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  1. *Hello everyone! This is a bit of a side project I decided to make while I slowly work my way towards the next chapter of my main interactive story: ' Make her squirm... For Science! ' I wanted to have something to provide to the website and my fellow appreciators of hyper desperation in the meantime. This is something that will be a lot simpler (at least for me) and that I'll be writing on my phone as opposed to on desktop, so this will get posts more often, but the quality may suffer as a result, If that doesn't bother you then I hope you all enjoy! Otherwise, stay tuned ❤️* The "Letter" "Greetings, mortals..." - A voice rings out from your scanner, an anomaly is speaking directly to you from beyond the stars. - "I am Glieshia, the Great Retainer, be not afraid for I contact you with only a humble request..." The static slowly clears from the device, and the anomaly's voice can be heard clearly, and yet... It always sounds like it's directly behind your head, no matter where you turn. "I understand your purpose, you all view me as a threat to your existence, anomalies beyond your understanding tend to be, after all... But I assure you I have your best interest in mind, your survival after all, is necessary for my existence, as is yours to mine..." The scanner can't get enough information on the entity communicating with you, just as this becomes clear, the screen changes to the image of an eye... With a combination of colors that form beautiful shifting patterns within the iris. The 'white' of the eye is colored a light bronze and the pupil shines, just enough to cause a little bit of distortion on the screen... The entity has already learned how to project its image onto your devices, and yet it has chosen to keep most of itself hidden, say for its alluring eyes - both now being revealed as it adjusts itself on the screen - displayed with a hint of sorrow in their expression. "Mortals, please... I understand your fear, but you are yet to understand my predicament, I kindly request that you put your fears aside and help me, my goal is to benefit us both..." The anomaly's... Voice, is slowly but surely revealing itself to be a bit more shaken. In the beginning of the approach, it was gracious, spoken with the authority and dignity of a queen, and yet now, it sounds more akin to a prisoner... A fancy and well-spoken prisoner, but prisoner nonetheless. What action will you take in contacting this entity, brave researchers?
  2. Hey all! This is a little something I had in mind as I slogged through finals week in between Omo fics. Basically, I had the idea of a girl who would write to a site like this one as a series of "blog posts", where the responses here sort of simulated real time. For example, I would have a particular time stamp for each entry of the blog post and each response from you all would count as if it were a blog response in real-time for the character in question. To put it perhaps more simply, think the Live-action Omorashi section of the Omorashi & Peeing Experiences tab, but over a longer period of time with a character that could (if you wish :P) hold for much, much longer, hence the title! Responses would be in the form of requests to the character in order to get her to burst, and I'd be accepting any response at any point in the story, granted I could write it in to some level of realism. Obviously I hope to get as many responses as I can, but I'd hope to get at least three, maybe two responses per post to give me something to work with. And if two responses are somewhat conflicting, the decider would be the response that gets the most reactions or "upvotes", or I'll decide which one I prefer myself for the story. So please, let me hear those responses! Now with that out of the way... --------------------------------------------------------------- First Post: Monday, 12:03 PM Hi! My name is Serena! I'm a 23 year old girl just out of college for Summer vacation, and I have a special request for all of you: Make me burst. You see, at a young age I never seemed to need to go to the bathroom seemingly ever. Even on long road trips or movie marathons with endless drinks, I rarely ever sweated about going to the restroom. Safe to say, I have a pretty strong bladder. Don't get me wrong. I love the feeling of a long, hard, piss after holding it the entire day. It's one of my favorite things to do! I love peeing naked, clothed, on the toilet, in public, in the shower, on myself, you name it, I've done it. Probably. But there is one thing I have been unable to do within my time as being an Omorashi fanatic, and that is uncontrollably piss myself. I'll try and try, but no matter how much I drink, no matter how much my bladder bulges (spoiler: It's ALOT), no matter how long I hold it, I've never been able to flat out lose control. I either get bored, or come across a situation where it became incredibly inconvenient to hold any more. It's been driving me crazy for years! So it is that I come to you, the "experts" of peeing oneself, with the full relinquishment of my autonomy, to make me piss myself. Even if I beg, plead to pee, you should not and will not let me. From the moment that this is posted, every one that participates in my thread will have control over what I drink, how much I should drink, and what I should do. I'll do anything and everything (within some level of reason) that is asked of me in this thread! I am truly desperate to experience what a true wetting is like. Well, not desperate in the way you would normally think; I just peed like a pressure washer a few minutes ago, cementing the beginning of my relinquishment and the start of my hold at exactly noon my time. And that's all I have to say! Please offer up anything you'd like me to do that you think will start me on my path to a bursting bladder! I'm eager to hear your responses! -Serena
  3. (Hey all, this is a story I've been brainstorming for quite some time. I hope to take this one to a good length and that you'll all enjoy this little personal project! That being said, some details should be given about this story to gauge your interest as a reader. This story contains excessive, unrealistic, and near or plainly impossible bladder holding and body standards often referred to as "hyper". The story is merely an exaggeration of real life, and should be treated as nothing more than a fun story. This story also has rather intense scenes of male and female lust and sex, including full bladder sex. If the idea of sex and sexual themes, beit inside or outside the context of omorashi, make you uncomfortable, this story is probably not for you. Feedback is always appreciated. Ideas for the story and constructive criticism is always appreciated! Without further ado, please enjoy the story! -OrionsBelt) Chapter I: Local Bar, Saturday, 1:48AM Avalynn emptied her third and final drink of the night as she sat at the bar. She could start to feel herself feel the effects of it's alcohol content. The cocktails are by no means weak, but she had a rather strong tolerance built from her college days. She sighed in disappointment. It's been another day without a man to take home to fulfill her primitive needs. She even got all dressed up for it. She was by all means an attractive woman: she was on the short side, but her chest, rump, thighs, and hips were plump enough to show off, which she did with a black mini-skirt and a low cut blouse to accentuate her busty cleavage. She even went the extra mile to wear a pretty skimpy thong to please anybody lucky enough to get a peek. She twirled her brown wavy bangs, and looked around the room one last time. It was late on a Friday night, it seemed everyone in the bar was minding their own business, partying and celebrating the end of the week and the start of the weekend. No one seemed interested in hooking up, despite a few looks of speculation at her eye candy. Closing time was soon, the bar was pretty much empty by now, but something else was not. A lurch from her bladder forced her attention. She wasn't necessarily thin: she had a bit of chub on her belly, but her bladder created a noticeable bump in her abdomen beyond that, that stretches the waistband of her mini skirt. It was about time, Ava thought to herself. She had been holding for a day and a half, and only now did her bladder start to give a strong response. One and a half days of holding back her urine would seem beyond realistic to exceeding impossible, but it was fairly normal for Avalynn. Despite her rather small frame, she was blessed with a bladder that could stretch and contort better than any contortionist. She could easily hold for days, but just as anyone else, she had a limit, even if that limit was bewilderingly high for anyone of a "normal bladder", as Ava would often put it. Yes, she found a sense of pride in her unique ability, she scoffed at the idea of using a bathroom that wasn't her own, and she would often tease her friends in college about how badly they needed to pee all the time. Ah, she missed those days. Nevertheless, her bladder desired her attention, although, knowing herself, she knows she could hold on for a fair bit longer, perhaps until the morning and then some, making it well into two days of holding. Her best was roughly three and a half days of torturous holding, after she made it a personal challenge to not relieve herself on a camping trip with her family 5 years ago when she was 18. That was certainly tough, especially with the heat causing her to drink plenty to stay hydrated. She recollected on her hold of the past day and a half. She woke up on Thursday with a very strong urge to piss having held for another two days beforehand. She decided to relieve herself upon getting out of bed, doing so over the course of several minutes. This was just another natural occurrence for her: her bladders extreme elasticity and strength allowed liters upon liters of liquid to flow through her like a hot knife through butter. Her "metabolism" for liquid is seemingly very strong, as it seems everything that goes in is quickly transformed into a near equal amount of urine in her bladder. Not to worry, she still receives some good hydration and nutrients from anything she drinks, no matter how much of it is filtered through to her capacious tank in her abdomen. The rest of her Thursday went as to be expected for a work day. Avalynn works at a design firm as a promising designer herself, but is still stuck with mostly busywork given her lack of experience, having just finished her degree the Spring semester last year. The AC in the old building was having some issues, so Ava spent her workday drinking plenty of water and iced tea on the warm Spring day. It wasn't too bad for her, but she felt for the guys wearing long pants today; she was only mildly warm in her professional but short skirt and blouse. Work otherwise went smoothly, she went home, ate dinner, browsed the internet, and went to sleep... Just a normal day for Ava. Except... There was another aspect of Avalynn that is more than meets the eye other than her gargantuan bladder capacity. Ava had a fantastic and relentless libido. Yes, it seemed ever since her teen years she was as easy to bring to heat as an egg in a spitting hot pan. She would often bring several pairs of panties to work or out on the town just in case she drenched the ones she was currently wearing. In fact, it was mostly the reason she wore what was basically a thong tonight; it was less likely to chaff her legs as it got wet with her juices. And that night, just as any night, morning, day, or afternoon, her panties were sopping wet with her lust. Oh, how badly she wanted to hook up tonight, and feel a deep hard cock feeling up her insides... Errr, excuse me... Any given day, right after she wakes up, right after she gets home from work, and right before she goes to bed, she needs a way to relieve herself of her lust. Sometimes if she has time, she'll even try to squeeze a session to relieve herself before she leaves for work, and during or after dinner. On some desperate occasions she even did it in the company restroom. - Not relieving herself of any burden of her bladder, of course. Unfortunately for poor Ava, she could never feel truly satisfied from her attempts at relief even with toys and the best "self-help" books and materials, she craved something big and warm inside her. - Besides her bladder. Anyway, Friday. Wake up, go to town on herself, and go to work. This Friday was especially fortunate, as the office had landed a big long-term client, and the office was in celebration. Plenty of drinks, food, and good times were had. Ava in particular succumbed to the seduction of her favorite drinks of lemonade and Cola, drinking what seemed to be liters and liters of the sweet drinks, along with the coffee and water she would normally drink. By this point Ava's bladder, having held on for more than a day, was rather needy in its requests to excuse itself. Ava enjoyed the feeling of a slowly filling bladder, knowing at some point she would be able to spill all of its contents for minutes on end, providing her with the best satisfaction she could feel without the aid of some male organs. Mmm... It sure would feel good though... After drinking her weight in sugar drinks and water, Ava's other needs called to her at the end of the work day. She decided "What the hell?" and go out looking for someone to hook up with, something she hasn't done since her early college days. She hasn't had the best of luck with them in the past, but her attempts at relieving her libido continued to grow more and more tiresome and less satisfying, so she had to mix it up a bit. And here she was, after spending the good part of 6 hours trying to look cute and sexy to the patrons of the bar, she turned up empty handed. "Damnit..." She squeezed her legs together as her needy pussy dripped in lust. Her panties were soaked, and it was her last pair after changing out of two previous pairs. Having going into the bathroom to switch out her undergarments, her bladder quietly pleaded at the sight of the toilet, but Ava barely acknowledged it as her desire for her other need outweighed it, but it seems to be shifting by this point. "Sighhhhhh..." Ava never felt quite so needy and alone in her life. Sure, all she wanted was a hook-up, but she wished she had her college friends back, or even just someone with something in common to chat with, perferably a guy with a good package... And chiseled abs... And could bench press a bear... And had a scruffy beard... and had a 12 inch- "Excuse me? Miss...?" Ava snapped back to reality, her sad, horny, lonely reality. "Oh? Huh?" The bartender looked at her with a polite smile. "You seemed to be dosing off or lost in your thoughts. I hate to interrupt but we're asking patrons of the bar to begin to exit, if you please." "Oh, uh, sure. Sorry... What do I owe?..." She looks up at the bartender. Except, it wasn't the one that was serving her drinks before. The one that did was shorter, and didn't speak a word, only nodding at the request of more drinks and small talk, with not interest in her. Perhaps he was a mute, which should've been her first clue this one was different. She had a few drinks, cut her some slack. She looked up at the new bartender. His face was grizzled with light brown facial hair with flowing brown hair the barely covered his right eye of blue hue. His smile and face oozed charisma and charm, and his frame, its like she had to crick her neck as she looked up at him. Six foot, two inches at the very least, which towered over her modest height of five foot four. His shirt was tight and showed he had some muscle, not a bodybuilder, but he definitely worked out, maybe enough to even lift her off her feet. Her attraction to him was swift and forceful, her lady parts being sent into overdrive as it burned with passion and need. She could be turned on by a variety of people, but... but... She needed him. "Hey, you're not the same bartender as before.~" She said with a slightly flirtatious tone. "Yep. I'm the closing 'tender. I make sure everyone gets their last drinks in before getting out. And those too stubborn or drunk to leave, I make them leave." He said in a joking-but-serious way. Ava laughed with him. "Well, I promise I won't give you any trouble. What's your name?" She asked as she played with her hair a bit. "Matthew. And you're Avalynn, right?" Ava was a bit taken aback he already knew her name. "What, are you a psychic or something? How did you know my name?" she questioned playfully. "...Your name is on the bill, silly." Urp. Uh, a little awkward, but Ava persisted. "Yeah, I suppose I am, hehe. I guess I had a little too much to drink... And stayed out later than I thought." "That's alright Ms. Avalynn. If you're not comfortable, we can order a cab for you to get home in." "No! I want to talk to you! Please! Come home with me! Take me! Breed me!!!" her lustful brain thought to herself. Ava could hardly repress her urges at this point. Even if the conversation was a bit awkward, she needed him more than she needed air to breath. "I'm... not really comfortable taking a cab. Do you... think I can stay here at the bar for a while, Matthew...?" She looked at him with puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work on her parents. Matthew conceded. "I suppose you can stay until after I close, and call me Matt, Ms. Avalynn." "Oh, thank you Matt! And, you can just call me Ava, ok?~" Ava said with a bit of seduction in her voice as she presented her bosom on the bar, which in turn contorted her expanding bladder. "Ava, I like that name. I'm gonna get some of these stragglers out of here, then we can chat some more, ok?" And so time quickly passed to 3:30 AM, one and a half hours after close. Ava and Matt certainly hit it off, as they found more and more in common: music tastes, video games, books and movies, and even shared the same soda preferences. All the while Ava was subtly flirting with him and revealing a little more of herself to him, which he started to reciprocate by being seductive back. "Ok. Its time to reel him in." Ava thought to herself. "Hey Matt,~ I know its late and we just met, but... do you think you can take me back to my apartment...? You can come inside if you'd like, I'll make some coffee, my treat~" Ava laid her cards on the table, all that was left was to see Matt's hand. He took the hint. "Sure thing Ava, I'd love to bring you home safe and sound. Lets get going." Ava began to sat up from her stool, a bit too fast in her excitement. Her bladder sloshed and ached as she stood, it took a conscious effort to hold her dam shut after being inactive for a while. "A-ah~" She winced in pain as she struggled to compose herself. "You okay Ava?" Matt asked sincerely. "Y-yeah. Just had a bit too much to drink is all, I really gotta pee. I can wait till I'm home though." "By all means, then lets hurry to your place." Matt stepped from behind the counter, and it was the first time Ava saw his lower half... And could plainly see a bulge in his pants that snaked down his pant leg a bit. This couldn't have gotten Ava any more excited as she was practically dripping with enthusiasm from her pussy. All she had to do was play along, and she was sure she could score a winner. And so she did. It was a short drive to her place but it took an even shorter amount of time for the two to get busy once they were in her apartment. Ava liked her men "big", and Matt was no exception. His penis, amazingly, was ten inches long. That bulge she saw? Only half-mast. As Matt penetrated her over and over again on her bed she felt she would split in half, but her excess pussy juices made his dick of such length and girth slide almost effortlessly in and out of her. Along with that, his cock pushed on her already swollen bladder, stretching it and contorting it to the point that her abdomen bulged a few inches from the rest of her body. And that's not all. When Matt came, his load was excessive. It filled her womb with his hot seed and made her belly bulge almost another half inch. She finally reached what she desired after so long. Being full of a deep, long cock, with a uterus full of hot cum. She felt full, and satisfied. The intense sex and orgasm after orgasm persisted long into the night, only when the light of dawn broke were the two lovers in heat able to be exhausted to the point of drifting off to sleep in Ava's bed. Ava could finally say she was satisfied of her burden, and she dozed off. But her bladder could not say the same, and it would not for quite some time. To be continued.
  4. This was a commission I did! Hope you all enjoy! “...Hmm...swear this used to be cheaper…” 26-year-old Ricky Foster grumbled to himself as he frowned down at the can of kidney beans in his hand. He had been standing in the canned vegetable aisle for the past 5 minutes, one hand on his cart and the other still clasped around the aluminum cylinder that he was sure had inexplicably gone up in price since he was last at the store. He supposed that’s what he’d signed up for, though, when he decided to do his Doctorate in California...come for the top notch oceanography programs, stay for the random upswings in price of non-perishables. With a sigh, he tossed the can into his cart and moved on, pulling out his phone to check his list. All that was left was corn, canned tomatoes and this cobalt-blue eyes sweeping the shelves. He only had a few more items left, and they were all in this aisle; he’d been deliberate about that, marking the quickest pathway between himself and the checkout counter to retrieve his groceries. Ricky always liked having a solid plan when undertaking mundane expeditions such as these; conserving time was always a goal of his. It had to be, especially when balancing a dual major in biology and nature conservation for undergrad… impeccable time management was paramount to success. He pushed his cart further down, eyes already on the corn… there was but a single can of his favorite brand left. Perfect timing. He reached for the can, not noticing another hand reaching for the same one. As the two hands touched, he blinked, looking down with slight irritation at who would be trying to muscle in on his corn… then suddenly, his eyes widened. It was a woman, Latina, early thirties, clad in a pink t-shirt and lycra black leggings. Her dark haired tied in a ponytail underneath a ratty worn cap...but there was no mistaking those brilliant green eyes, nor the cute little dimple in her caramel cheeks… a dimple he’d been unable to look away from, all those years ago in 11th grade Anatomy… he suddenly felt very self-conscious about his choice of t-shirt, gym shorts and sandals. “...Ms. Jiminez!?” He breathed, staring down at his former teacher. The woman herself blinked, as if confused to hear her name as she turned to him. “...I’m sorry, do I know you?” She murmured in that sweet, slightly accented strain Ricky had always felt fond of. The young man nodded, smiling widely. “Y-yeah, it’s me, Ricky Foster! We were...I was in your class, back at Westmond High in Nevada? Class of 2013?” The woman blinked before realization slowly dawned on her face, her own eyes widening. “...Ricky?” She breathed incredulously before shrieking in delight as she threw her arms around him in a hug. Her teakwood locks smelled just like he remembered...cacao and cinnamon, with a hint of orange. Ricky immediately reddened, but he returned the hug emphatically, trying his best not to let on how flustered he was. The woman pulled back with a chuckle, her eyes sparkling as she grinned up at him. “Wow, I...I’m so sorry, I didn't even recognize you! You’re so tall, now! God, it’s been...what, seven years?” She exclaimed. Ricky swallowed, but he nodded in assent. “Yeah, something like that, haha…” He chuckled in turn, smiling down at the woman. “Last time I saw you was graduation, back home…” He recounted, thinking back to walking across the stage to receive his high school diploma… seeing Ms. Jiminez’s disarming smile...nearly tripping over his gown… The woman laughed again. “Wow, seems like just yesterday you were sliding into class early to work on homework before the bell rang… you were always the only student that did…” Ricky remembered that, too...Sidling into 1st period Anatomy a half hour before class started to get work done. Ms. Jiminez was always early to school, and her classroom was open an hour before the first bell… Ricky would always love going in there, seeing all the diagrams and charts she kept around the room, and the skeleton in the corner that she would dress up for the holidays...a santa hat for christmas, a pilgrim hat for Thanksgiving, a sash saying “If I didn’t have you, I wouldn’t have any-body” for Valentines Day… he could always count on her for a bright smile and a warm greeting, which he began to rely on to start his day...and sometimes, in the winter, she’d bring a thermos of her abuela’s spiced hot chocolate, and share it with him... Clearing his throat and sincerely hoping his face wasn’t red as it felt, he looked back up at her...and for the first time, he noticed that her left hand was bare...conspicuously absent the engagement ring he’d so often scowl at in his youth. “So...what brings you out here?” He asked, forcing his eyes up from her hand to her face. The woman took a deep breath, letting it fill up her cheeks before blowing it back out. “Wow, um...well, a lot of things, really. I’m from here, actually, did you know? Well, not here here, but, San Diego... born and raised.” She uttered proudly, grinning again. “And, um...Obviously, I’m not teaching at Westmond anymore...family moved here a few years back, and Mom’s getting on in age... all my brothers are abroad, and both my sisters have husbands and kids, so they aren’t really around to look in on her… they suggested maybe I move back home…” She said with a dry chuckle, folding her arms. “And, well, after how I left things with Martin, I didn’t see anything tethering me to Nevada…” She murmured, her voice trailing off as a cloud came over her face. Suddenly, she snapped out of it with a shake of her head. “Ahah, but you don’t want to hear about all that, I’m sure, haha…” She chuckled. “Anyway, a school in La Jolla offered me a pretty sweet gig with a position funded by their new science endowment, and I took it.” She said, shrugging. Ricky’s eyes widened. Ms. Jiminez lived here now? “That’s great!” He exclaimed, a little more excitedly than he meant to. “Like...A whole new crop of kids are gonna get the best Biology teacher around...” The woman chuckled. “You’re too kind… and yeah...Seemed like the universe was pushing me back here, so...here I am!” She laughed. “Guess it pushed you here, too, huh?” Ricky had been so caught up in processing the fact that she was no longer engaged that he nearly missed her question. “Huh? Oh, yeah, uh...I’m doing my Doctorate, over at UCSD...got a great oceanography program over there…” The woman tapped her chin, still grinning. “Ooh, oceanography...sounds fancy…” She chuckled. Ricky returned the smile, albeit a bit nervously...He cursed himself for being so awkward. So what if it was the teacher he used to crush on, whose beauty was only exceeded by her kindness? So what if it was her class that made him want to pursue biology, and later oceanography? So what if she was now single and living in the same city as he was? ….So what? He chuckled to silence his inner dialogue. “Yeah, I guess you could say that...they’ve got all the best equipment for flora and fauna capture, water sampling, profilers...there’s even a grant proposal being written up to send a student probe to the Mariana, they’ll-” He stopped himself as he realized he was rambling, his face reddening for what seemed like the umpteenth time. “Ah...sorry…” He chuckled. The woman laughed again. “Not at all! I always loved seeing how your face lit up when you talked about this stuff in school...there’s hardly a better feeling for a teacher than seeing a student who’s passionate about learning…” She murmured, smiling gently up at him. He smiled back, looking down into her eyes… those deep, hypnotic green eyes… Shaking his head, he cleared his throat once more. “Ah, so, yeah, um...Did you...want this?” He murmured, looking back at the can of corn in his hand. The woman’s eyes followed his to the can, and a sheepish smile spread on her face. “Ah, this is kind of embarrassing, but...that’s my favorite kind…” She chuckled. “My mother always used to use it when making empanadas...reminds me of my childhood…” Ricky looked up, his eyes wide. “Really? This is my favorite kind, too! Cause my mom would make corn muffins with little bits of corn in it…” Both of them stared at each other before bursting out laughing, sharing in the ridiculousness of having a favorite corn brand. They spent the next few moments heeing and hawing and having a grand old time before finally calming down enough to revel in the breaking of tension. Wiping a tear from his eye, Ricky took a few gulpfuls of air to get himself back right. “Ha...haha here, you can have it, Ms. Jiminez…” He chortled, handing over the corn. “Oh no, I think I’ll be fine, I’m sure Mom’s got cans of the stuff…” the woman murmured, still grinning as she held up her hands. “Besides...this chat is worth the corn…and please, call me Daniela...” She murmured, smiling up at him again. Ricky swallowed. “Ah..okay...Daniela...I insist…” He murmured, holding the corn out to her. The woman looked at him for a moment before smiling and taking the can. “Well, if you insist…” She chuckled. “Well, um...that’s all I need…” He murmured, racking his brains to try and figure out a way to keep the conversation from ending. The woman sighed gently, still slightly giggly. “Well, since I got the corn, guess I’m all set too…Ready for checkout?” She chuckled, moving towards the line… Clearly she didn’t want the conversation to end either. Ricky followed, his own smile lingering. Just then, an announcement came over the intercom. “Attention, Ralph’s shoppers...due to a burst water main, the toilets will be out of commission for the next few hours...we apologize for this inconvenience…” The announcement cut off just as some muffled shouting could be heard. Ricky frowned, his eyes flitting to the end of the aisle and towards the checkout lanes, where a middle-aged blonde woman in jeans and a blouse could be seen arguing vociferously with a frazzled looking store clerk. She appeared to be pointing and yelling in frustration, occasionally pointing back at the out-of-commission restrooms. She looked to be holding a dancing little girl by the hand, obviously in need of a toilet. And if the way the woman was bending at the hip and pressing her own thighs together was any indication, her daughter wasn’t the only one. Ricky felt his heart skip a beat. Unbeknownst to anyone, he had a...fetish, one would call it. For as long he could remember, he’d had an obsession with watching women hold their pee… he’d spent many a night hour on various adult sites, scrolling through pages of videos detailing women in situations where they were forced to ignore the call of nature, stuck in places with overflowingly full bladders and unable to empty them… He’d take himself in hand, stroking along to the rhythm of their bouncing thighs, his own bladder near full to bursting as he worked himself up to a climax while watching the bulbous protrusions in each of the women’s abdomens. “Huh…” Ricky muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. “That’s... inconvenient…” He murmured, his eyes shifting over to Ms. Jiminez as they made their way to the checkout. The woman chuckled, looking at him. “Is it?” Ricky blinked, now turning fully to look at her. “...Isn’t it?” He murmured, feeling his pulse quicken. The woman merely shrugged. “I dunno...maybe for her...Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is, she can just wait till she gets home…That’s what I’d do, anyway...” Ricky swallowed again, taking a deep breath. “Well, she might have other places to go...might be a long time to wait…” The woman chuckled again. “She’s a grown woman, she’ll be fine…” Ricky didn’t even know how to respond… how could he? He couldn’t very well tell her why he was so interested… Luckily, it seemed Ms. Jiminez had moved on already, sighing as she looked around. “You know...this store wasn’t even here when I was a kid...the whole city’s changed so much, though I guess 15 years away will do that, heh…” Ricky could hear the blood thundering in his ears as he pulled out his debit card to complete the transaction. “Well, I mean...I’ve been out here for some time, and I know it can be... kinda tricky, to navigate...So, uh... If you’re looking for a re-introduction, I could show you some of my favorite spots… like, there’s a cafe near here that’s got great muffins…you know, if you like that...sort of thing...” He ramblingly offered, trying to keep his voice light despite the trembling in his chest. The woman blinked, slowly turning to look up at him. She seemed to be carefully considering his words, and the silence seemed to stretch on forever...Ricky hardly dared to breathe, feeling wholly present in his body and yet floating above, omniscient, at the same time. “Sure, that sounds nice…” She said finally, a small smile gracing her lips as she pulled out her phone. “I’ve got some time Saturday morning...” Ricky blinked, nodding, his whole body numb. “Yeah, sure, sounds good...Uh, lemme just, uh… Send you the address…” He murmured, pulling out his own phone. He typed in the address, pulled up the address and then screenshotted the map. “...Is your Airdrop on, or…oh here, I see it...” He murmured, chuckling as he clicked on the icon that popped up. A moment later, the woman’s phone buzzed as it received the photo. “Okay, got it.” She confirmed, smiling. Ricky nodded, putting the last of his items into his bag. “Cool...so, Saturday...let’s say, 11?” He said, looking up. Daniela hoisted her own bag, smiling up at him. “Sounds like a plan. See you then…and thanks for the corn...” She murmured, giving him a little wave before turning and sauntering out of the store. Ricky felt like he was walking on air all the way back to his car. He’d come to the store for some groceries and left with plans for a date with his vivacious and gorgeous former high school biology teacher. Life sure was funny. ~~ The rest of the week passed relatively painlessly...Ricky managed to busy himself with school and other distractions as he awaited Saturday and the coffee meet, though the anticipation continued to buzz in his mind, shocking him with little jolts of excitement every time he thought about it. Finally, the morning came, and Ricky was up at 9 AM with crippling anxiety. What if he was making a mistake? He’d often fantasized about spending time with Ms. Jiminez in school, but that was just a silly little boyhood crush...now that it was actually happening, Ricky wasn’t excited. He was terrified. Still, that didn’t stop him from taking a quick shower and throwing on a pair of dark jeans and a light sweater...perfect for cooler San Diego weather and coffee not-quite-dates with your former teacher. He checked himself in the mirror...he looked nicely dressed, but not too nicely dressed...Luckily for him, he’d gotten taller and filled out since high school, and though he still wouldn’t consider himself “muscular”, he definitely had some definition that wasn’t there in his teenage years. He left his building at 10:30, anticipating traffic for the weekend, arriving at the shop promptly at 10:47. He pushed open the doors, invigorated by the scent of mocha and chai. He took a seat near the window, taking a deep breath and settling himself in for the wait. Hardly 10 minutes passed before he began checking his phone for the time; had he gotten here too early? Was he gonna look silly already sitting here? 15 more minutes passed, and he was beginning to get slightly anxious. What if she had had second thoughts? He was one of her former students, after all… perhaps the fact that she knew him as a teenager bothered her more than she realized. Ricky swallowed, looking at the table. Maybe he really was deluding himself...maybe he should- Suddenly, a little gray Prius pulled up in the parking lot in front of the shop. The door opened, and out stepped a dark-shaded Daniela, decked out in her own pair of dark jeans that hugged her hips and thighs quite nicely, a cream camisole top, a pumpkin colored scarf and a light brown jacket. Strands of her hair blew in the wind as she came up to the door, opening it and stepping inside. She removed her sunglasses, peering anxiously around the small shop as if looking for something. “Daniela! Over here!” Ricky called, waving her down. The woman turned to him, a smile splitting her features as she came over and took a seat across from him. “Hey! Sorry I’m late...I was up late last night grading tests…Midterms are brutal...” She explained as she removed her purse from her shoulder. Just then, a young woman came to the table, smiling at the both of them. “Hello, and welcome to Duponte...what’ll you have?” Daniela’s eyes flitted to Ricky, who motioned for her to go first. “Could I just get an iced coffee? Biggest you have, and with oat milk?” She turned to Ricky with another sheepish grin. The server scribbled on her pad. “Sure thing… and for you?” She murmured, turning to Ricky. “Some rum raisin spice cake, and some water, please…” He said. “Oooh, make that two…” Daniela cut in, biting her lip as she smiled up at the server. The server scribbled some more before closing her pad. “Perfect, coming right up!” She murmured, turning and leaving the two to chat. Daniela sighed gently, turning back to the young man with an apologetic grin. “Again, sorry I’m late… I set my alarm clock for 8, but I was up till nearly three grading those damn tests...Oh!” She squeaked, covering her mouth for a moment before visibly relaxing. “Ah, sorry about that… Brain still in school mode, can’t be swearing in front of the kids…” She chuckled. Ricky found himself smiling, his anxiety melting away. “Anyway, where was I? Oh, right… I went to bed around 4, slept right through the damn alarm...woke up at 10:45…” She sighed, leaning her elbows on the table and sliding her fingers through her hair. “I bolted out of bed, did the QUICKEST teeth brushing ever, threw on my clothes, and hopped in the car...and I was still late…” Ricky hadn’t wanted to fixate on the fact that the woman had conspicuously omitted any mention of a morning pee, nor the fact that she was about to chug a grande-sized iced coffee. Things were weird enough as it was, no need to push it… They chatted idly for the next several minutes… about how Daniela was adjusting to being home, Ricky’s work, and his focuses during undergrad and graduate programs. The server brought out their items soon after, and within moments Daniela had drained nearly a third of her latte. “Sorry…” She murmured, pulling back from the straw and smacking her lips. “Like I said, late night...plus, kind of an addict, heh…” They continued to talk more, with Ricky going into some of his knowledge about the places in the neighborhood he frequented and Daniela recounting what used to be there. They were finding themselves to have quite a bit in common despite their age difference...and while it was weird for Ricky to talk so casually like this with someone who used to grade his homework, he found that the juxtaposition made the conversation even more engaging. Before they knew it, two hours had passed, and Ricky was definitely feeling that water go through him… but he didn’t dare move, not when his mind had been slowly tallying how many glasses of water Daniela had had… 2 with her spice cake, and 2 more besides...plus the large latte...and all of that was sitting on top of her morning piss, she had to be desperate...yet she merely continued to go on chatting idly as if nothing was wrong. It just didn’t add up. After a few more minutes, Ricky decided to try an experiment. “Be right back, I’m gonna go to the bathroom…” He murmured, getting to his feet. Daniela nodded, still smiling. “Okay, I’ll wait here…” She murmured, taking a sip from her recently refilled glass. Ricky felt his heart leap again. She was just going to wait? She wasn’t going to follow, try to get some relief of her own? He swallowed as he went up to the counter to get the bathroom code from the barista before striding towards it, tucking his hands in his pocket to adjust his pants around his rising member. Ok, Rick, just be cool...she probably peed before she came, don’t get worked up… Still, as he pushed open the doors to the bathroom, he couldn’t shake the thought. Especially after what happened when they met at the store, how she said she wouldn’t pee there even if she could...what had that meant? He stared at himself in the mirror...his reflection stared back, just as anxious as he felt… He steeled his nerves. No sense worrying over hypotheticals...and if she wasn’t going to pee, neither was he. And so, Ricky left the bathroom unrelieved, heading back towards the table where Daniela had taken to glancing at her phone. He sat back down, noticing that her water was empty once again as the waiter came to refill it. He didn’t know how to broach the subject, and he was racking his brains trying to figure out a solution. “Well, I gotta say, Ricky…” The woman said as she finished what she was typing. “Part of me had reservations about today...you know, with you being a former student of mine, but...we’re both adults, and it really has been nice talking to you…” Ricky forced himself to move his mind away from the contents of his former teacher’s bladder, smiling in turn. “Yeah...yeah, it has… Sorry about making you rush, like that…” The woman waved the apology away. “It’s my own fault...Should’ve just gone to bed at 11, like I’d planned...but then 11 became 12, 12 became one… and so on and so forth, until I was waking up and rushing out with only enough time to brush my teeth…” She sighed. Ricky swallowed. He was so close. “Wow…” He murmured. “Brush your teeth? That’s it?” Daniela blinked. “Well, yeah...I mean, we said 11, and I didn’t get your number so I couldn’t exactly tell you I was running late...I just had to get out and hope you were still here when I arrived…” She laughed. Ricky tried to keep himself calm. “So, then...I guess you’ll probably be wanting the bathroom code, huh?” He asked, keeping his voice steady as he could. He murmured, kicking himself over the inelegant insertion...but he had no other option. Though if Daniela was put out by the strange comment, she didn’t show it. “Oh, thanks, but I’m good.” She said, adjusting in her seat. There it was. Not only had Daniela skipped her morning pee to meet him, but she’d consumed 6 glasses of water and an entire latte on top of that without even breaking a sweat. “...Wow...Really?” The young man croaked, clearing his throat. “That’s...surprising…” Just then, the woman’s phone buzzed. She frowned, picking it up before huffing. “Shit...I’m sorry, Ricky, I gotta go… I totally lost track of time, I have to proctor make-up exams at the school today…” She murmured, getting to her feet and shouldering her purse before digging out some money for her food. Ricky nodded, swallowing down his disappointment as he rose with her, pulling out his own phone for digital payment on the little pad next to their plates. “Ah, okay...well, it was great to see you…” Daniela smiled. “Yeah, you too… we should do this again, sometime…” She murmured, smiling genially up at him. “Next weekend?” Ricky blurted before he could stop himself. Daniela looked slightly surprised, but her smile quickly returned. “Yeah, okay...same place, same time? And…” The woman took Ricky’s phone from his hand, opening an app and tapping for a moment before handing it back to him. He took the phone and looked down, seeing that the woman had entered her contact info. “So I can tell you if I’m running late again…” She chuckled, opening her arms for a hug that Ricky quickly reciprocated. “Alright, see you next week!” She called merrily as she strode away and out the door towards her car. Ricky watched her go, his heart beating in his chest as he thought about the woman holding in a night’s worth of pee inside her, about to go proctor a test in which you couldn’t leave till all students were finished… Swallowing again, he looked down at the contact information in his phone. Next Saturday could not come soon enough. ~~~~ The next weekend, Ricky and Daniela met up again, talking again for hours. They set a plan to meet the next Saturday, and the next and over the couple months it became a regular thing. Coffee turned into lunch, and lunch into dinner. Each time, Daniela would polish off large amounts of water or soda (gotta stay hydrated, she’d say), and never once would she ever make use of the facilities. This went on until… on the anniversary of their first date, Ricky did the unthinkable, and asked his former teacher if she would like to go out with him right in the middle of her 5th refill of water. She’d finished the glass before graciously accepting, reaching up to kiss his mouth to seal the deal. Tonight, Ricky stood in front of his mirror, dressed in a tailored navy suit and baby blue button up. This was what he’d been wearing when he’d first kissed Daniela goodnight, and he’s since considered it his lucky suit. Winter, or at least whatever passed for winter in southern California, was quickly approaching, so he found himself donning a peacoat as well to stave off the chill in the evening air. A quick text to Daniela to let him know he was on his way, and he left the house. A quick drive over to Daniela’s apartment, a heart-stopping sight when she walked out of the front door in a tight black dress that hugged her generous curves, chocolate tresses gently curled and falling down over his shoulder. “...Wow…” He’d breathed as he’d walked her back to the car.” Daniela giggled. “Haha you’re too sweet… and you don’t look too bad yourself, babe...” She teased, reaching up to peck his cheek. They got in the car, heading to a rustic Italian bistro for dinner. Daniela’s eyes widened upon seeing the restaurant. “Cucina Vine?” She murmured. “Pretty swanky…” Ricky grinned. “Yeah...one of my fellows at the university’s uncle knows the owner...got him to get us a reservation...wanted to do something special…” The woman reddened gently, though her smile didn’t dissipate. They pulled in, got out and strode into the restaurant, hand in hand towards the table reserved for Foster, party of two. Fifteen minutes later, they were seated and sipping on a currant Red and chatting idly. “So…” Daniela murmured, setting down her wine next to the two glasses of water she’d already finished. “With the holidays coming up, I was wondering if you...had any plans?” She murmured, her eyes looking everywhere but into his. He blinked, frowning. “Um...not particularly, why?” He murmured. She swallowed, reddening again. “Well, erm...My school is sending teachers abroad to an education conference in Guatemala...and I was one of the ones they picked…” Ricky’s eyes widened, as did his smile. “Really? That’s amazing!” He exclaimed. Daniela smiled shyly at his enthusiasm, taking a deep breath as if his excitement bolstered her courage. “And...we can bring a plus one...I was wondering if you wanted to come with me… it’ll be right after Christmas, and it’ll go till the 10th…” Ricky’s eyes widened before he slumped back in his chair, staring at the table. “Guatemala…” He breathed. Daniela frowned, suddenly looking nervous. “...I know it’s a long time, and we’ve only been dating a couple months, but….” She watched him on tenterhooks. Ricky’s head snapped up. “Are you crazy? I’ve always wanted to go to Guatemala, the Basin is one of the most information rich quadrants for aquatic current patterns in the hemisphere, I-” He stopped, noting the smirk on the woman’s face. Ricky swallowed, reddening as he ran a hand through his hair. “Ah...sorry, um...Yeah, yeah I’d love to go…” Daniela’s face brightened, and she looked 10 times more radiant. “Amazing! I’ll call the agency on Monday and have them confirm! Hmmm...New Year’s in the South Americas…” She mused, taking another sip. Just then, the waiter came by to take their orders. Ricky got chicken marsala, and Daniela ordered the pappardelle bolognese... and another glass of water. Ricky noticed this request, and he continued to peer at the woman as she looked over the menu to decide dessert in advance. He swallowed, pushing back from the table. “Be right back, gonna hit the gents…” He murmured, keeping his eyes on her. “Alright…” The woman murmured, tracing a finger down the tiramisu list. Ricky continued to stare. “...You...aren’t gonna come?” Daniela looked up, frowning. “To the men’s room?” Ricky reddened, gently clearing his throat. “I meant to the bathroom...half a bottle of wine and 3 glasses of water, and you don’t need to go?” The woman shook her head. “No, I’m alright…” Ricky looked at her for a few more minutes before sitting back down with a huff. “Alright…” he muttered, causing Daniela to look up. “Every time we go out somewhere, you drink your weight in water, wine or coffee but you never visit the ladies…that or you’re just really good at being inconspicuous...” The woman was silent, looking pensive about something before turning to him. “Can I...tell you something sorta crazy?” She murmured, smiling a bit sheepishly. Ricky felt his heart quicken, and he nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The woman brushed a bit of hair behind her ear, chuckling quietly. “It’s...sort of silly, but… I never use the bathroom in public. After teaching for so long, you get paranoid about the things that go on in publicly accessible bathrooms, ych…” She shuddered gently. “I never have a problem waiting till I get home, so...I do.” She murmured, shrugging again. Ricky felt his heart thudding so fast he was almost sure she could hear it. He swallowed, thinking back to high school. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember her ever visiting the bathroom before or after his class with her… nor after the next two, once he became her T.A… “...You...never go in public? Ever?” He murmured. The woman looked up at him with a sort of grinning wince. “Yyyeah...is that weird?” Ricky quickly shook his head. “No, not at all...it’s, uh...sanitary…but...always till you get home? That can’t be true...” At this, Daniela’s smile melted into somewhat of a smirk. “Hmm...Alright…” She said, leaning forward. “You remember when we first met for coffee? The day I was running late? Well...I would’ve arrived at the same time anyway, because I never pee in the morning. And after I left, straight to the exam, I was there for 4 hours, supervising two separate tests. Didn’t pee there either. Left there and swung home to grab my stuff for the gym, got in a run and some weight training. Then dinner and drinks with a friend, then home...then my first pee of the day.” She leaned back, arms crossed, smirking widely. Ricky was beside himself. He could feel his length straining through his suit pants as the woman recounted her story. “...Wow…” He croaked again. “You...must’ve been bursting...” The woman chuckled, shrugging. “I’ll admit, I had a fair urge down there, but I was wayyyy below bursting.” She told him. “Benefits of growing up in a house with 9 people and one bathroom...you get good at holding it in.” Ricky was practically shaking now, perspiration beading on his forehead. His heart was beating so violently in his chest he feared it’d burst out. Daniela’s face shifted from smug grin to concern. “Ricky, honey, are you alright? You look like you’re about to be sick…” The man shook his head, swallowing. “Oh, n-no...Sorry, I, uh...well, I-” He tried to figure out how to explain his reaction without incriminating himself. He adjusted himself in the seat, and Daniela’s eyes narrowed as she caught a glimpse of his crotch under the table...and the tightness within. Slowly, her eyes traveled back up. She looked around to see that no one was paying them any mind before leaning forward. “Are you...turned on, right now?” She whispered. Ricky felt his blood turn to ice as his beautiful girlfriend pieced together the depths of his depravity. “P-please, Daniela, let me explain, I-” “You’re turned on listening to me talk about holding my pee, aren’t you…” She murmured, leaning back and crossing her arms, still staring at him open-mouthed. He swallowed again, fear blossoming in his chest. “N-no, you don’t understand…” She tilted her head. “Then what’s got you cocked and ready, huh?” Ricky racked his brains, but in his flustered state he couldn’t come up with a deflective answer. He slowly hung his head...years of crushing on this woman, and then 2 wonderful months of dating...gone. All because he’d had to pry, to ask too much… “Richard…” she murmured softly. Ricky looked up, surprised to find not disgust or anger on Daniela’s face, but concern. “Why are you embarrassed?” She asked The young man swallowed again, trying to bring moisture back into his mouth. “I…I don’t want you to think...think I’m a creep, o-or a perv, or anything, I just...I don’t why I like it, I just do, and...yeah, women who are desperate to pee turn me on…” He finished with a defeated slump of his shoulders. The woman was silent for a moment at his admission. Ricky waited for her to blow up, to yell, to storm out. But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned forward, touching his arm. “Hey…” She murmured. “Hey, look at me.” Slowly, the man raised his head again. Daniela pursed her lips. “You’re not a creep, or a perv. Everyone has weird stuff they're into, it doesn’t make you bad...just unique…” Every word she spoke was a modicum of calm on his frazzled nerves, and slowly began to relax. Seeing this, Daniela smiled, nodding. “Besides...I should be the one who’s sorry...I bet I’m a total dud to you, huh…” Confusion replaced relief and embarrassment on Ricky’s features. “I...what?” The woman chuckled. “You like it when women are desperate to pee, and you happen to be dating the one woman who never is… Ricky’s eyes widened, and he felt himself stiffen again. “N-not quite…” He forced himself to speak. “In reality...the fact that you’re never desperate is even hotter…” He breathed. “You always drink so much when we’re together, it drives me crazy thinking about where it all goes...and yet, you never seem to need to release it... I don’t know what your limits are, and...that makes the fact that you have them even sexier…” The woman leaned back, folding her arms again. “So...you like when girls have to pee, but then you like when they don’t?” “I like when they should, but don’t…” He corrected, breathing easier and easier with each passing moment. Slowly, Daniela’s smirk returned. “I suppose I get it… By all logic I should’ve been pissing myself that day, but I wasn’t...Gotta say, I never really thought about it like that...I’ve always been able to hold it, so I held it...and now I can turn you on with that? Guess I struck the jackpot…” She chuckled, biting her lip as she peered at him. Just then, the waitress came by with their food, offering a slight pause in the heady conversation. “So, if you really like it when I don’t pee…” The woman murmured, digging into her pasta. “And I really like being the strong iron tank I am...I guess you’re wanting to see how far I can go, huh?” Ricky nearly choked on his water, causing Daniela to giggle. “Hnnhnn, thought so…” She murmured. “I’m kinda curious myself… We’ll have to look into that…” She murmured, winking as she downed the rest of her wine. The rest of dinner passed pleasantly, with Ricky feeling ten times lighter having unburdened himself of that secret. When he took Daniela home and gave her a good night kiss, her lips lingered on his for a moment longer than normal...and before he knew it, she was pulling him inside her apartment to kiss him again...and again, and again….alllll over. ~~~~~~ The pair continued going out regularly over the next few weeks as the semester ended and winter break began...though their dates took on a slightly...taboo component. Daniela would casually mention how she skipped her morning pee every time they met, and, and throughout the day she would throw back liters of water without so much as flinching. Every time Ricky thought she wouldn’t be able to hold any more, she would add another glass, another stein, another cup... and still she wouldn’t visit the bathroom, even when at the end of the day she’d have a slight but noticeable bulge in her abdomen. Ricky had since told her about his desire to hold his own pee, and while he was much less graceful than Daniela, kept up fairly well with her...though she would always manage to be almost completely relaxed while he was pouring forth strong jets of pee from his quivering cock. Christmas came and went, with no small amount of spiced eggnog, and finally, on December 26th, Ricky and Daniela were stood at their gate at San Diego International Airport, waiting for their 6 AM flight to Guatemala City. Ricky had both their compact rolling luggage and a small duffle bag on his shoulder as Daniela checked the status of their flight. She always liked to dress comfy to travel, and he tried his best not to ogle her sculpted ass in her tight leggings. She actually caught him staring once, and with a teasing smirk, subtly wiggled her posterior at him before walking back over. “Seems everything’s in order…” She murmured. “Should be boarding soon...I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get some coffee...” Ricky nodded, releasing the handles and setting the duffle bag down as she walked towards the Starbucks kiosk nearby. He’d already taken a precautionary pee right after coming through TSA, but of course his proud, hot-blooded girlfriend had elected to forgo them, citing her rule about never peeing in public...though the smirk on her face said something different. A few moments later, she returned with a latte, sipping it happily. “Hmm...you really are addicted…” Ricky chuckled, causing Daniela to stick her tongue out at him before continuing to slurp. There was a crackle from overhead as the desk attendant for their gate began to speak. “Good morning, passengers, and welcome to flight AA5975 bound for Guatemala City. We are set to begin boarding in ten minutes. This will be a full flight, so if we have any volunteers who would like to check a carryon…” Ricky tuned out the rehearsed speech. The Education Board had been kind enough to spring for Business Class for the both of them...He wasn’t worried about having space to put their personal items. He was more concerned with where his girlfriend was putting that latte, but he knew better than to ask. A few moments later, both of them were stood in the line, waiting to board. Behind them, there was a slight commotion as a middle-aged couple hurried through the terminal, obviously late for a flight. “George, George wait!” The woman called, dressed in a blouse and capris. “I told you, Margaret, the doors close in five minutes!” The man said, continuing to run. “George, wait, I have to pee! I still have to pee so bad, George!” “It’s the toilet or the plane, Maggie, and I didn’t pay $800 dollars roundtrip for the toilet!” Daniela shook her head as their voices got more faint. “Sad, when regular women don’t plan to accommodate their bodies’ needs…” She murmured to Ricky, who only swallowed in response. “They’re probably gonna miss their flight…too bad ‘Margaret’ doesn’t have a supertanker like me...” She whispered, smirking up at him. Ricky swallowed, well-aware of how much the woman was enjoying teasing him as he gently reached down to adjust the crotch of his sweatpants. Finally, they got to the front of the line, scanning their boarding passes and boarding the plane, shuffling down the aisle to seats 3A and 3B. Ricky stowed their luggage in the overhead bin while Daniela slid into the row, taking the window seat and leaving the aisle for the taller Ricky. The two settled in with a sigh, smiling at each other and exchanging a kiss as the flight attendant continued to oversee people getting on the plane. Once the doors had been closed and the attendant finished their mandatory safety briefing, Ricky settled back in his seat, yawning gently as he closed his eyes, preparing to take a nap. ~ He felt as though he’d hardly closed his eyes when he felt himself shaken awake. “Ricky, baby, wake up...w-wake *oooh* ooohh, please wake up…” Daniela moaned from beside him. Ricky opened his eyes blearily, looking over at his girlfriend...and he was shocked by what he saw. Daniela’s eyes were crinkled, her face tight with pain. She peered at him anxiously, one hand on his arm and the other buried between her lycra-clad thighs. Ricky blinked slowly. “What’s going on?” He murmured sleepily. “I-I messed up, Ricky…” Daniela muttered, hissing as her thigh began bouncing up again. “I-I thought I could handle it but I can’t, I have to pee so bad...p-please let me out, I can’t hold it…” She whimpered, beginning to bounce up and down in her seat, biting her lip. “P-please, Ricky, I’m bursting, let me...let...wake up...Ricky, wake up!” The man’s eyes shot open as he sat up, still disoriented from the dream. He looked round at Daniela, who looked just as relaxed as always, and then up at the attendant taking drink orders. “Uh…” He murmured, swallowing. “Just...a vodka cranberry, for me…” He murmured, rubbing at his eyes. He looked over at Daniela. “Nng...How long was I asleep?” The woman chuckled as the attendant began pouring their drinks. “About an hour...but we’ve only been in the air about 10 minutes, we got stalled on the runway…” Ricky took the proffered beverages, handing one to Daniela before sipping at his own. “Really? How come?” Daniela shrugged as she took her own beverage - a lime seltzer - from his hand. “Some sort of maintenance issue with the landing gear…” She murmured. “A couple people deplaned to pee, but, other than that…” Ricky frowned, slumping back against the seat. “Mmn...I’m going back to my nap, now…” He murmured sleepily, to which Daniela only giggled and kissed his cheek. Ricky awoke again a few hours later, looking over to see that Daniela was asleep. She had an empty can of seltzer water on the tray table before her, and her water bottle looked to be about empty. He gently shook his head; his girlfriend was no stranger to confidence, that’s for sure... As the captain turned off the seatbelt lights, people immediately began getting up and shuffling towards the lavatories in the back of the plane. Daniela slumbered on, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that a half dozen people shuffled about anxiously in place, eager to drain their full bladders of amounts that wouldn’t even tickle Daniela’s capacity. The line was replaced with two people ever so often, throughout the next hour, until only Daniela and Ricky had gone unrelieved. Ricky himself felt the barest sensations of filling, but years of enjoying the feeling of holding his pee had made it so it took far longer for him to reach that state than anyone else, save for the woman sleeping next to him For the remainder of the flight, Ricky worked on research for his thesis… the observations on protozoic life forms at the bottom of the Mariana that could be clues to how to search for life on Mars. All the reading about the ocean should’ve exacerbated his need...and true, it did bring his mind back to it ever so often, but it still wasn’t enough to be called an urge. As they touched down in Guatemala City, Ricky gently shook Daniela awake. “Hey...wake up, hon, we’re here…” He murmured. Daniela blinked the sleep out of her eyes, yawning. “Nng...I knew that latte tasted like decaf…” She muttered sleepily, prompting a chuckle from Ricky. They deplaned and grabbed their luggage before heading to the pick up area for taxis and other transportation. Ricky couldn’t help but notice as Daniela strode right by the women’s restrooms and the lines extending out of them and down the hallway without so much as a second glance. He had to admire her fortitude...Not a single pee since last night and here she was a 3 PM, acting as though she’d only peed moments ago. They followed the path towards a shuttle that would take them towards the hotel. As they got on, the driver tipped his hat to Daniela with a smile. “Ah, buenas tardes señora, bienvenida a Guatemala…” Daniela smiled back. “Gracias señor, es muy lindo estar aquí...” She murmured back. Ricky was completely out of the loop, but he smiled nonetheless. They both sat down on the hard leather seats as the doors closed and the shuttle took off down the port way and towards the highway. The drive was lovely...hills of houses on one side, distant mountains on the other...Ricky could hardly tear his gaze away from the natural beauty of the South American countryside. Soon enough, they arrived at the hotel, and upon debusing, Daniela turned to her boyfriend. “Come on, let’s get settled and then see about getting something to eat, I’m starved…” They checked in and took their bags to their spacious room on the 6th floor, prompting a whistle from Ricky. “Wow, this is nice…” He murmured. The woman smiled, striding in after him. “It’s a sizable grant…” She chuckled as she took their bags, depositing them in a corner as Ricky availed himself of the bathroom. When he came out, he found Daniela waiting, smiling as she sauntered in past him. He turned to watch her enter the bathroom. “You’re going pee?” She turned to look at him with a pout. “Really? Still think I’m peeing? It’s been barely a day...” He blinked. “But...so what are you doing…?” The woman smirked. “...Showering? We’ve been flying all day…” Ricky swallowed at the prospect of his curvy girlfriend naked in the shower, warm water running all down her body whilst the warm water within her body stayed clamped up like it had been all day. The thought made him stiffen. ~~ Dinner was a quiet affair, with the two of them visiting a small shack restaurant a short walk from the hotel...At Daniela’s insistence, Ricky had tried whitefish, yellow rice, black beans and fried plantains...all of it was delicious, and he’d scarfed it down before remembering to breathe, much to the Daniela’s amusement. By the time they’d returned to the hotel, they were both plumb tuckered out from the day of travel and decided to turn in early...Daniela had a full day of conferences tomorrow, and Ricky was planning to do more work on his thesis...they’d have the nights together, but their days were to be separate till the 29th, when the conference ended and leisure time began. As Daniela set to undressing and climbing into the bed, Ricky sat on the bed, staring at her. The woman slid under the covers, and she was turning to fluff her pillow when she caught his gaze. “...What?” She asked, tilting her head quizzically. Ricky took a deep breath. “You haven’t peed since I picked you up early this morning...and you’ve been drinking all day...and now you’re just gonna go to bed, like your bladder isn’t full...God, I...I think I love you…” The woman reddened, though her lips curled up in a smile. “I think I love you, too…” She chuckled, reaching out to him. He quickly moved over to her, meeting her in a gentle, passionate kiss. She was the first one to break, still smiling up at him. “Goodnight, Ricky…” She murmured, turning over in the bed and turning off the desk light. Ricky did the same with the room lights before sliding in next to her, laying down and closing his eyes. The next morning, Ricky awoke to an empty bed, save for a small note. He picked it up, opening it. Ricky… it read. The conference starts early, so when you read this I’ll probably be gone. I had my first morning piss in I don’t know how long today...I wasn’t hurting for it, but god did it feel good anyway...almost as good as it feels to know I only pee when I want. 😜 Anyway, I’ll be thinking of you every water bottle I finish, and I’m still not peeing when I get back. Gotta maintain the streak, right? One piss a day? ;D See you tonight...Love you! Hugs and kisses, Dani The man stiffened upon reading the letter, and it was with a short sigh that he forced himself to set it down and get up. The day was quiet, with Ricky pretty much staying at the hotel the entire day working. Around 6PM or so he got a text from Daniela saying that she was going out for dinner with a few of her colleagues and would be back a little later. That was fine by him; he had the next two weeks to enjoy time with her, no sense in begrudging her a night or two with her friends. However, as the hour got later, he began to get concerned. Around 11:45, he tried calling her, but there was no answer. Now he was worried. He went down to the lobby, asking the concierge if there were any restaurants close to the hotel that were open this time of night. The concierge had frowned and told him that the latest open restaurant had closed at 10:30, and that they didn’t reopen till 9 the next morning. Ricky returned to the room, anxiety riddling his body over the next hour. Where was she? He could only hope and pray that she was safe, and still with her friends… Finally, at around 1:15 AM, there was the sound of chittering laughter outside the door, getting louder and louder until the door opened, spilling a very giggly and very drunk Daniela into the room. Ricky was on his feet immediately, rushing over and helping to steady her. “Dani, are you alright? I’ve been calling you all night…” He huffed, helping her inside. The woman looked up at him, a goofy grin on her face and her gaze unfocused. “Hnnnnhnnhnnhnn...sorry, Ricky, me an’ the girls wennout fer drinks...ladies’ night at the cabana, heheheeee…” She tittered, smelling heavily of tequila. The man pursed his lips. “Don’t you have another conference tomorrow?” he muttered as he went to put on some coffee for her. The woman huffed, stumbling out of his grasp and towards the bed. “NnnI’llbefiiiinnnne…” She slurred. “Just gimme some water, I’ll be right ass rain...hehehe, ‘ass’...” She chuckled. The man sighed, crossing his arms as Daniela sprawled out on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Ricky…” She murmured. The man turned. Daniela looked up at him, smiling. “Drinks were half off...I had a lot…” She giggled, biting her lip. “Alcohol makes me pee...but I...I’m not gonna...hehehehe” Despite his ire with the woman, he couldn’t help but redden at the admission, taking the pot and pouring her a cup of coffee. “Mmm...more liquid….an’ I know juuuuust where to put it…” She tittered, winking as she took the cup from a red-faced Ricky. Even as she laid there, Ricky could clearly see the bulge in her abdomen, stretching the waistband of her trousers that dug back into it with what looked like painful force...but the woman didn’t seem to notice; that, or she was too drunk to feel the discomfort. “Rickyyyyy…” She whined. “Help me...help me outta my *hic* clothes… Ricky reddened even further, but he did as he was asked, helping the woman out of her trousers and her blouse, leaving her only in her panties and bra...and without her clothes, the bulge in her navel looked much more pronounced. Any lesser woman would’ve been making a beeline for the toilet, but Daniela merely rolled over and promptly fell asleep. Ricky shook his head, climbing in next to her and turning off the light. The next day, Ricky awoke to find Daniela gone again, and he was actually impressed that she’d been able to find the will to get up and go to another conference after the night she’d had. He got up, immediately feeling a subtle pressure in his abdomen; with a jolt, he realized he’d not peed all day yesterday. Part of him was tempted to simply let himself get even fuller and enjoy the feeling, but he needed all his concentration for the next part of his thesis. And so, Ricky availed himself to the bathroom, letting loose a nearly minute long piss before taking a shower and sitting himself back down to work. The day was fairly quiet again, with Ricky taking time to eat lunch, idly browse his favorite desperation site Omorashi.org (he’d told them all about Daniela a month or so ago, and they’d been fascinated with her seemingly endless capacity) and take a short nap. He was awoken by a sharp knock on the door. “Ricky, honey? You in there?” came Daniela’s voice. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he got to his feet and headed to the door, opening it to let the woman inside. She was dressed quite professionally, in black slacks, a navy blouse and a black blazer...though there was a tightness in her face Ricky couldn’t place. “Thanks…” she murmured, quickly hurrying in. “Forgot my damn keycard here…” She quickly set to removing her blazer, though Ricky could tell something was off. She hadn’t stopped fidgeting since she got in the room, gently moving from foot to foot and bending slightly at the waist as she worked to get out of the confining garment. Ricky wasn’t fooled, though...he’d spent enough time looking at videos of women desperate to pee to know the subtle cues… for whatever reason, Daniela was unable to hide her urges like she was normally able to. Was one pee a day proving to be too insurmountable a task for even her iron will? Finally, the jacket came off and the woman strode, with a slightly hurried pace, back across the room, past Ricky and into the bathroom. Ricky watched her go, frowning as she shut the door in his face. There was the jingling of a belt chain, the pulling of a zipper, some muttering, and then… The sound of liquid forcefully hitting liquid and a gentle sigh, barely audible over the stream. Ricky could feel himself stiffening once more, his breath quickening as he listened to his girlfriend’s outpour. It went for 1...2...3...nearly 3 and a half minutes before finally tapering off. There was a flush, and the sound of a faucet as the woman washed her hands. Finally, the door opened, and out stepped Daniela, looking visibly relieved. “Wow...I sorta really needed that…” She chuckled, smiling up at him. Ricky chuckled, crossing his arms. “Kinda early for your first pee, isn’t it?” Daniela looked over at him. “First pee since the day we got here, you mean? The man’s smirk dissipated almost immediately, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating. “Since...what?” Daniela, now having the upper hand again, smirked at him. “First day of the conference, I didn’t pee all throughout the seminars or workshops...they gave us plenty of water to keep us cool, since some of the buildings didn’t have AC, even more than I usually drink...and then afterwards, I went to dinner with my friends. At this point, I could definitely pee if I wanted, but it still was hardly an urge. I was gonna come back after that, but Yvette convinced us to go out for drinks, you know how she gets…” She chuckled, flipping her dark brown locks a moment before continuing. “We stayed out till midnight at this bar uptown...free drinks so long as someone at your table doesn’t leave it...So guess who got free drinks for her and her friends all night?” She said, smirking as she patted her abdomen. “We got sloshed, heh...Cathy wanted to go dancing, but we decided to call it a night...we had work in the morning, and none of us are in our 20’s anymore… so I came back here and had coffee.” Ricky blinked. “And...wait, what happened then? I’ve seen you hold all day without a problem…” The woman chuckled. “Let me finish...I woke up late. Again. Coffee kept me from having a hangover, but I was still dead tired...had to take a quick wash up and bolt out of here… then another day of conferences. More water, more seminars, more training for the ol’ supertank.” Ricky’s mouth was dry. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “S-so...you...I mean, you didn’t…” Daniela smiled slyly, nodding. “That’s right. A day of drinking water, a night of alcohol and coffee, and another day of water...and I just let it all out for the first time.” Ricky merely stood there, open-mouthed and tight crotched as Daniela sat, smirking and reveling in the effect she was having on him. “...You’re amazing…” He croaked. She laughed. “Yeah, I know...and the thing is, I could’ve gone longer, I know I could’ve. But, it is easier to be rid of it, and now that the conferences are over…” She winked. Ricky nodded, swallowing at the implication of her words. Daniela merely laughed again, going over and reclining on the bed. “Now... how about we order room service? Don’t much feel like going out tonight…” Ricky assented, picking up the menu from the table, though his eyes were still on Daniela. Try as she might to downplay it, he’d witnessed desperation. Small, hardly noticeable, but genuine desperation. It meant two things; one, Daniela did have limits, and they were reachable. Two, with the plan he’d been concocting, she was gonna be forced to reach those limits, one way or the other. ~~ The next morning, Ricky put his plan into effect; A two day trip to the Copan Ruinas ruins, near the southern tip of the country. “...The Copan Ruinas?” Daniela murmured as Ricky showed her the plans. “Wow...I’ve always wanted to go, how far is it from here?” “About a 4 hour bus ride to Honduras, then a short jaunt to the ruins...I booked us 2 days, no sense traveling all that time for a single day of sightseeing…” He murmured, closing the tab. Daniela looked up at him, eyes still alive with wonder. “Wow…” She repeated, a grin splitting her face. “When do we leave?” He smiled. “Right now. I already got our stuff into the duffel bag, bus leaves from the hotel in 20 minutes…” Daniela beamed, throwing her arms around him and kissing his lips. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” Ricky kissed back with equal fervor, smiling to himself. Yes, it certainly would be...2 days out in the ruins, no hotel...and 4 and a half hours back to the city. She’d have no choice but to hold it the entire time...He was already shivering with excitement. That afternoon, after a few more passes over the packing, the couple left their room and headed downstairs to wait for the bus. It arrived shortly after they did, and as they clambered on with a few other couples and a family, the bus driver leaned around his seat. “Welcome to the bus bound for Copan Ruinas!” He said in heavily-accented English. “There will be one stop on the way at a convenience station to buy food, drinks and use the facilities.” Daniela snorted at that last part. “...After that, it’s non-stop to the ruins! Here we go!” The bus pulled out of the parking lot, and they were off. Ricky had taken the liberty of making sure Daniela’s water bottle was filled, as well as taking some of the complimentary bottles from their room to refill with, since he was deliberately unsure of the running water situation where they were going. Daniela had drained the entire bottle in the first hour, refilling it with one of the ones from her pack. After another hour, they stopped at a small convenience station for the passengers to stretch. Daniela wanted to buy a couple more water bottles, just in case...Ricky was only so happy to oblige. They were nearly all gone as they arrived in Honduras. Daniela hadn’t peed since early the night before, so it was now about 17 hours since her last pee...and she looked no less comfortable than as if she’d peed at the convenience station. The station they got off at looked a bit more ramshackle than in Guatemala...it was hardly more than an aluminum overhang propped up on two poles. There was a woman waiting for them as they got off the bus, with bronzed skin and a bright smile. “Welcome to Honduras! If you’ll all just wait a moment, the next shuttle to the ruins will be here momentarily!” A few of the couples stood idly around, but one woman looked rather uncomfortable. She kept moving from foot to foot, growing more and more anxious looking the longer she stood. Finally, she turned to whisper something to her husband, who in turn began looking for the guide. Daniela noticed this and smirked, gently elbowing Ricky. “Someone’s already in trouble…” She whispered. Soon, the woman returned to lead the tourists to the shuttle, this one looking about the same state as the station...beaten aluminum with glassless windows on old looking wheels. Still, everyone climbed on, murmuring with excitement. The woman who had been looking anxious before hurried up to the guide, murmuring something to her. The guide’s smile fell slightly, and she gently shook her head. The woman looked rather miffed, but she pursed her lips and got on the bus after her husband. The tour guide followed them on, her bright smile having returned. “Alright, folks...it’s about 30 minutes to the site! You’ll be divided into cabins based on your partners there, and then we’ll get started with the tour!” The bus trip to the actual site was rather short in comparison to every other trip they’d taken, and already Rickey could see the tips of ancient moss-covered edifices coming over the treeline as they approached. “If you’ll look to your right, you’ll be able to see the tops of the temples of the Copan Ruinas, constructed by splinters of the dynasty in Tikal, back in Guatemala…” the tour guide began launching into her knowledge of the structures as the bus pulled into a clearing that looked to have a large fire pit surrounding by 5 cabins. The bus doors opened, and the group disembarked. The tour guide was the last off, and she immediately began separating the group into their cabins... Ricky and Daniela were placed in the one closest to the outside on the left. The woman from before, now looking more and more distressed, hurried up to the guide, now pressed at her thighs and muttering urgently. The guide nodded, pointing the woman off the path towards a squat stone building a little ways up the road. The woman looked between the guide and the dingy bathroom with trepidation before deciding that she couldn’t wait any longer, waddling towards it. The guide turned back to address the group. “These ruins are quite remote, so the facilities are a bit primitive, but still quite modern!” Ricky’s eyes flitted to Daniela, who was already looking at the building with disdain and no small amount of revulsion. He smiled inwardly… she wouldn’t be going in there, he was sure. Still, he made a point of leaning over to her. “Kinda gnarly, don’t you think?” Daniella made a grunt of disgust, her lips curled up. “Ugh, tell me about it…” Ricky swallowed, his heart hammering in his chest. “I don’t know about you, but, I think I’ll steer clear…wait till we get back to the hotel...” Daniela blinked, looking up at him. “What? Like...not pee till we get back?” Ricky couldn’t help the cheeky smile blossoming on his features. “What? Don’t think you can do it?” he goaded. “Course I can.” Daniela huffed quickly, taking the bait hook, line and sinker. “It’s you I’m worried about…” Ricky chuckled. “I’ll be fine...let’s just enjoy our time here…” He went back to standing quietly, but inside he was shouting for joy. He’d convinced Daniela to hold her pee for two whole days...surely he’d see her bursting by then…” After a brief lecture on safety and mindfulness, the tour guide began leading them away from the cabins and down towards the ruins. Ricky had always had a passing interest in archaeology, but the way the guide described the weathered monuments and the history of the rulers who’d built them made him wonder if he hadn’t chosen the wrong field. It was all so fascinating...they spent the rest of the morning and most of the early afternoon just around one temple, observing the simian statues of the howler monkey gods and the tops of the ziggurats meant to reflect light to help the ancient Mayans tell the hour of the day. They broke for a brief lunch, with Daniela and Ricky consuming sandwiches they’d bought at the convenience store, with Daniela washing hers town with a large sweet tea...and Ricky wasn’t it sure, but he could swear she was looking at him when she did, as if in defiance of his supposed skepticism of her abilities. The rest of the afternoon was spent near the back of another temple, with the guide explaining the origins of the temple in contrast to the rest of the site. As the sun began to set, the guide dismissed them all for dinner and free time. “We’ll resume the tour tomorrow… and remember, no leaving the cabins after 11 PM! There are howler monkeys about, and they won’t hesitate to pickpocket you…” She chuckled as she turned and made her way towards her own cabin. Ricky sat on one of the bed of their cabin opposite Daniela, smiling. “So...Been about 24 hours. How do you feel?” Daniela turned from the mirror, making a show of rolling her eyes. “LIke I always do after 24 hours without a pee...nothing.” She smirked. “Your little challenge is doomed, my dear.” Ricky leveled his gaze. “Then maybe you aren’t drinking enough...Maybe you’re skivving on your liquid consumption cause you’re worried…” The look of indignation on Daniela’s face told Ricky all he needed to know. With a huff, she pulled open the chest of camping supplies at the foot of their bed, reached in and grab one of the jugs of water. She pulled the top off and brought it to her lips, downing nearly half of it in one go. She wiped her mouth, now glaring at Ricky as she stalked over to him. “You’re gonna eat your fucking words, gringo…” She whispered as she leaned in to kiss his mouth. Ricky found himself stiffening even harder, though he made no mention of it..he was beginning to feel an urge himself, despite having not drank nearly as much as Daniela had...best not push anything. The two of them joined the rest of the couples around the fire pit for a little while before night fell in earnest. The rest of the company made use of the toilets up the way...all except for Daniela and Ricky, who merely retired for the evening. ~ The next morning, they were up early, ready to start the 2nd leg of the tour. Daniela polished off the rest of the jug with breakfast, leaving Ricky to merely sip from the bottles she hadn’t consumed. The morning consisted of explaining the origins of the temples in Tikal, and now the rulers of Copan Ruinas had splintered from the main dynasty to found their own. Ricky definitely felt a decent urge now, to the point where he’d be considering finding a toilet were he not determined to wait with his girlfriend. His eyes flitted over to her, and he noticed with some ire that she still looked rather relaxed...but there were details to hone in on. She maintained a cross armed position, her lips somewhat tight and her jaw almost imperceptibly clenched. She was feeling it...and the bulge in her abdomen all but confirmed it. 40 hours without a pee, and she was only keeping still for his benefit. When they broke for lunch, Ricky pretended to busy himself with his rice and beans, but out of the corner of his eye he could see Daniela taking smaller and more reserved sips. Every time he looked at her, though, she’d tip back the bottle, making a show of guzzling it all. He smirked; her pride would be her undoing. They resumed the tour, coming up on the final leg of it. Daniela was definitely fidgeting now, shifting from foot to foot ever so often as her body continuously sent her signals that it had not voided itself of liquid waste since 6 pm two days ago. She pointedly ignored it, of course, even as the protrusion in her navel grew more pronounced. As the afternoon wore on, Ricky began to get restless...it had been 31 hours since his last pee at the hotel the night before the tour, and he felt his own bladder swelling with liquid that was definitely wanting out. Finally, at around 6 PM, the bus arrived to take them all back to Guatemala. “I hope you enjoyed the tour!” The guide said, addressing the group. “Please check your cabins to make sure you haven’t left any trash behind!” As the group did a final sweep of the grounds for litter, Ricky saw Daniela try to bend over and pick up a piece of plastic… she immediately winced, shooting back up and going slightly knock-kneed, a hand on her abdomen. When she saw him looking, however, she quickly removed her hand with a scowl, stomping back over to him. Wow...Ricky thought to himself. She just squeezed almost 48 hours of pee with that move, and she’s still keeping it together… They got back on the shuttle back to the station, with Daniela keeping abnormally still all the way. As they got off and boarded the bus, Daniela sat down gingerly next to Ricky, taking a deep breath, her hand clenched in her lap. She did her best to keep still, but couldn't help gently bouncing in her seat. She was obviously desperate for a pee, but she was still maintaining control. Ricky only had four more hours to witness it before she got her pee back at the hotel, he had to make it count. “Hey, I brought the rest of our water… didn’t wanna just leave it behind…” Daniela didn’t say anything, but the slight purse of her lips and tightening of her face was all he needed to see. Ricky smiled as she snatched the jug from him, huffing before unscrewing the cap, upending the rest into her mouth. Ricky himself fidgeted as he watched the liquid drain into his girlfriend’s mouth, the longing to pour forth his own stream growing more acute by the minute and stifled only by his rising arousal at the way Daniela was forcing even more water into her stretched bladder out of sheer spite. When at last she finished it, she thrust it back at him with a huff, crossing her arms and going back to gently wiggling in the seat. The bus pulled away, and within minutes they were back on the main road. Ricky’s eyes were on Daniela the entire time as she got progressively fidgetier, uncrossing her arms and pressing them into her lap as she tried to take deep, relaxing breaths. She exhaled shakily, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs. Ricky could see her bladder was swollen to the size of a football now, stretching against her tights as she continued to grind her arse down into the seat. 2 hours into the trip, they stopped at the same convenience station, where a few of the couples debussed to make use of the facilities. Ricky almost followed them...his bladder was beginning to sting, and it was all he could do to simply keep his thighs pressed together through the acute sensations. He saw Daniela’s eyes flit up to the fluorescent windows, and in them he saw something he never expected to see from Daniela where a bathroom was concerned; longing. She was biting her lip, still bouncing gently in the seat, one hand on her abdomen and one clenched tightly beside her. “Hey…” Ricky murmured, barely keeping the excitement out of his voice. “You alright?” Daniela immediately seized up, but she set her jaw and nodded. “I’m fine…” She muttered, a bit too quickly and too tersely for it to be true. The relieved passengers ambled back onto the bus with agonizing slowness, and Ricky could see Daniela gritting her teeth. He could almost hear her willing them to move faster, though she still would not break and openly admit the need that was beyond apparent to him. As the bus got moving again, the sky began to darken overhead as clouds moved in. Within moments, it was pouring rain, sheets coming down in torrents to splatter noisily against the windows. Daniela closed her eyes, grinding her teeth as she was forced to bounce a little more vigorously, her arse shaking side to side. When at last they pulled up to the hotel in Guatemala City, Daniela’s right thigh was bouncing constantly. Ricky wasn’t doing much better, but the stiffness in his cock from watching Daniela’s subtle desperate grappling was helping mitigate his own struggle. They left the bus and he unloaded their things as Daniela stood by, arms crossed, all but hopping from foot to foot now. After giving his own crotch a squeeze, Ricky hoisted the duffel bag and followed the wincing steps of his girlfriend as they strode into the hotel lobby. They both made straight for the elevator, gently scissoring their thighs back and forth. This was definitely the most desperate Ricky had been, and if he was desperate with 35 hours of pee, he could only imagine how Daniela must’ve felt, containing almost 52 hours of pee in her cramped, gargantuan bladder. As the elevator made its way down with agonizing slowness, the pair did their best to keep a bit more still, though it proved a struggle for them as both their brimming bladders strained against their waistbands, demanding to either be allowed to expand or empty. At last, the door opened, and they rushed inside, quickly pressing the button for their floor. A few agonizing moments later, they were wincing their way into their room, both gritting their teeth. “S-see? Told you I could do it…” Daniela huffedin triumph, smirking in triumph even as she rocked back and forth on her toes. Ricky wasn’t happy about it, but Daniela had indeed lasted the whole 2 days and then some without a pee and only mild discomfort… And he’d still plenty enjoyed watching her decorum crack, if only slightly. “Now, why don’t you get the relief you need?” She teased, sitting down with crossed legs and only a mild bounce to her now. Ricky wanted to scowl, but he was in dire need of a pee, and there was no longer any reason to deny himself one. However, when he turned to the bathroom door, he would see a printed note left on it on official hotel stationery. Dear valued guest, it read. We regret to inform you that the storm has knocked out a powerline at the water filtration plant, backing up the pressure and causing a shutdown of the water to this building. We are working to resolve this situation as quickly as possible, and we apologize for any inconvenience. Ricky stared at the note, trembling with both fear and delight as he read it. “Ricky?” Daniela asked from across the room, still jiggling. “What is it?” Ricky swallowed, turning to her. “The...the water’s out...they’re working on it, but they don’t know when it’ll be fixed...Toilet’s probably got one more flush in it but that’s it...” Daniela’s caramel skin seemed to pale somewhat as she considered the implications of his words. She swallowed, setting her jaw. “Well…” She muttered, continuing to bounce up and down. “You wanted to see how long I can go? Now’s your chance…” Ricky hardly dared to believe it. “You… you mean…” “Yeah.” Daniela said resolutely, her fists clenched beside her. “I’ll pee when the water’s back.” Ricky swallowed. “We don’t know how long that’ll be…” Daniela shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll wait.” Ricky grunted as blood surged to his cock so fast it physically hurt. Daniela was already bearing 53 hours of piss without significant complaint despite the fact that she obviously wanted to let go, and now she was gonna take the cap off the other end and wait indefinitely. “...Wow…” He croaked out. The woman swallowed, getting to her feet with some difficulty. “Well…” She grunted. “Nothing more to be done now...let’s just...just go to bed…” She muttered. And so, denied the relief they were both acutely craving, Ricky and Daniela stripped themselves down to their underwear, both sporting enormous bulges, though Daniela’s was considerably bigger. They climbed gingerly into bed, letting slip only a slight wince as they turned off the lights and settled down, trying to rest despite the aching, gnawing fullness between each of their hips. ~ The next morning Ricky awoke to a constant, throbbing pain as his 42-hour piss load pulsated behind his quivering cock. He groaned, giving himself a gentle squeeze as he slowly sat up, looking round. Daniela was already up, standing by the window, one leg crossed over the other but otherwise still. “Nng...g-good morning, hon…” He muttered, getting gingerly to his feet. “Have they...is the water back on yet?” “Nope.” She responded. The phrase was short, clipped...tense. Daniela let out a shaky breath, turning round, and what Ricky saw nearly made his eyes pop out of his head. It looked as though his girlfriend was in her third trimester, her corpulent bladder stretching her skin as taut as it could go so that it was slightly white in the middle. She had one hand on the obscene bulge, the other rubbing at her thigh. “Woah…” Ricky muttered, his eyes glued to the protruding behemoth of a bladder the dusky-skinned minx was nursing. “You-” “I’m fine.” The woman said, despite the fact that her legs hadn’t stopped rubbing against one another the whole time and her face was tight with pain. Yet she persevered, refused to admit to the grueling agony of 60 hours worth of roiling, boiling piss stretching and straining the screaming walls of her bladder. Not much got done that day...both Ricky and Daniela were too full to do much else but pace the room, wiggle about, and occasionally throw their heads back and groan. Still, neither uttered a word...it seemed they were intent on denying themselves the luxury of even vocalizing their needs, despite how plainly one could see it. As morning dragged on to afternoon, and afternoon to evening, Ricky was beginning to lose it. He swore he could see spots as his toes curled, his feet stamping the ground as he leaned against the wall, cradling the piss-swollen bowling ball in his abdomen. He’d held on far longer than he ever thought possible, and even though he felt like his bladder would rupture at any moment, he refused to give in. Wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, he looked over at Daniela, leaned against the desk, her abdomen stretching at least 6 inches away from her body. Her eyes were shut tight, and she was taking deep, rhythmic breaths to try and maintain control. Her arms shook, her thighs trembled...she was bursting. Well and truly bursting...and yet, she did not surrender. Evening came, and the room was filled with the hisses, grunts, groans and whimpers of sheer agony as the desperation of the couple reached a fever pitch. Ricky had taken to grabbing his cock and trying to stroke himself to hardness, hoping to give his hose a reprieve from the gusher it was dying to spew forth. Daniela was beyond decency now, both hands buried in her crotch as she slid up and down the wall, taking deep, ragged breaths...and still, she did not run to the bathroom, did not dare release the load that could have filled the bladders of 5 normal women 5 times over. “G-God…” Ricky breathed, finally breaking the silence. “You look...y-you look pregnant...it must hurt…” Daniela opened her eyes, her gaze distant and blurred. “I…...I t-toooOOlldd you…*oooh* I-I’m waiting till the water’s back…ungh...” She grunted, her eyes watering with the effort it took to even stand upright, let alone keep her 66 hours of pee contained. Just then, the phone next to the bed rang. Ricky staggered forth, one hand still wrapped tightly round his groin as he picked it up with trembling fingers. “H-Hello?” He groaned, his voice tinny and strained. Hello, valued guest, said the automated voice. We’re calling to inform you that the power has been restored at the plant, and your water should now be in working order. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience...your stay’s rate will be prorated to compensate. Thank you. Ricky felt his heart leap in his chest. Daniela looked up, hope in her eyes. “Who was that? Is the water back on?” Ricky wrestled with himself for a moment. “...No…” He murmured. “No, not yet...they’re still working on it…” Daniela’s face visibly fell, and she grit her teeth with a shuddering breath for a moment before giving a quick nod. “A-alright…” 3 hours passed...almost 11 PM. Daniela was dying. She’d never held this much piss, for so long before...she felt almost numb between her legs. It was getting somewhat hard to breath as her monstrous bladder crowded the rest of her organs in an attempt to expand even further. Ricky was on the floor, hips trembling and both hands gripping his cock. The knowledge that he could pee if he wanted to, that the toilet was fixed made it that much harder to resist the urge to give in...but the delicious satisfaction from being desperate himself, not to mention watching his proud girlfriend suffer herself, outstripped his immense pain. Suddenly, Ricky heard a toilet flush through the wall. His eyes flipped open, and he raised his head to see if Daniela had heard the same thing. Her wide eyes and alive expression confirmed his fears. The jig was up. He slowly rolled himself over, crying out as he was forced to rest partially on his bladder in order to get to his feet. Slowly, he began to stagger towards the toilet, when he heard a voice from behind him. “N-no.” Ricky turned to see Daniela struggling to her own feet, almost immediately doubling over as she cradled her mammoth bladder, her face tight with pain. “N-no...Midnight...N-nn...New Year’s…” Ricky blinked, turning to the wall calender. It was indeed December 31st; there was but an hour till the New Year… and what better way to ring it in than with a gushing piss? And so, Ricky turned away from the toilet, hobbling back towards Daniela, the two of them settling in for the final hour. A half hour in, both were beyond shamelessly dancing, crossing their legs tightly, thrust hands into their own crotches, each other’s crotches, anything to help them hold back. 15 minutes. Ricky could feel darkness blurring the edge of his vision, causing him to pant in order to get oxygen to his starved brain. 10 minutes. Daniela was groaning so loud it was certain the rooms next to them could hear, but she didn’t care. Her skin was stretched so tight over her abdomen it looked ashen. She was dancing from foot to foot like a child, her abdomen quivering as it looked ready to split at the seams. 5 minutes. Both of them moved to the bathroom, clawing feverishly at their crotches as the toilet stood, ready and waiting to accept their endless golden offerings. It was all Ricky could do not to pull his cock out and give the porcelain bowl a hosing it had likely never seen. 30 seconds. Daniela had already pulled her tights and miraculously dry panties down and off, now naked from the waist down and stradling the toilet. Her hands pressed at her pussy, her head thrown back in sheer torment as she held back with all the strength she had left. 10 seconds. Ricky pulled out his cock with a trembling hand, already pointing it at the bowl. 5... 4... 3... 2... The buzzer on Ricky’s iphone signaling midnight was drowned out by the couples strangled cry as they both relinquished their holds on their rupturing bladders at the same time, 39 and 78 hours worth of roiling dark piss splattering noisily into the bowl. For a moment, they maintained their pained expressions; it appeared that their loads were so great that releasing had not yet granted them relief...but after a moment… Both of them moaned in orgasmic euphoria as their bladders finally crossed the threshold and began to deflate, their streams growing in intensity and roping with wild abandon into the toilet below. So great was the combined force of their gushes that the bowl actually began to fill up, automatically flushing to keep up with the torrential output. 2 minutes passed...then 3...then 5...then 7. After 9 minutes, their flows finally began to slow, coming down from power hose to pressure washer, then to faucet and slowly down to trickle. The toilet flushed again as the last of their bladders filled it to the brim once more, whisking away the dark frothing pee with a wet *glug*. Both of them sank, Ricky to the floor and Daniela onto the toilet, panting heavily, jaws slack and gazes unfocused. They both lay there for a few moments, almost insensate from the massive release they’d experienced. Finally, Ricky raised his head, blinking the blurriness out of his eyes. “...Th-that...that was…” “...Yeah…” Daniela breathed, giving a tired chuckle. “Fuck...that was...wow…” They both continued to sit there, reveling in the afterglow of their momentous pisses for a while longer before Ricky pulled himself up to plant a kiss on Daniela’s mouth. She returned with a tired ardor, bringing a hand up to his face as she did. “...Told you I could do it…” She breathed, making them both chuckle. “But I’ll admit...I was bursting…” She whispered the last word in his ear, and immediately Ricky felt energy surge back into his body...well, a specific part, anyway. “Hey…” Daniela murmured, still breathing heavily. “We still got...a week left…” She murmured. “Let’s see if we can’t break the record, huh?” Ricky merely looked up at her, swallowing. “...I love you…” She smiled. “I love you too...now, let’s get in the shower and I’ll show you how much…” THE END.
  5. Introduction Key laid on the roof one night. She had on only her undershirt and her underwear, the grime of battle still stained on her body. She gazed blankly at the night sky. The creaking of the ladder was followed by Vera’s head popping up. “You okay?” she asked. Key nodded without looking down at her. “Look, sweetheart…” Vera pushed herself onto the roof. “We aren’t going to win every fight. It’s just not feasible." “I know that,” said Key, “but I could have been smarter about this one. I should have been faster. Lei and Katy trained me better than this.” “Hey, I was there too--” “But it was my adversary that took the victory away from us. I just… wish I would have been better.” “Baby…” Vera took Key’s hand. “I wish I could show you how strong you are.” In the darkness, Vera hadn’t noticed Key’s distended abdomen until then. “You haven’t gone yet,” she moved her hand up to the bulge and rubbed it in circles. “It’ll make you feel better to relax.” Key smiled a little. “I know.” She sat up and went to the edge of the roof. Then, immediately after pulling aside her underwear, she released a hard stream of glistening liquid. She sighed as the tension left her body. The flow went on for several minutes, and as it died down, Vera scooted closer and put her arm around her. “Someone new is on their way,” she said, “you feel it, don’t you?” “I’ve felt it for a while. I just haven’t been sure.” Key rested her head on Vera’s shoulder. After a pause, she said “do you think she’s going to be good?” “Don’t think like that. Let’s just do our duty and train her the best we can. Either way, she’ll be our sister and we’ll be hers.” “We can get down, by the way. I know you don’t like the roof.” “I hate the roof,” Vera chuckled and went down the ladder. Key lingered at the top for a moment, gazing at the sky again. “Please be good,” she muttered to herself. “Are you coming?” Vera called from below. “Yeah,” Key called back, and went down after her.
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