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  1. Hello there I hope everyone is doing well right now, with all of the craziness going on. I myself am doing well. Work has also slowed down a fair bit, and I have even more time on my hands than I did before! With that being said, this has actually been on my mind for awhile, but I wasn’t sure how I would do it, or if I wanted to do it at all. I’m still not entirely sure about it, which is why I wanted to get some feedback. I’ve done a fair bit of writing on here, as well a couple unfinished stories still in the works. I wanted to get a general idea of whether or not anyone would be interested in ordering commissioned stories from me? I’d be open to writing just about anything omorashi related, and I would be open minded to exploring other ideas as well. Just nothing too extreme, or you know, illegal (which should go without saying)! I wouldn’t plan to charge much because I’ve obviously never done this before. But overall, is this something anyone would be interested in? Feel free to leave your questions or comments below!
  2. I thought I’d take an unconventional approach to an omorashi anthology. This is the prologue, please let me know what you think! ********** Prologue: Let me share some fun facts with you. There are approximately 7.82 billion people in the world. Specifically, 7,757,304,035 people, last time I checked. That’s a lot right? That’s approximately 7,800 millions. Have you ever counted to 1 million before? How about 7,800? Exactly. 7.8 billion is a big number. It’s a massive number actually; so massive in fact, that it would take you approximately 31 years, 251 days, 7 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds just to count to 1 billion, at the rate of 1 number every second, on average. Most of us would literally die trying. So that begs the question: how did I do it? No, it’s not because I can count really fast. I’m actually one of the slowest people I know. I’d be late to my own funeral, assuming I died on time. No, I’m just good with numbers. Really good, if I can flatter myself for a moment. Statistics are a breeze for me; fun even, if you can believe that. So much fun that I graduated with a masters in marketing and a bachelors in statistics by the time I was 22. I didn’t have much of a social life, and I really didn’t need one. I was singularly fascinated with how you could enumerate and then monetize human behavior, based on something as simple as a demographic. Example: out of the approximately 76 million college students in the United States, 22% of all of their beverage consumption is coffee. Not surprisingly, there’s a Starbucks on every campus I’ve ever been to. Never do something you’re good at for free they say. So I founded the world’s largest statistics and analytics company, DMG Analytics. Because let’s be honest, compiling numeric profiles on 7.82 billion people is a lot of work for one guy, despite my affinities. We collect and compile valuable consumer data for large companies across the globe, using state of the art software that I co- designed and patented. We can get specific, very specific, and that’s a huge asset in this industry. Retail, big tech, you name it; we make sure our clients are reaching their number one customers. We do the numbers, so you don’t have to. So why am I bothering you on a fetish website? Well first of all, I hope I’m not bothering you. If I am, well at least you learned something about coffee and college students. But I’d like to think I have more to bring to the table than a few fun facts. What I bring is decisive probability; likely outcomes, based on facts and collected data. What better way to think about desperate guys and gals than in a “big picture” kind of way? I’m sure some of you can appreciate that. Let me share another fun fact with you. Out of 7.82 billion people on the planet, 327 million are in the United States. Out of 327 million individuals in the US, 13 million have had an accident so bad, they had to tell someone about it; in fact, only 15% of that 13 million are men, the other 85% are women (sorry ladies, our lines just aren’t as long). If you consider that all surveys only have a 30-40% response rate, that means there could be upwards of 20 million men and women who gambled and lost, but just aren’t willing to take a weird survey. That’s a lot of people having accidents, when you think about it. I’d say it’s safe to say that the likelihood of any number of omorashi related fantasies and fictions actually happening is fairly high at this point. You may never have seen an accident, but think about how often you get desperate, either on purpose or by accident. What are the odds that that’s happened to someone else, out of billions of people? Very high, I’d say. Maybe yesterday, maybe two weeks ago. But someone, somewhere, has had an accident recently. Someone’s crush has definitely probably been desperate and wet herself in front of their secret admirer. A hot teacher has definitely probably squirmed behind her desk, counting the seconds till the bell rings so she can speed walk to the nearest staff bathroom, only to wait in line, shuffling her feet as she tries to keep her composure. These things happen more often than you’d think. I’m speaking from a straight guy’s perspective, who has no personal desire to see other men desperate. To each their own. But regardless of orientation, I’ve been desperate before, just like you’ve been desperate before; it happens to everyone, everywhere, all the time. We’re all statistics, technically speaking. But one thing I’ve learned over time is that every number has a story, as vivid and real as your own day to day life; a sort of perverted iteration of sonder, if you will. That’s 12 million people, at a minimum, with a very vivid story of an embarrassing, messy accident. Which is why I created “the survey.” It started off as a fun little side project, for shits and giggles. Write a little survey, maybe even monetize contributions to incentivize participants, post it on the right website with the right demographics, and see what happens. A “fire and forget” sort of thing. But when I launched a trial run on a water-sports forum..... wow. You wouldn’t believe how gleefully people will tell detailed stories of their most embarrassing bathroom failures, if you throw in some money for their troubles. I’ll say this: 12 million was an amatuer number. One contract with Pornhub later, and 115 million people a day view my paid survey. With a 10% monthly participation rate, that means 11.5 million people a month fill my inbox with sensational bathroom accident stories and experiences that definitely probably happened, from some of the most willing participants you’ll find: horny men and women, motivated to tell the best story possible. This is the story of their stories. I say it was worth every penny, but I’ll let you decide that for yourself.
  3. Preface: So this is my first attempt at writing fiction so it might not be the best, but all suggestions are welcome and i'd love to hear what you guys think! This first chapter is going to mainly be set up for the rest of the story and doesn't have any desperation yet Anyway this story is based on a game-show in the UK called the weakest link, it’s a sort of quiz show where contestants are asked questions and have to work together but also against each other to win the most money possible. That is what this story is based on, just with my own omorashi themed twist, hope you enjoy. Chapter 1 - The set up. Fiction background: During the early 2020’s quiz shows were on the way out, desperate to find a solution and draw in more views, the executives of one of the biggest quiz shows “the weakest link” decided to make some big changes. They wanted to add another challenge and a sense of jeopardy to the show, making it more exciting for viewers to watch and more enticing for potential contestants. The game: The game itself is simple, the more questions you get right in a row the more money you have the chance to win. The first question of a round is worth £20, if you answer two in a row correctly it goes up to 50, three is 100, then it goes 200, 300, 450, 600, 800, and finally the ninth question is worth £1000. However to get the money a contestant must say the word “bank” before they are asked their question, meaning you don’t know if you are going to know the answer before you bank. If you get the question wrong, you start again at 0 so it’s also a game of chance. You can constantly bank at £20 safely but won’t make the most money that requires you to risk getting it wrong and losing it all. The twist: Now all of that is how the game works up until the changes, but in this version there is a twist, which is why you are all here. As well as being a game of intellect, it’s also a game of strength. As you see, for each £1 banked, 1ml of water is also banked, to be shared out between contestants at the end of each round. The more money they make, the more they have to hold. Additionally a strongest link and weakest link are announced, this is the person who got the most right and most wrong answers. The strongest link does not receive any of the banked water, while the weakest gets half of the total. The rest is then shared between the other contestants. So for example, with 6 people and 1000ml banked, the strongest receives 0ml, the weakest 500ml and the other 4 get 125ml. Due to this change, it also opened up the game to new players who might not be the smartest, but were good at holding. Now without further ado - Today’s contestants: Alex – A fair skinned and top heavy brunette in her mid-20’s, currently working as a waitress. Her Strongest category is Music. Today she is wearing a pair of light khaki pants, with a black crop top. Amanda – A tall blonde in her late 30’s, currently a college tutor of science, her strongest category is unsurprisingly also science. She is wearing a stylish white pinstripe blazer and matching suit pants. Claudia – A Slim with bright green eyes in contrast to her jet black hair, in her late 20’s she is currently working as a weather girl for a local tv station. Her strongest category is pop-culture. She is wearing a flowing green top, showing a decent amount of cleavage, paired with a short denim skirt. Katy – A Curvy 19 year old with dark brown hair and hazelnut brown eyes to match, currently working as a dancer her strongest category is fashion. She is wearing an extremely tight and figure hugging, knee length purple dress, paired with a large decorative black bow around her waist. Olivia – A tall slim woman in her early 30’s, with light brown almost strawberry blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Currently working as an admin assistant at a local law firm, her strongest category is current events. She is wearing a strapless red dress that hugs her slim figure well. Scarlet – The oldest of the group in her early 40’s, a slightly larger woman with bright blonder hair and green eyes. Currently a stay at home mother with her two children, her strongest category is sports. She is wearing a pair of well-loved denim jeans and a loose fitting blue blouse. Sorry thats it for now, but like I said would love to know what you guys think of the idea?
  4. If I had superhuman abilities, I would like to get invisible and to have mind-control to strong bladdered women. It should be possible to find them by their thoughts while holding-it. Afterwards I would read and manipulate their mind and to look inside them while they do more than their best to hold-it. Then the following situation could happen. Probably it also would happen without any manipulation, just because 2 women are overly ambitious and really tough. ______________________________________________________ There are two really sexy ladies in tight mini skirts and high heels who spontaneously start a hold-it competition in a bar: Beverly has long brown hair playing around her beautiful face. Lucy is a killer-blonde one. They both are really tough, have strong bladders and an enormous will. They both are dangerously ambitious - no one of them can loose and they nearly damage their bladders. When the bar closes, they take all their will and strength and walk to Beverly's house to continue their competition. In the house they try to speed up their painful and desperate competition, which is not a game any more for them. They change their tight skirts to stretch mini skirts, drink disurethic tea and juice, lay down on the floor and put their beautiful legs vertical to the wall. By this trick the blood pressure at their kidneys comes up to a higher value and they produce more and more yellow juice against the extreme pressure in their bladders. This slows down, when their plane abdomens are totally distend and bulging like big melones. They are in full desperation and really panic that their poor bladders would explode. No one of them had an experience just nearly like this before and they wonder if they just got hurt in the next minutes or if it will happen in the next few seconds. But both are sick of ambition: It can and shall not be, that they stop without winning after hours of all this unbearable pain, desperation and exhaustion! Then they decide to make the competition as hard as possible to find an end of the horrible situation. They take strong corsets, pull them as tight as even possible and change their stretch skirts to leather mini skirts with strong belts. To round up this outfit they slip onto the most extremely high heeled shoes which are able without platforms. You will not beleave, but they leave home for a long walk at the small but loudly gurgling and murmurling river near the village. They nearly have no breath in the much too tight closes and with their more then rock hard bladders. It is like a nightmare, but they always stand it - this must be the result of all the years they did not use the toilet, also when it became exaggeratingly urgent and painfully brimfull. Both try to look as they would have not any problems - to discourage their competitor. They start to talk about their experiences with full and overfilled bladders for hours and longer. By this they find out, that both of them just use the toilet once a day to be able to sleep at night. Just on their weekends they clean their kidneys to prevent stones and other disease. Both proudly were able several times to stand 3-days wedding parties with many many drinks but without having any pee. Both only use their own toilets and no others since thier childhood. And both are not willig to change this long tradition. What a horrible situation - a never ending nightmare in total desperation, unbearable pain and urgence, with bladders which normally whould have been exploded long before. But instead of this now are bonded in sexy clothes. Every movement increases the pain, every spoken word is like a hit on their bursting stomach. Every muscle of their beautiful bodys is tensed to its breaking point. Sweat is between their legs, on their cheeks, all over their slim and beautiful, but now musculous and hard bodies. Their calves and legs are cramped after the now three hours walk on the so much too high heels. Standing on 7 inch high heels (18 cm) is rarely possible, but a few beautiful women really can walk on these shoes. After much training it looks very sexy, when they not just solve to wear it, but really have learned to move on them with grace like a ballet dancer. But after a while their toes, balls and complete feet get really painful. Their calves and legs get harder and harder and it needs very much self-control not to stagger around - but still to walk just like on clouds. But Beverly and Lucy have a much harder problem: Their bladders cramp in short periods like some minutes before a confinement - but they get no babies, their poor and totally exhausted bodies try to push out the now dangerous mass of liquid, which nearly blows up these sexy babes just like totally overfilled ballons in the sun. But these completely stupid females are too strong and much too ambitious to give up and let it go - to releave themselves now nearly 18 hours after they started a simple game. Normally a bladder would never have resisted such a pressure, but they exaggerated it totally. They both had blown up their bodies to the absolute maximum, than pressed it into very slim and extremely tight clothes - and to give their bladders no chance, tied their corsets to a really wesp-waist, nobody knows how they did it, but now they cannot escape without giving in and pee outside their own toilett the first time in their lifes - and they both were extremly proud of their absolutely non beatable bladders. Our sexy ladies are not able anymore to walk more then three steps without a stop to bend over and nearly get a blacked out by the unimaginable pain and exhaustion. They cannot think clearly anymore - but they don't give in... If you think this would be the most extreme horror situation our two tough beauties have to solve, you are wrong: They both stand the situation second for second, minute for minute, hour for hour. And suddenly they get aware, that they have an important fitness competition in the near city in just two hours. They are the favourites of their club and have to win the cup. What to do? They stagger home with their now weak legs in their much much too high heeled sexy shoes. On the so stony walk beside the river it is impossible to run. And it is impossible to survive without shoes. They have to run or to walk very very quickly in their tight skirts and corsets. The river is still making just that noises they cannot do theirselfs all the time. Their legs cramp more and more, get weaker and weaker. The tight skirts cut deep into their skin and press their bladders again and again an again. Their breath is flat because the whole inner body is filled with their heavy and rockhard bladders, which now swings and rocks up and down with all might. How heavy can these gallons of water be... After a not ending powerful walk and run they reach the house - they don't know how, but they did it. The time is rare and they have to piss a quarter of an hour and again and again. So they decide not to pee, but to hold it until they are ready to start. They have a shower to wash away all the sweat. Water is gurgling and hissing, but they have to stand it - after all the time... They style their hair and do their make up - still hoppling and fidgeting all the time. At the end they have not a second for the loo and hurry up to the car - on their super high heels, they forgot to change shoes. It is impossible to concentrate in this state of maximum pain and cramps and exhaustion. They have to stop their car very apruptly more then once to prevent a car accident - and their bladders nearly come out of their bodies, havy as they are. It seems so unreal and absolute impossible to them, but it happens. Why is a body with an overtrained bladder able to contain and hold such a harmful mass of water for hours and hours? Why does it not explode to stop this nightmare, they wonder... At the hall, where the fitness contest happens, many friends and neighbors wait for the two sexy favourites. They want to cry, just to piss, to let out the source of all the torture, to stop their supernatural and superhuman effort to hold many liters of water in a tight body. But they don't let it go - they still hold it and reinforce the disastrous stituation from minute to minute. Even they think it is impossible to get it worse, but it gets more and more. It is impossible not to fidget with such an oversized but brutal compressed bladder, but they have to, in this cruel torture trap. At the warm up, they get aditional unbelievable attacks of pain and all their strenght seems to help their bladders to push out the incredible masses of water. But they have to stand it and they do anyhow. It is not understandable to us, but they hold their extremely bulging bladders pulled in, just with their strong abs muscles. Do it not just for a minute, but on and on and on.. Then the long time of waiting is too much for them. They sit down in an empty corner behind a wardrobe and soundless cry - but it does not help, but just contracts the stomach and compresses the bladder like everything in the moment - just stronger, much stronger than they can stand. They clean up their makeup and sit on a bench totaly apathetic for half an hour. Then the first of them, Beverly, has to show her beautiful and fit body. The other one, Lucy is just on her own. On stage our sexbomb has to show the different muscles. Has to strain the muscles and contract them to the absolute maximum. Every movement, every straining presses her bladder more and more and it is getting out of control. But she has to strengthen it again and again, to hold it a never ending time. Nobody knows about her torture and she has to smile while she is dying thousands of deads in the spot light. Then it is over and she has to leave the stage for a new and endless wait. Her friend had Lucy given up and used a toilet behind stage. Now Beverly has to suffer on her own as never a human beeing or another creature on earth before. The demoralisation is really hard for her and her friend Lucy tries to make her also give up soon. She is in rage because she lost the first hold-it competition in her life. She is angry, that she used a public loo. Before she ever had laughed about weak people using a stinky toilet instead of going home like her... Lucy now talked about the fine feeling of an emptied bladder. Her own bladder was still a painfull and cramped lump, but that was her secret. She had to piss again and again and the toilet sounds could be heard in the room where the resisting poor sexy - our Beverly - sat. Every hissing was like a shot in her body. Her bladder then contracted as much as it could. It was not changing the size, but worked directly against the cramped, weak sphincter and it felt like an open wound where somebody puts a hot coal into. She was as desperate as it is possible to be despe- rate, thought about dying quick, but did not give in, did not let the masses of her urine go. Then Beverly was alone, while her cruel friend Lucy showed her sexy body to the audience. It was not better without Lucies nerving horrible tries to get her weak, because her body now spoke to her in the most extreme and impressible language it could - if you don't feel it, you cannot imagine what this poor sexy lady had to go through in this not ending time. Later on Lucy tried again to hinder her to hold it much longer then her with all might. But Beverly, our tough hold-it winner in her anger decided not to show her pain and not to fidget, not to press her legs together anymore and pull in her stomach as much as she could (or not could) . It got worse and worser, became as bad as it could be and much more, but she anyhow was too strong to leave control - unfortunately for her, really fascinating for us...!!! Beverly's second show on stage was an unimaginable horror, because she had to do excercises, which maximized the pressure on her bladder, many times. Then she had to wait again for ages with Lucy, the cruel looser, who surprisingly took her from behind and pressed her bladder with all her strength and might. And Lucy was a good trained fitness model... While this the water was still running in the bathroom. Lucy tried it again and again and strong sexy Beverly had to fight against her inner. She was unable to do anything to get free, out of Lucy's clinch, because the pain totally paralysed her. When Beverly was alone later on, she wanted just to give up, but she could not, because the toilet door was blocked - water still running and hissing. She stood at the door and had one cramp after the other until Lucy came back from stage. How can a body stand that, why is it fixed to hold it on and on, just because the will has ordered to wait till the home-toilet is right there? The last show-part was the hardest. Beverly, our furiously fighting babe had choreographed a free show part with many leg-ups to her nose, some slow and with power and some quick hitting her lower body and her bladder hardly. By this she had to show all her muscles on her sporty and slim body. She was not too muscular but now with all the holding, her muscles contracted or sometimes cramped. It was fascinating, what power and strength she showed - and still looked very female an extremly sexy. Just her eyes showed the extreme and never ending pain she had to stand for now more than 27 hours. Beverly won the golden cup, had to give another show - the winner's show. And after a long long time she finished. But now she had to go to the housebar with all her friends. And they drank all the night. Her bladder was completly full and did not fill further, but just the thought of getting more and more filled was too much for her. But she was too shy and proud to stand up and go home - so she stayed and stood the endless horror longer and longer in total desperation - but without any sign of fidgeting or showing the cramps which drove through her body and bladder. Now she knew, she would stand it as long as she wanted or longer. Her body was too strong to give her pain und suffer an end. She could hold it, but could not stand the pain, the exhausting effort to stand it and the cramps all the time. It was the hell - the real and incredible cruel hellfire in her. In the next afternoon the party was over, she hold it now for more than 45 hours. Everybody took a taxi (cab) home and she did not trust to do so also. So she walked home on her 7" high heels - just bought for a joke and now worn for more than a day because of the silly and goddammned hold-it competition. By car it was about an hour and by food on these neckbreaking high heeled torture instruments she needed about one and a half day. Every step on her cramped feet with the cramped calves, legs, ass and back was a hellfire for her now absolutly revolting bladder. She did not know, how her body took all the power still to knead on this rock hard organ. She also did not understand how she could clamp her sphincter under this conditions till now, but unfortunately it worked anyhow. The way was bad, the stones too sharp to put off the shoes and too rought to walk on these artistic tools. But she walked on, suffering and too tired to cry. Her tight mini skirt and the fucking corset made her worst, but she walked on and on and on. She could feel her hartbeat hammering on her bladder, which was totally compressed and pushed up in her body. The grumbling of her now hungry stomach hit on the bursting balloon, her breath was like a big steam hammer on her exploding bladder and her tortured, hot and wound sphinkter. Her peehole was totally cramped, weak und needless, but it still worked under her effort to hold it - just till her home and own toilet. Then Beverly really reached her home, suddenly it was in front of her. She thought about the biggest and longest piss she ever had. With her last power she staggered up the front steps. Panic overcame her - she was so near to her toilet and now thought, no knew, but just thought, she would not solve the last few meters. Were was her key? She could not find it! - It was not in her bag! Lucy, her ex-friend and competitor in the hold-it "game" had been at the bag at the bar, she remembered... With her last power she walked to the village and to the phone cell - it was broken. She had to cross the whole village, which she did within an hour. Her need was so strong and urgent now, that she speeded up on her high heels as it were running shoes. She ignored the pain and tried not to show it to her neighbors. It was incredible - it worked but was very bad to her condition and her super extreme desperation. She called her competitor, but this cruel witch just told her to take the key from her home - she was not willing to go out of her house. The way to the neighbor village was about 4 hours by food with normal low and comfortable shoes. Our poor sexy got it in a 5 hours march violating her weak body, her cramped legs and feet and gave a maximum of pain to her exploding but bounded bladder. At her goal she decided to give up now and piss into Lucy's toilet - it just was too much to her now. The first dribbling was near the floodgates, but she anyhow hold it back - just a second longer and another second... Now the pain grew again to a maximum above the absolute maximum. The way became longer and longer. After half of the way normally it goes quicker, but here it took longer and longer. It was an endless, an more than endless torture. 86 hours... Incredible! Incredible as the absolute overfilling, the compression, the will battle, the show with all the harming movements, the sadistic efforts of her ex friend and the long, long party. Incredible also the long march on these devil built tortouring shoes. She could not believe, that she still hold these extreme masses of water inside her, by sexy clothes more than clenched, body. Normally it would have flown out by her pulling in her stomach or at least at the river walk. Her body worked so strong to push out the dangerous and harming fluid bulging out her bladder like at a high pregnant woman. Why the hell she was so strong and so mad to hold it back for nearly 90 hours now. Supergirl would not have done it, why was her body stronger than itself, just to extend a situation, which was completely impossible? Why the hell did she all her trainings to her bladder instead of emptying it when it got full. She had been so stupid to be proud of agonizing her bladder to an ironhard and unbeatable muscle. And now three, nearly four days ago she forced it too much. Her bladder was exploding in slow motion - a never ending burst and she had to stand it. Also these goddamned high heels pressing her tortured feet to a position, which was not to solve. And she wore it not just for fun at home, but now for days on the road, in the forest and had to wear them on her way home also... At Lucy's house she had to ring and wait in total panic - so near to the relieve. But the door did not open. "Piss on the street, that everybody can see how much you overrate your bladder", she heared from inside. But that was too much for her. She stood there on her heels, holding her strong but now more than weak thighs together without twisting them or making a helpful knot into her beautiful legs. Regardless of her totally exhausted and tired face she looked more beautiful than before by her superhuman strength and inner power. How long would Lucy tease her? For minutes, for hours or for days? She was so desperate as never before and not willing to show it - not here! It was really not possible, but her long time desperation was increased once more. But she did not give in. She knew, she now had to walk home after the waiting time, but she would solve it also - unfortunately she was too strong for a so helpful breakdown... After hours of waiting and sound attacks from flushing toilets and running water, the key did not appear. It was a cold and damp morning and partly it rained with the cruel sound of hissing pee. She felt cold, very cold, but did not alow herself to fidget, not to twist her legs or to bend over. Her pee stood just milimeters behind her floodgates and they became weak and weaker from second to second, but she got no release. It was so hard, so injuring her, she felt her bladder damaging, but could not do anything but waiting. Waiting to the dangerous and harming event, because a relieve was not allowed to her unfortunately too good trained pity bladder. To give in was impossible to her, not after all that fighting, not in front of the neighbors and at least not for the fun of that witch, Lucy. Before this she prefered to die the most atrocious and hideous death on earth ! In the rainy afternoon Lucy gave up her dirty game. It was too much to her to see how the winner of the hold-it competition stood there in front of her house, her legs - just for provocation - put a little apart and without any sign of a problem. She didn't know how near the breakdown was and how her new enemy had to suffer, because her bladder did not become weak enough to let it go involuntarily. The key flew out of the window into a small frog pool in the garden. It was impossible to see the ground under a thick layer of seaweed. Our lovely fighter pulled off her aching shoes and went into the cold and green water. The cold water hit her like a foodstep onto her critically filled bladder, which seemed to fill again more and more. It could not be, but it felt like. And her desperation and panic grew more and more. This "hit" by the cold water made her a bely-ache like a big caliber shot. But she knew, she had not much time anymore. So she went into the pool, deeper and deeper until her beautiful legs were in the much too cold water up to her short mini skirts seam. Her feed lost the feeling in the ice-cold water but her bladder gave her more and more feeling of the most horrible kind. She knew, it was not allowed to her to give up outside her home. Not now and not here! After 20 minutes she found the key, put it out with her food and felt a new horrible painful expression of her body. She had lifted her leg over the water. It looked like a ballet excercise. Her thigh pressed hardly on her abdomen and her over-sensitive bladder, which was at its end of strength now. She quickly bend her knee and took her shank down to take the key with her hand. Her body was so paralysed by the pain, that it used all her concentration to put her beautiful, still lifted leg back, down into the cold water. A new shock hit her und squeezed her poor and overstrained bladder again. Then she tried to come out of the cold water, but there were some deeper holes under the dirty water and she needed about half an hour to find a dry way out. Completely frozen she cleaned her legs from the seaweed. For this she had to bend over deeply. This made her more and more pain und nearly drove her crazy by agony. But she knew, that Lucy the witch was behind her window and so she did many unnecessary and very painful movements just to show, that she was incredible strong and had no real pain, as hard and overfilled as her bladder was. In her inner, it was like seeing a dark and thousands red and white stars behind her eyes. Now she knew, she would not reach home by time, because her bladder became really weak. It was too much to her now. But she wanted to be out of sight or better out of the village, when it would come over her! Her feeling was like it just started to stream out of her horizontally, but it was still at the last millimeter inside her. She put on her high heels and wondered, that she had walked quick and also run on it. They were so much too high and she had to take all her will not to fall out of them. Her feed were extremely bended, her heel was in the same direction as her leg, her sole and toes were bent in an angle of 90 degree or more, her feed balls were presses on the ground with all her weight on just a very few square-inches and her tip toes were squeezed to a point. It needs much power to balance on these shaky pencil thin but 7" high heels. Her beautiful calves showed just a shadow of the hard fight to hold her heels as high as they were - for ages. She wondered that her feet did not slip down in these pumps and build an arc just to the half of the height. Just standing was an acrobatic act. Walking on it was quite impossible, but she just did it and she did it with grace, slow as quick, it was wonderful to see her walking in these sky high heeled buildings of an evil, who wanted to see beautiful women give in or stagger some steps in total pain and with quickly beginning calve cramps and give in then. She was much too beautiful to exist. Her sporty and muscular but slender and really female legs, her bulging ass, the obligatory super mini skirt, her tight waist and good trained upper body with a wonderful bosom, lovlely big but hard breasts, standing itself without any bra. Normally she had a lovely face, but now it looked exausted, tired and hard by standing the endless and increadible pain, which steady increased, although it still was at the absolute maximum. And she looked strength by her never ending fight against a break of the dam, against all reason and better knowledge. Her long and beautiful hair was just a little naturely curled and after all the sweatdriving powerplay, not pasted or fatty. She had trong muscles, but she did not show them. In her fitness training it was a big surprise, when she contracted her hard muscles and e.g. her biceps appeared like sharp drawn ball and afterwards was gone in seconds. So she allways looked sporty and extremely beautiful, feminine and so sexy, that you would never forget her after getting just a short glimpse of her. This sexy supergirl now stood all the pain and unbearable pressure for more than 90 hours. Nobody would think something like this, as relaxed as she looked in the moment. But we know, that in her poor body the biggest catastrophe built up from second to second. Something, which was a desaster as ghostly and monsterly harmful as all her strength and will power which she needed to come to this normally completely impossible state. Now Beverly had to come out of the village, but her bladder was too weak for that walk. As she was out of sight from the house of cruel Lucy she stood still, twisted her legs, tried to open her belt und jumped up and down in full and totally overwhelming desperation - all on the same time. But her bladder was too overfilled, too strained, too heavy by the enormous capacity of now about three or more liters of water, much too much - and long clenched into her slim body and her sphinkter too weak. Normally at a capacity of about 1,5 liters, she started to pull in her belly-muscles, to give her bladder not too much volume to fill more. She had hold this many times for a weekend or the mentioned wedding parties. When she did not manipulate with her abdominal muscles, her bladder could hold up to two literes or on some days a little more. Once she had slept too long after a long night in a nightbar and had her bladder completely overfilled and bulging out. It hurt really bad, but it was too late to pee and come to the office by time. So she grit her teeth and hold it the whole Thursday long. After work she drove to one of the countrysite wedding parties with all her pee in, and damned the last night. She could not sleep the night with her now crampy belly-ache but in the morning she smiled, made some jokes and helped building up all the tables and benches. She was frustrated, but it was her own fault and she didn't want to disturb the happiness of the party by her more and more growing problem. It was very hard to her to pull in her stomach against the extreme pressure and pain, but she did it. After 3 days of party and gallons of beer, whine and other drinks, she was invited to stay over night and drive to the office directly in the morning. She was too proud and shy to talk about her more than forced urge and more than unbearable pain. So she stayed over night with tears in her eyes and came to her office with her bladder overfilled to the absolute maximum she ever had. She solved the day, did some very urgent extra work until the late night and came home at about midnight. She ran to her loo sat down - and stood up again to get a bucket. She needed all her willpower to do that, but she was pride to measure 2,3 liters after 5 days and 4 nights. That was her personal record --- till now... So now in the present, she was in the wrong village frozen to ice with a super short mini skirt and high heels which did not allow to walk on them. Her bladder was giving up the first time in her life and she was 4 hours from home... She suddenly became very angry on her ex-friend to end her lifelong phase of having a strong bladder und just going to her own toilet as hard as it was sometimes. She started to walk faster und faster, her ice-cold legs got harder and harder and started to cramp again, but she still speeded up as much as she could without falling over her own feet. She clickered over the pavement of the road, now nearly running, but running was not possible with these cramped legs on her high high heels. The cramps got worse, but she held her speed with all power of her will now. Every step undeadenly hit on her bladder. Her pain increased again to its absolute maximum she had these days and ever in her life. When she came to the forest, she decided to try to reach home. It was quite impossible, but she wanted to try to hold her bladder as the non beatable - she could not give up, not because of the unfair game of this witch. Beverly nearly run over the rough and partly too weak ground, stumbled - but did not slow down. Her legs and feet were just one big source of cramp and worst pain. Her bladder had no hard hits on the forest ground, but her partly really staggering walk made her fight with all muscles to stay upright instead of falling down with probably hard inner hurts and unrepairable damages on her bladder. She was surprised what incredible extreme pain she had to suffer - and that she still was dry... After 3 hours (!) she came home and the key was right. She opened the door and speeded up with her last power to reach her toilet after now 95 hours. She tried to open her belt, but her bladder pressed in such a hard way, that she was not able to open it. All her fight and effort for nothing? No, please not this to me...!!! She tried to lift her extremly tight skirt and wanted to pull down her pants in now more than extreme panic. It did not work, because her pants were fixed between her skin and her skirts waist-band. Now again she was not willing to give in - not damage her clothes, but pee as a hero on her own toilet. She pulled in her stomach again and again. She felt her sphinkter getting weaker and weaker, but did it on and on. After half an hour - a never ending time in this state and so near beside her toilet, Beverly got it off and sat down. She started peeing -- but in the last second, the first drop out, but still not fallen down, she stopped herself: She would never have such a full bladder again - it would be a sin not to measure the fluid, the pissing time and her extremely bulging abdomen! With all the little rest of her will, she staggered down to the cellar and wondered, why she did not step out of these shoes. She came down the steep and tiny steps with it and looked for a big bucket. She got real panic again, as she did not find one quickly. After a while she got it and hasted upstairs. To find out how much her abdomen was bulging she had to put off the refractory belt and her much to tight leather skirt... She tried it and tried and the valuable time flew away. Her work got harder and harder - she had tears of pain in her eyes and was like drunken by the extreme pain. She was in danger to damage her bladder, but did not stop her doing. Again and again she pulled at her belt with all her force - and she was really strong as we know. It did not help and she did not want to give in. She tortured herself in rage and fury until she got the belt off. 2 hours she fought against her bladder without loosing a single drop of pee. Now she hold it for 97 hours !!!! She started to measure her bladder bulging out to the maximum, then she got an idea: She would hold it now deliberately until 100 hours were over - or better 123 hours. She had to pull in her bladder again as deep as ever possible without any technical devices and hold it for further 26 hours. The short time without the extreme pressure of her skirt, belt and corset made her wanton - and we know, she will do what she decides once. Good luck for the hardest 26 hours anybody ever survived...! At the first try to pull in her belly, she found out her completly madden and really dangerous mistake, but now it was too late for her - she could not give in... At these hours she had new maxima of pain, of exhaustion and the seconds passed very slowly on her clock. She was fully desperate und afraid to die with an big and loud bang, but she pulled in her bladder with all her might and strength and her will battle was absolutely endless. Now she had time to think about what she did, but she was too tired and too exhausted for a clear thought. She just felt unbearable fear and panic coming up in her, covering her and pulling her down. She worked with all her strength against this fear and pulled her bulging abdomen in, deeper and deeper. It hurt her more and more and she - typical for her - reacted with more and more force against her bladder... At the 100th hour she started to lift up her legs up to her nose. She did it alternatingly, 100 time the right one and 100 times the other one. And then started again and again. She forced her desperation in this much too dangerous and unbearable game - probably to loose her willbattle a.s.a.p. She hit her bladder harder and harder and repeated her powerplay for 23 hours. But her poor bladder was too strong and she drove crasy while doing this. Nobody would do this excercise as long - even not with an empty bladder. It is too horrible to describe it. Nobody can figure or imagine this fight, this fear and panic and the absolute maximum of pain for a never ending time. But at the end, our sexy fighter reached her target 123 hours. That is 5 days and 3 hours at the absolute border of everything she could stand. Her piss was 5 liters in just 2 minutes. A stream with a power, which would have damaged her pants and probably the her sexy mini skirt if this would have happened outside, with her clothes on. You will not believe it, but Beverly had her torturing high heels on the whole time and after pissing she had a shower and went to a bar - with her still unbearably and incredibly hurting bladder. After opening her floodgates once, her bladder was in such a weak state, that she had to press her legs together as strong as she could and twisted it twice. She was fidgeting the whole night, but always still standing on these 7 inch high heels. From this day on, she wears her torturing sky high heels every day at home, in the office and on the street. The collegues call her Beverly Heels now. More and more often she has her heels some milimeters above the ground. That needs really much power - but is the sign, that she has her bladder absolutely overfilled again and by this she involuntarily contracs her leg muscles more than normally. Before the contest, Beverly just went to the bathroom once a day to let out all her pressing and hurting hot piss. Now she overfills her bladder regularly with her trick to lay her legs up and relax her belly. And she holds it 2 days now and then has a relaxing day to clean her kidneys to prevent damages. On these days she holds it without her overloading trick and drinks and pisses after 8 pm. as often as it is necessary. If you see a beautiful sexy on tower high heels and with a super short tight mini skirt, then look, if she probably has her bladder so much overfilled, that it makes her crazy. But probably you will not see her pain, because she is able to hide the most extreme pain for days, if she just is willing. And that is more and more often. But her personal record will be really unbeatable forever. Or however, will she beat it sometimes for you? ______________________________________________________ Where are the other beautiful women and sexy ladies, who have trained their bladder with all their willpower to come to a new maximum? Do you know such a superwoman, who has an unbeatable bladder and an iron will for ages? I would like to hear about such a fascinating sexy! Or are you a woman, who likes these games to come to the absolutely increadable feeling? Write to me: [email protected] let's talk about your experiences and try to find a way to increase it to new fascinating and probably orgastic high peaks in the list of your personal records. Enjoy your success and the unbeatable feeling of the biggest piss in your life! Do you ever have had somebody to talk about it completely open? I would like to enjoy it with you in your next mail ! Peter P.
  5. The story takes place during the 19th century in a forgotten village somewhere in the alps. The build up is quite slow (that's why I divided it in 3 parts) It might take a while until the story get's going but please try to stick to it, the upcoming parts will be more exciting. PS: Same as always, english is not my native language so apologies if there are mistakes. CHAPTER ONE: EMBARASSMENT "Mother!", Sofie (22) called from outside her house. The door was locked and she couldn't get in. The girl forgot her keys at a friend's house where she just came from. It was a long way and Sofie didn't want to go back again to take the keys just to do the same walk one more time all over again. "Mother!", she screamed this time, nobody seemed to be home and even a look inside the dusty window revealed her mother's absence. Sofie's mother Laureen has always been quite a busy woman so it wasn't unusual for the young woman to find a locked door as she got home. Still, Sofie was frustrated, because not only did she forget to take the house keys with her for the first time in her life, she also needed to relieve herself quite urgently as well, something that happened quite often whenever she got home. She knew it was going to take a while until her mother returned so without thinking twice Sofie moved to the back of the house. She snuck on the backside of their woodshed making sure nobody was around when she then pulled her skirt up, her underware down, took a deep breath and started to relieve herself. Her urine splashed gracefully on the dryish ground creating a puddle that slowly moved underneath the wooden planks and into the old shed. Sofie was enjoying the relief more and more when all of a sudden: "Sofie?!" The girl turned to the right and saw her mother staring at her with surprise. "Mother!" she said shocked and immediately stood up, interrupting her stream while making her skirt fall to the ground, hiding everything. Slightly speechless Laureen said: "What are you doing ... where you just peeing here?!" "I .. I ... I had to. The door was locked and I ... I felt the need ..." "But why didn't you go inside?" "I forgot my keys at Mary's house and I thought you were gone." "Well ... No, I was here do ... doing some gardening." "Where you in the shed?", asked Sofie incredibly embarassed. She knew her mother heard the splashes. "Yes", Laura was still a bit shocked, many years had passed since the last time she saw her daughter urinating right in front of her. "I'm sorry mother. I really had to go." "Don't worry, Sofie. It happens ... But please, next time you need to relieve yourself like this don't do it in our garden. Alright?" Sofie nodded as her face turned red. Overflown with shyness she asked Laureen for the keys. Her mother smiled a little and gave them to Sofie. She said "thank you" and moved away from her quickly while Laureen, behind her daughter's back, took a closer look at the big puddle she just made. "I'm going back to Mary to take the keys", said Sofie hours later. "Now?", asked her mother "It's getting dark soon." "Mother, it's summer, it's gonna be dark after 10pm ... and now it's almost seven o'clock", she said. "But Mary doesn't just live here around the corner." "I know, I know, but I'm gonna do it anyway." "Fine, but take care." "I will", Sofie got a bit annoyed. She said goodbye to her mother and got out of the house. Sofie's friend Mary and her family lived on an isolated farm, high up on the hills and among the trees above the village. The walk was exhausting since the path was quite long and steep. Sofie didn't care, she still had to process what happened earlier that day and couldn't believe her mother caught her grown up daughter peeing behind the shed. She started to wonder how long Laureen had been staring at her before even saying anything, after all, Sofie didn't even see her mother before she called her name. Sofie was embarassed and criged everytime her mother's suprised expression crossed her mind. She tried to distract herself as much as she could, by just enjoying the nature all around her. The beautiful trees, the last sunrays of the day that turned the big mountain walls red, the silence and the overall evening atmosphere. For a moment Sofie felt relaxed and in peace when all of a sudden something strange caught her eye. On a rolling hill right above her she spotted a silhouette, dark, still and observing. At first the young woman thought it was a deer but after a closer look the silhouette turned out to be human. Sofie started to feel uneasy, and the silence all around her didn't help. "Mary?", Sofie called with a trembling voice. The person kept standing still. Even though she couldn't recognize a face Sofie knew the silhouette was staring at her. She was feeling more and more uncomfortable and wanted to keep going but her curiosity decided to stay and observe. It was a strange moment. Shortly after, without any premonition the figure started to move. It was moving along the hill's profile and Sofie couldn't keep an eye off it. A strange feeling of relaxation and warmth overcame the girl as her eyes, almost hypnotized, moved along with the silhouette. The warm sensation increased as Sofie realized that underneath her skirt lots and lots of urine was slowly pouring down her legs and into her shoes. Scared she tried to stop the flow by pressing her hands against her crotch as thight as she could but the urine kept pouring out of her uncontrolably. Sofie panicked, it felt like she just lost the power over her body. End of part one.
  6. There was one guy on here who was fabulous. Forgot his name, but I wasn’t thr best customer to work with back then and even though I said sorry they don’t want to do another story for me which is fine. Wondering if there’s anyone or anywhere else to pay for stories??? Omorashi in general
  7. Anyone who took a glance at Evan Hansen could tell he was shy. Anyone. But it went deeper than that. His anxiety was the root of countless problems in his life; his communication skills, his eating, his sleeping, his relationships with those around him. The list went on. However, one insecurity hadn’t proven too much of a problem through his life, though it was quite an annoying. Paruresis. It wasn’t necessarily a danger to his overall condition so he never managed to mention it to his therapist. This mean not receiving any coping mechanisms for it, which in turn led to some situations where he wished his home bathroom was more accessible it so far nothing serious had ever come up. Which is why he didn’t give it much thought when he wasn’t able to use the bathroom at home before school. He didn’t even bother mentioning it to Jared, who he assumed wouldn’t care anyway. As he walked down the entry hall Evan started to feel a small amount of pressure in his abdomen, but it wasn’t hardly enough for him to acknowledge it yet, more of just an optional function. Well, less optional than he’d prefer it in any non-home situation. But it was in no way nothing he couldn’t deal with, he told himself. Still, as he walked to class his mind was racing thinking about the mount of liquids he had consumed and how long school was and the last time he had needed to pee badly and how much he had drank that time. He was so lost in thought he didn’t realize that he had taken the wrong hallway already, and that Jared had started to tag along beside him. “Evan? Evan, you there?” The shorter bit snorted, waving a hand in front of his face. Evan looked up suddenly, blinking as he started to pull himself out of his self-crated daze. “Oh— yeah. Yeah, sorry.” He stammered our immediately. His hand went to the strap of his backpack, fingers rubbing at the seams immediately. “What were you saying...?” The conversation continued as their usual pre-class conversations did; somewhat one-sided, and pretty short anyway. Evan’s mind wandered and it wasn’t an easy thing to hide when it did. Luckily, Jared didn’t seem to mind just talking to no one about who knows what for five minutes. The kid had a lot in his system. Eventually, however, the bell did ring and the two were forced to separate. Jared gave a wave and a spoken farewell and Evan, still wondering exactly how long the school day was, waved with his non-injured arm goodbye. The dull feeling in his lower regions had grown slightly stronger, he realized as he entered his first class of the day. He started to properly worry about if making it would be an issue for him, or if the feeling would half where it was and not bother him again. He decided, after minimal thought, that the feeling would not halt as he knew he had drank more that morning than what had already filtered through, but that it wouldn’t lead to anything more than an uncomfortable urge by the end of the day. What Evan didn’t realize, was how simply and horribly wrong he was. By third period, his mind was set solely on the contents of his bladder, thought it wasn’t nearly full yet. The urge was constant however, and if he were at home he would definitely be doing something about it right about then. But he wasn’t at home, and class was almost over. He resolved to hold it and not drink anything during lunch. Should be easy enough, right? He was wrong. He met up with Jared again during the lunch period. His mind had wandered too far off to pay attention to any of the rambling going on from Jared’s half of the conversation, simply nodding along with little “Mmhms” and “yeahs” on occasion. He hadn’t realized until it was too late what he had said yes to. Jared pulled the bottle of Pepsi out of the vending machine that the two had parked themselves in front of, handing it to him. Evan stood for a moment, almost feeling accused. “Buddy? You there?” Jared snorted, setting he bottle in his hand. “Don’t worry about paying me back, I don’t really care.” He shrugged. “Thanks, Jared. I was pretty— pretty thirsty.” Evan cursed himself silently, but forced a weak smile as he opened the bottle. It fizzed up and over the rim to his hand, the cold liquid dripping down his fingers making his abdomen throb. The two made their way back to their table in the corner of the cafeteria, Evan sipping at the drink disdainfully as to not be rude the whole time. ——— It was nearly the end of the day, and Evan had to go. With how much he had drank that day (not to mention the soda that seemed to flow right through him),he was surprised he hadn’t soaked himself yet. Of course, he was only able to maintain this state by constant fighting in his desk, his legs crossed tightly and hand in a tight fist pressing at his thigh. He didn’t dare hold himself, however. He couldn’t bear the idea of someone knowing just how bad he needed to go. With only about 45 minutes left of class, He was determined to hold on. The occasional spasm between his legs told him otherwise, however. In his position at the back of class, he was able to unbutton the fly of his khaki’s, giving his bladder a bit more room to expand. He sighed slightly, though his hips were still swiveling from side to side on occasion. His mind tended to wander in class, but not nearly his much. He could feel the pressure rising with every passing minute, and the soda was definitely hitting him now. He didn’t even notice the teacher’s voice until Jared elbowed him in the side, making him jump as pressure applied to his abdomen. “Evan, I asked what some of the causes of the French Revolution were?” She raised an eyebrow, seeming to notice how uncomfortable he was. “I-I... Uhm, the levels of p-poverty at the time and the— the living conditions of the poor in comp—comparison to the rich.” He murmured, his mind aching to think about something other than the growing pressure in his bladder. He bit his lip hard as he teased nodded, turning back around. Jared began to notice how off Evan seemed, furrowing his brow and looking over to him. He tapped his shoulder, mouthing a quick ‘you alright?’ The answer, was of course no. But Evan didn’t want to make a big deal. He forced a smile, nodding and crossing his legs tight. There were five minutes of class left. Just five minutes more. Expect Evan knew that wasn’t true. He couldn’t use the bathrooms at school. He had about thirty more minutes with the ride home added on. He didn’t know how he was going to make it. But he was determined to. Jared absolutely knew what was going on by this point, though he didn’t understand why the hell Evan didn’t just use the bathroom after lunch. Evan was so focused on keeping it in, just holding it, holding it, that the sudden ring of the bell made him jump, as well as let out a spurt by mistake. He felt tears jump to his eyes as he felt the slight wetness in his underwear, looking down for just a moment. It hadn’t soaked to his pants just yet, but he knew it wouldn’t be long. He swung his backpack over his shoulder and began the longest walk out of the school of his life. Every step or so, he paused, inhaling sharply and pressing his curled fist into his thigh to attempt to overcome an urge without holding himself. Evan seemed completely unaware of anything around him except the pulsing, burning, tingling sensation in his stomach. His eyes were as wet when he finally got outside of the school, as were his boxers. Jared approached from behind him, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder gently. Evan jumped, a spurt of piss shooting to his pants. It left a quarter sized stain on his khakis. “Dude, I know what’s going on. Just go before you get on the bus, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing.” He cocked his head as Evan shook his. “Jared, You— You don’t understand how much I can’t do that,” his voice was strained and his face bright red as he realized Jared had figured it out. “Why not?” Came the confused response. “It’s— it’s a thing. I can’t explain it. I just can’t. I need to get home.” He stammered, waddling to the bus. Jared followed close behind, not wanting to leave his friend behind. “Well... I don’t understand but... I’m not just gonna leave you alone?” He tried, unsure what to say. “T-thanks, Jared.” Evan’s response was muffled as he sat down in the back seat of the yellow vehicle. His legs were constantly jiggling and his hands were placed firmly at his sides. He squeezed his eyes shut as Jared sat by him. “Please don’t— I— I cant, don’t look..” He whispered, wiping his eyes quickly as he pressed a hand to his crotch. Jared stood, unsure what to do. He moved to he other side of the bus, not wanting to make Evan more uncomfortable. Every little jolt of the bus made him squeak and whimper, his hands trembling at the sides of his thighs. The bus halted to a sudden stop at a light and all of he liquid inside Evan seemed to slam forward, resulting in a dribble from his tip. He gasped softly, tears gathering in his eyes as he pushed a hand between his legs and held himself. The pressure was unbearable and his bladder hurt so much. Even worse, the gasp seemed to attract the attention of other people on the bus, a couple people looking over their shoulder to get a glimpse of what was going on. Evan tried his best to put on a straight face, but the redness of his cheeks and the wetness of his eyes gave way to something else. He was unable to stay still at all anymore, his legs jiggling in front of him, crossing and uncrossing in a lame attempt to try and cover the wet spot that had leaked through the light khaki fabric. “What’s going on with him?” Evan heard a whisper from a couple seats forward. “I dunno. He’s in my math class and doesn’t say shit. Maybe he needs to piss or something.” Came the hushed reply. One of them turned around to look at Evan, not even trying to hide what he was doing. The kid snorted, sitting back down. “Yeah, he’s about to piss himself.” Evan let out a weak whimper right then, squeezing his eyes shut and praying for this all to be a nightmare. He sniffled, biting his lip hard as he felt a drop work it’s way past his tip. He decided them that the one this worse than having to pee this bad, was people knowing he needed to pee this bad. Five minutes ticked by like decades, and tears had escaped Evan’s eyes several times now. The houses around the neighborhoods started to look more familiar and he knew his stop was soon. The bus lurched to a stop two streets away from his and Evan stood up immediately. He closed his eyes and tried to hold his backpack in front of his crotch (unbeknownst to the fact that the wet spots were visible from behind as well) as he walked out of the bus, all eyes staring to him. Jared stood up and started to follow him, staying close behind in somewhat of an attempt to hide the small stains on the back of his pants. Evan stepped out of the bus onto the sidewalk on wobbly legs, waiting until he vehicle drove away completely before letting out a pained gasp and pressing his hands into his crotch. He was leaking almost nonstop now and he knew there was no way he was going to make it, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try. Jared put a hand on his shoulder, causing yet another spurt of piss to shoot into his khakis in surprised. “Hey, it’ll be okay, you’re gonna make it.” “I’m not— I’m... I’m going to piss myself, it’s not gonna be okay...” Evan’s words slurred together with tears. The pressure in his abdomen had gotten painful and he wanted nothing more than to just let go. “C’mon. Just walk, I’m not gonna leave you.” Evan tried. He really did. He stayed just behind Jared, stopping every once in a while to squirm and grab himself, thankful no one was out in the cold that day. But not everything was possible. The two stood in front of Evan’s house and he couldn’t move. He was so close, so close to relief and he couldn’t move. “Evan, you’re almost there, see? Your house is right there.” Jared was sympathizing with Evan a bit too much, looking around himself in paranoia and hoping no one was there to see what he knew what was going to happen. “I can’t— I’m pissing, I’m—“ His words broke off to a weak sob as he lost control completely, piss practically spraying out of him and staining his pants dark. He seemed to be paralyzed, his hands dig into his crotch as he peed and peed. Jared watched in shock from only s few feet back, his mouth dropped open slightly. When the endless stream dribbled to an eventual stop, Evan couldn’t stop the quiet sobs from escaping his throat. Jared stepped up to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Ev. Ev, it’s okay. Let’s go inside. Your mom isn’t home, right? She works late today, I remember. It’ll be okay.” His voice was soft and caring, just a nice a whisper. “Jared, it’s not— not okay... I just p-pissed myself. In front of you! It’s not okay, it’s not...” He hiccuped, hiding his face in his hands. Jared stepped forward, reaching out and taking his hand gently. He led the trembling boy inside, gently prying his other hand away from his face. “It’s okay, just look at me, Ev.” It took him a moment to comply, his fav weed and puffy from the sudden amount of crying. “Why aren’t you mad at me?” He whispered, unable to think of a single reason why Jared hadn’t left. It earned him a sigh from the other. “Evan, why the hell would I be mad? It was an accident, okay? It wasn’t that bad and now you’re home. And you can clean up and everything will be fine.” He spoke gently, unaware of his unusual the situation was to Evan. “But— but they all saw me, they all saw me on the b-bus and at school, Jared, I don’t know what to do, I don’t think I can go back again—“ His sentence was cut short as Jared leaned in, kissing him gently. He really didn’t know where the action came from. It just seemed like the fastest way to get Evan’s attention away from his embarrassment. It seemed to work fairly well. “You just— you... Why did you...?” Evan stammered, his cheeks a bright pink, looking all around him as if he was expecting someone with a camera to jump out. “It’s not exactly a secret, Ev.” He offered a weak smile through a red face. “And I care about you. You don’t... Did you not like it?” Jared started to question himself before Evan shook his head suddenly. “No! No, I mean, yes. I mean— I liked it. I really really liked it.” Evan’s voice trailed off into a quiet, nervous whisper. “A lot.” Jared’s face lit up quite a bit, a wide smile across his face. “That’s... that’s really good. I liked it too. You knew that. Sorry.” He chuckled weakly, looking down and taking Evans hand gently. “Wanna clean up?” “Y-yeah. Yeah, I think that sounds good.” Evan’s reply was hushed, and despite the terrible occurrence, he decided maybe that day wasn’t so bad.
  8. Those liking diaper fiction might enjoy Weekend at the Grandparents in the Fiction and Fanfiction forum. It involves 2 sisters one in diapers and the other trying to avoid diapers. Lots of interaction between family members. Discovery why incontinence runs in the family. Why diaper fiction do you like?
  9. This is my first attempt of a series of short stories I plan on making, if the feedback is good I'll be motivated to write more! Also this helps me become a better writer, I hope to one day be a pretty popular writer on here, so let's see! (This will be a fiction series) On a bright sunny morning of November the sun was shining brightly through kaileys blinds as the alarm on her phone was going off. "Ughh.." she groaned and stretched checking the time and she wasn't late, thankfully, yesterday she woke up 20 minutes late and barely made it out the door, but she wasn't letting that happen today. She got out of bed and took off her pink pjs and took off her plain white panties and threw them on the floor and grabbed a pair of adorable pink panties with little white hearts all over them and she matched that wonderfully with a pink bra, and while she was checking herself out in the mirror she held her Crotch and groaned "gotta empty the morning bladder" she said to herself and put on a black skirt that went quite a bit above the knees.. but she didnt care, she liked the attention and, deep down occasionally she would like to tease the guys that tried to look up her skirts, she found enjoyment in that, she also loved the fact that she was absolutely beautiful and claimed to be the most beautiful girl in grade 11, her luxurious blonde hair captured the attention of most guys, and she always made it soft and wavy in the morning so it flowed beautifully down her back and shoulders, her eyes were an ocean blue and her face was soft and cute, she was pretty curvy and she also had a set of nice breasts which she took pride in greatly! After she emptied the main drain she sighed in relief and got to getting ready and soon she was out the door! She said goodbye to her parents and went on with her day and met her best friend Jessica down the street and they hugged and bounced up and down, kaileys skirt bouncing up and down with her opposite body movements and they giggled and chatted the whole way on the bus, the 2 girls were both beautiful, both blonde and both kinky, making a perfect little friendship. They arrived to school and kailey went to the cafeteria and got a milk to start her day and they walked throughout the school before finding a spot to sit for the next 20 minutes before the bell rang, they chatted and giggled the whole time as kailey drank her milk and Jessica sipped her coffee Jessica saw under the table that kaileys legs were spread and she saw her panties "nice pink panties, they look adorable on you" she said and kailey giggled wiggling on the seat keeping her legs spread, not afraid for people to see "Thought I'd tease a few boys today and give them something nice to look at" she giggled and kept them spread out as guys looked at her but not up the skirt.. yet. The bell rang for first period and the girls waved goodbye, kailey was starting her day off with English class, followed by Math, 2 classes which which she was pretty good at.. she pulled out her big water bottle and set it on the very right corner perfectly of her single desk and pulled out her textbook and she remembered 'oh shit, I've got a science test 4th.. I completely forgot' she thought and twirled her thumbs in her beautiful silky hair.. the day dragged on and she kept drinking from her bottle, filling her bladder, she didnt have a really big bladder, so 4 little bottles of water was enough to fill her little bladder. When it was lunch time a few hours later, she was studying for her science test, she was with Jessica again sitting outside as guys walked by and she had her legs spread and guys walked by looking and peering up and she giggled, but Jessica noticed that she was squirming pretty badly "Kayls?" "Yeah?.." she said and turned her legs facing her and tightened her big thighs together "You gotta pee?" She smirked and leaned forward looking up to her on the table, kailey blushed with a red hot face "Maybe.. yes very badly, but I've gotta study for this damn science test, and I cant miss out or I'm just gonna forget" she said whining a bit letting out a whimper which turned Jessica on and she reached up her skirt and touched herself briefly lining the squirming and whining "Mhm, well go use the bathroom you've still got 5 minutes" she giggled and kailey nodded and went to use the bathroom, and when she found it and went inside all the stalls were full and there was girls waiting right in line 'oh my God are you fucking kidding me..'she said and left and went to get her stuff and Jessica was there on her phone "better?" She asked smiling "The bathroom is fucking full" kailey groaned and got her stuff and put it in her bag "Well the bell is gonn-" and as Jessica said that the bell rang and kailey groaned "Mr Macdonald better let me piss.." she said "If not you could go in your panties" Jessica said giggling "No, that's disgusting I dont wanna ruin them and thats so embarrassing" kailey said bouncing up and down squeezing her thighs "Suit yourself" Jessica said and walked off and kailey thought 'Why would she want me to wet myself?.. that's so weird surely it must feel so gross, what a weirdo' and she ran to the last class with her legs clenched and got in her assigned seat right on the middle row on the far left side of the class and set her bag down And when the bell for class rang her teacher walked in and closed the door and passed out the tests to everyone and when he stopped at her table she tapped his shoulder "please.. may I use the washroom?" She said and he shook his head no "You had your chance, so hold it" he said and went and sat at his desk "You may begin" he said and everyone put their heads down and started and so did kailey.. she was so desperate to go she could burst right there, and she still had an 1:15 to go.. she had to try and hold it as best she could.. Midway through the test she was just over halfway done and she was really really needing to go.. and she had her left hand shoved up her skirt clenching her panties, which were surprisingly still dry. But then she let out a leak and she felt a tiny little wet spot which didnt bug her but it meant she wasn't able to hold for much longer.. and she kept on holding it. Throughout the class she kept leaking dampening her panties a bit and she started to panic 'no no no no.. this cant be happening' she said so faintly and let out a spurt into her panties and she whimpered.. they were pretty damp, she lifted up her skirt slightly and saw they were still bright pink except where her bum was, she could feel it being a bit wet and it was warm.. and she enjoyed the little warmth and there was a little bit of a darker spot near the bottom of the chair and a tiny little puddle on the chair 'I cant.. I cant hold it much longer, this is gonna be the end of my life' she said and let out a leak on purpose to see if would relive stress and it didnt.. it made it worse and she grinded her teeth and set her pencil down 'fuck it.. I've just gotta go..'she said and inched forward and lifted her skirt a bit so it wasn't under her ass so it wouldn't get wet and she slid to the back of her chair and rolled her skirt up so her panties were fully visible and she groaned before a loud hissing sound came from her panties, the golden fluid gushed out at a million miles an hour splattering into her oanties causing a loud hissing sound and the splattering of the pee on the floor was loud and she hit her head against the desk and started to cry loudly as it continued to flood out of her, she could.feel her panties getting absolutely destroyed by the hot piss as it spread up the front of her panties and the back.. she continued to pee at full force for about half a minute before it dripped off the chair and the hissing stopped and all that could be heard was the faint cries from her and her skirt flopped back down covering her panties slightly.. they were so warm.. and wet they clung to her soaked pussy nicely but this was a horrible spot to have an accident and she looked down while sobbing her tears adding to the puddle which spread under the whole table to the chair infront of her as it dripped from her chair still.. "Kailey go to the nurse, and take your stuff he said and she packed up leaving her test on the table.. when she walked she left a few dribbles in the hall from her still drenched panties and she sat in the nurses office and called her mom and she rushed to pick her up and soon she got ther and she hopped in the car and rolled up her skirt to inspect the damage and.. it was bad, the front of her panties were drenched, only having a small untouched bright pink spot near the top and the patch up the back went about 2/3 of the way up her ass, and sat back and thought to herself 'that.. didnt feel that bad.. it was just a horrible time, maybe ill try again.. I dont know' Once home she showered and put on a new pair of white panties and threw the drenched pink ones in the wash, and she plopped her pink pjs again and googled "wetting" on and incognito tab and found articles on peeing yourself and why it feels so good and she browsed and browsed before closing the tab and laying down "I'll try it again tomorrow" and she closed her eyes and took a nap To be continued?..
  10. I'm going to try and start a new interactive story, hopefully it generates some interest. If there is enough interest, I will keep posting updates. As of right now, each poll will be up for two days before closing. Basic summary: Captured in battle by a rogue battalion of HYDRA agents, our heroine has been tormented and is outfitted with an implant that causes the wearer's bladder to fill up upon command. Now, our heroine has to both find out how to escape and remove the device, but also hold onto her bladder... Now for our heroine: A. Black Widow B. Scarlet Witch C. Captain Marvel
  11. Part 2 of the kailey and Jessica omo story! Read part one if you haven't already! Sorry if the punctuation and capitulation arent correct I didnt really focus on that too much) Kailey awoke from her nap, her eyes felt heavy and she felt tired and.. horny.. she had never felt horny in the morning before, surprisingly. She was a kinky, beautiful and perky young teenager in her junior year of high school and this was her first Time, something had to of been wrong with her body. She put her hand on her forehead and slammed her head back against the big soft pillow and groaned, remembering what had happened earlier that day.. she was still so embarrassed about it, yet it felt so good, letting out all the urine she had built up over the day felt euphoric, and it made her horny, but she didn't know why, why did pissing herself, feel so good? Maybe Jessica would know, Jessica was always horny and kinky, and always up to try new things "I bet that kinky fuck Jessica would know.." she said quietly and reached over her bed and grabbed her phone and texted Jess - "hey.. would you like to come over I wanna talk to you about earlier today" And Jessica read the text shortly after and sent a text back replying, saying she would in 5 minutes, as she lived right down the road and kailey waited patiently for her to get there. She was there in just 3 minutes and she just walked in as she was permitted to by her parents, she hopped up the stairs like a little girl and found kailey in her bed under the covers "Hey there, I'm guessing you wanted to come over and talk to me about omorashi?" She said and kailey titled her head "Omo-wah?.. say that again" she said confused as hell, and Jessica laughed "Omorashi, aka wetting, what you did earlier, I heard about it, nobody in the school really seems to care, they know you're a kinky slut" she said and hopped on the bed making it bounce, and she giggled, still wearing the same small skirt and clothes as before, while kailey had changed in pj's "Oh.. yeah that's actually why I wanted you to come, and we're best friends so I have to confess something.." she said and blushed twirling her hair and looking away and Jessica smirked going on all fours and going close to her "You liked it didnt you" she said with a seductive and sexy tone in her voice as she giggled and made a purring sound. Kailey sighed and nodded slowly "Y-yeah I kinda did, it was so.. warm, and it felt great to let it all out, and my panties after just.. kept me nice and warm it was, so good" she said hesitantly and looked at the ceiling, and Jessica went over her showing her light gray panties and she sat on her chest "I could tell by what people said" she chuckled and kailey smiled "So.. you're accepting of it?" "Well of course, it's a great kink, I must agree" and Kailey's eyes widened and she started to catch onto her "Wait, do you like it too?" She said and sat up a bit playfully pushing Jess off of her and she rolled on the bed with a giggle "You know I do, and I was thinking that right now, we could do a little wetting challenge" she smirked and kailey shrugged " I dunno' I already went once today by accident" "What makes it great too is the fact that you hold it and just let it all out when you cant no more on purpose, and that is another thing that makes it the best kink of all time" And kailey nodded slightly in full agreement "sounds like some valid points, alright what is your challenge?." "Let's start off simple, we go and drink a shit ton of water, and then we have to hold as best as we possibly can, and the first person to start spurting loses and they have to let it all out into just their panties" "Mmmk" kailey said in response interested in this "And the other person gets to use the bathroom normally, but also the person who loses has to wear the wet panties the rest of the day, no changes" she smirked and kailey nodded when she did wanting to explore this new kink, especially with her friend "You're on" she said and she took off her pjs and put on a thin white shirt that made her pink bra see through and she looked into her panty drawer and looked at Jess "What panties are good for wetting in?" Jess took off her skirt showing her light gray panties "hmm, well in my opinion lighter colors so the wet patch shows better, gray is the all time best, with lighter colors you can also see the glistening of it alot better" Kailey nodded and pulled out a pair of light blue panties, she knew if they got wet then they'd quickly turn into a very dark blue, and she put them on and Jessica whistled "well look at you, absolutely sexy as always" she left to get large jugs of water she she came back instead with lots of bottles "these were all I could find, we'll keep refilling them once we're out!" She handed kailey 4 and took 4 for herself. Kailey knew for a fact her bladder wasn't that strong, and she knew Jess had a bladder made of metal, but she was detiermed to win, and she would beat her, and they sat on the bed and both started to drink all of the bottles, nothing happening yet.. They went and kept on refilling them and on the 5th bottle they both needed to pee, both of them squirming a bit "How bad on a scale of 1-10? I'm a 5.5" jess said smirking and kailey replied with "6.." and she hiked her legs up and squirmed like that but Jessica stopped her "Keep drinking" she said and they both continued, devouring all the water and with every bottle both of their urges to go, got even worse and worse and they decided to chat about omo, both girls probably around 8/10, they bit squirmed around with their hands shoved into their legs and their thighs pressed together pushing their fingers against themselves to keep it from coming out of them "So kailey what's great about.. omo is that if you wear a skirt and go secretly in public nobody will ever know, and its a great way to release.. the main drain.. and if you wear tights.. they pool up, and become see through and warm" she said groaning having a hard time focusing because of the urge to go, and kailey felt like she was doing really good even though she still had to go, none of the girls suffering from any leaks yet "Well maybe we can give that a try sometime" Kailey said and shifted back and forth her blonde hair drooping over her face And shortly after Jess leaked, not a spurt but a leak and she moaned "That's one for you!" Kailey said and kept on rocking as she started to leak too spreading her legs a bit more for Jess to see, and she did the same "How about no hands, so we can see when the first spurt is" Kailey suggested and tok her hands off her blue panties and Jessica followed and then both glared at each others cute little panties both having tiny leak spots Over the next few minutes they kept on leaking and then.. Jessica let out the first spurt, and with that a loud moan and kailey had won! "I win! You have to release!!" She said and spurted too in excitement damping her panties again and Jessica laughed slightly "Alright well, you go after me because I saw you spurt too" Kailet nodded and instantly Jessica whimpered and let go of her bladder and instantly it gushed out of her and onto the bedsheets, the fabric of her grey panties becoming a dark pitch black instantly and they glistened lightly with the yellow fluid, it made a little puddle on kaileys bed and it continued to grow and she peed for about a minute until she was done and she put a hand on her drenched panties and moaned fingering herself through her panties "mm your turn" she said smirking at Kailey and she nodded and released too.. Her blue panties hissed and instantly a dark blue patch shot right up the front of them and she moaned as it bolted out of her, making a puddle under her too, and it was so unbelievable to finally let it all out.. it was orgasmic, the soft cotton became hot, and damp as she peed with more force than Jessica and longer too. The puddle in between her legs started to die down as she stopped wetting.. and when she did she bent down and examined her wet patch, and she felt it go right up the front all the way, and right up the back, and she loved sitting in the warm pool of pee, her panties were so soaked they weren't absorbing the puddle and she wiggled her bum around in it the pee puddle moving with her legs and Jessica giggled and stopped fingering herself and kailey went on her knees and the puddle dispersed all over the bed and she sat on Jessica's lap and her pantjes made a squish sound and some urine oozed out of them "So how about we both leave these on the rest of the day?" Kailey said and grinded her crotch on her leg and Jessica nodded with a blush and looked up to her "mm ok, you might wanna change the sheets though" she said and kailey nodded getting off the bed and enjoying the boiling hot warmth of her panties as a few trickles went down her legs and Jess got off too, trickles running down hers aswell. Kailey swiftly changed the bedsheets and set them in the wash and changed everything on the bed, somehow the piss didnt het to her mattress but she was grateful for that. When kailey was done making the bed they both got back on the new fresh one and kailey out a hand on her still warm panties and fingered herself through it "I think I found my favourite kink, that felt.. so damn good" she said and whimpered as she fingered her clit and the wet blue panties and Jessica watched fingering herself too "Mhm, you did well, next time we'll have to go out in public, or whenever the next occasion comes" Jessica nodded, and she went up the bed more and Kailey cuddled in with her and she sunk her face into her large breasts and they pressed their wet crotches together, the Panties remaining soaked, as they took a nap together. Both of them, could not be happier Part 3?
  12. Chapter 1: When issues have to be faced “Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was way more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help as for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breath he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could so do with that.
  13. A follow on from my original series of 12 months of desperate workers. January: the gym owner Thomas was living his dream. Having been in the army for a number of years he knew and understood the importance of looking after your body and keeping fit. So it seemed perfect for him to be running his own gym. Business was doing good, party because he had been very business aware and made some great deals with local businesses that meant their employees could access the gym at a reduced cost with the employers paying the rest. For Thomas this meant he had a guaranteed monthly income regardless of how many clients came and he had just signed another deal with the NHS locally meaning he could take referrals from GP’s and pharmacists with the NHS paying a chunk of the fees. Of course Thomas knew this might change his overall client base substantially but it also generated a wider business and he needed that to survive. Thomas was thankful for loyal and well trained staff. The gym had been open three years now and thankfully he had managed to retain most of the original group of employees he had trained. Staffing was by far his biggest outlay so to help that expense Thomas worked long hours himself. January was always his busiest ever month. He was one of the few people thankful for the ‘new year, new start’ mantra and the proliferation of New Years resolutions. Thomas planned on doing al he could to break the trend of people attending the gym one month but never again. He put his life and soul into making working out as much of a passion for others as it was for him. Thomas had every part of his body honed and under his control. He ran his business like a machine and expected nothing but the best from everyone, including himself. So it came as quite a disappointment to him when Robin called in sick right in the first week of January! Thomas was fuming and found himself having to reschedule things to be able to do gym introductions to all the new clients Robin should have been training. Despite being stressed Thomas refused to let his frustrations affect his business so after his early morning workout he had a quick bottle of water in his office and a banana before seeing the first new client at 8am. Th first client signed up and paid their first month in advance and Thomas hoped he had done enough to convince them that the gym was a place for life not just for new year. Before he had even said goodbye he had to do another hours introduction to yet another new client, this time a middle aged woman who clearly hadn’t been in a gym in her life before. Thomas wasn’t even half way through the introduction when he felt his bladder sending him a signal that he should pop to the bathroom soon. He wasn’t going to walk out of an introduction though so he carried on showing the customer around and demonstrating some of the more basic equipment like the bikes and treadmill. He set a bike to its easiest setting and encouraged the client to try. She struggled and after just a few minutes Thomas helped her off. Worried he had put her off he veered her towards a side area with chairs and a computer and he switched on the computer to show some graphs and visuals of how regular exercise makes a huge difference. Thomas crossed his legs and bounced his knee a little as his need to pee increased quicker than he was comfortable with. He decided as soon as this client left he would make his way quickly to the toilet. He could see that the customer wasn’t likely to come often though she really would benefit from doing so. It wasn’t his place to judge though but he sighed inwardly when she leaned into her handbag and pulled out a can of cola. ‘Sorry, you can’t drink that in here. It’s our policy not to allow food and drink in the gym.’ ‘But they’ve all got bottles beside them?’ ‘Yes madam, water is actively encouraged and in fact everyone should be drinking around 2 litres of water daily and more if you exercise regularly. I’m afraid carbonated drinks do not count mam and we have a blanket policy if not allowing them here at all.’ ‘Mmm. Alright, can I have some water please?’ Reluctantly Thomas headed over to the water fountain and used a plastic cup to get the client some water, the gurgling water canister, the running tap and the filling cup all making his need to pee much greater. He carried the cup the few steps to the client and sat behind the computer as she casually put the cup to her lips and drank it all. ‘Thanks. How come you are not drinking since you think it’s so important then? I mean shouldn’t you be setting me an example since you seem to know everything that’s right for us?’ Thomas was annoyed. This woman had attitude and he just wanted her away so he could use the toilet and get on with his day. He had way better things to do with his morning and this was why he employed staff for tricky customers like this. Still she only had 15 minutes allocated time left in her introduction so Thomas took a deep breathe and answered as politely as he could. ‘Actually mam I have already had a quarter of my daily intake of water and will absolutely reach my two litre target and more by the end of the day. But just to show you how important it is I will have some now with you. Actually at your next introduction, should you wish to come back, my staff would be carrying out a full health check with one of those being a check to see how hydrated you actually are.’ Thomas couldn’t help but think his own measurements would be very high right now with such a full bladder but he kept quiet as he reluctantly once again walked over to the water container and filled another small cup of water and drank it all. It was cold, refreshing and lovely but Thomas knew it would just add to his already full bladder. He returned to his chair and crossed his legs while he tried to convince the customer to sign up. She left undecided and on her way out the door pulled the ring-pull to open her can of coke as if by some form of protest. Thomas sighed and shook his head before turning right around and heading for the bathroom. Except the receptionist stopped him before he got there. ‘Mr Rainman, sorry, it’s Simone from Waters Biscuits wanting to talk to you.’ Thomas turned, his bladder pushing strongly and his penis longing for release. ‘Can you ask if I can call her back please? Even in five minutes?’ ‘Unfortunately she’s about to leave the office and wanted to talk to you now before she goes. I told her you had just come to reception and were available. Sorry.’ Thomas wanted to scream. Can a man not get to have a piss around here? For goodness sake! But instead he said he would take the call in his office and went there right away. After all Waters Biscuits were one of the biggest local businesses as had a workforce of over 120 people. He could really make money if he could do a deal with them. He’d been trying to talk to them for months! He headed to his office and took the call. It lasted much longer than he wanted. For the first ten minutes he sat on his seat fidgeting and crossing his legs. He’d been so close to a bathroom, so tantalisingly close to peeing in a urinal and the thought made him so uncomfortable and increased his need exponentially. He was bursting now! He scissored his legs, bounced a little and moved his legs around. Still the call continued. He tried pacing the room. He tried standing against the wall. He even tried sitting on his table. Nothing seemed to take away from his ever filling and heavy bladder and his desperate need to piss. Still the call continued. Thomas sat back on his chair bouncing like a school boy and pinching himself closed. In his office his own water fountain gurgled, his large window overlooked the huge swimming pool and outside he could hear rain pouring down on the roof. The whole world was conspiring to make his need so urgent he felt if h e didn’t end the call soon he would regret it. He tried to close off. Simone kept talking. Thomas kept squeezing, pinching and rubbing. Simone wanted a date to meet to discuss things in more detail. Thomas wanted to piss like he had never wanted to piss in his life. He didn’t care when they met. He didn’t care how many people worked for them or how many he could sign up for his gym. He just wanted to relax and piss an ocean and NOW. Breathing heavily, sweating profusely and unable to sit or stand still Thomas suggested he pass the call back to his receptionist who could arrange a date. Things were so urgent Thomas has slipped a hand inside his gym trousers and he held his anatomy for dear life. Every second was dragging in. He was going to piss wether he was in a toilet or not. He had held as long as he could. Simone finally agreed to be passed back through and Thomas hung the cordless phone on its charger as he walked briskly to the door, one hand still down his trousers. He couldn’t leave his office in this state but if he let go he knew without a doubt he would shoot pee everywhere. He held himself tightly and headed over to the water fountain where he grabbed a small plastic cup and using his spare hand he placed the cup down his trousers and boxers and allowed a small amount of piss to escape. He had to concentrate so hard not to let much out but it was harder than he expected as his sphincter struggled to close the flow. Thomas placed the cup on his office table terrified still of letting go of his tightly pinched penis. Now free from the phone he muttered to himself. ‘Oh my God. I have to fucking piss so bad.’ He hobbled to the door still holding himself. ‘On the count of three Thomas just let go and run. You can do this.’ He told himself. So with his spare hand he opened the office door quickly pulling the other hand away from his underwear and waistband as he sprinted to the gents with urine dripping from his member. As he pushed the door open he made a beeline for the urinals pulling his elasticated joggers and boxers down as his penis strung up half erect from all his touching and urine filling it and piss cascaded out of it fast and loudly. With one hand Thomas guided his aim and with the other he leaned onto the wall, his body needing support with the effort and speed at which pee was rushing out of him. It was only 11:30am and he wasn’t due to finish work until 8pm. With all of Robin’s clients to see too he could only hope he wouldn’t need to hold again this badly before the end of the day. After all he still had one and a half litres of water still to consume and he did promise the middle age cola drinker he always drank enough. This could be a repeated problem if he didn’t watch out,
  14. I write fiction a lot, but usually it's novel-length work, and most of the time, none of the characters are dying for a piss! So please bear with me if this story isn't super great. It's based on my own experiences in my Japanese language class in college-- obviously, none of the events in this story really happened, but we needed to learn how to ask where the toilets were in Japanese, and it gave me the idea for this little fiction piece. The pictures I'm using are from my actual textbook. Enjoy! --- When Tomoko-san started taking Japanese, she had to admit she was a little nervous. She'd spoken the language at home when she was young, but had never studied it formally, and was worried that she wouldn't be nearly good enough to survive in a college environment. The class sessions were longer than her Spanish classes in high school had been, and she knew that the learning process would go much faster now. What if she wasn't good enough? What if she fell behind? She could imagine her grandmother, who had been fluent in Japanese while she was alive, shaking her head in disapproval. If Tomoko couldn't learn a language that her family had been speaking for generations, just what the Hell could she be good at? Being nervous had various effects on her body-- she tended to heat up a lot, and her bladder seemed to be half its normal size during moments of anxiety. So, for the first few sessions of Japanese class, she made sure to have plenty of cold water stored in a bottle in her backpack, and she made absolutely sure to visit the restrooms before class began. But before long, she realized that learning Japanese was actually going to be quite enjoyable. She started to relax in class, make friends with the teacher... some of her childhood memories of speaking Japanese even began to come back to her. But you know what they say... pride cometh before the fall. One morning, Tomoko woke up later than normal. She squirmed a little under her covers and moaned-- her bladder was full to the brim. That was normal enough-- she often woke in the night with a bursting bladder, rolled over in bed, and fell right back asleep, only to have to clutch herself and sprint to the toilets in the morning when 8 hours of pent-up piss tried to force itself out of her body. But today, she took one look at her watch and realized that if she didn't run to class now, she was going to be late for her first session. And being late was almost worse than needing to excuse herself in the middle of a lecture. So, she got up, quickly changed into a pair of tight leggings and a t-shirt, and left the dorm building, clenching her muscles tight to hold back the flood of hot urine currently weighing down her poor bladder. She was pretty sure she could see a bulge protruding between her hips-- she really had to go-- but she ignored it. The teacher had told them yesterday that today was going to be a very important lesson. --- There was no time for a potty break before class began. Tomoko gritted her teeth, crossing her legs for a moment before entering the classroom-- even in high school, it had been difficult for her to hold through a class when she was desperate, and college classes were almost double the length. But she decided that she could wait. She was an adult, after all-- she could control her bladder no matter how full it was. She sat down at the front of the class as per usual, pushing her backpack under her seat and trying not to listen to the sloshing of her full water bottle as the bag slumped against the floor. She was going to make it. She was going to make it. She just needed to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. The sensei greeted the class cheerfully, then told them to turn to page 277 in their textbook. "Today, we will be learning how to ask permission to use the restroom," she said. Tomoko's bladder tightened in her abdomen, and she let out a small gasp as her need increased substantially. She was very susceptible to the power of suggestion... simply asking for a toilet made her need to go. And she already needed to go. She needed to go badly! The first illustration on page 277 was of a young man in desperate need of a piss. It was a simple drawing-- no bladder bulge, no pee trickle-- but the look of urgency on the young man's cartoon face made Tomoko squirm. Oh God, she needed to piss. But she tried to listen to the teacher. "How do you say, 'Takeshi-san wants to go to the toilet?" the teacher asked. Tomoko and the rest of the class recited the words. Suddenly, a memory flashed in Tomoko's mind-- she was three years old and her bladder was full to the point of spurting, and she told her mother, "I need to pee!!!" in Japanese while dancing in place. Her mother laughed and told her she could hold it until they got home. (She couldn't, of course.) The memory sent Tomoko's current urge to pee skyrocketing, and she had to discreetly slip her hand between her thighs and give herself a quick squeeze. The urine was pressing low in her bladder at this point, signaling that it was time to go-- but Tomoko couldn't go. She had to wait. She needed to get through this class! The rest of the textbook page involved asking directions to various bathrooms-- Tomoko managed to get through that fairly well, politely telling her classmates where to go if they needed to relieve themselves. When it was her turn to ask where to toilets were, she felt a dribble of pee come through her urethra, but she stemmed the flow well enough. Then, came the worst part. "Roleplay time!" the teacher declared. Each of the students had to go up in front of the class with a partner and have a conversation-- express their desperation, ask where the toilets were, and then say thank-you for the directions. Tomoko was paired up with a slender young woman with blonde hair-- when it was their turn, the blonde girl leaned over and whispered, "Is it okay if you play the desperate one? I haven't peed all morning, and I don't think I'll survive admitting it out loud!" All morning?! Tomoko thought to herself. I haven't pissed since yesterday! But she was too polite to refuse, so she stood up, fighting gravity and a raging bladder, and went up in front of the class to do her roleplay. She tried really, really hard to play it cool. "I have to go so bad," she said in Japanese to the blonde girl. "I-- I drank three cups of hot tea this morning, and I cannot wait. I want to pee. Where is the toilet?" Her bladder contracted at the thought of being told where the bathrooms were, and poor Tomoko had to cross her legs to keep from completely flooding her leggings. The class laughed, not unkindly-- clearly, they thought she was just an excellent actress. The blonde girl grimaced. "Toilets are very far away," she said. "To get there..." The girl began listing off directions in stilted Japanese. It took her forever to get through a single step in the process-- Tomoko gritted her teeth and clenched her legs shut. God, why couldn't this blonde girl hurry up? She had to go badly too, didn't she? The sooner they were done, the sooner they could go back to their seats and forget the stress of possibly wetting in front of the class! The teacher interrupted every now and then to correct the blonde girl's awful grammar. With every delay, Tomoko's bladder pulsed a little more desperately, so full of piss that it hurt! She wished she could grab herself and dance around like she did as a child to ease her desperate need, but her classmates would figure out she wasn't faking eventually. She needed to get to a restroom. When the blonde girl was done giving her endless list of directions, the teacher frowned-- clearly, she wasn't impressed by their performance. "Not done yet," she said. "You need more practice. Tomoko-san, pretend that the toilets are broken, and ask Smith-san if you can use her home toilet." The blonde girl pointed at the door. "Toilets are broken," she said in Japanese. "You will need to wait." Tomoko could feel the piss leaking out of her bladder and into her underwear-- she tried not to moan. She couldn't wait-- she wasn't going to make it much longer without bursting-- she needed to get out of this classroom! "Smith-san, may I-- may I use your restroom?" she asked. The blonde girl started to give directions, but Tomoko felt her bladder leak a longer, hotter spurt, and she realized that it was now or never. "Otearai ni ikitai desu!" she yelped, then dashed out of the room. Even once she was out of the classroom, she had no idea if she was going to make it to the toilets in time. Tomoko grabbed her crotch and ran as fast as she could, gushing spurts of pee escaping with every jolting step she took-- damn Smith-san! Tomoko half-fell down the stairs to the lower floor, where the ladies room was waiting for her. She burst through the doors of the restroom, slammed into a stall, bolted the door with shaking hands, and managed to get her pants down before she completely lost it. --- Hope you enjoyed my first attempt at omorashi fiction! I swear I'm better at writing when I'm not focusing on holding my own pee, lol.
  15. Has anyone here read Outlander by Diana Gabaldon? It's an amazing series for a lot of reasons (a legendary 18th century Scottish love story!) but every once in a while, a character ends up with a full bladder, and it totally catches me by surprise. My favorite is when Jamie Fraser, at this point a 22-year-old man, describes having to hold a bursting bladder while sitting in front of his whole clan as a teenager. He'd just been publicly punished for "ungallant remarks" about a woman, and was too stubborn to ask his uncles to be let out of the hall to pee. The series spans over 20 years, of course, so eventually we get a scene where Jamie's son, William, is lying in bed with a woman and absolutely bursting to relieve himself... he really wants to sleep with her, but has to pee too badly and ends up holding it until, eventually, he sprints to the window and lets loose My other favorite is in the most recent book-- the narrator, Claire, is injured and needs to ask Jamie to help her use their chamber pot. But I won't give away any spoilers...
  16. Hey all -- the Zelda series is back :) Links: 1st story 2nd story THIRD STORY PART 1/5 Daisy sat in class. It was 6:50 PM, ten minutes before class ended. Although the professor was ignoring the fact, almost all the students in class were getting ready to go – they were gathering pencils, closing books and binders, and chattering amongst themselves. Daisy sighed. Even in college, such immaturity ran rampant among her idiot peers. Well, that wasn't fair. This was only the generic history class, not part of anyone's major; it was full of sophomores and AP- and IB- carrying freshman. Daisy was a senior; she had put off her history requirement twice. She didn't regret doing so, as her reasons had been sound, but she sure didn't enjoy sitting through the class now. She noted with satisfaction that her friend Luna, who had also put it off, was still sitting as raptly as Daisy herself was. “Psst. Hey, Astra,” Luna whispered. 'Astra' was the only nickname Daisy answered to, and only when it was coming from Luna. It came from 'Asteraceae', the scientific name for daisies (Luna studied botany). “What?” “Are you okay? You've been shifting around in your seat.” Daisy quickly uncrossed her legs and stopped moving them around. Imagining herself as appearing a bit ruffled, she re-arranged her hair, then pulled the bottom edge of her shirt down around her waist and smoothed it. “Yeah,” she said. Luna turned back to the lecture. No. Daisy badly needed to empty her bladder, and she had for some time. It was becoming unbearable. She'd calculated ahead of time that she would be able to hold it until she got back to her dorm – the place with the cleanest bathroom and therefore the logical place to pee – but that didn't lighten the burden of such a full bladder. But Daisy had confidence. She knew exactly what her bladder could handle, and right now she was definitely in the OK zone. She would wait until the end of class, walk to the bus stop and wait for the bus, endure the five-minute ride to the dorm building, and pee in her own dorm's toilet. The thought made her bite her lip in anticipation despite herself. Daisy realized she hadn't been paying attention, and with a little blush she turned her attention back to the professor. At the end of ten minutes, Daisy heard seven distant rings of the large town bell announcing that evening had set in. She, Luna, and a few other diligent students tidied up their things into neat, practical packages while everyone else, having already swept their piles of stuff into their backpacks, stampeded for the door. The diligent students were the last ones out, but they didn't mind; virtue was its own reward. Daisy parted ways with Luna at the doorway. Luna had another class and went right, while Daisy, headed for the dorms via the campus bus, went left. She stood by the but stop's bench and absent-mindedly held the railing. No one else was there, but she still didn't want to sit; her butt hurt from sitting in class for two hours, and the bench was probably dirty anyway. And if she was honest with herself, changing position first to sit and then to stand back up to board the bus would have made it harder to contain her pee. Daisy recognized four stages of a hold, although her stages were purely nominal. The first stage was when her urgency could be described as a “1” on a scale from 1 to 4, the second stage a “2”, and so forth. Nothing was qualitatively different between the stages; she only enumerated them because it was a useful basis for creating mental shortcuts: I can practice violin at 3 or below; the bulge is visible at 2 and above. She was in stage 4 right now, but of course at any stage she kept her composure; it wasn't logical to distract others with one's own needs. She crossed her legs and awaited the arrival of the bus. – Roughly across town, in Amperage theater, a magician materialized in the center of the stage and took her place at the microphone, unphased by her sudden change of existential status, to the great amusement of the crowd, who cheered. “Good evening, good evening!” she called. “I, Jill the Chill, will be entertaining you for the next two hours with various acts of questionable possibility!” A bowling ball fell out of her sleeve and crashed into the floor. Jill picked it up and balanced it on her pinky finger, demonstrating that it was now feather-weight, then tossed it up in the air, where it became a raven and flew away. More cheers. The show continued for an hour. Imperceptibly to the audience, Jill was becoming more and more uncomfortable. “There will be a brief intermission now,” she announced. “Get food, get water, pee...and then come back for the second half!” The crowd cheered once more, then about half of it made for the refreshments/bathroom area. The curtain closed, and Jill wiped some sweat off of her forehead. The first part of the show had gone splendidly, especially considering how badly she'd needed to pee. She'd wanted to go before the show began, but she had arrived a little late and got caught up in preparation, so she hadn't had time. Now she had to get ready for the next segment, and wouldn't have time to use the backstage toilet. Aghh, she had been holding for over three days! Couldn't she be granted a break? But no, no matter how hard she tried, she could pull only rabbits out of hats, not extra prep time. She loaded up her sleeves with cards, her shoes with coins, and her bosom with colored cloths. She looked longingly into the bathroom as she passed it on her way to get the last thing she needed – stilts – but alas, only two minutes remained until it was time to go back on. A pee like this would require at least four minutes to release, probably five. But no matter! Jill the Chill was a magician, and magic if not luck had always come through for her in the end. She tried to keep her hands away from her crotch as she awaited the rising of the curtain. – When Daisy got back to her dorm, she avoided making a beeline for the toilet, even though there was no one around to hide her urgency from. She just wanted to delay peeing until the next half-hour multiple to make the numbers work out more nicely for her notebook. For a lack of anything else to do, she took out the notebook to record her entry early. Below the previous entry, dated January 10, she drew a separating line, and below that she wrote: January 14, 2015 Time: 19:30 Duration: Volume: not recorded She would fill in the duration after she peed. The reason she put 'volume' at all when she knew she wouldn't be measuring was that she did measure about every four holds or so, and it made the whole page cleaner and more consistent to put in a place-holder for it every time. She looked up at the wall clock: 7:25 (her roommate wouldn't let her set it to 24-hour time). For a moment she thought she'd made a mistake and would have to wait another hour before she peed, but then she realized she'd just converted the time from the wall-clock wrong. Daisy wondered idly what she would have done. She supposed she could have waited – humans erred, yes, but intelligent humans could avoid urinating on themselves – but she felt no guilt in going now anyway. After all, she would have to go eventually, lest her bladder explode inside her. Actually, when she thought about it, she wasn't sure if she could have waited another hour. The load inside her was swelling threateningly, paining her more by the minute. Perhaps this was the hour in which her bladder would burst if it wasn't emptied. Finally, it was time. Daisy took her notebook under her arm, stepped into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. She pulled down her pants, sat on the toilet, and peed. A minute later, she heard something over the sound of her stream which made her elf-like ears perk up: it was the sound of the bathroom door handle being turned just a bit before getting stopped by the lock. Someone, probably her roommate Kendall, needed to use the bathroom. Daisy didn't usually let herself get excited in situations like this. An ordinary person would just wait for Daisy to get out of the bathroom, and then go in. But things were different with Kendall, as Daisy had realized a while ago. Kendall would not wait for the bathroom; she would just go on with her day and hold it. Furthermore, Daisy had learned a bit of the girl's schedule, and knew that her roommate would be going to bed right around now. Excited and full of curiosity, but empty of pee, Daisy stood and pulled up her panties and jeans. She washed her hands, then plucked a single blonde hair off of her head, closed the toilet lid, and placed the hair on it so that it would fall away if anyone – if Kendall – opened it, but would otherwise stay in place. Kendall didn't like to use any bathroom except this one (Daisy liked that about her), so Daisy would be able to track reasonably well whether Kendall had peed even if she couldn't follow her the next day. She burned with curiosity about how long the other girl would last. Just before leaving the bathroom, Daisy put her pencil to the blank space in her notebook entry and wrote 4 minutes, 22 seconds. – 7:54 PM came and Jill was getting desperate. She paced about the stage as she moved various objects between upside-down cups, then revealed that they had teleported to other cups. This penultimate routine was almost over; she finished it off by turning over all the cups, revealing that the colored cloths had disappeared entirely, then, after a moment of suspense, reached into the front of her black suit and began pulling them out (their numbers having multiplied and their colors having brightened since their disappearance). “And now,” she said into the microphone. “For my final trick...” The crowd held its breath, and for a moment Jill forgot about her bladder situation, lost in the euphoria of performance. “I will personally...disappear into thin air!” She couldn't get distracted now. This was the hardest trick to pull off, and if she messed it up it would mean that all of her successes earlier tonight, despite being numerous and impressive, would be meaningless. The show as a whole could be no better than its final trick. Therefore, as Jill readied herself to disappear, she clamped down on her bladder, allowing herself a one-second crotch-grab to make sure she was in control beforehand. So what if some people in the audience saw her? They loved her. She could get away with it once or twice. Jill had control. The clock read 7:59, and the second hand was ten seconds away from the top of its arc. She held her breath and waited for the moment. Backstage now, Jill heard the audience cheering loudly. The show had been a huge success, even for her, and she and her backstage helpers had pulled off a flawless end. But she had no time to stand around and exchange congratulations with them; another 30 seconds and she would be peeing her pants. She dashed to the bathroom backstage, but saw to her fright that it was occupied! She paused and danced on the spot, unsure how to proceed, when, as luck would have it, the occupant finished up and vacated the toilet. Jill slipped past him and closed the door in one smooth motion, then leaped over to the toilet, yanked down her costume bottom and sat down. Pee jetted out for over four minutes; Jill was immensely relieved. – On the morning of January 15, Daisy woke up feeling refreshed. It was a Thursday, meaning she only had one class. She pulled the covers off of her small body and swung her legs around to the side of her bed. Even though she had peed (and emptied her bowels) only 12 hours ago, she felt a mild fullness in her belly. She stood up and padded over to the bathroom in sock feet, taking a look at the sleeping Kendall as she passed. The hair on the toilet lid was undisturbed, so the other girl still had not peed. Daisy took her showers in the evening, so her morning routine was only to brush her short blonde hair until it was nice and neat, then to apply a minimal amount of makeup. Once upon a time she had skipped makeup altogether – why be vain? – but gradually Luna had convinced her that, although it was vanity, it was the good kind. Daisy looked at herself in the full-body mirror that she and Kendall had saved up for in their sophomore year. She saw a short, thin girl with blue eyes and a sharp chin, whose partly-combed blonde hair just touched her shoulders. There was also a coffee-colored stain on the front of her shirt, which was rare, since her small chest didn't stick out far enough to catch many drops. She finished combing her hair in the mirror, then headed out to her dresser to get a new shirt. She picked out a purple polo with a breast pocket, and while she was at it, khakis. It was a young, how-may-I-help-you-today look that only nerd girls could pull off, according to a single, kind remark from Luna, and countless, countless snide remarks from others. When Daisy went back into the bathroom to change and closed the door, her bladder finally spoke up and asked to be emptied. It used a quiet voice, which was proper: it had only been about half a day since her last pee, so, using her terminology, she was still in stage 1 of her hold. She poked herself in the belly when she had her shirt and pants off, and felt the urge worsen for a moment with each poke. She giggled, and put her clothes on. She was just about to leave the bathroom for the morning when she remembered that she still had business in there: keeping Kendall out. Kendall's Thursday schedule required her to get out of bed now, then more or less stay out of the dorm until the end of Calculus class with Daisy, except for lunch. Daisy had just begun to ponder how long she should stay in here to wait for Kendall when she heard that beautiful sound of the doorknob turning an eighth turn, then catching on the lock and stopping. Oh, how Daisy had come to love that sound! She knew Kendall would still be here for a few minutes to brush her hair and gather her books and so forth, but she also knew that Kendall wouldn't be taking a shower today – she did that only every other day – so she had no excuse to wait for the restroom. She squatted in the bathroom until she heard Kendall leave. Back out in the main living area, Daisy checked her planner and saw that she was to study both scripting and botany today. Her Calc IV class wasn't until afternoon, so, ever the early bird, Daisy grabbed the two textbooks and set out for the library. Once there, she studied for two hours, sipping from a large cup of coffee all the while. – Jill didn't have a show today. Therefore, she slept until noon. When she awoke, she sludged out of bed and rubbed her eyes, then stretched her arms and legs as far as they could go, yawning gigantically. She had slept in the previous day's clothes, as was her norm on show nights; when she finally arrived home at around midnight (shows typically ended at 8 or 9, were followed by a signing or some other meet-the-magician event, and then required cleanup) she was always exhausted enough to simply collapse onto her bed as she was. She stood. “Routine” was too strong a word to describe her morning actions, but even she had a few things she did regularly: shower, change, comb hair. Naturally, peeing wasn't on that list, but she already felt a little liquid in her abdomen. After leaving the backstage bathroom the previous evening, she had realized just how thirsty she was and had more or less chugged a bottle of water, then grabbed a second one to have while signing shirts and talking to guests, and finally refilled the second one to drink while she worked on cleanup with the crew. That made three bottles of water in her, minus whatever she might have sweat out since then. She ran her hand over her tummy, applying pressure to her bladder and trying to judge how long she'd make it if she kept that rate up. Not long, she guessed. She stepped into the bathroom of her one-bed one-bath apartment, which was technically a stand-alone house. She rented it alone; the peace and quiet let her make shows of high enough quality that they paid for their own working-condition luxuries. Jill undressed and stepped into the shower. The water was freezing at first, but she ignored it; it helped wake her up. So with the water making her shiver and need to pee, Jill washed herself. She first rinsed her hair, then began washing her body while it soaked. When she was washing her tummy, she pushed a little extra hard on her bladder for fun, and, despite the water being warm now, shivered again. Once she had rinsed herself clean of the soap, she began on her hair. Her hair was long, prone to tangles, and made of thin strands, meaning, contradictorily, that she had to be both rough and delicate with it. She had mastered the art; no hair was lost in the process of cleaning it and applying a round of straightening. After a total of 5 minutes, Jill stepped out of the shower. She stood on the shower mat, feeling its soft fur with her bare feet while swiping drips of water off of her skin. Some water ran down her front in a peculiar way such that it lept off of her skin just as it got to her lower belly, for a moment making it look like she was peeing. What fun would she have with this hold? Her mind wandered to various possibilities – spend Sunday in public, lock herself out of the bathroom, etc. – and she began to get excited and impatient to get on to the good part. She took a glass from the sinktop and filled it with water, then chugged it down eagerly, spilling a little on her bare chest. She was tempted to chug down four or five more glasses, but she resisted the urge. As much as she liked to torment herself, she wanted the hold to last four days this time. And on this special occasion, she knew exactly when her last pee had been: 8:01 in the evening, Wednesday night, right after her show had ended. Jill stepped out into her living room, dry now, and walked to her dresser. She picked out a t-shirt and sweatpants, along with a purple bra and blue underwear. Then, not wanting to forget, she walked naked to a piece of paper lying on the table and wrote “Wed evening, 8:01” on it. Below, she wrote her goal: “Sun evening, 8:01”. Then she put her clothes on. – After her initial study session, which lasted until 9:45, Daisy walked back to the dorm area and took the bus to the coffee shop for a break, a donut, and another coffee. The rationality of the bus system was pleasing to her: one pair of buses circulated between the main campus, the dorm area, and the mall in the center of town; another pair circulated up and down Main St., which was the backbone of the town. At the shop, Daisy ordered a butternut donut and another large coffee. She had brought her laptop, and once she had her food she grabbed some napkins and sat down at a table to work on a paper that was due next Monday. But wasn't she supposed to be taking a break? Yes; exchanging the plodding Botany book for an exciting mathematical essay had been, to Daisy, a break. Besides: she had been out of coffee for the last half hour, and having more allowed her to enjoy not only its flavor, but also some early fantasies about how it would feel when it got to her bladder. Now it was noon. Daisy had returned to the library at 10 and worked through another 2-hour study session. The coffee had long since gone through her system, and although, she mused, a normal girl might be bursting to pee right now, Daisy herself felt only a small urge. She piled her things up neatly, and walked back to the dorms. Hunger had set in; she considered eating at the dorm diner, but then decided to go out to eat instead. So, after putting her books back in their places, Daisy took the bus to the mall, then walked a short distance to get on one of the Main St. buses. What did Daisy want to eat? The restaurants slid by slowly. Pizza? Tacos? Sub sandwiches? Actually, tacos sounded good – she got off the bus and walked back to the restaurant. When she walked in, five or six people were ahead of her. She thought she'd have to wait a while, but the adept cashier handled them all in well under three minutes. When it was her turn, she ordered her usual two soft tacos and large coke. She vaguely recognized the cashier from when she'd been here before: a small African-American girl with large green eyes. A bit of a belly...was that usually there? To her left, she heard a piece of paper flapping in a draft, and by leaning slightly over the counter she could see that it was an “Out of order” sign on the bathroom door. She chuckled to herself upon reading it – who needed public restrooms anyway? Daisy's food was ready soon. – Jill sat at her work table, which was also her food table. It was two in the afternoon; she had spent the first two hours of her day surfing the internet idly and chatting with some of her friends. She had thrown together a plate of nachos and now she was snacking on them as she got caught up on where she was in her latest show, a short play. She had been working on it for a couple of weeks now, and it was getting pretty close to done. It was at the stage (pun intended) where Jill could contact her co-workers and begin giving them preliminary orders for what props and costumes would be needed. She couldn't have described the process she used to catch up, but she had one. There was this character, and that one, and there was that thing that he said to her, and… …and then Jill was working away, unaware of the passage of time, unaware of the uneaten portion of her nachos, unaware of the feeling in her bladder of a little bit of pee already building up. – Daisy didn't like to study in the early afternoon, and since finals weren't for a while, she didn't have to today. She sat on her dorm bed, having just returned from lunch, and wondered what to do. Perhaps Luna was free to hang out? Daisy looked at her calendar. It was not to be; a red line labeled “Luna dance class 1:30-3:00” ran through all the Thursdays. Maybe she would just practice violin. Daisy heard footsteps coming up the hallway. She didn't really notice them at first, but when they stopped at her door she became interested. Who was it, she wondered? As the doorknob began to turn, it clicked in Daisy's mind. She dashed across the room and into their shared bathroom just as Kendall swung the door open. Kendall would know she'd just gone in, but probably not that she'd done it in such a hurry. She waited for the turn of the doorknob. It didn't come. She looked at the clock and saw it was forty-nine seconds past 13:40. She looked down at her feet and tapped her sneakers together idly a few times, counting the taps on her fingers to make sure it came out to a multiple of five. She thought about the slightly full state of her bladder and wished it would fill faster. The usual temptation to chug four liters of water descended upon her, but as usual she ignored it. She used to succumb to it, but she learned quickly that it always lead to a worse hold in the long run; the sheer quantity of liquid would make her feel sick to her stomach, and then the water would go quickly to her bladder, rushing her through stages 2, 3, and early 4 before she could enjoy them. Then she would be left in late stage 4, totally unsatisfied with the amount of holding she had done, but already needing to pee too badly to focus on getting work done, and thus being forced to go before she wanted to. No, the early stages of a hold were necessary, if boring. Daisy needed them to get preemptively caught up on work that she wouldn't be able to do during stage 4, when she would be– The doorknob turned, and clicked against the lock. Daisy put her ear to the door just soon enough to hear a breathy “dangit!” as a pair of feet stepped back from it. The floor creaked once, then again and again, but Daisy heard no footsteps...somebody was shifting their weight back and forth. Daisy's mouth went dry. A minute later, the footsteps left the bathroom door, and Daisy heard the main door being opened and then closed. Kendall had needed to pee since at least last night, and this had been her last chance to go for several hours! It was a while before Daisy could focus enough to play violin. – Jill emerged, as though from a long tunnel, out of her work. She had not finished the play today; an unexpected turn of events in the fictional world had delayed its end for a little longer while additional loose ends were tied up. It would probably require another two days of work. Jill's first thought was of how she missed the days when she could begin work on a project with a more or less empty bladder and emerge only hours later bursting for a piss. Sure, she would need to drink a lot beforehand to make that happen, but it had been doable. Nowadays, the most she could hope for was a considerable, but not emergency-inducing, increase in urgency. She went to get herself a bottle of pop from the fridge, intending to drink the whole thing. She knew the dangers of drinking too much too soon, but this seemed like it would be fine to her; she was thirsty anyway. When Jill opened the fridge, she realized with a start that she was not only parched, but also starving. She looked at the clock and found to her surprise that it was 5:30 in the afternoon. She had worked for a solid three and a half hours. That was good time, even for her. Well, this deserved a treat. She grabbed the pop and headed for the door; she was going out to eat. What did she want? There was pizza, tacos, sub sandwiches... Tacos sounded good. There was a Mexican restaurant near the end of Main St. Actually – pizza. – Daisy considered camping out in her room to make sure Kendall couldn't slip in and pee before their class together commenced. ...She usually didn't get like this, but today she had her eyes dead set on seeing her roommate desperate to pee. She decided not to do that, however. For one thing, she knew Kendall wouldn't have a chance to get back to the dorm to pee, as the girl had complained that she always had to rush from her last class to this one, and for another, she didn't want to be late herself. So, with a sigh, Daisy gathered up her books and pencils and headed for the door, hoping she hadn't made some error in calculations that would have allowed Kendall a chance to use the bathroom. In the final hallway before her arrival at the classroom, it occurred to Daisy that she had to sit next to Kendall if she wanted to enjoy her desperation. She could only control this variable if she arrived after Kendall did, but before the seats around her were taken by randoms. She didn't know if Kendall was there yet, so when she got to the door she slowed to a crawl and peered in as she passed by, trying to see every seat at once. She didn't see Kendall. Alright, plan B. Daisy would walk around a loop in the hallways and see if Kendall was there when she returned...but no, there was a flaw – if Kendall arrived very soon, all the seats near her could be taken by the time Daisy came around again. Instead, she hatched another plan: she would stand outside the restroom until Kendall arrived. No one would take notice of a girl they didn't know waiting her turn to pee, and she could reasonably give up on waiting and head into class when Kendall arrived. (The reason Kendall couldn't use the very restroom that Daisy stood by was that it was quite unclean, and like Daisy Kendall was a little germaphobic). Daisy backed up into the wall and leaned against it, then took out her phone and pretended to look at it as she kept an eye out for Kendall. She usually hated the thought of being seen waiting for the bathroom, but this time she didn't mind, because she didn't actually need to go. Well...she mostly didn't need to go. It wasn't urgent. Finally Kendall came down the hall; Daisy looked only out of the corner of her eye, to avoid getting the girl's attention. She was one of the last ones to arrive, so although Daisy wanted to be more subtle, she had to dart in right behind Kendall in order to guarantee herself a spot. She did this, and, seeing that Kendall had taken a seat with only one empty seat next to it, hastily took that one. The roomies made eye contact. Kendall smiled politely, and Daisy waved and said “Hi.” “Hey.” Kendall shifted minutely in her seat. The class was two hours long. Daisy still didn't know how badly Kendall needed to pee, and if she was going to enjoy watching she would need to keep an eye on that to find out soon. The larger girl hadn't noticed how uncharacteristic Daisy's wave had been – was she distracted already? It didn't take as long as Daisy had expected for the level of Kendall's urgency to become clear. She had toughed out the first five minutes so stoically that Daisy feared she had managed to find a place to pee. But before long she had crossed her legs and began bouncing them up and down in place. Another minute later she stilled herself, but kept her legs crossed, and placed her spare hand in between her lower thighs; after yet another minute, she uncrossed her legs, leaned forward in her seat while biting her lip, and clutched her stomach. She sat up straight quickly and glanced around, then crossed her legs again with as much dignity as she could manage. Daisy's mouth went dry. This was it. She had done it! But Daisy wasn't one to wallow in success. No, her next step was to see if she could prolong Kendall's plight any longer. If she could get back to the dorm before Kendall, by being early or by making Kendall late, she might be able to make her skip yet another toilet visit. Alternatively, even though this was Kendall's last class of the day, Daisy might be able to invent a reason that the girl couldn't return directly to her dorm when it was over. She pondered the three options. Getting to the dorm early was easy: just excuse herself from class a bit before it was over. Making Kendall late was harder, but possibly more subtle: if Daisy left class early and ended up in the bathroom, Kendall would be suspicious – anyone could see that Daisy wasn't one to value bodily functions over education. The third option offered endless possibilities, but there wasn't a clear path to take, nor even a clear question to be answered. How exactly could Daisy keep Kendall with her and away from their room? What kind of plan would she need to come up with? After a moment's thought, it occurred to Daisy that she could ask Kendall out to dinner. Not necessarily on a date, just as friends (Daisy herself was bisexual, but she wasn't sure about Kendall). Were the two close enough for that to be feasible? Daisy didn't have the intuition to tell, but she suspected not; she hadn't made any prior efforts to forge a friendship with the girl. What would it be? The seconds ticked away, and Daisy thought, and Kendall held. “Kendall?” Daisy snapped out of a trance, noticing first that Kendall had been called on, then that she had been raising her hand. Was she asking to use the bathroom?? Kendall asked a question about what the prof had been lecturing on, and as the prof answered, Daisy realized it had been safe all along. This wasn't high school. You didn't ask to go to the bathroom, you just went. And Kendall didn't go, she just waited. She even did so properly, without squirming, when someone like the prof was looking at her...but as soon as the prof went back to his lecture, Kendall began tapping her foot impatiently, and she bit her lip nervously from time to time. Besides turning Daisy on tremendously, this also worsened her need to pee, by the power of suggestion. She didn't need to do a silly bathroom dance, but her bladder stayed on her mind. An hour passed, and Daisy was pretty sure Kendall's need had worsened. She kept her thick legs pressed together or crossed at all times; she kept biting her full lower lip; her wavy brown hair, left unattended while she squirmed, was beginning to get tangly; her pretty blue eyes darted around, as though a toilet would materialize on the wall or ceiling. But only 30 minutes remained in class. Daisy would see some good holding action, yes, but it would be over before it could possibly result in a wetting – which Daisy would relish in. Obviously Kendall needed to pee badly, but it wasn't clear just how badly, nor whether she could be convinced to keep holding for longer. Normally, as thrice so far, if Kendall was denied access to a bathroom, she just skipped that visit. But of course, those had all been when she hadn't needed to go as urgently as she did now. Daisy would need a plan to make sure Kendall didn't insist on a bathroom break, or (even harder to prevent) use a bathroom besides the one in their dorm. And how hard it was to think with Kendall squirming in her seat sexily right beside her! Such is the plight of a pee fetishist, Daisy mused. She considered her options. A dinner date was the most viable among the outings to convince Kendall to go on. Even it had two complications, though: keeping Kendall from stopping for a pee at the dorm before they left, and keeping her from using a public bathroom while they were out. If Daisy had more time, she could take a stab at the latter issue by touring various restaurants and seeing if they had bathrooms or not, but lacking that, she had no way of knowing. She was just about to scrap the idea when she remembered something with a start: the bathrooms had been closed at the restaurant where she'd eaten lunch! It wasn't a particularly dinner-y place, but they were college students; no one would blame her for taking someone there. She knew it was open late, too, having eaten dinner there before. Her bladder pricked her gently in memory of the time she'd had an accident there. Only one problem remained: keeping Kendall from stopping at the dorm first to pee. And, of course, convincing her to come along in the first place. The former she could solve with a well-timed visit to the bathroom of her own, as long as Kendall kept to her normal method of trying once to get a bathroom break, then giving up immediately if she failed. Daisy couldn't know if she would or not, but she didn't think there was another way, so she had to wager everything on the hope that she would. Finally, getting Kendall to come along at all. The direct approach was usually Daisy's favorite – “Hey Kendall, do you want to come get dinner with me?” – but she knew from experience that this wasn't always the most effective, nor was it the favorite of her audiences. Yet the only thing she could reasonably adorn the question with was a reason that the two should meet, and Daisy could think of none. To study? Not while eating. To plan a co-op project? No such project was assigned. To get to know one another? Why? No, the only way to do it would be to ask directly. Ask directly, execute perfect timing to keep Kendall out of the bathroom a fourth time, then go to dinner and hope the bathrooms hadn't been repaired yet. It was settled. Daisy would ask right after class was over, only twenty minutes from now. Kendall's bladder seemed to be getting dangerously full by now. Daisy looked over to see that her legs were crossed and bouncing up and down slowly, and one of her hands kept wandering into her lap. As she watched, Kendall uncrossed her legs with something like determination, indicated by her light stomp after doing so, but after a minute of stoic stillness she was biting her lip and shifting this way and that, and after another her legs were crossed and bouncing again. Daisy watched with increasing fascination as the reality of the situation sunk in deeper and deeper. She had butterflies in her stomach for the first time in as long as she could remember, thinking about taking Kendall to dinner and watching her squirm for as much as two hours more. “Kendall?” Daisy jumped again, and chastised herself for not being more attentive. Kendall had been raising her hand. “How come taking the integral of the square isn't the same as taking the square of the integral? I mean, if you just...if you rearrange.” She flipped through some pages in her notebook. The professor watched her for a minute, then said “I think I know where you're going with this, and I think a lot of people have the same question. Do you want to come down here and write what you're thinking on the board?” Daisy looked back at Kendall just in time to see her hesitate for an instant before she rose from her seat, walked carefully up to the board, and began drawing some diagrams and equations. She stood perfectly upright with straight legs at first, and held this posture the whole time she was writing. But Daisy too knew where she was going with this, and she knew that the explanation would be a long one – especially since it involved a subject they hadn't covered yet. Moreover, this prof was fond of bringing students down to the main platform to have little (or long) dialogs with them, for the purpose of explaining something to the whole class. Kendall had been daring to initiate a dialog in her current state (if she had even known she was doing it). Kendall put the chalk down calmly and listened attentively as the prof spoke about the question. But as the minutes ticked past, Kendall's control started to slip. At first, she only crossed her legs slowly in place and put her hands on her hips, but by the end she was squirming around enough that others besides Daisy might have noticed that she needed to pee. The professor said nothing of it, however, and before the last twenty minutes of class were up, Kendall returned to her seat. Daisy saw that she was red in the face and sweating – neither one obvious from a distance, but both quite clear now. Her control didn't rise above the bouncy crossed legs level for the rest of the class. – Finally, class ended. Daisy had, for once, gathered her things together a little early, so that she was ready to leave before Kendall. She met her at the door. “Kendall!” she said. Kendall stopped awkwardly and regarded her. “Oh...hi!” “I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me tonight...?” It had come out with neither disastrous awkwardness nor suspicious glibness, but Daisy suspected she could have done better. “Oh!” Kendall thought about it. Daisy wasn't sure what to say, but she suspected the cleanest option was just to let Kendall have a minute. Her patience was rewarded. Kendall said “Uhmm...sure! Just let me stop by the dorm, I have to...drop off some things. Then we can go. Sound good?” Daisy nodded. Phase one was complete. They walked most of the way back to their dorm together, walking rather than waiting for the bus – Kendall's decision. Once within 100 paces or so, Daisy executed a plan she had come up with during that walk. “Do you mind if I run ahead? These books are kinda heavy.” “Go ahead.” “Thanks.” Daisy closed the rest of the gap hastily and ducked inside. She darted about the room, doing several things in quick succession before Kendall arrived: put her books down, straighten her desk, grab her coat, and duck inside the bathroom. There, she put on her coat, brushed her hair, and generally tidied herself; she would need to be ready to go out as soon as she left the bathroom. Kendall arrived. Daisy heard her footsteps go from the door to her bed, stand there for a minute while books were plunked down, then head for the bathroom. The handle didn't turn, but it might as well have; Kendall's footsteps stayed right outside the door, shifting back and forth as they had earlier that day, but more vigorously. Daisy didn't budge. As planned, Kendall eventually left the door and opened her dresser to get her own coat, stood still for a minute to put it on, then began returning to the bathroom door. At that moment, Daisy came out, and just as Kendall was about to head into the open doorway, Daisy stepped into her path and interjected “Ready??” It was the most beautifully timed social gambit Daisy had ever pulled off. Kendall visibly looked for a way to turn down Daisy's innocent, excited question in the negative, but gave up after three seconds. “...yeah. Should we go?” Daisy smiled – she couldn't not – and nodded. They headed for the door. END OF PART 1
  17. NOTE!!!!! So a year ago or so I wrote this story in chapters but it was way too unrealistic, and became sloppy since I didn't know where to go. It was never finished. So while the character's and some events are the same, the premise is different. The story remastered as one LONG EPIC piece. With an ending. This is ALL FICTION. None of this is real. It has one unrealistic part, you'll know when. Hope you like it. At Jenkins University, it was nighttime, and the whole campus was pretty much closed, but the parking lot was packed. It was the Jenkins Female Choir performance led by the late thirties aged Ms. Calwiki with short brown hair, was dressed like the rest of her twenty something year old students: tight black dress pants, high heels (though Calwiki due to foot problems had to wear girlish, black dress shoes) and a white top shirt. Calwiki had long sleeves on. Jennie, Jo, and Nikki were all brunettes. Jo had her hair in a ponytail while the other two let theirs hang down. Nikki wore a sleeveless white top to show her long, tan arms. Jennie had dress pants with thin, white lines as design down the blackness. Lily was an average-height blonde with wavy hair with a little fat, but still damn cute and sexy in that black and white pattern top and black skirt and heels. Kelsey the same but with black hair, and Tyra, an African American girl with a cool attitude and brown short curly hair. She and Jennie had the roundest butts in the tight black pants. "Everyone, five minutes," said Emily from the stage. She was on the production team. A short, punk rock girl with black straight hair, and that night had a black shirt and tight blue jeans that went over her small but nice shaped butt. "Oh Emily!" Tyra said. "Come try these brownies Dean Maxline made for us." Dean Maxline spoke with Calwiki in the corner. Maxline was a very tall blonde woman who wore high heels that night with tight dark gray pants and an orange shirt. Emily shrugged and took one, having bit into something she would regret later on. They all would. Some of their panties as well. Just cause their pants were black, didn't mean they covered stink, loads that could fall down the openings, etc. "Girls," Calwiki called out. "Let's head on stage." As they started to head out Maxline sucked some more of her extra large coffee with double sugar. She caught glimpse of Tyra who stood still for a moment and held her belly. She looked a bit uncomfortable. Once on stage the girls had lined up. The auditorium was full. Calwiki finished her third brownie, they were so delicious they covered the accidental poison inside. All the girls had felt a little antsy as a pressure built up in their lower bellies. Not pee, though. Maxline drank more of her coffee and watched from the side with Emily as Calwiki turned to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said. "Did you just assume our gender?" Someone from the audience yelled. Calwiki ignored it. She continued, "It is my great pleasure tonight to bring you an act of these beautiful ladies. We still-Ergh!" Calwiki moaned as she grasped her stomach as a harsh, hot tight pain shot through. Her tight legs at the knees turned inwards. "S-sorry." As Calwiki continued, Emily from the side said, "I wonder what that was about. Is she okay?" Dean Maxline said, "She's at where I want everyone to be. We have professionals who want to invest in our schools art program. Everyone needs to work hard and get through tonight." Emily gave a shrug. They did have to impress. "Dean Maxline, what do you-OOOH!" Emily moaned as she crouched down and held her stomach. Her legs staying together shut tight. She felt a heavy, burning feeling that she recognized. "What...what was that?" Maxline sucked more on her large coffee. "Powerscrap brand ingredients added to my brownies." "Powerscrap? Aren't they a health industry? With losing weight. What ingredient?" "Something guaranteed to clean a stomach out." Emily froze and her eyes widened. Her lips trembled as she felt the pain worsening. She could tell looking at the girls on stage by their faces that they were experiencing some discomfort as well. Emily said, “Dean why did you do that?” Maxline tapped her foot in annoyance. “It’s to clean the nerves out of the stomach. Relax.” “That’s not what clean out the stomach means!” Emily felt like she would explode as the brown dark force ran through her intestines and tried to fire out of her ass. Emily stood up straight squeezing her ass cheeks together as tight as possible. She ran from stage and to the auditorium's one ladies room. It was a single person restroom. They had a small school so most bathrooms were singles. Saved money. She reached for the door and grabbed the handle...LOCKED ! "Oh no," Emily said in fear. Maxline came up. "Back to work now. You can go during intermission." Emily squirmed in her spot next to a door which locked behind was her key to relief and not messing up her pants in a humiliating public fashion. “Dean Maxline. I really gotta go!” She bounced. Dean Maxline continued to tap her foot louder and harder than before with a hand pushing on her waist. “I’ve had three of these coffees in the last hour to keep me awake. I have to go too, but it can wait. Now come on we need you on stage. I’ll call the janitor to come unlock the restroom.” Emily bounced left to right as he feet shuffled on the floor, so her body could try to contain the growing, burning load within. She started to sweat. Her tight jeans showed stretched marks at the bottom of her round butt as her legs stayed tight. Emily looked left no right in confusion and paranoia. She squeaked. Put her hands in her pockets, grasped her fingers on the inside against her private area, and walked back with Dean Maxline with her legs tight and butt cheeks in those tight jeans moving back and forth. Ms. Calwiki was a bit desperate at this point. She knew she needed to go to the bathroom. Really badly. She tapped her conductor stick on the podium, held her arms up, and flicked to direct the girls. They sang "A Hard Harsh Pressure." The words strained the bellies of all the poor girls. Jennie and Tyra, next to each other in their tight black pants. Jennie had the white line design on hers, Tyra's pants were much tighter and less made of dress fabric. Both of the girls butts held so tight lines formed down their cracks and their pants went in. Lily put her hands in her pocket as she felt her belly expand. Nikki was the same way but had her hands against her crotch as she waved back and forth and crossed her legs. Kelsey had her arms tight against her sides. Jo was the same way. She remembered how bad she had to pee earlier that day, and almost wet herself in calculus. Now she was facing a poop problem. She could not have an accident. They went on to their next song, and by this point all of the girls have felt like they had to go VERY bad for almost half an hour. Especially Tyra. Her feeling hit her before they even got on stage. Dean Maxline sucked down the rest of her coffee.. Maxline looks down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Emily had her legs crossed and crouched down bent at the knees, bouncing up and down. She had been working all day since early morning and had to drink a couple energy drinks to keep her going. The poor girl felt like she would bust any second. In the audience, a woman had gotten up as she felt their drinks from dinner had caught up with them. Lucy, with dark hair and sort of chubby legs in a black skirt walked to the bathrooms. She had a dark pink top as well, and black dress jacket and was in her late twenties. She reached the bathroom and grabbed the door knob. Locked. She knocked. In a voice of discomfort, "Excuse me, is anyone in there?" Lucy knocked again as she felt her belly rumble. "Hello? Is this occupied or not? I really gotta go." After forty-five minutes, four songs, intermission had come. The audience clapped but it meant nothing to those on stage desperate out of their freaking minds at this point ready to explode into their panties and nice pants. Emily struggled as she closed the curtain, and Calwiki and the girls ran off stage to the toilet. Emily said to Maxline, "You gggotta let us in now." Maxline nodded, in slight annoyance, and they went off. Emily knew she would pop in her pants soon if she didn't take care of business. She held her butt cheeks together as a sharp load of poop that would destroy her pantie and jeans painfully tried to slice out between her ass. She froze at the horror. The choir of girls stood behind a very desperate Lucy. Lucy had her hands under her skirt to plug up her pee hole that was ready to burst open and cover the floor in a yellow puddle. Behind a faster bouncing Jo, then Lily, Kelsey, Nikki, Tyra, and behind them all was Jennie. All the choir girls shuffled their legs and feet in place as they were only a few feet from relief. Ms. Calwiki stood at the back of the line in disbelief with her hands in her crotch and legs inwards as they wobbled. Calwiki said in a quiet, strained voice, "This...no...no no!" Maxline shook her head as her foot tapped and made clicks in the heels as her own discomfort started in her bladder. Emily pulled on Maxlines sleeve. "Dean! There's no way I can wait in that line. I'm going to explode. My stomach is going to burst open." Maxline ignored and went to unlock the bathroom. "Your instructor gets to go first." Calwiki was desperate. But she shook her head. "No. Let my girls go first. They worked hard for tonight." They all loved Calwiki. Right in that spot Lucy's legs shuffled faster and she bounced like a mad woman. Her boobs jiggled as her tits erected from the stress and sweat pointed out. "Oh I'm gonna pop let me through!" As she headed in she was pushed aside by Emily who had her body alarms going off. Red alert! Emergency! Emily was going to explode. The fear of humiliation was too much to think about. How could she return to work or school again? How could any of them as they all felt the same dilemma. But Maxline held Emily away since she was not first. Emily fought and the girls in line squirmed and bounced as their need for a release grew. Lucy was distracted and some old lady ran by all of them with her decades of entitlement and occupied the one toilet. They were all shocked. Outside the door Lucy was fighting with the handle. Emily was knocking hard. Lucy's jaw dropped as she crossed her legs for she felt her body was finally giving up. She yelled through the door, "Hurry up already!" Jamie yelled from the back, "Yeah we have to go back on soon." They heard the toilet flush, and it increased all their desperation a more even though they had to poop. The knowing of what their relief could sound like made them want to surrender in their panties and pants there. Nikki almost passed out from the pulsing pain. Lily bounced and cried actual tears. The door opened, but for Emily it was too late. It was happening now. She ran from everyone. She quickly in tiny steps went down the stairs. She moaned, "Ah, ah, an. EEEEE ah!" She slammed her body against the doors and went outside, unbuttoned her jeans, was behind the bushes and literally a second from release. BUT....lights flashed at her. She quickly stood up and buttoned her jeans, the load still inside. It was campus police. The cop, he said, "Ms. What are you doing?" Emily sweated. "Me?!? Um, um, uh, I, I was just looking for some glasses I lost out here before." Her legs crossed tight. She had no idea how she held in all this. She put her hands on her hips. Her belly literally felt like it would rip open at the skin and splatter everywhere. The cop gave her a suspicious look. Lucy did not make it inside. Jo pushed her aside and went in and let it all out, avoiding an embarrassing accident. Lucy's eyes watered and she bit her lip as she watched someone down the hall take a sip from the water fountain and saw the streaming foreshadow do panties death. Dean Maxline stood there impatient, her hands firmly in her pockets as she tapped her foot in the heel hard and legs tight together. Maxline saw they only had enough time for one more person to go. "Forget the line. I'll choose who gets to go before we go back on stage." The girls shook. She pointed at one of them as Lucy stood on the side ignored by Maxline. Maxline pointed at one of the choir girls. "You get to go next." But who was it? Emily was outside, legs crossed in her tight jeans, her private area swollen as well as her belly. Her gut had intense burning that made her scared she would explode any second. She was going to finally take a bathroom break in the bushes, but now the cop was watching her. "Miss, you seem a bit unwell or something," he said. Emily shook. She sweated bullets. "I-I'm...I'm fine sssir." She rubbed her back to relax her muscles. Her hips moving back and forth as slow as she could make them go. She said quietly, "I'm going to burst like a waterfall of diarrhea in my panties." That fear of humiliation made her heart race and lose breath with anxiety. "Were you going to go to the bathroom in that bush? You know there are cameras around here right? And that's also illegal." Emily had tears of agony fall from her eyes. She said, "NNNo I wasn't going-going to do that." She was dying inside. Inside, Maxline pointed at………………………………Kelsey. "You have a solo young lady. You need focus. Go now. Fast." After the door opened Kelsey ran in there and almost popped a mess in her panties. As the door shut Lucy tried to rush inside but the Dean placed her leg out to block the poor audience member. Lucy bounced as her legs crossed. She pulled on her face as the pulses of agony became too much. She decided she would go outside, there was no choice, a couple drops leaked out. "I'm not gonna make it! I'm not gotta make it! Oh, but I have to!" She burst through the doors outside and was confronted by the campus cop and Emily who also shook from her desperation. Lucy sweated as her legs shook and her jaw dropped. "Mamm are you okay?" The cop asked. Lucy said, "I'm fine I just...I" she struggled to keep her words and thoughts together. She stared in horror as the outside sprinklers went off. Drops flung in the air and splashed. Flares of pain went into Lucy. Lucy bent over her waist as the pain was unbearable like a watery flame pushing through her. She held herself up by the door. Emily bit her bottom lip and placed her hands against her crotch. Tears fell from Lucy's eyes. It was coming. She felt the warm glist flow along her private part and her panties feeling a wee bit warmer. "Miss maybe you need to see a doctor. I'll call for some fluids." The word fluids hurt her as it was water like. "No..." she said in a breathless voice. People started to walk back inside since intermission ended and a crowd was around her. A good half dozen stopped and stared at the struggling woman on the verge of bursting. She grew so scared and turned red as all these people might she her, a grown woman, wet herself. Emily herself had her legs crossed so tight the jeans showed her muscles. Her boiling belly was erupting as it came from the bottom of her shirt balloon belly. She cried, but held back tears as much as she could. "Take some water." Someone held out a water bottle to Lucy and the liquid inside flowed from bottom to top. Lucy squirmed and said, "Ahhhhh stop please!" Her muscles weakened, oh poor woman why did the dean have to lock up the bathroom. This woman was not even in the choir. The sprinklers still going, and she felt herself start to leak. Both of tears and the other thing. More people were focused on Lucy than Emily even though both squirmed cried and sweated desperation. They had to go SOOOOOO bad. Their panties doomed. "Please...stop. Let me...oh nnnno NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Then BOOOOOM! Lucys bladder burst, and a large stream of pee echoed out of her burning and swollen private area. "NooooOOOOOOO!" She cried bloody tears. Her panties filled and were soaked and fell off her a little as the hot stream stained in a puddle around her. Her body was a faucet and people covered their mouths as liters poured out of her. The poor woman was so red and cried. Her legs, feet, heels, skirt and panties ruined from wetness. People around town who knew her and she would pass by remembering this humiliation. "Ahhhho," she moaned from the pain. The embarrassment and disbelief caused a panic that made the poor woman faint in her own puddle of pee. Boy would she stink when she woke up. "I have to get back to work!" Emily shouted as the sight of someone else wetting made her body automatically start to give an alarm and urge to go to the bathroom…except her’s was much thicker and darker. She uncrossed her legs and ran back through the door and cried, knowing she was on the verge of a major, embarrassing accident. She might actually go to the bathroom in her jeans and panties. Her legs still tight at the private section as she squeezed her holes shut as they timer inside was about to go off. One hand tight against her crotch, one pushed against her ass. Inside the desperate choir headed back to stage, and Emily reached the door but it was locked. She pulled in the handle and pushed her foot against the wall to pull it open. Come on you! Please God! Don't let this happen to me! It wouldn't budge. Her toilet of relief was locked. Her legs squeezed together and one went up to her chest by the knee. Step by step she backed away and felt herself about to lose it. "Oh, ah, e e ah!" "Emily get back in here," Dean yelled. As the rest of the choir except for Jo and Kelsey squirmed on stage. Dean Maxline and Emily sat as they watched the choir perform. The voices for most sounded so off pitch. The girls were in great discomfort and desperation. Jo and Kelsey were fine cause they went, but Calwiki, the choir, Emily and even the Dean herself all desperate. Maxline had that huge coffee. She sat in her dark greenish gray pants and crossed her legs and shook them as they watched. She looked so disappointed. Her belly expanded out a few centimeters from the huge gallons of boiling liquids that wanted to erupt like a sunfire out of her body in the form of pee. "Embarrassing," Maxline said. She looked down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Poor Emily. Her legs were brought up to her chest and crossed tight. She was sweating like crazy and crying. Every second she felt like she would explode and she held off each time. But it would not last forever. "I...can't...hold....iiit anymore." She moaned. Lily leaped off stage in the middle of performing. She dashed but was blocked by Dean Maxline. Lily legs crossed and she bounced crying. Lily said, "Dean please I have to poop so bad!" She turned red from saying it. Oh the humiliation. "Back on stage now," Maxline demanded. Lily kept trying to run by but each time Maxline cut her off. Lily went back to stage and stood with her desperate choir mates. As bad as she felt everyone could tell poor Tyra and Emily were the ones about to burst. Tyra had her legs crossed, her butt cheeks going back and forth as she pulled on her hair. Her gut was on fire and she lost a couple drops already and could feel her poo squeezing out through her cheeks. After they finished, they had one last intermission. Emily got a head start and was just turning the corner to the bathroom. It was in sight and she lit with joy...but the choir dashed in front of her and danced desperately in line. Emily's eyes watered. She was going to crap in her new panties so much. "Dean hurry up!" Nikki who was first in line yelled. The Dean unlocked the door and Nikki ran inside. She made it. Next would be Tyra, then Lily, Jennie, Calwiki, and Emily last. Tyra was dancing with her legs crossed. "Oh...my...GGGod!" "Tyra can I cut in front?" Lily begged. Tyra said in a very sarcastic tone as she held her crotch and squirmed, "Oh sure, because I don't have to go or anything. I'm not about to have a total meltdown accident in my panties. It all evaporated into chocolate dust and I'm fine now." Nikki came out of the bathroom. Just as Tyra turned Lily went in and said "Thanks!" Tyra froze and jaw dropped as the door closed. She wrestled with the handle. "Open up! Open up! Oh, please I can't hold it anymore!" Tyra fell to the ground holding her stomach as it let out a loud growl that burned the inside of the girl. "Eeeeeee!" Jennie moaned in agony. Her butt and front part so swollen her fancy pants tightened on them. Her tan skin turned pale as she kept her legs tight together and heels shuffled in place. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God----eeerrrrrrrrrgh!” Calwiki had her legs crossed and as holding herself around her torso as she bounced. The poor conductor just bought her outfit. She looked at her boss Dean Maxline who stood from the side. Maxline looked concerned and her tall legs twitched at the knee. As her right leg curved over the other at the knee, it kicked back and her heel dangled off of her foot. Her hands against her crotch. Maxline was desperate. Her bladder felt full, hot, and hard to hold in. "Um, excuse me?" A woman questioned from behind. Her name was Alexandra, in a tight red, short dress. Enna, a blonde in a tight black shirt and dark blue dress pants. Then Kate, a tall blonde, who had on a dark blue dress with sleeves. The dress was short, a couple inches above her knees. Alexandra said as she and the other two squirmed. "This isn't the only bathroom is it? We've come here like three times and it's always locked." Maxline said, "Wait you three are the musical investors." "Yes, we had a lot to drink earlier and have been trying to get to a bathroom but it always locked." Kate crossed her legs and along with Enna squirmed up and down and said, "Ooohhh, I'm not gonna last much longer!" Alexandra said, "Maybe we should leave early. No way we can wait in that line and avoid accidents." "No!" Maxline said. She could not lose these investors. As Lily exited the bathroom looking relaxed Tyra was about to run in but Maxline grabbed her. "Please, go ahead of us. You're pretty much royalty here." Tyra's heart sank. "No way! I-"But Maxline turned her and held a hand on her mouth. "Please ladies, go ahead." Maxline felt she would burst any second as well. “Thank you,” said Alexandra as she took the bathroom for herself. "Oh nooooOOOOOO!" Tyra yelled. Her stomach had enough. Tyra tried to hold on longer, she did, but it was no use. Her asshole burned too much like spikes, and legs became numb and exhausted. She felt her stomach crack and break inside. She covered her mouth in humiliation as she felt her panties fill quickly with poop both solid and liquid. Not long after it leaked out under her pants. She squirmed and tried to stop, but her body pumped more and more, and everyone backed away as they saw the brown puddle form around her. Pieces inside it. She could not stop crying. She ran into the bathroom as Alexandra exited. Poor Tyra went to the bathroom in her pants in front of her friends, and these musical investing legends. She sat on the toilet, a mess, and cried. Occupying the one bathroom everyone outside so desperately needed. Jennie squirmed up and down holding her waist. "Dean Maxline," she cried. Maxline said, "You better hold it in." She kept her legs closed tight and hand at crotch and knocked on the door. "Tyra, get out here now!" Jennie ran. “Code red!!!!” She got out of sight and saw a garbage can in the hall. Jennie kicked off the top, pulled her pants down, and sat on the inside of the can as her private area burned as diarrhea and piss came out. Her belly deflated and she relaxed. Sucks for the next janitor though. “OOOOOoooaaaaa,” she said in a calm tone. That was close. But what would she wipe with? "What the?" Oh no, her butt was stuck in the garbage can. She could not pull herself out. The two other music investors squirmed as their bladders expanded. Oh, how humiliating for them as legends of this school it would be to wet themselves in public. Ms. Calwiki held herself up on the side of the wall and felt her stomach explode. She shut her legs tight as hell to hold it in. "Oh noooo!" Would she make it? Sweat poured off her like a waterfall. She did not know for a second, but then looked down and saw a similar black puddle of laxative-related poop burn out from under her pants. She turned so red and cried so hard tears ran down her cleavage. This was too much the intense humiliation almost made her heart stop. On her knees, stinky, a mess, and crying. Emily had no idea how she would survive as at that moment, she felt a large surge of pain come over her body. "AHHHHHHHH!" The pain was unbelievable. She heard cracks in her belly. She felt her skin stretch as her belly became round like she was pregnant with her poop gut. Having such a small body, the feeling of exploding poop was all in every piece of her body. Jennie pushed and pushed, but her butt from stuck in the garbage can. She was stuck, legs up, no pants on, and struggled to get out. Some of the audience had walked out to the vending machines and saw Jennie. "Oh no," she said with anxiety. The audience laughed and took pictures of the poor girl. Some of the cute football players for the school were part of that crowd. Even avoiding a humiliating accident she was the victim of humiliation in the end. She cried and covered her face. “Oh my why!” As she squirmed, she tipped over, garbage can still stuck on her ass, and she rolled on the ground without control, leaving a brown trail behind. Agony. How could she ever live this down? Tyra remained locked in the bathroom, her pants and panties ruined. She had filth all over, and she cried from feeling so embarrassed and like a failure. “Oh my God, how do I show my face out there again? I can’t even make it to my car without people seeing me in this mess!” Outside waited Dean Maxline who had her legs shuffling in place as she held her crotch tight. The tall blonde banged on the door to get Tyra out. Sweat of nervousness made her body shake. She was losing now too. Dean Maxline said, "Missie, get out now! There are other people very desperate." Then Maxline said in a low, scrunched up voice, "Me included." She could not speak as the discomfort was hard to control. Enna had her legs crossed and arms on her side, Kate rubbed her belly as her long legs shuffled. "Are there really no other bathrooms here in the building?" Kate asked in a grunted voice. Maxline started to sweat. Her nerves made her full bladder pains worse. Maxline said, "There is a custodian’s lavatory in his office. But I don't have the access for that." "Dean Maxline!" Emily squealed in agony. Her belly was so full it popped out under her shirt and showed her belly button on her pale white stomach. Her lips trembled and eyes watered as a major pulse of pain echoed from her belly through her whole body. "I'm going to have an accident!" Emily was the smallest out of all of them and in the worst pain. She had held it the longest as well. She already felt a couple warm drops in her panties. Some leaked. Enna ran to the bathroom door, her pants tight over her butt. Her pants tight over her swollen crotch as well. A drop shot out into her underwear and she felt it drizzle down her leg. Enna banged on the door like a madwoman. She said, "Missie let us in please! We can't have an accident, we're professionals and this will get around to everyone." "Oh...oh no," Kate cried. She held her crotch and legs tight. "Oh no, oh no, NOOOOOO! PLEASE NOOOO!" Her dress darkened all over instantly as her bladder popped and shot rivers of pee out. Streams leaked from the bottom of her dress and she covered her mouth and cried in humiliation. Dean Maxline couldn't stand seeing another person wet themselves. It caused her agony! She held her crotch with both hands and shook back and forth. Everyone else squirmed and bounced as they held themselves. Emily had her legs twisted together crossed, arms crossed on her stomach and chest. She bit her bottom lip as she felt herself moments from giving out. "Ah, ah, eee!" Enna yelled in terror. Her stomach hurt as if on fire as her exploded gut shot out loads of poop and pee that filled her pants fast and large. An accident, in front of her fellow legends. She couldn't contain the release of the load. "Ow, ow, oooowwwww!" Kate and Enna ran in humiliation. Emily bounced around in agony as two more brown squirts in her pants came out. A thin line could be seen on her jeans which became a bit damp from the sweat. She could not wait much longer. Dean Maxline’s bladder had felt like the size of Europe. It pulsed in a hot, sharp pain in every direction. It was hard to hold and focus. Then suddenly, that hot, sharp pain stretched out through her body. Up through the middle from her girlhood, both sides expanding out with the painful, loaded bladder. Her legs locked, feet shuffled side to side as she pulled on her hair in sweat and tears before holding her crotch. “Ahhhh! What…what is happening!” She thought and thought. Could it be that rare bladder infection? Where the bladder connects with all the body’s cells and if the bladder explodes…so does all of her. She called her doctor and asked what her blood test results showed. She heard the results and dropped the cell phone in terror. “No, no, no NOOOOOO! This can’t happen.” Panic rose for her life. Right before she knocked again as she and Emily were the only ones to remain, Tyra exited the bathroom with a white dress around her bottom. But they looked closer and saw the dress was made out of toilet paper. Tyra said, “I flushed my pants down the toilet. This was so humiliating. You’ve ruined my life.” She looked at the Dean as she said that. Then, turned to Emily. “And you!” She poked Emily’s huge belly over and over which caused explosions of pain in the poor girl. “You’re our stage worker. You’re supposed to make sure things like this don’t happen.” Emily cried. This was so unfair. “But that’s not.” Tyra left before she answered, and turned to the toilet. Emily and Dean Maxline, both about to burst, watched in horror as the toilet, clogged with Tyra’s pants, overflowed. Water poured over the top and flooded the floor, mixing with the messes of each woman who did not make it in time. Emily was in so much pain she tipped over. Dean Maxline could not believe this. Her bladder expanded more and more. Each huge pulse of agony ripped her body inside more. “This can’t be real!” she cried. She cried and shook unable to comprehend the drasticness of her situation. This couldn’t be the end of her…could it? She was going to pee in the first bush she found outside. She turned the corner at the same time the janitor had with his mop, and the end of the stick of the mop hit Dean Maxline right in the bladder. An arrow shot at a hot air balloon. That accidental poke sent a wave of fire like no other through Maxline that Hurt like hell as she was torn in two by the pressure of her bursting bladder. She tried yelling but she could not speak from her brain having fried, and like in the cartoons, BOOM! The janitor jumped back. He could not believe his eyes. All that remained of Dean Maxline was her ripped up clothes and a large yellow puddle. She was gone. The janitor mopped up the mess. Emily could not take much more. Hell, she could not take it anymore. Her jeans sliced into her bloated, poop-filled belly which felt like a load of fire that also wanted to shoot out of her ass. She made little farts every few minutes. The pain was constant just like the fear of humiliation. She was on the ground on her side shaking as the pain bubbled inside her. Her legs crossed tight like a twister. Butt cheeks tight, but became number and she sweat so much from the holding after so long and stress that it made her shirt and pants tighter which made this worse and more uncomfortable. “Plea…please…” she begged the universe. “NN…not like this.” She crawled on her side while she said this. Her heart raced at this impending accident. “Emily!” Jo, one of the lucky girls, said to her. She picked Emily up off the floor and said, “Where’s Dean Maxline? We need her to make the closing announcement to the audience.” Emily only shook. Unable to speak. “Well if she’s not here, it falls on you. Come on!” Emily shook her head. She was going nuts but could not speak. The pain caused her words to stop. She was going to have a graphic accident. This could not happen in front of every friend, classmate, and teacher. NO! Emily pulled and pulled but no use. Her strength all used up, and she knew she'd never make it now. She was tossed on stage barely grabbing herself. Lights shined on her, shaking uncontrollably and cried unable to believe this, or accept her faith. she was letting it out slowly in her pants without control right before the audience, frozen in fear and unable to move from the pain. As a little fart escaped, people turned to another scream and saw Jennie roll in the garbage can on stage, flipped up and Emily’s eyes widened in terror. Jennie without control rolled and smacked into poor Emily hitting her belly. That little fart immediately erupted into a loud explosion as Emily’s watery, dark bowels graphically exploded out of her body. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she yelled in the agony of embarrassment and pain from her asshole burning. Her jeans became flooded, and her legs felt like crust as her jeans expanded off her and ripped in some spots. Her jeans went from tight blue to bloated brown layers of sewage. Her panties from a light color and clean to becoming dark and stinky and now sticky and stuck to her ass. She will have to peel it off later. Poop even shot upwards and covered Emily’s upper half as well as some of her face and hair. As she fell her bowels, so close to having been held in long enough to at least avoid this, went over the walls of the stage, the floor, and even hit some people in the front row. Namely the university president’s wife. As this happened, those two minutes of Emily unable to crawl away, covered in her own brown and black sewage-like poop was unable to comprehend. She laid on her now deflated and thin belly crying so loud and unable to stop. The most embarrassing accident a college girl could have. The remaining poop spurted in a small fountain coming out of her ass like one of those fountains in a chocolate factory (ewww). “Oh…oh my…WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!” Emily cried. The audience booed, gasped in horror, and the choir girls left, unable to think of what to do as the stage looked like someone splattered multiple pots of bean soup and chilli everywhere. How did all of that even fit in that little twenty-something year old girl who did not deserve this. Two days later, over the weekend, Emily laid in her bed at home crying. Her belly still in pain from the traumatic experience, but was told by a doctor she should be fine with a light diet for a couple weeks. She was in blue pajama shirt and pants, and yellow socks with unicorns on them. She brushed her short black hair out of her eyes unable to stop crying. What happened had been all over the news. In fact, Emily’s accident was so embarrassing that it not only caused her intense butterflies and chills of humiliation, she was too embarrassed to walk out in public. Her accident was so huge and humiliating the other people who had them that night were not even mentioned. She needed comfort. Emily called her boyfriend. No one answered. She tried her friends from school. No one answered. “What the?” what was going on? Emily looked online and was shocked to see her boyfriend and friends all defriended her form social media accounts. She was even a trending hashtag called the PoopGirl. She shook, cried, unable to comprehend the abandon from them, cause of wanting to over humiliation by hanging out with her. She even got an email from her college. She had been removed from their attendance, in other words EXPELLED! That accident humiliated the school as well. And some of her bowels landed on the university's presidents wife. They made it all on her. It was Dean Maxline’s fault but she was still missing. No boyfriend, no friends, and no school…she would have to change her name and hair color to have a new life. She put hands over her face. “Why, why, why, why WHY!” Punched her pillow, and laid in her misery. But maybe one day, it would be better. THE END.
  18. In Greek, desperation Worth it! PS: can anyone translate the last lines
  19. Does anybody know of any good Star Wars fanfics? I like star wars a lot, and there arent many star wars omo fanfics out there.
  20. This is a time-crunch rewrite. Hope it's good. No omorashi yet, just intro. But it's coming. Aim for the bucke... err, enjoy! "Well, I suppose I could..." Rick's hopes rose high, but Ashley wasn't done yet. "...but I don't think It would work out. I mean, it would be really awkward with me paying for everything, and having to go there really early so you had time to catch up on your undersized bycicle. And plus, I kinda have some important stuff I needed to do anyway. Like, there's this dumb TV show that only comes on on Friday night, and I'd have to miss it if I went out with you." She slipped on her backpack. "So, really sorry about that." She turned and walked away. Rick couldn't help admiring her figure as she strode off. Her silky and long blonde hair trailing in the air behind her, slick bell-bottom jeans, and the way she had held perfectly realistic tones through the entire sarcasm was just flat out impressive. but then the pain started to hit. Thankfully he hadn't put too much emotional money on the table. He had shot high on a whim, and gone belly skidding into the mud. He only wondered how Matt was doing on his side of the dare with Ashley's best friend, Rebecca. But given that Ashley's beauty had only been skin deep, he went ahead and checked his funds for their hard-times favorite at the all-night pizza parlor.
  21. I think the episode was “Sibling Rivalry “ and it started with Carl and Hoodsie dropping plants down the school toilets which once in the septic tank mutated and exploded out of the ground. NEXT we see Carl and Hoodsie in class being lectured by their teacher and she says, “our plumbing is ruined, you’ve clogged our toilets. And your poor classmates are suffering from extreme discomfort “ then shows that he rest of the class moaning painfully holding their bladders. I was a kid when that came out and it’s a cartoon. I got to say even though that time I then started to like omorashi, not knowing what it was, I felt bad for those cartoon kids. I mean could they really keep the school open when it has no toilets?
  22. I have always had this story idea but never seen anybody write about it. I have no talent as a writer so I wanted to ask the community if anybody was up for a story challenge. Heres the basic outline... "A story were a girl (girl from a TV show or authors own creation, authors choice) is invited to go on her boy friends boat. She agrees on the condition that she can make it a double date. She invites her best friend and her best friends boy friend to the boat with her. The day of the date the four get on the boyfriends boat and head out on the sea to fish, tan, relax, ect. The boat it self is big enough to accommodate them but lacks a bathroom. All four know if you need to urinate you just wade in the water and go but the girls stomach begins to hurt once their far from the harbor. She desperately tries to hold, what she now knows is diarrhea, with her best friend catching on to her struggle and trying to convince the two guys to turn back to the harbor using various excuse's and lies trying to convince them but to no avail. Finally after a hour of battling with her bowels, she cant hold it anymore and being unable to lift her legs, without accident, to get on the step latter so she can jump into the water, she sits on the side of the boat and pulling to the side/pulling down her pants/swimsuit (Authors choice on what she's wearing)has loud, violent, and gassy diarrhea off the side of the boat. I would really appreciate it if someone made a story out of this, I have always wanted to see a story about this and also dont be afraid to change it a little bit, maybe even get the girls friend some diarrhea problems herself I just ask that the girl be embarased and desperate. Thanks again.
  23. ~This fiction is a derivative work of Touhou Project~ ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Wake up. Everything is... white... You find yourself laying down face-first into a pile of snow. Everything feels cold... Your whole body is shivering... You've never experienced such a harsh winter in your life before! Yet... you don't know where you are exactly... The last thing you remember is going to a bar one night, getting piss-drunk, and passing out. In fact, you're pretty sure that's the last thing you did before waking up in the middle of nowhere. The fact that your face still feels extremely cold isn't helped by the fact that you're pretty much having the worst hangover ever. So now that you're out here, what should you do first? A). Assess your identity (Describe what our character should be. Design winner will be determined by dice-roll.) or B). Assess the situation and see where we are.
  24. I've recently been feeling like writing again! Apologies for having abandoned my previous story about a certain bladder sprite. So here's my newest original fiction story, which will still probably be split into 'chapters'. I'm still keeping with the fantasy genre this time, but instead of cheeky sprites, you get demons and witches, and yet another begrudging relationship which seems to be a trope I enjoy. --- The streets of the world of demons were filled to the brim with the busy greedy people that inhabited it. With skins in various shades of reds, purples, and grays, feathered and fleshy wings, curled horns of various lengths, and pointed tails, the demons were certainly an unusual folk. The entire town road was lined with buildings made of brimstone bricks, and the vast majority of them were places of leisure - casinos full of gamblers, spas with magma baths and hot coal treatment, restaurants offering human flesh in a million different varieties, bars serving drinks hotter than fires, brothels where the succubi and incubi gave their sort of service to the others, and a few places that were pleasurable for devils moreso than to human readers, and are best left undescribed. Not a single citizen had to work, for their money was obtained from the souls of the damned that had no use for their worldly wealth anymore. Within one of the casinos, a crowd had gathered around a poker table, and whilst the majority of the devils there were townspeople, there was a particular guest of honor that had captured a few staring eyes. A girl sitting at the far end of the table was adorned in plenty of gold and silver and gemstones, with silken finery and leather sandals. But that wasn't the most unusual thing about her. Her skin was no common red or maroon, but a shiny jet-black, the color of soot. The webbing in her small wings and the color her irises were both highlighted in a royal violet, and these features, coupled with her outfit, made her easily identifiable as royalty. For she was Selehpot Sihpem, and anybody hearing her surname would know that she was the daughter of the Unholy One, the lord of the demonic realm, the most powerful black sorcerer currently in existence, and she was as respectable as her father, partly because of her nobility, partly because of her exotic and beautiful appearance, and partly because she was winning the game by far at the moment. This particularly astounded her fellow players, because this delicate-looking princess, with her fine wings, skinny figure and less-than-average stature, was evidently one of the best poker players Big Temohpab's Casino had ever seen. But unbeknownst to her fellows, she possessed some abilities that even they didn't, including a mystical charm that made them all so dumbfounded at her appearance that they didn't notice when she gazed around at all of their hands. She was a selfish free spirit, who had little respect for others, and simply loved winning, living in her luxuries, and the power and respect her position offered her. In fact, had anybody tried to raise her like a human, they would have found that even UK reality TV parenting specialist Supernanny couldn't handle a brat like that. But her father had ignored her for the better part of her childhood, and now, at sixteen, she was almost of age and almost ready to cast a hand into the ruling of the demonic plane. For now, however, she spent most of her days basking in the praise of the townspeople and wasting the dead's money on her simple pleasures. In fact, Selehpot had a bit of a hard time bringing herself away from these pleasures. She was royalty, and thus it wasn't often that she had to give anything up. But unfortunately, her own body put restrictions in place. Right now, her bladder seemed rather unhappy at her for consuming three glasses of Big T's Brimstone Brandy and then proceeding to play card games for two and a half hours. So reluctantly, she left the table after winning yet another round, and made her way to the bathrooms in the back of the place. Entering the single-stall bathroom, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror, and ever the vain type, she admired her ashen skin, as unblemished, dark, and lacking any visible hue as always, and her similarly colored hair, which was practically as silken as her clothes. Then, sighing, she reached down to pull down her silken skirt, which was as light and cool as the wind, and then immediately gasped and hiked it back up, for the state of the toilet was... well, let's just say that drunken demons aren't the most.... clean... people in the underworld. There was no way she could use this, not a chance. So frustrated, she stormed out of the room. A princess shouldn't have to be exposed to something like that. Her bladder was still filling by the minute, although at the moment, it was tolerable, and she could certainly move without even so much as having to grab herself. In fact, she figured that it really wouldn't be too hard to sit and play more poker for an hour. But she also wanted another herbal bath today, and another massage from that maidservant Natas, so she decided it was best to just return to the palace for now. The walk would only take ten minutes. The palace itself was situated in the centre of the town, made of obsidian and black stone, sitting atop a great rock and surrounded by a moat of magma. It was very intimidating, and the knowledge that she lived in it made Selehpot feel all warm inside. When eventually, she did get home, she breathed in the hot, hellish air (which was very refreshing for her kind), and made her way to her towers. There, in the luxurious chambers she changed out of her current outfit and donned a more casual home outfit, a black silken gown that was so thin it was translucent. In fact, with the heat, it might have been comfortable to just go around in the nude, but such a respectable person as herself would never do something like that. Then, finally ready to resolve herself of that annoying little problem in her lower abdomen, she wandered to her bathchambers, dismissed the servants who asked if she was ready for a bath, hiked her gown up to her waist and pulled her undergarments to her feet, and then she- -felt the room begin to shake. This, of course, was completely unexpected. Selehpot stood up, hurriedly pulling her clothes back on in confusion. She attempted to leave the bathroom to look out the window and see if the tower was collapsing or something like that, but found she couldn't move at all. This made her panic, and the princess started to shout for help. Her maids called back, but she had locked the door. She looked down, and to her horror, saw a magic circle about her feet. It began to spin and glow, and the servants' voices grew quieter and quieter, until they were a whisper and the room was only a faint memory, and she was soaring through a tunnel of shadows and lights, and she thought she was going to die, or worse, but it all ended rather suddenly when she felt herself fall onto a cold metal surface. She was too stunned to get up at first, so the first thing she heard was a voice. "Ah, excellent. A magnificent specimen." This prompted Selehpot to turn around, and gaze at the owner of the voice. It was a human, and a sorceress, judging by her ornately robes and hood. They were in a tower, it looked like, full of bookshelves and strange equipment and enchanted things - a wizard's home if she'd ever seen one. But probably the most prominent thing about the demon princess's new surroundings was that she was currently contained within a cage. Try as she might, none of her hellfire could melt it, her strong hands couldn't tear it, and she eventually started to swear at the mage in front of her, but that only prompted the woman to laugh. She was rather young, at least judging by her voice and shadowed face, although much of her appearance was obscured by her robes and cloak. "You're not going to escape that cage. And even if you did, you couldn't attack me or leave, because I summoned you. Like it or not, demon, you're my servant now, and you'll be doing whatever I tell you to do." This, of course, made Selehpot furious, and her curses grew worse and the rattling of the bars became louder. But the sorceress waved a hand, and the demon felt her entire body go limp, and she collapsed to the floor of the cage again. Standing up, she almost tried it again, but realized it would probably be a stupid idea. "I'm going to let you out, now." her captor said. "You wouldn't be of much use to me otherwise." Her voice sounded almost teasing, and it was infuriating. "I've got bookshelves that need dusting, and you should be able to reach them just fine with those wings of yours. The cage opened, and immediately, Selehpot flew at the sorceress, screaming, "Do you even know who I am, you peasant? I am the Unholy Heiress, Princess Selehpot Sihpem, and-", but didn't get any further than that before she was frozen in place and felt her voice break. "Completely under my control." reminded the mage. "Now. Bookshelves, my new servant. And make it quick, because I've got more work I don't really feel like doing!~" Selehpot stood up, and was at once reminded of that nagging little urge in her bladder as a small, tolerable wave of desperation hit her. "Can I at least-", she began to ask, but was interrupted. "We'll see how obedient you are first. I've no desire to endlessly torture you, so perhaps if you do what you're told, we can learn to be friends. After all, a familiar is a partner for life. And if I'm you're friend, I'll surely give you some privileges." She was definitely young. She didn't sound commanding like a superior, no. She sounded like a child enjoying a fun little game. In fact, Selehpot would go so far as to guess that their ages were similar. So that's how it was to be, thought the dishonored princess as she picked up a feather duster, trying to ignore her full bladder. Her, a princess! A princess among demons! And now, a silly witch's familiar, forced to work, and trying not to wet herself. How absolutely deplorable.
  25. Here is my first story for you: Lara grinned as she stepped onto the hot sand. The beach was crowded today, but she was able to spot a nice clearing fit enough for spreading a lounge chair and enjoying the sunlight. But she wasn't really here for the sun, or the ocean. She was here because the beach was the one place she hadn't wet herself since she arrived. The first three hours after her arrival were spent christening her friend Kiki's beach house she had rented for the week. Kiki had explained, with a little bit of reluctance, that she and her mother were very "free" about where they used the restroom. Since it was their beach house and they could afford to replace anything that was ruined, they went whenever they felt the need. All Kiki asked was that Lara clean after herself and wash all soiled linens. The idea intrigued Lara more than she expected and once she turned the key and opened the front door of the beach house, the butterflies in her stomach began to flutter. She had felt the need to pee for about an hour and knew she would not be able to hold on much longer. As she closed the door behind her, she spotted the bathroom across the room and to the left. As if the sight flipped some sort of switch in her body, she felt a wave of pressure in her bladder and she had to grab herself to keep from exploding right there in the doorway. The room she was standing in had a long leather couch, two soft-cushioned chairs, a big television, and a long coffee table with a vase of bright flowers and a fancy looking jar of seashells and sand. Lara only had a few seconds to admire these things, though, as her bladder pulsed with another wave of pressure. She gasped as a small trickle dampened her panties. "Oh, shit," she mumbled. She caught sight of the bathroom again and her body seemed to be begging her to run there, relieve the pressure. Oddly, she did not move. Kiki's words kept repeating in her mind: "You can pee wherever you want. Just go." Another wave of pressure caused a bigger trickle escape. Now she could feel the wetness on her fingers as they touched the crotch of her shorts. "Oh, my God, I've got to pee so bad." "Just go" she heard again. "Mmm. I can't hold it. Oh." Deciding to take Kiki's advice, she scanned the room to find the best place to relieve her bladder. Since she was not used to peeing anywhere other than the bathroom (and occasionally the pool), she thought it might be easier if she sat down somewhere and maybe pretended she were on the toilet. Unable to resist, Lara darted to the nearest chair, yanking her jean shorts and panties down as she did so. She immediately fell in love with the feeling of the soft cushions against her naked bottom and vagina. The pressure was agonizing now as she spread her legs and released the hold on her bladder. Nothing. The pressure continued and Lara felt as if she should be exploding right now, spraying her pee everywhere. Still nothing. The soreness in her abdomen was really uncomfortable as she sat there, waiting for something to happen. She knew, of course, that if she were on a toilet, she would be peeing right now, feeling the pressure subside. Instead, she was sitting naked on a lounge chair in her best friend's beach house, waiting in pain to soak the cushion under her. Lara closed her eyes. "Just pee." Kiki's voice was clear in her mind, a delightful and delicious invitation. Lara imagined that she were sitting on a nice warm toilet seat, her legs spread, ready to spray the porcelain inside with her warm pee. Something was happening. Finally. It began as a warm trickle that could barely be felt falling to her vagina. Then, the floodgates opened and she sighed as the cushion beneath her became warm and wet. "Oh God. Oh, I can't stop it. Mmm." Her pee came out hard and fast and she could feel it splashing against the cushion and all over her legs. As she opened her eyes, she pushed harder and grinned as the stream of pee gained strength and sprayed uncontrollably to the hardwood floor. Some of it splashed against her feet but she didn't care. This went on for almost a minute and when she finally finished, she was panting as she stared proudly at the puddle she had made on the floor.
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