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A beautiful African teenage girl wearing an overalls, holding pee the full bladder at afternoon and this is not a gas station but it’s gone and it’s been doing it for the last few hours and it was just the way to go to the bathroom

A Beautiful African Teenage Princess Girl holding pee urge and barefoot holding the dress wetting she cried like a girl dress up on her pissing control

As the hours dragged on, the Ayla's ordeal of holding her bladder had become an agonizing test of endurance. The lower abdomen throbbed with relentless pressure, every muscle in the area taut and aching. It was as though a vice grip held her firmly, and with each passing moment, the intensity of discomfort grew. The muscles around her bladder protested, sending sharp, cramping waves of pain through her lower pelvis. Her back, too, bore the strain, feeling tense and uncomfortable as if it were struggling to support the weight of her distended bladder. Every step she took was an exercise in willpower, every movement a careful calculation to avoid triggering the release she so desperately wanted to avoid. The pain, a persistent reminder of her predicament, seemed to radiate from her core, extending to her thighs and hips. She could practically feel her entire body urging her to seek relief, yet her determination to hold on was unwavering. She coudn’t give up. The sensation was both a test of physical endurance and a profound lesson in self-control. She never felt so much pressure , so much burning between her legs, but the weirdest part was that although every aching muscle she kinda like the feeling. It was so oddly pleasant and it was giving her confidence….. she is a strong woman, she is not controlled by her bodily needs… to be continued…(maybe xD)

Starting by drinking a cup of chai tea! Please send requests for things for me to do! edit: I was out of tea, so I just drank some coffee

Tracer arrived home from a particularly intense mission, her body tingling with a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. Emily, her girlfriend, was away visiting family, leaving Tracer alone in their apartment. She sighed, grateful for a moment of solitude before her thoughts turned to the urgent matter at hand. As she made her way to the bathroom, a sudden realization stopped her in her tracks. "I'm still in my damn jumpsuit!" Tracer exclaimed, her voice filled with both frustration and panic. Her jumpsuit, with its sleek design and lack of a zipper, posed a formidable obstacle to her basic bodily needs. And worse yet, she wore her chrono accelerator—a device that kept her anchored in the present to combat her chronal disassociation—around her breasts, making any attempt to undress futile. Tracer's heart raced as anxiety coursed through her veins. What was she going to do? The thought of holding in her desperate need to pee until Emily returned, which could potentially take days, seemed like an impossible feat. The pressure on her bladder increased with each passing minute, causing discomfort that was impossible to ignore. As the hours ticked by, Tracer's desperation grew. Her bulging bladder could be seen through the fabric of her skin-tight jumpsuit, the telltale sign of her predicament. She crossed her legs, squirmed, and rubbed her lower abdomen, trying desperately to alleviate some of the pressure. Sweat trickled down her forehead, mingling with the worry lines etched on her face. Her thirst became unbearable, a reminder of her body's need for hydration. With a momentary lapse of judgment, she ran to the kitchen and grabbed a cup, filling it to the brim with water. She gulped down the entirety of it, temporarily quenching her thirst but instantly regretting her impulsive decision. The consequences of an even fuller bladder dawned on her, tightening her chest with fear. Two hours passed, and Tracer's pain reached an excruciating level. Her bladder had expanded to the size of a soccer ball, an undeniable presence pressing against her lower abdomen. She doubled over, crossing her legs even harder, clenching her teeth, and forming fists with her trembling hands. She knew she had reached her limit. Her gaze darted to the kitchen sink, a desperate thought whispering in the back of her mind. But she fought against it, resisting the urge to succumb to such an undignified act. She clutched her bulging belly, gritting her teeth, determined to withstand the torment a little longer. Then, as if all her resistance shattered in a moment of utter surrender, Tracer couldn't hold on any longer. The pain overwhelmed her, eradicating any remaining semblance of control. She sprinted towards the kitchen, climbing on top of the sink. With a primal scream, she finally released her pent-up urine, relief mingling with an agonized cry. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against the cool surface of the sink, her body trembling with release and fatigue. Minutes turned into a blurred haze of pure sensation—a mixture of pleasure, agony, and sheer catharsis for Tracer. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last drop of urine trickled out of her, leaving her trembling and feeling weak. Exhaustion took over, and she stumbled toward the couch, collapsing onto it in a daze. Tracer drifted into a deep sleep, her body finally at ease. She had endured the unthinkable, the unrelenting pressure of her bladder no longer tormenting her. And though it was a harrowing experience, she knew one thing for certain—she never wanted to hold her pee like that again. Epilogue: Tracer awoke hours later to the familiar sound of the apartment door unlocking. Emily had returned. She rushed into the room, her eyes filled with concern. Tracer smiled weakly, relief washing over her as she recounted the events of the day. "Love, you won't believe what happened," Tracer began, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and exhaustion.

June is squirming. "Come on!" says June worriedly. "Just flush!" She plunges the toilet again, but it's no use. June had been holding herself for the past four hours, and the toilet water is on the brink of overflow. What could've caused this? June wonders. Could it be faulty plumbing? A loose pipe? The world being against her? June's legs cross tightly. June catches her breath, and with all her might, she plunges the toilet again. The water almost comes out of the toilet bowl, and June squirms. June would've used the toilet at work earlier, but there were… complications. Let me tell you. One of June’s co-workers had bought everyone a coffee around eight in the morning, and June drank hers with delight. Little did she know that this delight would soon turn into extreme desperation. June started needing to pee around nine o' clock, and she still had three hours left on her shift. Once the store was relatively empty, June rushed to the restroom door, only to find out it was occupied. June waited and waited. June then saw some customers walking in out of the corner of her eye. June rushed back to her work area. They ordered, and sat down. June handed the customers' order to the barista, thinking it was over, and started walking back to the restroom. Only then more people came in, and more, and more, and MORE. June realized that the restroom would have to wait, and she had a good line of people to take orders from. By the end of it, her bladder was mostly full, but still manageable. Around two hours till the end of her shift, she started to feel the pressure of her bladder. The shop was still full, so she grabbed herself a chair to make it easier to hold herself. The manager saw this, and scolded her for sitting down while working. The manager took away her chair, and left June barely holding herself together. Come around one hour till the end of her shift, June is squirming. June worked with her legs crossed, and the coldness of the AC made her desperation even worse. It also didn't help with the ambience of coffee being poured. The long pouring sounds made June long for release. With five minutes to the end of her shift, June was counting the seconds on the clock. tick… tock… tick… tock… June squeezed her legs even tighter. With one last order to go, she was brimming with relief. The customer received their coffee, and everyone started closing up shop. June rushed to the bathroom faster than ever before, and one of her co-workers was already locking it up. "NO!" thought June. "Can you unlock it?!" asked June. "I already locked it." said the co-worker. "I don’t feel like it." June's co-worker walked past her, and June was on the brink of wetting herself. There was only one option. June got in her car and drove fast. June ran over a pothole, and gripped herself harder than before. The road was bumpy, long, and rough. The bumpiness of the road was almost enough to make her lose control. June sped faster and faster, until she hit a red light. She stopped immediately, and her seatbelt pushed against her bladder. June squeezed her privates hard, and tears came to her eyes. "COME ON!" cried June. June waited. and waited. The traffic light then turned green. June picked up speed once again, and drove to her house. Once June arrived, She rushed out of her car to her door. June scrambled for her keys, and unlocked the door. She ran to her bathroom, and slammed the door shut. June opened the toilet bowl, and the toilet was clogged. "Oh no!" cried June. "OH NO!" June quickly reached for the plunger. She plunged the toilet water down, and flushed. The water then rised. And just like that, we're back where we started. June doesn't know what her future holds, but she sure hopes it doesn't involve wetting herself. "Come on!" says June worriedly. "Just flush!" She plunges the toilet again, but it's no use. The toilet water is on the brink of overflow, and June's legs cross tightly. June catches her breath, and with all her might, she plunges the toilet again. The water almost comes out of the toilet bowl, and June squirms. Her bladder tingles her insides, and the pressure builds up. Tears run down June's face. "FLUSH, DAMN IT!" screams June. June plunges the toilet again, and flushes. The water rises back up again, and has no sign of going down. June is at her breaking point. June doesn't want to pee all over the floor, so she crosses her legs, and looks around for anything to plug herself with. June doesn't have time for this. She could wet herself any second! She continues to look around and finds nothing. June considers using her hand to stop any potential leaking, but she knows this won't work. June then plunges the toilet once more. The water rises even higher. June squirms. June then finds herself doing a "potty dance" and realizes it's getting harder and harder to hold it. She can't handle any more of this. The pressure is too strong and her bladder is too full. June crosses her legs once more, and she bursts. "Wait... no, no no NO!" realizes June. June is leaking into her shorts. June can't believe this. She then stalls her stream for a good two seconds, and glances at the plunger. June then makes a split second decision. June pulls down her shorts and panties just enough so she can hop herself onto the plunger stick. The plunger stick goes in deep, and plugs her stream. June grunts with pleasure. June's stream uses what little molecular room it has to barely escape down the plunger stick. this warms and tingles June's pussy, and she squeezes tight. June realizes that she'll still need to pee at the end of all this, so she needs to find a way to unclog the toilet. June grabs the plunger stick with her hands, and plunges the toilet with the plunger still inside of her. This causes June to moan. June plunges the toilet again. Each time she plunges, the stick moves up and down inside of her pussy. June moans with pleasure, and continues to plunge. June flushes the toilet, and the water rises back up again. June continues to plunge up and down. Her bladder is filled to the max, and the urine that sloshes around her insides create a sensation like no other. June can really feel the coffee she drank now. June plunges the toilet one final time, and the water... goes down?! June is beyond excited. June takes the plunger out of the toilet, and attempts at pulling it out of her privates. No luck. Each pull she is reminded of how badly she needs to pee, and with each pull she moans with pleasure. June tugs and tugs, her bladder now expanding a little bit out of her stomach. June tugs one final time, and puts all of her strength into it. June pulls, and gets knocked to the floor. the plunger falls to the floor as well, and June's clothes snap back on top of her privates. Because of the sheer force of her hitting the ground, June starts leaking again, and notices rather quickly. June squeezes her legs together. "Come on!" squirms June. "You can make it!" June stands up and tries to make it to the toilet, but it's all too late. June starts leaking, attempts to stop it, leaks again, attempts to stop it, and leaks again. June's urine hasn't leaked out of her shorts yet, so she rushes to the toilet bowl standing, and loses control. Her shorts are soaked. June is ashamed of what she's doing, but it feels so good. June's stream is flooding out of her shorts loudly, and eventually golden waterfalls of urine are leaking down her thighs. June's panties are completely soaked, and as she sits down on the toilet, her flood then fills the back of her panties, and leaks into her rear. The warmth of her urine remains ongoing, and shows no signs of stopping. Tears run down June’s face. "Why...?" cries June. June waits it out. Two whole minutes.