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  1. Evab100

    female In a cup

    This was actually around 2 to 3 years ago, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I wondered what my bladder capacity was at the moment, so I grabbed a cup I had gotten from a local pizza place a long time ago. I let my pussy pee out into the cup, trying not to get a drop spilt. I think i got around 300 to 400 millilitres?
  2. Hey there! This is a thread for tiny desperation ideas! Things you can read in a few seconds but that put very sexy ideas in your head! I don't know how many of you knew holdingit.minuteboard? There are a fair few users on here that are also on there, and made content for it before it sadly went down. It's still available in parts through the waybackmachine, so it's not all bad, but still... it had a thread that I adored called "lines of desperation", started by the user Rexone312. It's just full of tiny little stories, though it did go off-topic and delve into longer ones at points, but most of it is really easy to digest chunks of very, very sexy desperation. It's often extreme stuff too, with unrealistic hold times and large bladders, which is what I love! https://web.archive.org/web/20171205040050/http://holdingit.minuteboard.com:80/m/b/a/showtopic.html?topicid=70357&start=0 You might also be aware of some other omorashi poetry already on the site, such as this topic by Sunflower: Or this more recent one by SecretPerson, which is what inspired me to make this topic after talking with him: Okay! So now that all that backstory is out of the way, I'm going to be posting some of my own tiny stories here, as well as some of the ones from users on holdingit.minuteboard, where I can I'll get permission to do so, but I would like to have a current archive of this stuff as the site was taken down! I don't want to take credit for any of these works, only put them up somewhere so more people can enjoy them again! 🙂 One last thing: This Topic is for DESPERATION! If you want to make one about wetting stories or fear accidents, please do so! I'm really only interested in the holding, and wanted to make a topic for those, like me, who miss holdingit.minuteboard and this thread in particular. So, without anymore exposition, feel free to give writing some of these a go!
  3. 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!
  4. This is the story of the time I held on the longest I can remember! My dad worked for British Rail so I had the privilege of having some free train passes I could use when I was a teenager. I have an uncle and aunt who live in London so I arranged to go and visit them one Easter. It was a long train journey but as I love train travel it was very relaxing. So I was always (still am) somewhat embarrassed to say to anyone when I need to use the bathroom. When I was staying at my aunts I tried to not go very often and would sit and chat and hold on for as long as I could. I would never go during the night either incase I woke anyone so spent the week holding every day so many times! Their bathroom was off the kitchen and somehow if I did muster the courage to go I would inevitably meet my cousins in the kitchen or my aunt and they would want to chat! By the time I had got to the kitchen I was usually almost wetting myself and it was so difficult to remain social and decent while on the verge of wetting! I do recall dancing feverishly a couple of times and looking longingly at the bathroom so often. I never gave my aunt my dirty washing that week as every pair of pants had wet patches that week! Anyway, this particular night that week we had all sat in the kitchen having Sunday dinner. The sun was shining into the room making it warm and I remember drinking a few glasses of water with my meal. As was normal we had been to church together that morning and I was booked on the train home the next day. During dinner one of my cousins (three girls the oldest being about five years younger than me) mentioned that the youth group had a meeting on and suggested we all go since it was my last night with them. It sounded fun so about an hour after dinner my aunt gave us all a bottle of water each and some sweets and we ploughed into my uncles car to go to the youth event. The church was just twenty minutes drive away so I was expecting us to go there. I had not been in the car long when I felt a familiar tingle in my privates and realised I should have gone to the bathroom before we left. By the time we had been in the car about twenty five minutes so I was not at all worried assuming we would arrive any minute. The car kept driving. I foolishly drank som more water from the bottle as it was hot in the back of the car. I was aware I needed the bathroom a bit but I was still fairly comfortable. I looked out the window and tried to enjoy the ride while I listened to my cousins chat to their dad. Half an hour later and we were still driving! By now I had my kegs crossed and I was wondering where we were going! From what one of the girls was saying it seemed this was a joint churches thing and we were heading for another church out of town. Surely we had to be there soon? And surely there would be a toilet when we got there. Finally we pulled into a car park and my uncle turned off the engine. We had been in the car an hour now and I had last used the bathroom over four hours previously and since then I had consumed a lot of liquid! I went to open the door but there was a child lock on and the others were not getting out anyway. I really wanted to ask where we were and if we were getting out. Mostly I wanted to ask if there was a toilet anywhere I could use but I was way too shy for that. I should say this was before the days when mobile phones were standard though my uncle did seem to have one as they were pretty well off. We sat in the pitch black car park for ten minutes of more. I could see a building nearby but like everywhere else it too was in pitch darkness. If I had not been with relatives I would have been a bit scared to be honest. The only good thing about the darkness was I was able to hide my need to wee more. I placed my hand between my crossed legs and shifted around in my seat. I could feel the need much stronger and I was certain if we went home I would never last the hours journey. There was no way I could wet myself though as I was staying with relatives for one thing, I would be far too embarrassed for another and my uncle would not be happy if I damaged his car. I needed a bathroom so bad though! It was getting harder to sit still! Eventually my uncle decided to call someone. We had been in the car park over twenty minutes now and I was bursting for a pee and no idea where we were or when I would be able to go! I could hear the person on the other end of the phone telling my uncle that he was in the wrong place but suggesting we go to their house for a while instead! I hoped so badly that they lived near by. I really really needed to find a bathroom and time was running out.... My uncle switched off the phone and started the car up. I was so glad it was dark outside as I was able to have one hand wedged between my legs pushing against my vagina to try and hold my pee in. Despite having a seat belt on I kept moving around too. My cousins seemed engrossed in conversation with their dad talking about where we were now going and how they were excited etc. I was dearly wishing it would be close by and trying to figure out how I would get out the car dry when we got there. I was so bursting I actually remember putting my hands inside my trousers and pants and stroking myself. I was so embarrassed but had my body facing the car window so no-one could see. I was practically dancing in my seat and my face was screwed up. My bladder was hurting and I was getting concerned. Finally we pulled into the driveway of a very posh house. It turned out to be the church minister and his wife and they invited us all inside. My cousins were hugging them and so excited and I was standing there crossed legged hoping someone would say hello to me so I could ask quietly if I could use their bathroom please! While I stood there I felt a few drops leaking out of me and I had to suddenly shift position to try and stop myself peeing myself in a posh house in front of family and strangers. They had set up this sort of snug/TV room for us all and laid on a bit of a spread with sandwiches, juice, cakes etc. We all got comfy and I found myself sitting at the end of the sofa closest to the ministers wife who was on a large arm chair knitting. They turned on a TV and put a movie on which I have no idea what it was as all I could think of was the fact I was about to wet myself! With all the chatter and the noise of the movie I muttered to myself ‘I need the toilet so bad’ but no-one seemed to hear! Why could I not just admit I was bursting to pee and ask to use their bathroom?? Instead I sat back in the sofa and crossed my legs tightly. I was sat bolt upright and must have looked so uncomfortable. There was a small coffee table beside me and the ministers wife reminded me politely that I had a glass of juice and snacks I could have. Just looking at the glass of juice was making me so nervous. I picked up a sandwich and politely ate it though all I wanted really was a bathroom break. My bladder was aching now as I had been holding for almost two hours and not been to the bathroom for over five hours. I shifted about and tightened my muscles all I could. I even slipped my head between my crossed legged desperately longing to finger myself as the closer I got to wetting myself the more turned on I got! The noise settled as everyone else finally started to watch the movie. I tried watching it but I could not focus on anything other than the fact I was about to burst! I took a deep breath and said really quietly ‘Excuse me please, could I use your bathroom.’ Unfortunately right at that moment the movie had a loud part which completely drowned out my whisper and no-one responded. I could feel the tears behind my eyes as my urethra was pounding so hard against my vagina, my pussy lips were swollen beyond belief, my clit was rock hard and I was so wet and open. For a second I froze as a spurt leaked out just as my urethra pushed down for the millionth time that night. I could not take this a second longer. I swallowed hard, put my head down to avoid eye contact and almost cried out, ‘Please please could I use your bathroom. It’s quite urgent’ And right at that point I stood up as another drip leaked.... As I stood there, vulnerable, dripping and blushing I could feel my entire body shaking. I had reached the point of no return and if I was delayed more than a minute longer I would flood the room with hot steamy fluid! Without so much as lifting her eyes from her knitting the ministers wife said ‘of course! Up the stairs, third on the right.’ What? In a property the size of this and they had no downstairs loo? How was I ever going to make it upstairs? My urethra was pushing against my wet pants now so fast it was like a steam train about to crash. I HAD to pee. I HAD to. I jammed both hands instinctively between my legs, put my head down in utter embarrassment and bent over. Now to find this heavenly longed for place when I could relax, open myself up fully and explode like a waterfall at the edge of a cliff. My hands could feel my trousers were already damp now and I needed every ounce of energy I had to keep myself from just surrendering to my own body, allowing it the precious release it needed and relaxing into the inevitable. I knocked the room door closed with the back of my foot, leaned against the old Victorian hallway and fell back against the wall. Here was I, in my late teens, an everyday girl with shoulder length dark brown hair, navy trousers, a flowery cream and navy blouse on, deep brown eyes and breasts that only just jutted out more than my overfilled and bursting bladder. My eyes filled with tears as my knees bent and my back fell against the cold wall as I grasped myself between my legs for dear life. Finally I could undo the top of my trousers as I tried to stop myself from the inevitable, bursting open for all to see and hear! I slid one hand inside my trousers, inside my wet and warm pants and grabbed my pee hole with my fingers for all I was worth. How had I got to this state? Why was I simply unable to ask to go earlier? Now I had taken myself to a totally extreme situation where not only was I about to wet my clothes but I was also so incredibly close to having a sexually public experience in the hallway of a ministers house! What was I thinking? I saw the stairs and made a run for it...well running with open trousers, wet pants, a body bent over, a bladder sloshing about and a finger inside your leaking pussy is a site to behold I can tell you! With my free hand I held onto the railing and willed myself to hold another second...and another...and another... The tears dropped from my eyes in sequence with drops from my urethra onto my hand. I was beyond bursting and if anyone saw me I knew I would just let go. My heart was pounding, my skin sweating, my vagina screaming. Each step up those stairs was both painful and orgasmic as each drop ran down my inside leg causing electric shocks right through me! The third door seemed like an absolute eternity away. I was past being dignified. I was past holding back now. As I reached the light coloured carpeted landing I kicked my trousers off then and there. (My shoes had been removed when I came in so I only had my socks on). It didn’t even cross my mind how I would manage to come back for them or what if they were found. This was an emergency and I could not have them getting any wetter. The gusset of my flowery cotton pants was so wet and warm so as I continued to struggle on I used my spare hand to pull them down too. So here I am staggering along a hallway naked from the waist down in someone’s house with hot sexy pee running out of me despite all I could do to prevent it! One drip on the carpet. And another. Where was this door? Where was the bathroom I so desperately, longingly yearned for? Finally I came to the third door, pushed it open, and tore my hand away as I ran dripping and panting for the toilet. I turned and tried sitting down just milliseconds before a torrent of hot streaming release escaped me. It was pouring out of me so fast before I even had time to rest my bottom on the seat. I was shaking, crying and laughing all at the same time! I rested my bum cheeks on the cold plastic seat and finally relaxed as hours and hours of build up finally took its toll on my whole body. My head tipped back, my eyes closed and my mind taken to a place of utter relaxation and peace finally. This was a needed pee. This was a never needing climax that was heavenly indeed. The speed at which my body released that day was second to none. The amount of liquid, the intensity and the feelings of total release have yet to be repeated. I could not control what was happening to me. The bathroom door was wide open, I could be watched, heard or touched by anyone and I could not have cared. I was in another realm altogether, in another world, where all that mattered was getting this climax, this release. For all I could not say a word earlier about my need to pee all of a sudden here in the bathroom, alone, naked from the waist down with my discarded damp clothing in the hallway outside, I could not keep quiet. ‘Ah, ah, ah’ ‘Oh, oh, oh’ ‘This...is....heaven’ I screamed as my entire body pulsated with release, passion and ecstasy. The urine kept on coming in waves, mixed with so much mucus that ran out of me uncontrollably. Time stood still as my body reached its ultimate high. Then I sat there, suddenly aware that this went beyond peeing. Suddenly aware the door was open, I was half naked, exposed, spent and fulfilled in every sense of the word. It took over a minute before I was able to regain any sort of composure. I wiped my tired running pussy with paper. It sent more shivers throughout my body but I couldn’t go there again. I was exhausted but oh oh so happy. The tears in my eyes now were those of pure delight, happiness and peace. Whatever had just happened to me was something incredibly special, wonderful, heavenly. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands and yawned. I was spent. Fully and utterly.
  5. maxomaxo2

    GIGA SRZ-05(Uniforms)

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  6. Another story about me. This time I was in my twenties. I had several jobs one of which was cleaning the communal areas of flats. This one day I had two four storey blocks in one town and 8 three storey blocks in another town to do. I had to carry the hoover and all the cleaning stuff with me and always had bottles of water as the flats were so hot. As I was hoovering the stairs in the first block of four storey flats I felt the need to pee a bit but as there was nowhere to go I carried on. It was thirsty work carrying the hoover up and down all the stairs to plug and unplug it all the time then back up the stairs to polish the banisters and wipe all the sills down. By the time I had sprayed air freshener at every level on the first block I had drank a bottle and a half of water. I moved next door to the second block and had to do it all again. I was sweating so had to keep stopping to drink more and I could feel my bladder filling more and more. I was dancing a bit with Henry the hoover and jigging about as I cleaned but as I was so hot I still had to drink. Finally I was finished at the first town after an hour and had to head the twenty minute drive to the next town. Once I sat in my car to drive I had to concentrate on driving so the need seemed to settle down. I should have stopped off at a supermarket to pee but where is the fun in that? So I drove on not thinking I had nearly two hours work left and nowhere to pee. The flats in the second town were smaller but had a bigger landing so more hoovering. I was dancing and crossed legged as I hoovered and polished and I hoped there was no cctv watching me. By the time I got to the third block of flats I was so bursting to pee. I actually recall sticking the hoover tube between my legs to help me hold at one point! I tried to clean as quick as I possibly could and had to get into my car to move to the blocks behind the ones I had done. I remember sitting in my car with both hands between my legs thinking I could not possibly hold and clean much longer but I could not drive either! I was so full! Those last four blocks were a sight to see! I pee danced openly as I cleaned and moaned and openly said stuff like ‘god I am gonna piss myself any second’ I often wonder if anyone in the flats could hear me? I longed to open the hoover and sit on Henry and pee inside him!!!! I was leaking and dripping and by the time I finished it was dark and raining again. I sat in my drivers seat and pissed my pants so hard. It was orgasmic!
  7. Mbgpeelover

    female The day I peed in a shoe box

    Over the years I have voided my bladder in lots of different places from aeroplane toilets, to outside, from buckets to pristine posh toilets in stately homes. This is the story of the time I was once forced to pee in a shoebox! It happened one evening in December last year. I had some friends and family around and despite finding some aspects of peeing rather sexy I am also very pee shy. I find it very embarrassing to excuse myself to use a toilet...even my own! I live in an older style house with just one bathroom upstairs. I was drinking mostly soft drinks and the odd glass of wine and laughing with friends. There had been people in my house for several hours at this point and I hadn’t used the bathroom since around lunchtime. I reasoned with myself that I would just hold until people left as I always did. Making snacks, pouring drinks and heating food meant I was mostly in my large kitchen which is a room on its own. While guests did come into the kitchen they didn’t always stay so as my need to pee continued to grow I was able to cross my legs, lean on the counter and even pee dance slightly. With the holiday season and work and school not on people seemed in no hurry to leave. By ten pm my house still had quite a number of guests. By now I should really have just swallowed my pride and slipped out and upstairs to the loo. I am my own worst enemy though and the very thought made my face flush with embarrassment. Outside I (hopefully) still looked the epitome of professional host whist inside my body was fighting a huge battle! My muscles were tense, my urethra pounding against my cotton knickers and my vaginal lips were tingling. My breasts became sensitive to touch and my bladder was looking and feeling distended. It was getting to the point I would need to overcome myself to stay decent but I convinced myself people looked like they would be leaving ASAP. By 10:30 a few had started to leave but now I felt it would be even more obvious if I left to pee. Everyone would know exactly where I was going and my dignity could not cope with that. With no more food to prepare and less drinks flowing I had to mingle more out with my kitchen which meant trying to hold a very full bursting bladder among others. I quickly found an empty seat and sat down crossing my legs tightly. It was a hard wooden dining table seat which meant I could sit upright keeping my muscles tense. My whole body was screaming at me to go to the bathroom urgently. My toes were curling, my knees bouncing, my thighs clamped tight, my hips swaying, my legs tightly crossed, my muscles tightened, my bladder aching. Even the top half of my body was telling me to ‘pee now!’ With my nipples hard and erect, my face grimacing, my neck tensed. It was taking my entire body to hold. My bladder was so full I looked pregnant! Without conscious awareness I had started rocking as I spoke to people. My hands intermittently going between gripping the seat of the chair to pushing between my legs to ease the pressure. I’m sure people must have known or even been enjoying my movements but I was thinking I should stop being stupid at this point and just use the toilet I so urgently needed. Then I realised as the last few people started to leave that I should really be social and ‘see them out’ by standing up. But God I was so ready to wee it was painful now. I was also highly aroused but more than anything I HAD to release my bladder. It took three attempts at standing before I could do it without wetting. I had lost all professionalism now and I was bouncing from foot to foot. I was utterly mortified when my friend hugged me at my front door as she kept saying to her partner ‘we’d best go Harry and let Mary get to the loo. She looks frantic!’ Harry winked at me but followed his partner to the car. ‘Oh my God I am beyond desperate!’ I said to myself the second the door was closed. My hands were between my legs now as I tried to make it upstairs without wetting. I somehow made it and pushed at the door with both hands wedged between my legs as pee was dripping into my undies in preparation of sitting on the pan. But the door was locked! I hammered on the door so frantic to pee I had completely forgot my own partner at the time may also have felt too embarrassed to use our own loo or been too busy socialising he too could have been bursting. He shouted back ‘sorry love. Been holding my poo for ages and had to come quick. I’ll be as quick as I can!’ I ran into my room, stripped off my tight jeans and blouse and jumped on my bed with just my white lacy bra and matching knickers on. I knelt down with one hand inside my knickers stroking myself and the other helping me balance. I was right on the edge of pissing everywhere and the only way I knew to help get through the next few minutes was to masterbate and hope it staved off the urgency. I grabbed my toy and even inserted that in the vain hope having an orgasm would prevent my pee escaping. I was shaking now both with pee urgency and being so aroused. As I inserted my metal vibrator in and out quicker and quicker I could feel my muscles contracting and as much as I was enjoying the feeling I began panicking when I felt urine seeping through past my toy. I was leaking and about to burst my full contents of my bladder onto my bed. I pulled my vibrator out quickly and bend over the side of my bed where I kept some shoes under my bed. I had no time to do anything else as droplets of warm pee ran slowly down my inside legs. I tipped out a new pair of high heel shoes onto the floor and grabbed the cardboard shoe box like my life depended on it. I knelt over the box as a huge sudden gush of warm almost clear urine poured quickly into the cardboard show box. There was a short pause before my body suddenly shook with such intensity I wasn’t sure if I was climaxing or just shuddering with sheer and utter extreme pee desperation. Either way as I shook my urethra relaxed, my vaginal swollen lips parted willingly and my Kegal muscles pushed with such a ferocious force I almost lost my balance. My eyes closed, my body frozen, my whole being releasing to the moment. Water flowed out at high speed into that box swirling around the corners and slashing into the centre. Filling and filling at a steady and intensely satisfying speed until my body felt it had had it’s time. The stream eventually slowing, my busy finally relaxing, my whole being able to finally breathe. As the reality hit I knelt there in complete shock. I was kneeling on my bed in just my pants and bra with my pants down to my knees with a cardboard shoe box wedged between my legs full of warm foaming pee. What sort of woman does that? What sort of professional female finds herself in this situation? I stared at the shoe box in disbelief and shock as I heard the toilet door finally open and my partner shouting ‘the bathroom’s free now if you still want to use it?’ I moved the shoe box to my bedside cabinet while I unhooked my dressing gown from my bedroom door, pulled it around me and hid the shoe box inside like some dirty secret. I emptied the contents down the toilet quickly, splashed my face with cold water to calm myself down and washed my hands. I then stood on the box to fold it down and crushed it into the bathroom bin. Every time I see a shoe box I think if that day and tell myself it won’t ever happen again. The problem is no-one can guarantee that can they?
  8. Quackduck

    Drug Test Desperation

    Kara is helping five people pass a drug test by taking them herself, meaning she needs enough urine to fill five cups with pee. Her goal throughout the day is to hold as much urine as possible, but she has to get through seven periods before she can find relief! Will she make it? - - - - - - - - - - - - It was a free period, and Kara sat in the back of the library, chewing on the back of her pencil and watching a group of girls talking and laughing. They were charismatic, and much more outgoing than she was, and she envied their friend group. They were the popular girls: Emma, Sophie, Genesis, and two other girls she didn't know the names of. Kara wished she was friends with them. She would get invited to parties, have a boyfriend, go out every day... Emma looked up and noticed Kara staring at her. She immediately looked down at the paper on her desk, heart filling up with embarrassment. 'That was so stupid of me,' she thought, 'I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I do that? It was so obvious...' A shadow grew over her desk. She looked up to see the five most popular girls in school standing over her. She let out an awkward "Hi." "Your name is Kara, right?" Emma asked. "Y-yeah, I'm Kara. What- uh, what's your name?" "You don't smoke, do you?" she asked, ignoring Kara's question. That's a weird thing to ask, thought Kara. "What, you mean like cigarettes?" "Weed. Or anything, I guess. Do you do any drugs?" "Um... No, of course not." "Bet," Emma smiled, "sorry if this is weird, but we really need someone to take a drug test for us." "We really don't want to be kicked out of volleyball this year," Sophie added. "S-Sure, what do I need to do?" "We can meet you outside the gym before seventh period tomorrow," Emma said, "that's when gym is. DON'T be late. Seriously. I really can't have you be late. The test is for all of us. I'll give you the cups there." "Cups?" Kara asked. "You have to pee in a cup," Emma clarified. "Five cups," Genesis told her, "make sure you have enough," she giggled. "Enough what?" "Pee," Emma said. Kara felt stupid. "You'll do it, right?" "Y-Yeah, of course. Totally." "We're counting on you." The five girls left. Kara's heart was beating fast with nervousness. Could this be the ticket into the friend group? All she has to do is pee in a few cups and she'll be cool with them. Nervousness was mixed with excitement for the whole rest of the day. When Kara woke up the next morning, she realized she didn't really know what she was going to be doing for the test. She knew there was a cup to pee in, but was there anything else that she needed to know? Did each cup need to have a certain amount of urine in it? There's going to be five cups waiting for her tomorrow. That's a lot of cups. She decided to skip her morning pee, which proved to be a rather difficult task. She pulled on her cutest jeans and closed them painfully around her full bladder. She didn't care, though. She thought it showed off her ass pretty well, and Emma's friend group were all drop-dead gorgeous. She ate her cereal watching TV while fidgeting and squirming. She fanned her legs, crossed and uncrossed her ankles constantly, and rocked her hips back and forth. It felt like she might leak at any moment, but was in no danger of wetting. She drank the milk from her cereal bowl out of habit, something she wouldn't have done if she'd given it a second thought, and set out for the school bus. The ride to school was the most uncomfortable bus ride Kara had ever had. She was sitting alone, grabbing her crotch as discreetly as possible, trying not to let everyone know that she was bursting to pee. She wondered if she had five cups worth inside of her at that moment. When she got to school, she walked quicker than anyone else there and plopped down in her seat, accidentally jarring her bladder. Her friend, Terri, sat down next to her. "Hi," she greeted, then looked down at Kara's crazed sitting tap dance. "You okay?" "I really have to pee," she said, giving herself a quick squeeze. She was perfectly fine with showing her desperation to Terri, but she wanted to keep the information from her other classmates. "Why don't you just go?" "See, the thing is, Emma and her friends asked me to take this drug test for them, and---" "Wait, hold on. They did what?" "I'm gonna take a drug test for them. It's--" "Kara, that's ridiculous! Why are you doing that for them?" She shrugged. "I just want to be a nice person-nnn!" She lurched forward when a leak nearly escaped, burying her hand in her crotch. Terri sighed. "Nevermind, I know exactly why you're doing it. But do you know how much trouble you can get into for that? Those girls are stupid and cruel. They'll rat you out as soon as their places on the team are jeopardized." "They aren't making me do it, Terri. I just... like helping people," she said, as steady as she could. The whole bottom half of her body was moving like crazy. Throughout the entire class, she couldn't sit still. She was constantly squeezing herself, lurching forward, and tapping her feet. There wasn't much conversation between her and Terri. Her friend was mad at her for trying to impress to popular girls again, but she didn't care too much. They came to her this time. That's a completely different situation. Nearing the end of the period, it was getting really bad. She was dragging her butt back and forth in the chair, and she couldn't keep her hands away from her crotch for more than five seconds. A few other kids around her noticed her situation, making her turn red in the face. She found herself counting down the seconds until the end of class, but she knew she'd still have to wait until seventh period to release. 'I wonder what my limit is,' she thought, 'I should have done some measuring with how much I actually pee yesterday. This is getting bad. I really don't know if I can make it to seventh period...' The bell rang. Terri got her things and left without saying anything to Kara, who had accidentally spilled the contents of her bag on the floor. She was frantically trying to get her things together, giving herself a squeeze every couple of seconds. A small spurt escaped her, making her tense every muscle in her body. Kara left in a hurry, every step putting more pressure on her poor bladder. She leaked again, then again, then again. She was walking as fast as she could through the sea of people in the hallway, trying to get to class so she could at least just sit down. She passed the bathroom, and her bladder begged for her to use it. The harsh pulse of her urine-bloated organ was almost too much to bear. A particularly strong contraction made her leak again, but this time it didn't stop. She immediately spun around and went as fast as she could to the bathroom, but the hall was so crowded she was barely getting anywhere. She was going against the flow of people while she slowly and involuntarily leaked pee into her pants. She felt the warmth gradually spreading down her leg, her eyes tearing up from embarrassment and bladder pain. It didn't seem like anyone was noticing, but she felt like a little kid. She sprinted into a bathroom stall and sat down on the toilet. Without dropping her pants or taking her book bag off, she let go, releasing a torrent into her jeans. Her butt was soaked with urine. She wiped some tears from her eyes and sighed, but she remembered something that made her feel a little bit better. She skinned off her jeans and underwear and put them in her bag. She still needed to pee a little bit, but she was saving some for the drug test. She pulled on the black leggings she brought for gym class and left for class, drinking from the water fountain on the way. She drank until her belly felt like it was going to explode, then walked stiffly to her next period. She did fine through second period. Though it was definitely noticeable, her need to pass water was kept under control. Third period got a little worse; she spent the whole class fidgeting and tapping her foot. She drank some more water, and by fourth period, she was desperate again. She was hoping none of her friends at her table would notice her scooching back and forth and squeezing herself when they weren't looking. When they were, she was discreetly crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table. It felt weird wearing leggings with no underwear. It kind of made her urge worse, since that extra layer of fabric wasn't there. Once fourth period was over with, it was time to go to lunch. Although Kara really didn't want to pile anything on top of her bloated bladder, she was really hungry. All she had to eat that day was a small bowl of cereal. She had a cheeseburger and some fries, plus a small carton of chocolate milk to wash it down. She was wondering if she was drinking a bit too much. There was still a little less than two hours until seventh period, and she was spending the entire lunch fidgeting. Once fifth period rolled around, she was sure she drank too much. 'At least I don't have any friends in this class,' she said, making a beeline to the back of the class so she can hold herself. She somehow made it through without any leakage, though her need had increased considerably. She was completely unable to sit still through the whole class, constantly squeezing herself and crossing her legs. No one seemed to notice, though. 'Only one more class to go,' she said to herself, stepping in place as she gathered her things. 'Only one more class and I can pee.' She hurriedly went to her next period, sitting down next to Terri, who, upon seeing her change of pants, scoffed in astonishment. "Okay, I know you're not just preparing for gym early," she said. "What do you mean?" "Kara, you peed yourself for them! Is it really worth it?" her eyes traveled down to Kara's hands, which were buried in between her frantically tapping legs. Terri only shook her head and gave her the silent treatment again. After twenty minutes, Kara was even more desperate than before. She was watching the clock count the seconds by, but time seemed slower than usual. After another twenty minutes, she was dying. When she wasn't scooting back and forth, she was tensing every muscle in her body trying to contain the massive amount of pee inside her. Her bladder, which was on the verge of exploding, was constantly pulsing and throbbing like a continuous wave of desperation. She didn't care who saw her fidgeting. All she cared about was keeping her pee inside her until seventh period. As soon as the bell rang, she leapt out of her seat and rushed to the gym. As she stood by the door waiting for the girls to show up, she was jumping around, squeezing herself, and marching in place. People were shooting her glances, but she truly couldn't hide her need. 'Please, Emma where are you?' She thought, 'hurry up...' A particularly harsh wave hit, and she dropped to one knee, keeping as still as possible. They finally arrived less than a minute before the late bell rang. "Finally!" she said, getting off the ground to greet them. She was hopping from foot to foot, her fists clenched at her sides as she resisted the urge to hold herself in front of them. "Where are the cups? This is really getting bad." "They haven't given it to us yet," Emma said, "we're getting it this period." "When this period?" Kara asked desperately, clutching the sides of her leggings. "I don't know," was the annoyed response. Kara felt stupid again. She waddled into the gymnasium after them and went straight to the mat in the back, dreading what was coming next. Once the bell rang, the teacher went to the front of the class. "Alright everyone, you know the drill. Sit down in your spots and touch your toes." Kara didn't move. Her hands were buried in her lap and she was scooting back in forth. She planned on skipping the warm ups until she received a bone-chilling glare from the teacher. She sighed and begrudgingly leaned forward to touch her toes. She was a very flexible person. In fact, she'd been taking gymnastics for three years. At the moment, though, she wasn't so limber. Her bloated organ was a painful bowling ball in her belly. She filled her cheeks with air and scrunched her face up in agony, her shaking fingers not even making it all the way to her toes. She internally begged him to blow the whistle already, before she burst all over herself. The pulsing in her bladder had turned into a constant, screaming pain pressing against her lap. After an eternity, she heard the whistle blow, and she released. "Sky reach, everyone." The poor girl had to get up and reach towards the sky. Her face was contorted in strain and misery, her overfull bladder being tightened on by her belly's stretching skin. Her legs kept involuntarily tensing, her body obviously telling her it can't take much more of this. Her urethra evidently decided that it was going to take charge, and she let out a sudden and strong spurt of urine into her leggings. She immediately swung her arms down to hold herself to stop it, but the urine was plentiful enough to leak down both legs, soak her crotch, and dampen a little bit of her butt. The teacher thankfully didn't see this embarrassing display. "Alright, let's run! Chop chop!" This was by far Kara's least favorite part of the class. Though she considered herself a decent gymnast, cardio was not her strong suit, and it didn't help that she was on the verge of exploding. They needed to run three laps around the gym. As soon as she took the first few steps, she knew this was going to be bad. Urine was sloshing around inside her as she struggled to keep up with the rest of her class, each step feeling like a drop on a roller coaster. She noticed herself falling behind, so she picked up the pace. Once again, she leaked a little in her pants. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her hands were closed tightly in fists at her side. It took a few seconds to stop, since she was still running. She thanked the lord she was wearing black leggings, but with no underwear to help soak up the moisture, liquid was now streaming down her legs and into her shoes. It hurt so bad that she was almost crying. Each step let a little bit of pee out, and her entire lower half felt sticky. She saw the teacher call the girls over and hand them the cups. "Finally!" she said to herself, but she couldn't find relief yet. As they left the classroom, she discreetly slipped out of one of the exits and went stiffly to wear they were. She couldn't stand up straight, and if she untensed her leg muscles she would leak more into her pants. She was shaking from pure desperation, her tired urethra threatening to open the dams at any moment. "I'm ready, I need to go right now!" she said, coming upon the group. "Okay, chill the fuck out," said Emma, handing her the cups. She had to hold them all in her arms, which meant she couldn't hold herself. "We'll wait out here." "Is there a certain a-amount that needs t-to be in here?" Kara asked, leaking a tiny bit. She was answered with a look of disgust. She would have rephrased it, but her leak was getting stronger and she absolutely could not hold it any longer. She waddled to the bathroom stall and tried to close it with one hand, but a surge of desperation and urgency caused her to lurch forward and drop the cups. Luckily, they were plastic, so they couldn't break, but she had to retrieve them as they rolled across the bathroom floor. She bent over to pick one up, the pain nearly making her cry. She scooped them all up as fast as she could and put them gingerly next to the toilet, her legs fidgeting madly. As soon as she could, she squeezed herself hard with one hand and locked the stall with the other. She yanked down her pants and sat down, her dams immediately bursting and letting a stream out into the toilet. She had to squeeze herself with her bare hands to stop it, pee getting all over her hands. Kara's bladder was absolutely screaming now, her contorted face genuinely producing tears. Her fingers were cold against her pussy, but she barely noticed. She picked up a cup and put it against her labia, urine immediately spraying out like a garden hose. It filled up in no time. She stemmed the flow and put the cap on with shaky fingers, her bare legs fanning, fidgeting, and scooting. The second one was the same. The third cup began to grant her some relief as her rock-hard bladder became more of the squishy organ it naturally is. After she filled all the cups, she couldn't believe how much she still needed to go. After filling five cups with pee, she still urgently needed relief. She didn't go right away. She sat there for a moment fanning her sticky legs, noticing how overboard she went with this. As if waking up, she realized what she was going through for these girls that were so obviously using her. Terri was right. Terri was her true friend. A wave of desperation hit, making her habitually tense her legs and butt, but then she released a torrent, hissing strongly into the toilet. It felt amazing. She sighed and relaxed, leaning back against the wall, as the pent up urine finally evacuated her body. It slowed to a dribble, then nothing. She felt absolutely refreshed. She used the toilet paper to dry her legs, pussy, hands, and butt. Then she wiped down the cups and brought them to the girls, who absentmindedly thanked her. After school was out, she met up with Terri and sheepishly apologized, then went home. Kara would never do anything like that again.
  9. randomkath

    female The Rough Seam

    This short story was inspired by "What other fetishes do you guys have?". Special thanks to Jeffery Mewtamer and Curiousanon. The text calls bullshit on the notion that women are only able to enjoy erotica when they are sweet, romantic, and plot-driven. This is none of these things. In contrast, it is nothing but 9700 explicit words of pure fetish fuel, written to satisfy the author's personal kinks. It also serves to expose the author as a twisted pervert and raging lesbian. No apologies. You have been warned.
  10. This is my first time posting on this site. I've been a lurker up until now. I decided to chronicle some of my experiences from when I was younger. Now, in my middle school days, I started doing things such as drinking lots of water, and holding it until I was too desperate to take it any more. It was my “Omorashi Renaissance.” Normally I didn’t hold it to the point of pain, but one time I had to go so bad it hurt after waking up, but didn’t go right away. My increasing experiences in holding had made me more comfortable with the urges to pee. Quite literally I was training my bladder to hold more. I laid in bed, enjoying the feeling of how full my bladder was, and pressed down on it, making me leak past my closed sphincter for the first time in memory. I laid on my front, and held myself, waiting a while longer to pee, then went to the bathroom after almost reaching a 10/10. Now that I've recalled the dull, uninteresting parts during my transition into adolescence, let me give you my two most memorable experiences from my childhood. ---------- For my first experience, I was... classes in 4th grade were out in portable classrooms, and at the time I was taking a medication that made me thirstier… so naturally I had to pee more often. This meant going all the way back to the main building, to the bathrooms, which were in the middle of the school. We also had some punch card or something for bathroom breaks, and if we didn’t use it all up by the end of the term, we would get a reward. Ordinarily, I didn't have to go during class, except for during lunch and the usual breaks. Well, one day, I didn't to go to the bathroom during lunch. By the time I sat down, I realized my mistake, but it was too late now. I was at a 5/10. Over the next hour, it got worse and worse, until finally, during a story time, I was at an 8/10. I’d never had to go this bad before. I was squirming like mad in my chair and holding myself, and finally I couldn’t take it any more. I got up and brought the punch card to the teacher in the middle of the classroom, which had all of the desks surrounding it in a circle around the outside of the classroom. I was holding myself and dancing, and everybody and their mother could see I was desperate. Thankfully, the teacher took one look at me, and took the card without question, so I was able to leave and go to the main building. By the time I was down the stairs and on the grounds, my desperation had decreased to a 5/10 for no apparent reason. I obviously hadn’t wet myself because my pants (and upon further inspection, my underwear) were still perfectly dry. It’s as if my bladder was trolling me for not going during lunch by making me get up and stand in the middle of an entire class of onlookers to ask to go. Naturally I made it to the bathroom without an issue, but it was rather embarrassing. ---------- When I was 10, I had a friend, a couple years younger than me, who would come and stay with me for the afternoon once a week, while they waited for their parents to get off work. I lived within walking distance of the school, but my friend lived in an adjacent town. One or two days he was at my house, he would go to the bathroom, then 30 minutes later he would go again. Meanwhile, I would come home from school, desperate, because for whatever reason I hadn’t gone all day. I had this stubborn streak of waiting to go until I was dancing around and holding myself, much to my parent’s annoyance. It could be while using the computer, watching TV, anything. I would wait until I was at an 8/10 before I would go pee. This was no different when he was around. I suppose I considered it a matter of personal pride that I wasn’t going every half hour, so I held my pee the entire time he was there, which could have been hours. My parents once made me go to the bathroom when they saw me holding myself and dancing while he was there, telling me it wasn’t good to hold it that long. Well, finally, his mother got another sort of arrangement so that he wouldn’t have to stay at my house. But he was a friend, and we often played Twisted Metal 2 on my Playstation 1 together (God I miss that game), so I was going to miss him. But that still didn’t keep my pride from making me hold my pee for the two hours he was there. I already had to go quite a bit since we got home, I was maybe a 5/10. The minutes ticked by, and just half an hour into it, I was squirming while trying to blow up the AI with my character in Twisted Metal 2. I was starting to get desperate to go, but still I kept holding, and kept silent about it. As the time dragged on for what seemed like hours, my need to pee grew worse… 6/10. I started grabbing myself to make it easier to stave off the urge. 7/10. I missed a shot and fell off Antarctica because I was getting impossibly distracted by how desperate I was. Just over one hour in, I was at an 8/10, and was just about as desperate to pee as I had ever been. But I was determined to hold it until his parents came. My left hand was permanently glued to the front of my pants, and I could not stop squirming as I sat on the floor next to my friend in front of the TV, who appeared to take no interest in my plight. As my urges peaked, my sphincter kept threatening to release by itself. The next hour was driving me mad. The urge was so strong I thought I might burst. I could feel it in my teeth, I imagined I was that character, Johnny or whatever his name was, in Ed, Edd, and Eddy where his pupils started floating upwards as pee filled his eyeballs. I had no idea how I was managing to keep it in, I was so desperate. I kept feeling my sphincter loosen it’s grip when another wave of desperation came, and I held myself for dear life. I was going to wet myself if he didn’t leave soon, I thought. I was perfectly capable of getting up, walking into the bathroom, and going, but I just would not do it. I didn't want to go. I would not succumb. Then, just as I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, I started to feel a new sensation in the middle of my pelvis. Pain. It was starting to hurt. I started to panic in my head. Is this what my parents meant when they said it wasn’t good to keep holding it? Was I hurting myself? But my pride still somehow kept me from going, until finally, a few minutes later, I heard a car pull up in our driveway. I was in mild to moderate pain now, and was still holding myself for dear life. I ushered my friend out of our house a little more forcefully than was polite, dancing around with my hand in my pants the entire time, as I had to go NOW. Never before had I been this desperate to pee. When the front door closed, I speed-walked straight for the bathroom, tore my pants down, and took the most satisfying piss I had ever taken up to then. I was... um, 'drained' after that, and I realized that I had just held it that long without wetting myself. I had held it rather long before. My childhood was filled with times where I was sitting at the computer, desperate to pee, but not willing to get up because I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, until finally I couldn't take it any more. But this memory has stuck in my mind more than anything. Because this is the day that I had discovered the thrill of holding it... I liked that feeling! This was the day I discovered Omorashi.
  11. jeanvaljean

    My public wetting

    As I've said, I am not much of a wetter and I also don't enjoy posting much about my personal experiences, but I guess I shall give it a go and share one of my experiences with you. If you would like to know, I am writing this in the uni's library, right next to a girl that seems to be reading about the effect of caffeine on the central nervous system. Hope she can't read what I'm writing here :P. As a disclaimer, I want to let you know that the descriptions here might get quite vivid, detailed and some strong language will probably be involved. Read only if you think you can handle some kinky :P Getting to the main idea, this episode happened around August last year, so more than half a year ago. It happened at around 12:30-1:00 in the night, so eventhough it was outdoor, in my neighbourhood, I can't really say it's properly public as I haven't met any people on the streets. So, the intro would be that I was out with some mates in town, we went for some casual drinks, as it was one of them's birthday. Nothing fancy (I got him a tie as a present), so the main drinks we had were beers and a few shots. I don't recall if I went to the toilet during the evening, but after probably at least 4 beers (so that gives you aroud 2 litres of liquid, plus the diuretic effect of the alcohol in the beers and shots we had), I was definitely feeling it. Actually, I was desperate. Anyway, having fun, chatting and laughing and everything, I kept postponing it until I actually had to leave. I had to catch the last bus so I had to hurry, no time to wait in queue for the loo, which was quite long at that time. So I figuered I can hold it until home, and I could have if... I got on the bus (which, incredibly, was not late) and after about a 25 minutes journey I was in my neighbourhood. Just to add, my desperation was increasing by the minute and I was absolutely bursting, I though I am going to spurt a few times during the bus journey, but I managed to hold it until I got off. Of course I was grabbing everything, probably sweating a bit, legs shaking, the whole lot. Imagine a guy at the back of your bus doing that, hmm quite uncofortable situation I'd say... Being an omo fan, however, my desperation turned me on big time and thus I got quite a crazy idea. Instead of heading home, as I could still hold for at least 5 minutes to relieve myself in the toilet like a regular bloke or even go behing a bush or a tree on my way home, I decided to hold it until it will absolutely force its way out and I cannot do anything about it. So the thing I did was to start walking through the streets, I went to a park near my place, then back on the streets, getting farther and farther away from the toilet that I was so much needing. The idea of doing it on purpose, but still being an accident, as I will hold until it will come out on its own, turned me on very much. The huge hard on I had made it quite difficult to walk, I think more than the incredible need to pee. It was definitely noticeable. As I am a dom, knowing I am making someone wet by my personal decisions, even though that someone was actually myself :P also contributed to the immense arousal I was experiencing. Anyway, I guess you would still like to know if I wet myself or not... Long story short, I did wet myself and it was one massive flood, probably one of the biggest wettings I've ever done and keep in mind that I have a pretty impressive bladder capacity anyway. After I guess around 20ish minutes of walking around and holding, while I was holding my erect cock through my jeans, walking slowly, having to stop every 2-3 minutes. I think this one was one of my biggest desperation episodes as well, as I was also crossing my legs and kinda pee dancing/wiggling when I was having a stop from walking, two things that had never seem to help me when I'm desperate and which I haven't done before. As I was saying earlier there were no spurts involved, so you can correctly guess that all the pee came out all of a sudden, like a torrent of warm, wet desperation. I was so bursting for a pee, that I felt like I was peeing the desperation itself, getting it out of my system (I am quite metaphorical, I know), the relief was that incredible. I felt it coming and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt the bladder sphincter opening and a powerful stream soonly soaked the boxer briefs I was wearing; light grey in colour if I recall corectly. They were no barrier for the stream of pee and my slim fit blue jeans started to show the wetness immediately. A very interesting aspect, which turned me on even more, is the fact that you could actually hear me wet, there was this incredible hissing sound coming from inside my jeans which almost made me cum on the spot. As I was peeing so forcefully, everything happened almost at the same time, so by the moment I realized my crotch is soaked, the pee and wetness already went down my legs and started pouring on the asphalt. An evergrowing puddle started forming and I think I stood there wetting myself like a schoolboy for at least a minute continuously. My socks got soaked, as well as my sneakers, which I had just washed a couple of days before and so I have to give them a wash again... They were some hightop nike's and the socks were white ankle socks. I know everybody here likes to describe their wet pattern, but there's not much to say about that in my case as I think everything got soaked almost entirely. My jeans were drenched even on the back of the legs (I have no idea how that happened) and I actually had to drain the pee out of my sneakers before heading home as they were making a funny squeeshy noise :P Being cheeky, of course I couldn't wait until I got home to rub my throbbing cock, so I was actually rubbing it as I was casually walking home in my soaked jeans. I came in my boxers while I was walking and after reching home I stayed for another couple of minutes starring at my masterpiece in the mirror. I was like 'fuck me, right'! Afterwards, I jumped in the shower and put the clothes in the wash. It was an insane experience, so much fun and definitely more than enjoyable. So that's about it! By writting this story and recalling everything, I actually got quite turned on now and I think it does show a bit, as I'm wearing some smart, slim-ish pants at the moment. And keep in mind I'm in the library :P I hope you enjoyed me telling you about my personal adventure as much as I enjoyed actually doing it! And, of course, thank you for reading! If you wish to make any comments, feel free and remember this is the first experience I have ever shared on a forum!
  12. It's another story from yours truly everyone! This one a bit (well, a lot) longer. Enjoy :) Nadine arrived at the university after work, and we met up near the library to talk about stuff, like the class we were going to be doing in half an hour. We fetched some coffee at the stall outside, and then went inside, through the foyer, and upstairs to one of the comfier areas, so we could look at the things we had studied the night before. I noticed a few minutes after we sat down, however, that she seemed quite fidgety. She would subtly change position every minute or so, her brown hair swaying as she did so. I refrained from asking her about this, partly to keep the conversation flowing, partly to make sure didn't stop. She still drank her coffee like there was no trouble, unlike me, slowly sipping my mocha, because after twenty minutes she said she wanted another one! Of course, I was alerted further to her need as she and her curvy figure stood up quite gingerly, gingerly enough for me to see down her red shirt into her D cup breasts. "I kinda need to pee too, Simon." "Do you still want your coffee?" "Of course!" "Well, we only have ten minutes until class starts, and I'm not sure if you have time to use the bathroom after we get coffee. The tables fill up quick." "Oh well. I can hold it." "For two hours?" "Yep." "Okay." We went downstairs, and thankfully there was no line at the stall so she could still get her second coffee, and fill her bladder of course. We walked into the classroom, finding most of the room occupied, but there were still a couple of seats for Nadine and I. I noticed that she crossed her legs quite tightly as she sat down, her dark blue jeans stretching slightly under the stress. "As you may or may not have seen in the Blackboard section, today we will be learning about the mechanisms that toxins and poisons employ when they harm, and sometimes kill, whoever is unlucky enough to have them in their body." This was something I was actually interested in, hence why I took the course. Learning what poisons do, and how to stop them, is a fairly useful thing to know, isn't it? To my left, however, was something altogether more interesting. You guessed it, my squirming friend Nadine. She wasn't that distracting at the start of the class, but as time wore on, she got more and more desperate. Finishing off her second coffee after just fifteen minutes didn't help, of course. "Where's the bin?" "Already?" "Yep." "Over there, at the front." "Okay." As she wandered off to discard her coffee cup, my eyes wandered off with her, her legs staying together as she walked, her black ankle boots making the slightest of sounds as she made her way to the bin. Her right knee bent into her left as she threw the cup away, and she took her time walking back, seemingly to show herself off slinking back, but really to make sure she didn't leak. As she got back, however, she immediately pulled out a one litre bottle of water from her satchel and drank about ten percent of it. "You're thirsty." "I've just drank two coffees. I need to stay hydrated." "Good point." She smiled as she said this, and then crossed her legs again, this time opposite from before. It was another hour or so, and we were in a group activity at our tables, determining what were neurotoxins, what were blood toxins, and what were other types of toxins. I seemed to be the only one of the six at the table to actually know what was what, but even my attention wasn't entirely on the activity, and seemingly, neither was Nadine's. By now, her responses to her full bladder had escalated from less-than-occasional changes in position to a constant squirming. "Maybe you shouldn't have had that second coffee," I whispered to her. "Yeah, I definitely shouldn't have." "When did you last pee, anyway?" "This morning, when I woke up. What time is it now, Simon?" "About 3:30." "It's been, like, seven and a half hours!" "And you've had two coffees, half a bottle of water..." "I had another coffee at home, and one at work, and another bottle of water, which I refilled when I arrived. And a Boost at lunch." "Damn." She proceeded to tug at her belt and, counter-intuitively, finish off the rest of her bottle of water. "Make that a full bottle of water here," I said. "Yep. And now for a third." "Wow." We eventually did our activity, and the other work that we had to do in the class, although I had to help Nadine with a bit of her stuff, with her mind wandering rather below the desk, and her right hand planted in her crotch, her body sometimes leaning forward into the table. My mind was also wandering below the desk (and to my left), as was my penis, now pointing solidly upwards. I fixed this into a less obvious position as the lecturers were telling us what we needed for next lesson, and most of the class left almost immediately after. As for Nadine and I? Well, she couldn't get her legs uncrossed quite so quickly. When she finally stood up, it was even more gingerly than last time, and she was now struggling to hide her desperation. It was now almost four, a full eight hours since she last used the toilet. As we were walking, Nadine's legs were never apart, and her hand would sometimes stray near her privates. Part of me wanted to lead her to the toilet, but the rest of me wanted to keep her away. Outside, on the way to the library, she stopped, crossing her right leg over her left, and slightly bending over. "Don't we have to print the experiment instructions out?" Nadine asked. "Oh yeah. That's for tomorrow, right?" "Yeah, it is." We walked towards the library, the computer area making up the lower floor of the library building, and when we walked in, Nadine went straight past the bathrooms and down the stairs! Inside, I was like "Olé!", and I had to resist the urge to raise my hands in celebration as if I had scored a goal. Being next to her down the stairs, her slow walk was unbelievably sexy. The way her legs stayed together and slinked forward, she somehow managed to look graceful, despite her nagging need to pee. She then put her hand on her crotch as she came off the first flight of stairs and kept it there down the second. My lust was huge, my eyes almost certainly dilated, my penis making its presence known in my jeans. Nadine had to remove her hand as we entered the computer area proper, and she put her hands in her pockets. We found a pair of computers to use, and I sat down and watched Nadine do the same. She put her hand back in her crotch, and then crossed her legs as she carefully sat down. When we got off the computers after finding the experiment papers, she did this in reverse, but I noticed as we walked to the printers her hand was still in her privates. I let her go first, ostensibly as courtesy, but really to watch her shift from leg to leg as she released the print job. When she finished, I went on to release my print job, while staring at Nadine as if I was hypnotised by her pee dancing. Scratch that. I was hypnotised by her pee dancing. I wondered why she didn't just go, but I was so happy she didn't. "We can study at my house if you want," Nadine asked, as I finished printing the instructions. "Yeah, sure. Okay," I responded, rather more excitedly than I should have, with a noticeable smile on my face. "Let me just call my mum." I called my mum for permission to stay at Nadine's house, trying, and failing, to avoid watching Nadine cross her legs, spin around, and pace back and forth in her attempts to alleviate the annoyance in her bladder. At this point, I wasn't sure what was more noticeable. Her pee dancing, or my staring. Eventually, I managed to finish my phone call, complete with approval to stay at Nadine's. I put my forms in my bag, and we put on our jackets as we walked out of the library block, Nadine seemingly not even noticing the bathrooms between the flights of stairs going down to the computers and going up to the first level of books and comfy study areas, and even stopping along the way to the bus stop to fill up one of her water bottles. While I usually took a bus at the front gate of the uni, she took a bus at a completely different stop across a foot bridge from the back of the university. While we were walking toward there, her steps were small, and her hand, now somewhat inside her jacket sleeve, was in front of her, her satchel shielding it from other people's eyes, while I checked when the next bus to her house was. As we approached the bridge, Nadine stopped again, and this time she grabbed her crotch, bent over for a bit, and started jogging on the spot, her breasts bouncing along with her oscillations. "Oh my gosh, I'm dying to pee." "I can see that." "Where's the bathroom?" "The last one I saw was in the library." "Lets look for one now." The angel and devil on my shoulder fought for my conscience. The devil won convincingly. "It's twenty to five. Shouldn't we get home before sunset?" "But my bladder's sooo full." By now Nadine had crossed her legs around her hand and was bouncing up and down in a full on pee dance, her boobs still shaking as they peeked out of her red top. "You don't want me to wet myself, do you Simon?" I gave her a face somewhere between "touché" and "actually..." "Come on, you can hold it, can't you?" "I guess. It does kinda feel nice to hold it." This time, I could feel my eyes dilating, watching her adorable face blush as she said those words, and I actively had to keep my lips together to avoid my mouth drifting open. I struggled to say "cool" as Nadine uncrossed her legs and we crossed the bridge, Nadine's hand still in her crotch. After crossing the bridge, we still had to walk a bit further, and as the other side was busier than the university, Nadine had to put her hands in her pockets, and our walking pace momentarily slowed. As she did this, I got a sudden and compelling urge to hold her hand, and i had to use my right hand to keep my left hand away from her. We got to a set of pedestrian lights, and Nadine, now starved of movement, rose her right leg up to her left for a couple of seconds, and then did the same with her left leg to her right. She repeated this until the light turned green, and we reached the bus station soon after we crossed the road. It was now five to five, so the bus station was getting quite busy, but we managed to find a seat, which was good for Nadine, as now she could grab her crotch between her crossed legs and use her satchel to hide her actions. I put my left hand down next to me, and immediately felt something warm and soft, but something was telling me to keep it there, and it felt good, so I didn't check what it was. The buses were queuing like taxis at an airport, only with a lot more people, and a lot less space. I spotted a bus that would take us where we needed, but Nadine rejected it as it stopped in front of us, saying it was too crowded and had no seats left. Another bus came up a couple of minutes later, and Nadine saw it wasn't as crowded. This time, she motioned to get up much quicker, but instead sat back down. "Simon!" "What?" "Move your hand." "Huh? Oh." As it turned out, that lovely warmth was Nadine's right hand, so I tried to move it away so we could get on the bus. As we got on, however... "Simon!" she whispered. "What now?" "You're still holding my hand!" This time, I couldn't even stammer out a coherent response, and I prised my hand off of Nadine's, this time using my right hand to hold it away. All the while, I could feel the embarrassment travelling through me, and yet I started to feel giddy, my embarrassment seemingly being mixed in with copious amounts of oxytocin. After scanning our bus cards, Nadine led me to some seats near the back of the bus. Or at least tried to. "Simon? Simon!" "Oh, hello. Did I nod off a bit?" "Yeah." This time, she actually grabbed my hand and physically led me to our seats, Nadine taking the same position as before, but now with added squirming, which I could feel through her hand, which I was totally unable to let go of. As we were talking on the bus, I started to get sleepy. I was still aroused and jittery watching this beautiful girl next to me try to keep her bladder in check, but I was becoming more docile as time wore on. I couldn't lean to my left, as I was in an aisle seat, so eventually I leant into Nadine. "Simon?" "Yeah?" I said in a rather sleepy voice. "Are you tired?" Her voice sounded kinda cute, like a babysitter. "Yeah, kinda." "Do you have to lean on me?" "I don't know. You're really comfortable though." "It's not like I'm your girlfriend, though." "Maybe we can change that." I smiled as I said that, only to quickly realise that I just said that. Oh shit. "Did I just say that?" I stutter. "Yep." Nadine gave me a cheerful yet smug smile, her cute lipsticked lips drawing me in. 'She's not angry,' I thought. 'Good.' "Yeah, er, I like you. Quite a lot. Maybe we can go out on Saturday." "Sure," she affirmed, her smile lighting up her face. "I guess you are my girlfriend now," I remarked, my confidence coming back to me. "I guess I am, Simon." Then she kissed me. On the lips. My breathing suddenly slowed, and got heavier, and my jitters came back instantly. "Please, do that again. And never stop." So she did. The pleasure as we embraced, our lips locked, our arms around each other's warm bodies, even our movement, synchronised with each other and to the pulse of our kiss, it was the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced. My eyes wavered between open and closed, alternating between Nadine's startling eyes and a pitch black sensuality. In the hot mess that was us, Nadine leant me onto the seat and continued her life-giving kiss from above. It was a long time before it ended, but I would have preferred that it didn't end at all. Nadine pushed herself up above me and we looked at each other's eyes, still breathing heavily from the embrace, her hands planted to my sides. She then sat up normally and put both hands into her crotch, but not before I got a glimpse of her nether regions, now exhibiting a tennis ball sized wet spot. Meanwhile my lips now had red lipstick smudged on them, and for some reason I quite liked having it there. It certainly contributed to my longing desire to lock lips with Nadine again. "Looks like your bladder's getting real bad, now." "Well, duh!" she exclaimed, before whispering "I think I leaked when we did that." "Shit, really?" "Yeah, look. Before I leak again." She slowly lifted her hands from her lap, now only holding with her muscles. "That's not good," I said. "You don't say." Nadine put her hands back in her crotch, and tightly crossed her legs around them, keeping them there for the rest of the bus ride. She was also getting tired, having been constantly working since nine thirty, so she leant herself onto my lap, and I kissed her on her lips. We stayed like this until we got to our stop, which wasn't good for Nadine, as she now had to walk again. Nadine kept both hands in her crotch at all times, save for scanning her card again upon leaving the bus. The walk to her house was short and uninteresting, but upon arriving at her place we had to stop on the porch so she could muster up enough control to hide her significant desperation from her parents. It was now twenty to six, easily nine and a half hours since Nadine last used the toilet, and she had consumed something like five litres of drinks. She crossed her legs around her crotch again and bent down, then removed her hands and crossed her legs again. Before entering the house, we decided to kiss again, and the euphoria came back instantly, if only for the few seconds our lips were together. I took a peek at her crotch, or what I could make of it with her legs crossed, and her wet spot was now the size of a small plate, similar to what one would eat a slice of cake from, and as we entered the house, after she had carefully uncrossed her legs of course, I could see a slightly smaller spot on her bottom. "Hi mum. Hi Dad." "Hi Nadine," her mum responded. "Ooh, we have a visitor," her dad said. "Hi, Mr and Mrs Cilessen," I said. "My name's Simon." "Hi, Simon," they both said. Nadine, obviously not wanting to wait around her parents longer, headed for the stairs, and I followed. Our walk up the stairs was slower than ever due to Nadine keeping her thighs together as much as possible, and as soon as her parents were out of sight, Nadine put both hands straight back into her crotch. "I can finally use the bathroom!" she exclaimed. "Yay," I mockingly said, limply semi-raising my arms for extra effect. When we got to the top of the stairs, she bolted straight to the bathroom door, and by bolted I mean hobbled at pace, only to find her hopes crushed as the door handle refused to turn. "Who's in there?" Nadine desperately asked as she knocked on the door while lifting one leg after the other, "I'm dying to pee!" "It's me! I'm having a bath!" a voice shouted from inside. "Come on, Sally." "Sorry." "Little sister?" I asked. "Yep, and she's gunna be in there a looong time." "Is there a downstairs bathroom?" "It's broken." "Damn." Nadine and I grabbed a towel from a closet, just in case, and headed off to her room to try to do some study, but that was essentially impossible as Nadine's bladder was too full to let her concentrate, or indeed use her hands, and I was too occupied watching her fidget and change positions on her bed and sometimes stand up to try to hold back all that pee. Eventually, we decided to just not bother trying to study and we started making out again, pulsating in time with each other, me on top of Nadine and her still tightly crossed legs, themselves around her right hand, together holding back the flood that lay inside her bladder. However, I soon noticed her start to leak again, and then she pushed me off the bed and onto the wall so as not to soil the bed, and her leaking turned into spurts of pee, becoming stronger with each pulse of our kiss, until they coalesced into a trickle. I pulled her with me until I was able to reach the towel, then I threw it down on the floor and laid Nadine below me onto it, and she finally let go. Her body became limp under me as we continued our sensual lip lock, myself making sure I didn't get any more pee on me than the spots that my jeans had already absorbed. It was a minute and a half before Nadine's release finally stopped, and at that moment our lips finally let go, and we finally started breathing again. We sat up, mainly because we couldn't stand, and upon inspection, we found Nadine's jeans, the lower part of her shirt, and the towel all completely soaked in urine, and even the floor underneath sustained damage. We sat there for ten minutes or so, staring at each other and the drenched towel, and then we heard the bathroom door open. Sally had finally finished her bath. Then we heard her walk toward our room, and I quickly threw the towel under the bed and started kissing Nadine yet again, this time to hide her drenched jeans from her sister before she opened the door. "Bathroom's - oh my god. Wow." "What?" I asked, seeing the shock in Sally's eyes at the sight of us making out. "Imma go now." "Okay. Bye." "What do we do now?" I asked Nadine. "I'm going to have a shower, she replied. "That might be a good idea." Nadine then slinked off to the bathroom, and I watched her beautiful curvy body and her soaked jeans for the short trip.
  13. Bladder_Queen

    The Football Game

    Football was never my forte. I never understood the game, why they throw flags, why it’s okay to tackle each other. Basically the whole concept of football is a blur to me, but when a cute guy at school asked me to go, I decided I was definitely going to this game, no matter how confusing of a night. David had been talking for awhile, and I know he’s interested in me, and this football game was going to be the sign off on us dating. I showed up and parked myself in the stands with a warm mug of coffee and a big blanket for us to share. I sipped slowly on the coffee, until I saw him walk up to the stadium. I waved him over and he had a big smile on his face. “Is that for me?” he said, reaching for the coffee. “It’s what’s keeping me warm right now! I don’t wanna share,” I giggled and put it between my legs. “Here, let me fix that,” he leaned in and sat down next to me. He pulled a portion of the blanket over his shoulder and slid his arms around me. I snuggled up next to him and we watched the game together. He let me ask any questions I had about football and held me the entire time. I finished the coffee, so he went up to concessions and got us water bottles with our school logo on them. I chugged mine before he could even open his. “Thirsty much?” David laughed and sat back down. “I’m always thirsty, I have no idea why!” I hit him with the side of the water bottle flirtatiously. During halftime, one of the clubs walked through the stands, selling hot chocolate as a fundraiser. David waved one of them down and bought me a cup, which I sipped on slowly, but still finished quicker than him. He made fun of me again for drinking so much, but I told him it was completely normal for me to drink so much. “Won’t you have to use the bathroom?” “No… I don’t pee at all throughout the school day. I guess I just trained myself to not think about that,” “I think I’ve got an idea…” David said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. “Uuh.. what?” I didn’t know what exactly he was thinking, but he got up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down the stands and to concessions. He put a 20 dollar bill down onto the counter and asks for 5 water bottles. I followed him to underneath the stadium stands and he sat down, spreading the bottles in front of him. “Chug.” David said, handing me one of the bottles. “Dude, this is a really weird first date. Do you make all of your girlfriends do this?” “No… but it seems you have a talent, and I wanna see how far you can go,” he shrugged his shoulders and motions me to start my mission “Now go ahead and start!” I cracked open the first bottle and started to chug it. Once I finished that one, I kept going one after one, finishing each bottle until we ran out. “How do you feel?” David scooted next me and put his hand on my abdomen, feeling my bladder. “It kind of aches?” I pressed his hand down “I definitely need to pee now” I giggled and stand up. “Uh.. where are you going?” David took my hand and pulled me back. “To the bathroom?” “No! Stay here for a bit longer?... Please?” “I’m gonna come back? I’m not ditching you?” “I just… I want to… Nevermind. You wouldn’t understand,” ` I raise my eyebrows, more confused than I was watching football “No, what is it?” “You can’t judge me, okay? You have to promise not t judge me, or I’ll feel disgusting and I’ll be too embarrassed to ever talk to you again,” he squeezed my hand a little harder. “Yeah, of course! Just tell me!” I urged him. I sat back down next to him and leaned in really close “I… I enjoy watching girls hold their bladders… and then pee everything out… So I thought it would be cool to see what you could do, but your bladder is huge, and I just wanna watch you handle all the liquid you just drank,” David didn’t even look at me while he told me this, but it was way more interesting than the game on the other side of the stands. “So you want to watch me hold my pee?” I said, pulling his chin up to look at me “That’s okay, David. I’m not gonna judge you! If it makes you feel any better, I have a thing for calves… Like really muscular calves are really attractive to me.” “So you don’t think it’s weird?” he looked up and smiled. “No, not at all! People have their own things they find attractive, and you like girls with big bladders.” We moved closer to each other, and I could tell we were both more relaxed. About half an hour went by, and all the water that I drank hit me. I started squiming and grabbing my bladder. He noticed I was beginning to struggle and he smiled. “Your bladder isn’t so tough anymore?” he put his hand back down and presses on my bladder. I winced and let a soft moan out. “Oh come on, girly. How badly do you have to pee?” “10/10 David… My bladder feels like I’m gonna burst open,” “Okay.. let’s play a game-” “After I pee?” “No babe, before you pee…” David placed his hand behind my neck and kissed me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, putting my hand against my bladder. “Nuh uh…” he grabbed my hand “No touching” I bit my lip and kissed him together, trying to distract myself more than before. The more I kissed him, the more the water seemed to push on my bladder. I whimpered and wiggled, David grabbed onto my hips and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his legs and pressed my hands against the cold pavement beneath him. I look around and no one is coming near where we are, and I get the idea the go a little harder on him. I started grinding against he crotch, which not only got him hard but subsided my bladder for a few moments. His breathing started getting heavier and his grip on my hips got harder. I slid down his body and get between his legs. I rubbed his hard cock through his sweatpants and he started moaning. I raised my hips up into the air to ease some of the pressure from my bladder. I tugged down his bottoms and exposed his cock. I licked up between his balls to the tip of his cock and he convulsed. “You okay?” I giggled out, stroking his cock. “Huh?... Yeah, I’m fine…” he looked down at me and smiled “This isn’t like my usual first dates…” I sucked on his cock, rubbing the inside of his thighs. His moans and thrusts into my throat drove me crazy, and the hornier I got, the more pressure was pushed into my bladder. Soon, I could feel urine, leaking slowly down my thigh. I quickly grasped myself and sat up. “David… I’m going to pee myself…” “Okay, we can stop! Go to the bathroom.” I stood up and felt a little more leak. I grasped myself a little harder and started running in place “Nuh uh David… I’m not gonna make it. I have to go here…” I push my thighs together and start moaning. “Are you comfortable enough to go in front of me?” “Yeah yeah yeah… is that okay?” “Be my guest, girly” I sighed with relief and quickly unfastened my jeans, pulling them to below my knees. I turned around and faced away from him, as to be sure I didn’t make any embarrassing faces. I squatted down and began releasing my huge flood of pee. Right as I started feeling relieved, I heard a deep unfamiliar voice. “Hey! What are you two doing down here!?” I quickly cut off the flow and pulled my pants up, looking around. One of the security guards they keep at the football games was approaching us. David leapt up and got in front of me “Sorry sir! My girlfriend just wasn’t feeling well around all those people, so we came down here to calm her down.” The pressure in my bladder built up again, so I squeezed my thighs together and tried to compose myself. “Oh… Okay… Don’t spend too much time down here. Does she need anything?” “No! Just a few more breaths will do her good. She was just feeling a bit overwhelmed up there. Thank you, though!” The security guard left us and once I saw he was clear, I pulled my pants right back down and completely let out my bladder. It puddled and flooded at my feet and once I had released every last drop, I wiggled my hips and pulled my jeans back up. I turned towards David and his jaw was wide open. He grabbed my hips and shook them back and forth. “You… My dear, are a bladder queen!” “Excuse me, but did you say I was your girlfriend back there?” I blushed and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. “With a bladder like that, I’m never letting go of you,” David kissed my forehead and I got up on my tiptoes and kissed him harder. “Let’s go watch the ending of that game, right?” “Or we can go make out in my car?” he said with a smirk. “Or we can definitely do that.”
  14. Hi guys, Here's a brief story that happened when I went to a music festival with my then girlfriend (we'll call her Jess) a few years ago. ***** We'd just finised seeing the last band of the night and were making our way back to where we'd camped at the far end of the festival away from the main arena. We'd been drinking steadily throughout the night and while we weren't blackout drunk, we'd consumed a lot of fluid over the course of the day and were fairly tipsy. I stopped off at the big block of toilets in the main arena to take my last pee before going to bed. By this point of the weekend the toilets were in an awful state, and so Jess said she would wait and use the less busy toilets nearer our campsite away from the footfall of the main arena. On returning from the toilets I found Jess standing and bobbing subtlely from foot to foot, not enough to alert the casual observer of her need, but certainly notcieable if you knew the signs to look for! We started back towards the campsite and as the toilet block came into view Jess groaned. The maintenance staff were emptying the portaloos, and as a result had closed half of them, meaning that a large queue had formed for the remaining available toilets. At a guess there were a good 50 people waiting to use a bank of around 5 portaloos. Jess sighed and turned to me, "what do you think I should do, I can't wait here all night, I'm freezing!" "It's really up to you babe, how bad do you need to go?" I replied. "Kinda bad, I guess I've only been a couple of times all day and we've had quite a bit to drink, but I find it hard to tell when I'm drunk" "Well, we can wait here for the queue to go down, we can try and find some other toilets if you want" I suggested. Jess paused for thought, glancing again at the ever growing queue. "I just wanna go to bed, I think I'll be fine, I'm a big girl" she smiled, and began walking off towards our tent. We had picked a spot near the entrance to the festival that meant to go between our tent and the main arena, you had to walk down a short dirt track that had been fenced off to keep the festival goers out of the surrounding woodland. In the morning when we had gone into the festival, this track had been dry and rather dusty from all the site vehicles passing over it. However in the intervening hours the great British weather and the various traffic along the track had turned it to sludge that was virtually impossible to navigate. We battled our way down it and then made our way through a maze of guy ropes to our tent. Jess stooped to grab the zip of our tent door, wincing almost imperceptibly as she did so. "Ooh, I think I may need to go worse than I thought" she said with a strained voice. "I'm sure you'll be fine babe, we'll be back up in a few hours anyway so not too long to wait" I tried to reassure her. She smiled uncertainly in response but opened the tent door went inside. We both got changed out of our clothes and climbed into our sleeping bags. I was exhausted from walking around in the sun and drinking all day, so sleep should have come fairly easily, but I couldn't help but be distracted by Jess shuffling around next to me, making a loud rustling sound on the tent floor with each movement. "Babe are you ok?" I called out softly through the haze of impending sleep, after trying to drift off for half an hour or so. "I really need the loo, I don't think I can wait all night" she meekly replied. "I'm absolutely dying for a wee, those last couple of beers have really caught up with me." She sat up slowly next to me and cradled her bladder with one hand. Even in the dark and half asleep I could see that it was bulging out dramatically, particualrly as she was normally very slim in build. "Fuck, there's only one thing for it" she said suddenly. "Can you keep watch for me?" "What do you mean babe?" "Get dressed and stand up outside like your brushing your teeth or something, keep watch for anyone." "Don't you want to try the toilets back there, I bet the queue has gone down now" I replied. "I can't, I'm absolutely bursting and if I tried to get changed and then get back down that muddy track, I don't think I'd make it in time." She had taken on an urgent, commanding tone so I did as she had asked and quickly got dressed. "Right, keep an eye out and let me know if there's anyone coming, is the coast clear?" I stood up and scanned the area around us that was largely deserted, but for a group huddled round a campfire some 50 metres away. "Yep, coast's clear" I replied. With that, she squatted down and began to pee, just a trickle at first, barely audible on the grass, but soon quickening to a forceful torrent that would have been easily heard by anyone awake in the tents immediately next to us. Jess peed at full force for at least 30 seconds, an expression of pure bliss etched across her face the whole time as she let go the many pints of beer she had consumed over the course of the evening. Her stream slowed again to a trickle and eventually stopped. Jess wiped herself, pulled up her underwear and we both climbed back into the tent and were quickly sound asleep. The next day Jess drank noticeably slower and made far more regular bathroom trips, and luckily (for her at least) avoided any more mishaps that weekend. ***** Hope you guys enjoyed, I have one or two other stories involding Jess in predicaments such at this, if anyone would like to hear them please let me know.
  15. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  16. one video I was finding on another platform (but I can't find that one again, maybe that video got deleted somehow)? it was named "heavy delivery", while I think that the uploader also made at least another video (and some others were recommanded, because of being similar to this video). the other video was about reading a story, that shown guy was reading a text, while fake laughter was implemented as sound, also he've lost some pieces of clothes and he seems to be shy about it. the "heavy delivery" guy seems to be the same guy I think, but I can't find his nickname, only that one of this videos were shared on a page named "xnxx". both videos include genitals and peeing, only one guy is visible in each video. the "heavy delivery" guy was carrying a heavy object (similar to a part of a statue?) and the camera seems to represnt the person he's talking to. his shorts got lowered within the video, also his underwear is falling down too, this guy is uncut and peeing a clear stream later, making it look like it's "an accident". one video is entitled "heavy delivery", while I couldn't remember the other video. I couldn't find the nickname of the uploader on the mentioned page. I hope it's okay to party name that page (I don't include a video or the full page-name)? I think there was another platform where I was viewing that video, where also the other video was mentioned there, uploaded by the same user? btw: this user didn't show his face. feet until upper-body were shown within this video and the "heavy delivery" guy wore a white shirt and a party-torn white underwear. he begged to get to the restroom, he's not actually whispering, but quietly talking. I couldn't even find that video very easy, I've favorited it and found it just because of having it mentioned it there with a hint and that guy seems to be max. 30 years old and is talking in english language, no music can be heard in the background. there's another video, where I don't know the title, uploader's nickname or page where I was viewing it. it's about aguy who's studying, the camera is placed under the desk. that guy is desperate to pee and moaning can be heard, no music is playing. he's touching his genitals and wearing a possibly white boxershort. he's sitting onto a chair and trying not to wet himself, I'm not sure if some wetting-scenes are included here, but later the camera is placed in the bathroom instead. his underwear is kinda pee-stained now, while he's aining his (boner or flaccid?) dick into the toilet and the bathroom's door can be seen in this scene. that guy is getting back to the desk, where he wets his underwear again, I think. also possibly peeing in the toilet later again, but this time his pee-stream is more intense. I'm not sure if he's uncut, but I don't think he's talking that much. I'm not sure if his face can be seen in this video, but it's not made by the user of the previous-described videos (I think). all guy's pee-stream could be clear I think, while the latest-described guy seems to be max. 25 years I think. I'm not sure about the latest-described guy's outfit (next to wearing white underwear), but all videos seem to be recorded inside of a room with no other people around, if that detail wil help? if someone of you maybe knows this video and knows the user's nickname, it would be great to find these videos again and especially know if the mentioned page shows the original video or where I was finding the first video was the original user's channel instead. links don't have to be mentioned here, I could look through pages with knowing the 2 video-titles or user's nickname by myself. (just mentioning it, because I can't look for something if I don't know how it's named) I was trying to find these videos, but couldn't locate another page than the mentioned one yet.
  17. Hi again all, It's been a while but I have been trying to find time to write the second chapter about Alice. If you missed it, chapter one is here. Massive thanks for the positive feedback from posters on my previous chapter. Hope you enjoy this one! I don't get much time, but i'll try to follow this up when I can! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice stood on the street, tapping her foot subconsciously as she stared at the building. From the outside, it was nothing special. Just a typical dilapidated old warehouse in East London that had seen a revival in recent years, with investors flooding the area as it became fashionable. 'I should have bought a place here ten years ago, it would have quadrupled in price by now' Alice thought as she stared. She hadn't been sure she would come back to this building. Her past experience here had been completely unexpected and entirely new to her. Although the high salary was extremely appealing, Alice had always thought of herself as rather 'normal', sexually. What happened here the week before had been so far out of her comfort zone that afterwards she had sworn to herself she wouldn't go back. That was five days ago. Since then, there had been very little she was able to think about except for the feeling of utter and complete desperation she had felt, combined with the extremely erotic way she had been touched by another woman. Alice had been more turned on than she could ever remember that afternoon, and she had remained so for the last five days, no matter how many times she told herself to ignore it. Alice had never been one for 'self pleasuring'. She had always seen it as extremely embarassing, even when her friends talked about it. The last five days she had come closer than ever before to giving it a try. She was finding the constant tingling and dampness between her legs almost unbearable. Added to that, every time she needed to pee she had become so uncontrollably aroused that she had to go and pee immediately or her legs would start to go weak as she tried to hold it in. That was exactly what was happening now. Her first day in the Omobar, as a paid member of staff. A very well paid member. Her bladder felt uncomfortable. She would normally have gone to the bathroom an hour before, at least, but she had been told to turn up needing to pee, and here she was. Tapping her foot on the pavement and building up the courage to enter. 'Here we go then' she muttered, and strode across the road, pushing the buzzer. The door swung open after a few minutes and she walked down the stairs. A friendly face greeted her at the elevator. "Hi Alice, welcome back," Sophie said with a smile showing her perfect teeth. She wore a short, figure hugging pink dress which showed off her curves beautifully, her hair falling in ringlets over prominent and poorly concealed breasts. "Thanks!" replied Alice, blushing a little as she took in the gorgeous figure in front of her. 'What is wrong with me at the moment? Everything is turning me on like crazy" she thought to herself angrily. 'Behave like a professional for god's sake' They got into the lift and descended to the floor below. "Changing rooms," smiled Sophie, noticing Alice's questioning glance. She hadn't been to this floor during the last visit. The doors slid open and Alice looked around. It was like a changing room at a fancy gym, except with the notable absence of toilets. She squeezed her thighs together and rose onto tiptoes for a moment. "Need to pee?" Sophie asked "Pretty badly" Alice replied with a weak smile, resuming her leg tapping. "Well the clients should be here in about half an hour, so not too much waiting. Time to get changed! Drink this." Sophie handed her one of the mysterious cocktails she had been served at her interview. "What should I wear?" Alice sipped her cocktail, feeling nervous that the outfits she had brought were not glamorous enough "Everything is here in your locker, don't worry" Sophie replied, with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. "It's just me and you tonight, only two clients. Should be great fun!" Alice surprised herself by feeling slightly disappointed. She realised she had been hoping that Rachel would be there, with her full, wet mouth and probing, soft, sensual fingers... She stopped herself and realised she had been about to touch herself through her skirt just thinking about it. Blushing a deep red she turned around and sat down on a bench, pressing the edge of it into her crotch and wriggling on it to stop her need to pee being quite so severe. "Sorry, I..." She said, red faced. "Don't worry," replied the brunette. "I was the same when I started. Had to make myself cum about 8 times a day for the first month just to calm myself down." She winked slowly at Alice and looked her up and down, which only served to increase Alice's arousal. "Oh, I don't... erm... No, I haven't..." Alice chuckled bashfully, unsure of what to say when faced with such a brazen admission. "Shut up!" Sophie replied with her mouth open. "You haven't touched yourself since last week??" "I've never.. erm... never done that!" Alice muttered under her breath, finishing her cocktail with a slurp. "Shit, girl, you must be going out of your mind. This place is the sexiest place I've ever been, and your interview was one of the sexiest things i've ever seen! How could you stand not cumming after that?!" "It's been... difficult" Sophie looked long and hard at the wriggling girl and after a few moments, said "I've got just the thing for you tonight. Get dressed." Alice stood up with an effort, clenching her pee hole closed, and pulled a dress identical to Sophie's but in black out of the locker. 'What the hell was in the drink??' she thought to herself for the second time that week. She undressed slowly, being careful not to jolt her bladder. Her top and bra came off with her legs crossed, but she had to twist her skirt to unzip it and it put awful pressure on her bladder. "Fuck, not yet!" she moaned, sliding her legs frantically past each other as she buried her hand in her crotch. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood there in black lace panties, hand in her crotch, as she tried to decide the best way to get the dress on without pissing in it before the night had even started. "You are so beautiful" Said Sophie, coming round from behind the lockers. "And damn sexy when you hold yourself. Is it that bad already?" Alice nodded and whimpered. She had drunk a lot of water and two mugs of tea before coming just in case she didn't need to pee enough.It was all hitting her at once now and she collapsed to her knees, sitting on her heel, grinding it into her crotch. Together, they squeezed Alice into the dress. It felt way too tight around her bladder and she didn't dare get up. There was no room for a bra under the dress and Alice was sitting on her heel so there was no way to get the dress past her hips without her standing. "OK, ready?" Said Sophie, who had started to wriggle around herself. "One, two.... three" Alice clenched as hard as she could, stood up, and her hand flew to her crotch. She had gotten so desperate so quickly again, but this time after the last five days of sexual denial, she was also getting uncontrollably horny. This was easily the most desperate she had been since her interview, and it seemed, now, that desperation was directly linked to arousal. Even just with her hand in her crotch, not moving, on the outside of her panties she felt her legs getting weak and her breath becoming shallow, her face reddening. "No, no" Sophie intervened. "Not yet beautiful," Alice was returned to the real world and realised she had her eyes closed and was leaning against the lockers. She looked down at herself, dress hiked up around her hips, hand on her small panties. She blushed again. "Sorry, I... I don't know what..." Sophie stepped over so she was within an inch of Alice's face. Her beautiful perfume and bouncy chestnut hair occupying all of Alice's senses apart from those in her bladder. She leaned in and sensually, softly and fragrantly kissed Alice on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds but to Alice it felt like weeks. She was breathless again and her knees were shaking, half from her desperate attempt to hold her bladder, half from how close she was to orgasm. "Plenty of time for orgasms. Plenty of them." She was still so close Alice could have licked her. "The clients are arriving now and we need to be ready." she whispered in Alice's ear. "Take off your panties" "I can't, I'll piss myself" the poor girl moaned, legs bouncing back and forward. "You can do this" A soft whisper Alice took a deep breath, concentrated with all her strength on holding her pee, and released her hand. "Aaaaaaaaah" screamed the poor tortured girl with the sheer effort of holding her pee hole closed without her hand to help. Her chest was heaving, breasts almost coming out of the small cups that the dress provided. With one swift movement, Sophie bent down, pulled the black panties down to Alice's ankles and replaced Alice's hand with her own, jamming it between the tanned thighs which were pounding up and down, mincing together in a last ditch effort to hold on. "Oh. My. God." Exclaimed Sophie as Alice stood, trembling, her whole body shaking as she fought the wave of pee inside her. "You are unbelievably wet. I have literally never felt anything like this!" Sophie's fingers were sliding aroung between Alice's legs as she writhed, leaning against the lockers. "I... Can't ....Stop" She screamed. She could feel a wave building up inside her. Her whole body was burning, shaking, tingling with the most incredible feeling she could ever imagine. Her toes went numb, followed by her fingers, and still Sophie's hand slid around the soft, slippery wetness between her legs, Alice's bladder felt like it was ready to explode. Pain shot through her stomach and down into her crotch, mixing with the intense pleasure she was getting from Sophie. She writhed and groaned, faster and harder. "I... Seriously..." She breathed "Can't..." With that Alice collapsed against the lockers and Sophie reached around behind her to steady her, pressing into her stomach accidentally. The second she did so, a loud hissing sound burst from between Alice's legs and she screamed, on the very edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. "No! Stop!" Said Sophie urgently, breathing heavily and looking flushed herself. Alice started retreating from the edge of orgasm. "Please, keep touching! Almost... There..." But Sophie had removed her hand and was repeating herself. "Stop!!" With a superhuman effort, Alice pulled all her strength together and cut off the flow of pee. She had peed for about fifteen seconds. Not nearly enough to satisfy her desperate bladder, but enough to enable her stand without holding herself. "Why?" She asked breathlessly, chest heaving and feeling slowly returning to her toes. "You have to be desperate for the clients," replied Sophie with a wink. "But I need to..." Alice was returning to herself now. Still desperate to pee, still desperate for an orgasm, but still bashful. She admonished herself for almost saying 'cum' infront of someone else! She hastily pulled her dress down to cover her still dripping vagina, noticing the fluid coating the inside of her thighs. "Like I say, plenty of time," Sophie smiled mischeviously. She pulled out a strange looking device that looked like a three pronged rubber fork but with the three prongs arranged in a triangle and the handle missing. "This is for you". Sophie stepped towards Alice again and slowly pulled up her dress, once again revealing her neatly trimmed hair and shining wet crotch. Alice was wriggling a little with desperation but she allowed Alice to guide the rubber fork into her pussy. One prong reached inside her, pressing gently on the inside of her, right against her g-spot. Alice gasped sharply as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. 'Another woman is putting something inside me!' her mind shouted, almost as loud as her bladder was shouting. The second and third prongs reached outside, one on either side of her enlarged clitoris which was slippery and begging to be touched. The prongs brushed it slightly and Alice shuddered with pleasure, almost losing control of her bladder again. "Shit!" she shouted instinctively, and her hand shot to her crotch. To her surprise, the little toy was so well fitted to her that she could barely feel it, even with her hand against her naked crotch. She bounced up and down on the spot a little, regaining composure. "There, that should do it" Said Sophie with a smile. "What is that thing??" "A vibrator," Alice blushed, yet again. "I've never... used..." "Then you're in for a treat," replied Sophie. "Because I've got the controller for yours and now..." she reached down to Alice's crotch and did something Alice couldn't see. "You've got the controller for mine. "Watch" Sophie pulled her skirt up, revealing neatly trimmed hair that was just long enough to curl. She put her hand into her crotch, as if to stop herself peeing. It was, quite simply, the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen. As soon as Sophie touched her crotch, an incredible thing started happening to Alice. All at once, she felt like she was about to burst with pee, her clit was shooting fireworks into her body she screamed in pleasure. Sophie took her hand away. "You can't be that obvious!" she said, chuckling. "We're not really supposed to use these, but because they're so small nobody ever notices. But they will if you have a screaming orgasm every time I hold myself! I'll be doing that a lot tonight!" Alice could see stars. She felt like her world had just exploded with pleasure. "I thought I was going to pee right then!" "That's the g-spot, it'll do that to you," Sophie grinned. "Come on, we're late, and I am bursting for a pee. Let's get this show started." The two girls straightened themselved up and, wriggling and bending over slightly at the waist, they got back in the elevator... ...To be continued
  18. (This is a newly written story which I’ve shared elsewhere too. Jonah Falcon is an American actor, perhaps best known for owning the world’s biggest functioning penis. Nine and a half inches long flaccid and thirteen and a half fully erect, with a girth of some eight inches, it is an impressive organ. Since coming to public attention in a big way in 1999, Jonah has undertaken numerous radio, television and online magazine interviews. Those interviews have, for entirely understandable reasons, focused in large measure on his sexual prowess and the challenges as well as opportunities which go with having a large penis in the bedroom. To the best of my knowledge Jonah has shared little of the urological implications of having such a large penis beyond the fact that he doesn’t use urinals and sits to pee when he has to. That is his right and prerogative. It has a flip side though to the extent that those who have an interest in the urological side will, in the absence of authoritative information, join up the dots in whatever way stacks up or makes sense to them. What follows is entirely a work of fiction although it contains some elements which have a basis in fact (no prizes for spotting them) a great deal of conjecture and a splash or two of ‘make believe.’ At present I don’t know whether or not any sequels will follow, but I hope you enjoy it.) Jonah Falcon jumped into the shower and, as soon as the water hit him, he began peeing, lashings of rich, copper coloured pee pouring out of his huge, thick cock, foaming as it hit the cubicle floor and mingling with shower water and the soapy lather generated by the gel as he generously rubbed himself with it. Ah what blessed relief it was too! That sheer relief was well justified because the last time he’d emptied his bladder had been eleven hours earlier, some three hours before adjourning to bed. Unlike the miserable, dutiful wees taken by a million or two other New Yorkers at this time of the morning for no better reason than that they didn’t want to get taken short on the Metro or in some broken office elevator, he was doing it simply because he needed and wanted to. Gradually the torrent pouring out of his penis subsided to a trickle and eventually stopped. It had been two minutes of utter bliss and he was sorry once it finally came to an end. Finishing his shower off, Jonah stepped out of the cubicle and towelled off. This morning he was in a reflective mood and, as he reached for his T-shirt and spandex pants, Jonah considered just how lucky he was to be a young, single man, free to pee as and when he wanted. Jonah’s rather chaotic upbringing meant that he’d missed out on the sort of systematic toilet training that was the lot, one could almost say the misfortune, of many people. No one had ever insisted that he go pee last thing before bed at night or first thing in the morning and he’d never been punished or scolded for a wet bed. As for the question of peeing before long journeys, it had always been left for him to decide. If he wanted to go he did, if he didn’t he didn’t. This carefree approach wasn’t without its hazards and, even now at twenty, there might be the very occasional pair of soaked pants or wet bed, but such incidents were certainly not frequent – or at the very least rare enough to cause him no great concern. Always a bit pee shy in public and certainly never one for urinals, Jonah had rather developed a habit of holding it. Living in New York maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing as genuine public bathrooms, that is ones not attached to bars, eateries or bookshops, were few and far between. Of the ones that existed, some were so bad that he regarded holding it as infinitely preferable to using them. If it would have done his employment prospects any good, Jonah could quite truthfully have put on his CV that he’d never needed a hall pass and, in fact, never even gone to the toilet at High School. Instead, he’d hold it all day, even on those cold winter mornings which challenged most people’s bladders. On more occasions than a few he was acutely aware of the chill air as it blew through his shorts on the games field, mercilessly tormenting both penis and bladder. Back home for three, he’d often still not pee until four or five. After all, a growing young man had other things to do with his penis during that first hour or two of afternoon leisure in his bedroom. Even when he stayed on to play basketball he’d change and go out to play without peeing, still making it through the game and somehow just lasting until he got home. Leon, his friend and a fellow basketball player, also frequently played on a full bladder but often wasn’t so lucky, soaking his shorts uncontrollably more times than a few. Things came to a head for Jonah when he was 18 and in his last year at school. One day some so called ‘mates’ bet him that he couldn’t drink four bottles of Diet Coke (2 litres in total) during the lunch recess and make it through the afternoon without peeing. In the event he had the last laugh, manfully holding all afternoon whilst they frantically dashed for the bathrooms between lessons. On that particular afternoon he did make a dash for the bathroom as soon as he got home, hot pee spurting into his pants before he could get them down. By the time he left school, Jonah’s holding abilities although not widely known, were certainly noticed by some, Jonah regretfully noting that they tended to be people who took what he regarded as a ‘dirty’ interest in such things. At that stage he was getting noticed far more widely, less for his pee holding abilities than the size of his cock which was considerable and produced a pronounced bulge in his pants wherever he went. In fact, the temptation to go out in pants which were a size or so too small for him, was sometimes more than he could resist. A further additional but unintended consequence of wearing flyless pants a size or two too small was that they meant bathroom visits were an even greater hassle than would otherwise be the case, so they incentivised pee holding even more. Girls naturally took an interest in him, although it was obvious that more often than not his cock was the main attraction. There were a few short relationships, some sex – some better than others, and some casual stands. Some girls were quite up for having a cock his size in their pussies. Others, initially enthusiastic, lost their enthusiasm as soon as he dropped his pants and they saw just how big it was. One girlfriend, Susan, had absolutely no fear of his cock and was more than up for it. What she did fear, though, was his bladder. It came as something of a shock to Jonah when she demanded that he had to pee before getting into bed with her. Being told he ‘had’ to pee was unchartered territory for Jonah and he resented it, particularly as he didn’t need to go at the time. His pleas of “But I don’t need to go” and “But I only went two hours ago” fell on deaf ears. Susan was quite implacable. Standing in Susan’s bathroom that first evening, Jonah felt an overwhelming sense of despair and gloom. He neither wanted nor needed to use the toilet. It was ten o’clock at night. Why the fuck would he want to pee at such an hour? Standing, in the vain hope of making some audible noise, he’d be lucky to pass a dessertspoonful of urine. Sitting, his preferred – indeed normal - posture and the one acknowledged by medical experts to be most efficient for emptying the male bladder, it might stretch to a tablespoonful – 15ml or so. With a urethra as long as his, and bladder so well practised at holding, neither was worth the effort. Frustrated by the sheer futility of attempting to give Susan the peace of mind she craved, Jonah spotted a plastic tumbler lurking behind the sink. Filling it as quietly as he could from the hot tap, Jonah them emptied the warm water slowly into the toilet to imitate a peeing sound, taking care to hold his cock so that the tip of his penis, particularly the meatus/ pee hole area was thoroughly soaked. Carefully replacing the beaker, Jonah flushed the toilet and washed his hands. As he climbed into bed with Susan, the end of his penis still wet with the warm water, he felt a quiet sense of satisfaction. He repeated this exercise every night he slept with Susan over the next four weeks. So far as she was concerned he’d done the wee she wanted him to and he got the sex he wanted too. It was only a small deceit and the wetness at the end of his penis each night surely convinced her that he’d peed. Doing a pretend wee in exchange for real sex, he felt that he’d really got the better side of the bargain. One night he went into the bathroom and there was no tumbler. Still convinced he could pull it off, Jonah quietly wet the end of his penis with warm water, taking the same meticulous care as usual, flushed the toilet and washed his hands. As he walked into the bedroom the wetness at the end of his penis glistened in the light. Susan peered up at him from above the duvet, a slightly accusing look in her eyes. “Jonah, you haven’t peed, have you? I didn’t hear you pee for a start.” Put on the spot, Jonah blushed slightly, but hoped he could somehow still get away with his little bit of play acting. “Yes, I have Susan, look. If you don’t believe me have a feel.” Susan reached out and felt the end of his cock. “That’s not pee. Jonah, as well you know. It’s water.” “Well there’s water in the bathroom – rather a lot of it in fact. Maybe it got splashed a bit when I was washing.” Susan’s patience all but deserted her. “Stop digging, Jonah. You were rumbled a fortnight ago. The bathroom door has got a keyhole you know. Very clever that trick with the tumbler. I decided to let you have the benefit of the doubt before removing it and see if you’d still try to trick me into believing you’d peed.” Jonah held his face in his hands. His little game, innocent enough and designed to meet both their needs, was up. “Look I’m really, really sorry, Susan. You’ve every right to be angry but I didn’t set out to deceive you for the sake of it. Look, I’ll tell it as it is. Nowadays, depending on what I’m doing I get to pee sometime between five and seven in an evening, by which time I’ve held for ten to twelve hours. I meet you at eight when you finish work and we get something to eat. We’re back here for nine thirty and you want to fuck at ten. There’s no way I can pee a meaningful amount so soon after the last one.” Susan gave him a hard look. “Most men can.” Jonah found himself on the defensive. “Well I’m not most men. Most men can’t hold the way I do. Look, if you want proof, here it is.” Jonah pointed his penis at Susan and strained. A teaspoon full of pee flew out of his penis and landed on the duvet before a second hit Susan in the right eye. “Oi. Stop that!” “Well you wanted proof and now you’ve got it. That’s how much pee you’ll get out of me three hours after I’ve been.” Susan wiped the pee out of her eye. “Okay Jonah. Point taken. Look you can have one last fuck tonight having proved you can pee after all. I think we should go our separate ways tomorrow though. Look, it’s not your fault, it’s me. I need a guy who can pee properly before sex.” “Why? If a guy’s hard he’s not going to piss in you.” Susan shook her head. “Jonah, you’ve not been around as long as I have. Take it from a woman – an older woman – that some of them can and do. I just need that bit of reassurance and if that means getting him to drain his main vein before business that’s the way it has to be. Look, come here. I’m not really cross – just disappointed. You’re a bloody good actor though. Why don’t you enrol at drama school?” Returning to the present, Jonah made his way into the kitchen and poured himself a large mug of milky coffee. It was a two-pint mug, one a friend had given him for Christmas. It was six months since he’d finished with Susan but he’d taken her advice and enrolled at drama school. It wasn’t so bad either. There were plenty of fit birds there and his package gained him a fair bit of attention. He’d always been interested in acting but Susan’s words had given him the final push he’d wanted. Furthermore, this afternoon they were doing some filming which included a pee scene and he’d been picked on, he guessed on account of his cock, to play the part of the guy who peed. He’d never peed for the camera before and hoped it would not only be a first but a last. No doubt there would be countless retakes with the director endlessly shouting “Cut.” Finishing his coffee, Jonah filled his water bottle and put it in his rucksack. Water was great for maintaining hydration but it was pretty useless as a diuretic – at least in his experience. No doubt he’d have an extra-large Starbucks at lunchtime and pick up a few cans of that new energy drink. He wanted to perform on cue, after all. THE END
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  20. 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.
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  22. 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
  23. its been a while since ive posted I know but thought id bring you this. its my favourite video of all time. was removed from the only site it was on years ago and found it today buried in the back of my folders !!!ENJOY!!! tights.m4v
  24. 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
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    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...