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  1. Two women eating and drinking and talking in a restaurant and both desperate to pee with plenty of leg movement/crossed legs and hand thrusts into their crotch to hold their pee back. Each in turn go to check if the bathroom if free and each time it's not, they both end up peeing themselves on the seats they are sat on. Note; Not a nice thing to do really as someone as to clean this mess up. ScreenCapture_2019-2-16 10.02.36.mp4
  2. Hello everyone. What's your favourite desperation scenario? And what's your favourite thing to wear? Mines is being stuck in the car for hours on end with no hope while wearing leggings or tights (know I'm a guy but Fuck it I always shave my legs). Or having a pee holding challenge.
  3. drenna

    The Silver Key

    Hello! This is my first crack at an interactive story! I decided after reading so many amazing interactive stories that I wanted to try one out myself. Sorry for the utter lack of omo in this first chapter, but I promise there will be more in later entries! Fair warning though, story and characters will most likely take more priority over omo most of the time. Not all entries will be this long, and some will be even longer. I'm just going to go with the flow with this one and write as I go along. I sincerely hope you all enjoy!! ? Chapter 1 All was quiet at the Ainsworth Estate. Victor, the man of the house, was finally going to sleep after a long evening in his study. Maria, his wife, had been sleeping soundly for a few hours now. She stirred from her rest and sleepily smiled at her husband as he settled into bed beside her. The two fell into a peaceful slumber only minutes later. With all the servants resting in their quarters as well, only one resident of the house was left awake. Arabella Ainsworth sat straight up, having heard her parents' bedroom door shut. "Finally." She muttered. The young girl hopped down from her large and plush bed, already pulling her nightgown over her head. She had to be quick and quiet, lest someone in the house woke up or came to check on her before she could leave. She rushed over to her mahogany wardrobe, swinging the doors open and pushing aside a few dresses. Hidden in back corner of the wardrobe was a well-worn leather bag, a set of clothes, and finally, a silver rapier, stolen from her father's armory. The girl still couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it was missing. Arabella hurriedly put on her clothes, a simple white blouse with brown pants and a belt, before slipping on her knee-high boots. To complete her outfit, she fished her long, dark green overcoat out of her wardrobe as well. She put it on and pulled her curly, brown hair out of the collar. After clipping the sheathed rapier to her waist, Arabella slung her bag over her shoulders and took a deep breath. She was ready. It was time to go. "Oh, wait." She whispered to herself. The girl shrugged off her backpack and rummaged through it, pulling out a large envelope. "To Mother and Father," it read. She placed it on the pillow of her bed. Once she'd taken one last look at her room, Arabella ventured out into the halls of her soon to be former home. She sneaked down the spiral staircase she used to run up and down as a child, past the kitchen where her mother used to make breakfast every morning, and finally, to the front door. Arabella glanced behind her once more, knowing that she still had the chance to go back. She could simply go back upstairs and climb into bed. No one would be any the wiser in the morning. "No." She thought, clenching her fists. "I can't stay here." Taking another deep breath, Arabella opened the front door, and took the first step of her journey. ................................................................................................................................................................................... It took a while to get off of her family's property, but eventually, Arabella felt that it was safe to rest. She sat down on the forest floor, looking up to the star filled sky above. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silvery light on the land below. The moonlight combined with the sight and sound of the trees rustling in the wind gave the forest an ethereal atmosphere. A perfect beginning to a grand adventure, in Arabella's opinion. She smiled to herself, butterflies running rampant in her stomach. Finally, after so many years of longing, she was free. Free to explore the world. Free to become whoever she wanted to be. But first, she had to get as far away from home as possible. Arabella stood up and stretched a bit. As she did, she felt a tiny pang from her lower abdomen. Shoot, she knew she'd forgotten to do something before she left! The girl shifted in place a bit, gauging her need. It wasn't too bad, and Arabella had confidence she'd be able to make it to the nearby town and find a proper privy before she was forced to do anything...indecent. She pulled out her map and compass, checked to make sure she was still going the right way, and continued down the path. Not too much later, Arabella was making her way through the forest when something caught her attention. The sound of a twig snapping. She whipped around, hand already resting on her rapier's handle, but saw nothing. She listened for a few seconds more, straining her ears, and heard some leaves rustling in the same direction. What did Arabella do? A) It's probably just an animal. Let your guard down and continue walking B) It's probably nothing...but just in case... Continue walking, but keep your guard up C) Hey, who's there?! Stand your ground and unsheathe your rapier D) I'll strike first! Try and pinpoint the source of the noise, and attack E) Oh, fuck this. Attempt to run away
  4. Since some of us have been asking for more cam models who do pee desperation, I have been searching for just that. Kayra was our first largely popular model, and I know anya and marcus have had a few shows too (very nice couple btw and I look forward to their next show). However since no model is on all the time, we often have been left searching endlessly to find another bladder queen(at least i have been), not to replace our favorites, but to give us more models who are willing to hold. I have found another girl who is not only willing to indulge us, but was quite eager to give it a try once I showed her our forum. I explained what most of us were after, drinking lots, holding as long as she can, and as big and full of a bladder as she can possibly handle! She is excited and offering to give us a holding show on Tuesday at 2am eastern time. The idea being she will start drinking some before hand, and its up to us to show up and tip her to drink more and continue to hold, much like kayra did. She is newer to holding, so by no means am I expecting her to drink as much and hold as long as our queen kayra did, but she seems up for the challenge, and will start by attempting 2 liters for 2 hours (we'll see how it goes from there). Now here's the fun part for now, after some very playful convincing back and forth, we agreed that I buy her a bottle and she would drink that liter right then, on an already 10/10 full bladder. Granted she didn't last much longer after that *evil laugh*, but I did get her explicit consent to both take screenshots and post them here for you all. For the show, 100 tokens buys one liter, same as usual. However I made it very clear to her that she should not drink more than she can handle, and we don't want to make her sick, so be gentle! There is nothing specifically set for when she reaches her holding limit, some of you may decide to take her for a private show, maybe we decide on a public goal closer to the show, but I know she is hesitant to full on pee on cam publicly because of chaturbate rules on pee content. As long as she is just holding and not peeing, we see no issue with the public portion of the show, which after all, the holding is mainly what I'm after, and I know the same is true for many of you. For random other challenges...well I'm sure you guys have plenty you can think of, and if you enjoy the show, that would definitely help keep her around. Same as last time, I'm not asking you guys to go throw money at her, but this is the offer that has been presented, and I sure as shit will be participating ? Here are a select few screenshots, some of her drinking, posing, and of course, the best bladder bulge angles I could get from her. Enjoy! ...or shall I say, bottoms up? ? Link to her channel: https://chaturbate.com/alexa_bite/ My referral link if you choose to sign up so you can chat(since i never posted one with kayra, might aswell now), I get bonus tokens if you do, I will not be offended if you choose not to: http://chaturbate.com/in/?tour=4uT2&campaign=a8ZXt&track=purchasetokens and this last one is a bit blurry, but its the lowest angle I could get and I think you guys will understand why ?
  5. drenna

    female A Long Shift

    Hello! This is a story I wrote for OmoL, who had the idea of a waitress from a diner getting desperate at work and rushing home to use the toilet. Even though I don't think it's my best work writing-wise, I had a lot of fun working on this, and I hope you all enjoy reading it ? “Hey ma'am? Can I get another glass of sweet tea?” Laura stopped in her tracks, looking to the customer with an anxious expression on her face. She managed to force a smile and respond, “Of course.” She grabbed the pitcher of iced tea off the nearby counter and walked towards the customer slowly, cautiously. The pitcher had just been filled, and Laura had to move with great care to make sure none of the liquid sloshed out. You could say the pitcher and Laura’s bladder had a few things in common. It’d had been a long and busy day at the diner where Laura worked. People just kept pouring in, never giving the staff a chance to catch their breath. It was also in the middle of summer, and although the a.c worked just fine, it did little to help with so many individuals packed into one space. Between running from table to table and grabbing food from the scorching hot kitchen, Laura had to drink a lot of water throughout the day just to keep from overheating. Sadly, gulping down glasses of water was all Laura had time to do. As the day had progressed she made many attempts to run the restroom, but something always got in the way. A broken glass that needed to be swept up, another table that needed to be served, or another customer asking for a refill. Finding it increasingly hard to keep still, Laura rubbed her thighs together as she poured, the sound of trickling liquid torturing her. Thankfully, everything above her knees was covered by the 1950s-esque waitress dress she was required to wear. After being thanked by the customer, Laura put the pitcher back down and glanced at the clock hanging above her. It read 6:30 pm. “Oh thank God.” Laura thought, rushing to get out of sight and clock out before she was asked to do anything else. She shuffled into the empty break room, closing the door behind her before pressing her legs together and bouncing up and down. It felt so good to be able to squirm after having to hide her need for so long. Once she felt a bit more in control, Laura grabbed her things and took a quick look in the mirror propped up against the wall. Her dark brown hair was a mess, slowly falling out of the bun she had put it in before work started. There were faint, dark circles beneath her hazel eyes, a result of staying up late before remembering she had work in the morning. The dress she was wearing clung to her curvy figure well, but it was a bit wrinkled from all the running around she did. It was a good thing her shift was ending, because she was starting to look a bit unhinged. Laura straightened out her appearance the best she could before throwing all of her things in her bag and heading to the restroom, which was right by the back door of the building. Her bladder quivered in anticipation as she drew closer and she had to stop and squirm for a moment to calm it down. However, when Laura approached the door, her heart dropped down to her stomach. In front of her was a crudely written sign that read, “OUT OF ORDER”. “Shit…” Laura hissed, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She tried to go in anyway but the door was locked. She felt her bladder jolt once again, unhappy that it's chance to empty was snatched away. It looked like she would just have to try and make it home. Sighing, Laura tore herself away from the restroom and walked out of the building. She hopped into her car and took a few minutes to fidget in private, steeling herself for the long drive ahead, before pulling out of the parking lot. “It usually only takes about 20 minutes to get home.” Laura thought. “I should be able to hold that long…” Laura wished she didn’t have to drive, longing to press her legs together. Whenever she didn’t have two hands on the wheel she placed one on her lap, just barely resisting the urge to shove it between her thighs. She placed a hand on her stomach to rub her sore bladder, and was horrified to feel something round and hard. She glanced down to find that her bladder was so full that it was beginning to bulge out of her abdomen. This revelation only seemed to increase Laura’s desperation, and she whimpered as she writhed around in her seat. “Only ten more minutes…” Even with the ticking time bomb in her abdomen being squished by her seat-belt, Laura didn’t think she was in too much trouble. She was confident that she would make it home dry, even though it might be a bit of close call. That confidence was shattered when she turned the corner to see a block of cars in the distance. “Oh for fuck’s sake...” She said, slowing and eventually stopping behind the car in front of her. “Of course there’s traffic.” A work convoy a few miles ahead was causing traffic to move unimaginably slow. Laura dug her nails into her thigh while she rocked back and forth, her patience wearing down by the minute, and took the opportunity to cross her legs tightly while she waited for the road to clear. She couldn’t manage to sit still, feeling like she’d burst if she stopped moving for even a second. “Gotta pee, gotta pee…” Fifteen minutes later, Laura was officially frantic. She was bouncing, scissoring her legs, rubbing her thighs together and anything else she could think of to try and keep everything in. She finally gave into the urge to hold herself and pressed a hand into the skirt of her dress. The relief it offered drew a quivering sigh from her lips, but it still wasn’t nearly enough. Laura wished she could sit on her heel and grind into it for more pressure, but her car was too small. On the bright side, traffic was beginning to clear, and Laura uncrossed her legs so she could drive properly, despite the ache in her abdomen and between her legs that advised against it. Rocking her hips, Laura drove as fast as she legally could, whimpering and cursing to herself all the while. The pressure was getting excruciating, and the simple thought of getting to the toilet was enough to make her bladder spasm. Finally, Laura was right down the street from her home. She came across another red light and shoved both of her hands into her crotch once she’d stopped the car. She was panting now, her body tense and legs quivering with the effort to keep her seat dry. “Oh, I have to go-ah!” Laura yelped. She felt something warm and wet escape her, dampening her hands. She looked down and found a small wet spot on her dress. A string of curses escaped her mouth as Laura held herself even tighter, begging the light to turn green before she leaked again. Once it did, Laura sped down the road and pulled into her driveway. She grabbed her bag, got out of the car and hobbled to the front door, keeping a hand buried between her thighs. She bounced up and down while she frantically searched for her keys. “Come on, come on…!” She whined, feeling another couple of drops leak out, and began to dance from foot to foot as she shoved the key into the door. As soon as the door opened, Laura nearly collapsed into the house, slamming the door behind her and dropping her things before shoving her other hand into her crotch. She ran in place for a second, begging her body to hold on for just a few more minutes. Slowly, Laura shuffled down the hall towards her bathroom, pausing every few seconds to squeeze her legs together. Another few spurts escaped her the second she placed her hand on the door knob. It took all of Laura’s willpower not to give into the relief, trembling as she felt streams of piss rolling down her leg. She knew she only had a few seconds left before the dam broke. She had to make one final push. After taking a deep breath, Laura threw open the door and dashed to the toilet, scrambling to slide down her underwear as her bladder let out leak after leak. Finally, Laura sat down on the toilet and let go. Laura buried her face in her hands and let out a loud moan of relief. The sound of her stream was almost deafening, pounding against the water below. The ache in her abdomen slowly disappeared along with with the bulge her bladder had created, and she lost herself in the feeling of release after holding for so long. By the time she was done, Laura was almost panting with relief. However, she knew she hadn’t made it home completely dry, and looked down to inspect the damage. Her underwear was completely soaked, along with her legs. She noticed that there were multiple drops on the floor, and a small puddle outside the bathroom door, which she neglected to close. “Thank God I live alone…” She thought. Although she basically wet herself, and had a bit of a mess to clean up, Laura was satisfied. She was just happy to not have that unbearable sensation between her legs anymore. However, for some odd reason, she felt another, more pleasurable one, take its place.
  6. Basically what the title says. Is there an indication or a sign that gives you a heads up a few seconds before completely losing it? Like, whenever you feel it, that's when you KNOW you're gonna lose control any second now. I always give up and run into the bathroom if it starts to hurt for a while. So I dont know myself
  7. I was planning on going online again tonight and doing a hold, either through chat or the live-action tread on the forum. However, I had to go outside after dinner to run an errand (namely go to the nearest public-transport station and put some more credit on my bus-card). Since it was rather okayish weather I decided to walk there. I felt a slight urge to go, but since I was planning on holding it, I did not want to go to the bathroom before leaving my house - especially since the trip to the public transport station would only take be 40 minutes back and forward. However, it was really cold outside (around freezing point), and soon I was feeling my urge increasing and my bladder becoming more and more full, painfully so. I just kept walking and found that as long as I kept moving I was rather okay. At the public transport station, I had to walk the stairs and then stand still at a machine - that was really difficult. Once I stopped moving and did not have anything else to focus on, I really felt my bladder and I could feel the "waves" of desperation in which I would feel like almost losing a little bit. I could also not only feel the desperation in my bladder, but also as a pressure down there, as if the floodgates were just holding it all back. I decided to go home as fast as I could. After about 15 minutes, my desperation had increased to a crazy level. I just had to cross the park, and walk to my house, what normally took me about 5 minutes. Walking down from a small hill in the park, something in my balance changed and I lost a spurt of pee into my panties and leggings. I didn't actually dare to feel how much I had lost, but just stood still for a few seconds to regain control before moving on as fast as I dared. To get from the park to the residential area, I had to cross a small bridge. Walking up and down that bridge was the worst thing ever, and I almost thought I was going to lose it that close to home. However, I clenched my tights together and walked on with small steps, as fast as I dared to go. The last part of my walk I had to walk past other houses, where many people lived that I knew. In order to not stand out when ignoring my neighbours (in case I would meet any of them outside), I used the earplugs I was wearing and my phone to fake a phone call. Faking a phone call was rather difficult, because every time another wave of desperation (which was more of a constant at that point) hit, it would become very hard to talk. The short walk through my neighbourhood felt like an eternity, but I finally made it home. I entered through the front door and was so relieved to be home. I tried to unzip my jacket, but I leaked a bit more. Pressing my tights together I quickly took off my jacket, but at this point, I was almost constantly leaking. The last meters to the toilet I made with my tights pressed together in an effort to stop the leaking. At the toilet, I did not even dare to take the time to take of my leggings and panties, and I just sat down, while starting to pee full force in my leggings and panties. I turned on the lights, and was able to inspect the damage while still peeing - and my black leggings were almost wet to my knees! I hadn't even realised I had lost this much pee before sitting down on the toilet. The pee on the toilet seemed to go on forever, and then I just sat there to let the pee drip out of my clothing and into the toilet. Upon leaving the toilet, and turning on the light on the hallway, I saw the evidence that I had not really made it to the toilet. Not only had my leggings been wet up to my knees, but I had also left a trail of pee-drops in the hallway. I quickly took a small towel and cleaned the floor, before taking off my leggings and panties and putting on a fresh pair of leggings (without the panties this time). It seems as if tonight is another laundry night. So while the holding was partially intentional, although not planned to go to that intense of a level, the not-fully-making it was definitely not intended. Have you ever had something like this happen to you in a hold?
  8. The Preamble (aka Author's Notes, aka About This Fic) Dedications! For @Bangarang and @SAM996, here's a story of intense desperation fueled by bathroom hogging and a baby-proofed toilet. @luckymon2, this is a double desperation at a house party, with the protagonists intentionally delaying themselves relief, so this one's for you too! Fingers crossed, hoping you all like it! On the structure of this fic! I tried to keep it short, I really did, but I couldn't help writing a long-ass buildup. Really couldn't help it *shrug*. It is still too short for a proper multi-chaptered fic, but way too long for a one-shot. So I am breaking this in to parts - * Parts 1 to 5 is the setup & build up. There isn't a lot of actual description of desperation here - it shows the protagonists filling up, and mentions other people bursting for a pee though. * Part-6: About 1k words of pure male desperation, caused by bathroom hogging. If you don't care for the setup, you can read this along with Part-8 as a standalone. * Part-7: About 800 words of pure female desperation, caused by a baby-proofed toilet. You can read this along with Part-8 as a standalone. * Part-8: Double desperation, and conclusion.I will post 1 or 2 parts each day, as soon as I finish the final editing ?
  9. FullBladder85

    female Groundhog's Day for Kate

    Hey guys. Some of you might remember a story of extreme female desperation I posted over a year ago about Karl and his wife Kate, called The Wife Who Had To Hold It. I mentioned at the time that I wanted to come back to these characters to write another story with them sometime later, and well, now's the time to do it I feel. If you haven't read the previous story (it's a good one but very long), it's not necessary to enjoy this story, it only explains a bit of the background between Kate & Karl. ====== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #1 If you've read my previous stories about my sexy wife Kate, than you'll know how she's prideful of her bladder of steel. You'll know how Kate is such a big environmentalist that she pees as infrequently as possible to save water on flushing the toilet. That was how I was able to talk Kate into us installing a urinal in our home bathroom. You'll also know how Kate agreed years ago to only let herself take a piss after I had peed in our home urinal 3 times since Kate's last piss. And you'll know how I built up enough of an iron bladder over the years to last over 24 hours without a piss, and therefore deny Kate a piss for several days in a row. Despite how many years me and Kate have been living under the rules of this challenge, I had never been able to crack Kate's bladder once. I've made Kate extremely desperate, and seemingly only seconds away from pissing herself. But never once had Kate lost control of her perfect iron bladder, Kate was always able to hold it until she was finally allowed to pee under the rules of our challenge. Over the years Kate had become quite smug about the fact that I had never once been able to best her iron bladder, even with the rules rigged heavily in my favor. On top of that, Kate always without exception drank 3 gallons of fluids (or more!) in a day as part of her diet, and because we lived in a hot climate. I drank a lot of fluids myself in day, but nowhere near as much as Kate did. Over the years I had tried to challenge Kate to keep on waiting after my 3rd piss until she couldn't wait any longer. But Kate's response was always one of the following, or a combination of them: 1. "You know the rules Karl. If you want to see me wait longer, than you'll have to learn how to hold it in longer". 2. "You'll never break my iron bladder Karl. I'm much too tough a lady and tough of a wife to ever lose control of my iron bladder". 3. "Why would I ever agree to continue to hold it until I can't wait anymore Karl? I like winning, and that's a bet even I would lose, eventually". 4. "Me lose control of my bladder? That'll never happen Karl. I can hold on a lot longer than you think". One day Kate took pity on me after I was forced yet again to take my 3rd piss and let Kate finally empty herself. "If you really want to try to beat my iron bladder Karl, you should try to drink a lot more fluids throughout the day" Kate said as she sat herself on the toilet. "But I already drink a lot of fluids throughout the day Kate" I replied as Kate began to calmly piss a gusher. Though Kate tried to look like she had barely needed to go after over 3 days of holding it, the relief written across her face clearly said otherwise. "But not as much as me Karl, you drink a little more than 2 gallons a day at most, while I always drink 3 gallons a day or more. Try it Karl, keep up with my drinking for a while and give your bladder a workout. Of course you won't be able to hold it as long at first with all those extra drinks Karl, but that'll be your goal to work for to improve your bladder". "Sure you're not just trying to make things easier on yourself for a while Kate" I asked her. "Just the opposite Karl" Kate had replied smoothly as she continued to piss a gusher. "I enjoy challenging myself to hold it even longer. I want you to hold it longer so that I have no choice but to hold it even longer. Besides... maybe it'll help you finally beat me one of these days". At first I didn't listen to Kate's suggestion. But then after some more encouragement and pestering from Kate I decided to try it. It took me several months to work myself up to peeing just once a day again instead of twice a day under my greater liquid intake, but Kate's advice did help a lot. Kate started to drink even more herself throughout the day at the same time. Kate went from drinking 3 gallons a day to drinking closer to 4 gallons a day. While this was going on, I tried to figure out the same thing I had for years. How could I arrange a situation where Kate had no choice but to continue to wait and hold it for hours or even days longer after I took my third piss? I tried to pee at places or times when I knew Kate couldn't or wouldn't pee, like in my last story, but I could never delay her trip to the toilet long enough for me to need to take a 4th piss, let alone for Kate to lost control of her iron bladder. Not even camping trips, far from any kind of public toilets that Kate would use, had been able to break Kate's iron bladder in the past. One day however a new tactic dawned on me. I didn't have to try to arrange situations to endlessly stall Kate's much needed visit to the toilet when she was allowed to go under our rules. Instead, I could use Kate's own pride to keep her waiting if I pushed her buttons just right at the right opportunity. That opportunity came one day on a Sunday evening. I had been holding it for the last 24 hours, and I had been quite desperate since the mid-afternoon. But finally, by 9 PM, after 24 hours of holding it, I couldn't wait any longer. This piss would be my 3rd piss since Kate had last peed, which was one reason Kate came to the bathroom to watch as I whipped my cock out and started to piss a gusher in the urinal. Just standing in the bathroom, next to the inviting white toilet bowl, and watching me piss a gusher in the urinal next to it was surely torture on Kate's bursting iron bladder. Kate had last taken a piss on Thursday evening at 9 PM, which was almost exactly 72 hours ago. On top of that, Kate hadn't bothered to take her 4 inch high heel shoes off, so her painful footwear was surely only adding yet more pressure to her surely exhausted bladder. Our rules technically didn't say that Kate had to stand there and wait for me to finish my piss in the urinal before she could seat herself on the toilet seat and piss her own gusher. But Kate always did it regardless, as if to push herself just a little bit farther each time. For Kate to seat herself on the toilet now before I finished would be admitting weakness in her mind, and Kate's pride couldn't allow that no matter what her bladder said. Kate tried to play the calm & prideful wife with the iron bladder who wasn't dying to be able to release her pent up piss in just a moment. But even so, I caught Kate grimacing out of the corner of my eye as I first started to piss my gusher. Still, despite Kate's extreme desperation after 72 hours of waiting, and the large bladder bulge that was visible, she didn't allow herself to grip her pussy. Nor did she let herself fidget around in desperation as she surely so wanted to. Instead she stood with her arms crossed, and her legs slightly spread. "So Kate, how desperate are you to finally be able to piss your gusher now" I asked. "You must be glad that you can finally piss after 3 long days of waiting". "You must be joking Karl" replied my wife. "You must know by now that I'm such a tough wife that you don't even make it a challenge for my iron bladder anymore". Kate tried to keep her face calm, but I could see the enormous strain on her bladder's sphincter muscles that she was dealing with and trying to hide. Me and Kate had drank a bit of alcohol earlier in the evening, and I had been stroking Kate's pride through it. So Kate's arrogant reply despite the strain already on her iron bladder was exactly as I had expected and hoped for. "Oh come on Kate" I said, "I know your pussy is as eager to piss a gusher as my penis is to be pissing right now. You'll be ripping your jeans and panties down to your knees the second my piss is finished, and you'll already be pissing a gusher even before your butt touches the toilet seat". As I said this I noticed Kate's hands were already starting to unbutton her jeans even as I continued to piss away in the urinal. Kate noticed it to, and stopped, with only the top button undone. I smiled at Kate, knowing she had helped prove my point. Kate looked a bit ticked off at herself for walking right into it. "Oh hush Karl, I am not as eager to piss as your penis is" Kate replied in her prideful tone. "Unlike you and your penis, me and my pussy could still wait and hold it a while longer if we had to". Seeing my chance now, I moved in to try to push Kate to agree to keep waiting even longer. "Well yeah, I'm sure you could wait a couple more hours Kate" I said in my Mr. Reasonable voice. "But there's certainly no way you could keep waiting until tomorrow morning, let alone beyond that, you're much too desperate to pee already Kate". As I hoped for, Kate got a fire burning in her eyes at that statement. "You don't know how tough your wife and her iron bladder is then Karl" Kate said with some anger in her voice now. "I could easily hold it throughout the night, all through work tomorrow, and beyond that point to". My piss finally finished as Kate was talking, but Kate restrained herself and didn't rush to use the toilet the second I finished like she often did. I knew it was now or never to seal the deal as I flushed the urinal. "Well, I guess we'll never know the answer to that Kate" I replied. "Unless you were to agree to continue to hold it, say until I had to take my 4th piss since you last had a pee 72 hours ago". Kate was silent for several seconds now as she glared at me, standing just a few feet away from the inviting white toilet bowl promising her sweet relief now. Kate could have easily resumed unbuttoning her jeans, and sliding them and her panties off so that she could take her urgently needed piss now. But instead Kate stood there, on her painful high heels, with a boiling load of piss still brewing between her legs, and continued to stare into my eyes. I could tell Kate was seriously contemplating what to do in that silence. Finally Kate broke the silence. "You know how a certain lady loves to challenge herself Karl" she said with pride. "My bladder's floodgates will remain sealed, until you have to open your bladder's own floodgates and take a 4th piss since I last had a pee. No matter how long that takes". "Are you sure Kate" I asked playfully now as I put a hand on the raised toilet lid. "Last chance for a certain tough girl to change her mind and pee in a very long time Kate". "My jealous pussy will hate me for it Karl, I have to pee pretty bad already. But yes I'm certain, I'm a tough wife and I can hold it quite a while longer than just 3 days if I have to" Kate replied. I slammed the toilet lid down with finality, to signify Kate's now lost chance to take a much needed pee. "The ladies room is now closed Kate, I sure hope you can wait until it's available next time" I announced with a grin. I pointed at the button on her jeans Kate had undone a moment earlier. "You ought to button that back up Kate, you won't be needing to unbutton it anytime soon now". Kate smiled and nodded her head as she reached down to re-button the top of her jeans. Kate allowed a slight groan to escape her lips as the button re-added a bit of pressure to her bladder. "Oh my" whispered Kate playfully. "I think I made a mistake passing up that toilet Karl. I could really use a piss right about now". Kate 'playfully' gripped her crotch and squirmed for added emphasis. "Is the ladies room still open for a certain desperate lady who hasn't peed in 3 whole days Karl?". "Sorry, but the ladies room is going to be closed for a long while Kate" I replied. "You'll just have to wait until then". "Oh... gosh I sure hope I can wait that long" Kate muttered in pretend nervousness. "You boys sure have it easy being able to unzip and pee almost anywhere... that would really come in handy for me right now". Kate bit her lips as she glanced anxiously at the closed toilet lid, and the urinal she couldn't use. "But I am a lady, so I guess I'll just have to wait. It's a good thing I'm so good at waiting". I grinned at Kate, "I know you've been waiting to pee for 3 days already Kate, you could use a distraction from that desperate need" I said. Kate nodded while shifting her legs around desperately in her high heels. "Well what better distraction than the two of us sharing a pitcher of lemonade together" I asked in a tone that was daring Kate not to say no. Kate knew full well I was challenging her. "I don't think that'll help my poor unlucky bladder Karl" she replied knowingly, "but... you know how much I love lemonade". Lemonade was Kate's favorite drink, which was why I had suggested it over another beverage. Kate was grinning now at the challenge. "I know you don't think I can handle it Karl, but my iron bladder is much tougher than you realize". With that, Kate led the way to the kitchen. Despite the state of her bladder, Kate ended up having 4 of the 6 glasses of lemonade in the 3 liter pitcher. Later as we were getting ready for bed Kate eagerly agreed to some full bladder sex, during which Kate was gripping her pussy and squirming around a lot. My doubt that Kate could last the night, let alone the day tomorrow, must have been written on my face, because as I closed my eyes Kate whispered "I'm stronger than you think Karl, I will hold it for you and your silly bet. Maybe then you'll learn why it's futile to challenge to me and my unbreakable bladder". "Or maybe I'll finally discover that even your bladder has its limits" I whispered back playfully. ===== Groundhog's Day for Kate, Part #2 The next morning me and Kate were awaken at 7 AM by our alarm clock. Kate hadn't peed in 82 hours by now as she got out of bed with her rock hard bladder bulge quite visible in her skimpy lingerie. Kate allowed herself to squirm around a bit and grip her crotch for a moment in desperation as she fought against her urgent need for a morning piss. Kate noticed me standing by the bed staring at her as she stood up and calmly removed her hands from her crotch, stopped squirming, and smiled. "I guess the ladies room is still going to be closed for a while yet isn't it Karl" she asked me playfully. I nodded in agreement. "Certain guys sure can take a while to reopen the ladies room Karl... it's almost... as if they don't want desperate girls like me to pee for a long time". "There's nothing but your own pride preventing you from barging in to use the ladies room anyway Kate" I reminded her. I liked to give Kate an 'out' at times, she never took it, even if she so badly needed it. "No thanks, I'll be good Karl" Kate replied quickly to show that she was still up for the challenge from last night. "I've already waited all day for the last couple of days without giving my poor bladder any relief. I can do it again today if your bladder makes me". Me and Kate soon got dressed for the day. Without any important visitors expected at work today Kate grabbed a fashionable pair of jeans and a business casual shirt. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder the jeans would fit Kate quite comfortably. But with 82 hours worth of boiling piss contained inside her rock hard bladder bulge I knew the jeans would be a more uncomfortable fit for Kate. But Kate, even with her surely desperate need, was used to wearing clothing too tight around her bladder region. So Kate's body language remained calm, even as she zipped and buttoned her jeans shut. Kate didn't even flinch when she tightened her belt and locked the buckle. And of course Kate finished up the outfit by slipping on a pair of fashionable high heels that she knew full well would torture her aching, bursting bladder all day whenever she stood up or walked anywhere. Without another word between us, me and Kate headed for the kitchen to have some breakfast, as well as share a 3 liter pitcher of spring water. Like we usually did we both had 3 glasses of it over breakfast before it was drained. Before we left for work Kate couldn't help but grab herself a cold bottle of spring water from the fridge, all while I smiled knowingly at her. "Just because I've really gotta pee bad doesn't mean I don't get thirsty Karl" Kate replied with a smile. We arrived at work shortly before 9 AM, by which time Kate had finished draining her bottle of water. Me and Kate kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways in the office until we got together for lunch at 1 PM. Both of us had our share of drinks in the morning at work. I had 2 large cups of coffee, and 3 bottles of water, which I thought was a lot, until I learned Kate had drank same and an additional bottle of water. By the time we went to lunch I was really needing a piss myself. But of course there was no way I going to, because that would let Kate pee as well, unless I somehow talked her into waiting even longer, which I wasn't going to count on. Kate, despite having gone 88 hours without a piss now, was relatively calm as we went out to lunch together. She even teased me a bit about needing to go 'already' when she caught me squirming in the car. "What's the matter Karl? Don't tell me you need to pee already, it's only been 16 hours for you. I thought you were going to make this a challenge for me". "We'll see about that when I make you piss yourself Kate" I replied good naturedly. "I know you'll be crossing your legs and squirming around underneath the table when you don't think anyone will be looking". "I'd like to see you hold it for three and a half days and only cross your legs under the table a bit" Kate countered. Lunch passed uneventfully. Despite how desperate we both were Kate drank 3 large glasses of soda over lunch, while I had 2. I was still aiming to drink 3 gallons a day, and Kate 4 gallons a day, under our liquid heavy diet, so neither of us had a choice in the matter of not drinking so much. Kate tried to look calm sitting across the table from me, but I could tell from her strained body language that she was having a lot more trouble keeping her full bladder's dam shut then she was letting on. I tried to not let see Kate see just how bad off I was, but I did my share of leg crossing and crotch grabbing under the table. After lunch me and Kate went our separate ways in the office again. I don't know about Kate, since she would never admit it to me, but as the day went on, I knew I was getting more distracted by my giant urge for a piss. It didn't help that I drank another 5 bottles of water in the afternoon at work either. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Kate couldn't pee as long as I held on I would have been sorely tempted to visit the men's room. At the other end of the office, Kate was busy working her way through 6 bottles of water this afternoon. If Kate was alone in her office then I knew she had to be squirming around desperately in her seat from the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee by now. As 5 PM rolled around I found Kate had helped herself to a can of soda from the vending machine on the way to the car where we both met. "Are you sure that's wise dear, given your predicament" I teased on the way to the car. "It's wiser then however many bottles of water you drank in the afternoon" Kate countered arrogantly. "You'll have to pee soon enough, and then it won't matter how wise or not wise this can of soda is, because I'll be able to pee to". "Well then, maybe you should do the driving if you're so confident I'll pee first" I countered. "After all, if I'll pee first then I must be more distracted by my desperate bladder after nearly 20 hours of waiting then you are from yours after nearly 92 hours of waiting". I could tell by the look in Kate's eyes that she hadn't expected that. Since I almost always drove, Kate was used to being able to sit back and focus her attention on her keeping her boiling piss contained in her bladder whenever we traveled. Kate narrowed her eyes, and took a sip from her can of soda, knowing what I was doing. "That won't be a problem Karl, hand me the keys" Kate replied, pretending to be calm, even though I knew full well she wasn't. I was glad to be able to grip my cock through my pants and pay attention to Kate's body language as she drove us. Kate did surprisingly well at looking calm when we were moving, but I saw her legs shifting around nervously from her desperate urge to pee after almost 4 days without relief. At the first red light when Kate stopped the car I could tell she was about to automatically grab her pussy in desperation. But she remembered who was sitting next to her and stopped before her hands could get there. So Kate grabbed her can of soda instead, and made a show of taking a long sip from it, enough to finish draining it. "What would us ladies ever do about these frequent & long closures of the ladies room if we weren't so good at waiting?" Kate asked me playfully, knowing I was watching her every move for signs of desperation. "Ladies could always use the urinal in the men's room" I suggested. Kate shook her head. "Ladies could also use the bushes alongside their man when we go camping or hiking" I added. "Us ladies don't have the anatomy for either of those things Karl" Kate replied playfully. "That's why our mothers teach us that boys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. And then there's filthy public restrooms, you guys don't mind Karl, you'd go anywhere. But us ladies do mind, so us ladies frequently have to continue to hold it when the ladies room is too filthy, even if we've already been waiting a lot longer then you boys have". "Well, a certain lady could drop the act and admit she has to go when we get home. Surely her own toilet is clean enough for her" I countered playfully. "But us ladies can't even do that either at times" Kate countered. "Sometimes us ladies get back home desperate to pee, only to have to wait even longer because our husbands beat us to the toilet first, even though the husband got to pee multiple times when he was out with the lady". "Then it's a good thing that some of you ladies enjoy putting off your pee, and holding it for several days in a row, isn't it Kate?" I replied with a smile. "Well, if the world conspires to keep us ladies from taking a pee, then why shouldn't I try to enjoy having to hold it all the time?" Kate grinned. When we got back home at 6 PM both me and Kate were dying to pee, with 21 and 93 hours of boiling pee in our bladders separating the us from our last trip to the toilet. But neither of us so much as glanced down the hall towards our only bathroom. Instead I took out a 3 liter pitcher of water and poured us both a glass, while Kate started dinner. Kate could have taken her pair of 4 inch high heels off at any time now that we were home, but she didn't. I think Kate decided a few months ago that she enjoyed the extra challenge her painful high heels were on a full bladder. Despite the high heels that were surely bothering her poor tormented bladder's sphincter muscles, Kate didn't hesitate to quickly down her first half a liter glass of water from the pitcher, and pour herself a second glass. Kate tried to avoid squirming around and gripping her crotch in front of me, with only partial success due to the nearly 4 days she had gone without a pee. But to be fair, I was desperately squirming around probably three times as much as Kate. At this point I knew I wasn't going to best Kate's iron bladder today, she was clearly in much better control of her bladder's situation then I was despite the much longer wait she had. I just wanted to extend Kate's desperate plight as long as I could, and figure out how I could get Kate to agree to skip her pee again if at all possible. By 7 PM both me and Kate had finished dinner, and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher. Both me and Kate had 3 large glasses of the pitcher. Though Kate tried to look tough, I could tell she was really beginning to feel the strain of denying herself relief for the last 94 hours while wearing such tight and uncomfortable clothing. Kate grimaced across the table, but she tried to turn it into a grin when she noticed me watching, all while I saw her hands go underneath the table towards her crotch. At first I thought Kate was gripping her crotch, until I heard the sound of a belt buckle unsnapping. "Does my lovely wife finally have to admit that her bladder isn't as strong as she claims it is and hurry to the toilet for a much needed pee now?" I asked smoothly. "Is it a crime for a girl to want to unwind at the end of a long day by taking her tight belt off?" Kate asked. "Don't worry about your silly bet Karl, I'll hold my pee until you have to pee again, which will be pretty soon I imagine". "I think it's a sign that a lady is nearing her limits if the pressure of the belt is too much for her to bear after 94 hours without a pee" I countered. "But... certain things... might persuade me otherwise". "Certain things Karl?" Kate questioned mockingly. "You're real subtle aren't you? Fetch me a can of soda then, I'll drink it while we watch some television". Our evening was relatively subdued after that for a while, as we watched TV for a few hours. Kate drank her can of soda, as well as 2 more glasses of water. I drank another 2 glasses of water myself. By the time 9 PM rolled around I once again couldn't hold it any longer. Kate had been watching me like a tiger for the last hour, just as much as I had been watching her desperately squirm after 4 days without a pee. When I finally couldn't take it anymore and announced I had to run to the bathroom, Kate slyly remarked "well of course you do Karl, the boys always have to pee first... and second, and third, and fourth to it seems". I hurried to the bathroom desperately gripping my desperate cock. Despite her 4 inch high heels Kate managed to stay right behind me without tripping. Upon entering the bathroom I hurried to the urinal, and began to take a loud piss with Kate watching. Kate tried to act calm as I peed away in front of her, but I caught her eyes anxiously darting to the inviting white toilet bowl next to the urinal. Despite her calm demeanor, Kate hadn't been able to pee in 4 days, and was a few hours away from the 100 hour mark. I knew Kate was really bursting to go right now as she began to unbutton her jeans before I was even half done my piss. Kate tried to cover it up by talking. "It's a good thing that the ladies room is now open again, because this lady really needs to take a leak now" Kate said as she lifted the toilet lid. "4 days of holding it like this is more of a challenge for me and my bladder of steel Karl". Kate didn't move to sit on the toilet yet however, for that I knew she'd wait until I was finished peeing first. "So does that mean that 5 days of holding it would be too much of a challenge for you to handle then Kate?" I asked slyly. "Don't be silly Karl, we both know the answer to that" Kate replied arrogantly, even as she squeezed her legs together in a subtle sign of desperation. "Maybe someday you'll learn Karl that me and my bladder of steel have no limits, I can always wait as long as I need to". "I think the way you've already unzipped your jeans says otherwise Kate" I countered as I continued to piss in the urinal. "You're so desperate to pee that you're hurrying to undo your jeans early just so that you won't have to wait an extra few seconds to pee, because you know you can't hold it much longer Kate. I bet you were getting worried about having an accident if I made you wait much longer". "In your dreams Karl. There's nothing unusual with a girl unbuttoning her jeans in anticipation of a much needed pee she's about to take" Kate replied calmly. As she spoke my piss began to die down, Kate couldn't help but grip her crotch and fidget her legs around in anticipation of her pee. "There's nothing wrong with a girl lifting the lid in preparation for her pee either, especially seeing as you're about done Karl" Kate added. Kate was right, my piss finally dribbled down to nothing as Kate watched, eager to let loose her own brewing load of boiling piss. But unfortunately for Kate, I was determined to make sure that her brewing load of boiling piss would have to brew for a while longer in her tiring bladder. I knew that I had to make my move quickly as I tucked my cock back in my pants. Kate smiled as she began to pull her jeans down, only the smile soon vanished when I slammed the lid down on Kate's toilet before she could pull her jeans even halfway down her hips. "Karl what are you doing?" Kate asked confused, her jeans still only partially pulled down, her red panties easily visible. "It's my turn to pee now". "Sorry Kate, it turns out the ladies room is still closed for maintenance" I announced boldly, jumping back into our earlier role-playing. "It was a totally unexpected problem the maintenance crew ran into. You'll just have to continue waiting until they finish Kate. I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer yet". "Well then how's a lady supposed to get the pee that she was promised for out holding you yet again Karl" Kate asked annoyed. She bent her knees and fidgeted her legs together nervously, considering her options I knew. Kate clearly hadn't expected me to issue another challenge to her bladder of steel so soon. "Hey, you were the one who said earlier that the world conspires to keep you ladies away from the toilet" I reminded her with a shrug. "I guess you were right Kate, the world is sure conspiring against you now". Silence stretched between us for a few seconds. Kate's eyes glared at me, before shifting to the white porcelain toilet bowl aside of me, that she had been eagerly looking forward to using 15 seconds ago before I had moved to stop her. I knew the heavy load of boiling piss brewing between her legs for the last 4 days was at the forefront of Kate's mind. Kate really didn't want to have to keep that piss brewing in her bladder for yet another day, especially not with the 4 inch high heels she wore, which only made a full bladder harder to deal with. But Kate was also quite prideful, and could be quite stubborn when she saw her pride as at stake I knew. I smiled as Kate's eyes shifted away from the much needed toilet and back at me, full of stubbornness and determination. "A totally 'unexpected' maintenance problem in the ladies room Karl?" Kate asked me, her voice full of playful skepticism. "Sounds to me like someone just really doesn't want us ladies to pee, especially this lady in particular, who hasn't peed in 4 whole days already", Kate added, pointing at herself as she crossed her legs. "Hey I'm not the maintenance man Kate, I'm just the bearer of bad news" I said, innocently. Kate playfully rolled her eyes at my feigned innocent. "The bottom line Kate is you'll just have to wait some more, unless you care to use the men's room instead" I added, waving at the urinal, "no plumbing issues or lines there". "Certainly not Karl!" Kate scolded me. "A lady doesn't barge in and use the men's room, especially not when she'd mind if a man barged into the ladies room!". "Well then, I guess you're just going to have to wait Kate, since that's your only option left" I told her. Kate frowned, as if remembering her brewing load of boiling piss she had been so eager to rid herself of a moment ago. "I really need to pee bad after holding it for the last 4 days Karl" she admitted as she gripped her crotch and squirmed in front of me. I smiled as I saw my opportunity. "What's the matter Kate, worried that you might pee yourself soon if you have to hold it a while longer?" I taunted. Kate bristled visibly at the insult to her pride, even as her bladder begged for relief. Knowing I was taking a risk now, I opened the toilet lid. "Go ahead and take your pee Kate. I wouldn't want you to end up peeing in your jeans just because you were too stubborn to admit that you couldn't hold it any longer during our role-playing session". My gamble worked better than I thought, Kate didn't even pause to think about her words first. "I'm going to make you eat those words Karl" Kate replied confidently. "I may really have to pee quite badly after holding it for the last 4 days, but that doesn't mean that I'll pee myself soon if I don't plop myself on that white porcelain toilet bowl". Kate glanced at the toilet longingly for a moment as she continued to fidget around. With one hand still openly gripping her throbbing desperate pussy through her red panties, Kate reached out for the toilet lid with her other hand. "It would feel really frigging good to use that toilet, I won't deny it Karl. But I'll hold it for a while longer instead, just to prove to you that I can still wait for a pee. I think another 24 hours should be long enough to prove my point to you". With that, this time it was Kate who slammed the toilet lid shut with finality, to signify her once again lost chance to pee. "Are you really sure about this Kate?" I asked as Kate began to pull her jeans back up. "Another 24 hours without a pee is a long time for anyone to wait, especially for a desperate lady who already hasn't peed in the last 4 days". Kate's face grimaced as she pulled her jean's zipper back up, pressing her tight jeans up against her bulging bladder and the 4 days of boiling piss brewing inside. "No one said us ladies have it easy Karl" Kate replied playfully, even while partially grunting as she buttoned her jeans back up, which put more strain on her 4 day unrelieved bladder. "Your penis is really lucky Karl. My pussy is so jealous that it still hasn't gotten to pee yet, especially with the toilet right there in front of me!". I smiled, Kate looked so darn sexy the way she desperately squirmed around in her tight jeans, while trying hard not to in order to look like the tough woman she stubbornly wanted to be. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and kissing her on the lips just then. I felt Kate's enormous bulging bladder brushing up against my leg as I did this. I heard a slight moan escape from Kate's lips at the unneeded extra pressure this put on her tiring bladder. But Kate was too stubborn to complain about the effect our close embrace was having on all that boiling pent up piss brewing in her bladder, so she simply bore it without a word of complaint. "You're really hot when you're so desperate to pee like this Kate" I said as I mercifully let go of her. Kate, still in her 4 inch high heels, which only made things worse on her full bladder, squirmed her legs around nervously, which only made her sexier. "Well Karl, with the ladies room closed for another day, I'm sure you'll enjoy my plight for the next 24 hours then" Kate replied with surprising calm. I couldn't help but smile lustfully like a giddy little schoolboy, which wasn't unnoticed by Kate. "I really shouldn't have turned down that trip to the ladies room yesterday, should I Karl?" Kate asked me playfully as her hands began to undo my jeans to get at my erect cock. "My desperate pussy is throbbing for relief already Karl, but it's a good thing that I can hold it for another day... or maybe longer if I really want to". The two of us quickly began to undress and make our way to the bedroom. By the time I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep later I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to see if Kate could really backup her earlier boasting about her iron bladder.
  10. HazyMagnum

    malefemale My Desperation Journal

    Hi! So I've seen a few others make these and thought I'd try my hand at making one of my own! I haven't used the bathroom for a while now, and I'm just starting to feel the need to pee kicking in! I'll try my best to keep everyone updated as the night goes on, but feel free to give me some challeneges to make it harder on myself! I'll post a video of me finally using the toilet once I can't take it anymore. Cheers!
  11. I found this video this evening and it was too good not to share: https://www.youporn.com/watch/14148721/cute-blonde-masturbates-and-pees-desperation-video/ This is my favourite kind of omorashi video - a girl drinking throughout, getting steadily fuller, sitting down with her legs open so you can watch all the leaking. If anyone else knows of any other videos like this, I'm all ears!
  12. Greetings everyone! I've been on and off this site for the last couple years, mainly just for story writing purposes. I've had new ideas and passions coming and going, not to mention some serious writers block, moving states, and having my old laptop die on me. I've settled, bought a new one, and have been writing for NanoWimo this month. The story I was working on just didn't have the flow I wanted to and to see if I could jog anything, I went reading through some of my older work. Master and Servant was one of the longest stories I'd ever written and I about punched myself when I realized how long I'd left it, and the way I'd left it unfinished. I've been thinking it over for a few days, and I realized that I really want to give it a proper ending. There are things I would change and do differently, so I decided the only fair thing to do was to give it another try and re-write it. Let me know what you guys think, I want to hear feedback and ideas to help grow and change as a writer...especially one who indulges a pissing fetish ? Hope you guys enjoy! The first chapter is a long one, reader beware! Ch. 1: Let the Games Begin Hermione Granger could pinpoint the exact date and time when her little habit had formed. She was eleven years old, the second Tuesday of November that year. On Halloween she’d been trapped in the girl’s loo and nearly had her head taken off by a troll. Since then, she found that every time she tried to use one of the girl’s toilets, her heart began to pound in her chest and her bladder quiver in her belly. She would rather, and many times nearly did, release its contents right outside the door than go inside. The fear she had was terrible, making her feel cold, clammy, and sick every time she so much as thought as going to the ladies’ room. It led to hours of agony, holding her water in her belly until it ached, only letting her pee flow when she was safe inside her dorm at Gryffindor Tower. Many times, she’d barely made it there, but letting all she held inside always felt so, so good. She would sit there on the porcelain throne, or stand in front with her legs spread wide the times she was a little too late, and her urine would spray from her like a waterfall. The agony would end, replaced with a euphoria so great she would moan and tremble. Oddly enough, she preferred it the times where her need was just a little too desperate. When her belly would throb, and her pee would spurt into her panties before she was even in her dorm, sending tendrils of urine down her thighs as she hurried up the stairs to her place of salvation. The times where she had her hands between her legs, skirt soaking up the constant bursts of wet heat from between her legs as she opened the bathroom door. What choice did she have but to let go right there in front of the toilet? She would moan as her pee soaked her panties, her skirt, her socks and shoes…the puddle would be so massive that the only thing that saved her from utter humiliation was her ability to perform advanced cleaning spells. As the days since the troll attack wore on, the number of accidents she had in front of the toilet grew. She liked it more, she admitted secretly to herself, to feel the pee burst uncontrollably down her legs. Once, she’d held it far too long and had an absolutely glorious pee right in the corridor on the second floor near the library. Another time, when the toilet had been occupied and she was already bursting, she crawled into bed and pissed the blankets until the were sopping. She laid there, panting in the wetness, realizing how badly she liked it. It gave her such pleasure to pee herself, made her girlhood tingle in ways she never had felt before. And, being a witch of inquisitive mind, she endeavored to explore these new pleasures. She let her experiments move from the privacy of the bathroom, or her bed, and out into the castle. Over the years, she learned her limits and pushed them, holding for hours until she burst. She learned places in the castle, or on the grounds, where she could pee unseen. That was always her favorite, to pee in the open. The fantasy that someone could happen upon her, even though she took precautions against it, gave her more pleasure than when she first discovered she liked to wet her knickers. She learned, as all teenage girls do, the best ways to give her body the pleasure it craved. She noticed that craving enhance greatly as her bladder filled, and it opened up new avenues for wetting and for pleasure. However, the last thing she ever expected was to be discovered. ***** Draco Malfoy had never paid Hermione Granger much mind. She was Mudblood, of little consequence. But, one day after Halloween their first year, he noticed something peculiar about the girl. They were in History of Magic, where minds tended to wander, and students fell asleep. His father would never allow the latter, but a wandering mind was something he just could not help in such a dull subject. He was thinking on its dullness when movement caught his eye. Granger was two rows up, at the corner desk, and she couldn’t sit still. It always gave Draco a secret, naughty, thrill of pleasure to see his classmates squirm the way Hermione Granger was squirming. He knew immediately what it was for and why, and always secretly wished to see a golden puddle form under their chairs. The girl had his full attention for the rest of the lesson. The way she tapped her feet, wiggled her hips, and crossed her legs. It was a perfect potty dance going unnoticed by anyone but him. She clearly had to go quite badly, he realized with a thrill, as by the end of the lesson she was holding herself and rocking in her seat. Why she didn’t just raise her hand to be excused was beyond him. Binns never cared if students asked. In fact, students often asked to use the toilet and just never came back. But then, Draco realized that he’d never seen her ask to use the toilet. She was such a little know-it-all that she’d never waste precious class time with something as inane as emptying her bladder. At least, that was what he assumed. Class ended with her dry, much to Draco’s displeasure and he left with his friends to his next class, one he shared with the Ravenclaws. He supposed Hermione would rush to the toilet, barely making it in time to pull her knickers down even though it was just across the hall. Maybe they would even be a little wet by the time she did. He found his thoughts drifting back to her potty dance throughout the day, feeling a nagging itch he didn’t quite know how to answer. He never imagined that by dinner, the squirming girl would catch his attention again. He almost missed his mouth with his fork when he spotted her across the Great Hall. She was pale, a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, her whole body tight and trembling. There was no way she was still holding it all in, there couldn’t be. It had been hours since History of Magic, and she’d been about to burst. And yet, there she was, shaking with obvious need. How her friends or anyone else in the room wasn’t noticing was beyond him. He had to get a closer look, and tormenting Potter and Weasley would provide the perfect opportunity. He glanced at the Teacher’s Table, grinning to see them occupied in some discussion, and got up from his dinner to saunter over to the Gryffindor Table. “Well, well, well,” he drawled “Potter. Congratulations on defeating a Mountain Troll. I have to wonder, what were you doing in a Girls’ Loo to fight it? Already turning into a peeper, are you?” Harry and Ron both went red with embarrassment and anger, immediately firing off their mouths with blundering threats of physical abuse. He cared little for their tirade, he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. And oh, what a treat. She was absolutely busting, legs tightly crossed and holding herself discretely under her skirt, her robe hiding the action. He could see it though, because he was looking for it. She was rocking back and forth, subtly and watching the argument with increasing worry. Was she worried, he wondered, that her friends would be in trouble or was it that she was about to pee her panties right there at the table? He smirked, and drawled more careless insults, lengthening her agony. Her fidgeting increased, rocking fast and uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She bent forward a little, and he noticed how much paler she’d gotten. He’d have gone on at length, insulting Harry’s dead mother and Ron’s fat one, except that Professor McGonagall had started in their direction. He wrapped it up and continued off, disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see Hermione lose it. He left the Great Hall, intending on heading to the library so he could finish up a little homework without Crabbe and Goyle pestering him. He didn’t see Hermione leave just behind him, but he did hear a horrified gasp in the corridor as headed toward the staircase. Being tucked behind a stone wall, he peeked back behind him to see its cause. It was Christmas! Hermione Granger was standing in the middle of the empty corridor, hands between her legs and frozen stiff. His stomach did excited backflips as he watched her tremble. “Oh no…! Oh no oh no…” she whimpered, dancing back and forth on the red carpet. Her thighs pressed together, hands clenching tight between her legs. Draco felt his face flush, cold shivers trembling through him as he watched. She was going to do it. She was actually going to have an accident. “Ah…ah..!” Hermione gasped, looking down in horror as her legs snapped apart, putting an end to her dance. Pssssssssssssstt….! Her water thundered in the corridor, spraying so hard into the carpet that it bounced back and splashed onto her shoes. “Aaaahhh….” Hermione sighed as she flooded the hall, her skirt and the carpet darkening as her thick golden stream only continued to flow. How could one person, one little girl, possibly hold so much liquid inside her? Either way, Draco loved the look on her face. She liked it, she really liked it. It felt good to let all that pee out…It must have been over two minutes that she emptied herself when the torrent turned into a little trickle and then stopped. Hermione trembled on weak knees, pulling her wand out to clean her lake and her skirt. She sighed, looking all around before heading forward toward the stairs. That was strange to him. What normal girl holds her bladder all day long until she’s bursting, has the biggest accident in the universe in the middle of the hall, and just shrugs it off? He had assumed she would have at least started to cry. Either way, Hermione Granger had marked herself as interesting, and he decided to pay her some special attention. He wasn’t left disappointed over the next week. He watched her closely, and she never once went to the toilets during the day. She would drink at all her meals and spend the day fidgeting and holding until she was bursting. He never saw her wet again that week, but he had put together at the very least the only place she peed was in the Gryffindor Tower. She would always go there directly when she found her limit. It became an obsession to him, over the years, watching her most secret moments. He followed her around the castle and the grounds, whenever she ducked into her hidden places. From abandoned halls and classes, quiet courtyards on the grounds, she would always piss the ocean that had been held up inside her. She never, ever went to the toilet. It led to two conclusions, the first being that Hermione Granger did this on purpose. She liked to wet herself, and around thirteen the fact she’d started to pleasure herself after or during her wets made that conclusion obvious. The second was that Draco himself took no higher pleasure than watching her displays. How perverse on both accounts, he mused as he filled a Pocket Pensive he’d purchased over the summer before 4th year with his memories of her pleasured wettings. With the thrill of the World Cup passing, it was the thought of the coming year that made him giddy. Hermione had wet herself running from the Death Eaters, he was almost certain. When Harry and his friends had rushed into the clearing he’d been waiting in. He’d sassed them, watching how Hermione danced in the background, then doubled over. They never noticed how pee sprayed down against the ground, they were too angry at him or horrified at the treatment of muggles. But he’d seen. And better, Hermione’s eyes had locked with his when it happened. She knew he’d seen. He had something on her, and he knew what he wanted to do with it. All he needed was to catch her one more time, and he knew just how to do it. **** Admittedly, Hermione was worried Draco would have laughed at her right there in the clearing, pointing out her accident to her friends. The fact he hadn’t made her increasingly worried. There was no way he hadn’t noticed. He’d stared right at her as she soaked her jeans. It hadn’t been her intention to wet like that, but the Death Eaters had attacked right before she could slip into the woods and soak herself in private. It wasn’t her fault, or Draco’s really, that he’d seen her. Still, going into the next year with knowing he’d seen her and nothing to resolve it made her uneasy. But what was she to do? It’s not like she could confront him and ask him not to tell anyone she’d wet her pants. She saw him at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters boarding the train with his friends. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and Theodore Nott were all in a group and chatting. They all leered at Harry as they walked by, but none looked at her. None except Draco. Heat tinted her cheeks and she looked away. He definitely had seen, but he hadn’t shared it with his friends. Why? Something so embarrassing would be fuel for the other Slytherins, and even the fussier Ravenclaws who hated her for her high grades. He had no issue tormenting Harry all last year for only fainting when Dementors came near. The whole of Slytherin house at the very least should have been laughing at her by now. They found their compartments on the train and Hermione felt a surge of need pulse in her bladder. Oh no she thought, already sitting next to the window as the train gave a loud horn blow, signaling its departure. She’d planned to empty her bladder before they got on the train, there were so many little hide aways in Kings Cross to do it. But she’d been caught up in conversation and then caught up in her anxieties when she saw Malfoy. There’d been no time for her to sneak back off the train and hide behind the information booth for the Hogwarts Express. She could have let loose there and got back on the train with no one the wiser… Her bladder throbbed again and she shifted in her seat. She couldn’t outright hold herself and dance like she needed to as her full bladder continued to give her signals. She, Harry, and Ron were all talking seriously about the Dark Mark and the show of Death Eaters at the World Cup. Harry admitted he’d been having nightmares and pains in his scar. This was no time for her bladder to be begging for relief. She suggested Harry write to Sirius, if only to ease his worries and give him something to do while she trembled with need. It was so bad…she had to go so bad. As Harry pulled out pen and parchment, a sudden burst of heat warmed her panties. Hermione bit her lower lip, pressing her thighs together, but with everyone in the room it was all she could do to hold the flood back. It wasn’t quite enough. Another burst of pee bloomed in her knickers again, then another, and another, and another. Her thighs were wet and she felt the seat cushion she was sitting on grow wet. Thankfully, she’d had the sense to pull her skirt out from under her when she felt her needs grow urgent. It was soaking her liquid well, but it wouldn’t hold it all. If she fully lost control, everything would run down the front of the bench and puddle on the floor. Ron and Harry would see, they’d know…She bit the inside of her cheek as another trickle of pee soaked into the seat. She had to get up and find somewhere on the train, and now. “I’ll be right back” Hermione said, not giving a reason but her company didn’t much mind. She set her newspaper on her seat, hiding the stain there, and headed out of the compartment. She dared to give herself a little squeeze once she was alone. The only place that came to mind was the baggage car, they were closer than the toilets were. She hurried down to the end of the train, paling as she felt more spurts of pee warm her wet panties, trickles running down her legs. She hoped she was moving too fast through the students going from compartment to compartment, visiting this friend and that, for anyone else to notice. By the time she had shut herself in the baggage car, she was leaking constantly. “Oh my God, oh my God…!” she squealed, her hand buried in her skirt, wetness soaking through it and wetting her hand. “My, my, my,” Drawled an all too familiar voice. Shock and panic made her moans of need die in her throat. She even stopped wetting for a moment. Draco Malfoy was sitting on top of the first group of trunks, grinning from ear to ear. “M-Malfoy, what are you…?! Ah..Oh..!” she questioned, legs quivering as her bladder throbbed, another stream dribbling out. She crossed her legs, both hands clenching into her girlhood to stop the flow. “Looks like someone really needs a wee,” Draco smirked, “why don’t you just do what you did at the World Cup? You needed a wee then, too.” “N-no I can’t…What’re you doing in here, I…Aah..haaa….oh Merlin…” Hermione was doing her best to avoid the inevitable, but another burst a pee soaked down her legs, sprinkling onto the metal floor below her. Draco’s grin got even wider. “Looks like you can, and you’re already doing it,” he smirked, “Why don’t you let it all out, hm? It’ll feel so good…Doesn’t it always just feel so good, Granger?” How did he know? Why did he know? What was going on? She could hardly string two thoughts together while her bladder burned in her belly and her heart pounded with anxiety in her chest. She couldn’t pee in front of Draco Malfoy! She just couldn’t! But…oh she couldn’t help it anymore. Her bladder was so past its limit, and every little dribble felt so good like he said… “Aah…ahh..! I can’t…I can’t hold it!” she cried out, gasping with shock and shame as a strong torrent of pee burst into her skirt, splashing loudly onto the metal. “Oh no!” she cried again when another burst through her fingers, then another. She was peeing right there, in front of Malfoy and pleasure was still coiling in her belly. He smirked wider and she completely lost it with a cry, a wave of pleasure crashing through her as a full gush of pee released. It was hot and fast and her muscles felt like jelly, unable to clench against the flood. Psssshhhh…! The sound echoed loudly as her pee splashed against the metal, puddling around her. “Aah…haa….ahhhhhh…” she gasped, gulping air as she sighed with relief. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to watch the grin Draco eyed her with. Her release felt too good to worry with him for the moment. Minutes past and she still released her water until only a trickle remained. For long moments more, the only sound between them was a soft dripping from her soaked panties and skirt into the massive puddle she made. Draco adjusted his pants and jumped down off the trunks, giddy as he splashed into the puddle below. The sound made Hermione jump. She looked at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Looks like that felt real good, Granger,” he smirked, “you like wetting your knickers, don’t you?” “I…” she started, the haze of relief fading from her eyes, replaced with a narrowed look, gulping a touch, “Look…I didn’t mean…I really had to go…The toilets had a line, and…” “Oh spare me,” Draco scoffed, cutting her off “you’ve been holding it till you burst since first year. You never piss in the loo like a normal person. You find places you think you’re alone and flood the place.” Hermione’s jaw nearly joined her puddle on the floor. “How do you..? How could you possibly…!?” “You were never alone as you thought you were,” he smirked “I’ve been watching the whole time.” “You…you sick pervert!” she snapped, snarling as her hand went to her wand. “Now, now,” he said, pulling his own faster, “there’s no need for that. I’m not going to tell anyone.” “Why?” she demanded, wand still in hand. “I want to play a little game,” he said “and I think you’d like to play too.” “And why’s that?” she growled. “Because you like to pee yourself, and I like to watch,” he grinned “I’m not going to let you watch me pee!” she snapped “I’ve been watching,” he said “and if you won’t play along, I’ll let everyone know.” “You fucking—” “Oh, such language from Little Miss Perfect,” he laughed “Shut up!” she snapped, sparks flying out of her wand. Draco flicked his own, his disarming spell finding its mark since she was so enraged. “Listen here,” he said “I have a whole Pensive of memories of you pissing your panties and diddling off in the wet. If you don’t agree, everyone will see it and think you’re the sick pervert. Do you understand?” “Blackmailing little shit,” she growled, hands balling at her sides. He just chuckled, not caring at all. “So,” he continued, “I want to play a little game…lets call it Master and Servant.” “If you think for one minute I’m going to serve you like some maid, you’ve got another thing coming!” she snapped “Oh please, I have house elves for that,” he said, noting her enraged expression with pleasure, “No, no…but I’m going to be the master of your bladder. I want you to come and get me if you need a wee, and you’ll only get to go if I say so. If not, or if you have an accident, you’re in for a punishment. How’s that sound?” “That sounds terrible! You sick pervert, I’ll never agree to this!” “Well, obviously I’d want you to agree,” he mused “but if you don’t I have the blackmail. Either way I get what I want. But before you get too angry, think it over. You like pissing yourself. You love it, I’d dare to say. And I like to watch you do it. How many guys do you think are gonna be into that? Most people would think that’s perfectly disgusting.” Hermione scowled, crossing her arms. She hated that he had a point. And she had, very secretly, wished someone would watch her. Take pleasure in her pleasure, watching her pee. Maybe even let her sit on a lap as her bladder burst…She swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. “So,” she said tersely “you’re saying that if I do as you ask, you won’t tell anyone I wet myself?” “No indeed,” he smiled, “I’d rather let this play out for as long as I’m interested.” “And when you’re bored?” she asked “Well, if you play along nicely, I may not tell everyone you’re filthy girl that likes to piss her knickers,” he smiled wickedly. Hermione huffed, considering her options. She didn’t have many. She was a wet mess, caught in her own puddle by none other than one of the nastiest brats Hogwarts held within its castle walls. And yet…she found his offer strangely appealing. “You swear you won’t say anything if I play along?” she asked “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned. Hermione’s scowl grew, her foot tapping impatiently in her puddle as she mulled it over. “I want some conditions,” she said, making Draco grin wider. “Like what?” “I don’t want to wet where others will see it,” she said, “you can see, but that’s it.” “Fine,” he agreed, “anything else?” “I’m not going to do anything…sexual as a punishment,” she said, heat tinting her cheeks. “Ugh,” Draco scoffed “no, you misunderstand. I still hate you. I still think you’re disgusting Mudblood. I’d never touch you or have any type of feelings. I just like watching you piss.” “Good,” Hermione said coolly, “that was going to be my third condition.” Draco had to laugh at her gumption, hands going into his pockets. She really was something, standing there in a puddle with pissed panties and a wet skirt, so defiant. It was part of the reason she was so very interesting. “So, you agree?” he asked triumphantly. “I agree,” she said with an irritated huff, “but you better not go back on your word or I’ll hex you so hard you’ll have to eat through a straw for the rest of your life!” He laughed again, such a fierce little thing! He liked this situation very much. “Now, now, that’s no way to talk to your Master…” “If you think I’m gonna call you that—” “I do, and you will, or Draco, or else you’re gonna get punished.” She scowled. “Fine, Draco…” she growled, “if you’re through, I’m going back to my compartment.” “Dripping wet?” he smirked, making her blush. Before she could retrieve her wand from where his spell had flung it, he cast his own cleaning charms. Her panties warmed and dried between her legs, her socks and skirt as well. The puddle followed next and it was like it never happened. “There, now you can’t say I’m not a nice master, can you?” he teased, moving to grab her wand for her. She snatched from his hand and turned heel, her bushy hair smacking him in the face. “One more thing” he said before she opened the door, “make sure you order a fizzy pumpkin juice from the trolley, and drink at least four goblets at dinner. Don’t pee before you go to bed, and meet me on the fourth floor, the unused classroom near the Charms classroom. You know the one, you piss in there when you’ve overheld it.” “Fine!” she snapped, reddening when he mentioned a favorite wetting spot of hers. The knowledge unnerved her, adding fact to the story he told. She stormed out of the baggage car, fuming with anger. Draco was left chuckling at his own brilliant idea and took a long moment to reward himself with a little pleasure, fueling it with her most recent release.
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  14. This is my first time posting on this site. I've been a lurker up until now. I decided to chronicle some of my experiences from when I was younger. Now, in my middle school days, I started doing things such as drinking lots of water, and holding it until I was too desperate to take it any more. It was my “Omorashi Renaissance.” Normally I didn’t hold it to the point of pain, but one time I had to go so bad it hurt after waking up, but didn’t go right away. My increasing experiences in holding had made me more comfortable with the urges to pee. Quite literally I was training my bladder to hold more. I laid in bed, enjoying the feeling of how full my bladder was, and pressed down on it, making me leak past my closed sphincter for the first time in memory. I laid on my front, and held myself, waiting a while longer to pee, then went to the bathroom after almost reaching a 10/10. Now that I've recalled the dull, uninteresting parts during my transition into adolescence, let me give you my two most memorable experiences from my childhood. ---------- For my first experience, I was... classes in 4th grade were out in portable classrooms, and at the time I was taking a medication that made me thirstier… so naturally I had to pee more often. This meant going all the way back to the main building, to the bathrooms, which were in the middle of the school. We also had some punch card or something for bathroom breaks, and if we didn’t use it all up by the end of the term, we would get a reward. Ordinarily, I didn't have to go during class, except for during lunch and the usual breaks. Well, one day, I didn't to go to the bathroom during lunch. By the time I sat down, I realized my mistake, but it was too late now. I was at a 5/10. Over the next hour, it got worse and worse, until finally, during a story time, I was at an 8/10. I’d never had to go this bad before. I was squirming like mad in my chair and holding myself, and finally I couldn’t take it any more. I got up and brought the punch card to the teacher in the middle of the classroom, which had all of the desks surrounding it in a circle around the outside of the classroom. I was holding myself and dancing, and everybody and their mother could see I was desperate. Thankfully, the teacher took one look at me, and took the card without question, so I was able to leave and go to the main building. By the time I was down the stairs and on the grounds, my desperation had decreased to a 5/10 for no apparent reason. I obviously hadn’t wet myself because my pants (and upon further inspection, my underwear) were still perfectly dry. It’s as if my bladder was trolling me for not going during lunch by making me get up and stand in the middle of an entire class of onlookers to ask to go. Naturally I made it to the bathroom without an issue, but it was rather embarrassing. ---------- When I was 10, I had a friend, a couple years younger than me, who would come and stay with me for the afternoon once a week, while they waited for their parents to get off work. I lived within walking distance of the school, but my friend lived in an adjacent town. One or two days he was at my house, he would go to the bathroom, then 30 minutes later he would go again. Meanwhile, I would come home from school, desperate, because for whatever reason I hadn’t gone all day. I had this stubborn streak of waiting to go until I was dancing around and holding myself, much to my parent’s annoyance. It could be while using the computer, watching TV, anything. I would wait until I was at an 8/10 before I would go pee. This was no different when he was around. I suppose I considered it a matter of personal pride that I wasn’t going every half hour, so I held my pee the entire time he was there, which could have been hours. My parents once made me go to the bathroom when they saw me holding myself and dancing while he was there, telling me it wasn’t good to hold it that long. Well, finally, his mother got another sort of arrangement so that he wouldn’t have to stay at my house. But he was a friend, and we often played Twisted Metal 2 on my Playstation 1 together (God I miss that game), so I was going to miss him. But that still didn’t keep my pride from making me hold my pee for the two hours he was there. I already had to go quite a bit since we got home, I was maybe a 5/10. The minutes ticked by, and just half an hour into it, I was squirming while trying to blow up the AI with my character in Twisted Metal 2. I was starting to get desperate to go, but still I kept holding, and kept silent about it. As the time dragged on for what seemed like hours, my need to pee grew worse… 6/10. I started grabbing myself to make it easier to stave off the urge. 7/10. I missed a shot and fell off Antarctica because I was getting impossibly distracted by how desperate I was. Just over one hour in, I was at an 8/10, and was just about as desperate to pee as I had ever been. But I was determined to hold it until his parents came. My left hand was permanently glued to the front of my pants, and I could not stop squirming as I sat on the floor next to my friend in front of the TV, who appeared to take no interest in my plight. As my urges peaked, my sphincter kept threatening to release by itself. The next hour was driving me mad. The urge was so strong I thought I might burst. I could feel it in my teeth, I imagined I was that character, Johnny or whatever his name was, in Ed, Edd, and Eddy where his pupils started floating upwards as pee filled his eyeballs. I had no idea how I was managing to keep it in, I was so desperate. I kept feeling my sphincter loosen it’s grip when another wave of desperation came, and I held myself for dear life. I was going to wet myself if he didn’t leave soon, I thought. I was perfectly capable of getting up, walking into the bathroom, and going, but I just would not do it. I didn't want to go. I would not succumb. Then, just as I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, I started to feel a new sensation in the middle of my pelvis. Pain. It was starting to hurt. I started to panic in my head. Is this what my parents meant when they said it wasn’t good to keep holding it? Was I hurting myself? But my pride still somehow kept me from going, until finally, a few minutes later, I heard a car pull up in our driveway. I was in mild to moderate pain now, and was still holding myself for dear life. I ushered my friend out of our house a little more forcefully than was polite, dancing around with my hand in my pants the entire time, as I had to go NOW. Never before had I been this desperate to pee. When the front door closed, I speed-walked straight for the bathroom, tore my pants down, and took the most satisfying piss I had ever taken up to then. I was... um, 'drained' after that, and I realized that I had just held it that long without wetting myself. I had held it rather long before. My childhood was filled with times where I was sitting at the computer, desperate to pee, but not willing to get up because I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, until finally I couldn't take it any more. But this memory has stuck in my mind more than anything. Because this is the day that I had discovered the thrill of holding it... I liked that feeling! This was the day I discovered Omorashi.
  15. Hey guys, this story was a commission by Rick Dixon, and he helped with the storyline and setting, so props to him for that! Hope you like it! As always C and C welcome and appreciated! And finally! Enjoy! I’ve attached a stock photo of Alison so you can all visualise her! Alison, was full of regret, she had been working hard all day, intending to try and get off early so she could drive over to see her little brother’s play on sleeping beauty. But it had been a hot day, and her decision to skip bathroom breaks in favour of getting to the school all the earlier was really starting to prove a uncomfortable error. No matter how much her mom would have bitten her head off for being even later than she already is. As she parked her car, Alison decided that she would really struggle to get through this play, knowing how long it is likely to drag on, and so walks as quickly as her tightly pressed legs would allow to the nearest bathroom. As she is walking towards the toilets her bladder is pulsing, being so close to relief, but as she turns the corner she is met by the sight of a janitor slapping a cleaning in process sign on the door. Alison stopped and squirmed trying to maintain some dignity as she asked. “ err.. sir? Please can I go in first? I am really desperate and I need to go before the play starts!” “Sorry miss you’ll just have to hold it for a minute” replied the janitor Alison was about to protest that she might not have that long when the tannoy sounded, signalling the start of the play, and so with a humph she minced her way to her seat. As soon as she sat down, Alison crossed her legs as tightly as she could, aiming to dash for the toilets as soon as she could. However the curtains open to a bubbling pot of water, which did nothing to help Alison, who was trying to think of anything but liquids, and deciding that the janitor would be finished by now, got up to make a dash for it. “Sit down! It’s almost the intermission, be polite Alison!” Whispered her mother, pulling her back into her seat with a painful jolt to her bladder, sending it sloshing around “Would it be polite to have a flood in this hall?” Muttered Alison, her long dark hair fanning out in front of her pale face, as she slowly slipped a hand between her legs. Alison glanced through her hair to the stage where her brother had just walked on, however she couldn’t hear his lines. ‘He must have stage fright!’ she thought, before wincing as the child next to her started slurping from his drink loudly, the sounds travelling straight to her strained bladder. As she looked away from the child, her foot tapping away, and her arms crossed over her chest, she noticed the intermission sign being placed up. This was her chance! She slowly rose to her feet, making sure not to put any pressure on her bladder, which was bulging out over the top of her tight jeans, when she was roughly pulled back into her seat once more by her mother, her ass landing in the seat with such force that a small spurt of pee squirted out of her crotch and dampened her panties. Alison quickly placed both hands in her crotch and squeezed for all she was worth, as her mother whispered to her. “Sit down, it starting again!” “You can’t be serious!” Alison moaned, how could her brother do this to her? She looked at the stage willing it to end, her brother was just about to kiss the sleeping beauty, then the curtains rolled back to reveal a running waterfall, and a random child for some reason, but Alison didn’t notice that, she was too busy bending over and shoving her hands deeper into herself in an effort not to wet herself like a child right there. Then as if to add to her torture, the sprinklers turned on outside. Alison had tears welling in her eyes as she felt a drop leak past her defences and trail down the inside of her thigh. However her salvation was at hand, her brother had just kissed the girl, and now everyone was stood up and clapping as they all bowed. Alison didn’t waste a second, she pushed past her row, not caring for the moment what she looked like, only that she made it to a toilet before she completely peed her pants. She turned the corner and the cleaning notice was down! “Thank god! I’m going to burst!” She cried As the pushed the door, but she hit resistance, she pushed harder, and this time she could hear raised voices. The door swung open to a livid looking girl. “WHAT?!” She screamed. “I need to use the bathroom. I..I’m going to have an accident!” Alison Stuttered. “WAIT YOU’RE DAMN TURN!” The girl screamed before slamming the door Alison bobbed down and wiggled her ass, trying to hold back the flood, which, being so close to relief, was pulsating against her tired muscles and getting more insistent by the minute. But just then she heard the jangling of keys, she swivelled around to see the janitor walking to his closet. Alison hobbled over to him and grabbed him by the shoulder, he turned around and recognition flashed in his eyes. “Oh hi there Miss, all’s finished now!” He Chirped “It’s occupied, is there another.. nngh!.. toilet?!” Alison Groaned. “Why yes! On the other side of the building!” The janitor replied, seemingly obvious to Alison’s shaking form, with both hands buried in her crotch. “T..thank you!” Alison called, moving as fast as she could, hoping it wasn’t too late. How she managed to cross the school without losing it all was a miracle, however as she opened the door to the corridor holding the toilets, she was met with an ugly sight, a long line. “Just my luck!” Alison cried, as another spurt escaped her hold. With no other choice, Alison joined the end of the queue, dancing around and blushing when she realised that some of the girls were looking at her and muttering, she tried to keep still but only succeeding in spurting into her soaked panties, leaving a coin sized wet patch on the crotch of her jeans. Alison glanced at the Male toilets, with no line. There was no choice really. She hobbled over to the door, but as she pushed on it, it swung open with such force that Alison was sent crashing into the person exiting, losing control and peeing for a full second before she managed to gain a wavering control. Alison blushed deep crimson, It was Chris! Her high school crush! “Oh hey Alison! I’ve not seen you in years! How are you?” Chris oozed, “Chris, I’d love to chat, but I really need to pee and I... oh no!” Alison Sobbed, as she felt her bladder give in, and flood her jeans. Face like a tomato, Alison sank down to her knees in her rapidly growing puddle of pee, face in her hands, her hair shielding everyone from view, as she sobbed her heart out. ‘Oh why didn’t I just pee before I left?!’ Fin
  16. Mbgpeelover

    Halls of residence holding

    Hope I am not over posting! Every bit of this is a true event. During my first year at university I paid to live in the halls of residence. It was a cheaply built prefabricated two story building with small individual rooms which contained a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a set of drawers, a shelf, bedside cabinet and a sink. Each floor had a corridor with twelve bedrooms which were all for the same sex students and at the end of each corridor was a set of toilets (four cubicles) and a set of four showers. Downstairs there was a communal area for sitting with a TV and along at the other side of the building was a large dining room. I was on the first floor and two thirds of the way along the corridor. I was 18 and very shy. I wasn’t terribly social and didn’t drink at that time for medical reasons. The most important thing was I hated anyone knowing I was going to the toilet. I found it so embarrassing and felt everyone would be looking at me. I was also terrified of anyone hearing me pee so struggled to go if anyone else was in another cubicle. I studied hard and having a sink meant I could make myself endless cups of tea with my kettle. I also drank water to help me concentrate. I would regularly find myself studying or writing up an assignment on my laptop sitting at my desk and need to visit the bathroom. The problem was if anyone was chatting in the corridor or people were mingling about, as was common, I was far too embarrassed to leave my room and have others see that I was going to the toilet. So I would just hold on until I could not hear anyone and then slip out as quick as I could. Usually by the time I managed this I was very desperate to go. I particularly remember one night when it must have been close to the end of term. We had some exams coming up but most of our assignments had already been handed in and the other students were starting to ‘wind down’. This meant they were in and out of each other’s bedrooms, chatting in corridors and generally being very social. This meant I really struggled to go to the toilet. I recall sitting at my desk after dinner and drinking water and tea and nibbling on some crisps while I tried to study for my exams. It wasn’t long at all before I began needing the toilet but there was a lot of chatting outside so I ignored my desire and crossed my legs. I kept studying not thinking much about it as holding on was normal for me anyway but it wasn’t long before I was reminded of my need to go, coupled with the fact I had been drinking more because the crisps were salty. I bounced my knee up and down and whispered to myself that I needed a wee. I talk to myself about my need a lot when bursting. Time went on and still I could hear chatting. I was finding it rather distracting so put some earphones in and tried to study. My bladder continued to remind me of my desire for release and by now I was intermittently crossing my legs tight and bouncing my knee or alternatively scissoring my legs in and out trying to hold my bursting bladder in. In the privacy of my own room I eventually found myself holding myself with one hand while I typed notes with the other and sitting right on the edge of my seat. I removed the headphones in the hope the place was quiet as I so had to pee and had been holding at least an hour whilst still drinking. My bladder was aching now too. I could not hear anyone so headed towards the door whispering to myself how bursting I was and pleading everyone to be away so I could run to the loos. It seemed quiet as I pee danced at my door so I slowly pulled the handle down and peeked out. As I glanced down the corridor with my hand between my legs but hidden by my door I was horrified to see two students had wedged their doors open and they were studying and chatting to each other freely. I would have to pass them both to get to the bathroom and that would mean they would know I had to pee. I was so embarrassed I closed my door and silently swore. Why could I not just walk to the toilets? I knew everyone peed but somehow the thought they would know where I was going coupled by the gross idea they might hear me pee terrified me and crippled me into staying in my room absolutely dying for a pee. I stood there and pee danced for a few minutes until my need died down to a manageable level. I often find my need comes in waves. I wasn’t really able to study now so I shut down my laptop and went over to look out my window. It faces the main entrance of the university and I stood there with my legs crossed and my hands drumming against my thighs as I tried to work out what to do. Other than the mug and my kettle I had nothing else I could see in my room that I could pee into as I could not work out how to aim into the sink as I wasn’t tall enough. I stood there wishing I was a man and able to aim into that sink. Oh did I need to urinate so bad. I tried sitting on the seat and rocking with one hand pushing against my vagina as it throbbed so bad for release whist my other hand pressed firmly on my table as my whole body tensed to try and keep my bladder from bursting. That worked for a very short time but I really HAD to go. Tears were forming in my eyes and my forehead was sweating. I was wearing leggings and a top so there was no buttons I could release to help my bladder expand and even my leggings felt tight at my waist now. I moved onto the bed where I writhed in utter longing to pee. I rolled about with a hand between my legs and stroked myself. Whilst I found the whole feeling a huge turn on I was concerned I would wet everywhere any minute. I tried kneeling with my foot under me and bouncing but that only helped for a minute too. I pulled my pillow over and sat on that pulling it between my legs as tight as I could as I rocked back and forth rhythmically. That helped a bit more but only because it was really turning me on a lot and I could feel my knickers getting damp. I panicked a little at this so slipped my hand inside my leggings and knickers to check if I had leaked but what I discovered was actually tons and tons of long stringy clear mucus that was causing my vagina to open, swell and gyrate. I pulled my hand out with my fingers soaked with my own juices as I continued to gyrate against the pillow with a orgasmic combination of being so horny mixed with an absolutely urgent desperate need to piss a never ending waterfall. I was whispering, almost panting, ‘gotta pee so bad, gotta orgasm so bad’ over and over as my whole body sweat and shook. I HAD to climax now so I quickly returned my hand inside my underwear and inserted two fingers easily inside myself as I pushed against my hand and fingers up and down as my head tipped back and rested against the wall behind me. It took very little time before I shook as I climaxed beautifully in the privacy of my bedroom as I held urgently onto my full bladder. It took a minute or two to recover and now my mouth felt so dry, I was sweating and my hand was literally covered with running mucus from my pussy. I got up, finished my glass of water from earlier and ran the tap to wash my hands. It was only then I realised I still needed the loo very very badly. Very badly indeed actually. I dried my hands, took a deep breath and walked down the corridor as quick as I could right past the two open doors and finally made it to the bathroom just in time for a huge torrent of pee to rush out of me. I only just managed to get my leggings down though so my knickers were totally drenched. Totally drenched indeed. I took them off including my leggings and wrung them over the toilet as I was still sitting on it, now naked from the waist down, then put some toilet paper on the crotch of my leggings to stop the wet pants showing through before putting my soaked knickers and toilet paper stuffed leggings back on. After washing and drying my hands I casually walked back to my room where I changed into fresh knickers and my pyjamas ready for bed. That was a very very close call that had a very unexpected twist.
  17. Mbgpeelover

    Seeing John desperate

    As part of the university course I was on we had to go on regular placements. The students who lived in the halls of residence were often placed in far away towns and taken to bed and breakfasts for a week. This was one such time. There were around 30 of us on the hour and a half journey and the journey on the Sunday was very uneventful. Our placements were spread around quite an area with various students dropped in little towns along the countryside. I was around half way through the drop off with John being one of the last dropped off. Placement week was always busy and we were all looking forward to hearing how everyone had got on on the Friday evening. The placement finished at around 3pm and the first students, John and another girl, were first picked up around 6pm. John had had an outstanding critique and he had consumed a few beers to celebrate as well as having a coffee with his main meal. Friday evening traffic meant it was almost 6:45 before the last students were picked up and the coach then had a 90 minute journey back to the university. It was an old coach with no bathroom and not even any seatbelts! John was sat in a double seat to himself and I was across the aisle from him with another student beside me. We were all tired and lots of the students either fell asleep or wore headphones and listened to music. It was dark outside so nothing to see out the windows anyway. Roughly half an hour into the journey and John asked me the time. I say half an hour into the journey though for John it was more like an hour as he had been picked up first. Anyway, the first I noticed was his body facing more into the aisle and his leg bouncing a little. He looked up towards the driver as I told him the time. ‘Oh,I was hoping it was much later’ he replied before crossing his ankles. We made light chit chat about our placements and our grades but he seemed a little fidgety and distracted. He mentioned he’d has a few beers and ‘a coffee and might need a piss soon’ though I was thinking he looked liked he already did. The conversation came to a natural pause after I gave an embarrassed laugh at his comment but he smiled at me then looked back down to the driver. He moved over to the window seat and crossed his legs at the knees. I didn’t want to make it obvious but I could not take my eyes off him. He was dressed in a suit and tie, in his early twenties, had wavy brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was well out of my league but I liked him as a friend. Maybe ten to fifteen minutes later he shifted back towards the aisle again with one leg in the aisle tapping his foot on the metal walk way. His black smart shoes making the tap tap noise much more obvious. He whispered over to me, ‘do you think the driver would stop if I asked him nicely. I need a piss.’ I shrugged my shoulders and whispered back ‘you can only ask I guess’ I checked my watch to see we still had at least 45 minutes to go. John walked down and spoke to the driver and returned to sit on his seat and resumed the leg bouncing. ‘So?’ I asked. ‘He reckons I should wait.’ ‘Can you?’ This time John shrugged though I could tell he was very disappointed and unimpressed at the situation. He wriggled a bit, leaning forward with his head resting on the seat in front. ‘I need a piss’ he murmured to no-one in particular. He fluctuated between the window seat with his legs crossed looking out the window, to the aisle seat with his legs bouncing until suddenly I saw him in the window seat holding himself with one hand and his bottom raised above the seat. He bounced his bottom back onto the seat squirming as he did so. There was half an hour minimum still to go to our destination but he looked really bursting now. Again he walked down the aisle to the driver, presumably begging him to stop again. Again the second time he returned to his seat swinging his legs as he sat down with a hand resting on his crotch area. What had started as whispers between us was now general knowledge as one student after the other started asking John if he was ok. ‘I’m just fucking bursting for a piss that’s what wrong and the stupid driver won’t stop! Ok!’ He said rather loudly and much more angry than I could ever recall seeing him. Others tried to console him with the usual platitudes of ‘not long now mate’, ‘you’ll be fine’, ‘try not to think about it’ etc, none of which was helping poor John. He really was openly struggling now. He could hardly sit still. He was rubbing his crotch then gripping himself, then bouncing about, then tapping his knees with his hands. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, his head leaning on the headrest in front of him, he rocked and rubbed his trousers and swung his legs repeating to himself ‘need to fucking piss’ over and over. I was in such a quandary. The entire situation was making my own pussy throb with a very different need to John’s, my nipples were brick hard and tender and I wanted to rock in time with John but yet at the same time I really didn’t want him embarrassed or having an accident in front of all his peers. Partly to calm my own beating heart that was going ninety to the dozen with desire and party to try and keep my friend from utter humiliation, I swallowed hard and overcame my own shyness and walked up the aisle to speak to the driver. ‘Sorry to bother you. It’s just my friend really can’t wait any longer and I don’t want your seats being damaged with urine. Please could you stop somewhere, when it’s safe of course, and let him get release? It really is an emergency I’m afraid.’ I glanced back at John who had loosened his belt and undone the clip on his suit trousers and was rocking and holding himself for dear life. Despite me trying to be discreet John shouted from the middle of the coach ‘Mate I need a fucking piss. Please stop. I’m about to piss myself!’ I almost climaxed right there so much so I had to steady myself and sit down on the nearest seat as the driver started to slow down and pull into the side of the road. As we slowed to a stop John stood up with a hand now inside his trousers holding his penis through his boxers as he hobbled down the aisle and descended the few steps to the fresh air. It was pitch black outside but the headlights of the coach meant I could just about make out John’s shadow as he hobbled to some bushes and stood pissing for what seemed like hours. I stayed at the front of the coach and stood to thank the driver. The driver sighed and said ‘we really did have just ten minutes to go too’ but I smiled and said ‘I don’t think he could have held two more minutes let alone ten do you?’ As we both looked in the wing mirror at the male shadow standing at the bushed with his trousers barely above his knees! John was still pissing! Finally he headed back to the coach and the driver opened the doors to let him in just as a number of cheeky students clapped for him. I have never seen John so embarrassed! As John returned to his seat I followed behind as the driver pulled back onto the road for the last ten minutes. John returned to the aisle seat, relaxed, relieved and happy. As I sat down he took my hand and held it, looking right at me and whispered a sexy ‘thank you’ as he leaned in towards me and kissed my cheek. He had no idea the shivers that sent right through my body and the desires it stirred in my private areas. I was delighted he made it on time but I needed back to the privacy of my room to orgasm soon. We never became an item but remained good friends throughout our years at university. Unfortunately I never got to see him bursting as bad as that day but my memory replays the magic often.
  18. Hi, I have heard that a few people only come on here when they themselves have full bladders. I know I often come on here like that too. Do any others only come in here when holding/desperate or do you come in at other times too?
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  20. Kirti has been working as a maid at our place for a couple of years now. She recently got married and shifted to another city but my memories with her remained firm in my mind. She is 24 years old , not much older than I am . Both of us shared a friendly and cordial relationship but still talking of the sadist mind that I have, I wanted to see her desperate for the toilets once, just once. She got hitched earlier this year.After spending a couple of months at her husband’s place she came back to the city and soon resumed work at our house. She belongs to one of those financially unstable families , although my mom pays her well enough it somehow seems to be insufficient for her. We both shared our lives with each other as friends and she often told me about the things she came across in her day to day life. It was post her marriage that she had developed a huge fetish for branded and expensive saris and a majority part of her income was being consumed by these purchases. Yes apart from what my mother pays her, I have lent her money a countless number of times, because we both have developed a mutual trust and we don’t keep an account of the give and take we do. The other day she told me that she wanted to buy one of those overrated silk saris, goddamn seriously , this was going to be her third purchase of the month! It cost around a whooping Rs. 4795 but she didn’t have any money left in her wallet, she had spent a majority of her income. Okay I don’t say that it is wrong for a person to buy something if they want to but, overdoing something is bad. She couldn’t ask for money from her husband or her parents because they themselves are struggling financially to make ends meet. The only person left in the picture to ask for some finance is obviously me, because with me she wouldn’t have to bother to return it. She came silently came up to my room and with a pinch of smile asked, “Hey could you give me some money I really have to buy that sari I saw the other day at the mall” she said, “I’ll totally return it later”, we both knew she wouldn’t . “Sari?! Again!?” I asked with a hint of uneasiness with this demand of hers , “I thought you brought a sari two weeks back ?” “Yes I did, but this one I am talking about is from a seasonal sale and they may run out of stock anytime ,that’s is why I really need to buy it now” she replied. Although I was highly reluctant to give her any money, I had to because she really pleaded me for it. “Okay fine how much do you want? May I tell you ,I don’t have a lot of cash with me right now” I stated. “Oh I already have around 2000 rupees ,I need a considerable sum of money more” she said. “I just have 600 hundred bucks left with me, I can lend that to you” “Ya that sounds good, thank you so much” she said as she supported herself with both hands on my desk. I gave her the money and continued with my daily routine of sitting around wasting time during my semester breaks. Then later that day out of nowhere an idea struck me. What if I ask her to hold it in return of more money? Okay this sounds easy but actually it’s really scary to ask a woman , whom you’ve not been involved sexually with , to hold her pee. I have been desperate for some Omorashi action for months now and this seemed to be good opportunity but chances were that she might get angry , real angry at this. The next day she arrived as usual at 7:00am, wearing a purple purple kurta and black salwar,her long black hair tide back. The moment I saw her my mind filled with images of her desperate to use the toilets, but that was way down the road right now. At around 10:00 when my parents and brother went to work and school respectively, I managed to muster up some strength and walk up to Kirti who was working in the kitchen preparing something what seemed like a curry. “So have you managed to accumulate the remaining amount for you sari?” I asked . “No , I don’t think I’ll be able to buy it, there is no way I can collect that much cash in time” This was my chance, I had a good reserve left in my bank account and maybe I could have exchanged it with witnessing a female desperation scenario of a lifetime, but I certainly was not going to force her into it. “Look..” I said with hesitance in my voice, “.. I have a little cash in my bank account, I could withdraw it for you but…” I stopped, rationalizing in my mind whether to port forth my demands or not. “…but what?” Kirti asked, maybe she looked at it as a glimmer of hope and didn’t want it to extinguish. “..but I want you to do a favor for me” I said, my head was starting to go blank with fear and nervousness as I was about to say it. “Oh what do you want me to do? I’ll do anything…” she said excited and smiling now. “I’ll tell you but first promise me , you won’t tell it to anyone” I said, making sure this conversation remained between both of us, “It may sound a little gross and you can turn down the offer if you’re not willing but please don’t tell about this to anyone” I repeated myself. “Ya I won’t tell anyone, but what is it?” she asked. “I want you to hold your pee” I said, my brain went blank with fear , doubt , guilt and shame as I said this to a woman who saw me as a friend and nothing else. I didn’t knew how she would react to such a statement, I thought she was going to be really angry at me but all she seemed to be was confused , “What? Why would you want me to do that? I would never do that! ” she said ,making a disgusted face ,maybe implying that the deal was now off. I was now loosing on my only chance to make Kirti hold it. “Please could you do this for me, just once” I begged like a small child does for toys. “What will you get from making me do that?” she asked again, this time with a smile on her face. “I really want to know how long you can hold because I’ve never seen you use the toilets in our home” I said, I was now getting more shameless and more nervous at the same time in admitting my kinks. This was true, during her twelve hour shift from 7:00 am to 7:00 pm I had never ever seen her going to the toilets ever. “I assure you, you’ll be paid well for this” I told her. “I didn’t realize you noticed me so much, I am unsure of it, what do I have to do?” she asked, “I never knew you thought of me that way” “You’ll just have to drink a lot and hold yourself as long as you possibly can” I said, “..and the longer you hold it, the more I’ll pay you” . By this time I was blushing with embarrassment. “Okay, but I’ not so sure of it” she answered. “Ya it is totally your call, I don’t want to force you into this” I was absolutely damn sure that I’ve lost the deal, she was never going to agree to this but I desperately wanted her to say yes to it. “Okay I’ll do it, but on one condition, I’ll go whenever I want to” she stated, loud and clear. I couldn’t believe my ears , it felt as if I was dreaming and this dream was going to break any moment from now. I had the wildest goose bumps of my life when she agreed to it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, just to make sure she wasn’t doing it out of any pressure. “Ya, just tell me what I’ve to do” she said. “You’ve to drink a big bottle of water a hold it till you possibly can’t any longer” I said as I went on to pick up a 2.25 liter bottle of Mountain Dew from the table . Her eyes widened horror as she saw the huge bottle I held in my hand, maybe analyzing the idea of that much liquid in her bladder. Truth be told I really wanted to test her bladder capacity ,to make her hold to her absolute limit , push her to the point where it wouldn’t be possible to hold on any longer. I filled the bottle with chilled water and placed it on the table back again. “Oh my god, seriously do I have to drink all that?” she said, her tone had a clue of hesitance. “Yes, if you’re not sure about this you can still back out” I quoted , to make sure she was doing this by her own free will. “Yes I’ll do it, do I have to drink the entire bottle of water all at once ?” “Exactly , you may visit the toilets before you begin” I implied. After a trip to the toilet to empty herself out, Kirti came back , washed her hands and slowly started taking sips from the bottle. Even thought she was having this holding scenario going on, she couldn’t put a hold on her work, so she went back to the kitchen and continued with her chores. She was gulping down the liquid from the bottle at a constant pace and before I knew it the she had already drank a majority portion from it. As she was drinking and doing her work , I could not help but think of Kirti in a scenario where she desperate to pee , at last my dream was going to come true. Within half an hour she had emptied the bottle, she smiled, placed a hand on her now bloated stomach and said, “That was a lot of water” , rubbing her belly. “Ya I know, now all you have to do is to hold it till you’re limit” I said excitedly, thinking of what was to come along. “Okay I’ll try my best” she said and got back to work. I sat there in the drawing room, talking regular glances at her and making sure she didn’t go to the loos. Around 20 minutes later she did admit her first need to pee, she was preparing lunch so she had plenty of work to keep her mind distracted from her need to use the restrooms. Her kidneys were pumping a constant stream of urine into her bladder now and before no time she should be desperate . I was happy and satisfied that my plan was working just the way I wanted it to. She had started drinking at 10:18 am, it was 11:00 am now and she was continuously working in the kitchen, cooking food , cleaning the stove etc.... She obviously has to juggle between various tasks during her work period. “How are you feeling right now?” I asked, trying to know if she was even a little desperate. “I have to go, but I can easily hold it” she replied. As time crawled by I wanted to know how she was feeling , did her urge to go increase or not? Certainly I was curious and turned-on now. The fact that a beautiful young woman was holding it out was enough to get me going. I wanted her to be trapped in that kitchen needing to pee forever. I didn't want her to get the relief of urinating. I asked her if I could take her photos but she declined, but from what I saw, her bladder was clearly starting to show its first signs of bulge. Downing the entire 2.25 liters of water at once was obviously going to pose serious problems for her later. It was 11:33 am when she started with the laundry. All that plunging her hands in cold water was causing a bad effect on her, “I really feel like taking a leak” she said with a wide smile. She clearly was trying to make the situation as less awkward as possible. “Okay I’ll set a bench mark “ I said, “You’ll get two hundred rupees for each hour you hold for, by that means you’ll earn a thousand bucks if you hold on for 5 hours straight” I stated. “Oh my god, I don’t think I can hold back that long” she replied as she bit her finger in doubt. Kirti could clearly feel her bladder getting collected with wee, but what she didn’t know was , the fun was just to begin. It was exactly 12:00 pm now, almost two hours since she had drank the entire bottle of water. By this time she seemed a little panicky. “It is more difficult than I thought” she reported, this was the first time when I realized she was having trouble holding her pee. I couldn’t stop staring at her bladder bulge which seemed to be growing by the moment. Then, when she was placing clothes inside the dryer , without giving any caution, I poked her bladder with my finger just to see how she reacts. “Aaaahh…!” she squealed, with a laugh “What do you think you are doing, don’t do that again” she complained, as she bent down and held bladder with her left hand. “Okay I am sorry” I replied smiling, her bladder felt hard and firm ,my finger really hurt from poking her. I wanted to record each moment of her desperation in her mind, because I knew it , this moment was never going to come back. Kirti was hopping foot-to-foot now, she was certainly feeling the pressure building up in her bladder. I wanted to know more of her real life wettings if she had any, so I again gathered up some strength and asked, “Have you ever wet yourself?”. We both were in a more comfortable level of understanding now, I was not expecting her to get aggressive or to get offended by my question and my guess was right. “No I haven’t wet ,myself ever but I’ve had a some pretty close calls” she replied. She told me about her experiences when she had been desperate to use the toilets and it sounded like some epiphany to me. By the time it she was done with the washing, it was 1:07 pm. Kirti went to the drawing room and sat on the sofa, “My bladder feels like it is going to burst inside me” she said, wiggling and squirming. “Do you want to end the hold?” I asked out of concern, “..you’re most welcome, if you want to. You’ve already held it for almost three hours which means a good six-hundred rupees, that’s not bad” “No I think I can hold it a while longer, I need to pry out as much money as I possibly can” she replied, her body, utterly tensed now. “Well , I was thinking , if you could pee into a bucket or something, we may get an idea of how much you are holding?” I stated , as I went to be seated next to her. “Ya, I’m fine with that, but that means you’ve to pay me more” she replied. “That sounds cool to me, do you want to watch a movie while you hold it?” “No I still have a ton of work to do & I am absolutely going out of my mind needing to pee right now” she replied. After another half an hour of dusting tables and chairs, she finally couldn’t hold on any longer and went to the toilet. She peed into a bucket as we both had agreed earlier , “My bladder feels so stretched” ,she said, as she came out of the toilet, “…but it feels a ton better than before” “That is a lot!” I exclaimed, looking at the sheer quantity she had let out into the bucket. I then carefully poured the contents of the bucket into a one-liter bottle, it almost filled to the brim. Then I poured the reaming contents to another bottle of the same capacity as the previous one, it filled up to three-fourth , before the bucket ran empty. I guess it was roughly around 1700ml! Wow! I amazed to know that she had such copious bladder capacity! She was shy at first when she saw that her pee had almost filled up both the bottles, but later stated, “No wonder I was so desperate to wee”. I asked her to get a photo clicked with these two bottles filled with her pee and she agreed. I paid her a total of 1200 rupees, yes that was more than what we had agreed upon, but we both were happy in the end.
  21. Hi again all, It's been a while but I have been trying to find time to write the second chapter about Alice. If you missed it, chapter one is here. Massive thanks for the positive feedback from posters on my previous chapter. Hope you enjoy this one! I don't get much time, but i'll try to follow this up when I can! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice stood on the street, tapping her foot subconsciously as she stared at the building. From the outside, it was nothing special. Just a typical dilapidated old warehouse in East London that had seen a revival in recent years, with investors flooding the area as it became fashionable. 'I should have bought a place here ten years ago, it would have quadrupled in price by now' Alice thought as she stared. She hadn't been sure she would come back to this building. Her past experience here had been completely unexpected and entirely new to her. Although the high salary was extremely appealing, Alice had always thought of herself as rather 'normal', sexually. What happened here the week before had been so far out of her comfort zone that afterwards she had sworn to herself she wouldn't go back. That was five days ago. Since then, there had been very little she was able to think about except for the feeling of utter and complete desperation she had felt, combined with the extremely erotic way she had been touched by another woman. Alice had been more turned on than she could ever remember that afternoon, and she had remained so for the last five days, no matter how many times she told herself to ignore it. Alice had never been one for 'self pleasuring'. She had always seen it as extremely embarassing, even when her friends talked about it. The last five days she had come closer than ever before to giving it a try. She was finding the constant tingling and dampness between her legs almost unbearable. Added to that, every time she needed to pee she had become so uncontrollably aroused that she had to go and pee immediately or her legs would start to go weak as she tried to hold it in. That was exactly what was happening now. Her first day in the Omobar, as a paid member of staff. A very well paid member. Her bladder felt uncomfortable. She would normally have gone to the bathroom an hour before, at least, but she had been told to turn up needing to pee, and here she was. Tapping her foot on the pavement and building up the courage to enter. 'Here we go then' she muttered, and strode across the road, pushing the buzzer. The door swung open after a few minutes and she walked down the stairs. A friendly face greeted her at the elevator. "Hi Alice, welcome back," Sophie said with a smile showing her perfect teeth. She wore a short, figure hugging pink dress which showed off her curves beautifully, her hair falling in ringlets over prominent and poorly concealed breasts. "Thanks!" replied Alice, blushing a little as she took in the gorgeous figure in front of her. 'What is wrong with me at the moment? Everything is turning me on like crazy" she thought to herself angrily. 'Behave like a professional for god's sake' They got into the lift and descended to the floor below. "Changing rooms," smiled Sophie, noticing Alice's questioning glance. She hadn't been to this floor during the last visit. The doors slid open and Alice looked around. It was like a changing room at a fancy gym, except with the notable absence of toilets. She squeezed her thighs together and rose onto tiptoes for a moment. "Need to pee?" Sophie asked "Pretty badly" Alice replied with a weak smile, resuming her leg tapping. "Well the clients should be here in about half an hour, so not too much waiting. Time to get changed! Drink this." Sophie handed her one of the mysterious cocktails she had been served at her interview. "What should I wear?" Alice sipped her cocktail, feeling nervous that the outfits she had brought were not glamorous enough "Everything is here in your locker, don't worry" Sophie replied, with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. "It's just me and you tonight, only two clients. Should be great fun!" Alice surprised herself by feeling slightly disappointed. She realised she had been hoping that Rachel would be there, with her full, wet mouth and probing, soft, sensual fingers... She stopped herself and realised she had been about to touch herself through her skirt just thinking about it. Blushing a deep red she turned around and sat down on a bench, pressing the edge of it into her crotch and wriggling on it to stop her need to pee being quite so severe. "Sorry, I..." She said, red faced. "Don't worry," replied the brunette. "I was the same when I started. Had to make myself cum about 8 times a day for the first month just to calm myself down." She winked slowly at Alice and looked her up and down, which only served to increase Alice's arousal. "Oh, I don't... erm... No, I haven't..." Alice chuckled bashfully, unsure of what to say when faced with such a brazen admission. "Shut up!" Sophie replied with her mouth open. "You haven't touched yourself since last week??" "I've never.. erm... never done that!" Alice muttered under her breath, finishing her cocktail with a slurp. "Shit, girl, you must be going out of your mind. This place is the sexiest place I've ever been, and your interview was one of the sexiest things i've ever seen! How could you stand not cumming after that?!" "It's been... difficult" Sophie looked long and hard at the wriggling girl and after a few moments, said "I've got just the thing for you tonight. Get dressed." Alice stood up with an effort, clenching her pee hole closed, and pulled a dress identical to Sophie's but in black out of the locker. 'What the hell was in the drink??' she thought to herself for the second time that week. She undressed slowly, being careful not to jolt her bladder. Her top and bra came off with her legs crossed, but she had to twist her skirt to unzip it and it put awful pressure on her bladder. "Fuck, not yet!" she moaned, sliding her legs frantically past each other as she buried her hand in her crotch. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood there in black lace panties, hand in her crotch, as she tried to decide the best way to get the dress on without pissing in it before the night had even started. "You are so beautiful" Said Sophie, coming round from behind the lockers. "And damn sexy when you hold yourself. Is it that bad already?" Alice nodded and whimpered. She had drunk a lot of water and two mugs of tea before coming just in case she didn't need to pee enough.It was all hitting her at once now and she collapsed to her knees, sitting on her heel, grinding it into her crotch. Together, they squeezed Alice into the dress. It felt way too tight around her bladder and she didn't dare get up. There was no room for a bra under the dress and Alice was sitting on her heel so there was no way to get the dress past her hips without her standing. "OK, ready?" Said Sophie, who had started to wriggle around herself. "One, two.... three" Alice clenched as hard as she could, stood up, and her hand flew to her crotch. She had gotten so desperate so quickly again, but this time after the last five days of sexual denial, she was also getting uncontrollably horny. This was easily the most desperate she had been since her interview, and it seemed, now, that desperation was directly linked to arousal. Even just with her hand in her crotch, not moving, on the outside of her panties she felt her legs getting weak and her breath becoming shallow, her face reddening. "No, no" Sophie intervened. "Not yet beautiful," Alice was returned to the real world and realised she had her eyes closed and was leaning against the lockers. She looked down at herself, dress hiked up around her hips, hand on her small panties. She blushed again. "Sorry, I... I don't know what..." Sophie stepped over so she was within an inch of Alice's face. Her beautiful perfume and bouncy chestnut hair occupying all of Alice's senses apart from those in her bladder. She leaned in and sensually, softly and fragrantly kissed Alice on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds but to Alice it felt like weeks. She was breathless again and her knees were shaking, half from her desperate attempt to hold her bladder, half from how close she was to orgasm. "Plenty of time for orgasms. Plenty of them." She was still so close Alice could have licked her. "The clients are arriving now and we need to be ready." she whispered in Alice's ear. "Take off your panties" "I can't, I'll piss myself" the poor girl moaned, legs bouncing back and forward. "You can do this" A soft whisper Alice took a deep breath, concentrated with all her strength on holding her pee, and released her hand. "Aaaaaaaaah" screamed the poor tortured girl with the sheer effort of holding her pee hole closed without her hand to help. Her chest was heaving, breasts almost coming out of the small cups that the dress provided. With one swift movement, Sophie bent down, pulled the black panties down to Alice's ankles and replaced Alice's hand with her own, jamming it between the tanned thighs which were pounding up and down, mincing together in a last ditch effort to hold on. "Oh. My. God." Exclaimed Sophie as Alice stood, trembling, her whole body shaking as she fought the wave of pee inside her. "You are unbelievably wet. I have literally never felt anything like this!" Sophie's fingers were sliding aroung between Alice's legs as she writhed, leaning against the lockers. "I... Can't ....Stop" She screamed. She could feel a wave building up inside her. Her whole body was burning, shaking, tingling with the most incredible feeling she could ever imagine. Her toes went numb, followed by her fingers, and still Sophie's hand slid around the soft, slippery wetness between her legs, Alice's bladder felt like it was ready to explode. Pain shot through her stomach and down into her crotch, mixing with the intense pleasure she was getting from Sophie. She writhed and groaned, faster and harder. "I... Seriously..." She breathed "Can't..." With that Alice collapsed against the lockers and Sophie reached around behind her to steady her, pressing into her stomach accidentally. The second she did so, a loud hissing sound burst from between Alice's legs and she screamed, on the very edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. "No! Stop!" Said Sophie urgently, breathing heavily and looking flushed herself. Alice started retreating from the edge of orgasm. "Please, keep touching! Almost... There..." But Sophie had removed her hand and was repeating herself. "Stop!!" With a superhuman effort, Alice pulled all her strength together and cut off the flow of pee. She had peed for about fifteen seconds. Not nearly enough to satisfy her desperate bladder, but enough to enable her stand without holding herself. "Why?" She asked breathlessly, chest heaving and feeling slowly returning to her toes. "You have to be desperate for the clients," replied Sophie with a wink. "But I need to..." Alice was returning to herself now. Still desperate to pee, still desperate for an orgasm, but still bashful. She admonished herself for almost saying 'cum' infront of someone else! She hastily pulled her dress down to cover her still dripping vagina, noticing the fluid coating the inside of her thighs. "Like I say, plenty of time," Sophie smiled mischeviously. She pulled out a strange looking device that looked like a three pronged rubber fork but with the three prongs arranged in a triangle and the handle missing. "This is for you". Sophie stepped towards Alice again and slowly pulled up her dress, once again revealing her neatly trimmed hair and shining wet crotch. Alice was wriggling a little with desperation but she allowed Alice to guide the rubber fork into her pussy. One prong reached inside her, pressing gently on the inside of her, right against her g-spot. Alice gasped sharply as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. 'Another woman is putting something inside me!' her mind shouted, almost as loud as her bladder was shouting. The second and third prongs reached outside, one on either side of her enlarged clitoris which was slippery and begging to be touched. The prongs brushed it slightly and Alice shuddered with pleasure, almost losing control of her bladder again. "Shit!" she shouted instinctively, and her hand shot to her crotch. To her surprise, the little toy was so well fitted to her that she could barely feel it, even with her hand against her naked crotch. She bounced up and down on the spot a little, regaining composure. "There, that should do it" Said Sophie with a smile. "What is that thing??" "A vibrator," Alice blushed, yet again. "I've never... used..." "Then you're in for a treat," replied Sophie. "Because I've got the controller for yours and now..." she reached down to Alice's crotch and did something Alice couldn't see. "You've got the controller for mine. "Watch" Sophie pulled her skirt up, revealing neatly trimmed hair that was just long enough to curl. She put her hand into her crotch, as if to stop herself peeing. It was, quite simply, the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen. As soon as Sophie touched her crotch, an incredible thing started happening to Alice. All at once, she felt like she was about to burst with pee, her clit was shooting fireworks into her body she screamed in pleasure. Sophie took her hand away. "You can't be that obvious!" she said, chuckling. "We're not really supposed to use these, but because they're so small nobody ever notices. But they will if you have a screaming orgasm every time I hold myself! I'll be doing that a lot tonight!" Alice could see stars. She felt like her world had just exploded with pleasure. "I thought I was going to pee right then!" "That's the g-spot, it'll do that to you," Sophie grinned. "Come on, we're late, and I am bursting for a pee. Let's get this show started." The two girls straightened themselved up and, wriggling and bending over slightly at the waist, they got back in the elevator... ...To be continued
  22. Another story about me. This time I was in my twenties. I had several jobs one of which was cleaning the communal areas of flats. This one day I had two four storey blocks in one town and 8 three storey blocks in another town to do. I had to carry the hoover and all the cleaning stuff with me and always had bottles of water as the flats were so hot. As I was hoovering the stairs in the first block of four storey flats I felt the need to pee a bit but as there was nowhere to go I carried on. It was thirsty work carrying the hoover up and down all the stairs to plug and unplug it all the time then back up the stairs to polish the banisters and wipe all the sills down. By the time I had sprayed air freshener at every level on the first block I had drank a bottle and a half of water. I moved next door to the second block and had to do it all again. I was sweating so had to keep stopping to drink more and I could feel my bladder filling more and more. I was dancing a bit with Henry the hoover and jigging about as I cleaned but as I was so hot I still had to drink. Finally I was finished at the first town after an hour and had to head the twenty minute drive to the next town. Once I sat in my car to drive I had to concentrate on driving so the need seemed to settle down. I should have stopped off at a supermarket to pee but where is the fun in that? So I drove on not thinking I had nearly two hours work left and nowhere to pee. The flats in the second town were smaller but had a bigger landing so more hoovering. I was dancing and crossed legged as I hoovered and polished and I hoped there was no cctv watching me. By the time I got to the third block of flats I was so bursting to pee. I actually recall sticking the hoover tube between my legs to help me hold at one point! I tried to clean as quick as I possibly could and had to get into my car to move to the blocks behind the ones I had done. I remember sitting in my car with both hands between my legs thinking I could not possibly hold and clean much longer but I could not drive either! I was so full! Those last four blocks were a sight to see! I pee danced openly as I cleaned and moaned and openly said stuff like ‘god I am gonna piss myself any second’ I often wonder if anyone in the flats could hear me? I longed to open the hoover and sit on Henry and pee inside him!!!! I was leaking and dripping and by the time I finished it was dark and raining again. I sat in my drivers seat and pissed my pants so hard. It was orgasmic!
  23. A short Deadpool fanfic. Features the voices in Wade's head, swearing, violence and mild pre-Spideypool flirting. ————— Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
  24. drenna

    Ally's Challenge

    Hello all! So I originally wrote this in the thread of my first story, Ally's Hold, but decided that I should probably give this chapter and it's continuation their own thread, since they're in a different perspective and have a bit of different tone from the first story. I hope that's okay! As I woke up, I slowly realized three things. One- I'd woken up earlier than I usually did. Two- I still had the apartment to myself. And Three- I had to piss like you wouldn't believe. My hand immediately shot under my blankets to grab myself. My bladder was sending urgent signals all throughout my abdomen, telling me that it wanted to empty and it wanted to empty NOW. Under normal circumstances, I simply would've rolled out of bed and gone straight to the toilet. However, these were not normal circumstances. The hold that I'd done the evening prior was only the beginning of the omo related plans I had for the weekend. For Saturday, I'd decided to try a challenge that I saw online once. I wasn't allowed to pee in the same place more than once for the whole day, which meant the toilet needed to be saved for emergencies or a last ditch effort. The only problem was that I hadn't planned ahead at all. I had no idea where I was going to pee first. I slowly sat up, trying not to irritate my bladder, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I crossed them tightly as gravity worked it's magic and pushed all of the liquid I was trying to contain downwards. After a few moments, the wave subsided and I gingerly stood up. My stomach felt firm and heavy, as if I'd drank too much too fast. I waddled out of my bedroom in search of a place to relieve myself for the morning. Walking past the bathroom was awful. I desperately wanted to rush in and relieve myself of a night's worth of piss, and the thought alone caused me to stop for a few moments, frantically shifting my weight from foot to foot. Eventually, I made it to the kitchen, still dry. A twisted smile formed on my face as I innocently decided that I should brew some coffee while I decided where to pee. The sight and sound of the coffee slowly trickling out of my Keurig drove me up the wall, and I had to hold myself while bouncing rapidly to stay dry. I shakily raised my mug to my lips and whined slightly as I drank, feeling like the drink was getting poured directly into my bladder. Just as I put my mug back down on the counter, a wave a desperation hit, causing me to whimper loudly. I couldn't hold it any longer. Legs shaking, I frantically looked around my kitchen for something to squat over. Tears filled my eyes and my heart began to race as the pressure grew to an unbearable intensity. My eyes landed on the sink, and I let out a groan before shuffling over and yanking my pajama pants down. I felt a drop leak out as I hauled myself up onto the sink and spread my legs. For a moment, nothing. Then, pure bliss. I shakily sighed as my bladder finally released it's contents. All of my tensed muscles relaxed, and I found myself having trouble keeping my balance over the sink. After a minute or two, I was empty and ready to start my day. I spent the rest of my morning cleaning up the house and getting a little work done on the computer, sipping on my coffee all the while. It was about noon by the time I decided to get something to eat. While I slipped on some jeans, I felt a light pang from my bladder. It seemed a bit strange that I already had to go, but I chalked it up to being a bit tired from this mornings and last night's hold. Regardless, I simply continued getting dressed, not planning on emptying any time soon. I finished off my second cup of coffee and headed to my car. I felt myself getting fuller and fuller as I drove around the city, and by the time I'd gotten my food I was feeling more than a little urge to fidget around. "No problem." I thought. "I'm almost home." Big surprise, I was mistaken. My eyes widened as I saw the traffic in front of me, apparently caused by a wreck that had happened further up the street. We weren't moving very quickly, and it looked like I was going to be there a while. Accepting that I was stuck for a bit, I opened my bag of food and began to eat in the car. I'd gotten an extra large soda to help myself fill up when I got home, but when I picked it up I realized that I'd somehow absentmindedly drank half of it already. This didn't bode well. Around 15 minutes later, my legs were bouncing around and my hands were nervously tapping on the wheel. We'd only inched forward a couple of times, and traffic showed no sign of clearing up. I'd also managed to finish up my drink while I ate. Another 10 minutes later, my thighs were frantically rubbing together. I bit my lip, silently begging for traffic to clear up so I could head home and find a place to empty. I wanted to hold myself so badly, but I was worried that someone might see through my car window. I settled for grabbing and fiddling with the hem of my shirt instead. 5 more minutes later, the urge to hold myself won out as I buried a hand between my legs. Unfortunately, I couldn't get a good grip because of the jeans I was wearing. I also couldn't squirm around and cross my legs like I desperately needed to. At this rate, I was going to wet my car seat. I wriggled my hips side to side and whimpered, "Hurry...!" After just a few more moments, I felt my muscles give out for a split second, and my crotch grew warm as a drop slipped out. I was in full panic-mode now, looking around my car for anything to release into. "Oh!" I exclaimed. The cup! I gave a quick glance to the car beside me, making sure the driver wasn't looking in my direction. With shaking hands, I unbuckled my seat belt and my jeans, sighing as some pressure was taken off of my bladder. It took a while, but I managed to shimmy my jeans and underwear down my legs. A sudden wave of desperation overtook me, and I slammed my thighs shut. Another trickle escaped, soaking into the seat. Tears in my eyes, I grabbed the cup and held it to my opening, hoping that I was aiming correctly. I tried to wait a few more seconds to make sure I was adjusted correctly, but I couldn't. The dam burst, and I let out a loud cry of relief as I emptied myself into the cup. The entire time I pissed I kept looking around, making sure that no one saw what I was doing. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice. Once I was done, I placed the cup back into the cup holder and put the lid on top before pulling my jeans and undies back up. Traffic still took forever to clear, but waiting was a lot easier now that I wasn't about to explode. I eventually made my way home, excited to continue the rest of my challenge in private. Once I arrived home, I decided to be a responsible human being and get the rest of my schoolwork done. After heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I grabbed my laptop, retreated into my room and sat down at my desk. I’d been procrastinating all week on some of my assignments, as college students do, and it was time to pay the price. As the large load of work seemed to glare at me from my laptop’s screen, I sighed and got to work. For a few hours, the room was filled with the sound of my fingers tapping away on the keyboard. I shifted to get a bit more comfortable and felt a small twinge of need from my bladder. So of course, like any other normal person, I promptly stood up and got another glass of water. I decided that I wasn’t going to find somewhere to pee until all of my work was done. The work kept me distracted for a rather long time, only really noticing my need for the restroom whenever I moved too much. It also helped that I was pacing my drink intake, something I’d neglected doing all weekend. However, I was still drinking something, and what comes in must come out. I’d just finished my fourth assignment when I felt my bladder contract once again, this time a bit more harshly. I shifted in my seat, opting to cross my legs at the ankle. It helped a little. “Mkay, done with philosophy.” I muttered. “Moving on to math.” For math, I’d need a notebook to write my work on. I rolled my chair back and bent down to open the drawer I kept my notebooks in, squishing my bladder. It voiced its displeasure with a series of pangs, and I squeezed my thighs together in response. I got what I needed and returned to an upright position, expecting my bladder to calm down once it was no longer squished. For the second time that day, I was mistaken. All throughout the next hour I struggled to stay focused and finish my work while my bladder spasmed and a familiar pressure began to build. I tried to avoid squirming and grabbing at myself, thinking that if I didn’t pay attention to my need, it would lessen. However, as a particularly intense wave of desperation hit me, my hips began to rock. My mind was beginning to cloud, thinking of toilets and running water instead of the equations I was supposed to be solving. Another wave hit, and I bit my lip to suppress a groan. My legs began to bounce. By the time I started my last assignment, I was rocking back and forward in my chair, my breathing shallow and quick. Out of curiosity, I ran a hand over my abdomen to find a small, firm bulge. I could almost feel the liquid inside, thrumming against my skin, aching to be let out. I gave myself a quick squeeze and whined when I took my hand away. It felt so good to hold myself, but I needed two hands to type. Doing homework is exceptionally hard while you’re desperate. Not only was it impossible to focus, but I was trying so hard to rush and finish that I found myself making simple mistakes. I tapped frantically at the backspace button, mourning the time that I was wasting in correcting a mistake. At that moment, every second counted towards keeping myself dry. After 20 more minutes of bouncing, squirming and whimpering, I finally finished my last assignment. I closed my laptop a little harder than I meant to and rolled away from my desk, shoving my hands between my legs. It didn’t help as much as I’d like, but the little relief it gave still drew a shaky sigh from my lips. Now came the hard part. I stood up from my chair and almost immediately bent almost double, the weight of all the water I’d drank making itself known. I gently rubbed my bladder once again to find that it’d grown even larger and firmer. I had to find somewhere to release, fast. There was nothing in my bedroom that could help, so I had to relocate. Quietly whimpering to myself, I hobbled out of my bedroom and into the hallway, looking around for something the entire time. Once again, I was faced with the torturous aspect of passing the bathroom. As I looked longingly at the slightly open door, shifting my weight from foot to foot, I got an idea. It was about evening time, and I didn’t plan on going out again that day. “Why not go ahead and take a shower?” I thought. With a shaking hand, I reached for the doorknob and stepped into the bathroom. My desperation rocketed to excruciating heights when I saw the toilet. It felt like my entire body was screaming, “It’s right there! No one is stopping you, so just go!” But I didn’t. I closed the bathroom door and took off my clothes, squirming a bit more frantically due to the feeling of being naked making my need worse. Then, taking a deep breath and squeezing myself firmly with my other hand, I reached out and turned the shower on. A strange sound between a growl and a whine escaped my throat as the water pounded against the shower floor. I crossed my legs and bounced, the sound triggering a me-too response in my bladder. It pounded and throbbed, begging me to empty it, to stop torturing it. I wanted nothing more than to sit on the toilet right next to me and release. But I didn’t because I knew the more I held out, the better the relief would feel. Instead I pulled the shower curtain back, and braced myself as my thighs quivered. The warm water hit my body, and I experienced a whole new level of desperation. The water dripped and splashed everywhere while I squirmed and writhed in place, tempting me to let go. It felt like my very nerves were on fire, and my bladder throbbed so intensely I thought I would black out from the pressure. Through pure willpower, I managed to hold on for a few minutes, unable to hold back the moans and whines spilling out of my mouth. I felt a strange numbness spread throughout my abdomen and my pelvic floor flutter. I knew what was happening. This was it. I was done. With a cry of relief, my bladder finally gave out. I couldn’t tell what was the water from the shower and what was me, but as I sank to my knees, gasping for air, I didn’t care. All that mattered was the waves of incredible relief surging through me. I’m not sure how long I sat in the shower like that, but I eventually found the strength to stand, wash myself off, and stagger back into my room to change into some pajamas. I all but collapsed onto my bed, my eyes heavy. It was only mid-evening, but I decided a little nap couldn’t hurt. I think I’d earned it.
  25. drenna

    Ally's Hold

    Ahh I'm so nervous! Besides literally two RP sessions, I've never written anything omo related in my life. I hope this is still enjoyable for you guys to read! Feedback is much appreciated!! ? "Oh, that latte was a mistake..." Ally danced around her bedroom, her thighs pressed together and hips wriggling side to side. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, clenching and unclenching to resist the urge to grab between her legs. For the first time in a while, Ally was home alone for the weekend. Her roommate had gone home to visit family, leaving Ally with free reign of the apartment. She was elated, excited to finally experience the simply pleasures of having a house to herself. However, Ally knew there was one thing she had to do before anything else. Get so desperate that she could barely breathe. After spending a few minutes wondering how long to hold, she decided that four hours was plenty of time to fill up on water and get to the verge of wetting herself. Something she'd forgotten about, however, was the large vanilla latte she had on the way home earlier that day. The coffee, plus the two mugs of tea she drank an hour previous, PLUS the bottle of water she was in the process of sipping weighed down heavily in her bladder. Suddenly, four hours didn't seem all too feasible. Ally was a stubborn girl though, and refused to give in so easily. Even if she couldn't make it as long as she planned, she would still hold for as long as her body would let her. "Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee..." Ally muttered to herself as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She was at the stage in a hold where the need to go was finally hitting her at full strength. If she were out and about, she would've probably dropped everything to find a restroom. Deciding that she needed a distraction, Ally hobbled down the hallway to the living room, struggling to keep her thighs squeezed together the entire time. She turned on the TV and plopped onto the couch, immediately twisting her legs around each other as she flipped through the channels to find something to watch. After finding a marathon of one of her favorite sitcoms, Ally sat back and attempted to focus on the television. It worked, for a while. Ally's frantic squirming slowed to an occasional wiggling of her hips, and she no longer had to fight the urge to hold herself as hard as before. That is, until the rain started. Slowly but surely, Ally began to hear the sound of rain falling outside, and her squirming started back up again. She tried to ignore it, but the knowledge that there was liquid pouring from the sky right outside her window was driving her up a wall. Despite herself, Ally began to imagine what it would feel like to be out in the rain. She imagined feeling the cold droplets of water running down her skin and over the warm, firm surface of her bladder, teasing her to let it all out. She imagined giving into the temptation to burst, feeling the warmth and immense relief as her swollen bladder finally emptied. Ally finally gave into the desire to hold herself as a wave of desperation hit her, and shoved both hands between her legs. She looked at the clock to find that it had only been two hours since she started the hold. She groaned and rocked back and forward, trying to find any position that would make holding easier. Her bladder felt and looked like a bowling ball in her abdomen, and she gently laid a hand on it to feel how hard it was. The tiny amount of pressure that her hand added caused a long, drawn out whine to escape Ally's throat, and she squeezed her thighs together as tightly has she could. After five more minutes, Ally whimpered as she realized she couldn't hold it much longer. She had to relocate to the bathroom. It took a few tries, but eventually she managed to stand up from the couch without almost losing control. She shuffled out of the living room and into the hallway, pausing every few seconds to squeeze at herself or wriggle her hips around to help her hold it. Every single step was like a shock wave to her bladder, reminding her of how full she really was. Ally almost lost it the second she saw the toilet. She stopped dead in her tracks, frantically rubbing her thighs together. She wanted it so bad. The thought of sitting down on the toilet and letting everything flow out of her was tortuously sweet. "Not yet..." Ally said to herself, almost panting with the effort to stay dry. She was going to hold it as long as she could. Closing and locking the door behind her, more out of habit than necessity, Ally hobbled over to the toilet. It took her a minute to pull her sweatpants down with her legs pressed together, but she managed. After slipping her underwear down as well, Ally took a deep breath and sat down. The wave of desperation hit her almost immediately. Her body fought and struggled to release into the toilet like it'd been trained, but Ally wouldn't let it. She twisted her legs together like a pretzel and shoved her hands between them. She rocked her hips, bounced up and down and squirmed around to keep everything in, whimpering and whining all the while. It felt like every drop of liquid she'd ever consumed had combined into an giant ocean in her bladder, and it all wanted out. Ally felt a trickle slipped through her fingers and went rigid. Her muscles were overworked and tired, and the pressure was becoming too much to bear. Another drop escaped, and another, and another and another. "I can't..." Ally whined. With that, the flood finally escaped. She withdrew her slightly damp hands as her bladder finally released into the water below her. The hissing was almost deafening, and Ally melted in her seat as she finally felt the orgasmic relief she'd been craving for so long. After almost three minutes, Ally's stream slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped. With shaky legs and hands, Ally wiped herself clean, washed her hands and stumbled back into the living room. She collapsed onto the couch, a little disappointed that she didn't hold it for four hours. However, she smiled to herself, realizing that the weekend was far from over.