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  1. I am going to continue my recent spate of publishing stories I have saved over the years and reworked. This was a real favourite and again, I am pretty sure it was originally posted on Experience Project. I have weaved some of my desperation magic over it, but this isnlt far off the original, that was posted as an experience, and I absolutely love it! I set my alarm for 7am to give me time to get ready as I was popping into work to finish up some paperwork but needed to be back for lunch with the family at 2pm. For some unknown reason my alarm decided not to go off so I woke at almost 8am in a panic, I leapt out of bed, quickly showered, pulled on my bra and knickers, tights and a tight pencil skirt and white blouse. I was meeting my boss at work briefly so opted for high heels instead of my daily work wear flats. As I pulled on my coat and grabbed my car keys I realised my bladder was full and I had neglected my morning pee, but work was only 40 mins away, maybe even less with the quiet Sunday roads so I opted to wait until I arrived instead of making myself even later. I grabbed my tablets and a bottle of water, throwing my tablets down my neck and swallowing down the whole litre bottle of water, wow I was thirsty! I rushed out to the car and jumped in, taking out my phone to quickly ring my boss to inform him I was on my way. I placed my key in the ignition and the car spluttered and coughed, I tried again and again but to no avail... It just would not start! What a superb day I was having! I left the car and decided to catch the bus to the train station; I waited almost 15 minutes for the bus, forgetting it was Sunday so everything was limited service. I needed to pee and was already regretting not spending 5 minutes relieving myself before leaving the house, I was also regretting the high heels as my feet were already sore from standing up. Eventually the bus arrived and I took a seat for the 15 minute journey to the train station. I was right and there was very little traffic so it took no time at all to arrive at the train station, I ran off the bus and into the ticket office, only to find that there was nobody there, so I rushed down to the platform. The ticket machine there was not working either, so I decided to buy my ticket on the train instead. There was only one bench at the station and someone had been sick all over it so I stood up. This was the curse of Sunday morning travel I suppose! I paced up and down the platform trying to keep warm and take my mind off my need to pee. I was starting to feel a bit bursting now, but knew as soon as I went upstairs to use the toilet the train would inevitably arrive. Half an hour passed and still no train, I was cold, desperate to pee and my feet hurt, I decided that it would be nice to sit down even for a minute on the loo and relieve my bursting bladder. I walked back up the long ramp to the ticket office and approached the toilet, it was locked “Please obtain keys from ticket booth” read the sign on the door... It was closed, the station appeared abandoned! I looked around, bobbing up and down as I did, trying to find some relief from my now aching bladder. As I searched for a member of staff I noticed a sign lying flat on the floor in front of an empty easel, I picked it up and re-instated it. “Due to repairs no trains will be running today, a railway replacement bus is available every hour on the hour from the front of the station” I growled in frustration and exited, glancing at my watch as I did so, 20 minutes more to wait. I decided to walk to the bus stop to see when the next bus to town was, I had just missed one so had half an hour to wait, and I decided the railway replacement bus was a better solution so walked the 5 minutes back to the station. I hadn’t planned on so much walking in my heels and my feet were extremely sore, I slipped my shoes off one by one and placed my feet on the cold flagstones, it was bliss for my aching toes but agony on my bladder, which spasmed as the cold moved through my body. I slipped my shoes back on and winced, positioning myself behind a wall to hide from the icy cold wind, I found I was not overlooked so tried to place my hand into my crotch to give myself some very much needed relief from my now aching lips, to my dismay my skirt was too tight so I couldn’t get near it without hiking up my skirt, which I could not do in broad daylight for fear of being discovered. Eventually the coach turned up, about 5 minutes late but still, it was here and best of all it was a coach meaning it would no doubt have a toilet on board. The doors opened and a wave of heat hit me, I hobbled up the steps keen to take the weight off my feet, I smiled at the driver and turned to face the coach... It was packed! I found a seat next to a very smart looking man, I longed to run straight to the back and throw myself down onto the toilet bowl but didn’t want everyone to know how desperate I was so decided to sit for a while then make a casual stroll there after ten minutes or so. I tried hard to sit still but I was desperate for a wee, so I couldn’t help fidgeting. I bobbed my leg up and down uncontrollably and decided that I couldn’t wait much longer. I was still trying to exude a calm exterior, so decided I’d wait until the next station then get up to pee. “I bet you’re freezing” came a voice next to me, “I’m sorry?” I blurted startled, “I can feel you shivering against my leg, would you like to swap seats the heater is burning my ankle here” I was confused, I didn’t think I was shivering, then I realised, the bobbing of my leg must have felt like shivering to him. I smiled and thanked him; my feet were absolutely frozen so I decided to take him up on his offer. I stood up and let him out before sliding back into his warm seat, I slipped off my shoes and placed my feet in front of the heater, bliss! I wriggled my toes and breathed a sigh of relief as the feeling returned to them, once they were nicely warmed I realised my error... Now that I was sat by the window I had no choice but to wait until my companion got off before using the bathroom, as I couldn’t possibly disturb him again. The waistband of my tight skirt was digging into my bulging bladder, I tried to pull it away but couldn’t even get my thumb down into the top of it so opted to suffer, and suffer I was! I looked at my watch, 10:15am; my God I was so late... I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my boss saying I would meet him tomorrow instead as I was running extremely late, he quickly replied that this was ok. I was soon boiling hot, I shuffled around trying to remove my coat in my limited space without disturbing the person next to me. I managed it but had jolted my bladder in the process and was bursting for the loo now, I contemplated asking my neighbour to excuse me but decided against it, another 5 minutes passed though and I thought I was on the verge of wetting myself, it was either ask him or soak him when the floodgates burst, I opted for the former... “Excuse me, could I get past you to use the toilet please?” I asked, turning towards him desperate to get out, “I would say yes, but I fear it would be a waste of time, there’s no toilet on this coach” he replied “A woman asked the driver earlier if there was one and he replied that there was not, she is sat at the front there” he pointed at a blonde haired lady a few seats in front of us, “I could ask the driver to stop at a petrol station or similar if you like, I’m sure she would be glad of the option of relief?”. I took a moment to consider. “Oh no, I’m not that desperate” I lied, “That poor lady must have been in order to ask the driver, I’m surprised he hasn’t stopped already if he knows she needs the toilet”, “Well yes, that was over 45 minutes ago she must be ready to explode as she appeared desperate when she asked, crossing her legs and holding on to the seat”, I was concerned by part of his sentence, “How long have you been on this coach then?” I enquired, “The entire train line is normally only just over an hour from start to finish and we’re miles from our destination” I continued. “Well this coach is replacing 3 different trains, which is why it is so packed, so we’re stopping at all stations from all three routes, I’m going a few stops from the end and the driver said it would take almost three hours as we have so many stops and are crossing most of the county”. I tried not to panic, “Oh, how long have you been on here then?” I repeated, keen to be able to work out how much longer I would be captive on the coach and crucially how much longer I would have to try and hold in my pee. As I awaited his answer I glanced out of the window and realised I had no idea where we were. “Erm, let me see...” he looked at his watch “I’ve been on here for about an hour and a half, no almost 2 hours, so there’s about an hour to go to my destination... Traffic permitting” he laughed. “Where are you going to?”, “I’m going to the end” I sighed, “Better make myself comfortable”. He laughed, “Well I guess that’ll be about another 15 minutes to half an hour after I get off, the next stop is a main junction so I think a lot of people will get off, I’ll leave you alone and find a seat of my own when one comes available!” I thanked him and went back to staring out of the window, my bladder was throbbing, by now I was so full it was beginning to hurt, I didn’t think I could hold it for another hour or more but knew I had no choice but to try, I had no idea where I was so there was no use getting off to search for a loo. I rubbed my hand over my tummy, my bladder had swollen and was filling my skirt, being compressed by the fabric and with my waistband digging deep into the top of my bladder all the liquid was being pushed downwards, I tried to push my skirt down discreetly but it was so tight there was no way. I was beyond uncomfortable and kept squeezing my lips tightly, it hurt with every squeeze but the few seconds afterwards as the pain subsided felt like utter bliss. I kept repeating this, as well as pressing my pee hole down into the seat to try and massage it... I was deep in thought, miles away, lost in my desperation when the bus hit a kerb and jolted hard many people gasped with the shock; it woke some people up... I gasped as I felt a huge spurt of pee escape. I instantly sat bolt upright and clamped my thighs together, clenched my bum cheeks and squeezed with all my might, I could still feel pee leaking out; dribbling through my tightly clamped muscles, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, breathing slowly and as deeply as I could manage trying to regain control, I rubbed my warm hand over my spasming bladder gently trying to calm it... “Mmmm” I felt a groan escape as I fought to stop the dribble becoming a full scale flood. “Are you ok, do you need me to ask the driver to stop for you?” the man next to me asked, I opened my eyes somewhat startled by his question, I tried to look relaxed before replying “Oh... Erm, no, no, honestly it’s fine I was just startled” I laughed nervously and continued to rub my bladder, I was back in control but it was hurting now. The coach stopped and sure enough most people got up and got off, a couple of people got on but the coach was almost empty, the blonde lady was still sat a couple of seats in front of us. “Do you still need the toilet? Sorry, stupid question of course you do” his voice penetrated my thoughts once again, “There’s a toilet in the petrol station across the road I could ask the driver if he would mind waiting?” Before I had chance to reply the blond lady turned around “Would you mind? I’m not sure I can hold on much longer I don’t know about you?” she turned her attention to me, “I’m okay” I lied again “But I’d be more comfortable if I could use the loo”. Secretly I was DESPERATE, and hoped he asked the driver to wait as I was full to the brim and about to burst, thankfully he was a gentleman and so got up and made his way to the front, leaning in to the driver he talked quietly to him, they both glanced back at me and the blonde lady but to my dismay the driver shook his head and pointed to his watch. The coach started moving again and he walked back toward us, taking up a seat across the aisle from me, “I’m sorry ladies he’s running very behind so can’t stop, he said we’ll be at our destination in around half an hour”, “I can’t hold it that long, I really can’t” the blonde lady whimpered, “How about you?” she gestured toward me. “Oh I should be ok for half an hour” I lied again, she turned back around and I tried to get comfortable, I looked across at the gent who had been sat next to me, he was staring out of the window, I unbuttoned my waistband, it helped slightly but not enough, I unzipped the zip beneath it and rubbed at my bladder through my tights and knickers without the thick skirt fabric covering it... I pulled my coat over me and slid my hand down into my crotch, rubbing at my pee hole with my finger, pressing on it as I relaxed my aching muscles. It felt good, but not quite as good as it could, I slid my hand down inside my tights and rubbed myself over my knickers, I relaxed just enough to relieve my muscles. As I massaged I pulled up the bottom of my skirt with my free hand so my legs were free to move, all the time covered by my coat, I pulled my legs up onto the free seat next to me and placed my hand deep in my crotch to hold back the flood, I placed my head on the window and made myself as comfortable as possible. My bladder ached and throbbed, trying hard to push out the oceans of pee contained within it, I had worked out that the last time I relieved myself was after work at 6pm the previous day, it was now quarter past 11 in the morning, so I was holding over 17 hours worth of pee inside my bulging bladder. And what a bulge it was, protruding painfully out of my abdomen it was almost too sore to touch, it was rock hard and heavy, and began to cramp, I rubbed my hand over it very gently trying to soothe the pain and ease the cramping. I was desperate for a pee and bounced my leg up and down, shuffling my bottom as I did. I watched the blonde lady, I could see her head bouncing up and down and could tell she was wiggling furiously in her seat; she would lose it soon I was sure. The bus jolted again and I felt another spurt escape, I gasped and felt something catch in my throat, I began to cough and felt myself wetting again. I clamped everything shut and coughed... The man who had been sitting next to me passed me a bottle of water, I drank from it but continued to cough so drank more and more, finally I stopped coughing and gulped down the remaining water without thinking, another half litre bottle, my throat was so sore and dry. My stomach was sloshing around when I nestled back into my seat and pulled my coat over me, my bladder was hurting from the increased pressure of my full stomach pressing down onto it. I pulled up my coat to cover my shoulder and placed my head on the window again, we were stopped at a station and more people got off, we seemed to sit there for an age and I felt my eyelids becoming heavy despite my desperate state, with my hand in my crotch I was deeply uncomfortable but was unlikely to lose it... I woke with a jolt as I was thrown forward on my seat, the driver sounded his horn, I was crippled with pain from my bursting bladder, and I gasped and groaned as I felt myself losing control. I sat up, remembering that I was virtually naked on my bottom half I pulled my coat over me I was peeing hard for about 3 or 4 seconds before I regained control. I could barely breathe, my stomach was no longer sloshing and my bladder was so full it was utter agony; I folded my arms over my stomach and bent forward, sobbing in pain. I was SO desperate for a wee and could think of nothing else, I placed my hand down my tights and rubbed at my pee hole as another spurt escaped, I was bursting and so desperate to let go. I hardly cared who saw as I bounced up and down, fanning my legs open and closed, I placed my other hand into my crotch but felt pee escaping through my fingers, I moved forward on the seat, using the front of the seat to press my pee hole! I could feel the seat was sodden beneath my bottom, but despite leaking so much I still felt desperate and very full. I looked around and was startled to find I was the only person on the coach, I pulled my skirt down and zipped it up as far as I could manage, straightening my skirt as I did so. I stood up and moved forward a seat, looking back at the large wet patch as I did so. It hurt to stand up; my bladder pushed down and caused me pain as the full weight of it succumbed to gravity. I stood for a few seconds though, crossing my legs and regaining full control of my bladder, when I felt better I sat back down again, remembering I had left my shoes in the seat behind, I stood up and went back to get them, being swayed from side to side with the motion of the coach as I did... It was 11:30am as I sat back down and I noticed we were finally close to my destination, I was thankful. I pulled my skirt up again and crossed my legs, pressing my hand into my crotch again as I did... It compressed my bladder to have my legs crossed so I uncrossed them, leaning forward in agony as my bladder cramped and pushed out another squirt. I was unbearably full and desperate to let go, my head hurt and I was tired and dizzy... I couldn’t sit still and could think of nothing other than releasing my very much needed pee into the toilet at the station. It was then that I heard a whimper... The sound of a woman sobbing and groaning, I looked around me then noticed a blonde ponytail hanging over the edge of the seat in front, I poked my head around and there was the blonde lady lying down on the seat, legs crossed tightly, her hand was passed beneath her bum and was pressing on her crotch from behind, I thought this was strange but perhaps in her position it helped more, she was rolling around in agony, twisting her bare feet around one another and curling her toes, I couldn’t see how swollen her tummy was as she too was beneath her coat but she was clearly completely desperate and about to lose it at any second, I doubted I had ever seen anyone so close to the edge. She let out a long groan as she buried her face in the seat... “Oooohhhhhh, Ahhhh, Oh God” she moaned, I moved to the seat opposite her and tapped her head. She glanced at me and immediately sat up looking embarrassed, “Oh” she gasped “I thought everyone had got off, sorry” she panted as she stopped pressing on her crotch and instead placed her hands under her knees and rocked back and forth looking at me leaning forward. I was sat perched on the edge of my seat, hand down the front of my skirt holding my pee hole with a pained expression on my face. Simply desperate to release as I rocked back and forth fanning my legs and rubbing my pee hole with my hand, pressing down to press my hand into the seat to apply more pressure! When she saw me she said “I can’t hold it any longer, I’m surprised I’ve managed this long with the baby lying on top of my bladder squashing it”, “Oh wow I hadn’t realised you were pregnant” I gasped through gritted teeth “Oohh, how far along are you?” I added, moaning in pain as an urge hit me. “9 months, I’m on my way to my parents house as I’m due to give birth in a few days and my husband is away, oh I’m wetting myself how embarrassing” she replied, she leant forward once again placing her hand beneath her bum, now I looked it was obvious that she was pregnant her bump was huge which explained why she was having to press her pee hole from behind. “I wish I could put my hand between my legs like you are but my bump’s just too huge, Oh I can’t hold it in it’s coming out I’m so sorry I can’t believe I’m wetting myself with just minutes to go after all these hours” “Sit on your heel” I ordered, “Curl your foot up beneath you and use your heel to press your wee hole shut” she looked at me but without hesitation did as I asked, adjusting herself and moaning in pain as she did so, she shook her head “It’s not working I can feel it about to come out” she panicked, “Ohhh, oh, Oh God, Oh that’s better, Oh it hurts but it’s better, at least I’m not wetting myself” she added as she visibly relaxed after getting her foot in the right position, “I need to go so bad I’m not even going to make it into the station” she said as she used both hands which were now free to pull her trousers away from her belly, “Ooh that helps too” she said rubbing her tummy, she pointed to her belly as she bit her lip, closer her eyes and winced in agony, a lone tear ran down her cheek as she continued to point and rub, I looked where she was pointing to see her belly moving and writhing around as the baby inside moved, she opened her eyes and shook her head as she looked at me. He’s not happy he’s got no room in there she panted as she held her tummy and rubbed it slowly, carefully breathing in and out in agony as she tried to remain in control. “I need to go, it’s not fair on him, I’ve been holding it in since about 8am... and it’s so painful, how are you doing?” she asked. “Much better than you, at least I haven’t got a baby pressing down!” I replied, arching my back and pressing my pee hole down into the seat as I wiggled my bum to hold on. She was leant forward cradling her tummy moaning and panting in pain, “I can’t tell whether I’m having a contraction or I just need a wee THAT bad that it’s hurting” she cried, looking at me with pleading eyes, “I’ve got to go seriously”. With that the coach came to a stop, I looked up to find we were at the end of our journey, I pushed my feet back into my shoes and stood up. My skirt almost fell to the floor as I remembered it was undone; I pulled it up and zipped it up half way. I grabbed the blonde lady by the arm and helped her to her feet, “Oh God” she cried and sat back down panting and groaning in pain. I waited until she felt better and helped her up again, holding her shoes in my other hand I helped her off the coach, she stopped and held onto the side of the coach with her legs crossed, the driver had parked against a wall meaning we were between the coach and a brick wall, he got off, closed the door and walked into the station leaving me with the lady. I was bursting for a wee, and desperate to run away and leave her but just couldn’t, she was unable to move and was in agony so I stayed with her. "Come on darling" I said, desperately, "we'll make it together, oh god, oooooooooh, ssssssss, oh, It hurts, oh god it hurts, i need a wee, I've held on for so long, please try and hurry" But she couldn't, as I turned around she was a picture of pure desperation, she was shaking like she was having a seizure, her hand frantically desperately working at her waistband. "Oh no" she wailed out loud, "oh no, I'm sorry" As I watched a heard an audible hiss from between her legs and saw a wet patch start to appear, then to my astonishment she pulled her trousers and knickers down and squatted down, a huge splash of pee hit the floor followed by a long stream of pee, she visibly relaxed once again and let out sounds of relief, I stood, legs tightly crossed and knee pulled up to try and hold back my own flood as I watched hers splash out of her. She had peed for about 30 or 40 seconds in sheer bliss, before opening her eyes and ;looking at me. “Oh that’s so much better, I couldn’t have held it any longer I’m so sorry” she said, scanning me, bent forward and bursting for a pee, steadying myself on the coach, “You should do the same” she added. "OK, I said, frantically working my pussy, trying to edge down my skirt, her flood had increased my own desperation, and I really couldn't hold on. "Will you please stand guard for me when you've finished, I've never done this before, but I don't think i could hold it till I got inside, oh god, I've never been this desperate for a wee in my entire life!" Relief was so close, and it was going to feel soooo good, "Oh god, please try to hurry" I moaned at her, still gushing at full force onto the bus station floor, "I can't wait any more." With that I started to try and pull down my tight skirt and knickers in one movement. They edged away from my bum, and bunched around my thighs as I started to drop into a squat. I was about to explode with an almighty torrent, when at that exact moment, a security man appeared from behind the bus, "What the hell he exclaimed, as I frantically shot back up to my feet, trying to cover my frantic pussy, as a quick squirt of wee escaped." The pregnant woman didn't even budge, her gusher tailing off into a much steadier stream. "I'm sorry" she said looking him in the eye, there was absolutely no way I could wait another second, it was a true emergency" the lake of pee she was squatting in the middle of confirmed her story, she must have been frantic, as her pee finally slowed to a trickle. She calmly stood up and pulled up her knickers saying "I'm 8 and half months pregnant, and that was a ridiculously long bus ride with no toilet facilities, I could sue you know, god it feels better now" "Sorry love", said the man, "I didn't realise you were pregnant, are you OK, you must have been bursting?" as he spoke I had both hand clenched into my naked pussy as another spurt of red hot frantic wee worked its way past my tightly clenched muscles. "OH fuck" I exclaimed, "Look, I'm really sorry, but its kinda an emergency for me too, I'm absolutely mortified to do this, but I''m gonna have to pop a squat here too" I let go of my desperate pussy and started to drop onto my haunches when he bellowed, "YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING YOUNG LADY, cover yourself at once" "Oh but please", I whimpered, so so desperate for relief I was willing to do absolutely anything, "please just turn a blind eye to it." "Certainly not" he retorted, it is a criminal offence, I've already seen too much, now cover yourself up at once, there is no chance I will be turning a blind eye, I will have you arrested if another drop of pee ends up on this forecourt, now hurry off and use the station lavs!" I pulled my skirts and knickers back up, checked that she was ok, and resigned myself to making it. that bastard would not win. I stood squirming for a second, I felt in some sort of control, and then I waddled off into the station, 11:45am... I had been holding my pee in for almost 18 hours and had been desperate for about 4 hours, I had peed loads into the bus seat but was still bursting at the seams and in agony, barely able to walk. I waddled slowly into the station, following the signs for the toilets. I approached the ticket barriers and a wall of inspectors, I began to search my bag before realising I never bought a ticket so was unable to get to the loos, I approached the ticket machine and punched in any destination, £2.30, I searched my purse but had no change whatsoever... I shoved my card into the machine and stood bouncing, dancing a furious pee dance as I waited for it to authorise. I rushed over to the ticket barrier doubled over in pain and desperation, I showed the man the ticket, “You want the barriers over the other side luv” he replied “No I just want the loo” I exclaimed, dancing in front of him “Well there’s loos over there too, just past the ticket windows and around the other side luv” I groaned as I tried to walk there, stopping every few steps to clench everything and hold in the flood, I was about to lose it but couldn’t move any faster, every step jolted my bursting bladder, so full now that I couldn’t touch it, even rubbing it hurt now, the skin was so highly sensitive and stretched, someone asked me for directions, I hurriedly blurted out the information that they wanted and wondered why they had asked me out of everyone! I was standing holding on to a pillar, legs firmly crossed and tense, everything clenched, I doubted I would make it any further, but then the pain subsided and I made a break for it. I reached the ticket barrier and showed my ticket, asking where the loos were at the same time, I headed straight for them and went to go through the turnstile, 11:55pm... OUCH! The turnstile wouldn’t move and crushed my bladder as I banged into it, I watched the woman next to me drop a coin into the turnstile and walk through, I had NO change whatsoever! I moved away and searched my handbag before going back to the barrier, “Please, I’m literally desperate for the toilet, can you let me in please” I begged, bouncing up and down, pee dancing, running on the spot and grabbing at my crotch, unable to get near it because of my tight skirt. I had left my shoes near the toilets to enable me to move faster so was dancing around in my tights, “I’m sorry you need to pay to get in there” “I know but I have no change, please it’s an emergency I’m going to wet myself” I begged again, he wasn’t about to let me in... I pushed past him and toward the cash point machines, pulling out my card as I approached, there was one person in front of me so I danced and hopped around whilst waiting, eventually they moved, I stood waiting for it to register my card, this took forever, then tapped in my PIN, which was incorrect, and again, INCORRECT, I tried to concentrate but was so desperate my brain was floating in pee I was sure of it, I selected cash and typed in £10. THIS MACHINE ONLY DISPENSES £20 NOTES came the message on screen, “For God’s sake” I yelled as I clenched everything in my power, holding my tummy still as I swayed from side to side trying not to wet myself, everyone was looking. PROCESSING... the screen said. I was about to explode by the time my £20 came out, now I just needed change, I spotted a newsagents so rushed in, picked up a bottle of water and went to pay, once again a Queue! I waited for the 4 people in front of me to pay, all the time bending over, doubling up, crossing and uncrossing my legs, dancing a pee dance and groaning in pain, my bladder was at bursting point and I could feel the pee right at my hole. I was about to wee myself, I eventually paid for my bottle of water and rushed back toward the toilets, rifling through my change as I arrived back at the ticket barrier, I flashed my ticket and rushed back to the toilets, studying the turnstile as I did. “Insert 50p coin to enter” I read out loud. I looked at my change, to my horror I had no 50p coin, just lots of 20p’s... I was about to burst into tears when a woman approached, “Excuse me do you have a 50p coin I can swap for change?” I enquired, I tried to stand still as she looked through her purse, and I noticed that she was crossing her legs as she looked, clearly desperate herself but I doubted she was topping my desperation level! I tapped my foot and crossed my legs as I stood there, desperately trying to hold on the last few moments but with relief so close it was increasingly difficult, it hurt to hold back and I doubled over as she continued to search, she stared at me, as In started a full blown pee dance infront of her. “I’m sorry I’m so desperate” I explained, she was about to give me the 50p when I added “I think it’s wrong that you have to pay to get into the loos anyway!” “Oh do you?” she asked, producing the magical 50 p which would finally allow me to pee!!" “Yes, and it must be a 50p coin, I’ve been holding this is for about 4 hours the last thing I needed was to be tantalisingly close but priced out, I had a purse full of change too, ooooooh god I need to pee!” I laughed, wincing and grabbing my tummy in pain as it jolted painfully with my giggle. “Oh well, I’m so sorry" she said, her face changing "but in that case I need this coin, I’m desperate too, I’m so sorry I hope you find one, maybe the Information desk would give you one” and with that she placed her coin in and entered the toilets. I tried to follow her but the turnstile locked and wouldn’t let me. I rushed over to the Information desk and begged for them to change my coins into a 50p piece, they opened the till and began to sort through coins, I tried to hold on but was so close to losing control now, I crossed my legs, bent forward and put my head on the desk, it took them forever, I had given them a £1 coin and they handed me back 5 20p pieces, I was in shock as I looked at them, “I need a 50p piece for the loos” I screamed, “Oh OK I’ll run and get you one -from the ticket office” the lady replied. I groaned and squatted down in front of the desk in agony, I was about to burst, “Aahhhh” I moaned, pushing my hand down the front of my skirt again I rubbed my pee hole as pee rushed right to the opening, I was about to wet myself when a chirpy voice said “Oh where’ve you gone, here’s your 50p” I grabbed it off her and tried to stand, thanking her as I did. I steadied myself on the counter before slowly and gingerly wondering over to the turnstiles again, I was exhausted, in agony and slightly delirious with the pain and sheer fullness. I rubbed my bladder and felt how rock hard it was, solid and ready to pop it was agony to touch and burning hot, it ached, just like my lips and thighs which were quivering with the effort of holding back so much for so long. I couldn’t wait to let go, I dropped my 50p into the turnstile and walked forward, the cold metal pressed on my swollen tummy as I did, it was almost too much to bear, I felt pee rush downwards and a wave of agony almost took my legs from under me... I held on to the walls as I walked into the huge white bathroom, it looked like heaven, a row of pure white stalls ahead of me. I groaned in desperation as I touched the first one and it was locked, pee began to leak from me and I pulled up my skirt over my hips and placed my hand into my crotch, the second, third, fourth and fifth stalls were locked too, excruciating sounds of frantic pee streams and moans of relief were all I could hear from within. I began to pee, it was pouring down my legs and I was panicking, I ran forward door after door was locked closed, the last cubicle opened and I ran toward it, pee streaming down my legs, I tore down my tights and knickers as I went not caring who saw me, I threw the door open, ran in, banged the lock across and threw myself down onto the seat... Wee burst out of me with startling force, I bent forward and doubled over, rubbing my tummy as my bladder relaxed, it was so painful I thought I would pass out, eventually the pain began to subside to a dull ache and I started to feel better, I was so glad to finally be empty that I began to cry. I sat back onto the toilet and panted, glad to be able to breathe again. I sat there for a few minutes before wiping myself and removing my soaking tights and knickers and putting them into the sanitary bin. I stood up and zipped up my skirt, slipping my feet back into my shoes I left the cubicle and headed for the sink to wash my hands. My bladder was painful and jolted as I walked, I placed my hands under the tap and became aware that I was subconsciously crossing my legs, surely this wasn’t possible... I dried my hands and went to walk out but sure enough I needed the loo again. I entered another cubicle and before I could unzip my skirt I felt as though I was about to wet myself, I sat down and pee poured from me once again, a good 30 seconds later I was still going strong! I decided not to bother with work so got a taxi outside the station, it was around a 40 minute journey via taxi to home so I relaxed and made myself comfortable, sure enough just ten minutes in I was uncomfortably full again and by the time we were ten mins from home I was holding myself under my coat and bouncing around in the back of the taxi. We hit traffic and I was frantic in desperation, I asked the driver if we could stop but he ignored me, I tried to hold on until I got home but it was unbearable, I was so full! I held on pretty well and paid the driver, he parked and let me out, I couldn’t move and was frozen to the spot in desperation, I waited until he was out of sight and fumbled in my bag and pockets for my keys, I rifled in my coat pocket and what should I find... a 50p piece! I could have relieved myself much sooner at the station without the going back and forth, saving myself some pain! I was struggling to find my keys so headed for the wall to empty my bag out, as I began to do so I heard a splash and felt my legs get wet, I was wetting myself! I couldn’t stop it so opened my legs as best as I could and let it out, pushing a little to gain relief quicker. Needless to say I was far too exhausted for dinner with the family so merely got my pyjamas on and went for a nap, waking up to a bursting bladder every half hour or so!
  2. Full disclosure here, this is NOT my story! It is one of my favourites though, and I have reworked parts of it to add to the desperation. The original was written by the fantastic Paul Tester. This post is in homage to the all time master, in no way is it an attempt at plagiarismPlease delete if this is not allowed. She was a bit of a misfit at her workplace, she'd only been there 6 months, but she knew she was out of place. At just 21 she was the youngest person in her office, and everyone was into rugby. It was very much a male dominated environment, and the 3 women who worked there all seemed very butch, rugby loving, beer drinking types. Lindsey was very much a girlie girl. She was 21, but she was young at heart, she loved Disney, rarely drank, had only ever had sex with one boy, and was, well, generally just a bit out of place. Lindsay was therefore flattered when one of the older men at work asked her to join a group of his friends going to the rugby match. The group consisted of 3 men, and the two other girls who were both in their late 20's. The other girls were Tracy, about 25, slim with dark hair and thick glasses, which spoiled her looks, and Belinda, well built, a blonde about 28. Both were casually dressed, Tracy in the tightest pair of jeans you could imagine, and Belinda in a denim mini-skirt, which was both short and tight. Lindsay had also gone for the casual look, not really having a clue what to wear to a rugby match. She wore jeans, not as tight as Tracy's with a sweater and anorak. As you might expect from a rugby crowd, they met in a pub for a few drinks before walking to the ground. Everyone drank pints of bitter, and it was just assumed that Lindsey would join in, the group were very welcoming, and were all happy to buy her drinks. Lindsay struggled to keep up with the other girls, she didn't really like the taste of the beer, and she was very unaccustomed to this volume of drink. It would be rude to order a glass of coke, or an alcopop as she normally would, so she tried to match them as best she could. She noticed that both Tracy and Belinda had no trouble with their drinks, Tracy drinking bitter like the men and Belinda drinking pints of lager. Lindsay though, was not only struggling to keep up with the rate the others were drinking, she was embarrassed to find she was needing to visit the loo about twice as often as anyone else. Even the other girls who were clearly as used to drinking beer as the men didn't seem to need to go nearly as much as she did. After her third visit one of the men made a rather crude remark about going to the toilets to finger herself, and whilst she blushed a deep shade of crimson, everyone else laughed at her. For the next hour Lindsay tried to make a deliberate effort not to go so often, but twice she had to hold on until she was literally bursting before she went. Before they set off for the Rugby ground, everyone, naturally, went to the loo, which was the first time Lindsay had been in the tiny pub loo with the other two ladies. There were only 2 cubicles, and the others beat her in. Again she was desperate to go, and, as the ladies room was so small, she could hear what was going on inside the cubicles. She could not help taking an interest; neither of the other girls had been to the loo for a long time and she had been wondering how they could drink so much and not need to pee, when Lindsay had drunk much less and was nearly bursting every 15 minutes. She had been about 20 minutes after Belinda last went, and Belinda had drank 2 pints since then, whilst Lyndsey had nursed about 3 quarters of one, and she was waiting outside almost frantic, whilst Belinda didn't show any need at all. Tracy started first, letting go of a short, but loud blast of pee, it sounded like she was letting a lot out very quickly, as if she had wanted to go very badly. Belinda, must have either been really desperate, or she had an enormous bladder, because she was peeing for ages, which was a comfort to Lindsay, maybe she had been bursting after all and just not showing it infront of the men? She went for far longer than Lindsay did when she got into a cubicle, and she had been wanting to go more than badly enough. After that, they all left and made off to go to the game. It was a cold, damp, day, and Lyndsay had no idea how far the ground was from the pub. They had not been walking long when Lindsay started to feel the need for a pee, nothing serious, but she would definitely have liked to go if there had been a chance. They were walking through suburbia though; endless, featureless streets of houses, and not the sort of place you would find a public loo. There was nothing she could do except wait and keep quiet and hope her need did not get any worse. In the back of her mind there was the nagging feeling that she had drunk a lot of beer and this would make her want to pee more than usual, so, she tried to press her legs together as she walked, and crossed them tightly whenever there was a chance to stop. They were not walking very fast, which was making her predicament even more uncomfortable, and the need to go increased remorselessly. She longed to find a loo. They were walking next to a river though, no sign of a pub or even better, a public loo, so there was nothing for it but to hang on. Lindsay was to having to make a real effort to hold herself back, and the beer was filling her up at a frighteningly fast rate. They'd only been walking for about 20 minutes before Lyndsay was bursting. She'd been needing to go every 15 minutes in the pub, but forcing herself to wait another 10 or so until she felt she couldn't wait any more. Frantically she was trying to think how far away the ground was. She didn't know the area very well, but she feared they were still miles away and she was starting to panic; they were walking faster now, so while she would get to the loos quicker, it was more strain to hold on until she did. A sudden urgency hit her, and she just had to stop and cross her legs or she might have wet myself. She pretended to have something her eye, fiddling with a tissue while keeping her legs tightly crossed. The spasm passed and she hurried to catch up with the others. Soon she was just as desperate again, and the effort of waiting was making it difficult to walk normally. She was mincing along with her legs pressed together and clenching myself shut as hard as she could. She was absolutely bursting and didn't know how long she could hold out like this. Five minutes later and again Lindsay had to make an excuse to stop, so she could cross her legs and ease the stress on her bladder. She was terrified, and had to set a herself a target, she discreetly pulled Tracy aside. "How far away are we now" she asked, trying to sound calm. "Oh not far love" chirped Tracy, "Just another 5 minutes or so." The news wasn't great, 5 minutes sounded like a lifetime in her current state, but it wasn't a disaster, she was 21 years old, she could hold her bladder for 5 minutes, no matter how bad her need. Soon though, Lindsay felt she was more desperate than she had ever been in her life. Walking along a path with a river on one side was a bad situation and to her great misery it was taking most of her strength to hold on, and she felt that if it got any worse, she might not be able to wait. Desperate, she had to do something, so she pushed her hands down into her anorak pockets, and tried to hold her crutch. The jacket was not quite long enough, and even stretching it to its limit, she could not reach far enough between her legs to have any real effect. However, it was better than nothing, so she staggered along like this until she saw one of the men staring at her, when she realised how peculiar this looked. Lindsay pulled her hands away and tried to walk normally again. Walking normally, or even walking in any way, was becoming more difficult as her bladder filled remorselessly. Lindsay had been simply bursting, absolutely dying for a wee before; that had been bad enough, but she could cope with that. All she had to do was to wait and they would soon be in the Rugby ground where there had to be loos. What she had never expected, because she was not used to drinking beer in the volume she had that day, was how quickly her bladder would fill. As the beer passed through her, her body demanded that she release the enormous volume of liquid she had drunk. Her bladder was throbbing, as it reached it's full capacity and demanded to be emptied. She was nearly going frantic, then she started to panic again, what if there were no toilets near the entrance, what if there was a queue? There was no way she could stand in a queue in her current state, she was beginning to think she just had to find somewhere for a wee because she might not be able to hold out until they got to the stadium. What had, just 2 minutes ago been a nagging, but bearable urge from her bladder, was becoming an insistent, urgent, demand to release the pressure building inside her. Pee! Pee! She had to pee! And very soon. She was going out of her mind, and decided there and then that she would make an excuse and pee at the first opportunity. A pub, a restaurant, a café, a shop. Even if there were no public facilities, she would run inside and beg. Even a house. At this stage she wasn't beyond banging on someone's front door and pleading with them to let her use their toilet. The need was becoming so intense and urgent that she began to doubt her ability to control it much longer, and wetting herself, could become an awful possibility. Poor Lindsay was reaching a frantic stage and all she wanted was to be able to sit down and cross her legs. Oh to be able to cross her legs so tightly that this terrible urgent need to pee became bearable. She wanted to press her hand between her legs and stop her pee from leaking out. Oh God, she wanted to go so badly she could hardly wait; she had to do something to help her bursting bladder before she lost control and committed the ultimate disgrace for a lady of her age: publicly wetting herself. It was a situation that Lindsay had no answer for, she desperately wanted to wee, but there was nowhere she could wee; so what choice did she have? Only to wait, to hold on, clench her bladder shut and keep all that pee inside of her. She did not have any choice; she had to make herself wait. Her bladder was bursting, absolutely bursting, worse than she could ever remember wanting to go before, but she was not used to drinking like she had that day, and she knew that drinking too much beer made you want to pee. And how she wanted to pee. She was desperate... desperate, her bladder throbbing with the pressure of pee inside demanding to be released. Struggling to hold her pee, she let out a gasp of "Oh God!" as the pressure in her bladder seemed to build and build to an unbearable level, which was taking all her strength to control. She told herself she had to wait, there was no loo she could use, so she had to hold on, but the pressure was almost too much for her to contain. If it got any worse, she thought, she would never be able to stop it, she would...wet herself? No! That was unthinkable, somehow she had to make herself hold on, something would happen, and somehow she would find a loo. There had to be one before the rugby ground, she just had to make herself wait until she got there. She tried to console herself with the thought that everyone else with her had drunk more, so how on earth were they managing to wait? Men, she knew, had better bladders than women, but how on earth Tracy and Belinda were waiting she had no idea! If they could wait though, then she had to as well. She had never, ever wanted to wee so badly, so desperately, in her life. Her bladder area was aching, throbbing where her jeans were pressing on it. She had not realised how tight her jeans were across her tummy, but now the waistband seemed to be cutting into her and causing her agony. Somehow she managed to wait until she could see the end of the canal path, but how far from where they were to the Stadium? She could see the floodlight towers, which seemed miles away. She asked Belinda now "How far to go?" meaning how far until she could go, and was told, "they were nearly there." Lindsay was hoping desperately that the entrance would be nearer and there might be the loo she so desperately wanted. In her desperate state she convinced herself that as soon as they got off this path there would be a public toilet, or a pub, or a shop. If not, this was becoming a nightmare, something she had never imagined happening to her. Lindsay was not used to drinking a lot of beer and had never been in such an awful situation before; wanting to pee so very, very badly and yet seemingly nowhere she could go. Women of her age did not get in this situation. When they wanted a loo, they waited until they found one. Simple, if they could not find a loo, they just waited until they found one. Where? There would be loos a plenty in the Rugby ground, she knew that, but it didn't seem possible she could get there, there had to be a pub outside the ground, just a few minutes nearer. If only there could be... Lindsay was reaching the limit of her ability to wait and she was afraid that every second it took her to get to a loo was going to be crucial. She tried to convince herself that she was going to be able to wait; if she could just hold on a bit longer she would get to a loo.... If... How on earth was she going to be able to walk far when she was absolutely desperate, frantic, almost on the brink of wetting herself? What on earth was she going to do if she couldn't manage to wait? She tried to summon up some more strength, and absolutely clenched her insides shut, gritting her teeth and telling herself that it was unthinkable to wet herself. By making some superhuman effort, she did not know how she managed it, but she staggered on. She somehow managed to walk another 100 yards before the need to wee became too much to bear any longer. She felt herself giving way, and almost as a reflex action, with a sob of despair, she was forced to grab at her crutch to control herself. That stopped her peeing, but drew attention to her plight. Quickly she pulled her hand away, she hoped, before anyone could see what she was doing. A woman of her age didn't walk about holding her crutch like a desperate child; she had to be capable of waiting until she got to a loo. But she really had reached the end of her tether, and no matter how hard she tried to stop it; it felt as if some pee was so close to leaking out into her knickers and jeans. Her jeans were tight between her legs, so if she did wet her knickers it would definitely show on her jeans. With a sob of despair and desperation, she tried with all her strength to stop herself, but she had gone past the point of no return, and she couldn't wait. She could feel a that little dribble of pee was leaking out down the inside of her legs. Poor Lindsay was horrified that she was wetting her knickers in public, and she had to stop herself. Somehow, she did not know, or care how she stopped it, she had to get control of herself again, and the only way she knew was to hold herself between the legs. Lindsay was almost in tears with the shame of what she was doing. Her pee felt as if it had escaped from her bladder, had reached the little opening between her legs and was going to soak into her jeans for everyone to see that she was wetting herself. She was clenching her bladder shut with all her strength, but it was not enough to contain her pee. The only possible way she could wait now, the only way to avoid the disgrace of a public jeans wetting was to press both hands between her legs. For a moment's panic she could only think of one thing: if she pressed hard enough surely she must be able to stop any pee leaking out. Poor Lindsay was mortified to have to behave in such a way, but the thought that she was on the brink of pissing herself forced her to take drastic action. She simply had to make herself wait! She could not pee in her jeans- she had to hold it! And how! She had never tried so hard to control her bladder, and had never wanted to pee so urgently in he life. Never since she had been a young girl had she been in the situation where she could not stop herself wetting her knickers, and she was pressing so hard between her legs it did not seem possible that any pee could leak out. But it was, or it felt as if it was about to leak out, and nothing she could do could stop her pee. She pressed with all her strength with both hands between her legs, thinking, or rather, hoping, she was pressing so hard it had to be impossible for anything to leak out. But the pressure in her bladder was enormous, worse than she had ever imagined possible and almost beyond her ability to contain. Belinda looked at her, "Lyndsay love, are you ok?" There was no time for acting anymore, she had to admit her need, "I erm, I need the little girls room" she stammered, like a bursting schoolgirl hoping someone would carry her to the toilet. "Oh is that all" said Belinda, "Don't worry hun, its literally just round this corner, we'll be running to the loo as soon as we arrive, we all need it babe", as they turned the corner though, Lyndsay almost burst into tears, There was an open carpark. No pub, no shop, no houses, and definitely no toilets. What was worse, was she could see the queue of people waiting to get into the ground, the line must have been about 70 people long. "Please" she stammered, "is there a toilet out here somewhere?". Belinda was either totally stupid, or just not grasping the gravity of the situation. "Oh no dear, don't be silly. Its horrible isn't it, I'm bursting too, just cross your legs a bit, the queue looks bad, but we'll be in the loos in about 10 minutes". This was, she thought afterwards, the worst moment in her life. She was frantic, absolutely frantic to pee, wanting to go so badly that it seemed as if nothing she could do could hold it back. This was a nightmare situation that she had never imagined would happen to her. She wanted to pee so badly she could not wait, but was going to pee in her pants! Wetting herself in public! She was a grown woman of 21, and grown women did not do things like that. They made themselves wait. She must! She had to make herself wait... and behave properly too. Women of her age did not hold between their legs like little girls wanting to go wee-wee. She tried to get herself under control by twisting her legs a tightly as she could and then, pulling her jeans up so they were pressing hard between her legs. That was almost as good as holding herself, in fact better because she was not actually holding her crutch, so she might not look such a fool. By making such an effort to wait, she did actually manage to stop the flood of pee that had been heading for her knickers. Pressing with all her strength between her legs had stopped the pee right on the brink, just before it came spurting out into her knickers and down her legs. She was twisting her legs together so tightly she could hardly think of it as something so simple as crossing her legs; no, she had to plait them, tie them in a knot, do something to help herself wait, all she could think about was to hold in the unbearable need to pee that was dominating her world. Her body was screaming at her to pee, to ease the unbearable pressure in her bladder before it exploded and she died of a burst bladder. At that moment Lindsay felt as if she had almost completely lost control of her bladder, and pee was almost leaking down her legs, but she had, had to fight it, fight to get herself under control. In absolute desperation, trying everything to hold back the seemingly irresistible need to pee, she twisted her legs so tightly she could not stand up, but went into a half crouch as she tried to twist her legs tighter together and press so hard between her legs that no pee could ever leak out. Nobody anywhere could have been in any doubt that she was absolutely desperately in need of a wee, and both Tracy and Belinda stared in horror as she contorted herself in an agony of absolute desperation. She started to cry, as her body started to shake. The pain was so intense, like nothing she'd ever felt before. This was the awful moment when Lindsay realised that she was not going to be able to contain herself any longer and that she was going to pee. "Oh God, NO!" she sobbed in despair as she felt her bladder spasm and try to force some pee out to ease the unbearable pressure. Lindsay simply could not press any harder between her legs; she was using both hands to hold herself and to try to contain the frantic need to pee that she had been fighting. Twisting her legs as tightly as she could, trying with all her strength to find some way of holding back the pee that was about to spurt into her knickers, she had to face the awful fact that thee was absolutely no way she was going to be able to hold back her pee until she reached the rugby ground and the loos there. All she could hope for was to be able to hold it for a few more seconds until she could pee anywhere, in the open, behind a bush if only she could find one, but really all she cared about was that she did not pee down her legs, wetting her knickers and jeans. "I'm sorry, I can't help it, I must have a wee, I can't wait any longer," she sobbed in despair as she scanned the area desperately for some cover, there was nothing, it was just an open car park. She ran off towards a parked car, the only thing to offer her any cover, but there was no way she was going to get there, every step she took caused a pang of intense pain, pee was starting to leak from her again. Red faced with the humiliation and the effort she was making to hold her pee, Lindsay was still sobbing, "I'm sorry, I can't wait, please excuse me, I'm desperate, I must go! " She struggled to undo her jeans, which seemed oh so tight, she needed both her hands to get them undone, and the pain was even more intense when she had to let go of crotch. She gasped as she tore them open and started to squat where she was, in full view of everyone. She had hardly managed to drag her knickers down to round her knees and start to crouch down when he bladder completely gave way and a torrent of pee poured out of her. Seeing the men were staring at her in amazement Lindsay burst into tears with the shame of what she was doing and could only cry "please don't look, I'm so sorry, I couldn't wait any longer." Then Belinda and Tracy overcame their surprise at her actions and moved to stand between Lindsay and the watching men, who turned away and pretended they had not been looking. Lindsay had never felt so ashamed in her life and she tried to crouch lower as if to hide herself. She had never squatted in public, even as a child, she was raised that girls just didn't do that. they waited as long as was necessary. A steady stream of wee was pouring out of her tortured body as her distended bladder emptied at last. She had been so desperate and so full of pee that she felt she would pee forever, despite her shame at going in such public a place. Even though she was trying to force her pee out as fast as she could, it seemed to Lindsay that she was crouching down, knickers round her knees, peeing for ever, and she gasped out loud. "Oh, I'm sorry, Never have I wanted to pee so badly, I don't know where it's all coming from" As soon as she was back under control she clenched herself closed and stood up "my poor bladder was absolutely bursting.' she cried Seeing how distressed Lindsay was a being forced to pee in the open, Belinda and Tracy were all sympathy as she pulled her knickers up and did up her jeans and let out a heartfelt sigh of "Oh! That's better." Still embarrassed, Lindsay tried to apologise to the men who were making a studious attempt to pretend they were not interested in her antics, but her red-faced mumblings only made the situation worse for all of them, and nobody was sorry when they reached he rugby ground. Lindsay took some comfort in finding that the ground entrance was further away than she had imagined and that she would never have possibly managed to hold her pee until she joined the queue, let alone reached a ladies' in there, although she still needed to go, and she could feel her bladder quickly refilling the space she had made in it. The queue to get in was agonisingly slow, and actually took over 15 minutes, by which point Lyndsay really, desperately needed to go again. She couldn't believe how fast her bladder as refilling. Once they were in the stadium, the other girls were heading straight for the loos, Tracy admitting that she was going to burst if she didn't pee soon. There was another queue in the Ladies' and Lindsay realised that even if by some superhuman effort she had actually managed to hold out until she was on the grounds, she would never have survived the agony of having to wait in that queue. The crowd in the loo just grew and grew, and she was bursting again when it was her turn, she surprised herself with the volume of pee she produced despite the enormous amount that she had already done in the carpark. To her intense shame she noted that her knickers were wet between her legs; either she had leaked in the last panic or was sweating from the effort of holding so much pee for so long. There were cans of beer to drink while watching the game, so, by half-time she was in such need of another wee, despite having her legs twisted together for much of the game, that she was almost wetting her knickers again. The steps in the grand-stand and the queue for the ladies' were too much for her over-worked bladder, and she had to hold between he legs as she walked to the ladies'. She had drunk far more than she was used to, and she was feeling quite drunk and totally unable to summon up the will-power needed to control her bladder, which had been hurting all the game she had been wanting to go so badly. She was horrified to feel the wetness in her knickers and on her jeans between her legs, but nothing showed and she did not have the disgrace of everyone seeing that she had wet herself a bit during the match, as well as having to pee by the path on the way to the grounds. Her humiliation at not being able to wait was made worse by overhearing Tracy and Belinda talking in the pub after the game; Tracy was saying, "I could not believe she was just squatting down and having a pee. She was showing everything and she didn't seem to care. I could never do that; I would have made myself wait somehow. I would rather die than have to pee with all the men seeing me like that, with my pants round my knees." "You're telling me, She must have a weak bladder or something," replied Belinda, "I know we had a lot to drink, we always do on rugby days; but that was no reason for behaving like that, I'm always 'breaking my neck' when we walk that way to the ground, but I have to wait, and so do you." "Oh god Belinda, I tell you what though, I nearly died having to watch her pee like that, when all I wanted was to let it go like she was. Talk about bursting! I was in agony, nearly pissing myself, watching her. It was a real tummy-buster in the queue for the ground, If the queue in the Ladies' had been much longer, I think I would have had to pee in a sink, I was seriously considering it." Hearing this, ad realising that she had not been the only lady bursting for a pee, and that the other two had suffered like her before and always managed to wait, only added to Lindsay's humiliation at having to pee in the open. Lindsay never went to any other rugby match again, despite being asked several times. She was scared that she would need to pee so badly again and ashamed to face Belinda and Tracy and not be able to wait again.
  3. One Shot -This one shot is going to be based on one of my own fantasies. Let me know if you want to hear stories involving more of my fantasies as well! Characters: Cassandra/Cass (representing me, pronouns she/her), Aidan (a friend of Cass, omo situation happens to him, pronouns he/him), Jayden (Jay, best friend of Cass, side character, pronouns he/him). There ages are around 19-21. Cass’ personality is meant to represent mine, although not my current situation or family dynamic, which i don’t typically see in omo stories, so sorry if it’s a bit different. I’ll let you picture the characters’ physical descriptions however you’d like, as that’s what I prefer to do when reading! … Although I will add that Aidan is around 5’10-6ft, and Cass is 5’7-5’8 ……………………………………………………………………… *Phone ringing* Cassandra had just finished getting ready for the day, and went back to her room to answer her phone. It was her friend Aidan. They’d been friends for a little less than a couple years, and they hadn’t seen each other for about two months. “Hey!” Cass answered cheerfully. “Hey, Cass! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today? I haven’t seen you in forever,” he chuckled a bit nervously. “Oh, definitely! I actually have some errands to run today though, and I have to go over to the apartment complex to check one of the units that someone just moved out of. Would you want to come along?” “Oh, yeah sure.” “Okay, I’ll pick you up in ten.” She hung up and grabbed her things to leave. Aidan didn’t live very far from her house, so she got there in no time. And in true Aidan fashion, he was waiting for her on the front step and gave an awkward smile as he stood up and walked to Cass’ truck. “Hey,” he said as he struggled a bit to climb up in the truck, “Did you raise the lift on this? I swear it wasn’t this high the last time I rode in here!” He chuckled. Cass let out a laugh, “No, your just getting shorter,” she snorted. There was a pause of silence as they looked at each other, which was immediately followed by laughter from the both of them. “That will never get old,” Aidan said out of breath. “Never,” Cass agreed,” Hey, do you want to get Dunkin’? I need food.” “Of course you do,” Aidan chuckled, ”I’m down though, I’m parched.” They went to Dunkin’ and ordered some breakfast. Cass got a Strawberry frosted donut and a small peach passion fruit refresher, while Aidan got a glazed donut and a large iced latte. They ran a couple errands over the next two hours and soon it was lunch time. “Hey I’m gonna stop and get diesel before we get lunch, my tank is at less than a quarter.” Cass announced. “Okay.” Aidan agreed seemingly without an issue. Cassandra drove to the gas station and went inside to pay. While she was in there, she decided to use the bathroom. After about five minutes, she came back out to the truck, and began filling the tank. She looked in the truck where Aidan was sitting. She noted that he hadn’t seemed to notice that she was back, and he seemed a bit restless, although that was pretty typical for him. “Hey!” she tapped on the window. “Jesus!” Aidan jumped a bit startled, “You scared the shit out of me!” They both laughed. After the tank was full, Cassandra got back in the car and they headed to get lunch. “You feeling anything in particular for lunch?” Cassandra asked, already knowing the answer to the question. “Oh, I don’t know. You pick.” Of course. “Chick-fil-a sound good?” she suggested when she saw the sign up ahead. “Yeah.” They both ordered meals, Cassandra a medium, Aidan a large. After they ate, they went to pick up Cassandra’s niece from Cass’ aunt, and drop her off at her other aunt’s house. In total, that took about an hour. When she got back in the truck, Cassandra noticed Aidan shifting around uncomfortably. She had a theory of what was wrong, but she didn’t dare to ask him unless he brought it up. The thing about Aidan, was that he was really shy. Especially when it came to something as private, as personal as needing the bathroom. “Hey, I have to run to Academy real quick before we head over to the complex. Jay asked me to look at ammo for him.” She hoped this would give him the opportunity to step away for a moment to… take care of things. “Okay.” he replied shortly. They arrived at Academy within a few minutes. Once inside, Cassandra called her best friend, Jayden, to ask him about what kind of ammo he needed. “What do you want, ya heifer?” Jayden answered in the most hick accent anyone could imagine. “Hahaha, you know, that’s sooo much funnier than the first three hundred times you’ve called me that.” she replied sarcastically. “C’mon Cass, you know I’m just teasing you.” “I’m very aware, Jay. I’m at Academy, what kind of ammo were you wanting me to look at?” Jay quickly explained what he needed. “Hey, my mom’s calling me. Text me if you find it!” “See ya, stupid.” she replied with love. As she turned to looked back at Aidan, she noticed he was still there. He was shuffling back and forth awkwardly, red faced, with his thighs glued together. Almost as if on cue, he let out a small huff and bent over at the waist. “Are you okay?” Cassandra questioned sympathetically. He quickly straightened up, and looked pretty embarrassed. “Oh, um- yeah. I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back.” he immediately hurried off towards the back of the store where the bathrooms were located. She quickly found what she was looking for and went to check out. Cassandra was glad he finally got a chance to go, although she did find that sight of him desperately wiggling around quite arousing. However, after no more than a minute, Aidan appeared again looking extremely worried, almost as if he was going to cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked him concerned. “I- um,” he swallowed nervously. He was shaking with his hands tightly squeezing his hips. In almost a whisper, he managed, “the, um- the bathrooms were closed.” He wouldn’t look her in the eye. “Oh, okay,” she replied. She felt pretty bad about his predicament. “Well, I’m done here, so we can leave now.” “Okay.” He choked out, only looking slightly relieved. They went outside and got into Cass’ truck. “Do you want me to stop somewhere?” She asked. He shook his head and said to just head over to the pick-up area. It was only a ten minute bus ride from there, and he assured her he could wait. Cassandra’s parents owned a small building of apartments in a neighborhood right outside of town. There was a bit of a strange way of getting to the neighborhood. They would have to drive to a parking area, where they would wait for a bus to pick them up and take them to the neighborhood. It was a short drive to the parking area, and they arrived there within minutes. “Fuck.” Aidan exclaimed softly as they parked. “What’s wrong?” “I really need to go to the bathroom.” he shifted uncomfortably. Cassandra gave a sympathetic smile. She was worried for him. He must be seriously desperate for him to be this open to her. As they climbed out of the truck, she heard painful whimpers and a mumbled shit. She walked around to the other side of the truck to find him bent over at the waist with his hands. She walked over and bent down next to him. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” she said encouragingly. They walked over to the bench at the bus stop and Aidan immediately sat down and burried his face in his hands. “Fuck, Cass. I’m so sorry,” he choked out, “this is so embarrassing. I have to pee so bad.” Cassandra’s heart sank for him. She scooted next to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. ……………………………………………………………………… I kind of lost motivation to finish this one, and it feels a bit like i’m mashing take senerios together. i still figured i’d post what i have! i’ll put a part two in a comment below if i figure out what i want to do with this one.
  4. I am not sure of anyone has ever experienced this or seen someone do this. One time last year I was so desperate for the bathroom I couldn't hold it. I went into another gender bathroom. I drank some coffee during my breakfast and later one went out with my mom to the grocery store. By the time we left I did feel the urge to urinate. It wasn't as bad at first. But after waiting in the car I was desperate and no matter how much I tried to hold it the urge kept coming back. It was getting stronger and I just couldn't shake it off. Eventually I went inside and went straight for the men's bathroom. It was occupied and I couldn't wait. I still can't believe what I did and I knew it was wrong but I was bursting big time. I went into the ladies bathroom and proceeded to use open my pant button. However, before I could fully open my pant button and pull down my clothes, I started spurting twice before I was involuntarily peeing myself and wetting my jeans. Finally I opened my pant button and pulled down my jeans. And I sat on the toilet. I peed a strong stream freely but I was so desperate and relief finally overcame me. Afterwards I cleaned myself up but noticed the huge wet stain on my jeans. Plus I was so scared a woman was waiting outside for me and of I opened the door I might be seen as a perve. When I opened the door no one was outside and I left right away. Of course I washed my hands but I left with my mom. I was just glad no one saw me or called the cops. Has anyone felt so desperate that they had to use the bathroom even if it was for the opposite sex?
  5. Summary: A female student arrived late for her exam and must complete it be for leaving the testing room. Unfortunately, she also has to urinate and has to hold it until she completes her exam. She does make it without incident. Content: desperation holding, fidgeting, just made it to the toilet. Main Characters: •Evolin Hightower •Professor Kristeena Karson Plot: Today was Evolin's final exam in chemistry. Chemistry wasn't her best subject and passing this test with high marks was key to passing this course with at least a B-. It didn't help working at the campus bookstore from 7 am to 6 pm (on most days) and living an hour away. Plus, she was taking her core courses which were only becoming more difficult. Worse off, she was helping her mom. Her mom (single working mom due to divorce) was laid off and looking for work. She went for tutors, read books, and used online reading materials, but still found herself struggling. What Evolin needed was time to study and learn. Even weekends were spent working and running errands for her only parent; her mom. Last night, she was studying her brains out for chemistry. Staying up as late as 11:30 pm wasn't such a great idea since she had to be in bed by 10 pm to wake up at 6 am. Her class started at 7 am and lasts until 9:30 pm. Drinking coffee and sodas just to stay awake and fight the exhaustion only caused her to crash. Her mom woke her up at 6:35 am and helped Evolin get ready. No breakfast, no use of the bathroom! Just wash up, gargle, grabbed her keys, purse, school bag, have a piece of toast and small glass of water, phone, and that's it. Evolin arrived to her class around 7:50 am. Her professor was a stickler about being punctual and hated students arriving late, especially on days scheduled for a quiz or an exam. This was Evolin's second time this happened. Professor Kristeena Karson was NOT happy with her repeat offense and verbally showed her annoyance. "This is your second time. You promised this wouldn't happen again! This is a disruption to everyone. Already 52 minutes gone and you want to take this exam?" asked Professor Karson. "Y-yes I-I can finish in time." Evolin said did shakily while looking a little flushed. "You don't seem confident that you can." "I can finish Professor Karson." Evolin replied, and with more confidence. With that Professor Karson handed Evolin a test packet and told her to find a seat. Evolin took her test packet and walked gingerly to a nearby seat. For the next 1 hour and 35 minutes. During the first 10 minutes, she blew by the first 20 multiple choice questions. They asked about basic concepts and information. She did this while shaking her leg up and down rapidly. One question asked about the definition of a hydrocarbon as follows: 19. Substances with a molecular structure containing only hydrogen and carbon atoms are ____. A. Salts B. Halogens C. Semi-metals D. Actinides E. Hydrocarbons Evolin sloppily circled choice (E) on her test paper. From there, Evolin had to answer 15 more multiple choice questions. These questions asked specific questions, such as identifying the ioselectric point of a protein, or the basic C1V1=C2V2 math problem. Before she could begin writing on her scratch paper, she winced. For whole minute, she became stiff and shook a little trying to remain dry. She already annoyed her professor and didn't want to upset her more with an accident. Afterwards, she still remained worried about her predicament but ever more determined to finish her exam. She performed the mathematical manipulation of the algebra and calculated the answer to circle. "Phew! That was close." she softly muttered to herself. She sat in the back row and wasn't noticed by Professor Karson. Another 10 minutes went by before answering all the multiple choice questions. Her incessant studying and tutoring, researching the internet, and making mistakes paid off. Her predicament still lingered, pulsating down below. It was 8:18 am and still not done with her exam. Now she had to answer eight short answer questions. These questions required a few lines of writing and/or mathematical work shown. Evolin would need to use all her focus to finish without losing control over the dam. The first question had to do with balancing a chemical equation. The equation provided wasn't so bad and required some time to show how she obtained the answer. After about 4 minutes of working it out on scratch paper, Evolin rewrote her work and moved on to the next question. The next question concerned chemical reactions, specifically calculating limiting reactions. Evolin ways had trouble trying to find out the limiting reactant. It was 8:27 am and almost an hour left. "Damnitdamnitdamnit! Okay Evolin youv...... Oh gawd." she thought to herself inwardly. Another wave pulsated which made her lower area throb like crazy. Her predicament was only growing worse and Evolin wasn't sure how much longer she could hold back the flood. Evolin had to pass this course and to do so, she had to pass the exam with high marks. This predicament couldn't get in the way. After another 10 minutes, she figured out what the limiting reactant and wrote the work. That left only seven more short answer questions. She only had to answer at least seven out of the eight questions to still pass. Evolin began skimming for easy questions only to find subsequent questions become more difficult. Many of the questions involved graphs for pH, determining the number of subatomic orbitals of three metal atoms, one question about Gibbs' Free Energy, and purely essay type questions. Evolin had the most trouble with Gibbs Free Energy so she chose to discard that question. She just had six more questions to answer and needed to choose which one to answer next. Again, her dam felt immense pressure and throbbed. This time, it was different. Her lower region was becoming exhausted and held back several waves of desperation since she woke up. She almost felt the flood when driving to school. But because she was tired, and this wave emerged without warning, she was in danger of releasing Niagara Falls the color of yellow gatorade. She let go of her pencil (which rolled off the side of her desk), grabbed the desk with her hands, and holding with all her left over might. "Nonononot now. Please not now!" she silently mouthed to herself. The wave was so great, she clutched the table like her life depended on it. She double crossed her legs and squeezed them tightly together. For the next several minutes, she was fighting to keep the dam closed. She didn't want to have a single drop come out. It was 8:40 am and time was running out. She still had six more short answer questions to answer. She needed to ace this test and her liquid gold wasn't going to stop her. Evolin clamped her dam shut even tightly, even though it did nothing to stop the wave of desperation. She shifted in her seat ever so slightly, and swaying her knees side to side to alleviate her pain. It worked and made her wave subside a little. Catching her breath, she allocated some of her focus towards her exam. Evolin carefully got up from her seat and went to pick up her pencil. Bending down was painful as it only made the pang-like feeling worse. She sat back down and began working on the next set of questions. Using her knowledge of the metal elements given, she determined the number of orbitals for the elements cobalt, nickel, vanadium, and copper. She realized they don't follow the rules since they're electron configuration varies in each column and row. Afterwards, she went on to answer the question about explaining the chemical equation for chemical reaction rate [k]. This was a tough one and she needed time to process this. Half her mind was on keeping her dam shut (and risking her muscles becoming locked in that position) and the other half on her exam. In addition, Evolin was tired and needed fuel biochemical fuel in her cells. She never ate anything for breakfast except the toast. With all the thinking she had to do, that toast was not enough to cover her energy needs. After five minutes, she was about to move on when she figured it out and answered it right away. "Two down, five to go." she whispered. Evolin had only 42 minutes left of exam time and she had to finish fast. Another wave of desperation swept by which made her stop her test taking again. This time, she softly groaned and winced. She instinctively put her hands on her crotch area of her jeans. This wave was pulsating so much she shook her leg and started rubbing her thighs back and forth rapidly. "Come on Evolin, keep it together. You still have five more questions to go." Using her will power, she forced herself to focus on her exam and make the wave subside. The next question concerned a graph of the pH. Reading this graph wasn't her strong suit either, but she had to figure it out. Evolin discarded the energy question, which meant the other seven had to be answered. No excuses about it! After giving some thought, she remembered how to tackle the question and answered it immediately. The next three questions were answered over the course of 20 minutes. Each one she had to answer carefully and while fighting her predicament. Shaking her leg, rubbing her thighs, etc., it was all done to hold it. At last, at 9:02 am, Evolin had one more question to answer to make at least seven answered short answer question out of eight. This one was a doosy. It involved the procedure for performing distillation of salicylic acid. "Great! I can't remember the steps for this!" she thought. She couldn't possibly know the details off the top of her head, especially at this point. Her predicament had become so bad it was on the verge of exploding. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she moaned to herself. She began grabbing her thighs, double crossing her legs multiple times, and even twirling her hair. She had to answer this question. Evolin was considering answering the energy question, but she knew this stuff was just as hard as the distillation question. However, she knew a little something about Gibbs' Free Energy. Evolin changed her mind and chose to answer the question parts A and B. Part A inquired what it was and Part B inquired how to calculate it. Evolin took a step back and thought. She focused all her attention on Gibbs' Free Energy and after about two minutes, Evolin was thinking back to her notes about reactions spontaneously occurring, having a positive energy value while those not spontaneous had a negative energy value. Then, finally it all came back to her. She remembered what it was about and wrote it down. Then, she wrote down the equation to calculate the energy. Once that was done, she handed in her exam. Evolin, keeping her hands in her crotch, she quickly made her way to the bathroom. However, when she arrived only to see a horrid site. Both stalls were taken and it seemed that none of then would be vacated. Evolin had to urinate before it was too late. From the moment she got up, handed her paper in, and made her way here, she was bursting. The next bathroom was on the other side of the building which Evolin didn't want to make the trek to. After 10 minutes of waiting, pacing around, bobbing up and down, grabbing her thighs and croctch, her opportunity became available. One of the stalls opened and out came a female student. Evolin made her way into the stall and shut the door fast. Evolin's wave of desperation was the strongest it had been this morning. All her soda and coffees from last night, and water this morning was ready to come out. Using the last of her will power, she kept the dam shut while undressing. She had to unbutton and unzip her pants, plus put toilet paper on the seat. "Gaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Evolin whined. It was now or never. She lowered herself onto the toilet, then let go. She urinated a gusher like she never thought possible. It was loud and everyone in the female's bathroom heard it. For the next 30 seconds, she sat on the toilet seat emptying her aching bladder. In that time, Evolin panted as her heart beat was returning to normal. Evolin buried her face in her hands. Her whole morning was spent holding back Niagara Falls. Even after her fire hose of a gusher slowed to a trickle, she remained on the toilet seat ready to keel over. Evolin was exhausted and just wanted to go home. But she had to be awake for work and help her mom. Once Evolin collected herself, she wiped herself (crotch, thighs, and buttocks), then pulled up her pants. She flushed, washed her hands, and left for the campus food court for breakfast.
  6. Summary: The topic of this story is about female desperation to urinate. The premise of the story is about a female not able to use the bathroom. The main protagonist has to find a way to resolve her dilemma or undergo an embarrassing accident. The content involved includes desperation holding, fidgeting, leaking, full-on urination, and urination in unusual place. Introduction: This is my first female desperation to urinate. It is a short story and won't include complicated back stories or character descriptions. It's brief and to the point. This is my first story, so please be nice when critiiquing it. I am starting small so as to work my way up as a writer of this genre. Title of the story: Desperate morning Characters: •Gwenndolinne Masterson - the main protagonist •Piper Prestin - the roommate Plot: It was a Saturday morning and the alarm was ringing. Gwenndolinne, moaning in annoyance, shut off the alarm sounding off. She was tired from yesterday evening. She was drinking with friends while watching a movie with them in the apartment. After another 20 minutes, she got up to use the bathroom. The alarm clock woke her up from her peaceful slumber and made her aware of the pang in her abdomen. Her bladder was finally acknowledged for it needed relief. She slowly removed the comforter, and sat up. She was groggy, and didn't want to get up. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. After 2 minutes, she slowly slid out of bed and got to her feet. She was not more than 5 steps when she felt all her pent up yellow liquid aginst her urethra muscles. She clenched tight, sluggishly walking to the bathroom in apartment around the corner. All of a sudden, she yelped "Mmmmm". Gravity had caused her pent up urine to put immense pressure against her urethra muscles. She bent down and clenched tighter, now more alert to her need to urine. She knocked on the door and called out to her roommate. Gwenndolinne: Piper, (knocking on the door) open up! Piper: .... (No response) Gwenndolinne was squirming, walking in the same spot and hands in her crotch area. Gwenndolinne: Piper, (knocking again, and speaking a little louder) Piper open up. I have to pee. Piper: .... (No response) "Damn, what the hell is she doing in there?" she thought. Gwenndolinne was shaking from clenching her urethra muscles. "Rrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaahhh." she moaned. "No one should be having to hold it this badly and in the morning." Her heart was racing as she was fighting otherworldly urge to urinate. The pressure against her urethra and exit hole was like a big door struggling to hold back an angry mob pounding on it to open. She was in so much pain and just wanted relief. Gwenndolinne: Piper! (panting and breathing through her clenched teeth) Open uuup!!! (Banging on the door) "Ooooooh! Why won't this girl answer?". And then it happened. Her need for relief, the fact she just got up and still tired, the instinctive need to breath well and let it go, she couldn't hold back the flood. She spurted into her boxer shorts, which left a wet spot on her crotch area of her boxer shorts. A few small rivulets also emerged from her boxer shorts. Two of them (one on each leg) slowly made their way down the inside of her lower thighs, while two smaller ones (one on each leg) only traveled a few inches from the boxer sleeves. Gwenndolinne knew she didn't have much time and had to relieve herself now! She looked around to see her options. She couldn't go into the sink because she wasn't tall enough. She thought about asking the neighbors, but she didn't want to ask. She saw the small living room trash pail and thought why not. She did this while holding back the tide which was only becoming stronger. She decided to make a trek to it, but stopped because of how small it was. She was more frantic now as she needed a solution. "Damn it. What am I supposed to do now. I can't stay like this!". Walking in place and hand in crotch, she was about to give up when she saw the kitchen pail. It was tall enough and she could just put her butt on it. However, it was almost full. Just then, another spurt and some more urine escaped her. This time, two more fast moving rivulets formed (one traveling down the back of her right leg, and the other down the inside of her right thigh). Both made down to her lower knee cap area on her leg. She had to move now. She panted a little, then gulped in a lot of air. With every bit of strength she had left, she clenched her urethra muscles tight shut. She walked over to the kitchen trash pail, moving slowly but steadily. Once there, she kept her netheregion closed with her left hand, and used her right hand (somewhat wet) to open the lid to the trash pail. She didn't care that the trash bag was almost full. All she could think about was her need to go. Gwenndolinne carefully turned around and slowly lowered herself onto the pail. She didn't care if her boxers touched garbage. She just needed relief now. Once she sat down, she just relaxed her muscles. Out came a huge torrent of urine pent up for 8 hours. "Uuuuuuhhh ... uuuhhhhhh ... uuuuhh!" she moaned. She was also panting and bent down while sitting. Finally, relief came at last and she could relax. Her urine stream was a huge one, made of a central stream of urine surrounded by smaller streams and droplets. The wet patch on her crotch just grew larger and enveloped her front and upwards, down the middle, and her butt cheeks. During the whole ordeal, she was panting and trying to catch her breath. 8 minutes ago, she was sleeping followed by trying to prevent an full-scale accident. Her hands dangled on her sides and the sides of the trash pail. Drained and exhausted, plus dealing with a headache, she sat back against the wall behind the trash pail. She was ready to fall asleep, but she could not risk keeling over while urinating. For a whole 30 seconds (which seemed like forever), she urinated all her pent up urine into the trash pail. She didn't care that her urine was splattering off the trash and onto the bottom of her boxers, or bouncing off and onto her legs and onto the floor. She was just happy to have relief. Eventually, her torrent of urine became trickled to small streams, then to droplets, and finally drips. Gwenndolinne finally regained herself and reached for some tissues from a glass table. She patted her boxers and stood up, albeit a little disoriented and tired. She almost fell over too. She inspected her legs and saw the bulk of it was on her thighs. Some also went onto her lower legs near her ankles. There were some droplets on the floor too. Once she regained her composure, she was startled by her roommate's voice. Piper: Gwen Gwenndolinne: Ah, (now panted from being startled) .... don't sneak up on me like that. Piper: Sorry. Are you okay? Gwenndolinne: No! Thanks to you, I had to pee into ourtrash pail. I almost had an accident. Piper: I'm sorry. I thought you were asleep. You should have just knocked. Gwenndolinne: (made a look of taking offense) I did, but you didn't hear me. So I had to go elsewhere. Look at my boxers! They're ruined! Why couldn't you just answer the door? Gwenndolinne walked away, then came back and said: Gwenndolinne: Some of my pee splattered onto the floor. It is because of you, so you should clean this up! With that, she went into the shower and washed up. Piper had to clean up the mess. THE END
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  9. She wouldn’t let him go. 1: The interview Jamie sat in the bland waiting area with its neutral walls and standard low fabric seats. He was every bit as nervous as he had been at the dentist a month before and waiting for his daughter to be born 6 months before that. He legs felt like jelly, his heart racing, and worst of all his mouth felt dryer than a desert in the midst of summer. He hadn’t even been able to say his name at the reception desk, having to hand them his interview appointment instead. As he looked around anxiously his eyes rested on a vending drinks machine in the corner. Pushing himself to standing he tentatively walked towards it and punched in the numbers for a bottle of cold water. Sitting back down he opened the bottle and gulped down a quarter of it quickly, hoping his voice might relax before he was called. The clock on the wall appeared stuck as he continued to sip continuously on the bottle for comfort as he tried focussing on what he might be asked. By the time his name was called he glanced at the bottle in his hand and, realising it was empty, he dropped it in a bin as he followed the smartly dressed red haired young woman who had appeared looking for him. Hearing the click click rhythm of her high heeled shoes on the hard flooring Jamie watched as her bottom wriggled sexily as he walked behind her. Deliberately looking away he thought about his partner and baby at home and smiled. Walking into the boardroom the first thing Jamie sensed was an air of tension and formality. As the young lady he had followed slipped behind the formal solid desk beside another two suited and somber females he sensed immediately that this interview wasn’t one to crack jokes in. He gulped quietly as he sat on the only seat available facing the three ladies. Despite being in a formal suit with a shirt and tie he still felt inadequate and under dressed in contrast to the imposing females opposite him. As a full jug of iced water say in the middle of the table Jamie could feel the sweat gathering on his forehead as one of the woman poured the jug into four glasses and slid each one in front of a different person. As the first question was fired Jamie’s voice box seemed to close in fear, and when nothing came out despite his mouth opening and closing he heard one of the females cough then comment loudly. “I suggest you take a sip of water and try speaking again. Thank you.” Jamie did as instructed but still his voice was husky and quiet. “Take some more. I insist. We can not proceed further here until we can hear you. We don’t have all day to wait.” Shaking with nerves Jamie did as instructed again until his glass was empty but his voice was at least loud enough to finally be heard. It was 45 minutes later before the questions from the ladies finally ended and Jamie left the imposing formal room and was lead out. “If you could sit here please until we call you for part 2. There’s a kettle and biscuits over there but please remain in the corridor until called. Thank you.” Jamie sat on the plastic chair in the empty corridor, flashbacks of sitting outside the headmasters office at high school filling his mind. The walls were bare and Jamie glanced up one end to see a fire exit at the far end but the other end seemed to go on forever with no exit in sight. A few doors marked ‘meeting 1’, ‘board room 2’ and so on were interspersed along both sides but other than a small table, which had clearly been temporarily placed for today’s interview, the corridor was otherwise empty. Jamie sat crossed legged. Now wasn’t a good time to be needing a piss but the bottle of water in the waiting room and two further glasses in the interview had more than filled his bladder and he tried to think of anything but a toilet. He sat for a few minutes before standing and going over to the table where a kettle was plugged in and mugs, disposable milk sachets and sugar with plastic spoons sat waiting. Jamie looked up and down the corridor hoping to see a toilet, or at least signs to one, but there was nothing. Making himself a coffee and picking up a plain biscuit he returned to the plastic seat and returned to sitting with his legs crossed. Twenty minutes later his coffee and biscuit were finished and he returned to the table to put his now empty mug on it. Now wanting a toilet even more he decided to wander a little further along the corridor slipping a hand into his trouser pocket to touch his penis to help hold. Moving was helping but there was no sign still of a bathroom and no-one around to ask. Jamie paced the corridor, walking back and forth from the plastic chair to the door marked boardroom 3 over and over wondering how much longer he’d be kept waiting. Finally he heard voices as he walked quickly towards the chair as he saw the three woman who had just interviewed him earlier come out of the room. ‘Did we not say to wait on the chair?’ Jamie so desperately wanted to ask for a bathroom but he felt so intimidated and awkward than he just hung his head and sat back down. That was until one of the woman looked down at him, smiled coyly and whispered, ‘Is everything ok?’ Gulping shyly Jamie looked her in the eye and quietly answered. ‘I was, I was just looking to see if there was a bathroom I could maybe use please.’ The woman checked the other females were not watching before she covered the side of her mouth and mouthed back. ‘If you can wait a bit longer I’ll show you when I can.’ Jamie nodded but his feet were tapping now and he could feel his member throbbing in his boxers. Wait a bit longer? He really wanted to say that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait but he didn’t want to cause a fuss and this woman seemed his only hope. ‘I’ll update him on what we discussed and then show him out. I’ll join you both for our last one at 11:30.’ Jamie watched as the other two woman, including the red head who had lead him to the room, walked briskly away without even replying. ‘You may come back in now Mr Fuller’ Jamie slipped back into the board room wriggling on the chair shyly. He just hoped this wouldn’t take long as he desperately needed a piss! It was impossible to get comfortable and at first Jamie sat with one leg over the other swinging his leg but then he quickly turned to the side then as discreetly as possible he scissored his legs in and out or swung them up and down. He knew how unprofessional he must seem but as every minute passed he craved to urinate stronger and stronger. ‘So is there anything else you would like to ask?’ Jamie swallowed hard, squirmed some more, slipped a hand into his crotch and crossed his legs again. ‘I do apologise but do you have a bathroom I could use please?’ ‘If you remind me at the end I will show you on the way out.’ ‘Thanks. Is there much longer to go may I ask?’ ‘Not too long. So I just have some paperwork now. Let’s start with who your references are...’ Jamie could feel his face redden as he used his hand between his legs to squeeze his desperate penis. It was starting to hurt he had to go so badly and he knew his squirming was getting beyond acceptable now. In fact he couldn’t sit still as he wriggled again on the firm seat. ‘It’s a Mr. Shepherd from Infinity Beyond and a Ms Sharp from Wilderness Incorp. There addresses and details are on my CV.’ Jamie looked straight at the woman in front of him now. As she looked up from writing he stared into her dark green eyes as her curly blond hair rested neatly on her shoulders. His eyes pleaded with hers as he hoped she would see the urgency in his face as he bit down on his bottom lip and fidgeted restlessly. As a wave of intense urgency engulfed him Jamie leaned forwards and grabbed his quivering crotch before regaining his composure again and looking up. ‘Sorry. I really do need to use the bathroom please. Could I have a break at all?’ ‘I said when we are finished! Please remain patient!’ Patience was the last thing Jamie felt as he bounced around on the seat now gripping the edges with both hands. With his body tensed and pressure mounting by the second he squeezed hard and drew a breath muttering softly, ‘I don’t think I can hold much longer!’ ‘Mr Fuller! That’s enough! Either you wait or I will withdraw our offer of employment right now!’ No longer caring that he was disgracing himself Jamie opened his legs and hooked his ankles behind the legs of the formal chair as he pressed both hands over his throbbing aching crotch. As he tried to answer as quickly as possible the final questions he pressed, squeezed, rubbed and moaned openly as the woman peered at him open mouthed and wide eyed. Momentarily forgetting his surroundings due to the pressure and stress Jamie verbally answered the questions whilst unzipping his suit trousers and rubbing himself. The blond haired suited woman stared in disbelief at what she was seeing. Still Jamie couldn’t stop. ‘Shit! I’m dying for a piss! This is ridiculous. God I’m absolutely bursting! I’m actually gonna have an accident!’ The woman stood in silence, her eyes fixated on Jamie’s crotch, his fingers manipulating his half hard penis through his trousers and boxers and his palm massaging his member as his mouth opened and closed and his eyes glazed over. A soft moan could be heard through Jamie’s tightly clenched teeth as he felt a warm leak seep into his underwear and damped his trousers. He looked up aghast at the formally dressed female staring at him in shock as his eyes beseeched her to allow him to go to the gents to finish what he had accidentally already started. ‘Stop! I demand you stop that sir! Now!’ Jamie wanted to cry! ‘I’m trying! Honestly I am. Please please may I go to the toilet!’ ‘Absolutely not!’ Shaking, angry, terrified and beyond bursting, Jamie half stood, half sat, both hands still clutching, twirling, clenching and squeezing his desperate dick as he hobbled forwards dribbling warm urine as his suit trousers fell clumsily down his thigh. Grabbing the jug from earlier, his bottom lip trembling, he pulled his aching cock out from the leg of his boxers as he held it into the clear jug as urine rushed into it furiously as the interviewer looked on. ‘Fuck!’ The jug filled almost to the brim as Jamie smiled relieved and placed it nonchalantly onto the formal board meeting table before making himself decent once again and smiling cheekily to the woman in front of him. With his voice clear and solid for the first time he coughed and looked right at the suited lady. ‘So do I still have the Job?’ ‘Absolutely! How soon can you start?’
  10. So... It's been a long time since I've wet myself. Too long really. But most of the time I've ever done it, it's usually very planned and very deliberate. Not this time. A usual day at work sees me going to the bathroom at least twice: once around halfway through my shift and another time just after I clock out to leave for the night. Maybe it was because it was busy, maybe I just got distracted, I'm not sure. All I know is that I never got a chance to use the bathroom today, and it definitely made my bladder feel insanely full for a good portion of my shift. I drink a lot of water to keep hydrated and all of it inevitably made its way into my bladder over the day. So by the time I'm walking out the door after hours once I'm done with everything, I'm pee dancing. Like legit "will squirt into my boxers if I cough or forget to keep my muscles tensed" kind of pee dance. The drive home is maybe ten minutes, not even on a good day, and it's 9:45 at night with no traffic. I take that chance. Every little bump and vibration is an absolute nightmare. My bladder probably feels the size of a grapefruit by now. I've done a measurement before and I know (when completely full) my bladder can hold at least 20-25 ounces. Obviously problematic should I ever have to pee in a bottle. I'm two minutes from my house when the panic sets in. My palms are sweaty, my thighs are pressed tightly together, and every time I have to move my foot onto the brake pedal is agony. Above all odds, I make it into the driveway and hobble up the driveway. It's a long dash to the end, to relief, but... That would have been too easy. Three locks: an outer screen door, a deadbolt, and the actual knob. Three locks stand between me and ecstasy for a bladder beyond full. The urge to pee, as we all know, increases immensely when unlocking doors. The screen door is open when a hard spasm bends me over and a burst of pee saturates my boxers. I moan, both out of equal frustration and relief, as I keep fighting with my key ring. The deadbolt is next. Another hard spurt. I'm starting to feel the warmth spread down my leg at this point and pool up in my right shoe. The last lock is done, and so is my bladder. I'm halfway down the hall, the toilet less than a few feet away, when I can hold on no longer. Another hard spurt breaks the seal and the audible hiss is all I hear as I make it into the bathroom. I rip down my zipper and try to get myself situated in front of the bowl, but the damage is already done. It's at least an 85/15 split of how much pee made it into my pants compared to the toilet. The floor is wet. My hands are wet. Even my socks don't escape the flood. I'm completely alone in the house and yet I still myself feel my face flush a deep shade of red as I peel off the drenched pants and hang them up to dry a bit before they'll inevitably go into the washing machine. I don't have any pictures. I wish I did honestly, but that was probably the last thing on my mind at the moment. All I know is this: that was probably the most exciting thing that's happened to me in the last month or so and I'm honestly craving for it to happen again... Not that I don't like deliberate wettings, but the unexpected and uncontrolled ones are just so hot. That's all I've got for now. Enjoy! And do share if you feel the same as I do :)
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