replied angrily. “Johnny? On Time? - Like he would care.” Miriam rolled her eyes. So Anna head for the shower and took off her sweaty stuff. Anna enjoyed along warm shower. When she finished the shower, she dried herself off, did some quick make up and grabbed a fresh, black sports bra and pulled on a pair of tight pink boy-shorts, that perfectly fit her nice ass. Just wearing her underwear and a drying her hair with a towel,when she went back into the living room. “Miriam? When do you want to leave?” , she called for her friend. “ Hey, never expected you to wear pink panties! It fits you well, Anna!”, said a rough manly voice. “WHAT THE!?”, Anna shrieked in shock and tried to cover her body with the towel, “JOHNNY! LOOK AWAY- YOU JERK!” But Johnny, who was sitting on the couch, just smiled and said; “Why should I? The view is quiet delightful!” “Look Away or I will beat you up, Johnny!”, Anna growled and picked up her tight jeans. She quickly pulled up the light blue, skintight jeans. She really had too pull strongly and jumped up and down, hardly getting the tight jeans over her butt. Johnny was just sitting on the couch and watched her it with a kinky smile. “ Nice Ass, Anna! Never noticed that!” “ And I never noticed, that you're such a dick!”, Anna replied and tried to stay angry. But she felt some kind of flattered. She always liked Johnny and it wasn't a bad feeling to earn some aroused views. And for some reason, she was a bit turned on by that stupid guy. So she quickly started to giggle and posed a bit for him, shaking her ass and giving herself a light slap on the cheek. She slowly slipped into a black t-shirt, squeezed her little tits and giggled. Her skinny jeans were so tight, that even a sexy pantyline was showing. “By the way... where is Miriam?” Anna asked; “Is she gone already?” “Näh! She's in her room.. Doing make up and something like that..” Johnny smiled, “Guess it will take a while, you know her.” And it really took ages... When Miriam was finally ready, they were already running late. So they jumped into the car and Johnny rushed to the cinema. “Hurry up! We need the tickets! They will sell our preordered ones, when we're too late.” Miriam hurried. “You were the one taking soo long!”, Anna grumbled ; “And I need a toilet first” “We got no time for that, or do you wanna miss the film, cause of your tiny bladder?” Miriam answered in an annoyed mood and Anna didn't want to start a fight. So they quickly bought her tickets, some soft drinks and snacks and went into the hall. It was really full and they had luck to find a the last three seats in the middle. Anna and Miriam were really exited, they really where huge fans. During the first one and a half hour, Anna nearly forgot her urge to pee. But when the last half hour went on, she really had to go. She crossed her legs and pressed her knees together. After a few minutes the urge was getting stronger and her nice butt was rocking back and forth in the seat. After another few minutes she couldn't even sit still anymore. “Oi, Anna..” Johnny bent over to her and whispered in a concerned voice; “Is everything okay?” “No... I... I really have to pee”, she answered silently and her face turned slightly red; “ I mean... I' am really bursting..” “Are you kidding? So go to the toilet, Silly.” Johnny shook his head in disbelief. “No Way! I don't wanna miss the final scene. I mean... It's the Hobbit, right? I will go after the film.. I can hold it that long”, Anna replied. Johnny just smiled and watched her, while she was rocking back and forth in her seat and obviously hold her hand on her crotch. When the film was finally over, Anna hurried to the girls toilet. She expected a line, but just found a large red sign “OUT OF ORDER” “Whats wrong, Anna? Need a pee?”, giggled Miriam gleeful; “Strong Anna with a weak bladder?” “Shut up, Miriam... I'm nearly bursting right now!” Anna replied in desperation, “Can we hurry, Please!?” “Hrm? Oh Sorry.. I am going to meet Michael outside.. But may Johnny can bring you home?”, Said Miriam and left them, to meet her stupid boyfriend. “what a bitch...”, thought Anna. “Sure.. let's hurry, Anna..” Johnny looked at her pitying, “ Can you make it?” “I.. hope so!” Anna didn't seem too confident about it, but they hurried towards the car. But after they left the cinema, crossed the main road and entered a side street, every step became a torture for Anna. Out of a sudden, she felt a few hot drops of urine trickled into her panties. She just stopped and her eyes opened in shock, when she felt the growing warm wetness inside her panties. “Urgs Sh..it!”, she gasped, her face turned red and tears filled her eyes; “Johnny..! Wait ..!” Johnny turned around and watched her with a mixture of concern and arousal, “Anna? Everything all right? “ “No its not! I... I... “ her voice was shaking; “I.. can't hold it any longer!” He looked down at her crotch. Anna couldn't hold it back any more and a huge spurt escaped into her panties, soaking them and forming an embarrassing wet patch on her light blue tight jeans. “Ohh...Noo!”, she cried out, when her bladder finally gave up. Within seconds, the dark wet patch was growing on her crotch and expanding towards her legs and up to her nice ass. For a few seconds, a real river was running down her slim legs and forming a puddle between her sneakers. “Well... that... was.. really hot.” Johnny seemed a bit confused, while he watched her in disbelief. “Hot..? I.. I just wet myself!” Anna replied and started to cry. But then Johnny grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards him, giving her an hot kiss right on her tasty lips. She has known him for years! In the hole time, they were just best friends.. and without a warning, he just kissed her. He kissed her and it felt soo good and simply right. She felt is rough hands on her wet ass, squeezing her tightly. She laid her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. For a few seconds, she felt only his strong hands on her but and his lips on her own lips. But then he released her from his hold. “ I should bring you home... or you`ll catch a cold.” he said with a lovely smile. “y..Yeah .. Your right, I guess..” Anna nodded. At the car, Johnny laid a plastic bag over Anna's seat and brought her home safely. Anna turned towards him, bent over and kissed him again and said, “You know... You can come upstairs into my room, if you like.. And stay overnight. “ Part 3 A few weeks later Johnny became her first real boyfriend. A he was quiet good one, much better than anyone would have expected. Caring, gently and protecting. He always made her laugh, when she was upset and never failed to make her feel good. So even after a few weeks she nearly moved into his flat. Most days of the week, she spend with him. She generously ignored the chaos, the football banners and even developed some sympathies with his old school punk music. Johnny was sitting on his bed, a laptop on his belly, hammering something into the keyboard, when she arrived after a hard workout at the gym. She wore some green workout tights and an old, worn gray hoodie on her chest. Her hair and her body where all sweaty when she arrived. Johnny looked up and smiled,“Hey Honey! Why do you never shower at the gym?” “Tzz! I do... Sometimes! But I jogged the whole way back..!”, she replied pertly, “And guys like you shouldn't talk about smell, you know?”Then she smiled and walked towards the bed, bending over it and giving him kiss. “What you're doing there anyhow? Beating up your Laptop?” “No, I am writing an essay for the universities qualification...”, he replied and tried to concentrate on his work, “I really need to get this done..” “Ohh soo you won't need no distraction, right?” she smiled naughty and took of her hoodie; “'cause you had to do something, right..?” She bent over again and squeezed her nice small tits in her tight black sports bra, moaning a bit. He looked up and bit his lip, watching her move her body, glittering with sweat. “I really need to get this done, Honey...” he grumbled, but couldn't get his eyes of her. She smiled wickedly and said “Ohh I dropped something!” Then she bend over and stick out her nice little butt, the visible pantyline reveled that she was wearing some cheeksters underneath her tight green sportpants. Then she went back to the bed, bend over it and said, “Do you want something of these..?”, while she gave her left cheek a slight slap. “Uhh..Yes.. I really want to..” said Johnny now totally distracted. “ Too bad you won't get it!” Anna said and jumped back from the bed, “Got Ya!” While Johnny grumbled and shook his head in disbelief, she just went out of the room, but not without moving her hips as sexy she could. After that she head for the bathroom. She drank a lot during her workout and really needed to go, besides a shower was necessary. When she took the doorknob to enter the bathroom, she felt a strong hand grabbing her hips and pushing her towards the wall.” I thought you got something to do?”, she said with an wicked smile,” And I told you, that you wont get nothing” “I Know... And that's really bad! You're such a villain. Using your powers for the evil..”, he replied with an evil grin. “So what?”, she smiled superior. But than he pushed his thumbs into her hips, in a circular motion he moved them downwards, slightly rubbing her bladder. “Uhh Don't!”, she gasped in a mixture of desperation and pleasure:” I.. really need to go...” “ I know.. but villains like you, need to be punished, right?” he smiled and just went on rubbing his thumbs against her bladder. She tried to push him off, but the felt so powerless. That pleasure was overwhelming. She didn't wanted to piss herself and tried to prevent it, but then the first spurt of warm urine went into her panties. She bit her lip and moaned loudly. Then another, bigger spurt soaked her panties completely and formed a small dark patch on her crotch. “looks like the evil villain couldn't hold herself anymore, hmm?”he said amused. Then a full stream was running down her tights, soaking them completely. The piss was dripping on her running shoes, the floor and his bare feed. He grabbed her by her hips, lift her up and carried her into the bathroom. With a heavy breathing he watched her last spurts running down her soaked green sport tights. He grabbed her shoulder and bend her over the edge of the bathtub. After pulling down her wet tights and soaked black cheekers, he pushed himself inside her. She moaned in full pleasure, when he done her from behind. It was a quick but intense one. They both came contemporaneous. When he was done, he took a towel to clean himself up, while Anna dropped to the floor totally exhausted. He just smiled, went to one knee and gave her a quick kiss before he left her on the floor. She never felt that kind of exhaustion after her workouts... And she really needed a shower right now... Part 4 Johnny looked into the mirror and shook his head in disbelief. “This is a joke, right?” he lifted his eyebrow and looked suspiciously towards Anna; “You're not serious, are you?” He looked back into the mirror. He was wearing a white linen cloth shirt and a old fashioned dark red vest, some matching Knickerbocker-like pants. His shoes looked like giant feed with some brown fur on top of it. “So... I am a Hobbit?” he was shocked by his own look, “You made me go to a fucking nerdy comic convention... Dressed like a hobbit?” “You agreed to come with me!” she explained with an large grin on her face, “ And I told you, that we would dress up.. So take this wig. There are no bald Hobbits in the shire.” “there are no tattooed ones ether, are they?” He lifted his right arm, where a big tattoo was showing, the emblem of the football club Ajax Amsterdam; “So I will be the first skinhead-Hobbit in fucking Mordor.” “They live in the Shire...! No Hobbit would live in Mordor.. that's where Sauron is..!” She explained to him, like it was a totally normal and serious matter of fact. “Well.. But why do I have to look like an 19th century Irish drunkard with hairy feed and your costume is like.. A sexy archer?” Johnny complained heavily. “ I`m a Ranger of Gondor! Not an archer..” she corrected him. Anyhow it was a real sexy outfit. She wore a light brown leather chest armor, a long green cloak with a hood, some nice brown high boots and a really hot, skinny brown leather pants. On her back, she had a quiver and a bow, a dagger on her belt. Untypically Anna's blonde long hair was falling openly on her shoulder. It was a big difference between her normal sporty stile of clothing. But with a fine and well trained body like hers, she looked good just gorgeous. “Why do you have a weapon and I only got... Shitty fur on my feed? May I have a Baseball bat?” he liked the look of her costume, but really hated the idea to go to a Nerd convention. He was a football fan, interested in football, punk music, beer and stuff like that. Being a Hobbit, wasn't his biggest dream after all. “Of course not! Hobbits don't do that..” she rolled her eyes and bent over to tie up her boots. Johnny shove away her cloak, to give her a little smack on her ass. The clapping sound was just hilarious. “IEKS!” Anna shrieked, “Hobbits don't do that neither!” Johnny laughed at her protest and turned around into his room, a few moments later he came back with a Shillelagh in his hands. “What the...?” Anna lifted her eye-brow. “When I have to walk around like a Irish drunkard, I will be armed like one.” he explained and laid his hand on her butt cheek again, squeezing her tightly. “ Damn.. that's such a fine ass, my sweet Archer-Girl” “I am a Ranger.... of.. Gon...!”, she wanted to protest, but he just passed her and head out of the flat. It was a nearly 3 Hour ride till they arrived at the Convention. An old sports hall, full of nerdy people and things. It was like some kind of limbo for Johnny. Long skinny guys dressed up like Elfs with plastic elfish ears, nearly half of the other guys where dressed like Frodo or Gandalf. And a few beer benches and old tables, that supposed to be “the prancing Pony”. Johnny had no idea what this was all about. For him this film wasn't even a good one and he never read the book anyhow. He loved those old Scorsese films, like Mean Streets, Taxi Driver and Raging Bull. He really felt a bit out of place. But there were too things that kept him there. At first there was, his smoking hot girlfriend in her sexy archer costume... Or Gardian.. or Ranger or what ever. He couldn't even kept his eyes away from that sexy ass or her nice little tits for more than three minutes. For that girl, he would go through this hell. The second thing was his discovery, that it was possible to smoke weed with his nerdy Hobbit-Pipe. After two Pipes and nearly endless seeming five hours in that smelly sports hall, Johnny nearly beat up a plus sized Legolas for reproving him, that a pot smoking bald Hobbit was just implausible. Anna really enjoyed herself. She brought herself some stuff, participate at a tombola, listened to the live music and drank at least three bottles of some “Hobbit Brew”. It was just some Heineken Beer with a cheap label stick on the bottle, but still tasty. To be honest, it was just a small event and didn't seemed to be very professional, but still she enjoyed herself. But after five hours and three bottles, Anna was getting tired. So they left the convention and drove home. “Are youuu... Shure you can stilll drive, Johnny?” asked Anna tipsy; “ Aand you're a reaallly cute Hobbit! You Know?!” “I am pretty sure, that I can drive...” Johnny answered; “But I don't think we should ask the police about it.” Johnny wasn't numb anyhow. It's been a while since he smoked his last pipe and the high was gone for hours. While they drove home, Anna felt a sleep three times. Johnny was a bit irritated, how could a girl like Anna, be tough and sporty on the one hand, but geeky and nerdy on the other. And the most irritating observation was, that Anna could nearly lift her own weight but three beers knocked her out cold. After two and a half hours ride, Anna woke up again and started to slip from one side of her seat to the other side, biting her lip. She was rubbing her knees together, so her leather pants were squeaking a bit. “ Don't tell me that my little elite archer need to pee..?” Johnny looked at her slim legs rubbing against each other and grinned a bit; “Shall I head for the next restroom?” “Näääh! I don't wanna go pee on a highway potty! Were home soon, right?” Anna mumbled; “.. And I am a Ranger...! You hear...? A Ranger.. And Rangers don't pee themselves, you silly Hobbit!” During the last minutes of the ride, Anna turned visibly desperate. She pushed her hand between her legs and couldn't even sit still anymore. Johnny knew, that she was absolutely bursting right know. When they finally arrived at home, Anna jumped out of the car, leaving her cloak, quiver and bow at the car. She rushed to the door and jumped from one food to another. Johnny watched her hopping up and down, next to the door. He couldn't look away from her tits jumping up and down under her light leather chest. He just stood there and watched her for a few seconds. “Johnny! Please hurry! I am about to leak!” she plead; “Open up the door quickly!” She felt a painful urge and bend over. While she bend over, Johnny could guess a slight pantyline through her pants and couldn't help to watch her Pee Pee dance. While she tried her best to keep her pants dry, the Hobbit Brew wanted to get out of her. She pressed her both hands on the crotch of her leather pants and hopped up and down again. But she couldn't help it. A small spurt escaped and she could feel the hot pee dampening her panties. She bit her lips and tried so hard to stop the flow, but there was no chance. Another larger spurt followed the first one and then the hole dam broke. She felt the pee filling up her pants. The wetness quickly spread over her ass and up to her waist. “Uaarghs...!” she huffed. “ Shit! I..I am peeing myself!” While Johnny, the horny Hobbit, couldn't help to watch her doing so. A small trickle went down her pants seam and tripled to the ground. But the warm wet pee was running down her slim and sexy legs inside of her pants and quickly filled her boots. After a few moments the wetness pressed itself through the thin leather and formed a dark patch on her ass and crotch. There she was, standing next to the door and totally wetting her Rangers armor. She felt his hand on her hip, moving down towards her wet and warm ass. She felt his fingers rubbing over the leather, grabbing her firm cheeks underneath. His hand moved up to her waist again and slipped into her pants. Her panties were totally soaked. She turned towards Johnny and whispered dejectedly and still a bit tipsy: “ I... brought up shame to the Rangers of Gondor..” “Well...” Johnny shook his head, “ I guess it happened to a lot of them during that one battle, when the orcs beat them up?” He tried to lift her up with a warm smile. “You mean the battle for Osgiliath?” she also smiled, while he opened the door. “ Yeah.. Sure.. May a caring Hobbit gave that poor Ranger some shelter after her.. embressing Accident?” He smiled suggestively and gave her a loving kiss. “And... how did the ashamed ranger awarded her fur-footed Hero?” She answered aroused. “ Maybe... Some hot Human-Hobbit Sex?” He grinned naughty “ Well.... but you have to leave these furry feed on!” she laughed loudly. …
  22. So I found this on YouTube. Not sure if someone mentioned this video before. Anyways. This is gold.