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  1. Just stumbled across this twitter account. She has some really hot leaking videos https://twitter.com/prettywetgirl
  2. Leaking Leanna Leanna rubbed her tummy as she sat on the bus to hospital. Martin had the car today, as he did most days. ‘That’s another thing that might change later this year’, she thought as the bus crept through the morning traffic making her feel a little nauseous. Hormones were causing havoc already in her body and excitement wasn’t helping. Leanna sucked another mint and sipped more water. She still had another 20 minutes before she would reach the hospital but thankfully she had left in plenty time. ‘Leanna Harp here for my first scan.’ ‘Yes that’s great. Have you had your litre of water? There a jug and cups right over there if you feel you can still manage more. Please take a seat and you’ll be called through shortly.’ Leanna took a seat with her back to the reception and crossed her legs. She’s definitely had at least a litre of water and she could really feel it in her bloated tummy. She rubbed it again looking forward to the first glimpse of her precious child. ‘If only Martin could have been here’ she thought. Just then Martin texted. Leanna read it and replied crossing her legs the opposite way as she did so. She couldn’t get comfortable as her clothes felt tight and her lower belly swollen. She snapped a picture of her lower belly and sent it to Martin with the text: ‘if this is how I look at 12 weeks I’ll be a whale by the time I reach 40! Mind you there’s a TON of water in there too!’ Martin replied immediately in his usual complimentary way, with a little hint of a tease too. ‘You look very beautiful with a baby belly...even more beautiful than you were this morning. But I can’t help wondering what’s bigger right now...our baby or your bladder!’ Leanna smiled. Martin always had liked boasting of her bladder and he’d more than once tried to fill it to its absolute capacity playfully teasing her to keep on holding until they were away from company. Leanna always loved the effects that seemed to have on Martin and she wondered about mentioning even now how much she wanted to wee. Her friends had hinted that pregnancy hormones often suppressed libido but so far it had only served to boost Leanna’s as her growing breasts, increasing curves and moist vagina made her long for Martin in ways she had never experienced. Even sitting in a hospital clinic waiting room with a very full bladder she could sense her nipples hardening and her pelvis twinging just reading her lovers texts! Maybe it was for the best Martin had to work after all or Leanna would never have got back to work herself! ‘Leanna Harp please’ Leanna stood up feeling the weight of the water immediately in her bladder. She clenched her muscles as she’d done many times before and followed the radiographer into the room. He patted the bed and Leanna climbed up, swinging her legs as she did so. She tried getting comfortable and shuffled around a little until she concluded that getting comfortable whilst really needing the toilet probably wasn’t going to happen. ‘Can you confirm your date of birth please?’ ‘And could you tell me the date of your last period?’ ‘And finally can you confirm that your bladder is full?’ ‘Oh it’s most definitely full sir. I last went to the toilet three hours ago and I’ve been steadily drinking every since.’ ‘Perfect mam’ Leanna couldn’t help but hear Martin as the radiographer started squeezing cold gel onto a prong. Martin often asked her if her bladder was full when they were having fun together and even when she always said it was he would playfully give it a little press and buy her or pour her another drink. She ought to have realised long before they got together when they first met at a party at a mutual friend’s house warming and Martin’s eyes lit up as a tipsy Leanna in shorts and nylon tights and a skimpy top pee danced outside the only toilet moaning how bursting she was. Martin often told her how hooked he was from that moment on and how long it took him to find out her name and get her number and muster the courage to text. He’d have loved to have been here with her now not just to see their baby for the very first time but to see his new wife biting her lip as she held her sphincter muscles closed as tightly as she could. Leanna, lost in thought, jumped as the cold gel touched her abdomen. ‘Oh Jesus! I think I just dribbled!’ Unnerved by this ‘announcement’ the radiographer pressed firmly with his scope. ‘Oh....do you need to press that hard? I really do need the ladies and that isn’t helping!’ ‘I know mam. I’m sorry but I’ll be as quick as I can. Do try and not leak too much as the fuller your bladder the more your womb is pushed forwards and at this early stage of pregnancy we get a far better picture the further forwards your womb is.’ Leanna grimaced as the scope pressed and pushed against her bladder feeling her underwear moisten between her legs, the warmth and wetness making her urethra pound and throb. She distracted herself by focussing on the black and white screen to her side as she anxiously longed to see her baby appear. At first she couldn’t make out anything but she could hear a sloshing noise and lines across the screen but faintly in the distance she could hear a sort of light beat as her heart tingled. ‘What’s that noise? That drum beat thing? Is that what I think it is?’ The radiographer pressed a knob on the machine and smiled broadly whilst continuing to press the probe against Leanna. ‘That’s your baby’s heart beat you can hear.’ He then turned the screen away from Leanna as he moved the probe left and right, up and down all the time pressing firmly into Leanna’s bladder and womb. ‘Is...is everything ok?’ ‘Mam if you would excuse me a moment please. I just need to check something with my colleague first. There is a strong heart beat so please don’t worry. It’s just for my monitoring purposes really. I’ll be right back.’ He turned the monitor off and took the probe off of Leanna’s body. Leanna squirmed and tried to sit up. Tears came easily, but as she moved she also felt another drop or two leak from her urethra. Instinctively she grabbed herself and fidgeted. ‘Could I possibly use the toilet now? I really really need to go.‘ ‘My colleague will be right back mam and in order for us to see the images properly we really do need your bladder this full. If you could just hang on for another few minutes and I’ll be right back. Please don’t get too upset. It’s just procedure mam.’ Leanna bent forward on the bed and pressed her hand between her legs. She’d deliberately put on a flowing skirt which had been pulled up to past her belly button and she scrunched the material up tightly and pressed hard against her throbbing vagina as the radiographer quietly left the room to the sound of her moans and rocking. Leanna text Martin right away: ‘In room and scan started. Heard strong heartbeat but radiographer now gone to get a colleague to come back. I’m scared something is wrong but I’m also terrified I am going to piss all over this bed if they don’t come quick. I can’t stop holding myself I have to pee so so badly. I really wish you were here!’ Martine replied immediately: ‘I wish I was with you too honey. It will be ok. A strong heartbeat is reassuring sweetheart. Are you honestly that desperate babe?’ Leanna snapped a photo of her hand between her legs and sent it to Martin. ‘Yes I’m VERY desperate. I can feel my knickers wet through my hand.’ ‘You are one sexy woman! But seriously honey you can do this. It WILL be ok. I am being called into a meeting sorry! I love you so much and it WILL be ok. Our baby is strong. I just know it. See you soon and keep holding on. Love you xxx’ Leanna wiped her face as she knelt on the bed, rocking with her hand rubbing herself through her knickers. It was the only way she could prevent herself having an accident as she waited longingly for the radiographer to return. She wanted to pee so so badly but she wanted to, no she NEEDED to, know her baby was ok. If that meant having to keep her bladder at bay she had no choice but to wait. Despite the grabbing, rocking, stroking and squirming Leanna gulped as a spurt burst past her urethra and ran into her already wet knickers. She pressed a second hand between her legs as she knelt on the bed with both legs behind her, pressing and stroking for all she was worth. ‘Gotta hold. Gotta hold. Jesus do I HAVE to pee! Hurry up please. I can barely hold this!’ Another dribble escaped and in utter desperation Leanna grabbed the pillow that her head had been on and pressed it tightly between her legs. Straddling the pillow she rocked back and forth with her legs either side of the bed willing her body to not release. Her face red, her underwear increasingly wet and her legs tense and jittery she leaned forwards on the bed pressing her hands flat on the bed as she rode the pillow exactly as she rode her husband, often in the same state of urgent desperation as she found herself in currently. With her head down and the noise of her own heart beating fast as she rocked the pillow intensely Leanna failed to hear or see the radiographers return. All she was focussed on was stopping herself from releasing and letting go as the pillow dampened between her legs. ‘I think we’ll need to do this quickly don’t you? ‘Absolutely. Are there towels anywhere at all. I think we’ll need them for this one.’ Startled by the voices Leanna froze and looked up. Her voice horse and anxious she tried excusing herself feebly. ‘I...em...I’m trying my best to hold sir. It’s...really...urgent you see. Please PLEASE can I go to the....’ ‘I understand mam. Let’s get this done for you and then let you visit that toilet. I can see you appear to be somewhat bursting there. My colleague is just setting it all up now. Can you lie back if possible for us? Thank you mam.’ ‘I’ll....Jesus I’ll try but it’s...’ Leanne laid back with a hand tightly gripping still between her legs, her back arched and her body tensed. The first radiographer squeezed more gel onto the probe as he sat on a wheeled stood. His colleague pulled another stool the other side as he slipped two towels under Leanna’s bottom and between her legs and gently pressed her arched back down onto the bed and carefully removed her hand. With his other hand he gently wiped a tear from Leanna’s face and stroked her forehead. ‘Try and relax. This will be over in just a few minutes and then we will print off some beautiful images for you to treasure.’ As the cold probe pressed once more into her abdomen Leanna shook, bit her lip hard and clenched her face trying to keep her urethra closed. She quietly sobbed. ‘Is...is everything ok? I’m so sorry..I’m leaking!’ The second radiographer looked down between Leanna’s legs and watched as drops formed on the wet crotch of her knickers and seeped into the towel which was on the already damp pillow. ‘We’re ok. It’s just urine. I’m not surprised looking at how full she is on the screen. You can hear it sloshing around and see how stretched her bladder is. Look Mrs Harp there’s your baby! You can see the head, the body nice and clear and the legs curled and kicking.’ Leanna beamed and tried to relax but this caused a spurt to shoot out and in the silence of wonder at the picture all three clearly heard the ‘sssssss’ and watched as the urine shot from Leanna’s underpants to the towel. ‘S....sorry. Pppp....please can I go to the toilet....please!’ As if they hadn’t heard her pleas, the radiographer moved the probe pressing a little more to the right than before. Lianna continued to bite her lip and squirm as even her fists clenched to try and hold back her bladder. ‘Yes I can see what you mean now. You were right to call me in for this.’ Leanna couldn’t bear it as the probe moved again pressing against her more than she could bare. Another loud hiss escaped as the second radiographer again checked between Leanna’s legs. ‘I think our time is about up. Can you print those pics? She’s leaking very badly now.’ ‘I just need a few more seconds. Don’t let her release yet. Do whatever you need to do. I know she’s going to want to see this.’ The radiographer who wasn’t scanning rolled the towel firmly and pressed hard against Leanna’s crotch. ‘Please Mrs Hart. Just hold on for a few more seconds. I’m doing everything I can this end to help you.’ ‘I....I can....’ ‘I’ve got it! Well done!’ ‘I can’t! I can’t hold this! Jesus it’s coming!’ With the towel still pressed tightly against her by the radiographer Leanna pushed against it with all her might as the leaking became a spurt which became a loud strong hiss. As his grip loosened the radiographer allowed the towel to move slowly away and rest on top of the pillow on the bed as urine continued to pour through Leanna’s knickers. She arched her back and moaned audibly as warm liquid arched up and then down drenching the towel completely. All the radiographers could do was stare in silence as time froze and Leanna burst... For a moment the only noise was that of sheer release and pouring liquid as Leanna pissed for all she was worth on the scanning bed in the hospital clinic. ‘Mrs Hard we are delighted to tell you that you have TWO healthy thriving foetuses both with very strong heart beats in two separate embryos. We’ll just get those photos printed for you now.’ ‘And by the way you also have the most incredible bladder too as that has to be the longest, strongest pee I have ever seen in my life. I think it’s safe to say you really WERE bursting!’ ‘I wish my husband had been here!’ ‘I’m quite sure he wishes he’d been here too man. I know I’m very glad I was here myself. Congratulations mam. You’ll probably be asked to come back in around four weeks.’ ‘There’s some hospital underwear here if you would like to change. The bathroom is right over to your right there.’ ‘Do I need to drink so much water next time too?’ ‘Well mam it would be amazing if you could please. Very amazing indeed.’
  3. When I meet new people or I am in any sort of formal situation I am often reserved and quiet as I try to sus people out. Recently I was invited to a support group for people in a similar position to me. There were about 12 of us there with lots of tea, coffee, water and juice and biscuits on the table. The meeting went on for a couple of hours as the person who arranged it wanted to get to know everyone and see if similar meetings would work. As time went on my bladder was really filling and I was discreetly leaning forwards more, crossing my ankles under my chair and moving a little more on my seat. I could see others were doing similar especially into the second hour. It was obvious that I wasn’t the only one getting rather bursting for the toilet, both male and female. What I found interesting and fascinating (and amusing) was that no-one wanted to be first to excuse themselves despite the fact we all probably needed to go by the end. When the meeting did end I seem to recall that everyone made their way to the toilets and I overheard both men and woman commenting on how badly they needed to go, which I was myself. Yet I just couldn’t seem to muster the courage to be the first to say! Is anyone else like this?
  4. 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!
  5. I’ve done many holds before where I’ve drunk lots of liquid and tried to hold it in and I find that when I’ve got an empty stomach I last longer or have a higher capacity than when I’ve eaten recently. Does anyone else have this experience? My theory is that maybe the stomach squeezes the bladder when it’s full, reducing the capacity somewhat as there’s less space to expand into.
  6. Moaning Moses Moses refreshed him emails yet again almost crying with relief to see what he had been waiting for: In the midst of a global epidemic his home country were coming to his rescue. He had a place on the final repatriation flight to Manchester and he was flying that night. Moses read and reread the email, his small case already packed in preparation. He’d been over on an extended break visiting his cousin and supporting him in setting up his new business but when the town, then city then pretty much the whole of Greece became engulfed in the outbreak of SD1 Moses had started to panic that he’d never get home. Hundreds were ill and thousands being tested daily and Moses didn’t want to be among them. Nervous, but grateful, his only way to get to the airport that night was taxi as public transport had been halted in a bid to contain the spread of the virus. The airport felt eerily quiet with just one flight leaving and the only staff wearing masks and gloves. In addition every passenger had their temperature taken and their blood pressure and heart rate noted before being approved to board. Finally Moses was shown to his window seat for the five hour flight to the U.K. He safely stowed his bag in the overhead compartment and had just closed it over when he was joined by a couple and their young baby who occupied the seats beside him. With no other flights landing or taking off the special government paid flight was taxiing down the run way and taking off in no time at all. Moses made himself comfortable and was grateful for the on board refreshments accepting a cup of tea then a bottle of water and a oat bar before dosing to sleep. A couple of hours later Moses woke feeling a twinge in his bladder. The seatbelt light was off though he still had his on and he decided he’d head to the toilet. The plane lights had been dimmed but even in the low lighting Moses quickly made out that the couple beside him were both sleeping with the young baby asleep in the mother’s arms. Moses stood up as much as he could but it was obvious he wouldn’t be able to squeeze past without waking all three. He wasn’t desperate so decided to wait and see if they woke soon. In the meantime he tried dosing again and looking out the window. Three hours into the flight and both passengers bedside him were in a deep sleep, snoring and open mouthed beside him. Moses crossed his legs and shifted in his seat, his bladder more persistent in its pressure now. By his calculations there was just an hour and a half left of the flight so surely they would wake soon and as long as he could go before landing he should be ok. He hoped so anyway. At least with both of the couple asleep and the lights dimmed no-one could see him giving himself a squeeze and a longer hold now and again. Still he tried to take his mind off things and opened his phone to play a game for a while and listen to some music. Moses couldn’t fully relax though as time continued on and he remained stuffed by the window with no way out. Several times he thought about waking the couple beside him and had they not had a young baby he probably would have. He was uncomfortable and could feel his bladder hard against his waistband. Checking no-one could see he unclipped his trousers and gave himself yet another squeeze. This was turning out to be one of the longest flights he’d ever been on. Moses shuffled in his seat unable to sit in one position for long. He really needed to relieve his bladder and in all his moving he accidentally stirred the baby sleeping in his mother’s arms beside him. The baby began kicking and whining waking its mum and although embarrassed about waking them Moses at last thought he might get to use the toilet. Alas an announcement from the captain and the seatbelt lights coming on prevented him yet again. As the plane was beginning it’s decent low cloud was causing some turbulence and as a precaution the captain was asking passengers to remain seated with the seat belts fastened until they landed safely in Manchester. On arrival, he reminded them, they would be escorted through the airport by staff and into awaiting coaches where they would be taken to university accommodation which was being used as isolation accommodation for their 14 days isolation to prevent for their spread of the SD1 virus under health guidelines issued by the government. Moses sighed audibly and noticed both of the couple now look at him as the announcement had woken them up. With his hands resting over the top of his crossed leg Moses didn’t feel able to say what was wrong and instead muttered something about needing to stretch his legs. The male smiled back and replied that they would be landing soon and they too would be glad to have room to move, especially with a baby. Moses wanted to cry as he turned and looked out the small plane window. His bladder throbbed for release and he bounced his knee trying to distract both his mind and body. He was warm from the effort of holding and stressed at yet another hold up. At least the plane was coming in to land and he hoped he could hold off pissing at least until he was in the airport. He had to go so so badly he rubbed his aching bladder and shifted again in his seat. Finally Moses could see the tops of houses, tress and tiny cars. He just needed to tighten his muscles a little bit more and he would get to pee soon. Just the thought sent another wave and Moses had to lean forward and press a hand between his legs to prevent himself from spurting. Moses bit his lip and clenched his teeth whilst continuing to hold himself. He turned his body to face the window and slip his hand inside his open trousers, rubbing his aching penis and squirming in his seat. ‘You ok there?’ ‘Emmm. Yeah. Sort of. Cramp...’ ‘Nearly landing now.’ Moses wasn’t sure he’d make it. He was positively bursting for the toilet and had been holding off for hours. This was starting to hurt but with little choice but to hold he squirmed more as another wave surged through his body. The houses were bigger now, as were trees and vehicles and even roads. Landing at last. Moses suddenly realised he still had his trousers undone so he did his best to hook them back up. He breathed in and shuffled in his seat but it was no good, his bladder was far too enlarged for his trousers to close. He pulled his shirt out instead, hoping his trousers would at least stay up as he disembarked the plane. Finally the wheels of the plane pulled down and the plane landed on the ground. Moses grabbed himself as anticipation escalated his need and a few drops escaped into his boxers. This would be touch and go. Much to his relief the plane taxied to a hold and the engine was turned off. The baby next to him was restless and grisly adding to Moses stress. At least it distracted his parents though which meant they hadn’t noticed how harassed and sweaty he was and how he still grasped at his privates trying desperately to hold off from pissing. Much to Moses relief the couple gathered their belongings quickly and filled into the aisle ready to get off the plane. Still he hadn’t made it to the aisle yet or managed to get his luggage as he squirmed and moaned in desperation. As the aisle very slowly moved Moses finally made it to the aisle where he paced on the spot frantically as he reached up for his suitcase. Spotted by an air hostess due to his excessive sweating Moses was tapped on the shoulders. ‘Sir, are you feeling ok? You seem very hot and stressed?’ Moses looked at the immaculate air hostess, dressed smartly and looking beautiful and he just couldn’t find the words to admit his need. ‘Just keen too get off mam. It’s seemed a long flight and I’m tired.’ ‘No problem. There will be staff meeting you as you arrive at the airport sir but if your temperature is high you will most likely be taken to hospital. Are you sure you are ok?” The last place Moses wanted was hospital. A urinal, or even a toilet he absolutely would give anything for, but hospital wasn’t what he wanted in any way. Grabbing his case he almost ran off the plane and down the steps conscious he was dribbling urine drop by drop into his underwear. As he opened the door of the airport Moses quickly scanned for the gents but was horrified to find the entire airport closed and sealed except one are to exit. Staff in medical masks lined the way out towards a waiting coach as each passenger was pulled aside for some medical checks before being allowed on the coach. Waiting ambulances nearby clearly there to take those who showed any sign of illness straight to hospital. Moses clenched as tightly as he could willing his trousers to stay up. He’d only taken a few steps when he was pulled aside to be checked by a nurse. Moses places his bag on the ground and danced from foot to foot. Out if the corner of his eye he could see the toilets but couldn’t get to them as safety seals prevented him. The nurse put a band around his arm and asked him to stand still. Moses couldn’t despite openly now holding himself. As the band filled with air to take his blood pressure he could feel his face redden as another dribble leaked. ‘His blood pressure is raised’ A clip was placed on his finger as Moses bent forward clenching his penis. A minute later the nurse commented again. ‘Pulse is very fast too’ Finally a thermometer was placed in Moses ear as Moses moaned and pee danced despite being asked to stay still. ‘Temperature raised too. Can I have a paramedic to this one please’ Tears formed in Moses eyes as two paramedics approached. He crossed his legs and clenched tightly longing to say how badly he needed to piss but somehow unable to. ‘Sir are you feeling ok? Can you come this way please and have a seat in the ambulance. We just want to check you are ok.’ Moses found himself being escorted just a few feet away to an ambulance where he was taken into the back and the doors closed. Moses sat on the seat, squirming openly. Deeply embarrassed but just seconds away from pissing himself he wiggled in the chair for dear life. ‘I don’t have the damn virus. Honestly! I just have to fucking piss! Seriously I’m pissing myself here...’ With no hesitation at all one of the paramedics grabbed a sick bowl and handed it quickly to Moses who pulled his dribbling aching dick out and immediately let loose a long hard stream into the bowl. The urine fizzed and frothed as it swirled in the fast filling cardboard bowl and within 30 seconds Moses could see it wouldn’t contain all his bladder needed to empty. The paramedic gazed in amazement as he handed Moses a second bowl and he filled that one too, handing the full one to the paramedic in exchange. Finally Moses finished and breathed a loud sigh of relief. ‘Fuck I needed that!’ ‘It sure looked like it mate! Was there no toilet on the plane?’ Moses preceded to tell the story of how he had been bursting for hours whilst the crew took him to a pre arranged hospital where he stayed for 24 hours before being taken to the university campus to finish his 14 day incubation period. He didn’t catch SD1 and neither did he catch all his pee in time as he later discovered at the hospital when he next went to pee and found just how wet his underwear was. At least he was in his home country though and back with his family who never did find out how dramatic his repatriation flight home had been.
  7. I remember i used to have a video of a really fit looking girl in a green tank top and jean shorts holding her pee. I no longer have this video, and if anyone has this video i would appreciate it if they uploaded it here.
  8. I used to be so so embarrassed to tell anyone I needed to pee. Even to the point if I was asked if I needed the bathroom I would always deny it! Heres a few examples: in high school I detested the bathrooms as they were full of smokers. One afternoon in class towards the end of the day I was bursting but trying hard to hide it. I crossed my legs, bounced my knees, wriggled about and tightened my muscles. I must have not been hiding it that well as the girl beside me eventually asked quietly if I needed to go to the toilet but I just went red with embarrassment and shook my head despite almost wetting myself. I couldn’t have managed the 20 minute walk home so the minute the bell rang I walked quickly to the bathrooms despite how much I hated them. During my studies at university I had to go on placement. To begin with this was days and days of observation and I could never muster the courage to ask where the bathrooms were unless I was actually shown. I always took a packed lunch with me. One placement I left the halls of residence early and drive to the placement. I had to wait for the person I was observing at the front desk then she took me to her office where she gave me a mug of tea then I had to shadow her all day. At lunch time I was lead to a staff room but couldn’t see any bathrooms. By the afternoon I was so uncomfortable and finding it so hard to stay still. Another student was observing another person but at one point we were together and he noticed me fidgeting and whispered ‘the toilets are to the right near the office’ but I looked back at him shocked and whispered back ‘i’m Just cold and tired but thanks’. I swallowed m6 pride and found them at 5pm but not before I had leaked in my knickers! And a very recent one. I had to attend a very long business meeting one afternoon. The agenda was long and complex but as I was an active part in it I had to sit through the full meeting. I’d had tea with my lunch before going and more tea and water during the meeting and by three quarters through I genuinely thought I would have a huge accident I was so desperate! I was sweating and distracted and the person chairing the meeting must have thought i looked ill or stressed or maybe it was blatantly obvious I was bursting for the loo. He looked right at me and in front of the whole meeting room said ‘if anyone needs to take a short break I don’t mind.’ I was mortified but shook my head and said quietly ‘’m fine to continue if everyone else is’ despite feeling droplets of urine at the tip of my urethra dripping into my underwear! The feeling of finally peeing that day was only intensified by another woman from the same meeting peeing loudly in the stall next to me and commenting brazenly ‘oh my God i was seconds from peeing myself if that meeting hadn’t stopped!’ I had unfortunately been so blinkered by my own extreme need I hadn’t even noticed any signs that this woman had been bursting too! So have you ever been bursting but denied it if someone asked?
  9. My daily sweep on PH paid off again (Is that weird?) The same lovely ebony girl as previous videos, now in a gaming scenario. lovely material imho.. https://nl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e34984feea71
  10. Just had the hottest online holding session with a hot site friend. We were both desperate but she was in control of when we both got to pee. Thankfully I was alone in the office by the time she had me squirming in my chair (practically) begging to go to the toilet. Never been so desperate at work before. I was shaking with need when I was finally allowed to pee. Best morning at work ever! Thank you (you know who you are )
  11. “A true commander must have 100% control over every aspect of themselves,'' Those words rang through Tak’s head as she paced around her newly acquired second commander’s quarters. She’s been with the resisty for several years now, climbing the rank. She's next in line for the commander position, but wanted to prepare herself however she possibly could, any training that she even had heard RUMORS of commanders going through, the elites, anything. They were rumored to put themselves through everything imaginable to the point they could lead troops even with one of the greatest Irken weaknesses affecting them: their weak bladders. She paced around her quarters, circling a table in the middle, in the middle of the table was a can of Irken soda, and a small vial of clear liquid, she paused to look at it for a moment, her antennae twitching a bit in apprehension. She picked up the small glass vial and swirled the water-like substance. Holding it up to the lamp above, The label was skuffed and faded, faded to the point of illegibility. But she knew what it was, it contained a powerful diuretic, one strong enough to bring even the strongest bladdered individual to their knees.. She had gotten it from a group of smugglers that often supplied the resistance with various medicines. She put it back on the table, her antennae twitching once more, her nerves getting to her a bit, knowing that she can’t undo the effects once it’s been imbibed. She resumed her pace around the table, debating if she should even do this, maybe it was just a dumb rumor, pff, this is stupid...right? And yet, it makes sense, It is a weakness of the irken race after all…. She bit her thumb a bit. “I’m just overthinking this, it’ll be fine.” She spoke to herself, glancing to the metallic door of her room, she then turned her attention to the box of junk that used to be Mimi, who’s in a state of almost repaired, but not yet functional. She found herself wishing that she had finished that project so she could have Mimi guard the room, she had requested the day to train, however, if an emergency broke out… She grabbed the vial once again, biting her lip slightly. “Here goes nothing, I guess.” She unscrewed the cap of the vial and downed it like a shot, the taste was bitter and unpleasant. She choked it down, grimacing a bit as she placed the vial down with a small “clack”. She grabbed the soda and cracked it open, chasing the medicine down with the fizzy sweet beverage, the taste still lingered though, so she kept drinking until the taste was gone, leading to her finishing the whole can. She crumpled the can and tossed it into the waste bin next to her bed. She clambered onto her bed, “Now we wait.” But that’s much easier said than done, she laid down on her back, letting out a small sigh, looking up at the ceiling, she could hear the quiet noises of the resisty headquarters. She could hear some people chatting in the hallway of the various rooms. This chatter and background noise has given her so much more comfort than she’d ever admit, it made her feel like she wasn’t alone. She inhaled deeply, smelling the stale and re-filtered air, she has grown used to it. This felt very much like home, and once she’s ready to help lead? She will make this group unstoppable. She remembered when they found her, near death, PAK’s batteries low, she was originally kept to be ransomed off, but when the tallests turned her back on her, she was left a prisoner for a while, but they saw the potential to be a great member of the resisty in her, she wanted revenge, revenge on the tallests, revenge on Zim…just ...revenge...and that’s what they offered. As time passed, she had grown loyal to the Resisty. No matter what, however once she’s gotten her revenge, all bets were off, at least that’s what she’d tell herself. She let out a small sigh, crossing her legs a bit to get more comfortable. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was still somewhat early. Not even 5 minutes had passed since she last looked. She stood up and went to the small window in her room, A perk of being in her current rank. She watched the stars go by as the resisty boarding ship drifted lazily through space, surrounded by some of the various ships the resisty has acquired through the years. Most of these ships have been out of production for years and years. She felt her bladder give a warning sign, she furrowed her brow a bit, pressing her legs together, it began. She lets out a shuddering sigh, closing the metal shutters on the window, turning around and pressing her back against the wall. She fidgeted a small bit before shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she did this for training, and training she shall do, she squeezed her legs together one more time before moving them back apart. She began some basic training stretches. It didn’t take long for her bladder to fill, it didn’t help that the stretches she was doing was putting strain on it, she winced a small bit, but kept doing them, trying to keep her legs apart unless the stretch required it. She moved onto push-ups. 1, 2, 3, 4… The up and down movement caused the contents of her bladder to jostle around, she swallowed a whimper and continued, 5, 6, 7, 8… Sweat dropped from her forehead to the floor, she could normally do push-ups without issue, but it was so much more difficult this way, 29, 30, 31, 32…. She was to do 100 of these, and she wasn’t holding up as well as she was hoping, It got bad fast, her legs felt weak and trembly, and her bladder felt painfully full, it felt like it could burst...She focused on the floor in front of her, a small puddle of sweat had pooled below her, 41, 42, 43, 44.… A whimper accidentally slipped out from her, she winced, but more because of the noise than the pressure on her bladder. The walls are rather…thin, nobody heard her though, from what she could hear anyways. She let out a sigh as she did the last push-up, she then pushed herself to using her PAK legs, wincing as her feet hit the floor, sending a jolt up through her entire being, Her legs snapped together for a moment, but she forced them back apart. She grabbed the bottom of her uniform a bit and tugged down, shifting around a bit, it was really bad, but she was going to hold on, no matter what, she squeezed her legs together once more, before letting go of her uniform and moving her legs back apart, She had other exercises to do, more training to undergo. No matter what. She was just beginning her next set of exercises when she heard the buzz of the intercom turning on, “Attention all high ranking officials, please meet up in The headship, A free Vortian settlement has requested our assistance in defending their planet from the empire. I repeat, All high ranking officials, to the control deck on the main ship!” Lard Nar’s voice rang through the scratchy and outdated communication system. She winced at it, knowing that she was one of said officials, And she’d have to pause her training, she squeezed her legs together for a second, gathering herself so she could do her duties. She was intending to do logic puzzles to ensure her mind stays clear and her decision making skills remain strong, however this will suffice. She took a deep breath and then tapped the button to open the sliding door, strolling out as if nothing was wrong, appearing calm and collected on the outside, she made her way to the teleporter room, she appears confident, yet her PAK was giving her bladder capacity warnings. She heard the ambient conversation of the other denizens of the ship, some were talking about the call over the intercom, some were discussing living on the ship, some were chatting about various topics, like the food service, their jobs, etcetera. She walked down the hall, focused just right ahead, Her antennae twitched a bit as she heard her own Pak pinging her again over her bladder, it’s a good thing she’s the only person who can hear it...right? She simply shrugged it off though, She reached the teleporter room, looking at the cylindrical glass tubes that would teleport her to any ship in the resisty armada she needed to go to. She made her way towards the largest teleporter in the middle, teleporter 27, which leads to the Headship, the StarSkipper. She stepped in and pressed the button to shut the tube, and prepared it for transportation, the panel sparked and fizzled a bit, but a firm smack to the console caused it to work as intended. With a blinding flash of purple tinted light and a loud crackle and “bzzt”, she was brought to the StarSkipper’s teleporter room, She teleported just a tad above the floor of the teleporter, dropping a few inches to the ground, sending shockwaves through her poor, painfully full bladder, she doubled over a bit at the shock, her Pak legs extended up ensure she didn’t fall over. Her legs were clenched together as tight as they possibly could, She had a death grip on the bottom of her uniform’s shirt, and was tugging down, She felt a thread or 2 pop in the woven uniform, but she didn’t care, she felt a small bit of urine spurt out past her iron defenses, she felt herself pale a bit, and her antennae dropped flat against her head. It took her awhile to regain full control, longer than she wanted it to. But she wobbly got to her feet, took a deep breath, and re-separated her legs, she quickly looked around, to ensure nobody saw her slip there, She was saved as she was alone in the teleportation chamber, maybe the others were already at the control deck? She cleared her throat and straightened herself up, smoothing her wrinkled uniform shirt and moving her legs back apart, her Pak legs retracting fully, she began walking out of the teleportation room as if nothing happened. Outside of the teleportation room was a hallway that lead to an elevator to the other decks, she made her way towards it, Passing by more teleporters and a few various maintenance rooms, she wasn’t sure what was there, but it wasn’t her destination, so it didn’t matter to her. She got into the elevator to see one of the resisty members, not high ranking, but not the lowest on the totem pole, she gives them a curt nod, they nod back, She looked over the wall of 50 buttons, before hitting the button for the floor she needed to go to, the other person was heading a deck below, so it’s just another delay to her. The other resisty member was focused on the door, not even awkward smalltalk was exchanged between the 2 as the elevator creaked its way up, the bulb flickered with a small hum, it was still providing light, but it was dim and flickering, but she didn’t really care though. She heard her Pak give another warning about fluid capacity, it was getting really, really, bad, but she refused to show any signs (ESPECIALLY since she’s not alone in the elevator). She glanced over to the screen, showing their progress in their ascent to the higher levels, they were slowing to a stop 2 decks below the one the other member was heading to. One of the higher ranking resisty members walked onto the elevator, followed by their assistant. They were one of the other ones called to the brig, She backed up to make sure they had room, and also because she didn’t like people in her personal space, The lower ranked member also backed up, and if they weren’t quiet before, they certainly are now… The elevator ride felt like it took forever, before slowing to a stop at the lower ranking member’s requested stop, they awkwardly squeezed past the higher ranking officials, their mandibles clacking together apologetically, as they went to join the rest of the janitorial crew on that floor. Leaving Tak alone on the elevator with the higher ranked alien and their Vortian companion, Who even after all these years, still eyed Tak with distrust. The elevator continued its ascent, with the distrustful Vortian assistant eyeing Tak, as if just waiting for her to strike, but Tak had other things on her mind… She felt her antennae droop, hitting the back of her head with a small clack. Her bladder throbbed, threatening to release now, yet she refused to allow herself to show even just a single sign, yet her Pak began flickering in a way the Vortian couldn’t help but notice, Tak felt a bead of sweat roll down her forehead, it didn’t help that assistant had his eyes laser focused on her. The elevator lights flickered and dimmed further, and the elevator ground to a halt between the decks. “My, how unfortunate.” The high ranking general muttered to themselves, before reaching for and pressing the call for maintenance button. Meanwhile, the assistant kept their eyes on Tak… As the general was explaining the situation to the maintenance workers, Tak was trying to stay calm, but on the inside, she’s in panic mode, her bladder was so full it hurt, and she knew it wouldn’t stop, her Pak has been giving her fluid level warnings too, so that didn’t help at all. And the worst part? She didn’t know exactly how much longer she could hold on… She bit her bottom lip, shifting her weight from side to side, glancing over to the 2 other people in the elevator, the General, a Screwhead by the name of General Fernaru, was focused on relaying the relevant information to the maintenance drones through the intercom. And his Vortian assistant, Craw G’halu, who has not stopped staring at Tak. “What are you staring at?” Tak said curtly. Furrowing her brow, and flattening her antennae even more. Normally though, she would’ve just ignored his staring, but she had no time or patience for this right now. “Well, yknow, the years of slavery would do that to you. I just will never trust an Irken...Plus, your Pak is flashing and that’s making me nervous, what’s it gonna do? What are you planning? Eh?” The cross Vortian snapped. Tak simply raised an eyebrow to the outburst, her antennae popping up a bit, ready to remind this rookie of their rank. “May I remind you, that not only is your personal superior right there, but I also vastly outrank you, and if I had ill will towards you or any of the resisty-” she squeaked a bit at the end as a little spurt escaped, her antennae flopped back and she just froze, her face heating up a bit, but managed to prevent her legs from slamming together. Craw raised his eyebrows and took a step back. “What the hell?!” He looked her up and down. Tak glared at him, but before anything else happened, General Fernaru turned around, stopping Craw in his tracks, and Tak didn’t want to fight in front of a superior, she straightened her posture a bit and cleared her throat, antennae still flattened.against her head. They all stood in an awkward silence, just waiting for the repair squad to do their job and repair the elevator… Tak shifted her weight from foot to foot, she so desperately didn’t want to give off any signs at all, but her bladder was so, painfully, full…Her breathing had become shallow, as to avoid making it worse, but she refused to let any signs show…. However, not 3 minutes later, the elevator creaked, and jerked upwards, resuming its slow ascension, Tak let out a relieved sigh, despite herself. The doors creak open, Tak nearly pushed the assistant out of her way to get out of the elevator, it was so bad, she needed to go, and now. She started to make the turn towards the restrooms on this deck, But an intercom message rang out, interrupting her. “Attention high ranking officials, the situation has turned hostile, All high ranking officials to their stations, now! Repeat: High ranking officials to the brig NOW, And soldiers, to your battle stations, Resisty protection program participants, Get to your rooms, It’s code Pergle, repeat: Code Pergle.” Lard Nar’s voice rang out over the scratchy intercom, sounding panicked, it must have gone badly.... She looked back the way she was heading to get to the restrooms for a moment, before furrowing her brow, she had a job to do, and by god, she was gonna do it, she marched down the hallway towards the control room, acting confident once more, even though her bladder was so full, it felt like it could burst at any moment…She had a job. She reached the brig, saluting her new superiors, and taking up her post, at one of the chairs, her job was to help the commander, Who was seated next to her, with a large monitor in front of them. Tak crossed her legs on the chair, trying to look casual, but in reality, it was because she was struggling to handle this, her Pak gave the dreaded final warning just then. [Fluid Waste Containment Organ is at maximum capacity and cannot hold anymore, Please make your way to the nearest restroom, The countdown has begun before the P.A.K, initiates the forced ejection of fluid waste, as to avoid unwanted damages to the organ or to the P.A.K’s sensors.] She paled a bit, eyes going wide and antennae pressed flat against her head, she frantically scanned over the room, panicking internally, she could faintly hear the countdown going down, she had 15 minutes to get out of here. She heard what happened, the planet that sent the call for aid was starting to be conquered. Off of the commander’s screen, She saw an offshoot of the Irken armada, beginning to bombard the poor planet with lasers. The commander watched, wide-eyed, Tak leaned forwards (wincing a bit at the pressure change), and pointed to the small ship hovering close to the attacking ship. “That’s the powership, the-the battery for the laser is external and the-the-the power is beamed in from a different ship.” she explained, stuttering a bit, despite herself. The artillery leader nods, sending that information to the stormer ships, that was gonna launch a counter attack. Tak pointed out the type of fleet it was, a recolonization fleet, so they were intending to wipe out the Vortians here, only to replace them with more Irkens, she pointed out the ship that had the smeets that would’ve grown to be the new inhabitants, the artillery leader nodded, giving the information to the stormer ships as well. She continued to give any information she possibly could regarding the fleet, even through the brain fog a full bladder and a stress inducing countdown could give a person. She felt another jet of urine escape while she was in the middle of a sentence, causing her to accidentally yell out the rest of it, before quickly getting to her feet, wincing at the shock of the drop. “I, Sec-Second Commander Tak, would like to request to be dismissed.” She said, saluting, her legs pressed together. Leader Lard Nar’s eyebrows raised at this, she hasn’t requested to be dismissed since she was first rescued/captured. “Second Commander Tak, is everything alright?” he asked. She nodded a bit, trying not to fidget, She saluted and waited to be dismissed. The rest of the crew murmured amongst themselves for a bit, She looked between them all, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead, her clock rapidly clicking down. She wanted to put her hands in between her legs to try to help alleviate some of the pressure as it just hurts so bad, it doesn’t help that she’s stuck standing here, as still as can be, in front of all her superiors and some of her equals, the only person who was lower rank than her, is the assistant from the elevator, who was busy taking notes, glancing up only to look at her. “Everyone please, quiet down.” Leader Lard Nar barked out, the room went silent, “Second Commander Tak, As much as I’d like to, under code 8702-D, in order for me to grant your request for dismissal, You must present a reason.” he continued, leaning forward in his chair slightly. If her antennae could flop back further, they would be, she winced a bit, she thought over how to explain this, “Uh, I...Er...I-I was- my-my training was not completed, it’s something I desperately must attend to.” she babbled. Some of her superiors raised an eyebrow to her stammering, maybe thinking she’s lying, they began muttering among themselves again, she looked over the group, fidgeting a bit, partially from nerves but mostly because she was about 10 minutes away from actually pissing herself, She looked up to Lard Nar, awaiting his answer with bated breath. He thought it over a bit, listening to the others discuss it, keeping track of the answers, before slamming his fist down on the arm of his chair, signalling the discussion period is over. “The ayes have it, Second Commander Tak, your request for dismissal has been approved. You may go.” Lard Nar concluded after a moment. Tak let out a sigh of relief, and bowed her head, “Thank you, my leader, long live the resisty.”, She saluted and then quickly made her way out. Once she was out in the hallway, she felt her knees buckle, twisting inwards, She swallowed back a whimper, she had to get out of there ASAP. She sprinted towards the restrooms on this deck, wincing as it increased her (already very intense) need to pee, she felt a spurt slip out, dampening her pants further, she let out a yelp, hopping a bit as to continue moving forwards but also to allow her legs to snap together, she grabbed her uniform shirt, pulling down on it, causing her to hunch over further. She reached the restrooms, only to see a big ol’ “out of order” sign plastered on the restrooms, she furrowed her brow, “Oh come on!” she exclaimed, absolutely livid, She went to try the doorknob anyways, but it was locked, she kicked the door in frustration, sending a jolt through her body, causing her to leak once more, she quickly crossed her legs against each other, squeezing them to try to hold herself without actually using her hands. She had to stay like that for a whole minute for her to regain control, she winced at the lost time there, but she knew if she didn’t do that, she wouldn’t have gotten the last 6 minutes. She made her way towards the elevators, maybe she could make it back to her room, there was a restroom in there! She hobbled out into the hallway, checking to see if anyone else was around, The coast was clear so she stuck a hand in between her legs to try to hold on, She limped forth. She reached the elevator, and pressed the button to call it, shoving her other hand in between her legs as well, she hopped slightly from foot to foot, she hated that she was doing a potty dance like a smeet, but it…helped a little bit. a whine slipped from her lips, she had to pee so badly. The elevator finally arrived, empty, thank goodness. She hobbled in, and gingerly removed one of her hands from in between her legs to press the button for the teleportation deck, she put her hand back between her legs, leaning on one of the side walls for support while she waited for the elevator to descend, She bit back a whimper as she braced for the movement of the elevator. It creaked as it went down at a snail's pace, She had her eyes focused on the screen that showed what level she was on, and counted down, shifting her weight from leg to leg a bit, still leaning on the wall, she bit her lower lip to keep herself from making any noise. The elevator ground to a halt at the teleporter deck and the doors opened with a creak, She took her hands out from in between her legs and hurried out and towards the teleporter bay, not caring if anyone sees her at this point, She shoved past people in the hallways as she rushed towards the teleporters, knocking over a poor Screwhead who was mid-conversation with a Jarbinthion. “Sorry” she called back, directed at everyone she shoved, she slid a bit past the teleporter bay, but was able to stop herself from fully overshooting it, she rushed in, scrambling for teleporter 27, she practically threw herself in, slamming her fist on the door button, the glass panel squealed as the wheels ground against the metal track. It closed with a click and a beep, She hit the button to teleport, and with a blinding flash of purple tinted light and a loud crackle and “bzzt”, she was back in the ship her room is in. She pressed the button to leave, but instead, there was an error buzz. “What?! No! Let me out!” She yelled, slamming her fist on the console, and then on the button to leave again, and yet that error noise sounded again. “Come on- Help! Help!” She shouted, slamming her fists against the glass to try to get someone’s attention, desperately trying to get out, her legs buckled & gave way, leading her to falling to her knees, She lets out a yelp as the force jostled her painfully full bladder, causing her to start leaking, 2 minutes left, she realizes she can’t do this. Even if she was free by now, she would have to really rush, and it doesn’t sound like anyone heard her, she continued to scream out for someone, anyone, to help her. She felt some more pee dribble out, she was fighting a losing fight, she let out a shaky breath, she squeezed her legs as tight as she could, desperately trying to hold on, but she knew she couldn’t. 1 minute left, she yelled one last time. “Please! Please! Someone…Anyone…” her voice cracked. And then... [Initiating Forced Fluid Waste Removal...] She quickly took her hands out from in between her legs as her bladder failed her, spilling its contents, she bit back a moan. “N-no, No!” she whimpered out, still trying desperately to stop it, but she physically could not stop it, she couldn’t do anything but stare at the floor. the purple tinted puddle spread quickly on the glass floor underneath her as her tired bladder rejected its contents, reflecting the lights from the top of the teleporter, a liquid from a different source dripped into the puddle. She furrowed her brow, and rubbed one of her eyes, pulling back a wet hand, was she… No, She wet herself like a smeet…and is crying like one too. She quickly wiped at her eyes, trembling, she got to her feet to assess the damage. the puddle was...quite large, and her pants were absolutely soaked, as was a bit of the back of her uniform’s shirt, and a good half of her coat, her antennae poked up a small bit, at least she isn’t hurting anymore. She tapped the button, and almost comically, the door slid open. She furrowed her brow again, her antennae perking up in irritation, but simply just sighed, she began the walk of shame back to her room, to go get cleaned up, how embarrassing. But before she fully left, she went to the maintenance console and tapped the call button. “Teleporter pad 27 needs cleaning.”
  12. One of the many things I really enjoy about pee desperation is the language people use. It ranges from absolute silence and soft moans to uncharacteristic swearing and cursing and repeating phrases and almost begging. I find when someone does talk it can add a degree of emotion that actions alone don’t quite convey. I am also intrigued by the fact that authentic desperation for example on say a you tube clip not designed for ‘porn’ most people are fairly talkative with things like ‘stop the car please I have to go!’ And such like yet as soon as you see staged or even genuine desperation but made for the porn audience the vast majority of the videos don’t have spoken language. I get that privacy and identification are major issues but I would love to hear more language in videos and wondered if anyone else felt this? do you like the language of desperation and if so what phrases or types of language do you like best?
  13. I found that pee holding scene, I find this very interesting. Is in the very beggining of the video. Also, I want to know what says the third girl after saw her bladder capacity (My language is spanish, so I don't understand so well what she says)
  14. I’ve always enjoyed the tingling feeling and excitement of needing to pee. Asa child I was renowned for holding until the very last second and I would be playing in my room fidgeting like crazy. As a teenager this continued throughout high school and into adult life. I never used to drink much as a child but as an adult I drink much more tea and juice and water yet still hold on to the very last second. I actually feel so alive, excited and happy when my bladder is full. The tingling, needing to move around and the way my whole body responds as my bladder gets fuller and things get more urgent is a huge thrill. The problem is that eventually I can’t wait any longer and I have to pee. While I moan with sheer relief at the actually peeing the minute it’s over I feel deflated, empty and sad. I know I can fill my bladder again but the first few hours of no tingling or uncomfortableness is just so...demotivating and bland. Dies anyone else experience this?
  15. Kneading Knight Knight woke early as was his usual routine. Starting work at 5:30am in the supermarket bakery he had little choice but to. However today he needed a little extra time to get ready. Having been through a thorough and rigorous interview stage Knight had been chosen to represent the company on their social media accounts in adverts for their own make of fresh bread. Knight was excited. He walked the mile to work in the dark and cold, clocked in and changed into his bakery gear. The film crew were already setting up and Knight was fitted with a microphone and extra lights were set up. Knight was to be filmed as if it was a typical shift as he made bread of all different types and prepared them for sale. Knight had been chosen for his character, his baking ability, his outstanding cleanliness and his physique. Dark skinned, lean, with jet black silky hair he was lovely to look at as well as being great at baking. At just 25 he also had the youth appeal that the company strived for on social media. Knight washed his hands and took a drink of water as the heat from the extra lighting made him warm already. He’d already had a large cup of coffee before leaving home with his breakfast. He prepared the water and yeast beating it until it bubbled and placed some flour on the work surface which was spotlessly clean. ‘Stop. Let’s take some still pictures before you go on Knight. This is so perfect and will really promote the image we want. Just pause and stay exactly as you are.’ Knight paused, bemused at the sudden interest in all things bread but excited at the prospect of being on show. ‘Right, as you were again’ Knight stopped to drink some more water. He’d never felt so warm in the open plan kitchen as he was today. He proceeded to pour more flour onto the surface of the worktop in ten identical circular piles. It was standard to make ten loaves at once followed immediately by ten others until the correct amount was ready for sale before cleaning up and starting on the next type of bread. With ten piles of flour all in circles neatly Knight checked each one before having another beat of the large mixture of yeast and water. It was while beating the water mixture that Knight felt his first twinge. He ignored it and walked to the first batch of flour, pouring an exact amount of mixture and mixing with a fork until it formed a slightly sticky dough. He placed the fork in the sink and began kneading. Another twinge. He was too busy for such things right now but this one lingered a little longer and Knight moved from foot to foot briefly whilst kneading. Each loaf took ten minutes to knead and with nine more still to do Knight quickly calculated that he had 90 minutes before he could use the bathroom as the bread needed to be ready for 9am for the morning rush. Thankfully a colleague was already nearby working on the other products like pancakes, morning rolls, cakes and hot cross buns. With the oven already on and the extra lighting Knight was beginning to sweat. He placed the first kneaded dough in the fridge to settle and moved into the next. Pouring more water and yeast mixture set off Knight’s bladder again and another twinge hit. ‘You ok to film this Knight? This is great stuff mate. Keep it up.’ Knight smiled and before beginning kneading the second dough he drank some more water. He kneaded the dough moving a little more than he did with the first one. Inwardly he cursed his bladder for filling so fast as finally the second dough was ready to be put in the fridge. Once again Knight washed his hands, the running water aggravating his growing need to pee. By the fifth dough Knight was really aware that he could do with a toilet break. However, not only was he being filmed but he had a time limit on the task which needed complete. The ovens were already on to warm and Knight had to get the bread in to bake soon. He kneaded at the bread imagining he was kneading somewhere altogether more personal as his legs moved behind the worktop and his toes curled trying to hold back his bladder. ‘Fantastic stuff. Knight you are outstanding at kneading, my man. You do it with such passion and intensity like your life depends on it. Absolutely brilliant! Keep it up.’ Knight WAS needing like his life depended on it as his bladder filled more and more and his penis ached to be pressed or squeezed or even better whipped out of its enclosure in his clothes and free to explode. Another hand wash and this time Knight was really struggling to remain composed. He was jiggling his legs as the warm running water over his hands send strong urges from his bladder for release. Still he had kneading to complete. He dried his hands and poured the water and yeast mixture onto the sixth lot of flour. Leaning on the worktop Knight squeezed his upper legs together and leaned forward. He’d never had to go as much in a shift as he did now, but then again he always went right before his shift started and with all the preparation for filming he had completely forgotten this morning. Now he was definitely regretting that. Knight kneaded with his teeth clenched and sweat on his forehead. He pressed the dough against the worktop with both hands and rubbed, squeezed and massaged it in every direction as he rubbed his own crotch as discreetly as possible against the worktop out of sight. ‘You’re a master at this. It’s like you knead with every single part of your body. It’s incredible to watch. The way you move, almost dance as you knead that dough...sublime mate. This will be world class I can feel it. It’ll go viral!’ Knight had almost forgotten about the cameras as his own bodily needs intensified continually. He was bursting for release now, barely able to stand still, sweating and very uncomfortable and rather nervous he might not be able to hold off until all the bread was in the oven. But he had to. He just HAD to somehow hold. Knight wanted to scream as he washed his hands yet again. He bent one leg behind him and muttered ‘oh God’ to himself. This was something else. He longed to run to the loo and relax but that wasn’t an option. Neither was pissing himself though, and as he dried his hands on the towel he couldn’t stop himself having a quick grab at his throbbing penis which was now half erect and moving now and again of it’s own doing as it tried in vain not to release. Three more doughs. Just half an hour or so to go. Knight bit his lip and poured the water and yeast mixture into the pre arranged flour. He hopped on one leg as he did so almost losing his balance. ‘Knight you ok?’ ‘Em...do you need to keep filming still? I’m almost finished then these go in the oven. It’s the exact same as I have done so far if you feel you have enough?’ Knight longed for the cameras to be shut off. He was so close to wetting himself and feared this might end up on film. He couldn’t stand still at all now moving around with his legs non stop as he wiggled and squirmed as he kneaded dough number 7. ‘What do you think Stu? You got enough of the kneading yet?’ ‘Absolutely not! I could watch this stuff forever. It’s captivating, drawing, almost addictive..and it’s got a strange sort of sexual feel about it somehow too. I actually had no idea this would be so...entertaining? It’s like the longer he does this the more...intense...gratifying even it gets. I’m going to keep going right to the end Knight. You are going to have fans all over the place with this stuff. I guarantee you that!’ ‘Well Stu knows his stuff Knight so you just keep on with whatever you are doing. It’s obviously exactly what everyone wants.’ Knight wanted to cry. In fact his eyes filled with tears regardless as his whole body fought to keep his bladder at bay. How could people actually enjoy watching anyone kneading he wasn’t sure but he absolutely needed very badly to use the toilet and he was certain if he didn’t go soon his body would just go regardless. Just two doughs now. He could do this. He tensed his entire body as he washed his hands quickly. Filming or not he had to do whatever it took now to prevent an accident. He poured the penultimate mixture onto the flour and began forking it together. A sudden and very strong urge hit and Knight pressed the dough hard against the worktop with both hands as if pressing his own dick. He pulled at the dough and pressed right again working the dough between his hands exactly as he longed to work his own testicles and penis, all the time his crotch pressing against the worktop and circling and pounding as if he was with his wife, his penis getting more erect and longing as he did so. Losing himself in the moment as another strong urge pounded Knight bent forward and leaned heavily on the counter as he tensed his whole lower body in an attempt to keep his piss inside. Knight moaned softly as his hands continued kneading the dough while his lower body pulsated in urgency. ‘It’s like you are in a whole different universe Knight. Like you have transported yourself somewhere and every fibre in your body feels and responds to your kneading. It’s making my hairs stand up it’s so good. What’s your secret?’ ‘Mmm. Grrr. Ahhh’ ‘See what I mean Alex. We absolutely couldn’t have missed this. He just gets better and better the longer he’s kneading! Are you watching this?’ Knight put the ninth dough in the fridge and washed his hands, this time aware his body was starting to really struggle as a few drips leaked out his aching anatomy between his legs. Thank goodness for his underwear, work trousers and bakery apron which between then should conceal the urine that he had felt leak out the tip of his manhood. But Knight was determined. One last dough and then he could run off to the lavatory before filling the ovens. Ten more minutes. Knight raced over to the final dough clumsily pressing his thighs tight together. He curled his toes, tightened his muscles and bounced on the heel of his feet as he twisted his body and screamed at it internally to hold on just a bit longer. He could hardly look as he poured the last of the water and yeast mix onto the flour and forked it together. Twisting his legs, bouncing up and down and swaying from side to side he placed the fork aside and put the sticky dough in his hands as the cameras continued to roll. Knight rolled it into a loose sausage shape then caressed the dough up and down then holding it in one hand he let the dough relax and flop and land on the table loosely as his own anatomy of the same shape shook inside his underwear ready to explode with warm urine. Knight pressed his thighs against the worktop in a last ditch attempt to stop himself pissing ferociously. His heart was beating fast, his forehead swearing, his mouth clenched and even his buttocks tensed while his hands worked the dough from hand to hand despite his hands sweating intensely. Knight moaned softly as he massaged the dough for the final time. Suddenly he went stiff and slipped a hand under the work top to grab between his leg. As he did so he could feel a spurt pushing out of his dick despite every ounce of his concentration trying to prevent it. He dropped the dough in a dish and hobbled to the fridge, quickly placing it there then rushing off without even saying t8 the crew where he was going. Off camera Knight grabbed himself openly bending forwards as he pushed the double doors with his head and aimed for the nearest bathroom. He’d never in his life had to piss so bloody badly and he wasn’t sure he’d even make it. Knight pushed the toilet door open with tears in his eyes and an aching bladder that pushed against the tied apron around him. Knight had no time to lock the door as he pulled the apron aside, unzipped his trousers fly, fished out his damp and weary dick from his boxers and held it over the toilet. Immediately a rush of warm fast urine soared out of him splashing loudly and foaming in the toilet beneath him. Knight pissed then pissed some more. He couldn’t stop even if he tried as a lone tear dropped down his dark face wetting his sweaty back hair as it did so. ‘Good God Almighty that was close!’ Flushing and tucking himself back in Knight could feel his underwear very damp and warm but his trousers only showed a small amount of wetness covered well by his apron. He washed his hands again and headed back to fill the ovens. The crew filmed some bread rising, being sliced and package and even being picked from the shelves. A week later the short film was released across the whole social media company network. Within days, as predicted it went viral. Knight was even invited onto day time TV where the talking point was his unique and sexy way of kneading. Knight was too embarrassed to admit what his secret was or why he moved the way he did when being filmed. One night days later in the comfort of his own home he browsed Facebook and saw a clip with the title ‘supermarket baker desperate to piss whilst kneading bread’. It was liked 71.3 million times and shared worldwide. Knight read the comments laughing ‘we’ve all been there!’ ‘He looks pretty bursting to me!’ ‘Wonder if he made it?’ Knight thought about replying but he needed to do something first. He was rocking on the couch about to piss himself having had one too many beers but wanted to watch himself first before he went. Thank goodness the advert was just a few minutes long. He didn’t think he’d last otherwise!
  16. Hi guys been a while since I put up a story here, but it's not about me but about my beautiful girlfriend who to protect identity and all that we'll call Rosalynne, now to give a little backstory, we met on this website and have been talking and getting to know each other for a while now, for me personally she's the love of my life and my life saver.....but now onto the main course of this story which took place yesterday. So Rosalynne and I were chatting about random stuff when she tells me that she had a cup of tea and a pint of water (Tea makes all her holds very interesting.) And she asks me if she should get another one which of course i say yes, so she does that and drinks it, after which I tell her I'm going to have a shower which triggered her bladder with thoughts of me and water. After my shower I tell her that I'm sitting on her lap so she can't squirm or cross her legs for 5 minutes, well it turned into 10 minutes which nearly made her leak. At this point both of us are getting aroused and she goes to get more comfy on her futon, where she goes to cross her legs and moan in a very cute way about how badly she has to pee, Rosalynne's original goal was to hold on till 5pm but that was an hour away and she was on 8-9 merging on 10/10 on the desperation scale. I then start teasing her with pictures of people having accidents and pointing out how relieved they looked but young Rosalynne wasn't having any of it, I should meantion that I told Rosalynne that the toilet was broken and that I got someone in who was taking his time but would be done by 5pm. I continued to tease her with pics and at times it seemed they were getting to her, her bladder was buldging, she was filled to the brim. 10 minutes later she was close to losing control she was pulling every trick and every ounce of strength to keep her floodgates closed. 5 minutes later she couldn't move her bladder was too full despite me trying to help her but both of out arousal levels were off the chart, at some point she lost control and began to rub herself trying soo hard to have an orgasm and keep her overfull bladder in check, she manages to do that before she grabs a towel to catch some of her pee and she makes a mad dash to the bathroom stepping into the shower and finally being able to pee and having a second orgasm just from the amount of pee she had in her. After all that she comes back and we both agreed to do more holds like that. I hope you guys enjoyed this experience for I definitely did, and I want to thank my beautiful girlfriend Rosalynne for allowing me to share this experience with you guys. Have a nice day.
  17. Before I begin the story, here's a couple of things. It has been ages since I last posted on here. My last post was 3 years ago and it turned into an unfinished story. Unfortunately, most of what I worked on in the past turned into unfinished stories. Creatively, this is typically because I tend to bite off more than I can chew, so to speak. I come up with grand ideas for longer stories and when my creative steam runs out on them or I come up with other ideas, I have a tendency to abandon projects. I wanted to apologize first and foremost to any of you who might remember my content from 3 years ago and were let down by the abandonment of one of those stories. I realize this is a less formal environment and stories winding up unfinished is not necessarily an uncommon or unforgivable act. However, as a creative mind and as an author, I feel personally responsible for the ideas and content I post, and when I set up an expectation to deliver on that content and fail, I feel responsible and I am taking responsibility by apologizing. I realize everything I just said is only going to be relevant to people who remember me from my posts 3 years ago, so to tie this directly to this story and others I may post it in the future, I will mostly be focusing on keeping a short story format with what I post, at least until I can be assured that the time and motivation I have will allow me to post longer stories. In specific, this story is a two-parter, and I will post the second part as soon as I'm done writing and finalizing it. [SECONDLY AND MOST IMPORTANT!] Even if you skipped all that preamble, or it's not really relevant to you, I wanted to NOTE/WARN everyone beforehand that this story contains WEIRD BIOLOGY. Namely, it involves a Slime Girl with separate biology that works differently from humans. I explain this in the story, but essentially the way a slime girl's body processes and filters waste is different. TECHNICALLY the slime girl in this story does not have to "pee" in the sense that urine has built up in her body, and in fact doesn't even have a real bladder (though what is essentially a bladder forms when she's about to/desperately needs to relieve herself of liquid waste/excess liquid). It's essentially a distinct biological process that is, at the same time, physically and mentally analogous to having to pee. She still refers to it as having to pee and she still experiences typical signs of desperation (i.e. leg crossing, squirming, grabbing herself, etc). If this does not bother you, great! Enjoy the story. However if you get weirded out by these kinds of things or if unconventional biology makes you uncomfortable, I would turn back now. You have been warned. With that out of the way, please enjoy! Luna shifted from foot to uneasy foot as she waited by the door to her apartment for her date to come pick her up. She looked down at her dress again-- a short, flirty piece with spaghetti straps and just enough frills to look classy without looking overdone-- as well as at her pink, translucent body. Luna was a slime girl. Not exactly a common sight, least of all in a small town like Newlake. Sure, some of the bigger cities had a higher population of monsters and supernatural creatures, especially the ones founded after their existence was revealed to the general public, but Newlake was a backwater town that had existed for decades before humans even knew creatures like Luna were anything more than myth. It still had a very humanocentric culture, and Luna often faced prejudice and discrimination growing up. It was for that reason that she was anxious. Her date had looked past the fact that she was a slime girl, and had still agreed to go out with her. Luna’s biogel pulsed in nervous excitement as she waited for her date. However, bubbling just underneath that sense of excitement and anxiety, was another feeling. One uncomfortable and all-to-familiar to Luna. One that made her press her legs together almost enough that her skin was about to fuse together. Slime girls had very little in the way of organs. They had an opaque, jelly-like bundle of glands encased in a hard mineral-like substance somewhere in their bodies that could be thought of as a brain. They also had the most basic of skeletal structures, though it was completely transparent due to having the exact same refractive index of their biogel. While they serve as structural support for the slime girl to take a humanoid shape, their bones could be broken down, reformed into various shapes, and dissolved completely at will. Outside of that, there were no organs to speak of. No kidneys to filter out waste and no bladder to hold urine. That was because such complex, specific systems weren’t needed in a creature whose body was amorphous. Their insides pulsed around, distributing nutrients evenly throughout their body, and likewise, waste was evenly distributed amidst their biogel. Both solid and liquid waste was typically condensed just before excretion, which, in modern society, generally meant using a toilet as a human would. However, when a slime girl’s body becomes too concentrated with one type of waste or the other, or when there was some form of imbalance in their body, their body tries to correct by signaling a release, the signal of which gets stronger as time goes on. This was what was happening to Luna. She wanted to make sure she looked her absolute best, no matter what, but she realized that she was somewhat lacking in the chest and curves department. Slime girls naturally didn’t need breasts, but Luna had mimicked her friends’ development while growing up to fit in. However, she had played it modest, and now she was regretting it. Her date was her best friend since middle school, but it took her all of high school and into their second-year of college together for her to even say anything. One reason was because of her insecurities over being a slime, but the other reason was much more simple than that. Her date was Alyssa, a girl who, up until recently, she was pretty sure had no interest in dating girls, let alone slime girls. With them having been best friends, Luna couldn’t remember a time Alyssa had ever mentioned liking girls prior to a few months ago. She was always hearing about Alyssa’s boyfriends or crushes, and she figured that was the extent of it. Alyssa wasn’t into girls and Luna would wait until her crush on her best friend faded or she found someone else. That had been her plan, and had been successful up until Alyssa got drunk one night and started flirting with their very busty, definitely female bartender. Jealousy aside, just the very thought that Luna might have a sliver of a chance with Alyssa got in her head, and her feelings came rushing back all at once. She started dropping hints and Alyssa seemed to be playing along, and then the other day, after Alyssa had a near mental-breakdown over finals and Luna comforted her, Luna confessed her feelings and Alyssa had, remarkably, agreed to go out with her. That left Luna with one problem. Her figure. Given Alyssa’s choice of girls when flirting, it seemed she was into the busty ladies. Unfortunately, Luna’s figure was modest at best. Slime girls did have some amount of shapeshifting abilities, but she couldn’t add mass where there wasn’t any. She could sacrifice some of her height for a bigger chest, but in order to make it worth her while she’d need to make herself noticeably shorter. She could also gradually add more and more mass as she integrated more protein and nutrients from her diet, but it wasn’t an overnight affair. That’s why Luna had resorted to the source of her current predicament. She had oversaturated her body with external sources of fluid to temporarily boost the volume of her biogel, which helped her accomplish a bigger chest and add a little more curve to her lower half as well. However, it also had the drawback of upsetting the balance within her body, which she was interpreting as a need to release the pent up water inside of her. A feeling that, while not biologically accurate, Luna herself recognized as needing to pee. Luna was already starting to have doubts about her idea. She was already uncomfortable and she wasn’t sure how she’d fair throughout the whole date night. However, before she could change her mind, there was a knock on her door, and Luna jumped in both surprise and excitement. She threw open the door and, as she suspected, Alyssa was standing there waiting for her with a big grin on her face. “You ready to hit the town, new girlfriend?” The confident, grinning blonde asked. She was wearing a black, high-cut tank top with a purple t-shirt underneath, and a black skirt with long, purple socks that left only a few inches of her thighs visible where the skirt stopped. She even had the faintest hint of a subtle, pink lipstick that made her lips pop. Luna’s eyes were immediately drawn to them as they parted in a surprised O-shape. Luna didn’t even need to look at her date’s eyes to know exactly what they were focusing on. Her glee at her date’s shock and awe instantly quelled any regrets she had of doing this. “You’ve certainly- I mean, you… look, I give up trying to be coy about it. You’re boobs are bigger!” “Well,” Luna smiled, “I am a slime girl. We do have some control over these kinds of things.” I’ll leave off the part where I had to drink a few liters of water and electrolytes to get this effect. “Oh, that sounds fun~” Alyssa remarked playfully. Luna would have blushed if she had blood. Instead, she glanced sheepishly to the side. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad about Alyssa having lewd thoughts about her, or happy that Alyssa was outright flirting with her. It definitely quelled some of her fears. A part of her felt that this was date was happening mostly out of Alyssa not wanting to disappoint her friend. “Anyway, did you have anything planned, Luna?” Alyssa asked, “You were the one who asked me out, after all?” “I d-don’t… I don’t know, I didn’t think I’d get this far…” Luna admitted. “Pffft…” Alyssa snickered, placing a hand over her mouth. Luna immediately pouted, “Hey, d-don’t make fun of me! I’m serious!” “Wait, wait no, sorry. I’m not laughing at you,” Alyssa smiled, “You just… you said something from an old show I used to watch. It’s also a meme now. Have you seriously never seen that one? I’m sure I’ve showed you. You know, where Plankton-” Alyssa looked over at Luna and, seeing the utterly confused expression on her face, just shook her head and waved it off. “Nevermind, I’ll show you later. Anyway, Luckily for you, I have some plans. Turns out, that really cool anime movie I was telling you about has a showing over in Nova, so I figured we could head down there. And while we’re at it, we can check out that new sushi bar that opened up there! I hear the head chef’s a vampire from Japan and they’ve got a dullahan waitress, so no one will bat an eye at a slime girl walking in.” “Ah, sounds good,” Luna smiled. However, suddenly a faint pressure reminded her that she was holding onto a lot more liquid than normal, and she fidgeted uncomfortably, “You said it was in Nova? Isn’t that an hour’s drive from here?” “It’s no problem for me, I don’t mind driving us!” Alyssa smiled, “You know me, I like driving. Especially when I have good company in the seat next to me, and a good view~” At that last part, Alyssa not-so-coverty glanced back down at Luna’s new temporary figure, and smirked. It wasn’t like Luna could argue with that, and the date night did sound fun, but Luna wasn’t enthusiastic about having to be in a car for an hour before they even got their date night underway. Ordinarily she wouldn’t mind riding, in fact, she often found it soothing, but with her current predicament in mind, she wasn’t looking forward to all that jostling. Still, she forced a smile and nodded, “Sounds good, then, let’s go!” The two headed down to the parking lot where they climbed into Alyssa’s car. Since the extra liquid in her body wasn’t confined to her abdomen, sitting down didn’t heighten the physical pressure Luna was experiencing, but being in a seated position heightened her psychological urge to pee. It was likely because a sitting position was how she was most accustomed to peeing. Alyssa turned the keys to the ignition and the car started, the vibrations instantly propagating their way through Luna’s gel-like body. Almost as an innate reaction, she could feel her body start to gather liquid in her core near her crotch in preparation for release, and she fought against it until the fluid once again dissolved back into her biogel. Vibrations traveled easier through liquids than solids, and her biogel was definitely looser due to her oversaturation. As Alyssa drove off, Luna realized she would feel everything the car did to a heightened degree. Luna felt herself pressing her thighs together again. Once again, it wasn’t like there was any physical benefit from doing so. It was more an innate behavior she learned from growing up around humans, and it had a psychological comfort to her that eased her urge to pee ever so slightly. “So, I wanted to apologize,” Alyssa spoke after they had gotten on their way, “For… for breaking down the other day, I mean. I’m usually so composed and these things usually don’t get to me, but I’ve been adjusting to my new position at work and with school and everything piling up and the test being such a huge percent of my grade, I just kind of lost it, you know?” “It’s fine,” Luna smiled, both to reassure her friend, and also because she was grateful Alyssa was providing her with a distraction, “Everyone can let life get the better of them at times. You know I’m not the best with handling that kind of stuff myself.” “I know, I just… I felt bad, so I wanted to say it. Also, I feel bad that it took something like that to get you to confess to me. I should’ve been more observant. You’ve been my friend for so long and I’ve been kind of oblivious to everything.” “It’s not like I was really open about it,” Luna admitted, “I just… I never thought you’d see me like that, so I kind of hid it from you. It’s not like I was trying to get you to notice.” “I guess you’re right,” Alyssa conceded, “Still, I feel really bad about it. All those times I flirted with people or talked to you about my crushes or bragged about my boyfriends… you must’ve hated it.” “I-I didn’t really! Sure, part of me was jealous, but another part of me was just happy that you were happy. I know that probably sounds really cheesy, but I thought as long as you were enjoying yourself and having fun with the people you love, I could cheer you on in spite of my own feelings.” Alyssa smiled, “That’s really sweet, but I want you to look after yourself too, from now on! Oof!” Suddenly the car hit a pothole and jostled the whole car violently, sending shocks through Luna. She stifled a moan as she clenched her legs together, trying hard not to let Alyssa notice her discomfort. “I-I will!” Luna replied, somewhat ironically. She was currently subjecting herself to an uncomfortable predicament for Alyssa’s sake, and was seriously rethinking things. There was no way she was going to make it through the night like this. She already had to go and it would only get worse as time went on. “But… if I go to the bathroom, I’ll lose my current figure, and Alyssa will notice. I’d have to explain to her what happened. That’d be so embarrassing!” Luna sighed. Of course she had tried to gain Alyssa’s attention with her bigger bust, but at the same time, because Alyssa had taken immediate notice of it, backing down now wasn’t an option. “It’ll just be for one night. I’ll make a good first impression on our date, then go back to normal. I can even build up my current form naturally over time so I won’t have to oversaturate myself just to look like this.” Her discomfort faded as she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, resolved to make it through the night and enjoy her first date with Alyssa. Luckily, the rest of the hour-long car ride had been relatively uneventful, and Alyssa had come up with enough conversation topics to distract Luna from her situation. However, due to the length, Luna was now seriously desperate. Far from a nagging at the back of her mind, the slime girl’s mind was yelling at her to give up and let go. Still, despite her urges and the uncomfortable feeling within her, she tried her best to show no outward signs to Alyssa that anything was amiss. They finally pulled into a parking garage and Alyssa was the first to hop out of the car. She stretched energetically and smiled as she went around the car to open Luna’s door for her. “Alright, let’s go get the sushi first! The movie’s not for another hour and I’m starving!” Alyssa beamed as she outstretched a hand to help Luna up. Luna grabbed it and pulled herself to her feet, which sent a surge of desperation through her body. She squeaked and stumbled, feeling Alyssa catch her before she fell. The jostle when she was stopped suddenly didn’t help either, and Luna once again felt her body force the extra liquid to gather in her abdomen, desperate to be released through her crotch. “Hey, you okay?” Alyssa asked. Luna forced herself to stand, still feeling the liquid pooled in her abdomen, ready for release. She held it back and forced what she hoped was a convincing smile. “I’m fine, sorry! I was just sitting for so long,” Luna played it off. Alyssa nodded, “Yeah, it was a long drive, but we’re finally here! Let’s go get some sushi!” Luna nodded, trying to be enthusiastic despite herself, “Yes, let’s!” The walk to the sushi restaurant was torturous. The liquid in her abdomen refused to be absorbed back into her biogel, and the pressure it was putting on her to let it flow out freely was immense. She had fallen behind Alyssa in a vain hope that her blonde girlfriend wouldn’t notice. She walked carefully, with her thighs pressed together and a hand balling at the fabric of her dress. Upon reaching the restaurant, Luna’s resolve was seriously faltering. They’d be watching a movie in an hour, and it was probably at least a few hours long. There was no way she’d be able to contain all this extra liquid inside her that long, especially since she was already this desperate. Luna was seriously tempted to just rush to the bathroom and explain everything to Alyssa, embarrassment be damned. It’d be far more embarrassing if she wet herself on their date. “Then again, if I come clean now, she’ll probably be mad. I mean, I know she’s not shallow, but she’d be upset that I put myself through this. But then again, if I wind up wetting myself, I’d have to explain it anyway…” Luna shook her head. There was no way she could hold it the whole night. She’d just have to go to the bathroom and think of what to tell Alyssa later. As the two entered the restaurant, they were immediately silently greeted by a girl in a gothic lolita outfit. Or most of a girl. Her head was completely missing, with bandage covering the top of the neck, and Luna nearly screamed and wet herself out of fear before remembering that Alyssa had told her a dullahan worked here. Still, it was weird to see a dullahan without her head. “Hello, welcome to MonSushi Express!” A cheery voice sounded, matching the movements of the dullahan’s body, “I’m down here, by the way!” The two looked down at the girl’s waist and, sure enough, the dullahan’s severed head was fastened to the waist of the skirt with some kind of harness. “Normally dullahan carry their heads around with them, but as a waitress, I need both hands free,” she explained without prompting, “I apologize if my appearance is shocking or bothersome!” “It’s no problem!” Alyssa smiled, “As you can see, my girlfriend here’s a slime girl!” Luna blubbered in embarrassment at hearing Alyssa call her “girlfriend”, but nodded at the dullahan silently. “Ah, so I’m assuming a party of two?” the waitress asked, “Would you like a table, booth, or to sit at the sushi bar?” “We’ll take a booth!” Alyssa smiled. “Certainly! Right this way!” As the two were ushered into the restaurant, Luna noticed two things. One was that she didn’t see any visible restroom signs, or any obvious places where they might be. The second was that, as the dullahan lead them into the restaurant, she herself seemed to have a bit of an awkward gait. Looking down at the dullahan’s head, Luna noticed a noticeable sheen of sweat on her forehead and an uncomfortable expression that seemed to worsen as they passed by another waitress refilling a diner’s drink. “Have a seat right here!” the dullahan spoke cheerfully, placing two menus on the table. As Luna sat down, a surge of desperation hit her, and it took everything in her power not to show it. At the same time, she noticed the dullahan waitress was having trouble standing still, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she waited for them to take their seats. Maybe it was because Luna was madly desperate to pee at this point, so she was framing all their waitress’s actions through that frame of mind, but she was sure the dullahan was also in need of the restroom. “May I get you two started with a drink?” she asked, pulling out her notepad. “I’ll take a Coke,” Alyssa replied almost instantly. The dullahan turned to Luna, waiting for her answer. The last thing Luna wanted right now was more liquids, but not ordering a drink would signal to Alyssa that something was wrong. “I’ll take a water, please,” Luna replied, smiling. “Certainly!” the dullahan smiled at the two of them, “I’ll be right back with your drinks!” As she headed off, Luna could swear she saw her place a hand uncomfortably on her abdomen. Speaking of which, Luna herself desperately needed to use the bathroom. She looked around the restaurant again nervously, but still couldn’t find any signs. Now that her legs weren’t visible to Alyssa, she crossed them under the table and jammed a hand between them for good measure. She could still feel all the liquid collected in her abdomen. If she wasn't wearing her dress, the round pocket of fluid would be visible through her skin, right around where a human’s bladder would be. It would be pretty obvious she needed to pee. “See, I told you they have a dullahan waitress!” Alyssa smiled, “Isn’t this great? You won’t have to worry about people looking at you uncomfortably throughout the meal! I can’t believe people still can’t accept supernaturals these days.” “Yeah, I’m glad!,” Luna smiled. Back in town, most restaurants were run by and employed only humans, and a slime girl like herself would get a lot of unwanted attention. Usually when they went to Nova, though, those prejudices were less common. It was one of the reasons Luna was legitimately grateful Alyssa had chosen Nova as their first date’s setting of choice. “Oh, we should look over the menu so we can figure out what we want before the waitress comes back!” Alyssa realized, opening the menu, “Oh, so many good choices!” Luna looked down at the menu and skimmed over it half-heartedly, taking yet another opportunity to look around for the restrooms. There still weren’t any signs in sight, and Luna was getting worried. “The waitress looked like she had to go too. What if there aren’t any bathrooms here? No, that’s ridiculous. They wouldn’t open a restaurant in a building with no bathrooms. I’m pretty sure that isn’t allowed. Oh, but what if they’re out of order? No no, still, I should ask… But what do I do if she says they are out of order?” The waitress came back a few minutes later with their drinks, setting each down in front of them. The very sight of water made Luna’s body remind her of her need. “Phew, here you two go! Sorry it took so long, we’re pretty swamped tonight! I haven’t even had a chance to take my break yet!” the dullahan noted. She shifted on her legs uncomfortably, and that all but confirmed her predicament for Luna. “Anyway, are you guys ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?” “I’m ready,” Alyssa answered, glancing over at Luna, “Are you ready?” “Yeah,” Luna nodded. She really wanted to ask the waitress where the restrooms were, but after the dullahan confessed she hadn’t had the chance to go to the bathroom, the slime girl felt that asking would be insensitive. “I’ll ask when she comes back with our food, that way I’m not asking for the bathroom right after she hinted that she needed to go too.” “Anyway, what will you have?” Luna looked up and noticed the dullahan was looking at her expectantly. Alyssa had already ordered while she was lost in thought. “Oh, I’ll take the spicy tuna and the Nova special,” Luna replied, recalling the two things her brain had noticed on the menu. “Alright. And will that be it for you two? Did you want to add a dessert or anything?” “No, I think we’re good,” Alyssa smiled, “We’re going to catch a movie after this, so we probably won’t have time.” “Oh, sounds exciting!” the dullahan smiled, “I’ll put in a special order for the chef, have him expedite the order so you two don’t miss your movie on our watch!” “Thank you, that’d be great!” Alyssa smiled. “Yes, thank you,” Luna added. The dullahan waitress hobbled off, her legs clearly pressed together and her body clearly stiff and uncomfortable. As Luna watched her head off, she felt a pang of empathy ring out from her own abdomen, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Man, I really feel that with the no break thing,” Alyssa sighed, “Remember last Thursday when I complained that Jason called out for work again so I was stuck with a double-shift? Well, our shifts overlapped, so there was a whole hour where I was working the registers alone at like, the busiest time of the day. It was awful.” “Oh yeah, you were really upset that day, I remember you telling me,” Luna recalled. “Man, I was pissed. Our manager was in the back for a “phone meeting” so I was the only one watching both registers and like, halfway through I had to pee but when I tried to buzz my manager to get help she didn’t respond and I couldn’t just leave the registers unattended so I had to hold it the whole freaking time, and then even when Kaitlyn came in the store was so busy I didn’t want to leave the poor girl alone at the registers because she’s only been there for like, three weeks. I nearly pissed myself but the manager finally came out and it slowed down so I was able to go.” Luna nodded, listening to Alyssa’s story. She was trying to be a good friend. Trying to be a good girlfriend, even, but Alyssa talking about needing to pee only reminded her of her own needs. The slime girl shifted in her seat and jammed her hand further between her legs under the table. She was so desperate it wasn’t funny and she sincerely hoped the waitress would come back so she could ask her where the bathroom was. “I swear, next time that happens, I’m literally just locking down the registers and hoping for the best. I’m not gonna piss myself just to help a couple customers. It’s my manager’s fault for not scheduling more than two people on the afternoon shift when it gets busy as hell. And Jason should just be fired already. He’s called out like, five times in the past year, and all of them are bullshit excuses… I’m sorry, I’m going on a total rant.” “Oh, no, it’s fine,” Luna smiled, “I know how stressed out your job can be sometimes. I’m sorry they don’t really treat you right there.” “It’s not all bad, just sometimes we’re understaffed,” Alyssa admitted. “A-alright, here you two go!” The dullahan came hobbling back, carrying two large plates with their sushi orders arranged on them decoratively. She was definitely struggling by this point, her forehead beaded with sweat as she struggled to walk somewhat normally. Luna bet she wanted nothing more than to jam both hands between her legs and hobble off to the bathroom. Part of the slime girl really wished she would. At least she could follow the dullahan’s path and find the bathroom without having to ask. “Enjoy, and let me know if you need anything else!” The dullahan looked ready to rush off, but Luna stopped her by holding up her hand. “Ah, before you go, could you please tell me where the restrooms are?” Luna was a bit embarrassed asking, and felt bad when she saw the look of envy that flooded over the dullahan’s face, but the waitress forced a smile and nodded. “It’s right over there, by the back corner! See the sign? Sorry it’s so hard to see. It’s not lit up yet because there were some wiring problems we discovered when we first opened, but we couldn’t get an electrician out until next week.” “That’s fine, thank you!” Luna stood up and immediately regretted it. A surge of desperation flooded through her and she nearly stumbled into the dullahan. However, she was able to regain her balance and turn around to Alyssa. “I’ll be right back!” Alyssa nodded. Luna walked to the bathroom, trying to be as natural as possible. As she walked off, she saw the dullahan hobble off desperately in the opposite direction, away from relief. Luna felt bad for the girl, but her own predicament was paramount. Luna made her way to the bathroom and the second she turned into the short hallway and was sure she was out of Alyssa’s line of sight, she jammed her hands into her crotch and hobbled the rest of the way to the bathroom. She reached for the doorknob and her heart nearly sunk when the knob wouldn’t turn. She heard someone call out “someone’s in here!” from inside and she panicked. Her knees buckled as she fought the urge to let go right here. Because she had been so sure all she had to do was wait for the waitress to come back to ask for the bathroom, her body had mentally prepared for her to relieve herself. Now that she could not, she almost wet herself merely from the expectation of getting to pee. Luna waited at the bathroom door for what felt like an eternity, though in reality it was probably closer to minutes, and the woman inside didn’t seem inclined to leave anytime soon. She desperately fought to keep it all inside her as she waited for her chance at relief. As she waited, she realized what would happen if she really went now. She’d have to go back to the table and explain to Alyssa that she had been holding it in to make her boobs bigger. The idea seemed reasonable, even good, when Luna first conceptualized it. Yet now she was regretting that decision. Alyssa would think that Luna thought she was shallow. It might leave a bad taste in her mouth for the rest of her date. Worse still, if the person didn’t get out of the bathroom soon, Luna would have to explain more than just why her boobs shrunk. She’d have to explain why she wet herself as well. Luna didn’t want to have to explain to Alyssa either of those things. Luna was about to collapse onto the ground in the effort of holding it all in when finally she heard the sound of the toilet flushing behind the door. The sound was almost enough to make her wet herself, but somehow she managed to hold it all in. Even through the sound of the woman washing her hands in the sink, Luna held herself and managed to contain all the liquid she had pent up inside her. She wasn’t sure how, but she was still dry when the woman opened the door in front of her. It took all of Luna’s self-control to avoid barging in and shoving the woman out of the bathroom so she could finally have relief. She forced herself to stand upright and somewhat presentably as the woman exited the bathroom and entered in after her. As soon as the door was closed, Luna had scant seconds to pull down her panties and sit herself down onto the seat before the floodgates opened. All the water, which had built up inside her and collected waste products from her biogel, flowed out in a green stream at full force into the toilet bowl. The relief she felt in that moment was so blissful she almost forgot why she had been so desperate in the first place. Luna felt her boobs shrink as her body returned to its normal shape. Before they were pressing out noticeably against the fabric of her dress, but now the fabric was relaxed. It wasn’t like she didn’t have any chest, but it was definitely a noticeable difference. As Luna continued to relieve herself, she heard someone jiggle the doorknob to the bathroom and panicked knocking. “Oh, please, please hurry up!” It was the dullahan’s voice. Apparently she had gotten her break after all, but now Luna was occupying the only bathroom. It was a small restaurant, so Luna wasn’t surprised they only had one set of bathrooms. Luna finished up and the dullahan waitress once again knocked on the door frantically. “Please tell me you’re done in there, I’m about to wet myself!” Luna didn’t answer, instead pulling up her panties, adjusting her dress, and flushing. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was definitely noticeable something had changed. Not only were her boobs smaller, but because they had been bigger, the dress had been noticeably stretched out and wrinkled to accommodate the bigger size. Now that they were normal again, her dress made her chest look almost deflated. “I look like a wreck… what am I gonna tell Alyssa? What if she winds up hating me for it…” Now that Luna had relieved herself, the utter desperation and just wanting to pee was replaced with dread at facing the predicament she had placed herself in. Luna went over to the sink and started washing her hands, earning her an audible moan of desperation outside the door. As the water ran over her biogel, Luna thought of something else. She had held it in for a while, and it had taken a few hours for the excess water in her body to be processed before it needed to be excreted. It wasn’t like she had just drank a bunch of water earlier and suddenly had to pee. It took her body time to notice imbalances in her biogel. If she were to absorb a bunch of water here in the bathroom, she could regain her busty form, and it would reasonably take a few hours for her to start feeling it again. That would give her enough time to get through the dinner and most of the movie, and even if she had to hold it at the tail end of the date as well, she held it over the entire hour-long drive and then some. She wasn’t looking forward to having to hold it again, let alone ever getting that desperate, but at least she could keep the facade up for a bit longer. Next time she saw Alyssa, she could say that she did something special for their first date and it would take her a bit to build up to that figure for longer than a few hours. “It’s a lot better than having to face the truth. I can do this! It’s not like I don’t have at least a few hours before having to pee again!” Luna began soaking up the water flowing from the bathroom sink. She could drink it, of course, but she could just as easily absorb it through her skin. It was way easier to hold her hands near the faucet, even if it would take a bit longer. “Please hurry up! I can’t hold it!” The dullahan banged on the door outside, desperation clear in her voice. Luna felt bad, but she needed to regain her busty form for the rest of her date with Alyssa. She’d only be a few minutes more anyway. As she stood in the mirror, Luna saw her boobs expand slowly back out to fill her dress properly. She stopped a little short of where they were last time. She didn’t think Alyssa would notice, and the less water she used, the longer she had before having to pee again. She turned the water off and headed over to the door. She barely had enough time to turn the handle before the door burst open and the dullahan rushed in. “Sorry, I’m practically wetting myself already! Get out of the way!” The dullahan rushed over to the toilet without even closing the door and struggled with her elaborate outfit. She was wearing a frilly dress with leggings and a petticoat as part of her gothic lolita style. The waitress danced around desperately as she balled up large parts of her outfit, trying to reach her leggings and panties to take them off. She moaned and gasped as a solid spurt leaked out between her legs and hit the bathroom floor with a loud patter. “Oh no no no! Please, just a few seconds longer!” The dullahan begged her body, trying to contain herself long enough to get her clothes off so she could pee. She struggled with her clothes for a few more seconds before another spurt escaped. She jammed her hands between her legs for a frantic moment, then realized that would just spread the flood around if she did burst. She tore her hands out from between her legs, spread them, and cursed as she tore her leggings at the crotch and moved her panties out of the way. She let out another substantial spurt onto the floor as she hobbled to the toilet and plopped herself onto it the wrong way around, practically hugging the water tank as she finally let go full force into the toilet. The sound was a powerful hissing, like a pressure washer, louder than Luna’s own flow had been. It was clear the dullahan had been holding it for hours. She let out an almost orgasmic moan before her head shifted in the harness that strapped it to her waist and she noticed that Luna was still standing there, staring wide-eyed at her, as she hadn’t had the opportunity to leave the bathroom yet. Her face lit up like a christmas tree and Luna could hear her flow stop for a split second as though she was trying to hold it until Luna had a chance to leave. Luna opened the bathroom door and barely had a chance to close it before she could hear the dullahan waitress let out another moan and start peeing again at full-force. Luna was acutely aware of how close she came to what just happened to the dullahan. Her hand went to her abdomen subconsciously as she recalled how much pressure had built up inside her. For now, though, she was feeling much better, and she still had the fruits of her efforts, so to speak. She might wind up having to pee again later, but for now she made her way back to Alyssa with a full chest and an empty bladder, ready to approach the rest of their date night with renewed determination. To be continued...
  18. Over the summer I made a fiction series called pee holding camp which followed a series of girls going to a camp in which girls were trained to be better at holding their pee needless to say it wasn't what I would call outstanding especially the characters who weren't really explored and mainly just existed to find a place to pee in the dirt in fact I feel it would be been mostly the same if they were just girls who lived in the same neighbourhood. so I have decided to remake this series this time taking into account all the things I could have done better in the original the first part should be released in the next few hours
  19. One of the things that I really love is when you have noticed someone squirming or holding...let’s say in a meeting at work, at a party or even casually bumping into them at shops or in the street...and they keep it quiet but you can tell. They perhaps don’t want to say or it feels socially inappropriate so they try and disguise their need but as time goes on it gets rather obvious... anyway I love watching someone in this situation and then that moment when they can’t really deny their body needs any more and they interrupt the flow of conversation or excuse themselves or whatever by saying something like ‘really sorry but I must go to the bathroom quite urgently’ or even a ‘sorry I’m in a hurry to go somewhere’ but you know exactly where they need to go. I think it’s the whole feeling that you know they are holding and I can imagine the pressure and feeling if being really bursting but social etiquette dictates that they can’t ignore a friend or colleague so they are ‘stuck’ despite yearning to be in the toilet instead. I’ve both experienced this and watched it and I find it very alluring. does anyone else?
  20. It is a common rumour among those seeking to become guardians of the queen that the trials you must face will test everything about you. Physical strength, mental fortitude and stamina are things to be expected when you are training to guard the most important woman in the realm. What Sierra, cadet 1st class of the Royal College of warfare, did not expect was a test of bladder strength. When she had summoned by Lillith, Captain-General of the royal guard and a baroness, for a one on one lesson she assumed it would be the usual tests. Some intense sparring practice followed by an exam on what she learned during her time at the college. but what she found in the barren, stone-floored training hall surprised her. Lillith stood naked in the middle of the room, pale sunlight pouring down on her from the stained glass window high above them. Sierra's face turned blood red, and she averted her eyes to the window high above. "My lady, please accept my apologies" Sierra stammered embarrassed for seeing her leader in such a state of undress. "I had no idea that you were not ready for my arrival and will quickly leave if you wish." Sierra prepared herself to be harshly disciplined for her apparent mistake, but, strangely, it never came. "Cadet Sierra, you have done no wrong, lower your head." Sierra swore she must have heard that order wrong "But my lady, you are in no clothes." She heard Lillith come closer, but she would not dare look to see how close. "Cadet, I am supposed to be naked, so look at me. Besides, if you can't bring yourself to look at another woman's naked body, could you bring yourself to cut down a criminal?" Sierra swallowed and lowered her head. "My lady I am prepared to do anything in my service to the crown, I did not know that any test would involve you being naked." Sierra's cheeks were on fire as she laid eyes on Lillith's body for the first time proper, last time was only a short glance at Lillith before her gaze went skyward. The 28-year-old captain trained more than she slept, and the results could easily be noticed. Her 5,7 figure was lean and muscular, with a 6 pack many bodybuilders would kill for. Her dark blonde hair reached down to the small of her back, although Lillith often wore it in a ponytail when on duty. Her pearl green eyes were both beautiful and welcoming to her friends and piercing and menacing to her enemies. Her voluptuous C cup breasts had drawn the eyes of many nobles over the years, but, they were wise to keep such thoughts to themselves after what happened during the new season's dance. Finally, her attention was brought to Lillith's crotch. Her most secret area was hidden from Sierra's view by a large tuft of messily kept hair of the same colour as that on Lillith's head. "Ahem." Lillith's cough snapped Sierra out of her daze, and she quickly came to attention. "Apologies my Lady," she said, quickly spreading her legs and clasping her hands behind her back "Cadet Sierra Leronious reporting as summoned." Lillith nodded in response "Very good cadet, at ease" she ordered. Sierra relaxed her stance but still stayed on her toes, you never knew what these tests would involve. "You have been summoned here for a very special test today cadet, one that will test two attributes you never would have guessed would be something tested. Please take a guess as to what they are." Sierra glanced around, looking for anything in the room that might help her infer the nature of the tests. In the centre of the circular room, marked by an ornate pattern of great complexity, sat two covered jars. There was nothing special about them, no design or engraving on them, they could be empty for all she knew. Her eyes darted around, no sword racks, target dummies, bows and arrows or muskets. The room was as bare as Lillith's body. "My lady, I see no combat training gear nor any material for study. Are we learning hand-to-hand combat?. Captain Annya gave us our advanced lessons two weeks ago" Lillith shook her head "A good guess cadet, but we shall not be doing unarmed training today. What we shall be doing is something you might think unorthodox, even bizarre." Sierra took in a deep breath "My lady, I am willing to do anything in my training, no matter how odd it may be" she declared loud and proud. Lillith smiled "A good attitude to have cadet; especially for one seeking to become a royal guard." Sierra was glowing at the praise she received "Thank you, my lady, I will do whatever you order." Lillith turned on her heels and strode over to the mysterious jars, beckoning Sierra to follow her. She motioned for Sierra to look into the jars, which she promptly did. Inside, reflecting the sunlight seeping in from above, was 800ml of water. "2 jars, 1600 millilitres of the finest water in the land, purified to perfection by the royal mages and exactly 3 degrees Celsius" stated Lillith. Sierra was puzzled, why did she need this? "My lady, forgive me, but I do not understand. Is this water to pour over me as a test of my resistance to the cold or to bath in?" Lillith waved her hand "Neither cadet; they are to drink." Sierra was left with no answer and even more questions. "My lady I don't get it, I make it a priority to be properly hydrated, and this looks a little bit excessive. I would not drink such a large amount before going on duty because it would cause a mighty need to relieve myself." Lillith clapped slowly "And its precisely that urge we are going to fight today; for 2 and a half hours you must hold your urine." TOO BE CONTINUED After finishing Love can bloom from wet shorts (More Madison and Annie will be coming later), I was a bit lost on what to write next. I looked at my ALOA work and decided that the Tennessee story was shit so I had it deleted (The full story will be coming soon, sorry for making you guys wait so long for more shipgirl omo) and am going to rework it. While browsing omo art on Gelbooru, thinking about how I was gonna write the continuation to the ALOA, I came across some art by Dodomesu (https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4662823&tags=dodomesuhttps://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4664017&tags=dodomesuhttps://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4667945&tags=dodomesu) which inspired me to create some fantasy omorashi. This series of stories I plan to stretch across various fantasy races and jobs (eg Elves and Humans Barmaids and Royal guards). I have made up some of the names and created a little world in my head (hence why Lillith is spelt with two l's) where this is set which I hope to flush out throughout the story. I hope you guys enjoy this first part. CIAO.
  21. After the defeat Omega Shenron peaceful times have return, 9 years later both Pan & Bulla are now beautiful young adults (Pan is 23 [according to my search she was 13 to 14 years old] & Bulla is 19 or 21 years old [according to my search she was 10 or 12 years of age in DBGT]). Both Pan & Bulla were busy shopping around a big outlet mall until..... Pan (23): Bulla this has been the best 9 years of peace ever since my Grandpa & others defeated those Shadow Dragons Bulla (19-or-21): I agree though it's kind of sad we haven't seen your grandfather in a while I wonder what happened when he left with Shenron Pan (23): Oh believe me I have been a little sad not seeing him again especially wondering if he is still out there somewhere Bulla (19-or-21): Uh...Mmm... Pan (23): Bulla, what's wrong? Bulla (19-or-21): Well apparently I need to use the restroom, I think I'll go-- Pan (23): Hold it right there Bulla, I got a fun idea Bulla (19-or-21): Can't it wait? Pan (23): Nope, because my fun idea is who can hold in their urine the Longest & who can pee the Farthest *winks & smiles*, whoever Loses must give the Bus Driver change Bulla (19-or-21): What!? Pan we are now young ladies!!! Why must you come up with the ridiculous ideas!!! Pan (23): Oh come on it'll be fun besides just because everything is peaceful nowadays shouldn't mean we should live such boring times right? Bulla (19-or-21): Oh I guess there's no point changing your mind, fine I'll play your stupid game... *makes a Sigh Face* (And I don't even have any money left... oh great) Pan (23): Now that's the spirit *sticks out tongue & eye winks* (I hope Bulla has some money left because I don't have any money more) (Bulla & Pan go to an abandon park where they use to play when they were more young) Pan (23): Ah a familiar place yet not many people come here anymore... Bulla (19-or-21): Pan let's do this now because *graps her groin area* I think I might beat you Pan (23): Alrighty then *opens her water bottle & drinks really fast* Aw... Bulla (19-or-21): *opens her water bottle & drinks really fast too* I can't believe I'm drinking water just to increase my bladder too... (5 Minutes Later): Pan (23) *squirming a bit*: Well Bulla how are you holding up? Bulla (19-or-21) *squirming alot*: Doing fine so far I guess, I don't know how long I can keep this up Pan (23) *squirming a bit*: *Pan pulls out a Small Juice Box she was saving for later but decided to drink all of it* Yum that tastes so good... Bulla (19-or-21) *squirming alot*: (Uh really!? Is she trying to beat me or torture me!) (5 more Minutes later) Bulla (19-or-21) *at her limit*: I must... keep... holding... on... Pan (23) *feeling desperate*: About to give up now? hehehe-um (must keep holding) Bulla (19-or-21) *at her limit*: Must... not... uh-oh *wets her pants a tiny bit, it's a small wet patch on her Red Jeans* Yeah I can't take it any more I can't hold it anymore! Pan (23): I'm with you! (Both pull their pants down side by side and now get to see who can pee the farthest at the same time) Bulla (19-or-21): *aws in big relief by shooting out a huge stream with a loud hissing sound & steam cloud* Oh wow I never knew my urine would beat yours Pan Pan (23): *aws in a slight relief by shooting out a medium stream with a slight hissing sound & a small steam cloud* Aw man even though I kind of beat you at Holding you beat me at Peeing which means... Bulla & Pan: It's a TIE! Pan (23): *finishes peeing* Man I'm thirsty... *looks at Bulla and gets an idea* Mmm... Bulla (19-or-21): *continues her huge stream of piss* Pan what are you--HUH!? (Pan starts drinking Bulla's Urine despite it being a little more yellow & kind of smells) Pan (23): *gulping and finishes drinking* Worth it but regret it, taste salty though Bulla (19-or-21): *still continuing pissing* Pan that is so gross! Do you drink your own urine too or something!? Pan (23): *laughs nervously* Well to be frankly I did it once out of curiosity when I was 16 but luckily I drank alot of water so it wasn't like how your urine tasted Bulla (19-or-21): *finishes peeing & pulls up pants* Like my Dad said, sometimes you really are your Grandpa's Daughter Pan (23): Now what does that supposed to mean!? I know Grandpa wasn't that well-mannered nor that really smart but I'm just trying to live a Fun Life!!! Bulla (19-or-21): Whatever, let's go before our folks get worried also don't forget you lost at your own game so you have to pay the bus driver Pan (23): Yeah about that... We're going to have to call one of our folks to pick us up *laughs nervously* Bulla (19-or-21): *dumbfounded face-look* (Oh great I did that stupid embarrassing contest for nothing) [NOTE: I would like to ask anyone out there to have any Members/Moderators to take down my Previous Fan-Fiction Post since it didn't get any attention whatsoever especially this is a Repost with other Added Tags]
  22. Annie whimpered in her seat, biting her thumb as she shut her eyes. The 18-year-old student crossed her legs almost unnoticed in the back of the study hall. She glanced around. The eyes of her 3 friends were upon her. Madison, who was sitting in front of her, rolled her eyes." Are seriously desperate now? you will ruin your bladder for later." Annie shrugged and calmly uncrossed her legs, her bladder high and dry. "Just teasing you Madison. My bladder is desert status right now." Madison scoffed and turned back to face the front. Madison was always the more serious and competitive of the friend group, constantly in sports tournaments and training sessions. The fun the group was going to have later was her idea to start with. The girls had many friendly contests since they met in year 2, but never a pee holding contest. FLASHBACK Madison thought it was a strange idea when it came to her during a football game, it suddenly appeared along with a spike in her need to pee. Even in the cold December air, she was sweating like crazy. Two jugs of water had already disappeared into her mouth, and a third was well on the way. Every time she stopped, she placed her feet on top of each other to discreetly cross her legs. The growing pressure made her sweat with nervousness. Would she piss herself on the pitch? She began to squeeze her bladder muscles as the need to let go almost caused her to leak. Warm urine threatened to soak her black shorts in front of the whole college team, and a small part of her enjoyed it. From the stands, her friends cheered her on. Susan and Morgan were oblivious to their friend's plight; but not Annie. Annie had loved peeing for as long as she could remember, wetting herself in the bath had become part of her routine, and she could recognise a desperate girl from a mile away. She liked to be called an omorashi enthusiast, but none of her irl friends knew that. Her free time was spent chatting, sharing pictures, and having an overall good time with fellow omo lovers on discord. A personal pride of her's was having a pinned post of her drenched pink knickers with 30 upvotes. After years of watching the wet endeavours of both girls and boys, she could pick out the telltale signs of someone needing an urgent visit to the restroom and right now, Madison was ticking all the boxes. On the pitch, Madison cried out in jubilation as the final whistle blew. Not because her team had won 3-2, but because she could finally go pee. She bolted off the pitch like a girl on a mission because she was. Mission objective: find relief. Annie noticed Madison's urgent departure but the mass exodus of the spectators prevented her from following Madison. Madison came thundering into the changing rooms, screeching around the corner to the showers and probably removing an inch of rubber from her trainers. She froze in the middle of the room and stared at the stainless steel showerheads. One of them dripped steadily onto the floor, each drop sent shock waves through the floor, up her legs, into her urethra, and finally shaking her fragile bladder control. Slowly her left leg crossed over the right "F-f-f-fuck me" her voice was shaky and weak. Her hands made their way to the crotch of her shorts and began to press against her sensitive pussy. Madison could feel her control begin to crack, sweat dripped from her blonde hair done up in her usual ponytail. Once again, the idea of a holding contest fluttered into her mind. Madison was sure she had the largest bladder of the group because of this experience, surely she had at least 1.8 litres inside her at the moment no one could top that. Images of Susan and Morgan sitting in wet puddles came to her, Annie standing before her and shaking in desperation; begging Madison to lose control and pee. Imaginary Madison laughed and declared she could hold for another 4 hours, this broke imaginary Annie; and a flood of urine poured from under her skirt. There was no way Madison would pee herself in front of her crush. A sudden warmth grabbed Madison and threw her back into reality. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down. She suppressed an urge to scream as she saw yellow liquid flow through her fingers and down her legs onto her snow-white shin socks. Her pitch-black shorts were becoming a lot darker as her bladder released its contents into it at an alarming rate, Madison quickly launched herself into the nearest shower stall and slammed the door shut. She knew it was futile to try and regain control and simply let it her bladder have its way. Her urethra pumped out golden urine through her green panties as if they were not there, streams of hot piss ran down each leg and ran into shoes. Madison's hard panting echoed across the room, but louder was the splattering of her pee on the shower room floor. "H-a-a-aaaahhhh s-sso much pee." She lifted up her yellow shirt to protect it from any pee damage, giving her a better look at her shrinking bladder bulge. The warmth in her shorts was matched by her cheeks as the flood subsided and finally finished. Madison was shaking so bad she could hardly stand, she would normally never sit clothed on the damp shower floor, but her clothes were beyond damp at the moment. Running her hands through her hair, she tried to compose herself. The puddle flowed towards to drain and out under the door, anyone walking by would see the yellow tint and notice the slight pee smell and put two and two together. The idea of being discovered like this was too much for Madison. She ran a different route home than usual to prevent her friends from finding her, the black hoodie she would have worn was wrapped around her waist. Arriving at her apartment, she discarded every article of clothing save for her damp, cold panties. Some part of her wanted to keep them on. She slid under her comfy bedsheets with her phone and began to search on google. Why do i sorta like the feeling of wetting my pants? Within a few minutes, she was on a site called Omorashi.org and making an account faster than any other website she had ever been on. The topic she posted that described in detail the day's events grabbed the attention of another user whose identity would stun Madison. Literally down the hall, in her apartment, she purposely bought close to her friend and secret crush, Annie was browsing her favourite site: Omorashi.org. A certain topic had grabbed her attention "Wet my shorts after football and sort of liked it." She could not believe it. It couldn't be Madison surely it couldn't. A quick read later and it confirmed it, yes it was Madison. Her crush sort of enjoyed her wetting. Also, she wet and did not go to the loo. The vivid description from Madison sent Annie's hormones into overdrive, and, within 4 minutes, she had orgasmed all over her sofa. Annie silently thanked past Annie for not using her real name for her profile so that now she could covertly speak with Madison online. Back in her own apartment Madison browsed the seemingly endless galleries on the org. A notification suddenly appeared. Someone had messaged her directly. Another notification came quickly after, the same user had followed her. Madison adjusted herself in bed before starting to type Annabladder456: "Hey there." Madisonwantshugs23: "Hello." Annabladder456: "I really liked your shorts wetting story, you were really brave to hold and keep playing." Madisonwantshugs23: "Thank you so much it felt really good to let it go, but, I was a bit unsure of why I liked it at first." Madisonwantshugs23: "Some of the topics on here helped me figure out why I liked it." Annabladder456: "What was the reason?" Madisonwantshugs23: "It felt so good to release all the pressure, and the warm pee felt so good on my legs." Annie's heart fluttered. Annabladder456: "That's the reason I like it as well, I personally love wetting panties and skirts." Madisonwantshugs23: "Cool, can I see some pic if you have some?" Annie sent a few pictures, one was the skirt that she wore to college constantly. "Shit" she whispered. Madisonwantshugs23: "Wow your skirt's and panties are so fucking cute, that skirt in the 3rd picture looks like one my bestie wears a lot lol." Annie was panicking and sweating profusely. Annabladder456: "Really? sorry if that is weird for you." Madisonwantshugs23: "It's actually a great thing." Annie's eyes went wide. Annabladder456: "It is?" Madisonwantshugs23: "Yeah, she is called Annie, and I have a secret crush on her *blushing emoji*." Annie's heart leapt out of her chest. For 4 minutes she lay on her sofa, in a love inflicted daze. Was this a dream? She slapped herself and picked up her phone. Madisonwantshugs23: "You okay? You went quiet for a bit." Annabladder456: "I'm fine, just went for a drink *winking emoji." Madisonwantshugs23: "Cool, can I get your opinion on something?" Annabladder456: "Sure" Madisonwantshugs23: "I want to try a friendly competition with my close friends, including Annie, where we hold our pee." Annie was not a religious person, but a god must be smiling on her at the moment. Annabladder456: "I say go for it, but be gentle about it and don't push it hard." Madisonwantshugs23: "I will thank so much, gtg now cya later." Annie went to bed having cum 3 times and peed in her pants twice. She woke up having soaked her bed. All these events had happened three weeks ago, the next day Annie was at college, Madison asked her about the contest. A large scarf and her long brown hair hid her deep blush as she accepted Madison's challenge. Susan and Morgan were apparently less enthusiastic, but they agreed to do it nevertheless. END FLASHBACK As Madison turned back towards the front, the bell rang. Today was the final day of college until January, three weeks of nothing to do. The four girls left the college and began the walk back to Madison's apartment. Madison had two toilets in case of emergency, so it was decided to hold the contest there. Susan and Morgan lagged behind a bit and chatted to one another, Annie quickened her pace and came alongside Madison. The 6-foot athletic Blonde turned her head slightly to hide her increasingly crimson cheeks. Annie's 5,6 form shook as she chuckled silently. "Nice view of your ponytail Madison, excited for tonight?" Madison licked her dry lips "Yeah, I'm excited, heh, more then you could know." Annie hid a knowing smile by adjusting her long free-flowing light brown hair. "I bet you are Maddie. I bet you are." TOO BE CONTINUED. This is the 100000000% better story made from the remains of "the omo vulture". I really enjoyed doing something not Azur Lane, but that will still be something i do. Thanks to Lynn and M1racle on the discord for helping me with names for the girls.
  23. Chapter 1-Trying to get a wee before leaving Monica scrubbed her body as the boiling hot water poured all over her, flowing down in tiny rivers that splashed below and went down the drain. Her rock hard muscle, yet very thin tan body shined in this hot water which steamed up the whole bathroom. Monica whistled while she soaped up her broad shoulders. Lots of girls had hot bodies, but Monica made sure she had the one no boy would expect growing up. Having started lifting weights in high school, and having just graduated college and working as an engineer at a plant for construction projects, she now built a well-fit body that got a lot of guy’s attention at college. One guy while she waited in line for dinner at college her sophomore year grabbed her ass, and she flipped around, twisted his nipples and brought him to the ground. The whole cafe cheered that day and the douchebag was expelled, from that moment on men (and some women) loved this brown hair women’s muscular tan body. Not tall, average girl heigh. She rubbed the shampoo through her hair as her nipples flattened from the hot water, her awesome body in v-shape down as she bent over in that moment and scrubbed her crotch, getting a bit aroused while doing so. She finished and headed out the door, her roommate Emma bouncing in agony and rushed in. Monica hid her small laugh. “Oops” she said. She shared the house with a couple friends. Monica slipped into her tight black skirt that seemed to be a little too short for work which showed off her sexy hard calf’s and ass of steel. She put on a tight White top without sleeves just over the shoulders but boy did it show off those two breasts that were round and hard as bricks. She slipped her sock less feet into some black high heels. She brushed her dark brown hair so it went straight down just past the shoulders and was perfectly wavy. She drank the last bit of her morning coffee she left on her dresser before she showered, then went downstairs for a refill and drank that right down. “Ok, I should head out,” Monica said, seeing the clock. She lived in the city and had to take the train to work. She bagged the blueprints of the project they were working on at her plant, and felt a very small twitch in her abdomen. Well, that coffee traveled fast. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. Her roommate was still in there. “Emma, you almost done? I have to get going and I want to use the bathroom one more time before I leave.” “I have to get ready too ya know!” Emma yelled. She worked in the mayors office. Monica sighed. Her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep it together. “Ok, but it’s a bit of a ride to work, I just want to go one last time. I think I drank down my coffee too fast.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow in wonder if she will get in or not? “Is it an emergency?” Emma asked without concern in her voice. Monica rolled her eyes. The fuck was this chick’s problem!? “No, but come on, let me in. I barely feel it but I just want to let it out now.” “Door is open,” Emma said. Monica opened the door, and there was sexy Emma in a pile of soapy bubbles that leaked over the edge of the tub. Monica put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot in annoyance. When was Emma gonna get out of the tub. Seeing the toilet right there caused a slight jolt in her bladder. “Well, you gonna go or not?” “Not with you in the bathroom with me!” “Pff. Come on girls don’t have shy bladders, it in our nature. Now get going.” Monica could squash that myth in a heartbeat. She was a tough chick, but after twenty-three years on this earth, she fell weak when it was her bladder, peeing with someone on the other end of the door was hard enough, but in the same room!? Monica just shook her head and went downstairs and out the door. “I’ll just go at the train station,” she said to herself. She was almost done with her apple when she got there, her bladder having been humped around as she speed-walked there since she was running late after having to argue with Emma. The twitches made her lips curl to the side a couple times having felt slight discomfort against her abdomen. She grabbed her ticket after she paid at the machine, and saw sadly the women bathrooms were out of order. A long line of men and women waited outside the men’s room. She tossed her arms up. She sighed having become annoyed. She did all she could, hopped on her train, crossed her legs and wiggled the foot that went over the other leg as the train made its destination to the other end of the city where Monica worked. She got off and ate the rest of her apple as she entered the ladies bathroom. The pressure now stayed there in her abdomen. Nothing extreme, but it was like a hot bubble was growing and pushing against her insides slightly without stopping. There was only a couple stalls in this bathroom, and one was occupied as Monica noticed the other women’s feet. Monica went into the stall but her phone started buzzing. A text message from her boss Alicia. It read: CODE RED! NEED ALL SUPERVISIORS ON THE PROJECT IN ENTRANCR HALL IN NEXT TWO MINUTES! “Fuck!” Monica said as she looked at the time. She had to clock in five minutes or she’d be late. She looked down at the toilet, frowned, as there was her relief but there be no way to make it in time to the meeting if she peed. The urk of being a woman, you could not just wiggle it and be done. It was a process. She bounced a little, annoyed, and She bit the last part do her apple and tossed it in the toilet and hit the flush handle with her foot as she left without peeing. The flushing sound causing her to blink hard and raise one leg backwards trying to stay tight and keep it in. The remaining stub of the apple being flushed down the into the plumbing, the twitches in her bladder becoming more aggressive that one would start to try find a bathroom at this point. To be continued...
  24. Chapter 1 Daria was dying. Her bladder pressed hard against the tight waist of her khakis that cut off at the ankles to show off her sexy feet in designer flip flops. Her tight top stretched tight over her boobs as her tits erected out like arrowheads from the pressure she dealt with. The physical agony was bad enough. Those five water bottles she sucked down throughout the party had really gone to her. She was sitting and talking to some other twenty something years olds like herself from around town in her college campus while crossing and shaking her legs aggressively. “Oh holy crap,” she whispered to herself. So low, as it was from an intense and slight pulse that made her feel like her belly would pop out any second. Her toes curled as her feet shook and sweat fell down her head. “Why did I drink so much and hold it for so long?” She wondered. Daria got up from her chair and prayed there wouldn’t be a line at the bathroom. Apparently there was only one in the house but alas, she stopped in the hallway and threw her arms up in frustration then rubbing her hands down her face as her legs squeezed over each other tight. She stated at three other girls as beautiful as she was squirming gently outside the bathroom door painfully holding back their bladders as well. The one at the front, Erin, was in a red sweater and black tights with slippers. She held her hand gently against her crotch as she bounced with an annoyed expression across her face. Behind her was Alex. A thin and tan hottie with long legs in short short jeans and a red shirt with buttons. Her arms wrapped around her chest and bit her lips as her foot tapped. Behind her and in front of Daria was Joanna. A tall gal with tight blue jeans and wearing a purple top. She stood with her legs crossed and hands in her pockets. Anxious and in agony . Daria walked up asked, “Um, I’m sorry to trouble you. But....could I possibly cut in front?” The girls all turned their heads shocked as they were bouncing around themselves. “Hells no.” They each replied. Daria felt like collapsing to her knees and crying however, she had to pursue on. She squirmed at the end of the line, legs rubbing against each other and feet pacing back and forth as she worried and held in a watery load anxiously. Meanwhile not far behind was Billy. A horny omorashi obsessed guy who from behind the corner of the wall started to cum himself in aw from watching those four beauties squirm . To be continued
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