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  1. I'm starting this discussion thread for chapter 2 of the Omo Alex web comic. I also post the finished pieces in the Omorashi Doujin section, but I also like to post in the forms since it usually takes a few days for new images to get approved and displayed in the Doujin section. Plus, posting it in the forums lets me preserve ordering and post additional concept art. Let me know your thoughts, I'm always looking for more ideas to incorporate into the comic 😀
  2. It's a slow beginning but I'm hoping to build it into a bigger story with multiple chapters, so I had to do a bit of a set-up first. Do suggets changes or improvment. "An exciting opertunity has just come up." Sgt. Jeffords adressed the squad gathered in the briefing room. "A interagency manhunt needs people to man a survailance of a dropspot. Is anyone interrested?" Amy's hand had shot up the second Interagency had been uttered. Any oppertunity to add to her already impressiv resume would be welcomed and she had wanted to improve her stakeout skills for some time. "Amy you know how highly the Captain and Myself think of you and your ability as a detective. But this might be a job more suited for a male detective." Sgt Jeffords explained. "The hell's that supposed to mean?" Rosa spoke from the back. "Amy can do the job of everyone here twice over" Never had Amy seen a person walk into a new job and get away with the things Rosa did. At this moment she had her legs on the desk she was sitting at. Amy had not really gotten the chance to talk to this new hire, as Rosa had only been at the 99 for a few weeks and didn't seem like the kind of person who enjoyed small talk. Still, Amy had suddently gotten a lot of new respect for her colleage. Women cops and especially detective were few and far between. It was nice to know someone had her back. "Yeah, I can do as good a job as anyone here" Amy found herself spured on by Rosa and decided to openly question her superiors decision. Something that she would have never considered before. "Yeah!" Charles jumped to the oppertunity the cheer something. "It's not a matter of your ability" Jeffords franticly tried to explain himself as to not appear to believe his female detectives weren't just as capable as the males of the 99th disctrict. "Jeffords, Amy and I are going to do this and we are going to crush it" Rosa's intensity made it perfectly clear there wasn't any reason to argue but Terry wanted to at least explain his position. "Alright it's yours. But the survailance sit is upstate, pretty deep inside a national park -without facilities. I'll give you a more detailed brief. Everyone else is dismissed" Jeffords got grabbed a few papers from his stack and went to grab a whiteboard while the briefing room emptied. Amy had suddently become unsure that she had made the right decision. It would be a fantastic oppertunity and she wanted to show everyone that Rosa had been right - she could do everything the other detectives and officers could. Excempt what might come in real handy on a stake-out in a big forrest. Pee outside just as easy as inside. "Good luck, Santiago" Peralta teased on his way out of the room followed up by Charles's "Woooo, girl power!" "What was that about?" Rosa put a hand on Amy's shoulder. "Oh that's just Charles. He loves to cheer." Amy said turning to her new partner. "I've noticed. But what did Jake mean?" "Oh nothing he's just a bit of an jokester" Rosa's grumble didn't sound to convinced but Jeffords interrupted any chance she had to dig into what ever Amy was hiding. "Before we begin, do you understand why I say what I say? I don't want any of you to believe in anyway I don't think as highly of you two, as I do of anyone else here. Higher usually." Jeffords had taken a seat across the table from Amy. "I know Terry" Amy assured him. She didn't want there to be any bad feelings between them as he was the best sergant she had been assigned to in her time with the NYPD. "But that doesn't mean you should assume not having facilities is anymore of an obsticle for us than the guys here" Rosa needed to make sure she hadn't once again been dropped somewhere to be a pretty face in the office. That wasn't why she became a detective. "And that's on me. To be honest, I wanted to pick you two specefically for this but I didn't want to throw you into a forrest alone if you weren't comfortable with it." Jeffords stod and walked over to the whiteboard. "Shall we get started?" ------- Besides the location it was a very normal stake-out. Local police had caught a mule who gave up a drop spot used by a gang of drugtrafficers. Rosa and Amy had to man a small camp setup by parkrangers overlooking the shelters and report any coming and goings. Next team would relieve them after 2 days. They would drive up friday morning, relieve the previous team at 2pm and get relieved sunday at 2pm. ------- Friday morning Amy went through the notes about the mission again while she drank her coffee. She never really drank coffee in the morning but she had a feeling she was going to need it today. Because she normally woke early it had only been 30 minutes less sleep she had gotten but they defiently made a difference. She glanced over to the packed bags by her door. It wasn't long until she had to head out the door to the precinct to meet up with Rosa and hit the road. She couldn't let go of the feeling that she had forgotten to pack something, but she had spent most of thursday packing and planning what to pack and then repacking. She had a couple diapers left from tests in the academy but she coudn't possibly bring them. It's not like she could use them without Rosa's knowledge. They had been in and out of her bag multiple times, ending up out of them. She dismissed the concern, putting it down to nerves about the mission and working close to a new partner. If only she could coordinate with Rosa, but she didn't have her phone number. Or knew where she lived, or anything about her really. Amy had tried to get Rosa's number at the precinct during the week but she never seemed to have any luck on that front. Amy made a mental note to get it on their way to the park. Amy was ripped out of her thoughts as there was a knock at her door. Opening her door she was surprised to see Rosa at the other side. "Sup?" Rosa's sunglasses met Amy's eyes in the low morning sun. "Rosa? What are you doing here so early?" "Ready?" Rosa held up a keyring with the department insigna, meaning she already had been to the presinct to check out a car. "Wanted to get a headstart, get to the camp early to get some info from the guys before us." "How did you know I was going to even be dressed?" Amy felt out of her element suddently having her morning routine obrubtly distrurbed. "Deal was to meet at the prescinct in 45 minutes. Everytime Peralta is late you remark how you get up earlier to miss morning traffic. Figured you were planning to leave in about 10 minutes time." "Oh. 5 minutes actually. I just need to finish my coffee and run to the bathroom and we can hit the road." Amy felt read like a book, but at least she knew Rosa was talented. "Perfect. I prefer to only stop for gas. I'll throw your bags into the car" Rosa said stepping into the apartment. Amy felt that the "prefer" was mostly a coutisy because Rosa hadn't been at the department for longer. Amy finish the last of her coffee and went to the bathroom, making sure to enjoy to running water and actual toilet a bit more than normal. As she washed her hands a stray though found a home and she opened the cabnet under the sink and felt her heart sink as she noticed the diapers weren't sitting in the back waiting the next written exam. She must have ended up putting them in one of the bags. She hadn't forgotten to pack something, she had forgotten to unpack something! ------- The car ride had been quite so far. They had been driving for about an hour or so and mostly the only sounds had been the gps and Amy's playlist on the car stereo. Amy had actually enjoyed the silence as she was used to sitting in silence listening to music on her trainride to and from work. But today wasn't at chill as her normal commute, as Amy had also tried to gauge Rosa's thoughts from her face. Both about her playlist and whether or not it "Blew ass" as Rosa had asked before handing Amy the AUX, but also whether had any reservations about the mission. "I need to ask you something." Rosa broke the silence. "Shoot" Amy were surprised she wasn't going to be the one to speak first. She felt more in control again after this morning. "What was Jake refering to?" "Oh" As suddently as she had gain control as suddently she had lost it again. "It's nothing, just a joke" "Hey Amy, we're partners on this, we need to trust eachother." Amy really didn't particularly wanted to relive the moment but Amy could she the idea of sharing stories on the way to the National park. "I missed out on a pursuit because I had to pee. We had been sitting outside a house for hours and I just had to pee. So I stepped out of the car to find a restroom. Perp showed up 2 minutes later. Just bad luck!" Amy tried to laugh it off but she couldn't help but feel her bladder sometimes worked against her. "HA!" Rosa's outburst almost starteled Amy. "Don't sweat it Amy. Don't get me wrong but how much good were you going to do if you had stayed?" Amy had to agree with Rosa. She wasn't going to be any help in a chase if she was bursting. "Besides Jake once lost a guy because he hadn't tied his shoes right. Came undone while he was running and next thing he saw was the ground." Amy couldn't recall seeing Rosa laugh before. The next hour or so went by quickly as the detectives shared stories of solved cases, crazy crimes and bad superiors. Rosa had gotten a couple of drinks and snacks packed that they had started dipping into as the miles flew by. ------ "If you see any gas stations coming up, let me know. We need to fill it soon and we should probably switch drivers." Rosa's word were perfectly timed as the last of the coffee and the drinks in the car were catching up to Amy. "I'll be on the lookout. I have to run to the bathroom as well" Amy said hoping Rosa wasn't going to think it was to soon to have to pee again. "Yeah why not" Rosa nodded, much to Amy's delight and surprise. A Gas station bathroom was probably still better than what was to come the next couple of days, and if Amy could get through the drives, to and from the camp, without forcing Rosa to stop more than necesarry she was it would help their friendship. "7 miles" Amy said noticing a sign at the side of the highway. "DAMMIT" Rosa exclaimed as the traffic in front of them suddently slowed down to a crawl. "Ough! Well I guess it's going to be a slow 7 miles." Amy's words were just as much an attempt to ease her self as Rosa. "Yup" The silence once again fell over the car. Nothing could accelerate Amy's need than knowing a bathroom was close but still out of reach, but she was going to make it to that gas station. If she could. It felt like the cars around them wasn't even moving anymore. She was wondering if there was anyway she could help herself hold on without being to obvius. She wanted to put a hand in her crotch but settled on just crossing her legs tight. Amy had to find someway to focus her mind on something other than her bladder. "So, what have you packed by the way?" She enquired hoping some conversation would distract her. "Usual stuff for being outdoors, knife, lantern, rope, extra socks" Rosa sighed adjusting in her seat. "Oh I should have gotten a lantern" Amy tried to keep her mind on the conversation. "One's enough. That it?" Amy looked outside and saw a very welcome sight as the gas station came into view around a bend in the road. Unfortunatly it was still a mile or two down the road. She kept having to keep herself from grabbing her crotch. "Yes it has to be!" Amy said excited. "Would you mind if I just run to the bathroom when we get there? I'm getting kind of desperat?" Amy admitted shifting in her seat. Rosa looked at Amy and back to the gas station. Amy noticed her free leg bouncing up and down. "I was thinking we park and go to the bathroom before we fill up" Rosa said. "If they have any left" Amy noticed how many cars were turning of the highway at the station. "Frees up the highway, we can take the next one." Rosa was starting to fidget more and more. "Honestly Rosa, we have no idea when that is! I really have to pee!" Amy said finally giving into putting her hands between her legs. Rosa had definetly noticed Amy's hand because a moment later she had a hand between hers as well. "But can you wait for god knows how many other women in line?" Rosa's voice cracked just enough for Amy to notice. She had been so preocupied with how badly she needed to pee she hadn't noticed Rosa was pretty desperate as well. A hunch hit her and to satisfy her curiosity she tried to catch a glimpse of the fuel gage, but she couldn't get an angle. "Didn't we have to get fuel as well? We need to stop at a gasstation" Amy didn't really know what answer she hoped for. If they really needed gas she could hopefully get Rosa to stop here but if it was just a excuse so Rosa could go pee, she might be more desperate than Amy! If that was possible. "The gas can wait. But I don't think we can" Rosa finally saw an opening for the gas station and raced up the offramp. "Where can we park?" she hissed to noone in particular. "There!" Amy exclaimed as she noticed a car had just backed out of a spot and Rosa threw the car into the space. Amy really didn't want to move her hands from their place between her thighs but she had to open the door and she was out of the car before Rosa had killed the engine. She quickly found the building housing the bathrooms and Amy almost squeled in delight when she couldn't see any line outside the door with women painted on. "Come on!" She said to Rosa and walked as fast as she could in the direction of the bathroom. She wanted to run. She wanted to run so badly but she wanted more to hang onto a shred of dignity and besides moving her legs quicker would only result in her losing it. She just had to hold on a few moments more but to hell with dignity, she once again burried a hand in her crotch and pushed open the door with the other hand. "How long is this going to be?!" The woman at the front of the line asked desperatly as she knocked on one of the closed stall doors. 8 women in line. All from the traffic jam. All with hands between their legs or doing the potty dance. The realisation stunned Amy. There was no way she was going to make it! How could this happen! She couldn't start this mission of by peeing her pants like a child! Amy was ripped back to reality as she felt a couple drops escape her. She had to act now! And no way she was going to cut in line. She had to come up with something else. She turned to Rosa to ask for help only to find no-one behind her. ------- Rosa couldn't believe how desperat she had become. It had been a long time since she had needed to pee so bad! All because she didn't pee at Amy's. So much pride and look where that got her, about to pee herself in a gas station parking lot after holding herself in front of Amy like some todler. Still could be worse. Amy had decided against listening to her about the line in the bathrooms and Rosa wasn't going to make that mistake. She had noticed a grouping of bushes and trees not to far from the car and that was a much better solution. Even if it was technically illegal. As Amy waddled to the bathroom, she potty danced on the spot and locked the car. When the lock clicked she quickly glansed around. Luckily there wasn't a person in sight and she could undo her belt buckle, releasing much of the pressure from her bladder. The black leather pants she had worn had one major fault. The belt buckle ended up directly on her bladder and it would usually be one of the first things she did when she had to pee, but in the car there simply hadn't been a way to do it. This time however she was so desperate that even than wasn't enough that she didn't feel the need to keep one hand in her crotch for extra support. The bushes weren't far away but it felt long as Rosa hurried out of sight. As she reached the bushes she knew it was now or never. A couple of drops had already escaped and the first small opening had to be privat enough as Rosa jump into her green hiding spot and pulled her pants and panties down. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to pee when one had become so desperate, and had to strain to keep from sighing in relief. After all she still had to be on the lookout to make sure she wasn't spottet. From her hiding spot she spottet Amy exiting the restrooms way quicker than she expected. Maybe she'd been wrong about the lengh of the line. ------ There was only one option left for Amy. She had at most a couple of minutes before her bladder completly gave out and she would spent the rest of the day soaked. She really didn't want to use this option but desperat times call for desperat means. She turned back out the door and looked around. A few meters down the building she saw her saving grace. The door with men written along. Leaks be damned now she had to run. As her free hand reach the handle she pressed the other one in to her crotch harder as she could feel dampness starting to appear. Even still she had to take a deep breath before she opened the door. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry" She repeated as she ran by 2 very confused men at the urinal trying to cover her eyes and still find an open stall. She kicked open the stall door and even before she had completly pulled down her pants completly the floodgate opened. She threw herself on the toilet and couldn't help but sigh deeply as her bladder emptied. The redness on her checks was however spreading very quickly. Firstly Rosa had witnessed her way more desperat than she was comfortable with, secondly she had had to run through a occupied mensroom on the verge of peeing herself and thirdly she hadden't gotten a hold of her panties when she removed her pants. As it were she was now wearing completly soaked through panties and her pants had a fairly sizeble wet patch right between the legs. Amy wanted the earth to open up and swallow her right then and there. And when what was clearly a mans hand reached in and closed the still open stall door, she was ready to dig the hole herself.
  3. Hello everyone! I'm currently studying Japanese, and I would say I know it well enough to be able to translate most text that would come out of omo content. So, if you have anything you'd like to see translated, bring it here! I didn't know what to put for tags so I just threw in some things I personally like (let me know if this is incorrect usage). A few guidelines: I may sporadically be busy, so excuse me if I go inactive at random (I'll try my best though) Nothing too large. Single images and collections of a few images are preferable, and I likely won't have time to translate, like, 30 pages. Male omo, messing, and diapers do not appeal to me, but I will still translate them. Don't expect my translations to be perfect! I'm still learning after all (there might be parts I can't figure out so watch out for that). And I might as well offer some evidence that I can actually do this, so here's an sample: Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/93491011 (がまんがまん by わたからし) Transcription: おしっこが限界の状態でM字開脚20分(手で前を押えるの禁止) ふる ぷる Translation: While at the pee holding limit, keeping legs open in an M shape for 20 minutes (Prohibited from using hands in the front) *tremble* *tremble*
  4. a video where a girl kneeling at a table asks her male tutor if she can use the toilet, and he doesn't let her. she squirms, and tries to get up to run to the toilet, but is held back by the tutor - her skirt is pulled down and she eventually wets herself while being lifted up by the tutor. Afterwards he had sex with her over a glass table. If anyone knows wher i could find this video again, I would be eternally grateful lol
  5. I know many if not all these clips are floating around this forum but not everyone can find them or knows of them so I am going to post them all centrally in this thread. If there are more please reply to this or shoot me a DM. I do not know how many videos she actually made. 05f1c10d-97e9-43ea-ad50-880d77bc5eb7.mp4 d1dacc1b-6c04-45e2-951e-e4f20c1335de.mp4 c8e5c778-5e21-43b0-b528-df620a4861ba.mp4 bcdb5bd4-d729-4d64-b9a2-258b63171e70.mp4 bc0133a5-ea41-42d3-bbfe-2ca25e045b03.mp4 4a7b9cb1-629e-47d3-afea-f5f74a914a1a.mp4 Emily Wetting.mp4
  6. Hey guys and gals. This one has been stewing a while, but I just now got something typed down. Hope y’all have good days ahead of you! Chapter 1: introduction Lola was a golden retriever. She had some Labrador in her that made her especially cute and curvaceous, but also quite tall. Her daytime job was at the Marindale Fitness Club. On Monday through Friday, her duties varied as needed. On Saturday, however, she had one special job. Being a canine, she could smell very well, and being beautiful, she could confront very well. The Marindale was open to members’ children on Saturdays, but with one strict rule: no urinating in the pool. Adults of course weren’t allowed to urinate either, but if hypochlorous acid showed up on the weekdays, adults were easier to monitor patterns with, and slightly less likely to break the rule. Thus, it was Lola’s special job on Saturdays to be in the pool at all times, and watch for the smell. If she noticed it, she tracked it down to the source. Usually, if the child confessed, she escorted them out quietly and they could get back in next Saturday, or sometimes after a time penalty if they were of younger ages. But Lola did have a soft place. If even the oldest child said at any time, “I know it’s bad, I just really like peeing in the pool: It feels so good,” Lola almost always considered reducing the penalty. She’d give them an extra long talk on why not to pee, however. But the mercy given to, or rather sympathy with the outspoken was undeniable. This was not so much because Lola liked peeing in the pool, but rather because she could almost pee the entire pool into existence. Her body could bend the laws of thermodynamics in a much more extreme way, and more queer way, than any flying saucer toy could ever dream. She could wee for over an hour without too much difficulty in holding it, which took the better part of a day. She’d gradually come to realize how rare and bizzare this characteristic seemed to others, which was somewhat disappointing. It felt more disappointing to her than almost anything to have to stop midway while emptying her monstrous bladder, but it was often something she had to do. Thus, being held back from a blissful piss was, however much a part of reality, an inconvenience she greatly sympathized with whenever it came up. Having to hold one’s pee when there was literally water all around one was nearly as disappointing to a little kid in her opinion. Also, nobody could deny that being in warm water was more comfortable than cold. … “But, there are the rules, and the acid hurt people’s eyes. Plus, lots of people don’t want to swim in somebody else’s pee, you know.” “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” the little otter said mournfully. “Good. Are you going to use the rest room next time?” “Yes.” “Then after ten minutes, you can get back in the pool again.” “Okay,” the otter accepted, and Lola gave her a reassuring hug. After all, a change of heart was the goal. Lola brought the little girl to a place to wait, and set her swimmer’s watch for 10 minutes. As she returned to duty, however, her own bladder tickled her noticeably for a few minutes. That mention of peeing feeling so good… Thankfully, she suppressed the urge, and was able to finish shift.
  7. I came across a video that I found rather interesting. It’s an advertisement for a Motorcycle and in the ad this Woman pisses in her jeans. It’s kinda hot but also really weird. You have to pause at the right times in order to see the wet patch on her crotch. You can also watch it here: https://thisvid.com/videos/woman-wets-her-pants-in-kawasaki-ninja-300-commercial/
  8. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
  9. Woman intentionally pees her pants in the shower at a party. Love the way it streams down her butt! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph61cc0c5169cb0
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  13. (Hey all, this is a story I've been brainstorming for quite some time. I hope to take this one to a good length and that you'll all enjoy this little personal project! That being said, some details should be given about this story to gauge your interest as a reader. This story contains excessive, unrealistic, and near or plainly impossible bladder holding and body standards often referred to as "hyper". The story is merely an exaggeration of real life, and should be treated as nothing more than a fun story. This story also has rather intense scenes of male and female lust and sex, including full bladder sex. If the idea of sex and sexual themes, beit inside or outside the context of omorashi, make you uncomfortable, this story is probably not for you. Feedback is always appreciated. Ideas for the story and constructive criticism is always appreciated! Without further ado, please enjoy the story! -OrionsBelt) Chapter I: Local Bar, Saturday, 1:48AM Avalynn emptied her third and final drink of the night as she sat at the bar. She could start to feel herself feel the effects of it's alcohol content. The cocktails are by no means weak, but she had a rather strong tolerance built from her college days. She sighed in disappointment. It's been another day without a man to take home to fulfill her primitive needs. She even got all dressed up for it. She was by all means an attractive woman: she was on the short side, but her chest, rump, thighs, and hips were plump enough to show off, which she did with a black mini-skirt and a low cut blouse to accentuate her busty cleavage. She even went the extra mile to wear a pretty skimpy thong to please anybody lucky enough to get a peek. She twirled her brown wavy bangs, and looked around the room one last time. It was late on a Friday night, it seemed everyone in the bar was minding their own business, partying and celebrating the end of the week and the start of the weekend. No one seemed interested in hooking up, despite a few looks of speculation at her eye candy. Closing time was soon, the bar was pretty much empty by now, but something else was not. A lurch from her bladder forced her attention. She wasn't necessarily thin: she had a bit of chub on her belly, but her bladder created a noticeable bump in her abdomen beyond that, that stretches the waistband of her mini skirt. It was about time, Ava thought to herself. She had been holding for a day and a half, and only now did her bladder start to give a strong response. One and a half days of holding back her urine would seem beyond realistic to exceeding impossible, but it was fairly normal for Avalynn. Despite her rather small frame, she was blessed with a bladder that could stretch and contort better than any contortionist. She could easily hold for days, but just as anyone else, she had a limit, even if that limit was bewilderingly high for anyone of a "normal bladder", as Ava would often put it. Yes, she found a sense of pride in her unique ability, she scoffed at the idea of using a bathroom that wasn't her own, and she would often tease her friends in college about how badly they needed to pee all the time. Ah, she missed those days. Nevertheless, her bladder desired her attention, although, knowing herself, she knows she could hold on for a fair bit longer, perhaps until the morning and then some, making it well into two days of holding. Her best was roughly three and a half days of torturous holding, after she made it a personal challenge to not relieve herself on a camping trip with her family 5 years ago when she was 18. That was certainly tough, especially with the heat causing her to drink plenty to stay hydrated. She recollected on her hold of the past day and a half. She woke up on Thursday with a very strong urge to piss having held for another two days beforehand. She decided to relieve herself upon getting out of bed, doing so over the course of several minutes. This was just another natural occurrence for her: her bladders extreme elasticity and strength allowed liters upon liters of liquid to flow through her like a hot knife through butter. Her "metabolism" for liquid is seemingly very strong, as it seems everything that goes in is quickly transformed into a near equal amount of urine in her bladder. Not to worry, she still receives some good hydration and nutrients from anything she drinks, no matter how much of it is filtered through to her capacious tank in her abdomen. The rest of her Thursday went as to be expected for a work day. Avalynn works at a design firm as a promising designer herself, but is still stuck with mostly busywork given her lack of experience, having just finished her degree the Spring semester last year. The AC in the old building was having some issues, so Ava spent her workday drinking plenty of water and iced tea on the warm Spring day. It wasn't too bad for her, but she felt for the guys wearing long pants today; she was only mildly warm in her professional but short skirt and blouse. Work otherwise went smoothly, she went home, ate dinner, browsed the internet, and went to sleep... Just a normal day for Ava. Except... There was another aspect of Avalynn that is more than meets the eye other than her gargantuan bladder capacity. Ava had a fantastic and relentless libido. Yes, it seemed ever since her teen years she was as easy to bring to heat as an egg in a spitting hot pan. She would often bring several pairs of panties to work or out on the town just in case she drenched the ones she was currently wearing. In fact, it was mostly the reason she wore what was basically a thong tonight; it was less likely to chaff her legs as it got wet with her juices. And that night, just as any night, morning, day, or afternoon, her panties were sopping wet with her lust. Oh, how badly she wanted to hook up tonight, and feel a deep hard cock feeling up her insides... Errr, excuse me... Any given day, right after she wakes up, right after she gets home from work, and right before she goes to bed, she needs a way to relieve herself of her lust. Sometimes if she has time, she'll even try to squeeze a session to relieve herself before she leaves for work, and during or after dinner. On some desperate occasions she even did it in the company restroom. - Not relieving herself of any burden of her bladder, of course. Unfortunately for poor Ava, she could never feel truly satisfied from her attempts at relief even with toys and the best "self-help" books and materials, she craved something big and warm inside her. - Besides her bladder. Anyway, Friday. Wake up, go to town on herself, and go to work. This Friday was especially fortunate, as the office had landed a big long-term client, and the office was in celebration. Plenty of drinks, food, and good times were had. Ava in particular succumbed to the seduction of her favorite drinks of lemonade and Cola, drinking what seemed to be liters and liters of the sweet drinks, along with the coffee and water she would normally drink. By this point Ava's bladder, having held on for more than a day, was rather needy in its requests to excuse itself. Ava enjoyed the feeling of a slowly filling bladder, knowing at some point she would be able to spill all of its contents for minutes on end, providing her with the best satisfaction she could feel without the aid of some male organs. Mmm... It sure would feel good though... After drinking her weight in sugar drinks and water, Ava's other needs called to her at the end of the work day. She decided "What the hell?" and go out looking for someone to hook up with, something she hasn't done since her early college days. She hasn't had the best of luck with them in the past, but her attempts at relieving her libido continued to grow more and more tiresome and less satisfying, so she had to mix it up a bit. And here she was, after spending the good part of 6 hours trying to look cute and sexy to the patrons of the bar, she turned up empty handed. "Damnit..." She squeezed her legs together as her needy pussy dripped in lust. Her panties were soaked, and it was her last pair after changing out of two previous pairs. Having going into the bathroom to switch out her undergarments, her bladder quietly pleaded at the sight of the toilet, but Ava barely acknowledged it as her desire for her other need outweighed it, but it seems to be shifting by this point. "Sighhhhhh..." Ava never felt quite so needy and alone in her life. Sure, all she wanted was a hook-up, but she wished she had her college friends back, or even just someone with something in common to chat with, perferably a guy with a good package... And chiseled abs... And could bench press a bear... And had a scruffy beard... and had a 12 inch- "Excuse me? Miss...?" Ava snapped back to reality, her sad, horny, lonely reality. "Oh? Huh?" The bartender looked at her with a polite smile. "You seemed to be dosing off or lost in your thoughts. I hate to interrupt but we're asking patrons of the bar to begin to exit, if you please." "Oh, uh, sure. Sorry... What do I owe?..." She looks up at the bartender. Except, it wasn't the one that was serving her drinks before. The one that did was shorter, and didn't speak a word, only nodding at the request of more drinks and small talk, with not interest in her. Perhaps he was a mute, which should've been her first clue this one was different. She had a few drinks, cut her some slack. She looked up at the new bartender. His face was grizzled with light brown facial hair with flowing brown hair the barely covered his right eye of blue hue. His smile and face oozed charisma and charm, and his frame, its like she had to crick her neck as she looked up at him. Six foot, two inches at the very least, which towered over her modest height of five foot four. His shirt was tight and showed he had some muscle, not a bodybuilder, but he definitely worked out, maybe enough to even lift her off her feet. Her attraction to him was swift and forceful, her lady parts being sent into overdrive as it burned with passion and need. She could be turned on by a variety of people, but... but... She needed him. "Hey, you're not the same bartender as before.~" She said with a slightly flirtatious tone. "Yep. I'm the closing 'tender. I make sure everyone gets their last drinks in before getting out. And those too stubborn or drunk to leave, I make them leave." He said in a joking-but-serious way. Ava laughed with him. "Well, I promise I won't give you any trouble. What's your name?" She asked as she played with her hair a bit. "Matthew. And you're Avalynn, right?" Ava was a bit taken aback he already knew her name. "What, are you a psychic or something? How did you know my name?" she questioned playfully. "...Your name is on the bill, silly." Urp. Uh, a little awkward, but Ava persisted. "Yeah, I suppose I am, hehe. I guess I had a little too much to drink... And stayed out later than I thought." "That's alright Ms. Avalynn. If you're not comfortable, we can order a cab for you to get home in." "No! I want to talk to you! Please! Come home with me! Take me! Breed me!!!" her lustful brain thought to herself. Ava could hardly repress her urges at this point. Even if the conversation was a bit awkward, she needed him more than she needed air to breath. "I'm... not really comfortable taking a cab. Do you... think I can stay here at the bar for a while, Matthew...?" She looked at him with puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work on her parents. Matthew conceded. "I suppose you can stay until after I close, and call me Matt, Ms. Avalynn." "Oh, thank you Matt! And, you can just call me Ava, ok?~" Ava said with a bit of seduction in her voice as she presented her bosom on the bar, which in turn contorted her expanding bladder. "Ava, I like that name. I'm gonna get some of these stragglers out of here, then we can chat some more, ok?" And so time quickly passed to 3:30 AM, one and a half hours after close. Ava and Matt certainly hit it off, as they found more and more in common: music tastes, video games, books and movies, and even shared the same soda preferences. All the while Ava was subtly flirting with him and revealing a little more of herself to him, which he started to reciprocate by being seductive back. "Ok. Its time to reel him in." Ava thought to herself. "Hey Matt,~ I know its late and we just met, but... do you think you can take me back to my apartment...? You can come inside if you'd like, I'll make some coffee, my treat~" Ava laid her cards on the table, all that was left was to see Matt's hand. He took the hint. "Sure thing Ava, I'd love to bring you home safe and sound. Lets get going." Ava began to sat up from her stool, a bit too fast in her excitement. Her bladder sloshed and ached as she stood, it took a conscious effort to hold her dam shut after being inactive for a while. "A-ah~" She winced in pain as she struggled to compose herself. "You okay Ava?" Matt asked sincerely. "Y-yeah. Just had a bit too much to drink is all, I really gotta pee. I can wait till I'm home though." "By all means, then lets hurry to your place." Matt stepped from behind the counter, and it was the first time Ava saw his lower half... And could plainly see a bulge in his pants that snaked down his pant leg a bit. This couldn't have gotten Ava any more excited as she was practically dripping with enthusiasm from her pussy. All she had to do was play along, and she was sure she could score a winner. And so she did. It was a short drive to her place but it took an even shorter amount of time for the two to get busy once they were in her apartment. Ava liked her men "big", and Matt was no exception. His penis, amazingly, was ten inches long. That bulge she saw? Only half-mast. As Matt penetrated her over and over again on her bed she felt she would split in half, but her excess pussy juices made his dick of such length and girth slide almost effortlessly in and out of her. Along with that, his cock pushed on her already swollen bladder, stretching it and contorting it to the point that her abdomen bulged a few inches from the rest of her body. And that's not all. When Matt came, his load was excessive. It filled her womb with his hot seed and made her belly bulge almost another half inch. She finally reached what she desired after so long. Being full of a deep, long cock, with a uterus full of hot cum. She felt full, and satisfied. The intense sex and orgasm after orgasm persisted long into the night, only when the light of dawn broke were the two lovers in heat able to be exhausted to the point of drifting off to sleep in Ava's bed. Ava could finally say she was satisfied of her burden, and she dozed off. But her bladder could not say the same, and it would not for quite some time. To be continued.
  14. In this thread, I will be posting a few of the fics I've written as commissions. (If you would like one, send me a DM and we can discuss it.) Jessica's Strength I’d only been dating Jessica for a few weeks when I noticed it. It was something most people probably wouldn’t have picked up on, or at least not so quickly, but as a guy with certain… interests, I couldn’t help but pay attention to the matter. Jessica never excused herself to use the bathroom. No matter how long we were out together, no matter how much we had been drinking, Jessica never took any pee breaks. There was a day we went hiking from before the sun rose until after it had gone back down, and during that time I’d had no choice but to water the grass a few times myself. But, Jessica never did. It was not, as I’d assumed at first, a matter of her being shy. Years of being entranced by the wriggly dance moves of full-bladder’d women had made me very skilled at noticing even the most subtle of squirms. Jessica though, she didn’t fidget at all that day. No toe tapping, no leg crossing, no foot bouncing… Nothing. She looked to all the world like she simply just didn’t need to go, even as the hours wore on and the amount of water she’d had to drink grew. There was no urgency to leave the hiking trails, nor any visible discomfort as I drove her home. Jessica hadn’t held it all day because she had an aversion to peeing outdoors, Jessica had held it all day because she just… Could. I admit I started to take her on even longer outings, curious as to where her limit may have been. But, her bladder seemed to be bottomless. Finally, one evening at a restaurant, after I’d returned from the restroom myself, I asked her outright if she was sure she didn’t have to go yet herself. Jessica just shrugged at me. “Not really, Chase,” she said, taking another swig of her drink. She said as if it wasn’t at all unusual that she could continue holding her bladder after several hours spent swallowing what must have been half of her own body weight in liquid. “I don’t usually have to go that often.” She was so ridiculously nonchalant about the whole thing that it only made me more curious. The confidence she exuded made it seem like she must have never overestimated herself, had never gotten into a bad spot in which she’d been unsure if she could actually make it to a toilet in time. My fascination was piqued, and I wanted to continue the conversation, but out of fear of her finding me weird, I held my tongue. When my gaze flicked down around her midsection and I swore I saw a small bump there that hadn’t been present before, I told myself it was my imagination. For a while, I fantasized about Jessica finally overdoing it. Drinking one too many sips, passing up one too many pee breaks, and finding herself squirming and on the very edge of letting it all out into her pants. A common element of these imagined scenarios was that Jessica’s stubborn nature would never wane, she would continually insist that she could indeed hold out as long as it took, even as her hands wedged themselves between her tangled legs and her face grew pink and flushed with needy urgency. For the longest time, this image remained confined purely to the realm of my daydreams. It seemed like Jessica’s limit couldn’t be reached, because Jessica did not actually HAVE a limit. Her bladder must have been that of a superhuman’s, because even after a thirteen hour hike followed by four more hours stuck in traffic, she was perfectly fine. When I hastily pulled over at the first gas station I saw and scrambled from the car, I turned back to look at her for a moment, shifting on my feet. “Go ahead, Chase,” she said calmly. “I’ll wait here.” I was stunned. Here I was, absolutely bursting after the long hours stuck in traffic even after going numerous times today, yet somehow she was STILL holding off. This time, when I got back to the car and noticed a bit of swelling around her navel, I knew I wasn’t just imagining it. Her bladder was full enough to protrude, yet still not full enough to truly bother her. That was the day I became certain I would never have the pleasure of seeing Jessica reach her seemingly impossible limit. But, I was wrong. We took a week long trip about a month ago, and by far my favorite part of the vacation was when I at last got to see Jessica really squirm. The first sign that anything was amiss came right at the beginning when we were going through airport security. The tiniest, most subtle indication that Jessica was feeling slightly uncomfortable; One I easily would have missed had it not been something I was always on the lookout for. Her hips swayed very slightly, and she let out a small groan. Immediately, I asked her what the matter was. She shrugged and said she’d forgotten to use the restroom before leaving her home that morning. Nor had she gone before bed the previous night. The last time she’d urinated had been around lunch the day before. This information was stunning to me, and I was instantly performing the mental calculations to guess at how long she’d already been holding off her body’s need; It was certainly much, MUCH longer than I could ever handle. I was, of course, very excited by this situation that had suddenly fallen into my lap. This was the first time I’d ever heard Jessica allude to the fact she ever NEEDED to pee at all, and my dick was eager to do all of the thinking for me now. My heart, however, was louder. As much as I wanted to see Jessica writhing and holding herself, I was not a cruel person. The airport had toilets, after all. And as soon as we were through security, she could go use one of them. As we headed towards our plane, we passed a sign pointing towards a set of restrooms. I jerked my head in its direction. “Go ahead,” I told her. “I’ll wait.” To my utter astonishment, Jessica just shrugged at me the same way she had the first time I’d ever inquired about her bladder. “It’s no big deal, Chase,” she said. “I can wait. I don’t want to miss the flight.” I tried not to let any of my shock register on my face, but I’m sure it must have been there. She’d told me just a few minutes ago that it had been a ridiculously long stretch of time since her last pee break. If I’d ever been stuck waiting as long as she already had been, I would be doubling over and begging anyone who would listen for an empty bottle. But, Jessica was still somehow okay. But then I remembered the plane would have a toilet on board, and reasoned she probably just intended to go there when there was no longer any chance that we’d miss the flight. I was wrong. Jessica sat beside me, the only indication that she was feeling even the slightest hint of distress being the somewhat tight grip she had on her seat’s armrest. When the plane took off, the rocking and bouncing jolting my own bladder that had felt perfectly empty all this time, I looked to her in concern. Still, she looked pretty calm. Once the seatbelt lights dinged off, I started to stand up so she could leave the aisle. “While you’re up, ask the flight attendants if they have any bottles of water, alright?” Jessica said. I gaped at her. “I thought… Don’t you have to—“ “A bit,” Jessica said. “But, I can wait. I’d never use the bathroom on a plane, it’s way too cramped in there!” If I’d been holding my bladder for over half a day, I doubted if I would care how tiny the bathroom was, just so long as it was a bathroom… “You… Want water?” “Yeah, I’m thirsty,” Jessica nodded. Still utterly perplexed by the choices Jessica was making, I went to the front of the plane to ask for a water bottle. I passed the restroom, and I did need to go after that bumpy take-off… When I stepped inside to alleviate my own discomfort, it felt somehow wrong. Jessica no doubt needed to be in here a lot more than I did… But, this was all her decision, I reminded myself. Once I’d finished up at the toilet and had gotten Jessica her water, I returned to my seat. She snatched the bottle from me and cracked it open, drinking it down quickly. I couldn’t help but think that surely the last thing her body should have been asking for was more liquid, but within a minute the bottle was empty and Jessica was calmly looking out the window. Every so often, she’d dig her nails into her armrest a little more, but other than that there was no indication that anything was bothering her. A few hours later, the flight landed. I was certain that the shakes and jolts of the plane would leave Jessica in agony, but if they had, she showed no sign of it. I checked my watch, it was nearly noon. If Jessica had told me the truth earlier— and I had no reason to think she’d lie to me about this— then she hadn’t peed in almost a full twenty four hours now. Yet, she was acting like her bladder was dry as a bone. We exited the plane, and I didn’t even see Jessica give the restroom a longing glance on our way out. As we walked through the airport to get our bags, we again passed a set of restrooms, and I stopped in front of them. Jessica paused and glanced back over her shoulder at me. “Go ahead, Chase,” she said. “I’ll go get our stuff. I don’t mind.” “Don’t you need—“ Jessica turned around fully to face me and the restrooms she surely MUST have needed. I thought, certainly, she was going to give in now. But, she frowned, shook her head, said “Eh, the line for the ladies’ is too long. We’ll be at the hotel by the time I get through that.” I looked over at the line. It was a bit long, I admit. And, I also have to admit I stared at the woman at the very back of it— a cute girl with intensely crossed legs— a little more than I probably should have. But, even if the line WAS long, after twenty four hours without a piss, how could THAT really matter to her anymore? “There’s no line for the guys’,” I pointed out. “I could keep watch for you while you—“ Jessica laughed. She actually laughed. “Heh, Chase… Come on, it’s not that bad. Don’t worry about it.” And then she kept walking. Dazed, I followed after her. After we’d gotten our bags, we took a cab to our hotel. There was a bit of traffic along the way, and I thought to myself ‘Oh, now it’s going to hit her.’ I looked over her as we sat at a standstill, certain her expression must have fell as she realized the mistakes she’d made. But, no. She was instead staring out the window, delighted by the sights of the new location. One knee jiggled, but just slightly, and for all I knew it was only from excitement. Once in the hotel, we took the elevator up to our room, where I was sure Jessica would be making use of the toilet first thing. But, she made no move to use it. Not that she could have, anyway. When I walked into the bathroom myself, I saw that the thing was clogged. I cringed as I called the front desk to come fix it for us. “I’m sorry,” I said to Jessica once I was off the phone. “They said they’ll take care of it soon.” “I’M sorry,” Jessica said back. “Do you really have to go now? We WERE in traffic for a long time. If it’s an emergency, we can try to find somewhere else for you before we unpack.” I… Did need to pee again by then, but couldn’t believe she thought that it was ME I was concerned about right now. “Jessica, you haven’t peed in, like, a day,” I reminded her, astounded that she appeared to have forgotten that. “I know,” Jessica said. “But, I can wait. If there’s nowhere to go, there’s nowhere to go.” I considered for a moment if, perhaps, she was just trying to ACT like she was okay right now. Inside, she was bursting, surely. Maybe her asking me if my own need was so severe that we had to go search the city for an available bathroom RIGHT now was just a ruse so she could find one for herself without having to admit how bad it was for her? If that WAS it, then I had no idea how she was managing to maintain the appearance of a person with a perfectly manageable bladder, but it was the only thing that made any sense… I decided to test my theory a little. “Well, I’m fine,” I said. “I can wait until they fix it. Or at least until after we unpack.” I swear I saw disappointment flash across her face then. Only a little bit, the ghost of a frown tugging at the corners of her lips, and only for a second, if I hadn’t been watching her reaction so carefully it would have flown right by me. “Oh,” she said. “Okay.” As we unpacked our things for the week, Jessica reaching to put our clothes onto hangers in the closet, I watched as her shirt rode up slightly and exposed her midriff… Along with an utterly painful-looking round bump straining there. More than a day’s worth of pee sloshing and squeezing away inside her, and yet she seemed in no real hurry for that toilet to get fixed. She caught me staring, and I looked away. I’ve been desperate for a piss before lots of times, but I don’t think I’ve ever literally swelled up from it before. I just kept thinking to myself ‘If THAT was in me, I’d be doing whatever it took to get relief— Hell, I’d probably be pissing my pants.’ But, Jessica was neither freaking out, nor were there any wet spots showing on her shorts. How was she so okay with this? Once everything was unpacked, the guy still hadn’t come to fix the toilet, and now even my confused but enraptured enjoyment of Jessica’s current state was enough of an incentive for me to keep holding my own bladder— I’d been giving the decorative vase in the corner a few longing glances for a while now. “Actually, I think now I really DO have to find somewhere to go,” I admitted. Jessica nodded, and let me know that she was hungry anyway. So, we quickly found ourselves at a restaurant and as soon as we were shown to a table, I hastily excused myself. I really shouldn’t have been surprised when Jessica failed to follow me, but I still was. I’d gone— What, three hours ago? And already I was all too eager to get to a urinal. Jessica had been holding out for over a day and wasn’t knocking me to the side as she ran for the women’s room? Speaking of the women’s room though, when I passed its door on the way to the men’s, I saw that it was currently out of order just as the toilet in our room had been. Wow, poor Jessica, I thought. But, I supposed if she ever finally broke down and admitted that she seriously needed to go, I could stand guard for her while she used the men’s… After I’d relieved myself and returned to the table, I let Jessica know that the women’s restroom was closed. The only indication that she considered this to be bad news was a slight crinkle of her eyebrows. “Oh, that sucks,” she said. “Anyway, I ordered appetizers while you were gone. Onion rings are okay, right?” Onion rings were definitely okay. I just couldn’t understand how JESSICA was. “Um… If you really have to go, I’m sure they won’t mind if you use the men’s instead…” “I can wait,” Jessica assured me. Over the course of our meal, however, my confidence in her bladder was nowhere near the level of her own. I felt her accidentally kick my ankle a few times as she jiggled and crossed her legs around underneath the table. She seemed a bit more wary of her drink now than she’d been earlier on the plane, and took smaller, careful sips. “Jessica,” I said. “Are you sure you’re—“ “I’m fine!” Jessica said, her tone was as stubborn and confident as ever, but there was a tiny shake in her voice that I’d never heard before. “I can hold it however long I need to, don’t worry about me.” “But, you don’t NEED to hold it right now,” I said. “That’s the thing. If it’s an emergency, nobody will care if you go into the men’s room. I’ll even make sure nobody comes in—“ “I don’t HAVE emergencies, Chase,” Jessica told me firmly. “I can’t have something like this control me. If it isn’t time for me to go, then I don’t go. That’s all there is to it.” Her logic was perplexing to me, and I wondered briefly if perhaps the urine was infecting her brain somehow and hindering her ability to think rationally. She was obviously very, very uncomfortable now. I could no longer see her midsection with the table in the way, but I was sure the bump there had grown. I couldn’t even imagine the level of pressure she must have been feeling, what must have been gallons of pee pushing against one thin ring of muscle… We ate our meal, and each time I lifted my glass and the liquid in it sloshed, I saw Jessica do a little bounce in her seat. She clearly had to go, she clearly had to go BAD, and I was just… Astounded that she hadn’t said anything along the lines of “Chase, keep watch for me, I’m gonna go use the men’s” yet. After we’d finished and had paid, I gave Jessica one last look and nudge towards the restrooms. She was obviously in a bad way now. When she stood from the table, her knees knocked together, and then her legs crossed at the ankles. She took small half-steps, very careful so as to not disturb the thrashing ball of tension inside her. “You want to go before we leave?” Jessica just shook her head resolutely. “I’ll wait, Chase. Seriously. It’s not a big deal.” But, it sure LOOKED like a big deal to me. Her top was now pushed up a little, unable to lay flat with the bulbous bulge of her bloated bladder in the way. She was jiggling in place, swaying from side to side. She was doing a blatant example of a pee-dance, but her attitude about it remained calm and unbothered. It was less ‘Ohhh, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it! I gotta go NOW!’ and more ’Well, I guess I’d better move around some now to help keep this in however long I need to.’ She was desperate—utterly so, but she met it with pure acceptance instead of panic. I was overcome by how strong she must have been, not just physically, but mentally as well. If I was that full of piss, I’d be a complete mess. I’d be near tears from the pain of it all alone. I’d be on the verge of hyperventilating as I imagined the embarrassment I’d feel if I lost it and soaked myself in the middle of this restaurant. But, Jessica’s face remained non-plussed, a stark contrast to the endless, twitchy squirms happening through the rest of her body. “Well, the toilet at the hotel ought to be fixed by now,” I said. “Wanna head back?” This, she agreed to. We returned to the building, stepped into the elevator and hit the button for our floor, and when the elevator suddenly came to a grinding halt before it had reached its destination, Jessica finally let a bit of her dismay show. She moaned. But, it wasn’t a pained moan, not a ‘Oh, God no! I’m gonna piss myself now!’ kind of moan. It was… Just an annoyed moan, the sort of sound one would make if they realized they’d bought the wrong brand of paper towel. The sort of sound one made when faced with a minor inconvenience that, while irritating, was by no means a catastrophe. “Cheap piece of junk,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry,” I said to her. She must have been putting on an act. She MUST have been. No one could be strong enough to find themselves stuck in an elevator with at least twenty eight hours worth of boiling piss contained within their bladder and only see it as a mild annoyance. “Look, if you can’t wait, I promise I won’t… Think less of you or anything.” “I CAN wait,” Jessica insisted. “Trust me,” she added. I did trust HER. I trusted that she truly believed that she could hang on however long this took. But, I didn’t trust her bladder. Her legs were twisted like a corkscrew, she hadn’t held still for even a second since we’d stepped inside this thing. And, as soon as she’d gotten those words out, her hands had cupped themselves between her legs, pressing firmly into the material of her shorts. One hand released its tight hold for a moment to move to the button, threading it through its hole. The zipper came down next, granting the firm, hard ball of her bladder a little more space. I saw the bulge in her middle had somehow grown since we’d left the restaurant. “Trust me,” she repeated. “I really DO want to pee right now, but there’s nowhere for me to do it, so I’ll wait.” I didn’t miss her choice of words. She ‘wanted’ to pee right now. She didn’t ‘need’ to do it. Maybe that was how she managed to do this? She told herself that her obviously dire need to visit the bathroom was nothing more than a desire, instead of an urgent requirement? Was that it? Was this all just a seriously extreme case of ‘mind over matter’, and that if she could only convince herself that her bladder was inconsequential and easily managed, then it would really be so? Whatever the case, I decided that I should just let myself enjoy this. Who knew when I’d next get to see my iron-bladder’d girlfriend squirm and writhe like this? If she wasn’t going to freak out, then I told myself that I shouldn’t either. She bobbed up and down on her feet for several minutes, then she started pacing from end of the elevator to the other. Once that seemed to stop helping, she just stood in one corner, feet continually lifting one after the other as if she was marching. All the while, her hands stayed cupping against herself, fingers straining to plug up her no-doubt aching urethra. I wondered if she’d leaked at all yet. Certainly, if it had been me, the crotch of my pants would be utterly sodden by now. But, if there was one thing I’d learned through all of this, it was that Jessica’s bladder was absolutely nothing like my own. So, for all I knew, she was still as dry as the Sahara. At some point, Jessica crouched down in her corner, the position eerily similar to the one she’d take if she was popping a squat to relieve her bladder outdoors. I thought ‘Uh oh, this must be it…’ and started to turn to give her some privacy for what was sure to be a very embarrassing accident. But, I heard no hissing spray of liquid, no splashing, no sighing, nothing that indicated Jessica had started to go. When I turned back around, she was just kneeling there, hands cupping her groin as she rocked back and forth. Sweat had begun to roll down her face and back, and before long she was sitting atop her foot, heel pressing against herself while she jiggled and bounced. I wanted to give her some kind of reassurance, so I said “It should start moving soon.” And then, just as she’d done all day, she shrugged her shoulders. “Probably. But, if not, I’m fine.” I wondered how much longer whatever mind game she had going would continue working for her. I needn’t have wondered, because within a few minutes we were moving again. Jessica made a small grunting noise at the sudden jolt as the elevator resumed its ascent, and she very slowly drew herself back up until she was almost standing. She could no longer stand up all the way, and stayed in a tangled, half-hunched over position. But, the fact that she could get herself up again at all was stunning. As the doors dinged open, I heard her taking small in small breaths through her mouth, as if to steady herself for the walk to come. Had it been me, I would have made a run for it, leaking little spurts the whole way to my room, desperate as all Hell to at least finish in the toilet. But, Jessica took slow, measured steps, like she would if she were trying to balance something precariously in her hands as she moved. I supposed she WAS sort of trying to walk and carry a sloshing, overfull glass of water at the same time in a way… I could see her seemingly taking the time to calculate each step, setting her feet down gently in order to ensure her bladder was not jolted anymore than it needed to be. Her hands kept straining hard against the crotch of her shorts, still unzipped and unbuttoned so that the straining ball of piss inside her wasn’t being squashed or restrained. Her every breath was measured, her hips shifted, her thighs twitched. Anyone who saw her would be able to tell she needed a bathroom, but her expression remained equal parts calm and determined. I could tell by the look on her face that she’d come too far to lose now. She was going to make it, she was not going to allow her bladder to win this round. She was in control, not it. And that was stunning. For me, my bladder was usually the one in control. When I had to go, I had to GO. There was no room for negotiation, no chance for me to argue or try to will my need away until it became more convenient. But, Jessica could clearly do all of that and more, and that was a level of strength I had never seen before in anyone. I unlocked the door to our room for her, and glanced to the side to see if the toilet was fixed. I now knew that, even if it wasn’t, Jessica would probably just sit down on the bed determined to wait it out, but I still hoped that her ordeal was over. The toilet was indeed fixed by then, and I let Jessica know as she slowly hobbled into the room. She blew a gust of air out through her mouth, and the hint of a smile graced her lips. She immediately turned to enter the restroom, and since she’d already unzipped her shorts in the elevator, she was able to yank them down right away. Her cheeks slammed onto the seat of the toilet that, while Jessica herself had been rather nonplussed about, her bladder had been crying for for over a day. The first sounds to come out of that room were a few little plinks as the first drops of pee hit the water. Then, a slow drizzle that built and built into an ear-splitting hiss, like rain gushing against a tin roof. My head whipped around to the source of the noise, my brain and dick yearning to know how much piss Jessica had managed to restrain inside herself for the last thirty hours, and how she looked as she let it all finally pour out. I expected her eyes to be rolling back in her head, I expected her mouth to be hanging open, her tongue lolling out, moans firing from her throat— I know I’VE definitely made a few funny faces and intense sounds while pissing before. But, instead, she was taking deep, cleansing breaths, an utterly satisfied and proud smile on her face. She looked like she’d just run a marathon and had gotten first place, she looked triumphant, content, and maybe a little tired. When my eyes flicked down for a second, I saw not a single damp spot on the panties or shorts that were bunched around her ankles. She apparently hadn’t lost even one drop of her burden before she’d been on the toilet, ready to go. And, wow was she ever going! I had never seen anyone pee so much all at once before. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn I was standing beside a huge waterfall, that was how loud she was gushing. And it wasn’t slowing down, if anything it was only coming out faster and stronger, building into a magnificent crescendo of hissing and splattering. And she just kept peeing, no breaks, no pauses, no slowing of her spray. On and on and on. I had never been so turned on before in my life. She finished finally after over three minutes of powerful trickling, and when she came back out of the restroom I didn’t know what to say. If I hadn’t been there, watching all of that happen, I never would have believed it was possible to hold it for so long and pee out so much. Hell, I was struggling to believe my own eyes! “Wow,” I finally said. “Feel better?” “A little,” Jessica said. “But, see? I told you not to worry about me, I know how to handle these things.” Holding Contest There are two things I love more than anything else in the world; Girls and desperation. So, while most people may take the news that they’re going to be sharing a single bathroom with three other girls during their freshman year at college as an omen of terrible things to come, I saw nothing but potential. It certainly helped that all three of my new roommates were dazzlingly gorgeous. There was Misty, a journalism major like myself. She had long, flowing red hair, the kind of breasts I’d wished for all through puberty, and legs that went on forever. Most notable for my own interest was her bladder. Which was tiny. This was a source of both entertainment and disappointment for me. While it guaranteed I’d get to see her desperate for a ladies’ room often, it also meant that, even if she’d been bursting for a while, there wasn’t much that came out. As someone with a particular fascination for large bladders and seemingly never-ending pees, she wasn’t the most interesting to me out of my three new friends. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great girl, other than her being rather lacking in the bladder-department I adore her. But, our other two roommates, Brooke and Mina? They grab my attention the most. They’re both nursing students, both blondes, and both have ENORMOUS bladders. I discovered this about them slowly, piecing it together. While Misty would always zip straight to the bathroom after waking up and I’d immediately stand outside the door to wait for her, Brooke and Mina never seemed to get in line behind me with the same urgency. Instead, they’d gather up everything they needed to shower while Misty and I both finished up with everything we had to do. That was strange, as I’d always thought EVERYONE was at least a little bit desperate for the toilet first thing in the morning. But, apparently not them. Another clue came when the four of us went out for an evening together. Misty was dying for the toilet after a few drinks and I wasn’t long behind her. Brooke shrugged at us as we got up and said “Eh, I guess I could go.” Public ladies’ rooms have always fun places for me. Getting to sit down and relax as my bladder drains while listening to other desperate girls let go of urgent streams of their own is very stimulating. It’s like a symphony in there! That night, I chose a stall between Brooke and Misty’s and listened to them go as I enjoyed my own relief. I heard Misty slam herself against the seat and moan as her bladder poured out of her, and I heard Brooke calmly take her own spot and quietly let go. Misty’s spray hissed for about twenty seconds and then she was empty and standing up. “Phew, I almost didn’t make it that time!” I heard her say, and in spite of the lackluster length of her stream, my clit throbbed at her words. Yeah, so I’m a pervert. Sue me. I finished up a few seconds later and stood, but Brooke hadn’t moved an inch since sitting down. Her own pee hadn’t ceased flowing, nor had it even slowed down in its force. And, to say that I was enraptured by that would be an understatement. She hadn’t even seemed desperate, she’d been in no hurry to get to that stall, she’d only gone because WE had gone… But, it had been, like, a minute and she was still pouring out more and more fluid. “Christ, Brooke!” I exclaimed. “THAT’S ‘I guess I could go’?” I echoed her words from earlier. “Yeah,” Brooke said, finally finishing her pee and leaving the stall. “Just wanted to beat the line, but yeah, I didn’t have to go that much.” I was stunned, and ridiculously turned on, as I wondered to myself what in the world Brooke would consider an ‘emergency’, if THAT hadn’t been one. “Nursing student,” Brooke reminded. “You know, not many bathroom breaks for people working in hospitals. Figured I should prepare, so I’ve been… I guess, training my bladder. But, I’ve always been able to hold it a while. I never had to use the bathroom at school once when I was growing up.” I wondered if maybe Mina was doing the same thing, I’d never seen her in too big of a rush to use the toilet, either. I got my answer soon enough. Once there was an issue with the plumbing in our dorm. Misty and I both almost had accidents, and when it was fixed she used the toilet and I had to break down and use the sink beside her. I had NEVER had to go that badly. Mina and Brooke, though? Totally fine. Even though the repair had taken 15 hours and neither of them had used a toilet at all in all that time. They even giggled a bit at me for being so desperate that I’d had to pee in the sink since I couldn’t wait one more minute for a toilet to become available. “How did you two not explode?!” Misty complained. “That’s SO unfair!” Mina just shrugged, reminded us of her choice of studies and career, and added that she’d long grown used to restraining her bladder however long she had to. “I had seven older brothers,” she said. “One bathroom. And after they started discovering Playboy it was rare that door wasn’t locked. I hated it back then, but now I’m grateful. I don’t have to worry about little things like peeing, which will be super useful when I start working.” “You’re both amazing,” I said, meaning every word of it. “Which one of you can wait longest, though?” “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever paid attention,” Brooke admitted. “But, probably me.” “What?!” Mina exclaimed, sounding almost offended. “No way, I can totally wait longer than you. Look at me,” she gestured to her body, but presumably mostly at her height, which dwarfed Brooke’s shorter frame. “Just because you’re taller, that doesn’t mean your bladder’s bigger,” Brooke said. “I can hold more than you, I’m sure.” “You know,” I said, giddy with excitement as it sounded to me like these two would totally go for my new idea. “There is one way to find out for sure…” And so, that Friday, I got to experience one of my dreams; Seeing two girls with ginormous bladders face off in a holding competition. I woke bright and early, we had a party to go to that evening, which a glance at the clock told me would be starting in 10 hours. I went to the bathroom door, hearing Misty inside, sighing with relief as she trickled into the bowl. I crossed my legs as I waited. After I’d finished, I saw Brooke and Mina were up and on the couch, so asked when they wanted to start the contest. “We already started,” Mina informed. “Had our last pees about 2 hours ago when we got up. Now we wait.” And, well… ‘Wait’ we did. The only real downside to watching two people with camel-sized bladders face off like this is that it takes a VERY long time for anything super interesting to start happening. Over the next 5 hours, Misty peed several times and I went once or twice, but Brooke and Mina never showed any signs of an urge even though it had been 7 hours since they’d last emptied out. And, it wasn’t like they weren’t drinking. Every hour on the hour, they’d each have a big bottle of water, but while I knew it MUST have all been going through them, it apparently amounted to little more than a shallow puddle inside their bladders. They weren’t twisting, they weren’t squirming, they weren’t bouncing. They were fine, and I was really looking forward for the inevitable point at which they wouldn’t be so fine anymore. Another 5 hours later, it was time for the party. When Brooke and Mina changed their outfits, they both put on tops that bared their midriff, and along with it… Their moderately swollen bladders. Both of them looked like they had a couple of water balloons straining against the waistbands of their shorts, overly full of 12 hours worth of unshed piss. I caught Misty staring at their bumps as well, which intrigued me since I know she does not share my more intense fascination with pee. “Wow,” she said aloud. “And you STILL don’t want to run to the toilet?” “Nope,” Mina said. “But, perhaps BROOKE would like to?” she added with a smirk. “No way,” Brooke said. “I could hold this forever.” So, the contest was going to continue while we were at the party, it seemed. I was pretty sure it was going to end there too. With those bulbous, swollen protrusions both of them were carting around, I didn’t think they could last too much longer no matter how confident they acted about it. Surely, they must have felt as if grapefruits were pressing against all of their other organs! At the party, I spent far less time mingling than I did watching Brooke and Mina. Misty, to my surprise, stayed by my side the whole time and watched as well. We stared in amazement as Mina and Brooke each knocked back drink after drink, adding to the already blistering burden resting just beneath their waistbands. I could picture the way their muscles must have been straining, pulling taut to withstand the grotesque level of pressure that their owners were forcing them to withstand. “How much longer do you think this will go on?” Misty asked, astonished as more and more time passed and neither girl seemed ready to break and make a run for the toilet. I checked my watch, they’d now both been without a piss for 16 hours. I knew from the plumbing incident that they could handle 17 without a fuss, so we still had a ways to go, even with the amount of liquids they’d been taking in all evening. “A bit,” I said to Misty. We stayed at the party for a lot longer than I’d thought we would. I was starting to get tired after a while, and only when I saw Brooke starting to jiggle a knee did I perk back up again. Finally, one of them was showing at least SOME sign of wanting a toilet break. I checked my watch yet again. It had taken 19 hours to reach this point, but at last, I was seeing the fidgety squirms that I’d been longing for. I saw Mina starting to drum her fingers against the table they were stood at, then a very subtle shifting between her feet. Finally… They actually had to go. To my astonishment, when we left the party 2 hours after that, both girls were quite a bit more squirmy but neither chose to visit the toilet before we left. “I can wait all night,” Mina said as we walked back to our dorm. Well, Misty and I were walking anyway. Mina and Brooke were more sort-of hobbling. Their legs were crossing together, making it hard to walk in a straight line. The bulges in their middles had grown considerably, now absolutely brimming with 21 hours worth of boiling piss, aching and screaming to be released… Man, was it ever late. I had to get some sleep, I knew. But, at the same time, I didn’t want to. I’d miss the end of the contest for sure if I fell asleep. Once we were back, I tried my hardest to remain awake, watching Brooke and Mina stirring in their beds— Wow, how were THEY asleep? Surely their dreams must have been plagued with waterfalls and roaring oceans, tempting imagery trying to force them to release the roaring torrents of pee no doubt sloshing against their quivering urethras. They were both doing a great deal of thrashing under their covers, I could see. Their legs were tangling in their sheets, their hands squeezing tight between their thighs. Clearly, these were two women with painfully full bladders, but with no intention of letting their urine exit it. At some point, I must have finally fallen asleep, because suddenly it was noon and Brooke and Mina were no longer in their beds. I cursed myself, I’d missed the end for sure. After peeing, I trudged into the living room, intending to ask who the winner had been. But, what I found there told me the question would be pointless. Mina and Brooke were both sitting on the couch… Sort of. They were both bouncing around so much that their butts were rarely actually on the cushions. They were pressing their palms down hard against themselves, waves and waves of pee swirling and pounding down against their urethral openings. Misty was the only one on that sofa that looked comfortable, and she wasn’t paying any attention at all to what was on the TV. She was staring with wide eyes at Brooke and Mina. “They’re still at it!” Misty whispered to me. “Can you believe that!?” I couldn’t really, but at the same time I sort of could. These two were obviously seriously competitive, each determined to last out the other whatever it took. My clit ached, I yearned to touch myself, but I wanted to stay out here and keep watching this unfold even more. “H—Hey,” I said, my almost painful level of arousal causing my voice to crack. “You know what might make this even more interesting? Some challenges.” “What kind of challenges?” Brooke grunted through an obvious spasm slamming through her bloated bladder… Which now that I was closer I could see was more bloated than ever before. Yesterday I’d compared it to a grapefruit, but that was no longer adequate. Now, it was a watermelon that she was lugging around, and I was sure Mina was sporting the same thing. “Like…” I said. “Oh, put your hands under the faucet, make sure the water is warm.” Mina and Brooke both hobbled their ways into the kitchen. I could tell every step now was sending ripples of sheer, uncontainable need through their bladders. But still, they DID contain themselves. They contained themselves all the way to the sink, and Mina cranked it on warm. They both plunged their hands beneath the faucet, and their bouncing and twitching increased as the sound, sight and most of all FEEL of all that water struck them. It must have felt like taking a knife to their swollen, hard abdomens, like their bladder was being squeezed and pressed and pulled, as if the organs were caught inside of a taffy machine. It was such an erotic sight that I couldn’t pull myself away, and I fought not to even let myself blink lest I miss a second of these girls’ incredible performance. “Ready to give up?” grunted out Brooke. “Never,” Mina replied with a smirk. “Okay,” I said. “That’s enough of that… We need something louder.” “The fountain outside the dorm?” Misty suggested. And see? Even if her bladder IS teeny, there’s a lot for me to love about that girl! “Perfect!” I said with a snap of my fingers. “You two should go sit out there on one of the benches in front of the fountain, and just… Listen to it.” Brooke and Mina nodded, seeming excited to take on the challenge. Walking outside to the fountain took some time, neither competitor could walk too quickly anymore, and I stayed behind them the whole way, watching as their hips twisted, shifted and bounced with urgency. How must they have been feeling by now? It had been… I checked my watch; It had been 26 hours now! 26 hours with zero bathroom breaks, and from the looks of it, zero leaks either! Every drop of their piss was still inside their bodies, every drop of it swishing and sloshing and trying as hard as it could to find some way out! We made it to the fountain, Brooke and Mina took their seats. Brooke was crossing and uncrossing her legs so many times and so quickly I worried she’d end up accidentally kicking herself. Mina was bouncing up and down so fast she looked like she was vibrating. The sound of all that water rushing from the fountain— So much like what they both needed to do— couldn’t have been helping! “Bet you have to piss something AWFUL by now, huh?” Mina taunted her opponent. “Hmmm, nope, I don’t think so,” Brooke said, adjusting her hand so her wrist was now pressing itself into her crotch. “But, it looks like YOU do.” “Not at all,” Mina insisted, but neither girl could fool anyone. They’d both unbuttoned their shorts, giving the bowling balls inside their abdomens more room to grow and spread out. Both of them were holding in buckets of urine, withstanding more pressure than I’d thought anyone could ever manage to bear. I could only imagine how much their overworked sphincters were quivering as they forced their bladders to remain taut and closed in the face of gallons and gallons of liquid. It was clear that they were bursting with piss, but what was also clear was their determination to fight down that need. We stayed at the fountain for a while, I was enraptured as I watched both women writhe against the bench. At some point, Misty asked if I was rooting for either one of them, and I realized that I wasn’t really. Truth be told, I didn’t want either one of them to lose, because then all of this would be over. And I wasn’t ready for it to stop, not by a long shot. I could spend days just watching these girls squirm, fidget and clutch themselves as those tight bulges in their middles grew more and more swollen. I imagined how tensely wound their muscles must have been by now. I pictured the way their urine must have been sloshing against their urethral openings, straining to be set free. I stared transfixed at the way their hands fisted between their legs, fingers trying their best to transform themselves into indestructible plugs. “I think Brooke will win,” Misty said, and I had to agree. Mina was getting more twitchy, more sweaty. She was still taunting Brooke, but her tone had begun to waver. She was not panicking, there was no worry present on her face, she still felt confident and determined to outlast her opponent. But, her body no longer seemed to share in her confidence. Brooke though, even with as much as she was jiggling, something about her still seemed to be fully in control. Even now, with 28 hours worth of urine stored inside her body, she could speak in a calm, measured and even tone of voice. After a bit, I wondered if perhaps the gushing spray of the fountain was fading too far into the background to really bother Mina or Brooke anymore. They’d grown too used to it. “Hey,” I said. “Get up, let’s try something more physical now,” I suggested. “Oooh, yes!” Misty said. “Hey, when I was in high school, I once forgot to pee before a gym class, and they had us do all these jumping jacks, sit-ups and push-ups and things… I made it to the toilet afterwards but I wasn’t totally ‘dry’, if you know what I mean.” “Great suggestions,” I told her. “Brooke, Mina, start doing some jumping jacks,” I said. Of the exercises Misty had listed, I thought that that would be the one most painful to perform with a brimming bladder. You had to spread out your arms and feet so far apart from each other, no way to cross your legs or hold yourself. And then there was the impact of your feet hitting the ground over and over again, jostling the bulging ball of pee inside you and trying to shake your urine right out! Neither competitor showed any sign of fear when I gave the order, they just got that same determined look on their faces and began. Every time they jumped, the bulges in their middles would shake. I swear, I could physically HEAR the liquid inside them sloshing, their bladders pulsating with every movement, with every inhale of air, with every heartbeat… I watched as they launched themselves up and down, up and down, up and down, every time their feet hit the ground I knew their sphincters must have been screaming, must have been burning, must have been stinging with the desire to release and push out everything pressing down against them. Their iron wills, though, that made them hang on and keep jumping. Willpower really can be a beautiful thing. It can lead a person to be able to do things they’d never thought they could do, like climbing steep mountains or holding their breath underwater for several minutes. But, even the strongest wills had limits, we are still only human after all. Misty was correct in her prediction; Mina broke first. A loud, thunderous hiss filled the air and I quickly saw the crotch of Mina’s shorts growing darker. Even upon realizing that she was peeing into her clothes, Mina did not freak out. She groaned, but the groan was clearly from disappointment that she’d lost the contest, not from any panic about how she was starting to have an accident. She stopped jumping, and briskly stumbled in the direction of the bushes that grew along the side of the walkway. I watched as she thrust her shorts down and squatted to continue releasing her deluge. And, wow had their been a lot of piss inside her! I was torn between watching Brooke who was still holding her bladder in front of me and watching Mina who was blasting out an inch-thick stream to my left. A fountain was spraying out beneath her, pummeling the dirt below and creating a massive, fizzing puddle. Mina spread out her feet a little more so that none of her spray landed on her shoes, and I was surprised she’d even remembered to think of that. If I was peeing like she was right now, I’d be so overcome by relief that my shoes would be the furthest thing from my mind. Misty was staring at Mina now too, her mouth hanging open. I knew that, like me, she’d never seen anyone go that much at once. This was even more than Brooke had unleashed that night at the bar. Mina’s release was no mere stream, it was a geyser, a torrential flood of scorching piss and I marveled at how good she must have been feeling to let go of all that. She was smiling, and her eyes had shut partway, so I knew she was certainly feeling relieved. She was even shaking a little bit, but while Misty or I would no doubt be moaning our heads off if we were releasing such a long, hard gusher of a pee like that, Mina was neither groaning nor sighing. She looked content, but still mostly in control. Even though she was hosing down a bush instead of a toilet. I swear, it took almost 3 minutes for her to stop, and after she’d pulled her shorts back up, I snapped all my attention back towards Brooke. No doubt, Mina’s hissing spray must have had an effect on her own bladder, and now that she’d finally won, she must have been DYING to water that bush herself. Indeed, Brooke’s squirms had picked up, her hands now tightly pressed against her crotch, her legs double-crossed both at her knees and ankles. I thought, surely, she was about to rip her shorts down and make use of a bush. She’d been victorious after all, no reason to keep restraining her bladder now. She was free. But, she didn’t. Instead, she said she wanted to head back inside. And now I assumed she just knew that she could make it to an actual toilet and would prefer to go there instead of outside. But, once we were back in our room, Brooke did not head for the toilet. “If I pee right away now, that just proves Mina and I are evenly matched,” she said. “I need to show I can really OUTLAST her, so that means I need to wait a bit more.” Holy… It wasn’t over after all! I was delighted! I still was going to enjoy at least a little bit more of Brooke’s desperation before she decided she’d actually proven her bladder’s superiority to Mina’s. She sprawled out on the couch, hands digging against the crotch of her shorts which I was amazed still did not have a damp spot. I saw the grotesquely swollen bulge of her rock hard bladder, achingly filled with what was now 30 hours of accumulated pee. All those drinks, all that time, and she was still keeping it all in! Misty stared at Brooke, “Oh. So… You don’t mind if I use the bathroom right now?” she asked. “Of course not, go ahead,” Brooke said. “I can wait a bit more.” Misty rushed off, clearly in a hurry to pee and get back to watch the rest of the show. “You did good too,” I told Mina, concerned that she may have felt bad about losing. “You lasted way longer than I ever could.” Mina just shrugged, “Hey, I know when I’ve been beat,” she said. “I just… Never thought I’d meet someone else that can wait as long as I can— Let alone even LONGER.” Brooke, in spite of the pain I was sure must have been encompassing her entire lower body, grinned triumphantly. Misty returned and continued to watch Brooke’s writhing, twisting body. Her eyes stilled on the now gargantuan bump in Brooke’s middle. Like me, she’d never seen anything like it before and it filled her with awe and curiosity. And she did something I’d been wanting to do for a while; She reached out a hand and touched Brooke’s swollen abdomen. Brooke’s hips bucked upwards, her body twitching and spasming at the sudden, additional pressure of Misty’s hand. Misty jerked her arm back, “S—Sorry,” she said. “Just… It’s interesting.” “It’s fine…” Brooke said, letting out a puff of air through her mouth. She then looked to me, “You wanna feel it, too?” she asked. Of course I did! Eagerly, I brought my hand forward and rubbed Brooke’s bulging boulder of a bladder. Since she’d known it was coming this time, she didn’t jolt quite as much. But, I did. I’d never… I’d NEVER felt anything like it before. It had been looking like a bowling ball for hours, but it FELT like one as well. It was round, firm, hard as a rock. It was like it was straining against the flat of my palm, I could almost feel it quiver and slosh beneath my touch. I even dared to press down on it, and then Brooke did give a lurch, her legs tangling up even further as I squeezed my hand against her bladder. I released the swell from my grasp and she took a few deep breaths as the pressure inside her began to go back to normal… Well, normal for her anyway. More and more time ticked by, after we’d been back inside for about 1 more hour, Brooke was laying flat on her back on the couch, her bladder protruding and her hands still squeezing away between her coiled legs. Brooke looked like she was holding an entire lack within her body, she looked like she was containing every drop of liquid that existed on Earth. She looked like she was made of nothing but pee. The sweat now rolling off of her in sheets must have been mostly urine, trying its best to find SOME way to exit her body. Still though, she held it. I thought she’d more than proven her ability to outlast Mina by now, but I was in no mood for this to end. As much as I wanted to see and hear what she’d been withholding for the past 31 hours, I would be as patient as I needed to be. In the end, she only moved from the couch when 7:30 was about to roll around, at which point she’d been more than 35 hours without a pee. 7:30 was when her favorite TV show aired, and she didn’t want to be distracted by anything else during it. “Well,” she said smoothly. “I figure I’ve proven my point by now anyway.” That was an understatement, I thought. “I’ll be back,” Brooke added, and then she slowly hobbled along to the restroom. “Mina, you wanna see what you just lost to?” she called teasingly, and I realized that I was in luck; Brooke wasn’t going to shut the door as she peed. She wanted us to watch, to know the full extent of what she’d done today. All three of us joined Brooke in the bathroom, and watched as she calmly slid her shorts down her legs before plopping onto the seat of the toilet. She didn’t start peeing immediately, though I’m sure the feel of the porcelain seat beneath her must have been making her overburdened sphincter ache and plead for release. “Okay,” she said. “I think this is gonna be a long one…” Plink… Plink… Drip… She began to drizzle out a slow stream and she smiled, then shut her eyes, clasping her hands in her lap. “Oh, that feels good..” she said, and I could barely imagine exactly HOW good. Her stream picked up in speed, beginning to hiss and splatter and fizz. Her smile grew; “This is honestly the best part of having a big bladder,” she said. “It feels great to sit back and let it empty.” The powerful jet she released now made the spray she’d treated us to at the bar look like nothing, she gushed and gushed and gushed, her stream not winding down but only growing more and more in its intensity. The hissing was eardrum-shattering, and it was enough to make ME feel like I had to go, and it made Misty start to jump from foot to foot. “Ohh, are you done yet?” she asked. “I need to use it!” “It’ll be a while,” Brooke said modestly overtop of the noise of her thunderous release. “Hold on,” and then she seemed to push down harder, because from the sound of the spray hitting the water beneath her, she was managing to piss even faster now, but still it took a while for her bladder to fully deflate. Almost 4 whole minutes before she was done, at which point Misty was bobbing up and down and clutching at herself. “Okay, okay, are you done?” “Yes,” Brooke confirmed, and after wiping, flushing the toilet, and pulling up her shorts, she was almost shoved over as Misty hurried to fling herself onto the seat she’d just occupied. “Ahhhhhh…” Misty moaned as she began to pour out her own stream, which when compared to what I’d just witnessed from Brooke was akin to the slight drizzle from a busted hose. The other 3 of us left the restroom while Misty finished, and I told Brooke how impressive I’d found her win to be. “That was crazy,” I said. “It was,” Mina agreed. “But, I’m going to want a re-match.”
  15. Desperation in a limo View File Found this while surfing around various websites tonight. Have no idea who she is. Middle aged MILF I'm guessing, gets desperate on the way back from a party with a new guy friend in his limo. No name or watermark so I am not sure who she is. The quality is great and the rain was a nice touch, well acted compared to so many similar ones and in English which I can understand. Bonus the car is actually driving. Submitter wet501 Submitted 01/25/2022 Category Female  
  16. David started to wake. He lazily cracks his heavy tired eyes. The promise of more sleep is warm and inviting with Dani nestled up against his body, one of her legs draped over his crotch crossing his lower body. He lightly stretches the arm that isn’t pinned under Dani’s pillow, takes a slow deep breath and exhales through his nose, ready to drift back into a deep sleep. Just as he was about to doze off a hot trickling sensation against his hip caught his attention. His eyes snap open! It was happening! It was finally happening! He was witnessing a genuine bedwetting! David has had a pee fetish for as long as he can remember but hasn’t been able to bring himself to tell Dani in their 7 months together. She is the first girl he’s actually been serious about in years and he just couldn’t take the idea of her possibly rejecting his greatest fantasy. The truth is he’s never been brave enough to bring it up with anyone except a couple guy friends while drunkenly discussing porn preferences. Even then they didn’t know how deep this obsession goes for him. It is the only category of porn he can really get off to. There is something so primal and sexy about the loss of control and the mess it leaves behind. David feels his dick stiffen as Dani’s stream starts to hiss and burble under the covers. He is now so hard his erection almost hurts. The head of his cock is starting to peek out of his waistband. In this moment he is completely torn. Should he wake her? Surely this is going to be an embarrassing moment for Dani even if he didn’t care. Her pee was starting to pool a little bit between their bodies as she continued to slowly soak her grey panties. David could feel his quickened heartbeat in his erection. Knowing it was the right thing to do David turns his body toward Dani to gently nudge her awake. The pee that has collected between them starts to soak into his shirt as the weight on the mattress shifts. He brushes her shoulder lightly with the back of his hand. Dani moans sleepily in a playful disappointed tone and she starts to realize something isn’t right. Her eyes jolt open and 3 hard long jets of pee splash right into David’s crotch. His entire body starts to buzz with excitement and a familiar feeling begins to take hold. David was about to cum. He hadn’t even touched himself but there was no mistaking it. Those three jets of pee have brought him to the moment of no return. Dani quickly props herself up on one arm and surveys the wet patch of pooled urine between them. Her face turns a bright shade of red, her voice shaking “Oh my god! No no no. I am so sorry babe I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” At this point David is clenching every muscle in his abdomen and pelvic floor just trying not to cum. His beautiful girlfriend is in distress and he can’t say a word because he is having some sort sick involuntary enjoyment of it. It takes all of his strength but he manages to say “Don’t worry babe we can just clean it up.” Dani jumps out of the bed her hand wiping away the pee glistening on her thighs, the soaked fabric of her panties sticking to her crotch showing the soft outline of her pussy lips. She quickly ducks out of the bedroom with one hand jammed in her crotch muttering to herself “Fuck, fuck fuck.” Five quick steps and she is in the hallway bathroom, she yanks her soaked panties down to her ankles and they slop loudly against the tile as she starts to unleash a torrent of pee into the toilet. At this point David is sweating gripping the bed for dear life. The sound of Dani’s strong desperate stream plunging into the water in the next room was too much! He pursed his lips tightly to hold back any moans as he started to ejaculate forcefully into his pants and up his stomach. He let out a few heaving breaths with the last of his orgasmic shudders and relaxed into the warm puddle on the bed.
  17. My name is Kevin and I’m a sorcerer. That’s right, sorcerers and sorceresses are very real. In fact, think of any mythological creature you’ve ever read about. They are all very likely real. But we don’t broadcast ourselves to the world. After all, if everyone knew about magical beings, we would be hunted to the ends of the earth. But just because we don’t put ourselves front and center, doesn’t mean we hide from everyone. For example, my girlfriend, Shawna. She loves it when I cast my magic on her. Well, for the most part, anyway. There was one time things got a bit hairy… For starters, let me paint a picture for you of Shawna. She’s 5’11”, 100 pounds soaking wet. Long jet-black hair. Long legs, with a nice, rounded backside. She can really work a pair of jean shorts. And she’s well-endowed on her top side, too. On this particular day, we were on our way back from a long road trip. It had been hot, and she had been drinking plenty of water… “Baby, I gotta pee,” she said. I checked the GPS. Forty-five minutes before we’d be home. “We’ve still got a long drive ahead of us, Shawn. Can you hold it?” “Sure, I guess,” she answered, but she didn’t sound very convincing. I say this looking back, because at the time, I wasn’t thinking about her tone. I just wanted to get home. I hate driving. Brooms, magic carpets, unicorns, all perfectly acceptable forms of transportation in my mind. But when living in the “real” world, compromises must be made. So, I continued driving, not really giving much thought to Shawna’s request. About ten minutes later, I heard her moaning and turned my head to see her with her hands firmly pressed between her legs. “Shawna, are you OK?” “Yeah, I just gotta pee.” “I thought you said you could hold it!” “Yeah, you did think that,” was her response. Shawna’s a sweetheart usually, but when she’s stressed out, she get pretty snappy. “But I said I have to pee. You know my bladder isn’t the best! I was hoping you’d try to find somewhere to stop!” “But I asked you if you could hold it and you said yes! If you wanted me to pull over, why didn’t you ask me to pull over?” “I didn’t think I needed to!” Arguing with Shawna when she got going was useless, because all we’d do is argue in circles until I admitted she was right. And I wasn’t admitting anything to her. But I had another way to get even. I looked at the GPS. Twenty minutes. “We’re almost home, babe. Just hang on.” Shawna groaned and shifted in her seat. The red tank top she was wearing did amazing things for her breasts. And now that she was pressing her back and bottom against the door and squeezing her knees into her crotch, I had a great view of those babies. I kept driving, pretending to be oblivious to how urgent her situation was, but I’ve seen Shawna desperate to go before. And she was certainly desperate! “Can you maybe hurry up?” “I’m going the speed limit, Shawn.” “Well, the road’s empty. Pull over and I’ll squat on the side of the road!” Normally, I’d have had no problem with that option. But with what I had in mind for Shawna, I wanted to make sure we were at my house. Made things easier. “We’re almost home. Just sit tight.” “Sit tight? I can barely sit still!” She was bouncing all over the place, she must have been pretty desperate. But still, I acted like I hadn’t caught on to the severity of her situation. As we reached my house, I could see her perk up. As far as she knew, relief was coming. If only my poor girlfriend had realized I had something else in mind… I pulled into the driveway and Shawna practically flew out of the car and towards the house. She had to pee so bad, she didn’t even realize I had magically slowed her movement by 20%. As far as she was concerned, she was running at full speed towards the house. I followed her and unlocked the door. She pushed past me and started running for the bathroom. It was time. “Full Body Petrification!” “Don’t you dare!” But it was too late. She stopped in her tracks, her feet rooted to the ground. Her white sneakers were starting to take on a grayish hue. She was turning to stone! “No! Why now?!” “Because you were being a bitch to me in the car.” “Because I have to pee, and you wouldn’t pull over!” “Because you said you could hold it!” “And you believed me?! You KNOW how my bladder is!” “Well, let’s see how you like it when it’s rock hard.” “Please, baby! I don’t wanna be stuck like this when I have to pee! You know how much it hurts when I have to hold it in!” I didn’t say anything. I looked down as the gray marble worked it’s up her legs. She was trying to keep her body moving while she could, but her legs were quickly petrifying, locking them solid in place. “Come on, Kevin! This isn’t funny!” Her legs were solid marble now and her hips and butt were following suit. Soon, her bladder would follow suit. That would certainly be interesting. “Oh, my butt! That’s like the worst cramp I’ve ever felt!” She reached behind her and touched her butt. “Ooh! I can’t believe you’re actually doing this to me, you bastard!” Her tone wasn’t as angry as it was before, but she definitely didn’t sound happy, either. “You think that’s bad, it should be reaching your bladder right about...” “Argh!” She grabbed her lower belly. “...now.” “Ow… oh man, that really sucks!” “How’s your bladder?” “It feels like a rock sitting in my stomach! Oooh, you’re such a jerk!” “The rest of you should turn to stone shortly.” The effect was already moving up her stomach and chest. Her breasts quickly became two large, stone globes. Her cleavage looked even better in marble. “And then what?” “And then you’ll be a statue. A fairly uncomfortable statue, but a statue nonetheless.” “How long am I going to be stuck like this?” At this point, her entire body was marble except for her head. Her hands had been fused to her stomach when she was touching her bladder. “I don’t know? Maybe a day? Or seven?” “WHAT?! A WEEK?! YOU’D LEAVE ME LIKE THIS FOR A WHOLmmmmmm!!! Mmmmm!!! Mmmm!!!” “Huh, sorry? I didn’t catch that last part.” She was completely petrified now. I touched her stone-cold breast, knowing she could feel it. Then I tapped the area near her bladder… That was three weeks ago. She’s still petrified like that, in my house. She still has to pee. She’ll get to go eventually. But I just wanted to prove my point. She DID say she could hold it. TO BE CONTINUED Just a silly little idea I had. I'm out of work for five days with Covid, expect more stuff lol I actually came up with two other stories while writing this one.
  18. I actually thought of this story recently when I watched the excellent political satire science fiction disaster movie Don't Look up. It showed how stupidity and irrationality tended to take over politics when we are facing a crisis, but the whole time I was watching the incompetent president deal with the crisis of the asteroid that was going to strike the earth, I sort of got this idea that it would be kind of fun seeing her desperate to pee, and then and from that I thought of this story about a female president trying to address the end of the world while fighting with her own ready to explode bladder with the two situations basically paralleling each other in terms of personal versus global crisis, and I am very pleased with how it turned out. I think that it also works a little bit as a political satire about women in politics, but I always thought to myself that female politicians probably had to have bladders of steel, seeing as they were often dealing with the public and often didn't get a moment in enough to even relieve themselves, and I thought that would be particularly terrible for a female president, who obviously doesn't want to stain her reputation, no pun intended, by being the politician who pissed herself in a crisis. But all in all I am especially pleased with this story as I think it was one of my better funnier desperation stories in general in a while and I hope you all enjoy it as well. A Very Desperate President Addresses the End of the World President Florence had drank a bit too much at her national security meeting that morning and found that she was desperately in need of a bathroom as quickly as possible. "Who knew that being a president would be so busy that I wouldn't even be able to take a piss," President Florence said under her breath, as she desperately looked around for a bathroom. Unfortunately all of the bathrooms in the halls of government seemed like they were like every other women's bathroom on the planet, with a long line in front of it, and she couldn't exactly claim executive privilege to use the bathroom without seeming like a bitch and without it being headline news. "Madam President we have a major emergency that needs your immediate attention," her national security advisor said as she started inching her way towards the bathroom line. "Can it wait just a moment, or maybe five minutes at the absolute most," she said as she crossed her legs under her skirt and looked longingly at the bathroom line. "Mdm. President this is the most urgent matter of national security that I may ever give to you, whatever it is it can wait." "Well I'm not so sure about that," she said as her national security advisor took her into a small room and sat her down on a couch, where she quickly crossed her legs tightly and began shaking her foot nervously. "Well come on let's get on with it, if this is the most serious thing I'm going to have to deal with in my presidency let's at least get it over with quickly as possible, cause if it can't wait let's get on with it!" Her national security advisor started playing a video of what looked like outerspace and what looked like some type of asteroid or a comet. "Mdm. President the news has just broken that a comet that we call a planet destroyer is on a collision course with the planet and the nation is waiting for you to address them on this matter." "How long do we have until this planet destroying asteroid or whatever is going to strike the planet and kill us all?" "According to the best estimates of our best scientists they estimate that it's going to hit the planet in about two years, three months and five days." "Okay two years, that is some time, and right now I could just use two minutes to compose myself and just give me a moment," she said as she started getting up to excuse herself to the bathroom. "But Mdm. President this is the most important news in the entire history of mankind, the press is going to want you to go to a press conference immediately." "Absolutely, I will immediately hold a press conference on this breaking news, I just have some matters of state, some very important business that I have to attend to." "Mdm. President could be more important than the breaking news that all life on earth is going to be wiped out in two years and we don't have the slightest clue how we are going to stop it?" President Florence was now struggling not to make it obvious that she was crossing her legs and tapping her feet impatiently. "It's top-secret, something that even you aren't entitled to know about, now out of my way I have to take care of it and then I will immediately address, you know the freaking potential end of life on the planet." President Florence walked out into the hallway and saw that the line to the ladies room looked like it had cleared up a bit, as her national security advisor was herself running to the bathroom. President Florence was about to follow her to the bathroom but as she started walking towards the ladies room that was when a barrage of press started coming and blocking her way. "Mdm. President we need a statement right now," they said as they started taking pictures and thrusting microphones in her face. Right now she had to pee so bad that she could barely think clearly and know how to address the situation. If she didn't get to a bathroom soon she was going to find herself in a really embarrassing situation, as the last thing that a worried nation and planet needed was to see their President piss herself on national television at the news of the worst catastrophe in the history of the world being imminent. "Mdm. President there are some who are saying that a huge explosion could divert the course of this comet from the planet, what do you think about the idea of making a huge explosion?" one of the reporters said. "I think that the idea of making a huge explosion is a really great idea, I would love to make a huge explosion," she said as she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to take some of the pressure off of her bladder. "According to scientists the comet is mostly made up of a tremendous amount of liquid ice and water, it is a wet one, so do you think a big explosion would be enough to break up all of that ice and water and liquid flowing off it's surface," the next reporter said. As President Florence thought of that comet giving off all of that water ice liquid she could only think about how she would like to be doing the exact same thing at that moment as she struggled her hardest not to make it obvious that she was bending at the knees. "I think that right now a big explosion might be the best possible solution to this problem," President Florence said, her eyes still looking over in the distance at the bathroom that was being blocked by the horde of press and media. "Mdm. President why do you keep looking off in the distance, is your mind elsewhere," one of the reporters said noticing that she was looking over in the direction of the bathroom as her national security divisor came out with a look on her face of incredible relief as she wiped away sweat from her forehead. At least she got to relieve herself, she probably was in a rush to brief the president for similar reasons that the president was, to get herself to a bathroom as quickly as possible! "She's looking at her national security advisor, maybe her national security advisor know something," everybody said as they started storming her security advisor. She thought if only she could find some way to get to the bathroom with made it making it obvious that that's what she was trying to do the whole time, but as the press blocked her way she realized that she wasn't going to be getting to going to that particular bathroom anytime soon. "Mdm. President we are waiting your state of the union address, a worried nation knows that you have to address this question right away," somebody said grabbing her by the hand and leading her towards the podium where she would address the nation. "But there's something else I have to do right away as well," President Florence said as everybody looked at her until she realized that she gave it away and had better think of something to save with so that she wouldn't lose face in the situation. "And by that I mean of course I have to pray to God that he will protect our country in this time of need because there is nothing a nation needs more than faith." She fingered the cross around her neck and gave a smile and a thumbs-up as people began taking pictures as she struggled not to be shaking at the legs with how badly she had to go to the bathroom. "Mdm. President I have nothing against people of faith, but I think in light of the mounting threat that this comet poses we should be pressing our trust in the scientists to save us from this disaster," one of the reporters said. "I think that under the circumstances that we need more than just useless platitude like thoughts and prayers." "Of course, science has done really great things in this world and I have every amount of faith in our scientists to solve this problem," President Florence said as she thought that science still hadn't designed a female bathroom that could be used efficiently in a time of need, and that once this apocalypse was taken care of she knew that she was going to be passing some other legislation through Congress to that effect. As she was forced in front of the podium at least she could hide behind that and hide the fact that her legs were shaking and that she could barely stand still. She figured she had better read the statement that had been prepared for her to reassure the American people. And she knew it was against her better instincts, but she drank down the glass of water at the podium that had been provided for her because her mouth had gotten dry with all of the anxiety of being both desperate to go to the bathroom and learning about the imminent end of the world just moments before. "My American people, we have a grave crisis and an emergency right now," she said thinking about the emergency that was going on between her legs more than she was about the comet that still wouldn't be colliding with the earth for at least another two years, which seemed less urgent to her than her own urgent need at the moment. She tried her best to focus on that matter at hand but her bladder was screaming out to her like she couldn't even imagine. She couldn't remember the last time she had to go to the bathroom this bad, it was probably on the campaign trail when she found it really hard to find a moment just to take a piss. A woman in politics really did need to have a bladder of steel, among other things. "And according to scientists if we do not divert the course of this asteroid, I mean comet, it's going to make a huge splashdown in the Pacific Ocean with huge waves of water that will be washing over everything for hundreds of miles, flushing away tons of farmland and cities," she said as her eyes were struggling not to water as she thought of all of that water being displaced by the comet. "Flushing away cities and farmland," she repeated, and the words were like agony to her at that moment. She knew was against her better instincts, but she drank the next cup of water that had been provided for her and somehow managed to finish her epic speech to the country. She knew that the body language that she was giving off probably gave away the fact that she had to go to the bathroom, but then she thought to herself maybe under the stress of the situation they would think it was just natural stress from the fact that the apocalypse was looming. Either way she figured that she could be forgiven for being a little bit antsy under the circumstances of learning of the perhaps imminent demise of the human race. When she finally finished her speech she was about ready to piss herself, but she knew if she pissed herself that nobody would take her seriously as keeping her cool in a crisis situation. Literally the last thing any American president wanted to do was to piss themselves at the news of an emergency, but right now the main emergency was in her pants, and if she didn't get to a bathroom immediately it was going to be a bigger catastrophe than the end of the world, because for her it would be the end of the world, or at least the end of her political career. People would end up calling her President pissy pants or something like that, and that's if she was lucky given the deterioration and partisanship of the current political climate. Congress really wasn't all that much different than a bunch of third-graders, except a bunch of third-graders tended to be more mature about bathroom issues. As soon as the press conference was over she slowly started hobbling into the hallway where she saw that the line to the ladies room was now astonishingly long and there was no chance that she was going to be able to use it. For a moment she felt like claiming executive privilege, and that's when she said screw it, some things come first and right now she was looking out for number one, literally! "Everybody clear out we have to secure this area," President Florence said as everybody got off of the line to the bathroom. As she cleared the area out she was about to use the bathroom but then she realized that by declaring an emergency situation now she couldn't use that bathroom either without it looking suspicious. She painfully crossed her legs together and Secret Service agents came and took her to a secret underground bunker where she finally managed to sit down on the toilet and let loose as she moaned with relief. As she came out of the bathroom with a smile on her face she shook her head. "Now that's proof that an explosion can really solve a problem!" Luckily for President Florence the fact that she looked nervous during the press conference actually gave her more political capital, as people said that it humanized her to see the president so visibly distressed by the news of the end of the world, little did they know what she was really distressed about, about how the opposition called her a desperate looking president looking for relief from the current situation, so maybe they weren't all that far off after all. Of course the end of the world was terrible, but when your bladder is full even the end of the world can wait. Fortunately the geniuses at NASA were able to find a way to deflect the comet from destroying the earth, even if it was an expensive mission. But using her political capital she figured she would now do the thing that the American people had wanted for the longest time, or at least she knew that she wanted it for the longest time. "And now we will vote on Senate Bill 654, a bill that would provide for greater numbers of female restrooms in all government buildings in Washington DC," Sen. Snyder said as he put it to a vote. When the vote came back and failed to pass President Florence shook her head as she realized that spending so much money on new bathrooms after the ludicrous amount of spending that went into preventing the comet from destroying the earth would not go over well with Congress, which was overwhelmingly a bunch of stodgy old conservative men who didn't quite see it as urgent as the president did, probably because none of them ever had to wait on line for the bathroom during a moment of national crisis. "Well you win some you lose some, I guess we all have to make sacrifices for our nation," President Florence said as she crossed her legs, took an agonizing glance towards the direction of the ladies room and walked past it has she prepared to address the nation once again. And the worst thing was that as torturous as it was to her to address the end of the world with a full bladder, she thought that it was probably a piece of cake compared to having to now address the greatest bursting of a dam disaster and subsequent flooding of the city of Flushing in the history of the nation.
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    "Nana Maeno, who appeared in the 39th issue of "Diaper Club", and Mio Hinata, who is scheduled to appear in the 40th issue, are very close friends even in private. We planned a girls-only gathering for two people who have experienced diaper photography to experience peeing and diapers in a fun way. From the episode discussion at the time of shooting in front of colorful diapers, to the topic of past peeing. From the flow of wanting to see each other's peeing, it evolved into a photo session of pants incontinence. He put the small water that oozes out of his pants into the video while reporting cutely. After cleaning your wet crotch, wear a paper diaper that is larger than the big one for kids. Even paper diapers will make a rough appearance, but due to the large amount of Nana-chan's pee, it will overflow without being absorbed for children! Finally, replace the wet pants and paper diapers of your partner and wear them. It is a documentary video of diaper time that is extremely precious to see."
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    High-quality video files for DLEE-234 (jeans with pee 1). I've seen posts here before, but those files were of poor quality.
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    Support the developers here. The two save files are from King12345678, the uploader of the raw game. Dialogs and choices should be translated and other game-breaking texts are not. Needs Japanese locale to run. Locale.Emulator.2.5.0.1.zip Belka, a female swordfighter who received a request for escort from the main character On the island of Julilla, where she went, she was swayed by her stomach upset ... It's an RPG type game 【Precautions】 * There is no avoidance route with direct excretion expression. [Branch] None One ending Game Over with boss battle annihilation * Since it is created with Udita, it is for PC only. Please check the basic operation with the trial version. Illustration cooperation Mr. Ura Idea, test cooperation Mr. Meat Mr. Okoze Hayakawa Raw:
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  22. Today´s plan was to take a walk in the forest, look for some mushrooms, just wet myself a tiny bit, and then go home and do something creative that didn´t include writing fetish porn. My bladder had other plans for me. Yeah, I did plan to wet, but just a little. I had this idea that i´d stage an almost made it accident for myself, pretend to find a secluded place off track to pee, and start peeing before I got my pants down. Then I would cover that patch with a sweater on the way home. But, just in case, I brought some spare pants with me. That was good. I had a big glass of water with my breakfast, and another one before I headed out, but nothing extreme. It surprised me that my bladder so soon made itself noticed with little spasms, as I walked up the streets through the village and towards the woods on the other side of the highway. I didn´t have that full bladder feeling, it just seemed to be very active today, maybe because I ended up holding a lot of pee during masturbation last night. I had just passed by all houses and reached the small path in the end of the road when I had a surge that caught me by surprise as I felt a few drops of pee warm my underwear. Seconds later I met a woman with a paper bag. If she had been walking this trail already there would be no mushrooms left, I thought, but I hoped she was one of those only looking for one kind of mushrooms, since I´m a little more skilled. It´s good for me to be reminded that there are other people than me in the woods, because it´s so rare that I bump into someone in the areas where I walk and that can make me too bold. Not that this reminder did anything to my behaviour today, but anyway. There were mushrooms left. Plenty. I just had to walk a few minutes when I saw bright yellow chantarelles among the leaves in the moss just a few meters from the trail. When I bent down to pick them up the bladder spasmed again, and I had to fight to hold it. Ok, so this is how you want it today, bladder, let´s play then! I thought. As I kept walking my bladder felt perfectly fine again, I didn´t feel the slightest need to pee, and then out of nowhere it contracted again. I love to hold when it behaves like that. Usually when I do holds, at least in the afternoon and evenings, I just feel very full, it´s a constant growing desperation and it seems to take ages to reach the point when I start leaking, not even then are there any real surges, it´s just slowly overflowing. When the bladder is more active like this there is more action and I love it. I soon spotted something yellowish white that looked interesting among the trees to my right, and sure there was a sea there of one of my favourite kinds of mushrooms. Google tells me they are called hedgehog mushrooms or hedge hog tooths in english (learned a new word today). If you haven´t tried being on a mushrooms picking hike when you need to pee, you should do it. It´s the perfect challenge. You need to stop walking and have a look around, you risk to lose concentration on your bladder when the spotting of some great find excites you, and then you need to bend over, crouch down to pick them up, and stand up again, until they are all gathered in your basket/bag, and those changes of positions triggers the bladder to another move. It was in one of those moves that I found myself pressing my knees tight together and still couldn´t avoid a second little leak to slip out. I checked my jeans as I kept walking, nothing showed yet, I just felt a little dampness against my fingers, but I could clearly feel the wetness in my panties. I was still sticking to my first plan – to almost make it. But I decided to challenge myself a little more first. I´d keep walking until I reached the gravel road further down, then I would pass by a house while still desperate, and after that I could pee. I still was doing ok and could walk in a relaxed manner between the surges. When I stopped to drink some water near the house, I had another one, I tried all I could to hold back against it, and I didn´t really feel myself peeing, it just got a little more warm between my legs. I had a quick look and there was a tiny little wet spot in my crotch, not yet visible to anyone but me. Now was really a good time to go pee to avoid any mishaps. But I didn´t want to. It just felt too good to keep holding. I gave myself another, much bigger challenge. In fifteen minutes walk or so, the trail would reach a gravel road, that I would have to walk along for another ten minutes. It was just a forest road that almost nobody used, but still, you don´t squat right next to a road right? I would have to hold it until I reached another trail leading into the woods again. The spasms were now coming in shorter intervals. As long as I kept walking I was pretty fine, but stopping to pick up another little mushroom I found, made me pee dancing, but I couldn´t just leave it there, could I? A few drops slipped out every now and then. I really needed to go now. But I hadn´t even reached the gravel road yet. When I did, I was starting to feel the arousal from the now fuller bladder pushing the clit area. Best way to stay dry would be to just keep walking fast through the spasms, having just small leaks sipping out, but to stop and ride them out felt so much better. So I was standing there on the road, my thighs tight together, focusing on the intense sensation of my bladder building up the surge, gasping in the fight against it, feeling myself losing it for another tiny spurt, and it felt fantastic. And again, stopping, breathing hard, riding it, enjoying it, relaxing my muscles in just the right moment to feel my vagina contract and pulsate in a hands-free semi-orgasm. Wow. Next time I stopped, the spasm was too hard. Instead of just causing a leaking a jet of pee shut out, and immediately a pretty little dark patch was growing in the front of my pants, down my left thigh. I couldn´t stop looking at it. Now it was obvious I had wet myself, but I could probably cover myself by keeping the bag with the mushrooms in front of me if I needed to. I had passed by an old abandoned little summer cottage, and would soon be where the trail leads up into the woods from the gravel road I was walking on. I had adjusted my original plan to try to save these pants. I was now hungering too much for the feeling of just fully relax and wet myself. I would find a place off track where I had some cover, and then I would sit down, and I would feel the pee spread under me, saturate the fabric of my jeans and stream down into the moss with a hissing sound. Damn, I needed to stop thinking about it, as the thought of it almost made me wet myself right there on the road. I started walking up the trail, it was uphill and I was on the verge of leaking with every step I took. I was so close to lose it now, it was high time to find a good place to wet. But the trail went across an open clear cut with good view from any directions, so I´d have to walk up the hill. Let´s head for that uprooted tree, I thought, in the very same moment that I felt the pee shooting out and start streaming down my legs. I clenched, bent over, tightened every little muscle I had, but I couldn´t hold it back. This was it. I was losing control. Not in one exploding waterfall, but in gushes that kept repeating themselves. I regained control for a second and then helplessly lost it again. Caught up in a wide range of emotions I still managed to take up the phone, and film myself, while losing another big spurt into my jeans, still thinking I should get out of the way, I shouldn´t be standing here filming myself peeing my jeans in full view from the trail, and I shouldn´t be peeing into these shoes, and fuck I can´t stop it, and it feels incredible... I wasn´t giving up, I kept trying to stop the flood, while making my way up the hill, but it was too brutally forceful. The spurts just kept coming, I kept peeing my pants. When I finally reached that tree I was wet all way down the back of my right leg, but these my favourite wetting jeans absorb great so at least nothing had gone into my shoes. I sat down on the tree, leaned back and let go of the rest. It was still a lot, and to finally allow it all to come out, feel it pool down my butt before streaming out between my legs felt amazing. I undressed and put on my sweatpants, but kept my wet panties underneath on the walk home as a nice naughty reminder of what just happened. I forgot to bring a plastic bag for the wet jeans, so I had to wrap them up in my rain jacket before putting them into my backpack. It didn´t matter, I think that rain jacket smelled a little bit of pee anyway from an earlier adventure. Now it´s all in the washing machine, and here I am, instead of preparing a mushroom dinner I´m finishing another story, that for a change didn´t take me a month to write, because I seemed to just go with the flow today. Sometimes that´s awesome! 20210914_122937.mp4
  23. Hello there, I thought I'd start a thread to show off and for me most importantly save my diaper pictures. I can't keep the pictures on my phone bc my boyfriend might see them and I thought they're safe here and some of you might even enjoy them. I'll probably add more over time whenever I'm home alone but for now, here's a bit of what I did this week in quarantine. ~puckii
  24. I thought it would be fun to usher in the new year with some drawings of a woman wetting through out the year. So without further ado, meet Cali! It is vitally important that people know the pee in January are icicles and ice cubes. I also tried to avoid using any holiday imagery for the months except for October which as far as I can tell is only Halloween. Let me know what you think!
  25. Commissioned fic for someone who wanted a woman with a bladder of steel and an unrealistically long hold -- I once worked with a girl on a week-long project at a conference out of the city. Peyton was a sweetheart; a little bit shy, but very businesslike when it came down to actually doing our work. Management had us room together in the hotel, and over the week I got to know Peyton a little bit better simply from spending so much time with her. She was smart, funny, knew endless trivia about television shows—and she never seemed to use the bathroom. Naturally this wasn’t something I was going to bring up; after all, how does one tactfully mention such a private matter? We shared a hotel room, and I knew she went into the bathroom sometimes, because she took showers, and I heard her in the mornings brushing her teeth at the sink. But all day when we were out at panels or on rides with our boss, she never used the bathroom. It wasn’t even that she was dehydrated; she kept up a steady intake of fluids through the day, water, Coke, those plastic orange juices you can get at a gas station. But she never used the bathroom. She never even acted like she felt the urge. In the middle of the week we were asked to go on an out of town ride to visit some potential clients in another city. The trip was going to take two hours going and coming, so four hours total, plus however long we spent in the city itself with our clients. As Peyton and I dressed for the day I jokingly said, “I really hope that there are rest stops on the drive! I’m sure we’re going to be dining with our clients and I don’t want to get caught unprepared.” She smiled a little at her reflection where she was putting in earrings. “I’m sure there will be,” she said, but didn’t add any other info about her own feelings on the subject. We went downstairs to the lobby and each had a portion of the continental breakfast. I had waffles and a banana, and she had cereal and milk. On top of that she also drank two small plastic cups of orange juice and a mug of coffee. By the time we were both finished eating it was almost time to leave, so I went and used the lobby bathroom. Peyton didn’t join me; when I exited I found her waiting quietly by the entrance, looking at her phone. She smiled at me and asked if I was ready to go. “Yeah,” I said. I thought about asking her if she wanted to use the bathroom before we left, but decided against it. I didn’t want to be late to our meeting and I was sure Peyton didn’t either. Besides, she knew her own body much better than I did, obviously! We set off in one of the company cars. We had decided between ourselves that she would drive there, and I would drive back. I sat in the passenger seat watching the trees and little towns pop up as we rode down the highway. For a while Peyton had the radio on, but eventually the station started fuzzing out, so she switched it off and started going over the questions we were going to ask our potential clients, what sorts of things we would discuss with them, etc. As we drove on talking about our work the sun rose higher, streaming in through the back window. About an hour into our drive Peyton turned to me and said, “Do you mind if we stop for a second at the next turn-off?” “Not at all,” I replied. My heart had kind of started racing; I wondered if all the liquid she’d consumed with breakfast had hit her bladder. Would I at last see Peyton use a toilet? But when we pulled over in the next town it was just so she could grab a bottle of water at a gas station. “The sun is making me sweat,” she complained as she slid into the driver’s seat again. “It’s so hot in here; it’s like a greenhouse.” “Right,” I said, watching in mild fascination as Peyton unscrewed the cap off the bottle and tipped it back to her lips. It was one of those giant water bottles you don’t see at every station, and it was covered in condensation from the store refrigerator. She must have taken at least six enormous swallows of water before screwing the cap back on and putting the bottle in the cup holder. “So much better!” she gasped out. She glanced at me: “Did you want some water, too? I don’t mind if you just wanna run in real quick and grab one, I think we’re ahead of schedule—” “No, I’m okay,” I said. It was definitely warm in the car from the sun beating down on the glass, but I didn’t want to fill my bladder up before we’d even gotten to meet our clients. Peyton shrugged. “Okay,” she said, just as pleasant as ever. She turned the ignition over and we set off. Luckily, there wasn’t much traffic, and we made it to the next city with about fifteen minutes to spare. By the time we arrived, Peyton had finished most of the water bottle; it was so close to being empty now that she kept the cap off and would just roll the condensation-slick plastic on her neck and cheeks, occasionally moving the bottle almost absently to her lips to drink. In spite of all of the liquid she’d consumed, though, she didn’t seem at all desperate for a bathroom. We’d gotten out of the car to stretch our legs and wait for our clients, and she wasn’t even bent over at the waist. Shortly after arriving, our clients pulled in as well. We were at their office, which was just a block or two over from the restaurant where we were going to have lunch. We shook hands and they let us into the building. As the four of us walked towards one of the conference rooms, the lady client pointed to a mini-fridge in the corner: “Would either of you care for a drink?” I was quite thirsty after the long drive and the hot sun, so I accepted the offer and took out an apple juice. I was—well, not quite shocked, but certainly a little surprised when Peyton also took a grape juice. I raised my eyebrows at her and she just laughed a little as we continued on into the conference room: “I told you, that car was a greenhouse,” she whispered. “I’m pretty sure my body doesn’t even realize I drank water.” We got settled in the conference room and began our meeting. There was a pitcher of water in the center of the table as well as individual glasses for the four of us, and we all took regular drinks from the pitcher, since it was such a warm day. About an hour and a half into the meeting I began to feel the effects of all the liquids on my bladder, and asked if I could be excused to the restroom. One of our clients said she also needed to go, and called for a five-minute break. I returned to the conference room first and found Peyton still sitting there drinking what looked to be her fourth glass of water. Finally, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore. “Where are you putting all this water?” I asked incredulously. She must have consumed well over two liters of liquid at this point, but she was just sitting there calmly, sipping from her glass. Her legs weren’t even crossed. She shrugged in response to my question. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve just always been like this. When I was little my family used to joke that I was part camel.” We both laughed at that, and I took my seat again next to her, but couldn’t help watching as she finished her glass and then poured herself a fifth one, asking me if I wanted any. I said sure, so she turned—she was standing up—to pour me some water as well. Her blouse was tucked into her skirt and I noticed for the first time her midsection was rounded, sticking out noticeably against the loose cotton of her shirt and the stiffer fabric of the skirt. As she sat back down I couldn’t help wondering if that little bulge was her bladder. She was a petite girl, and I hadn’t noticed anything like that in the few days we’d spent together up until now—although of course I hadn’t really been looking, either. But I thought of all the times that we’d spent out, drinking with our boss, drinking during meals, and how she never seemed to use the bathroom, even in our room. After a few more minutes our clients both returned and the meeting continued. At noon we had a second break for lunch. By this point Peyton had drank another three glasses of water, and as we all stood up I couldn’t help glancing at her stomach again. It was even rounder now, stretching full and bloated against her waistband. But she walked steadily out of the room with us. She wasn’t even slightly hunched over. We walked the two or so blocks to the restaurant. Because it was the lunch hour on a workday, there was a significant line to get in. The four of us stood idly talking while we waited. Several times I saw Peyton smooth her hand over her round, distended bladder, but she didn’t seem to be in any distress. In fact, when we got into the restaurant and were seated, she ordered a sparkling water with lemon. She took regular sips from it throughout the meal, even asking for a refill—twice—before we were done. Both myself and our male client excused ourselves to the restroom during the course of the meal. As I returned to the table I noticed Peyton uncrossing her legs. She was very casual about it, so I didn’t say anything, but I made a mental note. It was the first sign all day—in fact, since the start of the week—that I’d seen her do anything to indicate discomfort. But for the rest of lunch she didn’t so much as shift in her chair. When the bill came our female client went to use the restroom as well, while Peyton and I sat continuing our conversation with the man. Soon she returned to the table, and the four of us waited for our cards, then left. The meeting in the conference room was over around two. Our clients wanted to show us some more things in their offices before we left, so we took a tour of the building with them, pausing to remark on various things we saw. Peyton was taking notes on her tablet, and I was paying enough attention to our clients that I could answer questions correctly and ask appropriate ones myself, but I was watching her out of the corner of my eye. Her bladder was by now so large it had begun to push up against the soft, loose fabric of her shirt, tightening it against her skin. She still wasn’t really restless or indicating any type of discomfort, but every so often when we’d move to a new room she’d press her thighs together subtly before standing still and lifting her tablet again. Eventually the tour was over. We shook hands with our clients and assured them we’d be in contact again very soon. Before we left I took one more opportunity to use the restroom, my bladder having filled up again from lunch, but Peyton said she was fine. Our clients asked us if we wanted one more drink for the road; I declined, but Peyton said yes, and took a can of pineapple juice. This time it was my turn to drive, so I got in the driver’s seat and pulled up the map to return to the hotel on my phone. In the passenger seat Peyton was sitting very still, and very calm. “I think the meeting went well,” I said casually as we turned to get onto the highway again. “I think our boss will be suitably impressed by the clients, don’t you?” “Yeah,” Peyton said. She was taking regular sips from her pineapple juice and soon had emptied it as it was one of those tiny aluminum cans. Most of the drive back was silent, except for the radio. I was watching Peyton out of the corner of my eye for any signs that she might need to urinate now that she’d drunk what must have been over three liters of liquid, but she did nothing. She was just very quiet, looking out the window. Occasionally she would cross her legs or smooth a hand over one thigh, but it didn’t seem to be out of any particular discomfort. Again, about halfway through the drive, we pulled over; this time it was so I could use the bathroom at a truck stop, and also refill the gas tank on the car. I asked Peyton if she wanted to use the bathroom too but she said she’d rather not, since truck stop bathrooms are usually pretty dirty. “But I’d appreciate if you’d get me a bottle of water,” she said. I tried not to let my surprise show on my face, but I must have not been as subtle as I thought, because she laughed: “I can’t help it! I’m just really thirsty!” I shrugged. It didn’t make any difference to me. I used the restroom and bought her a bottled water. We started off again. Traffic was light all the way up until we were maybe seven miles from the turn off that would lead to the hotel. We hit a bumper-to-bumper wall of cars. Peyton looked it up on her phone, but nothing had happened; it was just regular rush hour traffic. Still, the estimated time on my phone had changed now, and we weren’t scheduled to get back to the hotel until after six. Peyton sighed when I told her this, and I thought surely now she’s going to mention needing a toilet, but she just said she was sorry she wouldn’t have time to put on something more comfortable before we went to the usual company dinner with our boss and coworkers. As we sat in traffic Peyton began smoothing her hand more frequently over the soft bulge in her middle. Several times I saw her squeezing her thighs together, or crossing her ankles over each other, but she didn’t say anything. If she leaned forward it was just to turn the radio up, or change the station. We inched forward in traffic and made small talk to fill the awkward silence between us, Peyton telling me more facts about television shows she knew, me telling her about my crocheting hobby, but never once did she ask me to pull over, even when we passed two turn-offs before our exit. By the time we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel it was getting dark. We got out of the car and hurried into the lobby—the restaurant where we had our company dinners was in the hotel. I told Peyton if she wanted to go upstairs and change she could, I wouldn’t mind giving our boss her excuse, but she shook her head: “No time,” she said, and we walked quickly to the restaurant. Our boss waved us to her table and asked how the meeting had gone. “Fine,” we both said simultaneously. I began telling her details; when the server came to ask what everyone wanted, Peyton ordered a Coke and a water, saying that sometimes carbonation made her feel sick but water would cancel it out, and she needed the Coke to stay awake after our long day. I kept my mouth shut as the meal progressed but watched in astonishment as Peyton put back both glasses, plus a refill on her water, plus all the ice as it melted. With dinner finished and paid for we stood up and I caught another glimpse of Peyton’s swollen, overly full bladder. It now more closely resembled a watermelon she’d shoved under her shirt. I thought I saw our boss clock it as well, but of course she didn’t say anything. The rest of the evening and night was spent in our separate hotel rooms, entering information into our laptops and tablets, making last-minute calls, and other things. I used the bathroom a few times over the course of the evening, but Peyton did not; she only went in to brush her teeth. She changed into her pajamas in the bathroom with the door shut, as we weren’t that familiar with each other, but I didn’t hear her sit on the toilet, nor did I hear it flush. When she came out her pajamas—even softer cotton than her blouse, and of course much more informal—stuck out jarringly around her bladder. She was taking careful, slow steps as she walked back to her laptop, pressing her thighs together, but told me she needed to get her work finished before calling it quits for the night. I saw her wince as she lowered herself into the seat, but aside from crossing her legs tightly she made no other indication she needed the toilet. Eventually I began to fall asleep; I asked if she’d mind if I turned the light off, and she said, “No, go ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow!” I told her good night and switched the lamp off, my last glimpse of Peyton for that night being her sitting gingerly on the edge of her seat, typing rapidly away on her keyboard. In the morning when I woke I was startled to see Peyton had fallen asleep at the desk. I got up and touched her shoulder to wake her, and she lifted her head and blinked at me groggily. “Ooh,” she said, “I shouldn’t have done that; I’m so stiff…” Then she stood and winced. My eyes dropped to her bladder and I was even more startled to see it was still swollen, sticking out well past where it had been the night before. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer and said, “Peyton, didn’t you… you know… go?” She shook her head. “No, I just got so wrapped up in my work, and then I put my head down just for a second to rest my eyes when they got tired, and the next thing I knew you were waking me up—ooh.” She crossed her legs a little bit and bobbed up and down on the spot, gritting her teeth. “I do really, um—regret that decision now, though!” She gave a little laugh. I glanced further down and noticed two empty miniature water bottles in the trash can. I knew they hadn’t been there the evening before, since the maids had come in and cleaned. Had Peyton drank even more after I’d fallen asleep? For several seconds we both stood there, Peyton a little bent at her waist, fidgeting slightly. Then Peyton said, “Look, I’m really hungry; do you want me to go downstairs and grab us both a quick bite to eat?” I opened my mouth to protest; then shut it again. I told her sure. She nodded and walked over to her suitcase to get out a bra and some leggings to put on before heading out. Her bladder was so big it jiggled as she walked, and as she shut the door behind her I realized I really needed the toilet myself. I went in and did my business, then decided to take a shower while waiting for Peyton. I like long showers, so I took my time in there, enjoying the heat and steam from the water. By the time I came out Peyton had returned and was eating a waffle and drinking another one of those plastic cups of orange juice. I imagined I could see her bladder visibly swelling more and more as she drank, though I knew that couldn’t have been possible. I sat down on my bed to eat my own breakfast, watching as Peyton drank and chewed on her food. Her feet were dancing restlessly beneath the table, and her thighs were shifting, the soft fabric of her leggings brushing together. Suddenly she let out a sharp gasp, one hand plunging between her thighs. She looked up at me, biting her lower lip. Her cheeks were bright red. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “I don’t mean to be so unprofessional, I just—I really, really need to go to the bathroom!” I didn’t even have time to think of an adequate response to this obvious statement before Peyton was jumping up and running into the bathroom. She didn’t shut the door all the way in her haste, and I heard the toilet lid come up and her frantic shifting and moaning as she tried to get her leggings—which were quite form-fitting—down in time. Then I heard Peyton’s ass hit the toilet, and I was more than a little surprised at the loud, obscene moan she let out as piss gushed out of her. The spray of her urine was so forceful it sounded like it was going to come out of the toilet and onto the floor. She kept moaning raggedly as she pissed and pissed, sounding like a fire hose on full blast. I couldn’t help getting up and throwing my trash away on pretext of looking at her through the slight crack in the bathroom door. She was slumped almost completely backwards on the bowl, legs spread wide open. She hadn’t even gotten her leggings past her knees, and her pee was hitting the side of the toilet so hard I could see it, the stream thick and clear and strong. I couldn’t help noticing the time on my phone, and was amazed as her pee continued on for two, then three, then four minutes, never losing power or force. Finally, after nearly six minutes, it began to slow down, though it continued on for a while in a thin trickle, and then dribbling, before she finally stopped peeing nearly seven minutes in. I heard her breathing hard for a while, and occasional trickles of urine kept hitting the toilet water. Finally I heard her stand and flush, and she washed her hands before coming out. Her waistline was finally down to its normal size; her cheeks flushed, a smile of relief on her face. She sat down at the desk where she’d fallen asleep, booting her laptop up. She turned her smile to me and said, “Ready for another day?” My throat was completely dry after hearing the absolute waterfall she’d released in the bathroom, but I managed to make my voice come out normally as I responded, “Yeah, of course.”
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