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  1. RandomWetName

    female Procrastination is a B-

    So this is a short story of something that happened yesterday. I had to finish working on a tedious school assignment causing me to procrastinate a lot. I figured as a way to motivate myself I would not allow myself to leave my chair, not even for bathroom breaks until I finished it. And considering the amount of water I drank I knew it would become a race against the clock... Well, it did not take long before I got distracted again. By omorashi.org, out of all places. I was scrolling around on the forum, looking for some nice stories. Googled for some hot wetting videos I haven't seen yet and before I knew it the urge hit me. Knowing I made a promise to myself I quickly got back to work. When I was close to finishing my assignment I got trouble concentrating. I figured since I was nearly done and since I did not want to make a big mess I could use the bathroom now. As I stood in front of the toilet I thought to myself, what is the point of a promise to myself if I do not live up to it anyway. I figured letting out a small leak as a way of self-punishment would be in place. However, because of my strong urge the spurt was bigger than I anticipated. A lot bigger! A big spurt shot out off my boxerbriefs into my grey trackpants causing my crotch area to get fairly wet. Wet enough to change into some clean pants before finishing up my assignment...
  2. Hi, A while ago i saw a short clip of a distance peeing contest which i think was giga. Does anyone have the full clip? I hope my request is not to vague
  3. Bladderbabe

    Being a good girl

    Hi! It’s bladderbabe, author of welcome to the mansion (which you should totally check out)! I’m trying something new today. I’ve never been completely into diapers or anything, but I think it would be a fun concept to put into ddlg, which I am very into! The diapers don’t come in until a little later in the story, though. I hope you guys enjoy! ————————————————— I’ve been dating Alistair for about a year now. We’ve been to every base (some more enjoyable than others) and we’ve even talked about my love for bondage and daddy, and his love for hot wax. But there is one thing I’ve never told him about before. Today’s the day. ............................................................. “Hey baby. How was work?” I ask him as he plants a kiss on my forehead and I shut my laptop. “It was okay,” he sits down on the shitty dorm matress, where he’s immediately ingulfed by mountains of pillows and stuffed animals. “Normal stuff. I misspelled one girl’s name on her coffee cup, and she freaked out! Like, you can’t blame me! There’s a million ways to spell ‘Kaitlin’!” He falls back dramatically and sighs. “I once read a magazine where a little girl’s name was K, the Roman numeral for 8, Lin. At least you didn’t have to deal with her.” I pushed back my chair and flopped down on the bed next to him. ”Thank god. At least I have you to come home to.” He rolls over and kisses me, his hands quickly trying to find their way to my breasts. “Woah there, tiger. At least buy me dinner first.” I sit up and he moans out in dramatic anguish. “You’ll survive. Put it away.” “But...” “Nope. Later. I have like, three essays to write and I have to read The Great Gatsby again. I mean, I’m an English major! We’ve all read it before!” ”Can’t that wait till tomorrow? I mean, look at me!” He gestures to his crotch, where the noticeable bulge screams to me. “I’m basically dying.” “Buy me dinner and maybe you’ll get some.” I say, despite being just as horny. ”Fine. I got paid yesterday anyway. Let’s go.” “Wow, you really want this, don’t you? Well, hold your horses. I need to change.” I walk over to my wardrobe and take my time looking through the options. I turn around, holding one very modest sundress in one hand, and a tight red mini dress that barely covers my ass in the other. “Which one?” He raises his eyebrow. “Okay, I get it.” I turn around and start to get undressed, purposefully taking a little longer and moving my hips a little more than usual. I slip on the dress and walk over to him. “Zip it, please.” He sits up and zips it, slaps my ass, then stands up. He takes off his work uniform and changes quickly into skinny jeans and a button-up. I give him a little kiss and button his top button, then grab my keys and walk out the door. “Monica, can’t we take an Uber? We’re gonna get hammered.” ”I thought you were taking me somewhere fancy.” “Fine. We’ll get hammered off of red wine. Fancy enough?” He takes out his phone and gets an Uber. “Mmhm.” Once we arrive at the fancy Italian restaurant, and with a little tip, get in without reservations, we sit down and I order a bottle of red wine. I sip my glass as he sips his. After looking around to make sure no one is looking, he slips into my side of the booth and puts his hand on my thigh. The waiter walks up and takes our orders. I ask for fettuccine alfredo, and he gets plain spaghetti and meatballs. The waiter drops off a basket of breadsticks and I take a bite. With every second, his hand creeps closer up my leg. My breath gets heavier as I take another sip of my red wine, and he finishes his. He pours more into our glasses and I raise my eyebrows, but don’t protest. The waiter comes back with our food and we eat. His hand eventually finds its way to its destination and he slowly rubs my clit in circles. I act as unphased as possible, but it’s getting harder by the second. Not wanting to moan out loud in such a fancy establishment, I take his hand away. He keeps his hand on my thigh, though. As I finish my second glass of wine, I can’t help but notice the tingle of fullness in bladder. It seems as though he is in the same predicament, as when I look over he is rubbing his legs together and fidgeting with his napkin. I quietly whisper, “Lets get out of here.” He pays the bill and we stand and leave. I see him look at the bathroom, but I ignore it. He doesn’t protest and we walk outside to our next Uber. The second I sit down, the urge hits me full force and I cross my legs tightly. He seems to take notice, and I can’t help but look at his growing erection. I’m just as turned on, the full bladder making me even more aroused. After ten minutes, we pull up to my dorm. After tipping the driver we stumble inside and up the stairs to my room, where we quickly unlock the door and throw ourselves onto the bed. As I start to make out with Alistair and he unzips my dress, the urge comes back and I moan as I squeeze my legs together. I’ve always wanted to tell him how much I’m into it, but I’m always too scared he’ll be grossed out. The urge passes and we get back in rhythm. He pulls off my dress and fiddles with the clasp on my bra as I unzip his pants and take them off. His hand finds his way to my already sensitive clit and starts to rub in circles and finger me. I moan out, grinding against his hand. I reach down and start to stroke him, his moans matching mine. We move our hands away before either of us cum, and I move to get on top of him. My bladder screams once more, and in fear of wetting myself during sex, I sit up and begin to stand. “I’ll be right back, babe. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” I stand, but am quickly pulled back down as he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. “No you’re not.”
  4. Dimwitrolo

    Bored and in my Bedroom

    Hey Nerds! I'm Jessie, and I'm bored! Completely Bored. Like absolutely bored. I got a week off work, but all my plans kinda fell through. And now into day two, I'm bored out my mind. I figured you guys could tell me what to do! yes I agree, it was an excellent idea. Not really too many limits, so long as you keep it in the realm of reality! Oh, and don't make the first response be 'Uuu get nekkid', because it ain't going to happen! Straight away, at least... And GO!
  5. 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.
  6. Axew

    Pinching foreskin

    So, uncircumcised guys (I am also one of them). Did anyone else try pinching the skin at the end of their penis shut while peeing? Can anyone actually hold their pee this way? Or has it ever helped you make it to the bathroom by a few seconds? Or has anyone done it to you (your partner, or the person standing next to you at the urinal as a joke, I think that'd be harassment though)? When pinching it between 2 fingers I can last for a few seconds before my grip slips apart. I've also tried crossing my legs over my foreskin while standing/sitting in the shower/bath, it holds for a little longer and then a load comes out. (Sorry if too obscene.)
  7. Chapter 1 Jess was a hot, mid twenties woman at a neighborhood party. Her huge boobs in that tight black top matched her tight jeans a she walked in those high heels. She went to the bathroom to freshen up halfway through the night after everyone already had plenty of drinks and danced in the house. No one was outside the bathroom yet to wait. So Jess took her time. She didn’t even need to pee. She saw a makeup kit on the shelf above the toilet and went to grab it. For some reason she had not been thinking and left the top of the toilet seat up, so she was balancing on the sides. As her legs wobbled, her boobs caused the weight of her body to unbalance as she tripped and her foot went straight into the toilet. “Shit that hurt!” She said. As she felt the pain ease in her ankle she looked down and said, “oh gross.” She tried to step out of the toilet but she did not. Her foot was stuck! “Crap!” The cold toilet water sent a chill up her spine and she shivered then after regaining focus heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Um...hello?” Someone on the other side said awkwardly. And in discomfort . “Um,” Jess said. “Just a minute.” Amanda was on the other side of the bathroom door in the hallway. As Jess unwillingly occupied it, Amanda stood there in her latex black tight short shorts that showed off her long white shiny legs. She wore flips flops, and a white hoodie sweater. Her brown hair tied up. She had a few glasses of wine tonight and was a bit upset she did drank that much in a full house with one bathroom. She looked worried as he fingers twiddled over each other and she gave a hop here and there to squirm the discomfort away. Not long after Chris showed up. A tan, in shape fellow with brown hair, glasses, fresh shaved face, and black t shirt and tight blue jeans. He was always a little awkward over his need for a bathroom. The fact he now had to wait behind a hot girl like Amanda only made him more shy. Erin had just had a great night dancing with her friends. She smiled as she went upstairs, each step another pulse to her well filled bladder. One of those hot brunettes with a perfect model body who held it until the last minute. Boy, would she regret it tonight. Her sparkling short black dress in high heel black boots made her a treasure for any mans eyes. “Ah shit!” She said. Seeing two people in front of her. She held the sides of her dress as she looked down at the door and asked if the person was going to be a while as she felt her panties in danger of being flooded and her facing huge embarrassment. Amanda knocked. “Um, you’ve been in there a while. Like five minutes. Something.” She was getting nervous. Nerves tensing up would not help her bladder hold. Her back foot kicked back and stood on the toes. Her exposed legs squeezed tight. In the bathroom, after numerous hard pulls off the wall Jess’s foot remained stuck in the toilet. Keeping a needed potty break from everyone on the other side of the door. “Almost done!” She said. Then something bad happened. She looked to the sink and saw the faucet had stated to drip....drip....drip.....“Oh, oh....”. That and the feeling of toilet water on her foot, and being so close yet so detailed form relief Jess felt the drinks in her bladder start to boil. She moaned as she grasped her crotch and grinder her teeth. TO BE CONTINUED....
  8. scinosensation

    My experiences

    I put this in my Profile page but I would like for a bigger groups to see and respond to it. I wonder if it is worthwhile for me to present my history. I have been a lifelong omorashi and omutsu participant, fantasizer and observer. I remember being 5 years old and wetting myself deliberately, after accidents at ages of 3 and 4. I had one accident in school, a poop accident in the first grade, and I was fascinated by others, especially girls, wetting them selves or nearly wetting themselves through school. The longest period of my life when I was dry was probably 5 years, from about the time I turned 14 until shortly after I turned 19. I have many experiences that I could share if there is interest; but I do not want to clog up this site with unread threads. Two months before I turned 49 I was in a very serious auto accident that caused a spinal cord injury. The immediate consequence was that I lost conscious control of both ends and dealt with it by wearing diapers 24/7/365.
  9. In season 4 episode 9 of Brooklyn 99, detective Amy Santiago, while giving Terry advice on his Lieutenants exam, heavily implies that she wears and even uses diapers when she is taking a big test Amy May Or May Not Have Worn A Diaper.mp4
  10. **A sequel to a story I wrote a while back. Titled "Females Teachers vs the Bell" you can find on my profile if you want to read it. There WILL be LINES lol made this new post because I wanted to have LINES in the title** If you didn’t read the first story here: Chapter 1 Ms. Channy remembered all those months ago. That faithful day at school, it was supposed to be like every other. Go in, teach, eat, teach, and go home. Ms. Channy however, a late thirties, short brown hair, big breast, hips, and strong legs but a flat belly, she went through something different. To this day when she wakes up she takes medication for her damaged bladder from that day. It was so unfair, it still made her sad. She remembers being right at the bathroom, after hours of agony, finally ready to go. Then the plumbing went to hell, and she held it in as long as she could. She really did…poor Ms. Channy crossed legs, and tightened her muscles so hard but alas, she remembers when she exploded in front of all her students. She soaked her pants, shit in them, and everyone saw and laughed. She nearly had a heart attack from the humiliation. Luckily, she got a new job, in a new high school, with only one teachers bathroom BUT it had multiple stalls, and by the end of this month, provided she doesn’t burst again, her bladder will have healed after literally exploding that day. “Time to go to work,” Ms. Channy said as she kissed her boyfriend Ben who spent the night over. She slipped on tight black dress pants, black shoes, and a red button-down sweater that were tight around her big breasts. It was the first night Ben spent over. She was not use to it, but liked it. However, she noticed a twitch in her bladder, and then suddenly without warning it became a huge surge of pain. “Oh!....Errgg!” She closed her legs and grabbed her crotch as she took the town bus to work (her car was broken down and would not be fixed until Saturday (it was Thursday now). Damn! Forgot to pee before I left home. People on the bus looked at the desperate teacher who pulled her hand away from her crotch. Her bladder was so full though. Ms. Channy felt like she might lose it any second. She crossed her legs in her tight black pants, and the foot hanging over the other leg shook back and forth. Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it! Come on, you can hold it, just don’t think about it. The bus hit a big bump in the road as it passed a construction site. Everyone on the bus was lifted into the air and then back down briefly. Ms. Channy’s lips curved as she felt the ocean inside her about to spray out like madness. It was so embarrassing as she tried to hide her need to go, but had to place both hands in her crotch, plugging herself up. Finally, they reached school. Oooooooh thank GOD! Ms. Channy thought. There was not much time left, as she knew she would explode any second, and that could mean dire consequences for her already damaged bladder that was so close to recovery for good. She ran into the school. To keep her cool around students she slowed down to keeping her legs tight together, taking small steps and keeping her back straight. She could NOT PEE HER PANTS AGAIN! NO! “Hey Ms. Channy!” yelled a student, named Bobby. Ms. Channy felt her heart race and mouth go dry as her nerves kicked up. She waved to Bobby as she hurried past down to the women teacher’s lavatory room. She turned the knob and pushed open. The door opened a crack and stopped. Something was blocking it. “What the?” She pushed again, and again, each harder than the last. She was running out of time…and so were her panties! She knocked hard and fast. “Uummmm…is anyone in there?” “Duh!” said a woman from behind the door. “Well can you let me in already? I’m fighting a losing battle out here.” “Just wait. God, you older teachers. Maybe you have time to get your makeup done in the morning but we sure don’t. Give us a minute.” Ms. Channy was in panic. Her legs tight together as she held her hands against her belly while her feet shuffled. It was coming. She sweat as she felt a warm liter of liquid pushing its way to exit her body. “Girls please! Please, I have to pee, let me in, please!” ”Just hold it in another minute!” Ms. Channys legs were shuffling up and down to her belly. She felt so bloated. She grabbbed the handle and pushed hard and got it open only to be closed back up. ”Just hold it in!” ”I...r-really g-g-gotta go,” Ms Channy said through tears of agony, jumbling her words together. She continued to knock, and students in the hall started to stare and giggle at her desperation. This could NOT be happening again. Her body right up against the door as she pushed, her crotch turned to the corner of the wall where the door opened, and pushed in to plug herself up. SPURT a drop almost shot out but Channy crossed her legs quick enough to keep the load inside. The pee hurt as it boiled inside. Finally, the teacher on the other side took her foot off of the door and Ms. Channy burst into the bathroom about to explode in her pants. The two very young, newly hired teachers blocked her path to the stalls. Ms. Channy bounced in place and cried. “Ms. Channy, please respect us next time. We work two jobs and get up early every morning just to come here looking like hell and- “ “Fucking move!” Channy said as she shoved them out of the way and went for one of the three stalls. The two young teachers grabbed her again and pulled her back from behind. Ms. Channy was a nervous wreck. She bounced uncontrollably. “We kept the door locked cause we don’t want someone in here taking a shit while we do makeup.” Ms. Channy said, “I don’t have to shit, I have to pee, BAD!” ”We know who you are,” one of them said. “You pissed and shit your pants in that other school.” Ms Channy eyes widened in terror at what they knew. “Just remember that. Respect us and we don’t have to tell everyone that story.” ”Fine!” Channy yelled. Then she sprinted off. She pushed but it was locked. No feet below it. But a sign on it read OUT OF ORDER. She then inhaled a nasty smell and saw some green and brown sludge spots on the floor. She thought she heard rumors of a plumbing backup from the sewers. She stormed into the next stall and bounced as she unbuttoned her pants, “gotta pee gotta pee,” She pulled them pants down and her panties down, and spread her legs as she sat and.....nothing came out. “What..”She pushed but nothing came out yet her bladder ached and burned as the pee remained inside. She started to sweat as she remembered the doctor said holding it in too long could cause one of two things cause of her injury. One was her muscles would become so tense that weakness of her bladder would become smushed and block the pee from coming out. People this happened to usually go the rest of their lives with a full aching bladder. Some would last for years and then burst at random. “No no this can’t be happening!” She shocked her fingers up her pussy as far as she could and pushed and pushed. Hoping it would work. She could not go through life like this. Then she felt it. It got hot and wet down there and She pulled her fingers out. THEN, pee shot out of her like fire. Yet, she sighed in relief, feeling her aching bladder quickly ease with no more pain. She breathed steady as a loud eruption of pee filled the toilet. She slouched over with her pants around her ankles releasing it all. Just then as she still pissed the stall door got kicked open. Ms Channy sat up in shock as the two young teachers laughed at the pantsless teacher. “Might want to hurry for these people.” Ms Channy peaked outside the stall door and saw three other female teachers in line waiting for an available stall. All were no older than 28 and had mini skirts and heels. Ms. Channy turned red. “Just....give me a moment.” She covered her crotch as two those bitch teachers smiled and watched. “Alright close the door I gotta go! I can’t in front of you guys.” They refused so Ms Channy kicked up and closed the door with her foot and locked, and the rest of her pent up pee drained out of her. Soon she was done, wiped, flushed, and washed her hands and headed out dry and mighty with dignity, ready for the day. Everything went smoothly. She went home later, calm, and went to bed. The next morning, she awoke…SHE WENT TO PEE BEFORE SHE LEFT…and put on some clothes and headed to school. She wore tight blue jeans that showed nice on her big hips and butt. She wore a white t-shirt with a black sweater over it, and brown shoes. She finished her morning coffee on the bus on the way to school. It was Friday. She had another cup at home before she left. So, after another bumpy bus ride it was easy to know why she felt a slight twitch in her bladder. No pain, a small pulse that came and went. She had to pee, but was fine. Besides, as she passed the teacher’s lavatory she saw a line outside the door of squirming female teachers. “Boy hate to be stuck in something like that again,” she laughed, and went to her first class. Little did she know of the plumbing below the school, slowly filling with more sewage sludge as the pipe problem remained. What would happen? TO BE CONTINUED….and yes there will be LINE WAITNG
  11. **Anyone remember Castle? Ended a few years ago. Here's a little fan story since I can't seem to find more that take place in this universe and with Kate Beckett.** Captain Kate Beckett of the NYPD woke up that morning with her husband, Rick Castle next to her. Both naked as they kissed. She got up and waved her beautiful brown hair around, and then walked off to the bathroom. She watched Castle as she knew he admired her thin, tan body. Today was her day off and nothing would ruin it. She and her husband would spend the day together. As she brushed her teeth her cell phone started to buzz. She picked it up and answered. “This is Beckett.” “Beckett, hey,” it was Esposito. “Look Cap, I know it’s your day off, but we got a situation.” “Esposito, honestly Castle and I solve every case with you guys down there every week. You’re a Lieutenant now. You can handle it. Get Ryan to help you.” “That’s just the thing. Ryan is in trouble!” Beckett dropped her toothbrush. In this type of job, she knew there were risks and dangers. She had seen cops die on the job. But Ryan was one of her friends as well. She was worried. “What happened to Ryan?” “He was undercover in that drug cartel.” “Esposito, you were supposed to be the one to go undercover! Ryan’s not even Hispanic-looking.” “That might be why they checked him extra hard and found the mic we put under his tongue. The cartel called us and said they want every piece of evidence we got on them, or else Ryan gets it.” Beckett rubbed her hand down her face. So much for a day off. “Give me twenty minutes. I’ll be down at the station. Have everything circumstantial copied on paper as evidence and in boxes in case this comes down to more.” She ran into the bedroom as she slipped her panties and bra on. Both brown and delicious. “Castle we-.” She stopped stunned as her husband laid in a Greek-art like position and winked at her with breakfast on a plate in front of his crotch. “Babe, maybe later. Ryan’s in trouble.” “I swear, seriously?” Castle said as he got up. “They can’t solve one case on their own?” “Exactly!” Beckett agreed. Castle used the bathroom as Beckett got dressed. She slipped on tight blue jeans, black boots with heels, a black t-shirt, and dark leather jacket over it. They head out…and Beckett did NOT release her morning pee. By the time they got to the station Beckett felt a cramp in her lower belly. “Crap!” she said. Her morning pee still filled most of her bladder. She felt that warm discomfort that pushed against her waist. “Beckett!” Esposito said as he ran over. He handed her a file. “Here’s everything in summary uniforms picked up at the warehouse they’re holding Ryan at.” Beckett studied the summary as her legs closed together tight and one foot on its toes. Her butt cheeks made a nice shape in those jeans as one could tell the movements from holding. “Let’s head out. Call SWAT to meet us there and take cover.” “Got it!” Esposito said. He went off. Beckett turned to Castle. “Ok, babe, I need to take a quick bathroom break before we go or I’m going to burst on the job. Wait for me.” She gave him a kiss and ran to the lady’s room. She saw the closed door that covered multiple stalls and toilets behind it to give her relief. She smiled from the joy of that knowledge but as she pushed the door it would not budge. “What the?” She gave a harder push, but nothing happened. She inhaled and puffed her facial cheeks out as the strain pushed on her bladder and made it more likely to leak into her pants. Little did Beckett know there were two cops in there smoking some of the devil’s lettuce. She knocked on the door and bounced in place. “Excuse me, is anyone in there?” “Beckett, time to go!” Castle yelled. She moaned. “Ohhh!” She followed Castle out the door. They stopped at the warehouse which was on a harbor near the lake. Everyone got out and Esposito set up the SWAT team behind cargo boxes and told them to await orders from the Cap. Beckett meanwhile could barely get out of the car. Her bladder had held in a night’s worth of pee, so the muscles around it were tired and sore. She held her belly and took a deep breath as she struggled to balance herself up. The pain was pulse after pulse that ruptured her whole stomach in a boiling sensation. Not to mention the anxiety she felt of having an accident in front of her husband, friends, and every cop she was the boss off. “Beckett, you okay?” Castle asked. She did not want to hear any smartass jokes about her need to pee. Even though she REALLY had to. “I’m…urr…I’m fine.” Her voice was breathless. “Let’s get to work.” Esposito had his tech girl hack into the security cameras of the warehouse. They had full footage of everything inside. And everyone. “My boy Ryan!” Esposito said worried. Detective Ryan was strapped to a chair and clearly beaten up. Blood fell from his nose. They heard him say, “You cartel clowns can do what you want.” He spat blood at them. “I don’t even have a wife or kids anymore. You might as well pop me.” Beckett covered her mouth. Poor Ryan. Then without thinking, her muscles clenched as a warm drop of pee started to break through. Bekett HAD to get this job done, or she would have a humiliating accident in front of everyone. Her tight jean legs crossed over each other. Her arms crossed over her torso and she bit her lip as she bounced a little. “Cap, what should we do?” Esposito asked. Beckett felt like there was so much pee that built up inside of her weakened body that her ears were clogged. She could barely concentrate on Esposito’s words as the pulses in her bladder became faster and harder. “Captain!” Esposito said. “Um,” Beckett said. “Let’s um…move the SWAT in separate small teams and place at each of the three exits of the warehouse. I want uniforms armed with rifles behind those cargo boxes there since they are far enough to be protected if something goes down. Then-.” Beckett stopped. She tried to clench every muscle together to fight against the extreme urge that was overcoming her. Who was she kidding? Beckett was fighting a losing battle. Sweat formed on the poor police captain’s forehead from the pain and nerves. “Beckett?” Castle asked. “Is that all? We have to hurry?” “I set everyone up as you asked,” Esposito said. “But we can’t just barge in there.” Beckett could barely think. But the noticed something on the surveillance footage. A BATHROOM! Opened with a complete toilet and everything. Becket could feel her belly had become expanded over her waist at the bottom of her shirt. She said, “I’m going to go inside and cause a distraction. I’ll be fine, I’ve been through worse. When you see my hands go up, that’s my signal to send everyone in. Ok?” “Got it!” Esposito said. Beckett felt herself pulled back by Castle. He said, “Kate, you can’t do this! There’s four armed guys in there, they’ll kill you!” Beckett gave him a big kiss on the lips, and little Richard below stood up to salute Captain Becket. “I’ll be fine babe.” She ran off…with her legs turned inwards at the knees and stumbled side to side to keep her pee in. Beckett made her way in, and saw it. THE BATHROOM. She almost cried at the sight of her relief. She did not care if the others saw her go in on the footage, they’ll just think she’s hiding. She walked over to the toilet careful, but her desperation grew as she felt like she would pop at any second. “Stop right there!” a cartel member said. Beckett turned and saw the gun pointed at her. “You’re coming with me.” He pulled her over to where Ryan was and they tied her up on a chair. Then, Beckett noticed a broken pipe nearby that leaked into a puddle on the ground. She saw and heard every drop which added on to an already desperate situation. “Oh,” she moaned. More drops. Her teeth jittered and her body shook. Her body fluids flowed through her and in her bladder as they expanded it so much her pants button almost came off. Her moans were strained and high-pitched. “What’s going on with you?” a cartel member asked. Beckett could not hear or see straight her pain was so bad. Her fear of wetting herself in front of everyone. Everything she worked so hard for years to build her reputation, it could be destroyed in a single wetting. Her legs crossed and motioned up and down in the air as her feet no longer touched the ground. NO. This could NOT happen to her. She felt the pee close to breaking through. She tightened her crossed legs as much as she could. Tears fell from her eyes. “Beckett what’s wrong?” Ryan asked. SHE HAD TO PEE SO BAD!!!!!!! Her brown panties tightened across her enlarged crotch and swollen bladder. She felt a bad wedgie as the back of her panties went up her butt. This can’t be happening. She thought. Gonna…gonnnnnna…burst! “Hey everyone!” yelled Castle who ran in the room holding a copy of his new book. “Anyone want an autograph. He opened the book and a small explosion shot out and suddenly the room filled with white smoke. “EVERYONE GET DOWN!” the SWAT and police yelled. They ran in and took three of the four cartel members down in cuffs fast. One of them ran. Beckett saw him running by, so she pushed her weight over and knocked herself tied to the chair onto the ground. The cartel member tripped over her and fell. “Yes!” Beckett said. The smoke started to clear, and like destiny she was in perfect view of the toilet. “Finally.” But then Castle, who for some reason felt the need to always play hero jumped on the tripped cartel member. From that the cartel member accidentally shot off his gun and the bullets hit the sink and toilet and caused them to crack and break into pieces completely. “DAMN IT!” Beckett yelled. She kicked her feet back in despair and turned red as she fought off the almost release. There it was. Her chance at relief destroyed. “What am I gonna do now?!??!” she cried, worried. Her legs crossed hard and pulled up to her chest. Her cops cut her loose. She got up and knew then and there she did not have much time left. Her bladder was giving out. She clenched her legs in place as a spurt escaped. Her hands went to her crotch as she ran out. Maybe there was a porta potty nearby. She saw construction crews before. She felt like the pee filled her whole body and was pushing out of all parts, but mostly at her belly. "I'm about to pee my pants!" Back in the warehouse, Castle picked up a bazooka. Property of the cartel. “Awesome!” he said. He did not mean to push anything, he was just looking…but… Beckett saw it, a porta potty. It was even opened to show no occupant inside. She ran past the media that showed up and were with her cops, but then as her joy peaked, something flew by her face and brushed her hair over it. BOOOOOMM!!!! The porta potty had exploded. Beckeet looked behind her and saw Esposito take the bazooka from Castle. She turned back and tears fell from her eyes and her dropped jaw trembled. But the explosion also jolted her body with fear and caused loss of control. Media surrounded the Police Captain for a word, her fellow cops as well. But then, “No, no, no, NOOOO!” As tight as she held her crotch and kept her legs closed, it was no use. Just like the porta potty and warehouse toilet, Beckett’s bladder blew up and shattered inside and released a long, boiling, stream of pee out of her body and into her pants. She remained trying to hold back with one hand at the crotch, but her jeans became damper and darken. Her other hand covered her mouth as she cried huge tears from embarrassment and turned bright red. It was only a short time before the peeing flooded her panties and released down into her jeans more and more. Pee came from the bottom of her pants and leaked all over her boots, and formed a large yellow puddle around her as the news media took pictures and recorded it on video. Beckett went to the bathroom in her pants. The whole city would see this later! It would be all over online. Her reputation was dead. She felt so uncomfortable as her hand was drenched and her jeans almost entirely dark. She gagged as her stomach pumped the rest out into her clothes unlike any adult at all. Her belly and bladder (what was left of them) were relieved, but she could not enjoy as she was was humiliated. Beckett cried, “I…. I…AHH!” She covered her face with her hands and ran from the area. Angry and red that this happened. “Hmm,” Castle said. “I should use this in a novel.” THE END.
  12. KozmoFox

    Lose Control Roulette!

    For those of you who like adding a bit of spice to your generic holds, I've become quite a fan of this bit the last little while Follow whatever instructions you roll! The numbers will be in the top right!~ https://www.faproulette.co/4224/lose-control/ Have fun!
  13. She’s such a beautiful actress. Has she ever been in anything with her desperate?
  14. Aquarius_Air

    Desperate Choices

    My name is Lydia Blanchard. I am 17 years old. I look in the mirror in the morning and see my shoulder length hair is a mess. I'm late for school this morning. My foster mother Ellie had to yell for me to get up this morning. I brush my light brown hair quickly, and don't bother with makeup. Ellie likes my freckles anyway, and doesn't like it when I cover them with foundation and concealer. I brush my teeth and take a last look in the mirror. I decide to skip the toilet because I really don't have time. My bladder isn't to full, and I can definitely wait. My green eyes look back at me in my reflection and I run to my room to get my sweatshirt. I pull it on, and somehow my hair gets caught in my bra strap. I groan, and detach it. I grab a piece of toast Ellie has for me and run our the door. I grab my keys out of my purse and start my car. I notice that I need to pee more now. I brush it off and hurry to school. I might be able to make it to the bathroom before class, but I'll probably be late. What should I do? A: Go to the bathroom and be late to class B: Wait until Lunch, which is in a few hours (There is never time between classes 😒) C: Your own choice If this is in the wrong forum, I apologize. I wasn't 100% sure where it would go.
  15. Version

    253 downloads

    This is a very old video and the quality is not so good. Anyway, I wanted to share one of my first videos where I act as I'm desperate to pee. I hope you'll like it

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  16. This girl I liked my first year of college. She liked me too I think. She had short black hair, cute face, skin that was white with just a hint of tan. She wore a black t-shirt and white short shorts that night with sneakers. We all sat at a table. All of the sudden, I feel something on my leg. At first I dismissed it. The girl looked at me quick and smiled. Then, I felt it again. Looked down and she kicked off her sneakers and socks, and rubbed her barefoot up my leg. Her toes tickled my skin and it made me shiver in excitement. Through the dinner she drank at least four glasses of water. Soon I noticed she was getting antsier. Squirmed in her seat as she held her chin up by one hand and the other on her crotch. Her feet and ankles crossed as her legs shook. After an hour of that she excused herself to the bathroom. It was down the hall and I saw her from the table. She knocked on the bathroom door. Occupied. She bounced here and there. I heard her knock again and ask, "Almost done? Kind of fighting a losing battle out here," in a strained voice. The bathroom had been unoccupied all night. I did NOT keep her from going, I even asked if she had to go. She denied for like an hour. She pushed her hands on her crotch and walked out of the hall and stared at the hutch trying to distract herself. Her tight short shorts around her round ass, legs tight. The bathroom door opened, but someone in the other room walked out and into the bathroom before her. She was like, "what the f--k!" Bouncing and losing control. Then, I saw her place a hand on her mouth as she turned red and a yellow puddle formed around her from the stream out of her short shorts. She was humiliated as all hell. Probably thought things with us were over. Boy was she happy when I said that only made her hotter lol
  17. So usually I just lurk around on this site, occasionally posting on existing topics, but I never made my own. Until now. I gathered my courage and decided to share an experience with you guys. I got in contact with a guy my age (both 22), and during a conversation he mentioned having to pee, so I challenged him to an innocent little holding contest. I've done those before with other people, and usually I win, though this time it turned out slightly different. Instead of describing the experience, I figured I showed you the chat history. The following takes place over a course of 2,5 hours. I hope you enjoy reading how this holding contest turned out. :) Him: Need to pee now lol Me: Me too, little bit. How bad do you need to go on scale from 1 to 10? Him: 6 Me: I am on a 5. Can feel the need to pee but not very urgent. Wanna see who can hold the longest? ;) Him: Sure Me: I am at a disadvantage as I am having a drink right now lol Him: Im playing video games and my bathroom is right next to me Me: Well I hope your games don't have a pause button ;) Him: Lol they do its how im messaging you Me: ah right, of course. lol How far will you go with our holding contest. Hopefully until you wet ;) Him: Hope so. You plan on wetting? Me: Don't think I am in the opportunity to wet myself right now. But I will take it far enough until I start leaking before I go. Don't wanna lose our holding contest Him: I hope you wet ;) Me: I bet you do lol. Do you have a strong bladder? Him: I think so wbu? Me: I think my bladder is fairly strong. I can usually hold quite long Him: Mmm nice Me: Will be interesting to see who breaks first. Either by wetting or using bathroom Him: Ikr Me: Well, I am a 6 now too Him: Keep it up ;) Me: Should we agree to both take a glass of water after a set period of time? To increase both our needs Him: I just had a drink. So drink now Me: Okay I will. Me: I did. How are you holding up? Him: Still like 6 Me: If I may ask, what are you wearing atm? Him: Cargo shorts Me: Those are fun to wet :P Him: Ikr? Me: I am wearing trackpants and boxerbriefs Him: Also fun to wet Me: When should we take our next drink? Him: 10 minutes? Me: Alright. In 10 minutes we both take our next drink Him: K Me: I just had another drink Him: I drank too. At 7 Me: Same here... Lets both take 2 drinks in 10 minutes, shall we? Him: Deal Me: Bladder is starting to hurt a little xP Him: Im good Me: Well I do not intend to give up so gotta conitnue holding Him: Likewise Me: Time to drink my 2 glasses of water.. Him: Same. How you holding up? Me: There. Finished the second glass of water. I can definitely feel my swollen bladder now. You? Him: Mmm i think I'm gonna win Me: I dare you to take an extra glass to equal the odds :P Him: Only if you promise to wet if you lose ;) Me: Damn... Alright, I promise Him: Deal Me: Its because of that damn soda I had when you were 6/10 and I was 5/10. That probably went straight through me. Hopefully your need will be more urgent soon too Him: We'll see Me: both 2 more drinks in 10 min again? Him: Yes Me: You still doing good? Him: Yup. You? Me: No increased urge yet Him: Same Me: Time for our next two drinks... Him: Yup Me: Done drinking the second glass. I can definitely feel the need when I stood up to get that drink Him: 7? Me: A big 7, yeah Him: Same Me: My family is home sooner than I expected.. Now I must hold it until they're off to bed... Which will probably take like another hour. Him: Oh shit lol Me: Lets slow down on all those glasses of water for a moment :P Him: Lol fine Me: Otherwise I won't make it another hour and then I can't do a wetting. Still going to be a struggle anyway sitting here for an hour xD Me: Hope you catch up with me on the need to pee. How are you holding up? Any squirming? Him: A bit Me: Me more than just a bit. I don't wanna lose.. ;_; Him: I wanna win Me: I want you to wet those cargo shorts xD Him: Maybe I will Me: Awesome Me: I am getting in trouble. definitely 8 now. I stood up to grab a towel for when I need to take a shower soon. Couldn't walk straight Me: 9,5 now. Walking was a hell. The bladder movement was terrible. Him: Im at an 8.5 Me: Any squirming, fidgeting? Him: Yeah Me: Lots of it here. leaked a little... Me: Not going good... Me: oh man... Him: Ooh. Hope i win. Im taking another drink Me: In that case I try to hold on just a little longer.. Me: If I could cheat by tickling you I'd so do it. Only a miracle can save me now Him: Mmm fuck lol im squirming Me: any leaks? Him: A little Me: Starting to lose it. shit shit shit Me: Gonna run into the shower. speak to you when I am done wetting. you win Him: I win? Fuck! Awesome. Wetting... As you can see, the soda I had when his urge was still larger than mine got me in trouble, because it immediately went to my bladder. My urge gradually increased from 5 to 7. When I reached 8 things started going fast and within 30 minutes I found myself into a lot of trouble on a 9,5, eventually I started leaking uncontrollably and had to rush to the bathroom. I lost... He was squirming at the end too, feeling very uncomfortable and he gave in the moment I lost. Hopefully you enjoyed this experience. Feedback is appreciated.
  18. Found this searching XTube. Nice desperation and peeing. Nudity near the end https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/holding-challenge-till-my-bladder-is-bursting-and-wetting-32200602 Holding challenge till my bladder is bursting and wetting.mp4
  19. Girlwhowaited

    female Convention Desperation

    Hi guys! This weekend I was at a convention. This specific story comes from yesterday. The show floor didn't open until 1 yesterday, so I slept in, and had a late breakfast of cereal and coffee. I do not remember using the bathroom before I left, which, retrospectively was probably my first mistake. The convention center is about 30 minutes away from where I live, and I left a little later than I planned, leaving just enough time to make it to the first panel I wanted to go to. On my way there, I realized I was thirsty and grabbed some tea from Starbucks, which I'd finished before I reached the convention center. By the time I got there, I was definitely feeling a need to go, but by the time I'd gotten my ticket scanned and my hand stamped, I didn't really have time for a trip to the restroom. I was at about a 7 by that point and figured I'd be able to hold it the 45 minutes of the panel. Now, coffee and tea both go through me extremely fast. I'd begun that panel feeling moderately uncomfortable, and after the first fifteen minutes I was up to an 8.5 and the wastebnd of my jeans were digging into my extended bladder. I wanted so badly to squirm, but I didn't want to draw attention to my plight. I seriously considered getting up and going to the bathroom, which is definitely something I could've done, but the panel was so intriguing that I didn't want to miss any of it. My partner was also with me and I didn't want to have to clue him in on my internal struggle. Another fifteen minutes later and I was at a 9.5. I felt a little dribble escape my urethra and I clamped my thighs together. I fidgeted with my hands nervously and jiggled my foot rapidly. I felt like my bladder was a water balloon. It was completely full and buldging into my jeans, fit to burst at any second. I wanted so badly to grab myself and hold the mass of steaming, yellow liquid inside of me. The last fifteen minutes of the panel were aweful. I know I should've just gotten up to pee earlier; I was so distracted by my intense desperation that I was hardly able to pay attention. I didn't even know how I was going to be able to waddle to the restroom, which was at the end of these ridiculously long and twisting hallways, by the entrance to the building. I didn't even know at that point if I was going to be able to stand up without losing my bladder all over my jeans. Finally, though, the panel ended and my partner and I, whom I had finally let know how badly I needed the bathroom, were able start making our way back to the front of the building, and thankfully to the restrooms. Once there I rushed inside and right to the first stall, where I danced desperately while I tried to get my pants down. I barely maneuvered my ass over the toilet before I let go. I must've peed for a solid minute. It just seemed like it would never stop. When I stood back up, I realized that my stream was so strong that I'd splashed pee back up onto the toilet seat. Of course, unlike some sick assholes, I cleaned it up. The feeling of euphoria though lingered for a good few hours.
  20. Version 1.0.0

    5,140 downloads

    So these are a series of 20 minute + clips of 1v1 holding competitions between two Japanese actors. One is typically dressed in a school uniform, the other in a more Office Lady or teacher outfit. There is wetting, peeing into tupperware and other fun shenanigans. I streaming downloaded these using a strange program hence the unknown file type. But they are watchable using VLC. More to come, Enjoy, Rach

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  21. This is FICTION and a story request. Enjoy Chapter 1 Nikki was a tall, tan twenty two year old woman with breasts that were kind of small, but a tight, muscular ass on top of her long, sexy legs. Her dark, brown hair was brushed to the back of her head as she walked into the dentist office she worked at as a secretary. The dentist was an older, good man, but being as his office was down the street from a college and frat house he wanted to attract business. So his secretaries were required to wear these short, tight, black skirts. White blouses and Nikki wore glasses. But being as he paid them well above minimum wage it was worth it. Nikki had been walking on her feet all day and now in her work high heels, it did not get better. Along with that, being a health nut Nikki had drank lots of water everyday. She had three bottles that day already by the time she got to work early afternoon. "Hey Nikki!" The dentist, Dr. Otto and his assistances said as their pretty secretary walked in and up to her desk. Her co worker Emma was now due to go home. "thank God you're here!" Emma said getting up from her seat and squirming around. "You ok?" Nikki laughed. "I've been so busy all day people keep taking the bathroom and I can't wait for them to leave. I gotta get in there before I explode!" Emma ran trampling left to right as she hit the one person restroom. Nikki then heard a growl from her lower belly. With a sad face she looked down and felt the three bottles of water expand her bladder last normal human limits. Nikki ran up to the door and knocked. "Emma, sweetie. Don't mean to rush but you gonna be long?" Nikki started to sweat, unable to believe how bad her bladder cramps were getting. She shook and shifted her legs around each other. Her tight black panties that ran up her crack were not optimistic of their survival. "Emma!" The phone rang and Nikki ran over. "Yes?" She answered the phone. The toilet flushes and if sent a wave of painful bursts pulses through Nikki's body. She mouthed the words 'oh...my...God!" Her feet went up and down kicking her back as it got bad. Really bad. I watched from afar as this happened in the waiting room. Waits were horrible there. Yet this was so nice to watch. Nikki didn't feel the same way I bet. As Nikki finished talking about some insurance billing problem on the phone Emma left the bathroom feeling relieved. I did have to kind of go myself. So I walked over to the bathroom, waited at the door, and as Nikki hung up the phone and waved bye to Emma she turned only to see me close the door and I saw her eyes go wide in a sad expression and jaw drop. I did leave the bathroom and Nikki could've ran in but as she did the phone rang again. Oh it for so much better from there...Nikki and these other girls egged my car a year back so I didn't feel bad about this. Be drunk and stupid? Drink water and suffer. Don't worry she was fine...but her dignity.....heehee TO BE CONTINUED...
  22. Hey Guys, this is my second story on the Girls of hbe pirates of the Caribbean Universe, this time I will add more parts to the story based on the events of the movie, (hopefully! Someone remind me!) I have tried to stay as true to the movies as possible! C and C welcome and appreciated! WARNING: Poop desperation and Messing is included, reader discretion is advised if you don’t like it! Elizabeth Swan, was dreaming. She was dreaming of the day she met Will Turner, it was a manic day, first she was chastised for singing by a sailor, I mean who cares if it was a pirate song? Really! Before spotting a boy floating on a raft, next to the boat. She quickly sounded the alarm and the unconscious boy was hauled aboard by the crew, she remembered crouching over him and wondering just who he was, when she felt her full bladder. She immediately awoke to her in her underwear, in her early twenties and crossed her legs and moaned softly. Elizabeth then got up and crossed the room to where the the chamber pot was kept, noticing her bloated stomach as she walked and figured it would be a good idea to use the privy before starting the day, but as she reached for the pot, she was entranced by the medallion she had taken from Will, all those years ago. As she picked up the medallion she was interrupted by a loud knocking from the door. She quietly cursed at her father and hurriedly put on a dressing gown and opened the door to her father and maids. “What are you doing still in bed at This hour?!” He cried, before throwing open the curtains. Elizabeth inwardly groaned at not being allowed the privacy of the privy, before brightening up at the fact her father presented her with a dress. Elizabeth quickly thanked her father and hurried to undress with her maids, hoping to quickly use the privy, having no secrets from her maids. However as she threw off her clothes and stood there, naked as the day she was made. The maids produced a corset, and immediately started fastening it too her, stating that they were late and had no time to get her ready, Elizabeth gasped, and almost buckled at the knees as massive pressure was placed on her bladder and bowels, bringing her from a state which she could endure for hours to one which demanded a pot to empty herself now. As these forces were so quickly pushed upon her she had no choice to bob down and place her hand deeply into her womanhood briefly to regain some sort of control, as she did this, her personal maid noticed and moved her hand away before replacing it with her own, surprising Elizabeth and creating a warm feeling down below, electing a small moan from Elizabeth as the raised her arms to let the others place her dress over her shoulders. “Why must I wear this father? “ Elizabeth asked, peeking her head round the modesty cover in her room. And as her father cheerfully replied it was the latest fashion in London, Elizabeth dryly replied: “Then women in London must have learned how to not breathe!” ‘And not need to use the bathroom!’ She thought, as the dress descended the maid removed her hand and the abated feeling of her full bladder and bowels increased to worse than they were before. Elizabeth grimaced and the maid simply replied “Sorry Mi’lady” and smiled with sympathy. If she was not so laboured she might have noticed the youngest maid being unable to keep still and jiggling, her tight dress not leaving much to the imagination with her movements. And as Elizabeth was hurried out she exclaimed “I’m sorry, I cannot hold it any more!” Before hurrying over to the chamber pot, pulling it forwards and squatting. Her moans of relief and the sound of running urine tortured the flustered Elizabeth to no end. As she hurried Elizabeth quickly stopped to flirt with Will, who had come to the governors house to drop off a sword he had made. She quickly told him of her dream before her predicament returned and she hurried on to the ceremony, Hoping to find some place to relieve her pent up fluid and waste before it was too late. As they arrived at the fort, Elizabeth scanned her surroundings, but saw nothing, her desperation quickly mounting from a 7 to an 8.5, she was led to her seat and quickly sat down on her heel. ‘At least that will help me hold that’ she thought, but her hopes were dashed as she was told by her father to sit as a lady would. The ceremony was torture. Elizabeth slowly realised she was most likely not going to make it, her bladder had started to push on her corset, making her breasts jut out and her constantly need to shift in her seat, this didn’t help her quivering buttocks however, and she had to routinely stop and shove her ass into her seat to stop the waves of desperation from her rear overwhelming her. Elizabeth Gasped and placed her hand firmly into her lap as a couple of drops leaked into her small clothes, and a small fart escaped her, pushing her poop to the very edge of her sphincter. No longer able to keep still Elizabeth was all but ready to excuse her self so she could retain her dignity when the ceremony was over. She tried to immediately head to the nearest Privy she knew of, but was cornered and steered away fro there by the newly promoted commodore Norris, Her bladder couldn’t take this, and started spurting into her underdress, as she was lead to the balcony over the cliff the Commodore proposed. This was so unexpected to Elizabeth that she only just managed to hold onto her Bowels as her bladder poured out of her. It streamed out of her womanhood before soaking through her saturated underwear and snaking down her legs and pooling at her feet. It was lucky the party was so loud and her dress was wide and hid most of the sound and mess from Norris’ eyes, and what little sound he heard he put down to the waves down bellow. The pleasure of the relief and the deadly heat proved too much for poor Elizabeth Who whimpered “I.. I can’t breathe” Before fainting and plummeting over the side and down the cliff, into the ocean. The next thing Elizabeth knew she was having her corset cut open, and she immediately coughed up half the ocean. She stood up and immediately noticed that she miraculously had a wavering control of her bowels, which would only remain for a few more minutes judging the pressure on her shaking behind, whilst her bladder she noticed to her horror, was almost unbearably full, due to the numerous cups of wine she had drank over the course of the day, as was expected of her, and due to her having wet her self already, her tired pussy quivered in time with her ass with barely contained desperation. As she turned to thank her rescuer, a roguish looking character, she noticed a team of soldiers sprinting towards them, with her father and the commodore leading them. The commodore immediately clapped the man in irons, as Elizabeth meekly protested, whilst trying to hold back the tides inside her, begging to be released. As the pirate was finally cuffed, he threw the chain around her neck and dragged he towards him, using her as a shield. This was too much for poor Elizabeth, her tired bladder emptied again and poured back down her legs through her see through and skimpy underwear and through the boards of the dock and into the sea. Whilst this was happening, her quivering bowels finally gave way, and a thick log pushed its way into her now destroyed underwear, making her groin uncomfortably warm, as her poop continued to fill her panties, her see through shift turned brown and started to slowly bulge, along with the crotches of several soldiers as they got a good long look at the governors daughter. Elizabeth was shoved into her father by the pirate as he issued a quip of a one liner, saying “Gentlemen, this is the day you almost caught, Captain Jack Sparrow!” And legged it. As she was stood upright, Elizabeth looked down and herself, and felt that unfamiliar tingling feeling in her womanhood again, looked up and Smiled, knowing just how to get rid of it, and who to help her. I hoped you enjoyed, and please remind me if the second part is not up by tomorrow!
  23. Papergami

    [Commission] Long Meeting (Part 1)

    From the album: My Art

    Do you want a omorashi drawing of some special character? Contact and ask me! I make commissions for around $5. You can see more on my Deviantart page: https://papergami.deviantart.com/
  24. Fangirl-wetter

    I dare you to torture my bladder

    Hello! So I currently have a few hours free. In which you can make me hold until I wet. I will descriptively explain what is happening to me after I do each challenge. At the moment I need to pee, it isn’t too bad. So basically give me any challenge and I will do it please be nice to me at the start though thanks!