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Chapter 1-Trying to get a wee before leaving Monica scrubbed her body as the boiling hot water poured all over her, flowing down in tiny rivers that splashed below and went down the drain. Her rock hard muscle, yet very thin tan body shined in this hot water which steamed up the whole bathroom. Monica whistled while she soaped up her broad shoulders. Lots of girls had hot bodies, but Monica made sure she had the one no boy would expect growing up. Having started lifting weights in high school, and having just graduated college and working as an engineer at a plant for construction projects, she now built a well-fit body that got a lot of guy’s attention at college. One guy while she waited in line for dinner at college her sophomore year grabbed her ass, and she flipped around, twisted his nipples and brought him to the ground. The whole cafe cheered that day and the douchebag was expelled, from that moment on men (and some women) loved this brown hair women’s muscular tan body. Not tall, average girl heigh. She rubbed the shampoo through her hair as her nipples flattened from the hot water, her awesome body in v-shape down as she bent over in that moment and scrubbed her crotch, getting a bit aroused while doing so. She finished and headed out the door, her roommate Emma bouncing in agony and rushed in. Monica hid her small laugh. “Oops” she said. She shared the house with a couple friends. Monica slipped into her tight black skirt that seemed to be a little too short for work which showed off her sexy hard calf’s and ass of steel. She put on a tight White top without sleeves just over the shoulders but boy did it show off those two breasts that were round and hard as bricks. She slipped her sock less feet into some black high heels. She brushed her dark brown hair so it went straight down just past the shoulders and was perfectly wavy. She drank the last bit of her morning coffee she left on her dresser before she showered, then went downstairs for a refill and drank that right down. “Ok, I should head out,” Monica said, seeing the clock. She lived in the city and had to take the train to work. She bagged the blueprints of the project they were working on at her plant, and felt a very small twitch in her abdomen. Well, that coffee traveled fast. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. Her roommate was still in there. “Emma, you almost done? I have to get going and I want to use the bathroom one more time before I leave.” “I have to get ready too ya know!” Emma yelled. She worked in the mayors office. Monica sighed. Her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep it together. “Ok, but it’s a bit of a ride to work, I just want to go one last time. I think I drank down my coffee too fast.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow in wonder if she will get in or not? “Is it an emergency?” Emma asked without concern in her voice. Monica rolled her eyes. The fuck was this chick’s problem!? “No, but come on, let me in. I barely feel it but I just want to let it out now.” “Door is open,” Emma said. Monica opened the door, and there was sexy Emma in a pile of soapy bubbles that leaked over the edge of the tub. Monica put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot in annoyance. When was Emma gonna get out of the tub. Seeing the toilet right there caused a slight jolt in her bladder. “Well, you gonna go or not?” “Not with you in the bathroom with me!” “Pff. Come on girls don’t have shy bladders, it in our nature. Now get going.” Monica could squash that myth in a heartbeat. She was a tough chick, but after twenty-three years on this earth, she fell weak when it was her bladder, peeing with someone on the other end of the door was hard enough, but in the same room!? Monica just shook her head and went downstairs and out the door. “I’ll just go at the train station,” she said to herself. She was almost done with her apple when she got there, her bladder having been humped around as she speed-walked there since she was running late after having to argue with Emma. The twitches made her lips curl to the side a couple times having felt slight discomfort against her abdomen. She grabbed her ticket after she paid at the machine, and saw sadly the women bathrooms were out of order. A long line of men and women waited outside the men’s room. She tossed her arms up. She sighed having become annoyed. She did all she could, hopped on her train, crossed her legs and wiggled the foot that went over the other leg as the train made its destination to the other end of the city where Monica worked. She got off and ate the rest of her apple as she entered the ladies bathroom. The pressure now stayed there in her abdomen. Nothing extreme, but it was like a hot bubble was growing and pushing against her insides slightly without stopping. There was only a couple stalls in this bathroom, and one was occupied as Monica noticed the other women’s feet. Monica went into the stall but her phone started buzzing. A text message from her boss Alicia. It read: CODE RED! NEED ALL SUPERVISIORS ON THE PROJECT IN ENTRANCR HALL IN NEXT TWO MINUTES! “Fuck!” Monica said as she looked at the time. She had to clock in five minutes or she’d be late. She looked down at the toilet, frowned, as there was her relief but there be no way to make it in time to the meeting if she peed. The urk of being a woman, you could not just wiggle it and be done. It was a process. She bounced a little, annoyed, and She bit the last part do her apple and tossed it in the toilet and hit the flush handle with her foot as she left without peeing. The flushing sound causing her to blink hard and raise one leg backwards trying to stay tight and keep it in. The remaining stub of the apple being flushed down the into the plumbing, the twitches in her bladder becoming more aggressive that one would start to try find a bathroom at this point. To be continued...

The Black-Light District.... A subsidiary of the Magic Academy as a whole.... The air smells strongly of disinfectant, and an unnatural cleanliness. The area, at least initially, seems to be illuminated by a dim light...Brighter than candlelight, but not quite at the level of a few well placed lamps...As if the lighting itself wants to leave the area.... After a few minutes of exposure to the uncomfortable air, the area starts to brighten up.... Yet, the same overly-clean smell pervades the senses for a while longer. It almost feels like a hospital... Especially as several of the doors open....A few, barely cracked....some opened halfway......Yet, the inviting light doesn't seem to permeate the deep shadows in the door frames... Save for the bright, watchful eyes that peek out at you.... Moving..Staring... following... Unblinking glares, as you pace your way down the halls... None of the doors opening fully....A few of them even creaking shut.... Doing absolutely nothing for the nerves, or anxiety such an area brings. At the end of the hallway merely leads to a left-or-right junction, heading you further into the district. A note fished from a pocket tells you to go left, right, and then left..... Prompting you to make your turn.... And suddenly notice the hall you were in fade from the corner of your view..... The path behind you shifting to a diagonal one, from it's prior setup. An...uncomfortable shift in perspective... Or one of the many Defense mechanisms you'd heard about..? Pacing down the hall, you see a few girls standing outside of their rooms, speaking in hushed tones... More stares gazing over you... Not as a stranger, but the way someone looks at a bug on their wall... Or, a piece of refuse..... Less than human.. Less than animal... You appear to be less than nothing to them, as you keep going... Taking the first right you get to... The area behind you fading again.... As you make a lengthier trip, pressing forward.... And seeing a line of girls, standing straight... In identical uniforms to one another... As they await outside of a door with a familiar ladies room sign on it... The bathroom, you imagine.... Some girls are shifting ever so slightly.. Some are glancing forward, with bitten lower lips... And some of them are pale, with hands clenching their stomachs..... You decide it's best not to be caught staring, and make your way to the last junction... Taking another left, as you come to a pair of....refreshingly blue doors. It seems almost like the material is made up of something soft, as you glance down at the note... The text on it having changed. [You're there] .... You take a breath of the uncomfortable air you just now realize is fading... Gasping as if you'd just emerged from being submerged.... As you push open the doors to see... .... The bottom of an ocean? You see windows behind a large desk, with deep, blue waters behind it... A singular, folded note on the desk. You step forward, glancing down at it... As you look over the text. [Be back in two minutes: Get Comfortable] You ponder how long that two minutes will actually be... but, this gives you time to center your thoughts.... And recollect some parts about yourself... ========================================================================================================================== [Black Light District: Character Creation Generator! (This will be your main character for the Black-Light District of Magic academy! Please fill out accordingly, and a general consensus will be reached out of several votes...) Height: (Are you Short, Average, or Tall?) Weight: (Are you Skinny, Average, or Plump?) Bust Size: (Are you Flat, Modest, or Ample?) Rump Size: (Are you Flat, Average, or Gifted?) Hair Style: (Is your Hair Long, Average, or short?) (Extra Details welcome too) Clothing Style: [Do you prefer Boyish clothes, Girly clothes, or have No preference?] Transfer Reason: (People don't usually come here of their own volition. Were you sent here for Violent reasons, Mentality reasons, Disciplinary reasons, or A Stupid reason?) Secrets: Any kind of secret you may have, Embarrassing, dark, or otherwise? Extra: Extra Details! [If a consensus can't be reached, you will be created by the Author instead.] (Faust apologizes for the lengthy delays in stuff. Hopefully, life'll stop beating him up for enough to get this off the ground.)

I seriously can't believe how close I was to losing it. Sorry for the kinda click baity title, but I need to vent lol. Despite not posting in like forever, I think this definitely tops the list. It was a somewhat busy day, drinking a lot of fluids through the begining of the day. I start to notice I was getting pretty desperate around 3pm, last time I went was around 11am. I generally go to the bathroom around the same time everyday, as the morning break is suppose to take care of my morning Coffee and breakfast fluids. I also drink another cup of coffee around 10:30 and that's the last coffee for the day before I switch to tea and water. Getting back on track and as I mentioned before it was somewhat busy, I ignored that fullness. I was concentrated on my work, distracting me from how badly I really needed. Time kinda flew as I autopiloted through my work, before I knew it, I was bursting to pee lol. It was probably around 15 mins to 4pm before I realized my crisis, but I was close to finishing. I wasn't aware of how bad until I noticed my legs were double crossed, clamping tightly together. Tried to work a little more on it while fidgeting like crazy, which I probably was already but didn't realize - it's like once you know it you cant not think about it. When I quickly got up, I was immediately hit with a wave of desperation, my waistband and belt heightened that urgency. I dashed to the bathroom, with the only thoughts of not wetting myself. That's how bad I had to go. I ran straight into the cubicle, locked it with my whole body shaking. I was fighting against the key in latch effect as my hands were shaking undoing my belt and buttons of my jeans. (Which were medium washed jeans so it was half noticeable) As I was desperately undoing my jeans, my body just froze for a split second. I felt it like slow motion as hot liquid spread before I could get my jeans and underwear out of the way. I quickly pulled them both down and a split second after my legs immediately collapsed. My head was pounding, my body became hot as I realized my predicament. I didn't want to look at the damage as I felt a trail of warmth near my inner thigh. Reality hit me like a truck, took a few minutes just sitting on the loo. I just stared at the medium wet spot. I tried to dry it as best I could with the paper and mustered the strength to leave the safety of the cubicle. As I washed my hands, I looked at the mirror and there was a wet spot. It wasn't down to my thighs which was what I felt - so I kinda felt a little better but was still pretty down about it. I rushed back to my desk, trying not to gain attention. One thing that was a saver is my heater under my desk. I put on a jacket and turned it on as if I was cold. Aimed it at my wet spot to dry it lol. Made me feel better going home as it dried somewhat away in the hour it ran. Anyways, can't believe that happened but it's better than not getting it off at all lol nothing can save that.

I did a short animation. I don't think I'll do these often, especially with color. Anyways, enjoy! pee_Trim.mp4

This happened a few years ago at Megacon in Florida. A little background, I am a huge nerd! I love theater, Larp, comics, games, cosplay...everything nerdy just about. This particular day, my fiance and I decided to cosplay as Dark elves/Drow. Basically obsidian black skin, long ears, stark white hair and blood red contacts. He wore a suit of Asian inspired leather armor and I wore a black, silk kimono with pink and red flowers. Underneath, I wore red silky panties with a matching bra and, here is the important part, a black lycra body suit to cover my legs, chest and arms. The rest of my skin was covered in theatrical ben nye black makeup. To toot my own horn we looked pretty damned classy. I tinted my makeup blue so it glittered a bit in the light just to give it that extra extravagant flair~ Anyways I get about halfway through putting on my makeup ( a 4 hour process...yes we are very dedicated to our craft) and I realized that A: I had to pee and B: going without ruining my Kimono (roughly $500 real silk kimono) at the con/ taking off my body suit was going to be hell. Once again, dedicated to my craft I stripped off, peed and carried about my setup. After the makeup I went again for good measure and finished suiting up, knowing full well this was going to be a challenging day. We grabbed breakfast from chick-fil-a in full garb (yes funny looks but they had fun with it) and started the roughly hour commute. The long white wig was already making me a little warm so I chugged my large lemonade and about half of my fiances large sweet tea...Mistake number 1. An hour later we are trying to find parking and I ALREADY have to pee. It wasn't terrible, but I was at the point where I would be looking for a bathroom/ be a little impatient to find a spot. Maybe a 6/10. Fully expecting this and unwilling to undress to pee I held it in excited silence for the convention. Getting in and ticketed took another hour and by then I was at like a 7/10. A little fidgety and getting nervous I wouldn't be able to hold it until we left for the hotel in about 4 hours. But hey, I was a theater kid and a Larper, I had done dumb holds like this before so kept holding it. Mistake #2. I lost my need in the absolute sensory overload that was Megacon that year. So many people taking our photo, so many photos we took, all the swag we purchased and of course I cant go to a con without quaffing at least 3 Ramune sodas...Mistake #3. About an hour before we were scheduled to leave my fiance is feeding me a piece of pocky and I realize...I really have to pee. Like BAD. I crossed my legs under my kimono and thought about my options. I was getting tired, but it was SO FUN being at the con. I didn't want to leave early! I could try to go in the ladies room, but the line was a pain and con restrooms are gross. I really did not want to ruin my kimono with someone else's pee, but what choice did I have then? I made the decision to wait it out and be a big girl. Mistake #4. Over the next hour I passed up several Ramune sodas and got very quiet as I used to do when I was in danger of an accident. I fidgeted my way through the dealers room and one last panel before I realized this wasn't going to work. After giggling at a shadow cast and feeling the tiniest little dribble escape I bolted upright and told my fiance I was going to find the restrooms. I couldn't do it. It was now or never. Either DEFINITELY ruin my kimono and my dignity with my own pee or risk the chance that it was getting ruined by another's pee...The choice seemed obvious to me now. I hobbled trying not to leak over to the public restrooms, which for reference were about 50 yards away and got in the WORST LINE I have ever encountered in my life. It was easily 40 ladies long, each with some kind of huge bag of stuff to deal with or some horrible costume to take off. I knew from previous years that there were only so many stalls in that ladies room. Doing some mental math left me very dubious of my ability to hold it through this line. 5 minutes later the line had gone down to maybe 30 women and I was DESPERATE. Here I was, playing this upper class character at the con literally potty dancing trying not to piss on the floor. There were a few times I considered going outside to the terrace and lifting my kimono out of the way to tinkle through my bodysuit on the grass. Needless to say, shy Etchy back then didn't do so. Each time I thought about it the need got worse and more than once I dribbled into my panties. 20 min after joining the line I was finally in the bathroom proper, not just lined up on the wall outside and I was absolutely shaking. My legs were in a permanent state of locked crossing with my knees bent for extra pressure. I am practicing deep, slow, breathing because to sharp of an inhale or exhale will cause me to start peeing uncontrollably. My arms were stiff near my crotch and my hips were swaying back and forth. It would have been super obvious to anyone looking at me that I was about to piddle myself in front of 10,000 people. It was this that saved me. A girl near the front of the line kept looking back at me whenever I would whimper with a leak or tense harder than normal because a wave was obliterating my resolve. Finally after she became next and I was still 5 girls back she asks me if I want to skip her. This was both the nicest and most embarrassing thing I can think of that anyone in the nerd community has done for me. Ever. All I could do was nod with tears in my eyes as I moved in front of her. A few girls on the way grumbled, but she silenced them with a very angry look. A few minutes and at least two leaks later and FINALLY I was moving slowly into a stall. I quickly doffed my kimono and hanged it up behind me and stared longingly at the toilet, knowing it was going to be a struggle to remove the body suit. I reached up behind me while dancing in place and fiddled with the zipper at the nape of my neck. Suddenly the contortions became a little to much for me and I lost it. Just for a second, but still. I peed full on for a full second. it wasn't a leak. It wasn't a dribble. I peed, for a full second, in my pants. I thought I was gonna lose it right then. I thought about just plopping down in the body suit and going, but I held it. Barely. Finally the zipper was low enough to peel the bodysuit off and down. My panties were soaked. My body suit had streaks down the legs. There were a few drops on the floor. But Good god It was finally time. I yanked my panties down and had the second most blissful pee of my life in that con. I peed for a good minute before it slowed down. Eventually I stopped, and shakily redressed myself, cringing a little at the cold dampness of my panties and body suit. I rejoined my fiance and we enjoyed the con for a bit longer before heading out. All In all i saved the kimono and most of dignity...

A young Octoling looked out of the window as all the buildings seemed to go by. Nobody...Not even she...knew her name. But most of her friends called her "Eight". She's an Octoling that lost her memories after entering the Deep Sea Metro while on her way to "the promised land". The only thing she remembers is that she used to live underground among other Octarians and that she decided to make her way to inkopolis after hearing a song known as Calamari Inkantation. 1 month has passed since she made it to inkopolis. And she's been spending that month starting a new life. "Next Stop: Inkopolis Square!" The train announcer said. Eight smiled and got up from her seat. A minute later, the train stopped and Eight got off. She looked around the station. Multiple Inklings and Octolings could be seen chatting with each other. When Eight initially arrived at Inkopolis, she was surprised to see the amount of Octolings that had already made it there. Even more when it seemed like the inklings were getting along with them just fine. But then she learned that when Octolings started moving to Inkopolis, the Inklings thought they were just Inklings with exotic hairstyles. Eight chuckled and made her way to the stations exit. A few minutes later,she made it to the square. Upon arriving there,she felt a familiar urge in her abdomen. She had recently reached level 10, wich meant she was finally allowed to participate in Ranked Battles. She was so excited to participate that she left her apartment early and forgot to use the bathroom. Eight headed towards the Deca Tower and thought that she'd have a chance to use to bathroom there. She entered the tower and headed towards the receptionist counter. "Hello there! I would like to participate in Ranked Battle please." Eight said. "Are you level 10?" The receptionists asked. Eight nodded and pulled out her pass. The receptionist took a closer look at it and nodded. The receptionist returned the pass and pointed eight to the door that lead to ranked. "Oh,Before i leave...Can you point me to the restrooms?" Eight asked with a nervous smile. "Sure,Just head to the left of that hallway." The receptionist instructed. Eight nodded and thanked the receptionist while walking away from the counter. She followed the directions she was given and quickly found the restrooms. Unfortunately for her,there was a line of girls in front of the door. Eight sighed and headed to the ranked battle entrance. The door opened and revealed a monitor with two pictures on it; one of Wahoo World and one of Port mackerel. Above those pictures was an icon of a tower with "Tower Control" written next to it. Eight touched the Port Mackerel picture and the floor below her transformed into a launchpad. She transformed into her Octopus form and with the help of the launch pad,Super Jumped towards her destination. 5 seconds later,Eight landed on a pink spawn point. She reverted back to her humanoid form and looked around. She was the only one on the map right now. She pulled out her phone and texted her friends. "Hey! I'm at Port Mackerel right now. Where are you guys?" She typed. She then sent the message and waited for a response. 5 minutes passed and she still didn't get a response. To make matters worse,her need to pee had increased while waiting. She put her phone in her pocket and looked around. There was still nobody in sight,so she grabbed the waist of her pants to relieve herself. Right as she was about to pull them down however,3 icons appeared on the Spawn Point. Eight quickly let go of her pants and stood upright. A few seconds later,3 inklings landed in front of her. A green haired inkling girl,who Eight called "Three" approached her. "Sorry we're late,Four saw some new shoes at Shella Fresh and insisted we buy them before the match." Three said as she pointed at the Yellow Inkling,Who sheepishly scratched her head. The hair of the Inklings then changed to pink while they grabbed their weapons. Eight sighed and got her undercover brella ready. "Alright,Are you all ready?" Three asked. Eight was standing behind her teammates with her legs crossed as she waited for the match to start. "Ready?..............GO!!!" The match started and the team wasted no time making a path of pink ink to swim in. Eight followed her team,but was lagging behind because of her bladder. Eight hid behind one of the containers and peeked from behind it. WE TOOK THE TOWER! Four was currently standing on the moving tower while Three and the other Inkling were hiding in their ink and following her. Eight looked at the spot she was on and blushed. "Nobody will notice....right?" She said to herself. Before she could reach for her waist whoever,a couple of ink shots landed next to her. She peeked from behind the wall and saw another Octoling firing at her. Eight came out of her hiding spot and opened her brella to block the inkoming shots. She then pulled the trigger and fired 3 shots of ink at the Octoling. The Octoling exploded and a ghost flew out of his body. Eight eight closed her brella and placed her free hand between her legs. "WE'VE REACHED CHECKPOINT 1!" Eight transformed into her Octopus form and swam to her teammates. Upon arrival close to the location of the Tower,Eight quickly exited her ink and reverted back to her humanoid form. She then hid behind a wall and dropped her umbrella to place both her hands between her legs. Her need was urgent now and she was sure that somebody would catch her if she attempted to relieve herself right now. "WE'RE PAST CHECKPOINT 1!" Eight peeked from behind the Tower and sighed as the Tower started moving again. And the smile vanished as quickly as it appeared when four got splatted by someone. One of the opposing teammates got onto the tower and he was holding an Aerospray. The Tower started moving in the opposite direction. Eight grabbed her brella and rushed out of her hiding spot. The Aerospray wielder saw her and started firing at her. She opened her brella and blocked the shots. But because of the fast firing rate,her brella ended up breaking. She yelped and quickly swam away before any shots could land on her. She then got out of her Ink and started firing at the Inkling on the tower. All while making sure she didn't get too close to it. Some of her ink landed on the Inkling, but it wasn't enough to splat him. Suddenly,The inkling exploded. This caught Eight off-guard and caused her to let out a spurt. She quickly crossed her legs and placed her free hand between her legs. She then looked up and saw Three standing on a container with a charger in her hand. Eight quickly stood upright and gave three a thumbs up. She then inked the tower and swam up to it. The tower started moving again and her brella was fixed after a few seconds. Eight placed a hand between her legs and started fidgeting. She was very close to her limit and she was hoping she could reach the goal already. Luckily for her..... "WE'VE REACHED CHECKPOINT 2!" Eight smiled and looked around. Unlike the first checkpoint, she didn't have to wait as long for the tower to start moving again. 5 second passed and.... "WE'RE PAST CHECKPOINT 2!" The tower started moving again and Eight could already see the goal. Unfortunately,she also saw the same Aerospray user from earlier respawning. The Inkling wasted no time swimming towards her and firing at her. Eight quickly took cover behind the pole in the middle of the tower. Unfortunately,it didn't do much to block the shots and some ink ended landing on her. Eight opened her brella and started firing at the Inkling. The Inkling then swam towards the tower and managed to get on. He then fired at Eight,who still had her brella open. And like last time,her brella broke because of the firing rate. Eight quickly got off the tower and placed a hand between her legs. She quickly swam away and hid behind a container. She peeked from behind a container again while fidgeting. The tower was once again moving in the opposite direction. Suddenly,Eight's hair started glowing. Eight gasped and smiled; her special weapon was ready. She left her hiding spot and swam towards the moving tower. She jumped out of her ink and looked at the Inkling. He was currently busy dealing with her team trying to hold him back. Eight saw the chance and quickly swam up to the tower. She then performed a huge leap while her fist started glowing. The Aerospray inkling turned around and his eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen . He tried to jump of the tower,But it was too late. Eight's fist made contact with the tower and created a huge explosion of ink. This explosion splatted the Aerospray user. The tower started moving towards the goal again. Eight got up and put her hands back between her legs. She then starred at the goal as the tower slowly got closer to it. "C'mon...please!" Eight said to herself as she could feel another spurt escaping. The tower stopped moving.... "GAME!!!" Eight smiled and got off the tower. "The winner is.....TEAM PINK!!" Eight smiled and spun her Brella. But the spinning was interrupted by her bladder giving her a reminder. A minute passed and eight was back in the Deca Tower. Once the entrance to Ranked opened,Eight made a mad dash towards the restrooms. "Excuse me! Coming through! This is an emergency!" Eight said to each Inkling and Octoling she ran past. To her delight,the line that was in front of the door when she arrived was gone. Eight entered the bathroom and then kicked a stall door open. She then turned around and locked the door. She quickly pulled down her pants and sat down. As soon as her rear made contact with the seat,a stream of pink urine jetted out of her body. "Ah......Ahhhh...." Eight moaned as she started feeling more relaxed. Her mouth hung open and her eyes shut as the feeling of relief overwhelmed her. She opened her eyes and looked at her panties. There was a pink stain visible in the middle. After what seemed like a minute,her bladder was completely empty. Eight got up and pulled her panties back up. She didn't bother wiping as her panties were already wet. She shivered a bit because of the contact and turned around to flush the toilet. She exited the stall and headed to the sink to wash her hands. Because inklings dissolve in water, they used a special transparent ink to wash their hands or take showers. Eight left the restroom with a smile. She then headed back to the entrance where her team was waiting.

Hiya again friends! I was having a bad day. Long story short I was forced to hire a useless employee onto my game dev team where I function as creative lead. While I was having some fun times with @Gemgirl and @drenna on the discord I get a call from the person I left in charge saying that the whole project was screwed. Anyways I ended up getting pulled from some fun times into work and lots of meetings. Needless to say stressy Fox ensued. We got to the point where we had a path forward and I saw the light, this of course being several hours later and many coffees. My shoulders were tight, I was in a bad mood and I was still more than a little horny from earlier... I decided then that I was going to have some fun~ I kept drinking and enjoyed the feeling of building pressure as I finished my work. By the time I could crack my back and shut down my computer I was already at a strong 8.5 and very wiggly indeed. I went onto the discord to chat while I squirmed and foolishly mentioned my plans. From that moment on, @Biku, @Faust, @Pondera and @KozmoFox held my fate. As this community is apt to do, I was forbidden from using the bathroom by Koz until "I begged sufficiently hard enough." Being sufficiently worked up in stress and other things I thought this could be fun! A little bit of time with no control and people poking and prodding my bladder verbally...Plus many pets and words of encouragement had me quickly relaxing and getting very squirmy. I was at a solid 9 before I started begging. *OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE* I am about medium height with a slender/ athletic build. Because I know someone is going to ask...Cs. I have a sort of olive colored skin. I was wearing my long brown and purple hair in a high ponytail and I had taken my glasses off as soon as I got off work. I may or may not have been wearing clothes while working in my home office so when people asked I went and put on my favorite outfit on. Black Blake RWBY tee with a purple plaid mini skirt. I don't remember the bra I had on but I think it was the purple one with the pink bow. My panties were white and black striped and cotton. I was wearing tall purple thigh socks to keep warm. *END DESCRIPTION* Now something to know about Etchyfox. I usually don't like begging, but at this point it was really helping me relax. I was rambling, bouncing and squirming in my chair. Twisting and turning, bucking my hips I could barely type and it showed on the chat. Koz was being mean and decided to sit back and watch as I squirmed, not replying at all to my requests to use the bathroom. At this point I was desperate. A solid 9.9 about to piss my seat and finally after 20 min of me asking koz where she was she comes back and gives me a challenge. Lean over my chair arms with my bladder and beg her to let me up. Good god that was hard. As soon as I leaned down I started dribbling into my panties. It was immediate. No chance to stop it. The only thing I could do was convince Koz to not make me wet my carpet. I begged. Typos and poor grammar plagued my chat as I couldn't think, type or hold it. Finally it got to the point where I was spurting. Not leaking. Not dribbling. I had about .5 seconds where I was peeing. Koz finally allowed me up and I immediately started dancing. I almost fell over trying to march in place with my legs crossed because that was all that was keeping in the rest. At this point my panties were wet and my socks were getting damp. I sat back down for a second on orders and immediately dribbled on the leather chair in my office. The chat at this point looked a little like this: KozPLEson ELT ME PEE PLES KJOz LET EM PEE KOZ ITS comING ouTT KJOZZIM GONA PEE I was begging her to at least let me pull down my panties and squat. She wasn't having it. Everyone was having a good time with this or so I'm told. Koz knows me a bit to well now I think. She knows when i'm about to burst and this was it. I couldn't hold it. This was the end, but koz was having none of that. "Get on your knees and beg" Fuck me that was the worst thing I have had to do EVER involving holding. By second two I was starting to pee. I could hear it on the carpet under me. I couldn't type. I couldn't breathe. I managed one cohesive sentence in the panic. "Kozmofox please let me pee." "RUN" she said and I ran, leaking the whole way. I knew I would never get to the toilet so I jumped in the bath, yanked down my panties and... OH MY GOD WAS IT BLISS. I was panting, shaking and spraying pee harder than I think I may have ever done before. Have you ever experienced relief so extreme all you can do is laugh? All the stress from the day and my bladder all bubbled forth in a mad giggle as I peed for over a minute. When I was done I just plopped by bare bottom down in the tub and relaxed. Better than any massage, better than meds, better than a therapist. Just friends and mad relief. Thanks to @Biku for the incredible art! Go check him out! He has a few comics out now that are well worth the money! Hope you all enjoyed the story!

Hi lads! Its your friendly neighbourhood KozmoFox, and I'm here today to give you the details on the absolute torture I went on yesterday. If you remember the second part of KozmoLotto V, you know I had art done. If you pay a lot of attention to the art-centric part of this community, you may also know that a certain @Biku won't even draw wetting even if you throw money at him. So one might be wondering how I managed to get him to do so. Essentially, Biku and I entered a certain business relationship that will hopefully become tradition. That being, he gives me art for my experiences, so I give him experiences for his art. This is going to be the tale of the second part, as everything I'm about to tell you is going to be rendered into the glorious art of Biku sometime soon. Half the purpose of me even writing out this experience is to provide him with an even better script to work with than all of the details I've already given him or the ones he were present for. Essentially, I paid him with my bladder, acting out his whimsy so he could get the most accurate depiction of the scenario in his mind that he possibly could. And it was utter torture. If you know Biku, you know he likes his Just Made It scenarios, and this was the goal for this one. But even if such a scenario is not to your particular taste, there may still be something for you, as I did not make it to the end of this day unscathed or without changing my clothes. The long and short of it was essentially, a bathroom gauntlet. I provided Biku with a map of my surroundings, and we pinned down 8 bathrooms. Before the challenge ever began, I was to consume 3 litres. THREE LITRES of fluid. Then after my class, I was to hit up every single bathroom, and stand in it for 2 minutes, each. If I ever leaked, I'd get an incremental penalty (1 minute, then 2 minutes, then 4, etc). After completing all of the bathrooms, I was to go back to the very first one and stand in it for a minute, before I could sit down and have my sweet relief. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL FOLKS. When that particular challenge was finished, I was to fill up on food and gatorade (warding off water intoxication) to initiate an immediate second hold, just to see how far a bladder that had just been through hell and back could go. No special nuances with that one, it would be just to see how my endurance could hold up. That was also absolute torture, but a new and different kind of torture. If you've read basically anything you know my general appearance. Pale medium height skinnysmol covered in tats. Currently rockin the teal hairdo. On this day I was wearing a beige jacket, a brown and white striped sweater (THE BEST TIME TO WEAR A STRIPED SWEATER...IS ALL THE TIIIIIIME), a blue skirt, black thigh highs, winter boots, and a nice matching set of teal underwear. Looked pretty professional if you ask me. Biku's Depiction (accurate as can be): It all began before I ever left for school. You can drink as much water as you can, but your kidneys only move so fast eh? So the idea was for me to start drinking before I ever left for school. I have a giant water bottle that can hold 2L, and it fit snugly into my bag. I drank a litre of water before I left the house, and even grabbed a coffee on the way. Once I got there and sat down in class, I polished off the coffee like nobody's business. I was going to be in that class for about an hour and a half, so I had that period to down another 2l. When I got there, I barely needed to pee at all. I could feel myself filling, but even if I wasn't holding I wouldn't go to the bathroom yet, barely anything there. Every little while, I'd open the bottle, chug down a bunch of gulps, and put it down for a bit to let my stomach settle. I'm not the biggest person on earth, so I had to let some filter, my stomach expand, all that. I was barely paying attention to the class, I was mainly doing site things on my laptop from where I was sitting in the back. Things got interesting towards the end of the class. It was very similar to the feeling you get from rapid desperation if you're familiar, where you're filling up your bladder faster than it can expand and accommodate, causing your bladder to feel unbearably full before you're even at max capacity because it just wasn't ready to be hit by a truck of water. This had me VIOLENTLY desperate in the last 20 minutes. If I was smarter I'd have thought of everything I just said about bladder expansion, but in these moments I was convinced I wouldn't even make it to the challenge itself. It was a wild eyed sort of panic, my foot frantically tapping on the ground, constantly shifting around as I waited for the clock to hit the class end time. I thought I had so little time that I actually packed up my things before the class was over, because I thought saving those precious seconds would mean all that much. They probably did, looking back. The posture change across this whole challenge was gradual. Starting out here, I was basically exactly as you see in the artwork. Determined, mildly frustrated and irked, just a little tense. I basically powerwalked with an absolute purpose straight to that first bathroom, like a stern mom looking for the manager. I walked in, walked to the sink, braced on it with one hand and stuffed the other between my legs. I let out some noise, the most pent up groan you will ever hear, probably sounded like someone having a bad day hearing that one stupid thing to break the camels back. A little jiggle and dancing later and I managed to finesse out my phone. I should probably mention I had a stopwatch app for measuring time in each bathroom. I also needed my phone to keep in contact with Biku; keep in mind the entire purpose of this entire debacle is for him to collect data on this scenario so it could be prepped as accurately as possible. Data I did provide gladly, but also in furious caps lock. This bathroom was one of the worst of the bunch, because of my aforementioned bladder issue of rapid expansion. I couldn't believe I was actually holding it because it felt like I was about to piss all over the floor. Eventually the two minutes passed, and I was able to make my way to the next two bathrooms, located in the cafeteria area. These two were probably the easiest; they weren't EASY, just the easiest by comparison. The absolute powerhouse of a strut I walked to get there must've helped my bladder settle and adjust to its growing shape. I was still in DIRE need of a bathroom, but it got just a touch easier, and that little touch to take the edge off was all I needed to clear the next two. They went much the same way as the first, me shaking and dancing like a leaf, propping myself up on the sink, my fingers and foot tapping way impatiently as I watched the clock. At this point I was beginning to sweat from all the effort, who knew that holding a full bladder and walking an entire campus with a full laptop bag of college supplies on your back would be a good workout? I was still quite badly in danger, but this was as collected I would be for the entirety of the challenge. I hit another bathroom in the hallway on the way, and I was really starting to feel the effects. The bladder settling only goes so far; you have a capacity, and adjusted or not I was reaching mine, with all of those litres of water steadily chugging their way through, like a tap into a water balloon. Having to stop in that bathroom made me very aware of that fact. The tapping of my feet and the shifting around were getting more and more intense with every passing moment, as stopping to take stock really sets your mind on things, and my mind did not like what it was thinking and feeling. Better yet, nobody I was chatting with on my phone would let me forget. This was the end of easy mode. And there's nothing quite to signal the end of an easy mode, like a sudden curve in difficulty. You see, on my way to bathroom #5, something bad happened. Something really really bad. I made my way to where I knew it was, up on the second floor, and continued my highly aggressive traversal. At least I did this, until I was in the second floor lobby, which was milling about with students, and very suddenly had to stop. I stopped, I stalled. My knees turned inward, and I hunched over ever so slightly. I could feel my face burn red hot as I felt my bladder protest, and decide that it wouldn't be taken so lightly. That it meant business. I couldn't believe it, not for a second that something so dastardly was about to happen to me. And then I leaked. Badly. Very badly. I felt the spray hit my underwear that were dry up until this point. Not a dribble. A spray. I felt it cover my nether regions, and pour a tiny river down my thighs as I instinctively pressed my legs together. I saw some hit the ground, and felt some saturate the side of one of my socks. In a lobby, rife with students. It perhaps hit me more in that moment than ever, just how dangerous this challenge was. My aggressive confidence went straight down the toilet. Stepping on the drops I had left with my boot, confident that they were inconsequential given the snowy climate causing people to track slush everywhere, I hobbled around the corner and into the bathroom. This was bad. This was very very bad. If I had been wearing say, jeans, the damage would be noticeable to everyone with eyes, and Biku was kind enough to point out that the skirt was his idea, and a good one. He also chose this moment to tell me that from now on, all time spent in the bathrooms was to be done inside a stall. All this on top of each other made this to be one of the harder bathrooms. I ended up in a stall, hand buried in my skirt (which was a terrible idea; given my underwear was now soaked, this spread the damage) with my arm propped up against the wall, and my head propped up against that. Squirming and gasping in extreme desperation, I suffered a full 3 minutes due to my penalty, every now and then another pang forcing me to shudder and crouch and bend my body ever so slightly. The people I was chatting with seemed to be a big fan of this development; in the span of a minute I had gone from my determined and angry desperate persona to an absolute wreck of a woman inches from wetting herself, standing right next to a toilet. And I'm telling you, I could not bear to look at that thing. I could not bare to listen to the other girls using the bathroom. I should probably thank the chat for that, for being the distraction letting me tune out the environment that very well could have doomed me right there on the spot. I was about to pop. I then had to find my next bathroom, which was a building away. I did not stride there. I did not confidently strut with determination. I hobbled, with my legs pressed together, feeling the dampness of my underwear and sock torment me. I had to pee. I really really had to pee. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and that if I had any chance of victory, it was going to be very slim. I was dancing the wire, and BOY was I dancing, skating on thin ice above a river contained only by my bladder, which at this point felt massive. My abdomen, which is not a big abdomen, felt as hard as a boulder. I got in that next stall and I swear, the entire time was just me frantically whining on my phone. Victory almost felt hopeless. I needed to pee, I needed to PEE. I didn't think I could make it, not in a million years, and my fight or flight was on maximum overdrive, because I was all but certain that within the next few minutes I was about to make a complete mess, pissing myself in the middle of my college. Luckily, I had champions to my cause, who despite all of my moaning and panting and whining, the frantic typo-laden garbage I kept sending through my phone, they convinced me I could do it, they believed in me. Of course I had some naysayers, in this community there's always the ones who want the desperate girl to fail horribly and wet herself. But I was successfully convinced. I had 2 more bathrooms before finish line. I could do it. I'm not some pleb, I'm KozmoFox. I got this. And so I left that bathroom, knowing the final two were nearby, in such close proximity I could taste it, victory was so close, and then... I got fucking lost. Yeah, you heard me. My stupid ass got lost. Me, who has been a student at this college for 5 whole years, and been through the whole campus enough to navigate it with my eyes closed, got LOST. That's like getting lost in your own house. Do you know how absolutely, mindblowingly and ferally desperate to pee you need to be, to get LOST in your own HOUSE?! Because that was straight up me. In theory, I knew where the last two bathrooms should be. But my mind was so foggy, so frantic, so close to losing complete and utter control of the body it was piloting could not fit the pieces together, like a dog trying to play Tetris. So, I had to cheat a little. Just a little. It actually hurt my chances even to do so...because I went on autopilot trying to find another bathroom that I hadn't already been in. That counts, right? A bathroom is a bathroom, even if its not the originally intended bathroom. So I went down a flight of stairs, gingerly and carefully as not to jostle myself that little amount that would cause me to completely flood them, and started darting my eyes around. I saw a ramp and went nearly right back to where I was, because a desperate Kozmo on autopilot is the dumbest creature on earth. I knew I'd be like this well in advance, which is why Biku and I went over the details so painstakingly and carefully. And I still managed to fuck it up. Luckily, the goddess of omorashi must have been on my side, because there was one on the ramp. I flew in, went in a stall, and locked the door. Again, I resumed the song and dance. Brace against wall, hold onto my crotch for dear life because I was so close to losing it I could practically taste it. But I couldn't think about that, no, if I thought about it, I'd be a soaked mess of a student before you could say la li lu le lo, so again I turned to my chat, who reinforced my upcoming victory. That encouragement is all I held onto. This challenge would be crushed beneath my boot, I just needed to stay...well, I wasn't dry, I'd already had a pseudo-mini accident, but RELATIVELY dry. I just had to make it. I knew I couldn't leak anymore, I knew it. Dribbles tried to force their way out, and I used all of my willpower, all of my strength and any determination I had left, to hold them back. I wouldn't survive another minute long penalty. As I traversed to the final bathroom, and by traversed I mean looked for another random one, I had to toss all pride out the window. I didn't have a choice. Attempting to seem dignified would spell the end, I required every single ounce of strength in my body. I hobbled down a hallway, knowing there was likely and hopefully a bathroom at the end, and boy did I hobble. Down a hallway. In the middle of a school day, with a hand buried between my legs, hidden under my bag which I had slung over my front, as a final flimsy shield between me and shame. I didn't care if my skirt got wet from the dampness of my underwear anymore...I was so close, and I do not go down without every single ounce of fight I have. The last bathroom was indeed at the end of this hall. I was able to take bearing and understand where I was in relation to everywhere else, and realized I was essentially very close to where I had originally started, and what would be my final stop. I got in this bathroom, which was not a stalled one but a single door single toilet bathroom, locked it, and began to pace wildly, occasionally smacking a fist off my leg, groaning and hissing in frantic desperation, and just generally hobbling about. No more dribbles, no more leaks. Two more minutes and then homestretch. The knowledge kept me alive, invigorated, kept me holding on just so. Just. So. My bladder was a volcano, ready to erupt between my legs, any more liquid, any more jostling would be the end. But I would NOT let that happen. I was sweating and panting like an absolute maniac, my forehead feeling damp and my face feeling hot. Firing on all cylinders, max capacity, max effort. And with that two minutes done, home stretch. It was time to take this one home. Leaving that bathroom, and going very carefully up some stairs lead me to the two bathrooms I had originally intended to be 7 and 8. I would appreciate the irony later. Another hallway and a half of frantic, skirt tugging hobbling brought me to the first bathroom I had visited right after leaving class. Home base. I spent the whole 60 seconds I was required to spend before my relief violently pacing around that room. I tossed my bag AND my jacket aside, I was overheating too much. If I stopped moving, I'd think about my desperation, if I thought about my desperation, I would pee. That's just how that was going to be. I could have choreographed a dance routine with how much prancing and shaking I was doing. Leaning on the sink, stuffing my hands down my skirt, planting my head against walls, all that good stuff. Whining and practically yelling at my stupid clock, to hurry up, hurry the fuck up, I'm about to piss myself please hurry! The racket I was making in that bathroom would have been audible to anybody walking by, they probably would have thought a murder was taking place. The final ten seconds I read my final words of encouragement, crouching and bouncing on my heel in the middle of the bathroom. It was time. I was about to win. And then the time hit 0. I confirmed it with Biku. I told him it was time. The second I read "fine, go" I flew to the toilet, hoisted my skirt up, and I hooked my fingers around the band of my damp panties gingerly sliding them quickly down my legs and around my ankles. Looking at them, the teal all over the crotch area and a bit of the back was darkened significantly, and as I saw the bow on the front hit the floor at my feet, seeing them crumple felt like a good metaphor for what I was going through. I planted myself on the throne with my legs apart, leaning forward and practically drooling. And I let loose. It was the most heavenly feeling I've ever experienced in my life. The hiss of my pee spraying below me was completely deafening and I didn't care. I started a timer, at Biku's request, to see how long it'd go. The final time? 1 minute and 52 seconds straight of peeing. There was so much, I could have sworn in that moment I was peeing more than I'd ever peed in my life. I peed, and I peed, and I peed. Probably about a minute in I changed positions, flopping back against the wall and letting my head loll about a bit, making it so that I was basically half-laying on the toilet, basically ready to nap from pure, exhausted relief as I kept on peeing. Those 2 minutes felt like forever. They say a sneeze is an eighth of an orgasm...This felt like double. Eventually the flow tapered off and I must have sat on that toilet another 10 minutes, relaxing, recuperating, and just chatting in the chat. Every now and again I'd end up letting out another spurt...because you know, 3 litres is a LOT OF LIQUID and I still had plenty coursing through my system, and still filtering into my bladder. The kidneys do not care what the bladder is going through. Take that knowledge to heart. But then I was reminded...I had a second challenge to start immediately, and these still pumping kidneys were going to help with that. How far can a girl push a beaten and bruised bladder? I walked to the store, feeling more relieved and bouncy than I had in forever, literally lighter on my feet, and bought some chips and over a litre of gatorade. Gotta get those salts and electrolytes, it staves off water intoxication. Any person into holding should deeply familiarize themselves with this concept. When you drink as much as I just did, stuff gets washed out of your body, stuff like electrolytes which you could die without. You gotta drink a LOT for this to happen, but ALWAYS be safe before sorry. Therefore, on top of everything still filtering through my system, all this gatorade became the beverage of choice for the immediate round two. Writing on round two will be infinitely briefer. Mainly due to the fact that it was not a gauntlet challenge, or any sort of challenge with steps. It was simply a waiting game to see how long my overly tired battle could hold out. I had brought a change of clothes, because I know I'm a leaker and that getting out completely unscathed was slim. But I had no idea what I was about to go through, it was new territory. So I inclined to change after whatever was about to happen, not wanting to wear and then ruin a second pair of clothes. The build didn't take long, probably about another hour or so. My kidneys were still on overdrive, I still had a ton of water left in me, and I had just introduced a fair amount of gatorade into my system. Most of my time was spent sitting around by the cafeteria in a chair, munching on my doritos and polishing off the gatorade. It was pretty boring until I shifted in my seat and I felt a pang. A very interesting pang. I KNEW I wasn't filled yet, not to bursting...but my tired bladder was unbelievably sensitive. I walked around a little to test it, and sure enough, despite being maybe half full, I needed to pee again, and badly. Every little movement felt like it had a direct effect on my bladder, the sensitivity caught me super off guard but the sensation wasn't unpleasant. Say I crossed my legs, it would feel like the very bone of my leg was massaging directly onto the wall of my bladder, pulsing it and encouraging its release. Now I know it wasn't actually the bone, it was just the first metaphor I thought of upon experiencing it. If I took a step, I'd feel a sharp pulse, not an ache, not a dull throb, I mean a very sharp pulse that would make my thighs tremble. My bladder was very, VERY weak. Not gonna lie, it turned me on a fair bit, and if I hadn't been in a public place it was a sensation that would merit more experimentation, but this was not the day for that, nor the place. This was for SCIENCE. I wanted some peace and quiet and the day was fairly nice, so I decided to take my little rodeo of desperation outdoors. I knew a nice little crevice I could sit around in free from prying eyes, a wall that sort of curved around under an overhang. Realizing that I would not be able to hold this particular need nearly as long, I hopped back in the chat and let my gaggle of jerks know that the secondary event of the day was starting, and also soon to end. The people who earlier in the day my biggest showing of support, my rock, my source of courage...suddenly became quite dastardly. Suddenly it seemed like everyone wanted me to wet myself except Biku. I could feel my sensitive bladder expanding, and screaming for release due to the sensations of such expansion. Over the course of another fair bit, I went from uncomfortable standing around, to once more dancing on the spot, every movement tempting disaster, the sensitivity of my bladder doing me in far faster than any mass amount of liquid ever could. Yet they wanted me to wait, as much as I continually told them, with constant swearing and caps lock that "Hey, I'm going need to go inside soon, or I'm just not going to make it." Imagine that over several angry messages, conveying that thought. Meanwhile, in the legendary words of Biku... "kozmo no" As I stood there, hopping from toe to toe and mewling under my breath in utter sensitive agony, my tired bladder on the verge of just giving out, the dynamic very very swiftly changed. Firstly, my bladder was no longer Atlas, holding litres above his head to carry the journey forward. It was now more like a weak, shrivelled up raisin of an old person trying to hobble around without their cane and not fall over. Secondly, dear Biku pulled the trigger on something I never ever thought this bastion of making it and holding to the brink was even possible of comprehending. He brought out the big guns of torture. Enter my dearest waifu, whom I love so dearly, @Pondera. This waifu who in a short while, I'd open the chat to call a "huge bitch." Biku brought out this hound from hell itself, and let her off her chain. You see, Pondera has a very specific way with words. She knows how to verbally burst a bubble. How to pay the pied piper. How to make a person spill. Biku knew this. And Biku personally sicced her on me. I thought I could take it, and I stated so. After all, all of the other people trying to make me lose it weren't doing too much, all the remarks of pssssh and all the gifs and images couldn't do anything other than give me uncomfortable pains. What could this one person do? I practically dared her to try. And then for my transgression, I was delivered a nice little paragraph. A paragraph detailing in detail, all of the little feelings I must be feeling, every little sensation, bringing them all to my immediate attention. Telling me how tired and sore they must feel. Tempting me to just give into these feelings and let go. Ever realize you done fucked up? It was at that moment Kozmo knew, she fucked up. I thought I was Obi-Wan on the high ground, telling her not to bother. I was actually Anakin, doing something stupid and getting crippled for it. I played coy. I said she shouldn't bother, that it was useless. Boom, another short paragraph, dealing absolute crippling pangs straight into my bladder. I told her that this should last, not to ruin the fun. Paragraph. I doubled over, my pee hole feeling like it was about to violently erupt into my already disgraced clothes. I told her to stop. That she should just stop. Just stop. She kept going. It was at this moment I knew, if I heard another word, I was going to piss myself right there. After being dealt all these blows and my bladder being so tired, I wasn't sure I could make the short journey back into the college and to the bathroom by the door. I told her if she kept going I wasn't going to make it. She kept going. I started to beg. I started to beg her to stop. I begged with my life, which was basically on the line. From determined woman to frail, nearly leaky girl. I wasn't going to make it to the toilet. I wasn't going to make it. I begged her to please let up. Then she dealt a critical hit. I read it and for a moment, a terrifying moment, right there in public, outside my college, the floodgates burst open. Tears streaming down my cheeks, my hand stuffed in my skirt, it gushed out. Through my already sodden panties, through the front of my skirt, through my fingers onto the ground. Pee blazed a trail down my legs, soaking my socks, one stream going straight into my boot, making me feel the warmth pool around my foot. I saw a giant explosion fall from directly between my legs onto the brick beneath me, the wet stain looking like someone had dropped a water balloon straight onto the ground, a giant wet puddle and rivulets scattered everywhere. All from what was maybe a two second mega-leak. I barely got it back together, my bladder muscles quivering, screaming, barely managed to type on my phone, one last soft beg. To please stop, I was going to full on wet myself and had already started. I was sniffling from the pure tired effort of keeping it in. I was far from strong. I was about to keel over and collapse into a wet mess. Biku realized this, and called a cease-fire. It was the end game, and he knew it, and wanted to see if I'd make it that final stretch. He put the hound back on the leash, and she backed off before she could finish me off. Upon being told to go, I hobbled back to the door of the college. I left a trail the whole way. My bladder control was gone, and I kept spurting, sputtering, and dribbling with every pulse, straight into my clothes and onto the ground. The trail from my spot to the door was easy to follow with the eye. I entered the school saw people coming for the door. I initiated ninja training and scurried forward and down the hall to the right as fast as I could, right into what was bathroom #3 in the first challenge. Still leaving droplets pattering behind me, I dove into a stall and locked the door. My bladder knew where I was, and had none of it. The stream started, slowly but surely, the pitterpattering of drops on the tile underneath me audible enough to make me nearly cry. The front of my skirt was drenched, absolutely no saving it. I didn't bother to try moving it out of the way as I once more hooked my thumbs around the band of my poor panties and pulled them down, seeing them having been soaked every which way. It was surreal, seeing my borderline loss of control up close, pulling down my underwear and seeing firsthand the drops leaving me and striking my panties as they fell around my ankles yet again, falling into the small puddle beneath my feet, even the cute waistband receiving damage. I plopped onto the toilet. I had lost the battle...but I had won the war, and once more claimed victory. I spewed the inner river of my turmoil into the toilet bowl, knees together as I arched my back leaning forward and turning my head upward, not daring to look at the mess below and letting that small shame destroy my greater victory. Against all odds and torment, I once again had made it. Timing this one, the pee lasted over a minute. Half the length of the previous one, but the sensation of my poor bladder getting the relief it had been murdering me to get was pure bliss. Pure, and utter, fucking, bliss. The bliss of a hard earned success. My bladder wasn't the same for the rest of the day. Luckily, I had a change of clothes, and was able to go about the rest of my day and observe my functions without any issue, except for a close call after a meeting I had, and then another on the drive home that required a rest stop for a 10 minute drive. Yeah, my bladder was so weak I couldn't last a 10 minute drive without having to stop for another toilet victory. But all and all, this experiment for science? Yeah no, it wasn't that bad. There's something about the taste of victory that really hits all those nice feelings. While I'm mostly a fan of desperation and accidents, even I can't deny that maybe there's something about actually making it at the very brink that has its own separate appeal, at least when doing it rather than watching. After all, if I continue having accidents in my experiences, there's gotta be a couple of victories in order to make the losses feel like losses. And all the losses I've had, really made these victories feel like victories. Maybe, just maybe there's something to this whole "just made it" thing. I'll be flayed alive in the discord for saying so, but don't take this as a conversion. Just a curt nod of respect and acknowledgement. The moral of the story is, I have a very unique way of paying for art. And I'm probably going to end up doing it again. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This entire debacle is going to be the basis for some Biku art later. So stay absolutely tuned. Tuned as fuck. TUNED. THIS. THIS THING. ^ THAT. IS GOING TO BE BIKU'D. SO THAT. STAY. TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNED.

Hello! This is a story I wrote for OmoL, who had the idea of a waitress from a diner getting desperate at work and rushing home to use the toilet. Even though I don't think it's my best work writing-wise, I had a lot of fun working on this, and I hope you all enjoy reading it ? “Hey ma'am? Can I get another glass of sweet tea?” Laura stopped in her tracks, looking to the customer with an anxious expression on her face. She managed to force a smile and respond, “Of course.” She grabbed the pitcher of iced tea off the nearby counter and walked towards the customer slowly, cautiously. The pitcher had just been filled, and Laura had to move with great care to make sure none of the liquid sloshed out. You could say the pitcher and Laura’s bladder had a few things in common. It’d had been a long and busy day at the diner where Laura worked. People just kept pouring in, never giving the staff a chance to catch their breath. It was also in the middle of summer, and although the a.c worked just fine, it did little to help with so many individuals packed into one space. Between running from table to table and grabbing food from the scorching hot kitchen, Laura had to drink a lot of water throughout the day just to keep from overheating. Sadly, gulping down glasses of water was all Laura had time to do. As the day had progressed she made many attempts to run the restroom, but something always got in the way. A broken glass that needed to be swept up, another table that needed to be served, or another customer asking for a refill. Finding it increasingly hard to keep still, Laura rubbed her thighs together as she poured, the sound of trickling liquid torturing her. Thankfully, everything above her knees was covered by the 1950s-esque waitress dress she was required to wear. After being thanked by the customer, Laura put the pitcher back down and glanced at the clock hanging above her. It read 6:30 pm. “Oh thank God.” Laura thought, rushing to get out of sight and clock out before she was asked to do anything else. She shuffled into the empty break room, closing the door behind her before pressing her legs together and bouncing up and down. It felt so good to be able to squirm after having to hide her need for so long. Once she felt a bit more in control, Laura grabbed her things and took a quick look in the mirror propped up against the wall. Her dark brown hair was a mess, slowly falling out of the bun she had put it in before work started. There were faint, dark circles beneath her hazel eyes, a result of staying up late before remembering she had work in the morning. The dress she was wearing clung to her curvy figure well, but it was a bit wrinkled from all the running around she did. It was a good thing her shift was ending, because she was starting to look a bit unhinged. Laura straightened out her appearance the best she could before throwing all of her things in her bag and heading to the restroom, which was right by the back door of the building. Her bladder quivered in anticipation as she drew closer and she had to stop and squirm for a moment to calm it down. However, when Laura approached the door, her heart dropped down to her stomach. In front of her was a crudely written sign that read, “OUT OF ORDER”. “Shit…” Laura hissed, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She tried to go in anyway but the door was locked. She felt her bladder jolt once again, unhappy that it's chance to empty was snatched away. It looked like she would just have to try and make it home. Sighing, Laura tore herself away from the restroom and walked out of the building. She hopped into her car and took a few minutes to fidget in private, steeling herself for the long drive ahead, before pulling out of the parking lot. “It usually only takes about 20 minutes to get home.” Laura thought. “I should be able to hold that long…” Laura wished she didn’t have to drive, longing to press her legs together. Whenever she didn’t have two hands on the wheel she placed one on her lap, just barely resisting the urge to shove it between her thighs. She placed a hand on her stomach to rub her sore bladder, and was horrified to feel something round and hard. She glanced down to find that her bladder was so full that it was beginning to bulge out of her abdomen. This revelation only seemed to increase Laura’s desperation, and she whimpered as she writhed around in her seat. “Only ten more minutes…” Even with the ticking time bomb in her abdomen being squished by her seat-belt, Laura didn’t think she was in too much trouble. She was confident that she would make it home dry, even though it might be a bit of close call. That confidence was shattered when she turned the corner to see a block of cars in the distance. “Oh for fuck’s sake...” She said, slowing and eventually stopping behind the car in front of her. “Of course there’s traffic.” A work convoy a few miles ahead was causing traffic to move unimaginably slow. Laura dug her nails into her thigh while she rocked back and forth, her patience wearing down by the minute, and took the opportunity to cross her legs tightly while she waited for the road to clear. She couldn’t manage to sit still, feeling like she’d burst if she stopped moving for even a second. “Gotta pee, gotta pee…” Fifteen minutes later, Laura was officially frantic. She was bouncing, scissoring her legs, rubbing her thighs together and anything else she could think of to try and keep everything in. She finally gave into the urge to hold herself and pressed a hand into the skirt of her dress. The relief it offered drew a quivering sigh from her lips, but it still wasn’t nearly enough. Laura wished she could sit on her heel and grind into it for more pressure, but her car was too small. On the bright side, traffic was beginning to clear, and Laura uncrossed her legs so she could drive properly, despite the ache in her abdomen and between her legs that advised against it. Rocking her hips, Laura drove as fast as she legally could, whimpering and cursing to herself all the while. The pressure was getting excruciating, and the simple thought of getting to the toilet was enough to make her bladder spasm. Finally, Laura was right down the street from her home. She came across another red light and shoved both of her hands into her crotch once she’d stopped the car. She was panting now, her body tense and legs quivering with the effort to keep her seat dry. “Oh, I have to go-ah!” Laura yelped. She felt something warm and wet escape her, dampening her hands. She looked down and found a small wet spot on her dress. A string of curses escaped her mouth as Laura held herself even tighter, begging the light to turn green before she leaked again. Once it did, Laura sped down the road and pulled into her driveway. She grabbed her bag, got out of the car and hobbled to the front door, keeping a hand buried between her thighs. She bounced up and down while she frantically searched for her keys. “Come on, come on…!” She whined, feeling another couple of drops leak out, and began to dance from foot to foot as she shoved the key into the door. As soon as the door opened, Laura nearly collapsed into the house, slamming the door behind her and dropping her things before shoving her other hand into her crotch. She ran in place for a second, begging her body to hold on for just a few more minutes. Slowly, Laura shuffled down the hall towards her bathroom, pausing every few seconds to squeeze her legs together. Another few spurts escaped her the second she placed her hand on the door knob. It took all of Laura’s willpower not to give into the relief, trembling as she felt streams of piss rolling down her leg. She knew she only had a few seconds left before the dam broke. She had to make one final push. After taking a deep breath, Laura threw open the door and dashed to the toilet, scrambling to slide down her underwear as her bladder let out leak after leak. Finally, Laura sat down on the toilet and let go. Laura buried her face in her hands and let out a loud moan of relief. The sound of her stream was almost deafening, pounding against the water below. The ache in her abdomen slowly disappeared along with with the bulge her bladder had created, and she lost herself in the feeling of release after holding for so long. By the time she was done, Laura was almost panting with relief. However, she knew she hadn’t made it home completely dry, and looked down to inspect the damage. Her underwear was completely soaked, along with her legs. She noticed that there were multiple drops on the floor, and a small puddle outside the bathroom door, which she neglected to close. “Thank God I live alone…” She thought. Although she basically wet herself, and had a bit of a mess to clean up, Laura was satisfied. She was just happy to not have that unbearable sensation between her legs anymore. However, for some odd reason, she felt another, more pleasurable one, take its place.

So this happened Sunday just gone, figured I'd share the little story I have ~ So if you guys had caught my status update the other day, I unfortunately had to undergo a 24 hour urine sample collection (to check the health of my kidneys). So the general gist of the collection was that you had to empty your bladder before starting and THEN, for the next 24 hours, collect all urine into this one large 5L container. Since I'm a girl and can't just go straight into it, I opted for using a makeshift-cup and transferring the fluids into the large one. This was the same day I had decided to plan a little hike up to the peaks district with @Zest, and I wasn't going to let it get in the way of our little day out. ❤️ I start this 'collection' around 8am, and we set off around 10am to go for this nice little venture out. Now, for those who might live outside the UK, the Peak District is a bunch of mountains and hills, it gets quite high and you definitely need to be a bit more prepared than just heading out in a coat and some trainers (oops). Alas, me and Zest drove there, and since they're literally mountains we found that it was quite thick with snow, ice and fog with the cold wintery weather, nothing like the milder rain we'd been having where we live. (here's a photo of when the fog began to clear up - doesn't really show well but that valley had a very steep drop to it with a river at the base! You can just about make shape of the windy path that goes all the way back and wraps around.) So anyway, we spent a good hour and a half hiking through all this snow and mud, we got to the 'peak' of the particular mountain we'd walked around and decided we'd probably best start heading back as we had a limited time on parking. It was at this point I finally realised that I actually needed the bathroom, the aching in my legs from the climbing and walking had been a good distraction for the most part. I was also very much aware that I still needed to do this 'collection'. In the car I'd brought a container and a bottle to store the urine in until back home, on the off chance that I may have needed to go pee, but unfortunately that was an hour away in the car's boot. It was almost like I had a timer to beat, we started heading back down at a far quicker pace than when we climbed, though we slowed down considerably at some slippy, muddy parts, which made the urge to go even worse! We'd gotten a little over half-way back and Zest slipped and fell in some snow. As he was ahead of me I got to witness the whole thing and it's not even like it was just a quick slip. He full on fell over in a comedic fashion, legs akimbo in the air and straight onto his butt in the snow. It broke me. I burst out laughing and couldn't contain myself. It wasn't until I felt that brief feeling of loss of control that I actually started to worry and had to squeeze my thighs shut. Amidst trying to control my laughter, hold myself and make sure Zest was okay, I indeed felt myself leak. >////< I haven't ever laughed so hard to end up losing control for a few moments, so it was such a weird sensation. I felt my underwear grow warm and damp in contrast to the cold weather. Being slightly worried about messing up the 'collection' sobered me up a little, and after a few moments I managed to gain a bit of composure, to stop myself from releasing the whole torrent I had waiting to burst back out. I fessed up to Zest, who found it endearingly cute and... probably more (ahah). He encouraged us on and after what felt like forever, finally made it back to the car. Coming off the mountain it was a good 10-15 minute walk to get back to the car itself, the mixture of finally touching solid, un-slippy ground and finally having a chance to pee felt like bliss as I had to hurriedly walk, bladder feeling achingly full and sloshy. There was a bathroom at the car park, and with my bag containing the bottle and little makeshift container in hand, I practically bounded for the restroom. Inside there were three small cubicles, a few sinks to wash hands and a clunky sounding hand drier. Stumbling into the women's bathroom I was suddenly aware that it was quite busy within. There were two ladies at the sinks, seemingly getting ready to head up into the peaks, and the middle stall was also occupied. Rushing into the nearest one I hoisted my leggings and underwear down, pulled the container out and squatted over the toilet, hand awkwardly holding the container in place. The sudden relief was bliss... ...however the obvious sound of the urine pouring into something other than the toilet filled me with utter embarrassment. When I was done I pulled the water bottle out and timed transferring the pee as soon as I heard the rattly hand drier turn on. I cleaned up, hid the bag between my legs as I washed my hands hastily and rushed back to the safety of the car. So, not quite a 'full' accident, but such a close call I was worried I'd mess up! >///< Also for the record, though I forgot to take a picture right at the end, I filled up a little over a third of that 5L collection bottle, which I had to awkwardly carry back to my doctors the following morning, in a green biohazard bag! o_o

As part of the university course I was on we had to go on regular placements. The students who lived in the halls of residence were often placed in far away towns and taken to bed and breakfasts for a week. This was one such time. There were around 30 of us on the hour and a half journey and the journey on the Sunday was very uneventful. Our placements were spread around quite an area with various students dropped in little towns along the countryside. I was around half way through the drop off with John being one of the last dropped off. Placement week was always busy and we were all looking forward to hearing how everyone had got on on the Friday evening. The placement finished at around 3pm and the first students, John and another girl, were first picked up around 6pm. John had had an outstanding critique and he had consumed a few beers to celebrate as well as having a coffee with his main meal. Friday evening traffic meant it was almost 6:45 before the last students were picked up and the coach then had a 90 minute journey back to the university. It was an old coach with no bathroom and not even any seatbelts! John was sat in a double seat to himself and I was across the aisle from him with another student beside me. We were all tired and lots of the students either fell asleep or wore headphones and listened to music. It was dark outside so nothing to see out the windows anyway. Roughly half an hour into the journey and John asked me the time. I say half an hour into the journey though for John it was more like an hour as he had been picked up first. Anyway, the first I noticed was his body facing more into the aisle and his leg bouncing a little. He looked up towards the driver as I told him the time. ‘Oh,I was hoping it was much later’ he replied before crossing his ankles. We made light chit chat about our placements and our grades but he seemed a little fidgety and distracted. He mentioned he’d has a few beers and ‘a coffee and might need a piss soon’ though I was thinking he looked liked he already did. The conversation came to a natural pause after I gave an embarrassed laugh at his comment but he smiled at me then looked back down to the driver. He moved over to the window seat and crossed his legs at the knees. I didn’t want to make it obvious but I could not take my eyes off him. He was dressed in a suit and tie, in his early twenties, had wavy brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was well out of my league but I liked him as a friend. Maybe ten to fifteen minutes later he shifted back towards the aisle again with one leg in the aisle tapping his foot on the metal walk way. His black smart shoes making the tap tap noise much more obvious. He whispered over to me, ‘do you think the driver would stop if I asked him nicely. I need a piss.’ I shrugged my shoulders and whispered back ‘you can only ask I guess’ I checked my watch to see we still had at least 45 minutes to go. John walked down and spoke to the driver and returned to sit on his seat and resumed the leg bouncing. ‘So?’ I asked. ‘He reckons I should wait.’ ‘Can you?’ This time John shrugged though I could tell he was very disappointed and unimpressed at the situation. He wriggled a bit, leaning forward with his head resting on the seat in front. ‘I need a piss’ he murmured to no-one in particular. He fluctuated between the window seat with his legs crossed looking out the window, to the aisle seat with his legs bouncing until suddenly I saw him in the window seat holding himself with one hand and his bottom raised above the seat. He bounced his bottom back onto the seat squirming as he did so. There was half an hour minimum still to go to our destination but he looked really bursting now. Again he walked down the aisle to the driver, presumably begging him to stop again. Again the second time he returned to his seat swinging his legs as he sat down with a hand resting on his crotch area. What had started as whispers between us was now general knowledge as one student after the other started asking John if he was ok. ‘I’m just fucking bursting for a piss that’s what wrong and the stupid driver won’t stop! Ok!’ He said rather loudly and much more angry than I could ever recall seeing him. Others tried to console him with the usual platitudes of ‘not long now mate’, ‘you’ll be fine’, ‘try not to think about it’ etc, none of which was helping poor John. He really was openly struggling now. He could hardly sit still. He was rubbing his crotch then gripping himself, then bouncing about, then tapping his knees with his hands. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, his head leaning on the headrest in front of him, he rocked and rubbed his trousers and swung his legs repeating to himself ‘need to fucking piss’ over and over. I was in such a quandary. The entire situation was making my own pussy throb with a very different need to John’s, my nipples were brick hard and tender and I wanted to rock in time with John but yet at the same time I really didn’t want him embarrassed or having an accident in front of all his peers. Partly to calm my own beating heart that was going ninety to the dozen with desire and party to try and keep my friend from utter humiliation, I swallowed hard and overcame my own shyness and walked up the aisle to speak to the driver. ‘Sorry to bother you. It’s just my friend really can’t wait any longer and I don’t want your seats being damaged with urine. Please could you stop somewhere, when it’s safe of course, and let him get release? It really is an emergency I’m afraid.’ I glanced back at John who had loosened his belt and undone the clip on his suit trousers and was rocking and holding himself for dear life. Despite me trying to be discreet John shouted from the middle of the coach ‘Mate I need a fucking piss. Please stop. I’m about to piss myself!’ I almost climaxed right there so much so I had to steady myself and sit down on the nearest seat as the driver started to slow down and pull into the side of the road. As we slowed to a stop John stood up with a hand now inside his trousers holding his penis through his boxers as he hobbled down the aisle and descended the few steps to the fresh air. It was pitch black outside but the headlights of the coach meant I could just about make out John’s shadow as he hobbled to some bushes and stood pissing for what seemed like hours. I stayed at the front of the coach and stood to thank the driver. The driver sighed and said ‘we really did have just ten minutes to go too’ but I smiled and said ‘I don’t think he could have held two more minutes let alone ten do you?’ As we both looked in the wing mirror at the male shadow standing at the bushed with his trousers barely above his knees! John was still pissing! Finally he headed back to the coach and the driver opened the doors to let him in just as a number of cheeky students clapped for him. I have never seen John so embarrassed! As John returned to his seat I followed behind as the driver pulled back onto the road for the last ten minutes. John returned to the aisle seat, relaxed, relieved and happy. As I sat down he took my hand and held it, looking right at me and whispered a sexy ‘thank you’ as he leaned in towards me and kissed my cheek. He had no idea the shivers that sent right through my body and the desires it stirred in my private areas. I was delighted he made it on time but I needed back to the privacy of my room to orgasm soon. We never became an item but remained good friends throughout our years at university. Unfortunately I never got to see him bursting as bad as that day but my memory replays the magic often.

The Ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom,Princess Peach,Was travelling in Bowser's Kingdom with her hero,Mario. After being saved by Mario from Bowser's wedding,she decided to go on a vacation with Mario and explore different kingdoms. Right now,She was in front of a restaurant drinking some tea while watching the fireworks. Peach had to admit,Despite the kingdom being themed around her enemy,It looked very beautiful. Peach looked beside her and saw Mario looking at the fireworks as well. He briefly looked at Peach and smiled. Peach smiled back with a blush on her face. After finishing her tea,She brought the cup back to the restaurant and payed. Then she exited the restaurant,where Mario was waiting for her. "So Mario,Where should we head next?" Peach asked. Mario turned around and pointed at a park. Peach smiled and grabbed Mario's hand as they started heading towards the park. Once they entered the park,they stopped at a pond where some Koi Fish resided. Mario and Peach stopped to stare at the pond with smiles on their faces. However,the smile on Peach's face slowly disappeared as she stared at the water. The tea she drank earlier filled her bladder faster than she expected. While Mario was staring at the pond,Peach looked around. She then saw a Festival up ahead. "Hey,Mario?" Mario took his eyes off the pond and looked at the princess. "How about we go to that festival over there?" the Princess said as she pointed at the festival. Mario gave peach a thumbs up and grabbed her hand. Peach and Mario made their way to the festival while Peach smiled nervously. She hoped there would be a couple of Toilets there. Once they arrived there,Mario looked around and saw some games. Peach however,was looking for a toilet rather than a game. Her search was briefly interrupted when Mario tapped her shoulder. Mario pointed a Water Gun game. "Uh,S-Sure. We can play that." Peach said hesitantly. Mario and Peach headed to the game. While Mario was paying to play the game,Peach kept looking around for a Toilet. She then saw a Portable Toilet there. Unfortunately,she also saw a huge line-up in front of it. Peach sighed and turned back to Mario,who was busy shooting some targets with a water gun. All the squirting only reminder her off how badly she needed to go. Peach her hands between her legs and looked around again. "(That can't be the only toilet on this festival..)" Peach thought. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Mario trying to get her attention. Peach saw his score and giggled. "Nice Job,Mario!" Mario gave her a thumbs up and looked for a prize for Peach. After finding a price,They continued to walk around the festival. With Peach's urge to use the bathroom increasing slowly. While they walked,Peach saw another portable toilet. Peach took a couple of steps towards it,until she saw a sign on it that said out of order. Peach whined and bounced one the spot. She quickly stopped when she heard Mario calling for her. "Oh,Uh...I'm fine Mario!" Peach said as she continued walking. Whenever Mario wasn't looking,she would place her hands between her legs. She was reaching her limit and she didn't have the courage to tell Mario she needed to relief herself. Her thoughts were once again interrupted when she heard a couple of footsteps. The very second she looked up,a Hammer Bro bumped into her and Mario,knocking both of them over. The impact caused her to leak a little. She quickly placed a hand between her legs to regain control of herself. However,she was quickly grabbed by the Hammer Bro. "H-Huh! H-Hey! Let go off me!" The Hammer Bro then ran away while dragging her with him. Mario quickly got up and started chasing the Hammer Bro. Because she couldn't keep her hand between her legs,Peach was having trouble holding it in. Mario was about to catch up,when two other Hammer Bros landed in front of him and stopped him. The Hammer Bro kept running until they were out of Mario's sight. Peach tried to break free from the Bros grasp,but her bladder was making it difficult. Peach then came up with an idea. She quickly bashed the Hammer Bro with her hip. An explosion of hearts then knocked away the Hammer Bro. However,the impact caused Peach to let out another spurt. Peach quickly placed her hands back between her legs and did a potty dance. She started running around and looking around. "(I'm at my limit! i need to go now!)" Peach thought to herself as she frantically looked around. She started running forward while looking for a toilet. Luckily,She saw another Portable Toilet and this one didn't have any lines,nor did it seem to be out of order. Peach sighed with relief,causing her to let out another spurt. She quickly tightened her grip on her lower region and looked around. With Mario nowhere to be seen,She made a mad dash towards the toilet while keeping her hands between her legs. Once she made it to the Toilet,she quickly banged the door shut and faced the toilet. She saw a Japanese Styled toilet. Without a second thought,She lifted her Kimono and janked down her panties. The very second she squatted,Her floodgates opened and a stream escaped,Causing peach to moan. She then continued to Pee while letting out anothe relieved sigh. The only thing she could hear was her moans and the sound of her urine making contact with the Japanese Styled toilet. After what seemed like half a minute,her stream weakened. Peach let out a couple of drops and sighed. She then grabbed some toilet paper and wiped between her legs. She also wiped her slightly wet panties and threw away the paper. She pulled up her panties and pulled her kimono back down. She then exited the Toilet and let out one final sigh. With a smile,she started walking around and looking for Mario. Luckily,her search didn't last long as she saw Mario running up to her. Opened her arms and hugged him. "I'm happy to see you again,Mario!" Peach let go off Mario and kissed him on the nose. "C'mon. Let's see what else the festival has to offer." Peach smiled as she grabbed Mario's hand.

Just a warning: I'm a writer. I do it compulsively. If you don't like a backstory, please feel free to skip to the italicized section and ignore all the verbose garbage in between. =) I'm also a super-newbie. If I'm not following any conventions, please let me know, and I'll adjust ASAP. I was a senior in my final semester of high school, and had spent most of the previous two months touring colleges. My parents are both doctors; my brother is now studying engineering at one of the top schools in the country. Needless to say, mine is a family of...achievers. No pressure, right? So, anyway, a few of the schools I applied to also wanted to see ACT scores (which, for anyone who doesn't know, is basically just a national standardized test for high school students transferring to colleges. The SAT is very similar). I had already taken and scored fairly well on my SATs, so I was not digging this, particularly because the test was early on a Saturday morning, and I was in my second semester of my senior year. The ONLY thing I wanted to do was sleep in and watch Disney movies with my friends. That morning before leaving, I had a huge argument with my mom, because I woke up too late to eat breakfast, and instead decided to down a thermos of coffee on the way to the facility, about a half hour drive. I packed light, because those ACT folks don't mess around: a calculator, three sharpened pencils, an eraser, a book to read when I finished testing, a a large bottle of water, because I have testing anxiety, and I drink like a fish when I'm thinking. Pause: You'd THINK I'd see the problem here, right? Wrong. I'm an idiot. The drive there was uneventful. The slightest twinge in my bladder that was completely ignorable, because I hadn't even started drinking my water yet. Fast forward and hour, and I'm working on section one of the test, English. English has by far been my best and favorite subject in school since I was a child, and I was almost enjoying this section...except that now I'm regretting having anxiously chugged half of my ocean-sized water bottle before the test. It seemed like a good idea at the time. My hands were shaking between the nerves and the caffeine from the coffee, so I chugged to help calm down. It occurred to me it was going on 10 am--which meant roughly twelve hours since the last time I'd used the bathroom, and that's without the the coffee, water, and the hot chocolate I'd had the night before. 'It's okay,' I started telling myself, chewing on the end of my pencil. 'You're okay. You're a big girl. You're going to college in the spring. You are NOT going to wet yourself.' My bladder gave another contraction, as if to say, ' lol, yeah, right.' But I'd been flying back and forth across the country in window seats for a month. I could handle a little desperation. The English section was 45 minutes long, and by the end, I had hit about a 7 of 10 on the desperation scale. Not SUPER urgent, but definitely getting there. I was just excusing myself to go use the rest room, when the instructor called my name to go up to the front of the room. Not only was I mortified in a room full of about 100 judgmental high school students, but I also *really* had to pee. As I stood up, I had to pretend to fiddle with my bag as she shift in position made my bladder scream obscenities at me. I stood there and clenched until I was sure I could hold it, then I walked to the front of the room. As it turned out, it was just my mother calling to make sure I'd brought my calculator (I had), and she couldn't reach me on my cell, because I'd turned it off for the test. By the time I'd walked (briskly, stopping every so often) to the office and back, the next section was in progress. People were taking out their stuff, the instructor was setting the clock for an hour, and my desperation was at a nine. That's when the real torture started. Now, I'm pretty bad at math on a good day, but when my bladder is full to bursting, and all I can think about is how good it would feel to let go? I was pretty sure I wasn't getting into college. The section was 60 minutes and 60 questions long. I closed my eyes, clenched hard, and snuck a few fingers down there to help relieve some of the pain. My desperation dropped back down to six. 'Alright. 60 minutes. 60 questions. That's a minute per question. 60 seconds. You can hold it sixty seconds.' This is what I thought. Instead, all it did was make the count down worse: Question 10: My desperation is back up again, and I'm rocking in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position. I keep squeezing my legs together, all while trying to look like a normal human being AND recall basic trig rules. Question 20: It's getting difficult to focus. I'm well behind where I should be, because I can't even answer questions anymore. I can feel my muscles trembling, and I've jammed my sweatshirt between my legs, praying that the pressure and pain ease up. It's getting very difficult not to moan. Question 25: I can't take it anymore. There's no way I'll be able to finish this test if I can't focus. I raise my hand to ask the instructor to be excused. She gestures for me to come to her, and I honestly think I'll lose it there. I make a big show of put my calculator safely on the ground, but really, I'm moaning into my knees, and trying to ease some of the pressure building in my bladder. I put out a leg to stand up, and feel my entire stomach go cold, then hot, then cold again as a small amount of liquid forces its way out of me. I stand quickly, leaning as casually against the desk as I can, trying hard to gain control, all the while thinking, 'It would feel so, so good to just let go now. I'll take the test later, and never see any of these kids again.' But I know if I come home saying, "I couldn't finish the test, because I had to pee on the carpet," my parents will go ballistic. I make my way slowly to the front of the room for a second time, one foot in front of the other, trying to will the urine back up inside of me. I explain the situation to the instructor. She apologizes--if I leave, I won't be able to enter the room again until the test is done. She asks how far I've gotten. I tell her I've only *actually* answered about 12 questions, and am running far behind. She apologizes again and asks if it's worth. I know what she wants me to say. Question 35: At this point, I'm just filling in bubbles to look like I've done something. I know I'll have to take the test again. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters, except getting to a bathroom. All I can think about is the relief that's coming, and I begin imagining scenarios, almost dreaming I'm in the bathroom, standing over the toilet, letting it all flow out of me, relieving my bladder in a matter of seconds. Question 45: Just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes. I can't think anything except--just a few more minutes. Question 49: There are teeth marks in my pencil, and I'm almost crying from the pain. I haven't actually read a question in almost half an hour. Desperation is at an eleven. My legs feel weak and shaky, and there are goosebumps everywhere on my body. I'm trying to remember how to breathe, and trying not to cry at the same time. A contraction makes me groan aloud--a cough to cover it, and spurt again into my underpants. The relief is so great I almost give up and go right there. The thought makes my bladder release, and I have to sit forward to keep from having a full blown accident. It's time to go. I don't even stop to talk to the instructor. I just explain on my way out the door I did the best I could, and I'll wait outside until the other students are done. As soon as I got outside, I felt warmth on the inside of my thighs. I knew there was no stopping it then, so I bent over and started run-walking toward the closest bathroom. Every step was torture--every bounce forced another spurt out of me. I wanted to fall down and let it come there, just for the relief. I'm moaning in pain as I run, both hands in my crotch, trying to hold everything in, even as my fingers are collecting warm drops. I made it to the bathroom, and the sight of the toilet almost killed me--there was another spurt, then a longer one, then I couldn't hold it back anymore, and my body let go before my pants were all the way down. It all came out of me like a flood, unstoppable, and I was surprised at how much there actually was. Once I was down, I was down for almost two minutes, crying again, but with relief this time. My jeans were wet in the back, so I had to tie my sweat shirt around my waist before I went back into the classroom. Fortunately, it was break time, so I could just sit down without anyone knowing the wiser. I was there for another three hours, and used every bathroom break I could, since my bladder couldn't hold much after that. I had another two brief spurts while waiting in line, but nothing compared to the first time. And for anyone who's curious -- My ACT score SUCKED. =p Hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun with this, so please, suggest away! I'd love to write more, if it's appreciated. ~Nice

Here is a picture i drew.

Part 1 Patsy and Tim were childhood sweethearts. They'd known each other since primary school, been dating since they were 13, and now, at the age of 21, they were engaged to be married. Life was good, they had similar interests, the same friends, they loved each other intimately, and although they were quite private, the sex was amazing. Patsy had been brought up to never discuss such things, sex was fr the bedroom, and your private parts, should be just that, private. Tim was the only person she'd ever had sex with, and since she could remember he was the only person, along with her gynocologist, who'd seen her naked. Tim felt truly honoured about this, as he knew that she was stunning. She was tall, and although she wasn't supermodel thin, he found her little belly sexy, it meant that her boobs were a perfectly formed 34C, her legs were long and sender, and her peachy round ass was just perfect. The only thing that they disagreed about was football. Tim was a diehard fan of a local, football none-league team, following them home and away, and this took up his every Saturday. Patsy just had no interest, and whilst it frustrated her, that was just the way it was. She was left to her own devices on a Saturday, whilst Tim went off with his football friends. It'd always been that way. It had transpired this year though that Tim's team had gone on a great FA cup run, they'd made it to the second round (Which Patsy didn't think sounded very good, but apparently it was), and they had drawn, at home against another none league team, from somewhere near Plymouth. Whilst none of this made any sense to Patsy, when the third round draw was made, it came out that they would play Manchester United, if they could win this next game. Tim was beside himself with excitement, and Patsy obviously enjoyed seeing her man happy! Over the next week the club had made the announcement that they were running a lot of promotions, and were laying on free coach travel down to Plymouth, family, and couples tickets were heavilly reduced, and season ticket holders could take a guest for free! Well, the whole region was buzzing with anticipation, and the club was selling tickets fast. They had 700 to sell, and they looked like doing it. As it was all free, and it obviously meant so much to Tim, Patsy decided to go along. Tim was beyond excited, he was sure she'd enjoy it, and it was going to be a party atmosphere. He'd tried to get her to come to football for so long, it was going to be great. When the big day came around, it turned out that the club was taking 9 supporters coaches, one full of local youth teams, as well as one full from the local high school. The others were just the usual fans, as well as lots of extra wives, girlfriends, and families. Kick off was 8 O'clock, and it was about a 5 hour journey, so the coaches were leaving at 13:30. Tim and Patsy met some mutual friends in a local pub at 11:30, for some lunch and a few drinks before they set off! Arriving at the pub, they were met outside by Michelle, a rather vulgar girl that, to be honest, Patsy didn't have much time for, she was in a leather jacket, crazy tight jeans, smoking a fag, with a pint. Unfortunately, she was going out with Mick, Tim's best mate, so they'd have to put up with her. "There you are guys" she shouted, "what a fucking day this is going to be, great to see you her Pats, fuck me, you look fit in that, get yourselves in there, Mick has got you some beers in". Patsy cringed, she was wearing one of Tim's old football shirts, and a pair of grey leggings, she was fully aware that it was tight and it showed off her every curve, but Tim had insisted she looked great, and needed to support the team, so she'd gone with it. Not only that, did she say Mick had got the beers in? Surely not a pint, girls don't drink pint's, she thought, but, sure enough, as they walked into the pub, there were 2 pints sat waiting for them. She groaned inwardly. I mean she loved beer, but, she was a girl, there were ways girls were meant to behave, she'd been brought up well, and she considered herself to be somewhat of a lady. Mick greeted her enthusiastically, "Patsy babe" he started, "Tim said you were coming, he was well excited, you're one of the boys today, you look great" She could see that people were making an effort to include her, so she decided to make a effort back, if just for Tim's sake. In the next 2 hours the pub got busier and busier with football fans, the beers were flowing, and the atmosphere was building. There were now 9 people in their group, Tim and Patsy, Mick and Michelle, and then Nigel and Karen had brought their 3 teenage children, 19 year old Justin, 18 year old Carl, and their 17 year old daughter Molly. Patsy really enjoyed Karen's company, and was naturally chatting to her. She discovered that Nigel and the boys were regular football fans, whilst her and Molly would normally spend their Saturdays shopping. Molly, was a typical teenage girl, face full of make-up, Tight denim hotpants, and a cleavage revealing top. She looked ready for a night out, and had no issues getting served at the bar. When it was time to leave, they'd had 3 pints each, so the girls headed off to the toilets first. It was a big pub, but it was so busy there was a small queue when they got there, giving the girls chance to chat. "I fucking love football days" started Michelle, in her usual brash manor, "but fuck me, last time I went it was a proper bladder buster, on the coach home we were stuck in traffic, I thought I was going to piss myself, honestly I did, I had to squat behind the bus as soon as we stopped", "Ewwwwww" said Molly, "you had a wee in the street, didn't everyone see you?" "Probably" laughed Michelle, "honestly though, I had no choice, my fucking knickers were wet as it was, how I didn't piss myself on the bus I'll never know" "I could never do that" said Molly, "You'd end up all over Facebook, that's just nasty" "Quite right" said Karen, "Girl's don't wee in public, they just don't" "I could never be that desperate that I did that" added Patsy, "It doesn't matter how bursting you are, you can always wait until you reach a loo". "Well I fucking couldn't that day" laughed Michelle "It was pop a squat or piss myself, that was my only option" As she spoke a cubicle became free, and she went in, leaving Patsy, Karen and Molly, looking at each other in disgust. "I can't believe she just told us that" whispered Karen, "its absolutely disgusting" They all had their wees, washed their hands and headed outside to meet the boys. They arrived at the pick-up point and found a line of 9 coaches. We're all on coach 7 said Tim as he led them there. They got on and headed towards the back, they were about 3 rows down from the back seats, Patsy and Tim sat together, opposite Nigel and Karen. Justin and Carl sat behind them, with Mick and Michelle sat directly behind Patsy and Tim, That meant that Molly sat on her own infront of them. Patsy felt sorry for her and tried to make conversation. Soon they were on their way, with all 9 coaches leaving in unison, the men all chanting football songs, and a thoroughly party atmosphere. It was only a few minutes until cans of lager were being handed out, and everyone was once again drinking. Patsy spent the first 20 minutes or so chatting to Molly, but she had then put her headphones on, and started messing with her phone. Patsy settled in and started chatting to Tim and Nigel, trying to get into the spirit of the day. By the end of her first can, she was starting to feel a little tipsy, and had to admit she was actually enjoying herslef. She looked at her watch, they'd been on their way for 45 minutes. She thought, on a coach journey this long they'd have a couple of breaks, she was starting to feel like she needed a wee, but told herself that they'd be stopping in the next half hour, so she started on another can. Half an hour later, and Patsy was really feeling a need to wee now, she had been watching the services signs and knew there was one coming up in ten miles. That was only a couple of minutes away she thought, and she would most definitely welcome a toilet pitstop. She had finished her second can now, and was starting to feel a little bit drunk, so she refused a drink next time they were offered. "Are you OK" said Tim, hugging her, "You've gone a bit quiet" "Yes babe" she said, "I'm fine, are you having fun" "I am" he beamed, "I can't beleive you're here" he squeezed her thigh, "The two things I love most in the world, Wanderers and you, are coming together, its going to be a great day, I really hope you enjoy it" They carried on talking, and had a little kiss, until Mick and Michelle yelled out, "Wahey, get a room guys, there's no smooching on football days" Patsy burned red with embarrassment, she'd never have kissed anyone in public sober, and now she'd been caught she realised she was a bit drunk. To make matters worse, as she sat, mortified, she noticed to her horror, that they were driving past the services. Her bladder protested, she'd been convinced they would be stopping, now everyone thought she was a slut, she couldn't make it worse by admitting she needed a wee. She tensed up and convinced herself they would definitely be stopping at the next services. They passed a sign a few minutes later saying they would be in 12 miles. A quick calculation said this would be about 10 minutes. She was going to be bursting by then, but she'd be fine, there was no need to make a fuss. The next few minutes passed agonisingly slowly for Patsy, who was becomming painfully aware of her need to pee. Since she'd started to think about it her need seemed to have grown remarkably quickly, and she was definitely feeling quite bursting. Why had she drank so much before a long journey, she thought to herself, it was just stupid, she was becomming very uncomfortable indeed. The motorway they were on was very well signposted and they past signs that read Services in 8 miles, then 5, then 3, then 1. Her bladder seemed to respond to each one of these as her relief grew closer and closer. "Come on, come on" she thought to herself, sitting tense and rigid, "just another few seconds", but to her absolute horror, no, worse than that, her terror, the bus just continued on its way, it was not stopping! Her bladder screamed, her mind raced. This could not be happening, what was she going to do, she'd been couting down the seconds til she could get some relief, and twice it had been denied her. She could have cried at that moment, as she felt so helpless, when Tim said "what's the matter babe, you're very fidgety." She felt a terror rising from the pit of her stomach. Had it been that obvious, had she actually started to pee dance. Oh God, what was she going to say, what was she going to do . Girls didn't talk about their need, and they certainly didn't make a show of themselves in public. She'd known Tim for as long as she could remember, they were soul mates, but she'd never, ever, even dreamed of discussing toilet matters with him. It just wasn't what girls did, and that was that, "Oh, erm, I could do with stretching my legs, thats all". "Ah, is that all" said Tim, "I was a bit worried for a second" "Will there be a stop soon" she enquired, trying to sound nonchalent, but longing to scream and demand a toilet stop in the next few seconds! "There better fucking had be" interrupted Michelle, "I need to piss like a fucking racehorse back here, that fucking beer has gone right through me" Patsy's mind whirred again. She was both shocked and appalled at Michelles brazen admission, and her brash, unladylike manner, but she was also delighted that she wasn't the only one desperate for the loo. "we'll be stopping soon" reassured Tim, "theres always someone worse off than you isn't there, Michelle always makes a fuss on these coach journeys." 10 minutes later, and Patsy's need had risen to new heights. She couldn't beleive how quickly her bladder was filling, the beer seemed to be having an efffect unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her knee was jigging up and down none stop now, as she tried to press her thighs together as tight as she could. Michelle had been getting more and more vocal about her need, and Karen had now also aditted she was bursting. Molly's ponytail could be seen jigging up and down too. "Do you not need to go, Patsy?" asked Karen She wanted to cry, YES she wanted to go, she wanted to go more badly than she'd had to go in years. Her bladder felt like a rock as her most intimate area burned and throbbed and demanded all of her attention. "Erm, no, I'm OK" she lied. "Well I'm fucking not, I'm fucking desperate" slammed Michelle, "its fucking stupid", she got up and walked down to the driver. No-one could hear her from back here, but Patsy was shocked to see her pressing a hand between her legs and dancing around, making a real show of herself. As she returned to her seat, she said, he's stopping at the next services. There were whoops of joy, as people echoed their satisfaction at this. "It better not be far" said Karen, "its getting urgent", "Oh mum, I need to go really bad too" added Molly. It was another 10 minutes until they finally reached the services. Ten minutes during which Patsy's desperation had grown intensely, she was almost in tears she needed to go so badly. Her legs were jigging up and down none stop and her private parts were screaming at her. She hated to even think it, but she was worrying deeply that she might not make it to a loo when they did stop. The thought was almost to horrifying to imagine. She HAD to wait, she just had to. She clearly wasn't the only one who's need had grown. Michelle had grown more and more vocal as the services approached, and many of the guys were openly complaining. Even Molly had been constantly checking how much longer, making no secret that she'd be running to the ladies when they stopped. As the coach pulled into the services, it became apparent that all of the coaches were stopping here, and so, as they were on coach 7, as they pulled in they could already see people from the other coaches dashing accross the car park. "Come on, come on" shouted Michelle, "I'm literally going to piss myself in a second, hurry the fuck up". As it did park up, there was a mad desperate scramble. Patsy almost cried with relief as she tried to stand up, but she was stopped by Tim. "Might as well wait a second" said Tim, "I think some of the girls are desperate to run it to the loo, better let them go first. Michelle sounds like she's on the verge of leaving a puddle" Patsy almost broke down and pissed her knickers on the spot. She HAD to get out, NOW, literally every second was vital. She tried to push past him, but he stopped her, as Michelle dashed past, both hands pressed into her crotch. Karen stood up, and Molly dashed out, holding her tight denim shorts up, as it became apparent she'd undone the button at some point during the journey. A tear formed in Patsy's eye, as she said out oud, for the first time in her adult life, "I need the toilet too" Her face burned beet red, but her bladder screamed and thrashed around inside of her, "Please Tim, I must hurry to the ladies". "What? Why didn't you say something?" asked Tim, but Patsy was like now like a woman possessed, desperately trying to push past him. Her need was even worse now she was standing, "Please" she stammered, "Please Tim, I NEED to get out NOW". He'd never heard her speak like that, and was genuinely worried. She couldn't even stand up straight her stomach hurt so much. Tim sheepishly moved aside, and started speaking, but she couldn't even hear him now. Literally her whole world was centred inside her knickers, and the desperate struggle to keep them dry. Every second now was vital. She pushed past him and hobbled down the coach. As she stepped down to the car park, she felt her control slipping, and a frantic spurt escaped her tightly clenched pee hole. "No, no, no, oh god, fuck no" she stammered as she thrust her hand hard into her crutch. This could not be happening, she was literally wetting herself, in public, with nowhere to go. She saw Molly and Karen running accross the carpark, but there was no sign of Michelle anywhere. She couldn't take her hand away for a second now. She was hobbling accross the carpark, in a fully fledged pee dance, clutching her frantic, aching pussy. She was going painfully slowly, but she had to almost keep her legs crossed as she walked. Finally she made it to the main enterence, she was in so much pain now, she hardly knew if she was weeing or not. She almost walked into a middle aged man as she dashed into the door. Where were they, oh god, where were the toilets. He vision was blurring, as tears welled in her eyes. Her bladder screamed, she didn't have time for any delays. She couldn't think straight, as she hobbled inside. "Where are they?" she said out loud, "Where are the toilets, oh god, where are they?" The man she'd almost collided with put his hand on her shoulder. "The toilets are just down there love" he said, pointing to her left, "You look like you're in a bit of a hurry there". She almost died of embarrassment, she didn't even realise she'd been talking out loud, but at that moment, she was very grateful for the help. As she frantically hobbled in the direction he had pointed Patsy was dismayed as 4 young girls dashed past her, "Quick, I need to piss so bad" said one. As she rounded the next corner she saw the sign she needed to see so badly. In huge black letters "LADIES", "Oh thank God" she gasped out loud, as she tried to hurry towards it. She thought about the glorious relief lying just round the next corner. This was a huge mistake though, as her need swelled almost incomprehensibly and her bladder forced a huge gush of pee out into her panties. It was much more serious than her earlier spurt, and almost floored her as she dropped to her haunches trying to regain control. "UMMPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, as thugh someone had punched her in the stomach. She pressed both hands hard into her frantic, quivering vulva. Her legs were shaking as another spasm passed over her. She fought hard to control it, but felt another quck squirt escape her. She started to cry as she stood up and ran for the toilet. The ladies room was a typical services facility, huge, with approximately 30 stalls, but she was absolutely horrified to see there was a queue. This couldn't be happening. Not now. She joiined the back and started pee dance furiously. It was absolutely chaos. There were approximately 20 women waiting, all making a huge fuss, and the sounds and smells that filled the room were just an abject mixture of joy and sheer relief, and utter, indescribable, frantic desperation. "Please, please, please hurry" gasped the girl who'd run past Patsy in the corridor, as a group of girls entered the room and started to voice their dispeasure, to her right Patsy heard the sound of a frantic gushing deluge hitting a toilet as a girl obviously found relief. Up ahead a toilet flushed and a desperate scramble of about 6 girls tried to ran for the vacant cubicle. Her head was spinning, as her bladder throbbed again, she could feel a trickle of pee starting to come out, she just couldn't clench hard enought o contain the ocean of pee any more. She heard a toilet flush, and, like a woman possessed she just ran past the line. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm peeing, it's coming" she garbled as she sprinted. She wasn't lying, she was out of control now. The girl at the front tried to block her, saying how long she'd been waiting, but as the cubicle opened Patsy just charged at it. The girl at the front can't have been more than 13, but Patsy physically pushed her, hell, almost threw her out of the way. People were shouting at her, but all that mattered was a wee. She tried to start pulling down her leggings, as she dashed in, and bolted the door. She was now peeing full force as she yanked them down and literally threw herself at the toilet. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" She gasped as she could finally relax, and her pee came gushing out of her at an incredible force. "Oh my god yes, oh I needed this" she gasped as her stream gushed and gushed and gushed like a firehose into the toilet below. Her legs were shaking as her pussy covulsed as what felt like gallons of pee flooded from her. "Oh it feels so good" she gasped, as she peed and peed and peed. After about 45 seconds her pee stream dwindled down to a gentle trickle and she began to become aware of her surroundings. She was lightheaded with relief, as the room spun and her frantically distended bladder slowly returned to relaxed state. Her whole body tingled as the terrible, desperate pain subsided and was replaced with sheer joy. It was another 50 seconds before she finally stopped peeing, and she became much more aware of the sound of the room. It was perfectly clear that there was still a queue of desperate ladies waiting for relief, so she stood up and quickly pulled up her knickers, not wanting to hold up the queue any longer. It was only then she became aware of how wet thet were. As she pulled up her leggings it quickly became apparent she'd had a full blown accident in her desperate scramble to the loo. Grey leggings were absolutely the worst thing she could have worn too. there was a sizable wet patch around her crotch, but her ass was soaked, with lines running down the back of both of her legs. She was almost in tears when she heard someone bang on her cubicle door. "Please let me in" begged the girl outside. Jen opened the door and was faced with the young girl she'd pushed aside doing the most frantic pee dance you've ever seen! "Oh, thankyou, fuck, pee now" she stammered as she pushed past her. An older woman started to shout at her about how disgusting she'd been, pushing a shoolgirl aside for her own gratification, but Patsy absolutely did not need to hear it. She knew how disgusting she'd been, she was mortified as she walked past the woman, who was still queuing herself. The scene was still chaos, but Jen hardly even cared as she wandered aimlessly out of the ladies. Back in the hustle and bustle of the main services she immediately heard a young boy declare "That lady has wee'd herself", the wet spot on her leggings clearly painfully visible, so she dashed into the outdoor clothing shop and bought a pair of utility pants. It was the best she could find, and they were painfully overpriced, but she absolutely could not get back on the coach with everyone knowing she'd started to wet herself! To be continued......

This is another story involving Alice, if you don't know who Alice is read the story I posted a while ago called “taxi ride (m+f)”. This happened a few weeks after the events of the first story. Note, this story involves Alice but she isn't the focus of the story. When we were kids one of our favourite places to go was Camelot. If you are from the UK you might know where I mean, if not Camelot is a theme park based around King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table and what not and all the rides and shows and attractions are medieval themed which as kids we found awesome. As we got older we stopped going as often as we were favouring more adult theme parks like Alton Towers and Flamingo Land. We were hanging out one and she asked me if I wanted to go to Camelot. Her parents and her Aunt and Uncle were going with the kids and had said she could bring a friend and obviously wanted to invite me. I agreed to go and we spent the rest of the day reminiscing about the times we had spent their as kids. A couple of weeks later we went and upon arrival her mum said that we didn't have to stick with them and if we wanted to go off on our own we could. So we went round on our own for a few hours, met back up for lunch and to watch the jousting show then departed again for the afternoon. About 6 o'clock Alice got a call from her Mum saying they were heading back towards the exit and to meet them there at half 6. We made our way through the park, stopping at the games to win a couple of huge stuffed toys and got to the exit. Alice said she was going to pee and handed me her toy. When she came back she asked if I wanted to go but I declined. I had pee'd just after lunch and although I felt a need I wanted to hold it till I got home. Plus it wasn't a long journey, it would only take an hour straight down the motorway. We made it back to the cars and decided who was going in what car. The kids all wanted to go in the same car and went with her Aunt and Uncle which left her, me and her parents in the other car. We set off and after 10 minutes of navigating through the villages we joined the motorway and from there on it was plain sailing until we got to our exit. As we trammed along we chatted about the day and college and all sorts of things. After half an hour the chatter had died down and we were just listening to the radio. Me and Alice were exchanging the odd text, conversing about things not to be heard by her parents. I messaged her and as I waited for her to reply I noticed her leg bobbing as she tapped her foot. I have know her long enough to know that that means she is either bored or needs to pee. As time passed by I kept glancing at her leg gradually tapping faster getting more and more convinced she needed to pee. We passed the house in the middle of the motorway (for those who don't know near where I live there is a farm smack bang in the middle of the motorway, when the motorway was built the owner refused to move so they built the motorway around his land). Passing this meant we were only 10 minutes from our exit. As we came over the crest of the hill we could see the motorway stretching out before snaking through the landscape. The traffic around us started to get heavier which wasn't surprising, we were passing through a city at rush hour. Then we hit roadworks, which again wasn't surprising, anyone who knows the M62 will know it always has roadworks. The roadworks had closed off two lanes meaning only one was left open. This slowed the traffic right down and we crawled along through the work site. When we came out the other end and it opened up back into three lanes the traffic was still moving slow. There was a matrix up ahead informing drivers that there had been an accident a few junctions up ahead and to expect delays. The traffic slowed right down until we were virtually at a stand still, moving forward ever so slightly every 30 seconds. We guessed that wherever the accident was they had cleared a lane and were letting a few cars at a time through to keep the traffic moving and also keep the emergency service crews safe. Her mum suggested coming off and taking the A roads but we had just passed an exit. Her dad said he would try get off at the next exit and managed to make it across to the right lane. We slowly crawled along at a snails pace, luckily none of us were overly bothered by traffic jams and just went with it. Alice asked her dad how far till the next exit and he said at the pace we were going about 15 minutes. She said Okay but she looked concerned. I sent her a text asking if she was alright and she replied and said “yeah I'm fine, just need to pee”. I sent a message back joking with her that she had pee'd before we left and she said “yeah I know but just look at how many novelty cup refills I had today, going before we left has got my bladder working full time :p”. I laughed and replied “haha, I need to go as well”. I did need to go but I wasn't desperate, I just wanted her to fee l like she wasn't alone. As we approached the exit we pulled onto the slip road which allowed to us to pick up speed and soon we were sat at the traffic lights waiting to leave the motorway. I got a text saying “at least we are out of that lot”. I looked at her and nodded smiling. We got through the traffic lights and went round the roundabout coming off at our exit. We drove down the road for about five minutes and suddenly hit more traffic. The road we were taking was notorious for traffic lights and jams but what with people coming off the motorway to avoid that jam it was starting to cause troubles here. Her Mum suddenly piped up and said “typical, why is there always hold ups when you need to pee”. Her dad laughed and said “i was just thinking the same thing” to which her mum replied “and the worse the traffic the worse you seem need to go”. Alice said “oh good, at least I'm not the only one who really needs to pee”. I knew she had to go but hearing her say it out loud turned me on. Her mum turned round and said “do you need to go too? See what I mean, bloody traffic”. We drove along hitting hold ups and traffic lights and after after 20 minutes we had done what should be done in 5 minutes. We came to a crossroads and we needed to go straight ahead but her mum pointed to the right and said “go that way”. Her dad asked why and she replied “i know that way means taking the back roads and its a longer route but at least it should be quieter and we will most likely get home quicker....the quicker the better cos I'm busting for a pee. As she spoke those words my cock hardened. I had heard her say it before many times, she was very vocal about her need to pee but when she said she was usually at home and would go pee, but now she was stuck in a car with nowhere to go, a fantasy I had often had about her. One of many fantasies, ever since I hit puberty I had found her desirable. What you would call a MILF. It didn't help that because I had known her all my life she wasn't shy around me. When we were younger I had gone on holiday with them and seen her butt naked walking around our hotel room and the way she saw it i've seen it all before. Therefore many times when I'm at their house she will be in the shower then walk round in next to nothing. Drives me wild. I looked at Alice and saw she was fidgeting and text her asking her how she was doing. She replied and said “Not bad, starting to get desperate now”. To be honest so was I. Now that we were on the back roads we were tramming along. I kept alternating between watching Alice fidget and watching her mum's legs bouncing. Her mum kept making noises and then said “ooooo, hurry up babe, I'm dying for a pee” and slid her hand between her legs. I stared at her legs bouncing around and her hand squeezed between them. God it was a beautiful sight. Alice said “yeah hurry up dad” in a jokey tone to which he laughed and said “alright alright, keep your hair on”. Her mum said “it's alright you laughing but some of us really have to pee”. He nodded and said “yeah I know, i'm one of them”. We joined the main road and drove down into our town. Once we reached the bottom of the hill there was a set of traffic lights, then another 4 sets afterwards. My eyes were now glued to her mum, watching her wiggle and bounce as she squeezed between her legs. We got through the first three sets of lights and then as we approached the last set they turned red. Her mum cursed under her breath and her dad laughed. She playfully hit him and said “stop laughing it's not funny, i'm seriously close to wetting myself”. My eyes went wide, I knew she was desperate but I didn't realise she was close to having an accident. This made my cock go rock hard and I moved my hands over it to hide it. The lights finally turned green which was greeted with a “oh thank god” from the front. I wasn't paying attention to where we were, I was just watching this beautiful sexy woman wiggle around in desperation trying not to wet herself. Her dad said “here we go” and I looked up to see us pulling into their driveway. He parked the car and said “first dibs” and got out of the car. Her mum shouted “nooooooooo” and got out of the car as well. Having been on many car journeys with them I knew what first dibs meant. They had a rule when they were on their way home. The first one to call dibs got to use the bathroom first. I was actually surprised no one had said it sooner. We got out of the car and walked towards to the front door. Her mum was stood with her legs crossed dancing from foot to foot as her dad opened the door. When he opened it we went inside and he went upstairs. Her mum shouted after him “don't be long babe I'm bursting” then she walked into the kitchen. We followed her in and I sat at the table. Alice said she needed to put her phone on charge and went upstairs. I watched her mum as she stood at the counter, crossing and uncrossing her legs, bobbing and dancing. Every so often she would bend forward slightly and when she did she stuck her bum out and it looked so sexy wiggling about. I heard footsteps on the stairs and assumed it was Alice. Then her dad walked into the kitchen and her mum said “oh thank god, I can't hold it much longer”. She made for the door and her dad laughed and said “you will have to, Alice just went in after me”. She groaned and resumed her wiggling and dancing. Her dad went into the lounge and left me once again watching her. My cock felt like it was going to burst out of my jeans, on top of being aroused I had to pee pretty bad. Her phone beeped. She looked at it and laughed and said “they are almost here, he says “get the kettle on”. She picked up the kettle and put it under the tap and tuned it on. The moment the water hit the bottom of her kettle she winced and grabbed herself. “oh god that was a bad idea” she said. I laughed. That sound had hit me too, I seriously had to pee. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Alice at the bottom of the stairs, she waved at me and told me to come over. As I walked towards the door her mum said “oh god you aren't going to the toilet are you, if you are please please please be quick”. I said “i do have to go but nowhere near as bad as it looks like you need to go so you go before me”. She smiled and said “oh god thanks” and darted past me. I walked over to Alice and she said lets get the stuff out of the car. We walked out and opened the boot of the car. She obviously noticed me shuffling about and asked if I still needed to pee. I said I did and quite bad and she started teasing me, which only lead to me being more turned on. As we were stood chatting her mum came out and said “that feels much better, your turn”. I laughed and went inside and headed upstairs. I got to the bathroom and pulled my cock out and immediately started peeing. If I hadn't been on the ball I would pee'd all over the floor. I finished up and went downstairs and back outside. As I walked over to Alice and her mum the other car pulled up and the kids jumped out and ran over to us. The eldest said “hey, gotta pee” then ran inside. Alice's Auntie got out of the car and came over to us and said “by god that traffic was horrendous, didn't think we would ever get home, i've been nearly wetting myself for the past half hour and began pee dancing on the spot”. Alice's mum laughed and said “yeah, we were in that boat not too long back, I thought I was going to burst when we got home”. “I've been thinking that for the past half hour, I kept thinking I wasn't going to make it back”. The eldest girl came out and said she was going to talk to her Uncle. The two boys went inside after her. I turned round to find the two women chatting away. Alice's uncle walked past us and said hey then went inside as well. Her auntie was stood dancing around chatting to her sister and I was amazed that even though she was obviously on the verge of wetting herself she was still talking. Suddenly she said “oh god I can't wait anymore i'm going to have to go and pee” to which her sister said “i think your Phil has just gone to the bathroom”. She looked at her in horror and said “oh god, he best hurry up, i'm starting to wet myself. She started to walk towards the house and suddenly stopped and without hesitation she undid her jeans, pulled them down, pulled her knickers down and squatted down, peeing full force onto the driveway. We all looked at her in shock, well...mine was aroused shock. I couldn't help but stare as she released her bladder, the sounds of her relieved sighs filling the air. She stopped peeing, pulled her pants back up and carried on talking like nothing had happened. She noticed the shocked look on our faces and said “sorry about that, I was on the verge of having an accident, it was either that or pee myself”. She walked into the house followed by her sister. Me and Alice were left standing by the car. She looked at me and said “well, that was interesting” and we both laughed and grabbed the stuff out of the boot and headed inside as well. The End. Well there we go, hopefully you guys will enjoy, I know I'm not the best writer so let me know what you think and give criticism if you have any.

I was listening to music earlier and the St Trinians theme tune came on and it inspired to finally write up this story, it happened a couple of months ago and i kept saying to myself that i would get round to writing it but i never did, however the song got me thinking about it so now I really want to relive it, i hope you guys enjoy . I will start by setting the scene. Me and my friends aren't big on going out clubbing, we usually just do if there is an occasion such as a birthday or an event worth celebrating. However every so often we split up and leave the boys to do what boys do and we have a girls night out. Each time we do we have a theme for the night and we dress up. We decided it was time for another night out and we chose St Trinians as the theme....we had done that theme before for a fancy dress party so we all had the costumes. We all got ready then me, my sister, our best friend and my sister in law met up at my house and had some drinks before we headed out. We arranged with my husband that we would give him a ring when we wanted to come home and he would come pick his up and with that we went and caught the train into town. We had planned which places we were going to and made it so we would end up at our favourite club to end the night off. As you can imagine we turned a few heads as the night went on, i mean my sister had the longest skirt out of all of us and that barely covered anything so you can guess how the rest of us looked....Giving the crowd plenty of knicker flashes as we danced and acted like proper St Trinian school girls . Fast forward to half 2 in the morning and we came out of the club and walked up through the centre of town and went and sat on a bench in the town square. I rang my husband and he said he was on his way to get us. Luckily it wasn't too cold out as none of us had brought a jacket with us and we just sat chatting watching the crowds of drunken people make their way through town. It was quite busy in the square as this was where the taxi's ran from and it was where the Mcdonalds was which was quite busy. As we we were sat you could see plenty of people coming in and out of the alleyway across the road and it was obvious to anyone that they were going down there to pee. As i watched them coming and going I noticed i needed to pee but it wasn't too bad and despite having had a lot to drink I was confident i could hold it till i got home. It was then i noticed my friend was stood moving from foot to foot as she spoke to my sister. After 10 minutes or so she asked me when Matty (my husband) would be here and i said not long. Then she glanced round and said "im going to go for a pee, i was thinking about going to McDonalds but it is busy, ill just go over there" and she headed over to the alleyway. As she left my Sister in Law said "i could do with a pee too but i will wait till i get home, it isn't too bad yet". I should point out now that me, my sister and my sister in law all love holding so when she said it wasn't too bad she could either have meant that she wasn't desperate or most likely meant that she was desperate but she wanted to hold it till she got home to enjoy the feeling. My friend came back and we continued chatting away. About 15 minutes later Matty rang me and said that he was parked over the road from McDonald's so we went over to meet him. I got in the front seat and then Sarah (sister in law) got in the back seat to which Matty gave a cheery "evening Sis". Then my sister got in one side and my friend got in the other and sandwiched her in the middle. We navigated our way out of the town centre through the numerous traffic lights and endless taxis. We came to the last set of traffic lights to turn out on the ring road and Matty said "right ladies, who are we dropping off first". My sister looked at him and said "well i live with you so not me". Then Sarah said well my house is furthest away so might as well be me......oh and can you be quick". Matty looked in the mirror and said "why". To which she replied "because im your big sister and you love me.......and because I'm bursting for a pee and nearly weeing myself". He chuckled and said "don't worry love, i know a few shortcuts". The lights changed and we set off towards her house. As he was driving i swivelled round so i could talk to the back seat. I looked down and saw Sarah's legs bobbing up and down like and saw she was wiggling. Seeing her doing that turned me on but as she was dressed as a naughty schoolgirl it was so much sexier. We chatted away and 10 minutes or so passed when Sarah suddenly said "oh god drive quicker Matt, im almost wetting myself". I looked round where we were and noted we were about 10 minutes from her house. Now she was really bouncing and squirming and as i watched i felt my own need to pee increasing and noticed my legs were starting to jiggle. Suddenly she gasped and said "oh god hurry hurry hurry". She opened her legs and pointed to her knickers where a little wet spot had appeared. As i stared at it it suddenly got bigger....and bigger. "oh god please be quick I'm leaking and i can't stop it". I was mesmerized watching the spot grow and grow. We turned into her road and as we got closer to her house she started saying "oh god oh god hold on hold on hold on". We pulled up at the bottom of her drive and she hurried my sister out of the way and she jumped out of the car. She came round to the drivers side and said goodbye to us all and then asked matty about the next day as they had plans. As she asked him she was stood hopping from foot to foot with her hand pressed into her knickers. She looked so damn sexy i could feel my own knickers dampening, although not with pee. They finished talking and she took a step back from the car and suddenly said "im not gonna make it, if i go inside i will burst before i get to the bathroom.....oh fuck it". As those words left her mouth there was a splashing sound and i looked down to see a stream pouring out of her knickers and onto the floor. She sighed in relief as we all just sat staring at her wet herself. She finally stopped and said "ahhhh thats better" then winked and said "at least you got a show, well goodnight" and with that she walked up her drive flashing her wet knickers with each step. We waited for her to go inside then we set off to drop my friend off. By now my own bladder was getting really full and i was wiggling around. I looked back and saw my sister was also wiggling. Then i looked over at my friend and she had her hand up her skirt and was bouncing her legs. I asked if she was ok and she said "yeah, just need a wee, I needed one and then watching Sarah pee made it so much worse". I laughed then said "but you pee'd before we got in the car". She laughed back and said "I know, but when i drink the more times i pee the closer and closer the intervals get". 10 minutes later we pulled up outside her house and she said her quick goodbyes and then dashed off up the path to her door and we watched her dance around for a minute or so until her boyfriend came to open the door. We set off and headed towards home. Now i was bursting for a pee, my hand was up my skirt pushing against my pee hole as i squeezed my thighs round it. I felt on the verge of leaking and judging by my sisters actions she was feeling the same pressure. By the time we got home i had leaked a number of times and when i stood up out of the car a spurt escaped. Matty opened the door and we went inside and my sister looked at me and i said she could go first. I watched her dash upstairs and i noticed as her skirt bounced up and down that she had a wet patch on her knickers. I stood dancing around trying not to spurt again trying to hold on a few more minutes to wait for my sister. I kicked my shoes off and went to walk forward when suddenly my arm was grabbed and i was spun round. The motion made me spurt and i clamped my thighs together to keep control. Matty pulled me in and kissed me. I returned the kiss and he pulled me closer. I felt a bulge press against my leg and i broke the kiss and looked at him and said "oh yeah". He winked at me and said "what do you expect, ive just played taxi driver to four super sexy slutty desperate schoolgirls". I giggled and resumed our kiss. He wrapped his arm round my back and pulled me close into him which put pressure on my bladder. I moaned and pulled back and told him if he did that i would burst. He smiled and said "oh what a shame" and stepped back and leant on the wall and pulled me in close. I felt his leg slide up between mine and come to rest against my pussy. Then suddenly he kissed me and pulled me close into his body. I felt a slight pressure on my bladder and winced as i tried to resist spurting. However a huge spurt escaped my pee hole and shot onto his leg. He then pushed my back harder onto him causing me to spurt again. I didn't care anymore, i was lost in the kiss, my bladder was starting to let go, i was insanely horny. I pushed down hard on his leg and let go. It came shooting out of my peehole all over his leg. His leg pushed against me caused the pee to spray to either side and it felt so good vibrating against my pussy. I gently started rocking back and forth on his leg causing my pussy and clit to grind against him. I started moaning and within seconds and only a few rubs my body was hit with a huge orgasm and my legs went weak and i collapsed against him with pee and cum pouring out of me all over his legs. I recovered from my sudden climax and stood up and planted a kiss on his lips. Just as we were getting lost in the moment i heard a cough and we looked up to see my sister standing there looking at us. She looked at huge wet spot on Matty's leg and the puddle on the floor and said "well.....i see you had fun.....bathrooms free" and with that she walked past us and into the living room to see her boyfriend. I looked at Matty and said "bathrooms free.....i suppose i best go shower". I headed upstairs and put my stuff on my desk. He came into the room and took off his jeans which were soaked. I went and set the shower running and came back in to get undressed but the sight of him stood in just his boxers warped my mind. I walked over and said "i think you need a shower too" and grabbed his erm.....bulge.....and lead him into the bathroom and stood under the shower making my schoolgirl uniform get all wet and see through. We then proceeded to have some steamy shower fun . Needless to say i look forward to our next girls night out The End. Hope you guys enjoyed, now i have some more time on my hands i will hopefully find the motivation to post more of my antics

Sunday is Mother’s day so this morning I decided to head out to go and get something for my Mum. Initially I was just going to go into town but Matty said he had seen something he wanted for his mum so I said I would pick one up and decided the best place to find one would be to go to the shopping centre, which turned out to be the right idea as it started raining and going to the shopping centre would mean I would be inside. When Alice woke up she said she would come with me as she wanted something for her mum so after she got showered and dressed we set off. We drove down into our town centre and called in greggs to get some breakfast and then we headed out to the motorway. It took us about 40 minutes to get there and after we parked we headed inside. We parked in the central car park like we usually do so that we can make a full circle of the centre taking in all the shops. When we got inside we headed off to the left and began looking around the shops. We wandered around looking for gifts and also looking at things for ourselves. By the time we got back to the centre two hours had passes and we decided to go upstairs to the food court and grab some lunch. We got our food and went and found a seat and sat eating whilst watching the shoppers going by on the floor below. With it been a weekday it wasn’t overly busy so we weren't surrounded by crowds and therefore didn’t feel rushed or wanted to eat quickly and get out like we sometimes do if we come at the weekend, especially when the food court is full of kids. Because of this we sat relaxing and chatting for almost an hour before we put our stuff in the bin and headed down the right hand side of the shopping centre. We got lost in the fun of shopping and by the time we got back to the central area another 2 and half hours had passed. We looked in our bags of shopping and decided that we didn’t need anything else and headed towards the escalators up to the car parks. Before we got on them we went into a newsagents and got a drink each and got some chocolates for the ride home. We came out and went up the escalators and as we were walking towards the exit I noticed the toilets off to the side and I noticed that I needed to pee. It wasn’t a bad need but I definitely felt my bladder was quite full and I thought about using them but I decided to hold it till I got home and then have some fun. We walked out and got in my car and headed off home. There was a bit of traffic on the way towards the motorway and that coupled with the string of traffic lights and roundabouts meant it took us 15 minutes to get to the slip road onto the motorway. We picked up speed and I realised there was a lot of traffic around but when I looked at the time I realised it was starting to get towards rush hour. We cruised along singing along to my iPod and after about 15 minutes the traffic got heavier and we started slowing down until we came to a crawling pace. I checked for any news updates to see if there had been an accident or something up ahead but I found nothing and then a few minutes later we passed under a digital matrix explaining there were roadworks a couple of junctions ahead and the motorway was reduced down to 2 lanes. We weren’t bothered about the delay as we were having fun singing and being stupid and we knew once we came out of the other side we would be back up to speed again. As we moved along more traffic joined the motorway making it worse and after 20 minutes we were nearing the start of the roadworks. We could see the care merging up ahead and Alice suddenly said “oh good we are almost there, thank god….”. I looked round at her and before I could say anything she said “....because I’m getting really desperate for a wee”. I giggled and she stuck her tongue out at me. I asked her how bad and she said she was around a 6 and was getting pretty desperate. I thought about it and wasn’t surprised. Since we had left home she had had a cup of coffee from Greggs, a big cup of fanta with lunch and had finished the bottle of oasis she had got in the shop, not to mention the cup of tea she had before we left home. As I thought about everything she had drank I realised I was getting desperate too and realised I had had the same. We crawled along for a few minutes and she suddenly started squirming in her seat and as we were directed into the merged lane and picked up some speed she put her hand between her legs and began rocking back and forth. I looked at her and asked if she was okay. She laughed and said “yeah im fine, just busting for a wee and have a quickly filling bladder”. My eyes widened and I squirmed slightly as I was the same. By the time we came out of the other end of the roadworks and back onto open motorway I picked up speed and we had about 15 minutes until we reached our junction. As we drove along my bladder continued to fill but as I was driving I was unable to do much apart from squirm slightly, plus I was enjoying trying to hide my need from Alice who was now squirming and wiggling like crazy in the passenger seat. She suddenly reached around under the seat and pulled out a towel which we keep in the car as we do a lot of walking and we keep it in case it rains and we end up getting wet...plus it comes in handy for unplanned omorashi moments such as today. She lifted herself up and placed the towel under her and when she sat back down she caught me looking at her and she moaned and said “I’m almost wetting myself and I don’t want to leak on the seat”. Knowing she was at that stage turned me on greatly but also made my own need seem to intensify. She spent the next five minutes moaning and squirming and holding herself when suddenly she gasped. I looked at her then down and she said she had started dripping into her knickers. I was getting close to doing the same but I didn’t let on. She continued to drip into her knickers, each time she let out a gasp and kept telling me how damp her knickers were getting when suddenly she let out a loud moan and I looked down and my eyes widened when I saw a wet patch on the front of her jeans where she had just leaked. As we continued driving along she kept leaking and the patch kept getting bigger and we drove past a sign and she said “oh god please can you stop at the services, I am so close to wetting myself and I don’t want to do it in the car. I teased her for a minute as to whether I would stop and her begs of desperation were so sexy. When the turn off for the services came up I pulled off and as we drove up into the car park her wiggling got more intense. I drove around the outer road and swung around into a parking space. When the car stopped she opened the door and jumped out and I expected her to go running across the car park to the main building. However she stood at the side of the car with her hand jammed into her crotch pee dancing on the spot. Before I could ask her if she was going to pee inside the the wet patch on her crotch got bigger and bigger as she started spurting and then suddenly she moaned out and her light coloured jeans went dark from top to bottom as her bladder exploded and completely flooded them. I could only sit and watch as she stood there moaning, completely soaking her jeans and making a huge puddle all over the floor. She seemed to go forever and when she stopped she let out a loud sigh of relief. She stood there for a couple of minutes letting her jeans drip on the floor before she took off her shoes and threw them in the back seat and then sat back in the front seat on the towel. She looked at me staring and smiled and said “that felt so good”. I giggled and nodded and we drove off. Once we got back on the motorway I was suddenly brought back to my own desperate need. I had been distracted watching Alice but now I was focused again I was absolutely busting. I squirmed and told her that watching her soak herself had made me really have to pee. She laughed and began teasing me with her wet jeans. We were 5 minutes from our junction and my bladder continued to put pressure on my pee hole and I soon started dripping I concentrated hard on holding back the flood and continued driving. By the time we came off the motorway I was bursting full and could feel pee right at the tip of my pee hole wanting to escape and by not letting it I was creating such intense pressure. Without warning a leak escaped and dampened my knickers. A few seconds later another one burst out and I knew they wouldn’t stop. It would only take about 5 minutes to drive to the outskirts of town then up the hill to our house but that was five minutes my bladder was not willing ot wait. I kept leaking and I knew even if I managed to make it home I would have to get out of the car and open the door and walk upstairs and I would most likely explode. Just thinking about that made me spurt without warning and I knew I was on the verge of bursting. I quickly turned off down one of the side roads on the industrial estate and Alice looked at me puzzled and I told her I was about to pop and needed to pee like right now. I drove along looking for a suitable spot to stop whilst desperately trying to contain the spurts. I turned into a dirt track that lead to the river and an old railway bridge and once I reached the end I stopped the car opened my door and jumped out. As soon I stood up I lost control and started spurting like crazy. I just had time to pull my leggings down before my pe hole admitted defeat and I started peeing a torrent. I quickly squatted and let out a hige sigh or relief as I peed hard through my knickers. It went on and on and the relief washing over me was incredible. Eventually the stream slowed down to a trickle and then stopped and I just stayed squatting there enjoying the moment.for a few moments. Eventually I stood up and got back in the car and we drove up home. When we got home we both stripped off and went and had a nice long shower together where we took care of some other needs the events of the afternoon had caused.

On Friday I had a desperation sighting and it reminded me of a time I was in the same situation so I thought I would share the sighting and then my own experience…. Let me fill in the background first. I have always loved reading and in the little town I grew up in there was a book shop that sold all the new books and is a modern book shop. However on the outskirts of town there is a little second hand book shop and growing up I used to love going there and looking through all the old books and spending my pocket money on them. As I got older and moved to high school I would sometimes walk that way home and call in and over time I became friends with the guy who owned the shop. When I was 14 I got a Saturday job working there and loved it, then when I went to Sixth Form College I had more time and worked there whenever I had spare time that I wasn’t at college. I continued working there all through my four years of college and then had to leave when I got a full time job. I still went in on a regular basis to feed my reading habit and still remain good friends with Albert the owner. Earlier this year he mentioned he was looking for somebody to work part time in the shop and at the time a girl I knew was looking for a job so I took her down and she started working there. This leads to the sighting on Friday. I was in town having ran some errands and I decided to go and see Albert and probably get some new books. When I got to the shop Lucy was behind the counter and when she saw it was me she waved and I walked over. She told me Albert had popped into town and should be back soon. I said it was fine as I wanted to look round and she asked if I wanted a drink. She made me and herself a cup of tea and we stood chatting for a while. As customers came in and she was dealing with them I wandered round looking for books for myself and slowly made a small pile on the counter. We were stood talking and she kept looking at a customer that was looking at the shelves. The guy picked out a couple of books and came over and paid for them and left. As he walked out of the shop she said “I hope Albert gets back soon, I could do with a pee”. I looked over at her and noticed that she was bouncing her leg against the base of the stool but apart from that she was showing no signs of being desperate. We went back to chatting as I flicked through the newest stock that hadn’t been put out yet and after about ten minutes she grabbed her phone and said “i’ll ring him and see where he’s got to”. I laughed and said “you know Albert, he most likely got sidetracked...or is stood talking to someone”. She laughed and lifted the phone to her ear and after a few seconds she said “hey Albert, just wondering how long you are going to be…...No No everythings fine here….it's just all those cuppa’s you made me earlier are catching up to me and I’m busting for a pee”. She laughed and then said “okay, see you soon”. She hung up the phone and said “he’s on his way back”. I nodded and then realised her issue, the shop doesn’t have a toilet, they always use the bathroom at the hairdressers next door and she was the only one there so couldn’t leave the shop. I turned to her and said “if you want to nip next door to the loo I can watch the shop”. She looked at me for a moment and said “no its okay, what if a customer comes”. I replied “I will tell them you will be back in a minute”. She thought about it but said “no its fine, I don’t want to risk getting in trouble with Albert”. I nodded and went back to looking through the box of books. As I was looking I kept glancing at her and could see her crossing and uncrossing her legs behind the counter and every so often she would bend forward slightly. I would have felt sorry for her but the fact I had given her a solution but she had turned me down negated that and I got turned on watching her subtly pee dance. Another ten minutes passed and she nervously laughed and said “if he doesn’t get back really soon I will have to accept your offer otherwise I’m gonna pee myself”. As she said that she stood up off her stool and squeezed her thighs together. I looked up at her and said “what, sorry I wasn’t paying attention”. I was, I just wanted to hear her say it again. She laughed and replied “I said If Albert doesn’t get back really soon I will have to take your offer to watch the shop so I can go next door to the loo because I’m nearly wetting myself. She danced and when she thought I wasn’t looking grabbed her crotch. After a few minutes of this the door opened and Albert came in. She looked up and saw it was him and said “oh thank god, I’m about to pee myself”. She dashed out of the shop past the window to next door. I spoke to Albert for a few minutes and she came back looking relieved and said “ahhh that’s much better”. I chatted with Albert for a while and then paid for my stuff and headed out. As I drove home I remembered when I got into the exact same situation a few years ago. ----------------------------------------------- It was a normal Friday and I was working in the shop serving customers and stacking shelves. When it got to lunchtime I went to the cafe next door on the other side and got myself a sandwich, a bun and a cup of coffee and came back and ate it in the back room. I finished my lunch break and went back to work. After a couple of hours I felt the need to pee but it wasn’t anything serious and nothing worth stopping working for. As the afternoon went on my bladder slowly filled and I got to the point of it being a prominent need that I couldn’t ignore. Albert said he had to go round the corner to the supermarket and then had a couple of errands to run in town and asked if I was ok watching the shop. I said I was fine and he headed out. I set about pricing up new books ready to put out on the shelves and as I was my bladder continued to fill and I realised the cup of tea I was sipping at wasn’t helping. After a few minutes I was feeling desperate and being stood still I found the need getting worse pretty quick. I finished pricing up and started to put the books out on display. Half an hour later I had put all the newly priced books and I was now stood behind the counter busting for a wee. When I had customers I was distracted but when they left and I was on my own it was hard to focus on anything but my pee filled bladder. As time slowly passed I got more and more desperate and went from 7 to 9 really quick. I stood behind the counter dancing and bouncing on my feet, crossing my legs and every so often when I got a desperate urge I would grab my crotch to help ease the pressure. Another ten minutes passed and I was starting to worry. I was now bursting for a wee and feeling like I was going to wet my knickers at any moment. I stood with my hand jammed between my legs holding against my pee hole to ease the pressure. Unfortunately a customer came in and I had to let go and as I did I felt my knickers dampen as a small drip escaped. I cursed the customer as she slowly looked round whilst I stood subtly dancing behind the counter trying desperately to keep my knickers dry. Eventually she picked something, paid and left. When she left I broke out into a pee dance and grabbed myself to bring the pressure back down. The need lessened slightly but I was still almost having an accident in my knickers. A few minutes passed and I was starting to drip from my pee hole and I knew I would have find a solution and fast. Just as I was thinking about what I could Albert came back and I tried to look calm and when he went into the back room I shouted “i’m just popping out i'll be back in a minute”. He shouted back his acknowledgement and I quickly walked out of the shop. I stopped dead when I saw a sign in the door of the hairdressers saying they had shut early that day. Seeing that made me leak into my knickers and I grabbed my pussy through my leggings not caring who saw. The cafe was shut as well as they closed after the lunch rush. The nearest toilets were in the supermarket round the corner but I knew if I went there I would burst before I got there, I was already leaking uncontrollably. I quickly walked around the back of the buildings to the alley where we keep the dumpsters. As I walked along my pee hole kept opening and leaking into my knickers which were now very wet. I walked down the alley and ducked behind a dumpster and quickly yanked down my leggings and knickers. The moment they were out of the way my bladder gave in and a stream erupted from my pee hole. I quickly squatted down and sighed in relief as my bladder emptied full force onto the pavement below me. It felt so good to let it out and I pee’d for well over a minute. Once the stream died down I pulled my knickers back up and got turned on when I felt the pee soaked fabric on my pussy. I pulled my leggings back up and went back to work like nothing had happened. ----------------------------------------------- I came back to reality and realised I had driven home. I got out of the car and found myself very aroused as a result of Lucy’s desperation and thinking about what happened to me and went inside and took care of my pressing need.

Takumi, as he had named himself, had grown up as an orphan raised by a pyromancer, while he had a minor talent in it he always preferred swordplay to casting, and thus mainly used the skill as a self buff or weapon augment to help him in battle. Dark times had fallen on Lothric and it's surrounding areas, every day was a constant struggle for survival, although Takumi didn't mind, he prided himself on his skills and ingenuity to see him through day by day. His was a special case, not quite undead but not really alive either, a being shaped from ash, with all the normal faculties of human life. He still found nourishment in an estus flask and would always re-materialize if he did fall in battle. But his was not a quest to link the fire or even take it for himself, all he sought to do was adventure and discover what civilizations had left in the wake of their demise, and if he a lord of cinder stood in his way then so be it. One day on his travels he decided to tackle the abyss watchers, which he was sure were guarding a secret, and after a few tries and cleverly pitting themselves against one another he finally prevailed. After the defeat he found a new passage way into a dusty old network of catacombs, believing them to belong to the lost civilization of Carthus, he was beyond excited. After narrowly escaping various arrow traps, giant skeletons and even a ball comprised totally of skeletons he made it to the end of the ruins, near the end he noticed a friend of his standing up along the cliff side, Anri of Astora stood alone looking apprehensively down into a far pit. "Ah, hello, we meet again. Have you seen Horace anywhere? She asked. "No, Can't say that I have." Takumi replied. "I see, well I must be on my way then, if you do see him let him now I shall leave prism stones to guide him just like I always have." she said sadly. "I will do so." He said with resolve and took his leave. Just as he jumped down to the narrow ledge below he could see a horde of skeletons assembling themselves and starting to make their way across the rickety bridge. Thinking quickly he ran to the side and slashed at the ropes the bridge swung away as more of the bindings snapped and fell dropping the skeletons down into the pit below. Now that he had a makeshift ladder to make use of he descended even further into the abyss. "I must be really far below sea level at this rate, surely I'll hit rock bottom soon enough, the best stuff is always the hardest to get to." Takumi thought as he descended. After reaching the ground floor a path seemed to lead into another room, seemingly man made as well, inside there was a great demon skulking around, the likes of which he had seen in the undead settlement in his youth. "Well, that's a problem, but I think I've got my solution." he said looking past the demon. Takumi being an avid treasure hunter could spot a mimic a mile away, terrible creatures said to be born from human avarice that took the shape of chests to swallow up the over eager. and their just so happened to be one at the other side of the room. He readied a flame in hand and threw it hitting the mimic in it's chest like face. All at once it sprang to life as over sized arms and legs stood the creature up, it looked and saw a giant fire demon plodding around, and using whatever logic it had it started relentlessly attacking the monstrosity. Taking the opportunity he slipped by the ensuing carnage and made his way past the rapidly assembling skeletons when he saw a bonfire, which he hastily lit and bound himself to should he be less fortunate. Walking back to where the fight between chest and demon was raging he found an item of interest. It appeared to be the remains of a pyromancer and it included a headband and an odd pyromancy that he had never seen before, all he could read was "Flash Flood" on the parchment. He was familiar with a rudimentary anti fire spell known as "Flash Sweat" which caused the users body to generate water at an immense rate and pour out of the skin of the user effectively dowsing them and making them nearly impossible to set on fire, fairly common in duels between users of fire. Takumi could only assume this scroll was something of an improved version. "Well, what have we here? This might hail back all the way from The Great Swamp, or maybe even Izalith!" He thought as he walked back to the bonfire to ready the spell. There was a bit of studying that needed to be done to properly cast such a spell, taking his time he pour over the scroll until it made sense in his mind what he would need to do, and after he stood up he readied the flame in his hand again, this time pulling his hand in close and quickly striking it into his stomach, but nothing seemed to happen. "Hmm, that's weird, I figured I sweat or something, maybe even cry? Even power within does something right away, maybe it's a dud?" He thought as he started down the trail further into the cave ahead of him. Suddenly, he felt something happening in his lower abdomen, the urge to pee was rapidly growing. "Oh man, I know I haven't pissed in a while but this is ridiculous, is this what they meant by flash flood?!" He said as he clenched his legs together. He could feel his bladder filling quickly, he needed to find some place to go sooner rather than later. He dashed down the hallway away from the skeletons that he didn't want to risk hearing him, although he wasn't really sure they could hear without ears. At the end of the hall the cavern opened up into a lake that seemed to be glowing like fire. At this point he didn't care, there didn't appear to be anything that wanted to kill him around so this was a good enough time as any to let loose, he stumbled over to the water while unbuttoning his belt and pants and just finally managed to get his penis out when it started to spray uncontrollably. Directing the stream down into the water he sighed in relief as he peed and peed, a gentle splashing echoing in the cavern. "Whoa, that was closer than I thought, who would ever make a spell like this?" he thought looking down at the clear river flowing out of his dick. After a minute straight of solid weeing he started to become concerned, his bladder didn't feel any emptier yet, looking down there was still a bulge in his lower stomach, the endless voiding making him weak in the knees. "Hah... so much pee... what is wrong here, I must be filling just as fast as I'm emptying, let me think, Flash sweat only lasts for 30 seconds, a bit more if you had the right equipment on, oh... right..." he said as he looked down at his hand holding his still going member, he had 2 lingering dragoncrest rings on that hand, the normal and plus one, and on the other hand he had the plus 2... he regularly had these on to maximize the length of his fire spells on his blades. Also, he had no idea how long this spell lasted, how long would it take someone to piss a whole flood? Was it designed for giants? It would only take them a couple minutes, but then again if it were for giants, he'd probably have died from a few ruptured organs at the start of the spell. "Ohhh... This can't go on for much longer right? It's been a couple minutes already." He said as the stream continued unabated. It had been 3 minutes since he started, and he felt his strength draining away as well, he collapsed onto his knees, just a few inches from the water where his torrent continued to splash. The fourth and fifth minutes came and went as he finally started to feel a bit of relief, looking down it finally seemed that his bladder was finally shrinking, he fell onto his hands and just barely managed to keep the rest of his body out of the lake below as his penis dangled just above the surface still contributing its waters to the overall lake. The lake was surprisingly warm to the touch, as if the whole thing was a giant heated bath. "Come on, just a bit more, just need to let out a bit more..." he said as he strained to stay out of the water, finally his urine pouring out slowed to a trickle and just a few drips fell out into the lake. With what remaining strength he had he pushed himself back and fell straight back away from the water panting heavily and with his penis still resting just out of his fly on his leg. He lay there motionless for a while as he recomposed himself. "Well, THAT is going to be situationally useful at best..." he thought as was sprawled out on the ground, just then he heard a voice behind him. "Oh, hello again, what are you doing there... exposed as you are? It was Anri, she had just plodded down the path where Takumi lay, he couldn't see her face through her helmet but was pretty sure she was smiling. "This is the smoldering lake, where the great peeromancers once flourished." Hastily Takumi stood up a bit dizzly and put his dick back into his pants as he looked at her. "...I think you meant Pyromancy." He said with a blush "No, I am aware Pyromancy is a study of flame, Peeromancy on the other hand is very different, who do you think invented Flash Sweat and Profuse Sweat?" She said as she looked around the cavern a bit more. "I've been studying for years and my master never told me of such a study" Takumi said bewildered. "Well, if you want to know more I suggest you do some exploring, although, it's best if you have a toilet around when you decide to experiment again." she said as she turned away and started back up the path." "Hah, same to you!" Takumi said as he readied his flame in hand, but instead of striking himself he ran up and wrapped his arm around Anri, stuffing the flame right into her lower abdomen. "Hey, what did you... Oh..." she groaned as she clenched her legs together. "I'm guessing you'll be wanting some privacy?" Takumi said with a sneer. "Oh... YES PLEASE!" she said as she ran toward the lake herself and hastily stripped what armor she had around her bottom down and forcefully started to piss into the lake herself. To be continued... Maybe... if I feel like it...

This is a follow up to 'Abby's desperate bus ride', that I posted a few months back. It's a bit long, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. I'd advise familiarising yourself with the first story first, but am sure this will work as a stand alone story if not. ------------------- 6 months had past since the worst day of Abby's life. She'd been really enjoying her new job, and was delighted to be a woman, excelling in a male world. She'd been on a team building excercise, only a few months in, and whilst she'd really enjoyed the day, she was caught short on the bus on the way home. When they were stuck in traffic she was so desperate, that she ended up begging the bus driver to stop, and completely breaking down and wetting hereslf. (See Abby's desperate bus ride). She couldn't believe that she'd gotten away with it. Noone that new her had seen, and, although she got a bit of stick for her frantic dash down the bus, everyone had just assumed she made it to a toilet. I mean, thats just what grown women do isn't it. Whilst she was somewhat relieved that no-one knew her shame, she still felt absolutely humiliated. She had never thought it possible that she could get so desperate that she would lose control. She had always just assumed that no matter how bursting you felt, you could just hang on that bit longer. That hadn't been the case though. She tried and tried and tried, but there was absolutley no way she could stop it coming out, she had simply lost control and peed her pants like a toddler. She'd been outside a busy pub, and people had seen her, laughed at her, sneered at her. It had really affected her confidence, and she was certainly never going to drink a pint of lager again. Tomorrow though, she was attending a business conference in Torquay. That was a 3 hour coach journey away waith a 1 night stop over. There were 5 people going from her company, and she had been selected to be one of them. It was an honour, and her manager had told her that she was very cose to getting a promotion, which would bring with it a very welcome pay rise. She was looking forward to a bit of hob nobbing, but, she couldn't help but be terrified of the coach journey. She was 18 years old, approaching a high profile promotion, and a 2 day break, and she was terrified of wetting her knickers. The thought was ludicrous, and she knew it. She'd be fine, she just needed to plan what she was doing. The day came, and she was to meet at the coach for 9AM. She was up early, and had her usual, very much needed, morning pee. She dolled herself up with make up, and got dressed into her VERY expensive, brand new Armani business suit. It was a tight white shirt, a black jacket, and a tight black pencil skirt. She admired herself in the mirror, and she looked amazing, but she noticed straight away that her usual, comfortable cotton panties left a very noticable VPL. She cursed as she noticed and changed into her best G-String. She wasn't a fan of the thong underwear, but it was aneccesary evil to complete her look. She wasn't naive enough to not realise that the company directors were men, and her amazing looking 19 year old ass would win her many admiring glances. She went to the toilet three times after drinking her morning coffee, just releasing a tiny dribble each time, just to make sure her bladder was as empty as it could be. She noticed as she was doing it thet her skirt was quite restrictive, but it wasn't a disaster. She called a cab, picked up her bag, and waited to be taking to the meeting point, at a local McDonalds store. When she arrived, she was met by Dave, who cheerily told her he'd got her a large coffee to drink before they went. They always made each other coffee at work, so there was no way she could refuse. Her heart sank as he cheerily accepted it and took a sip. I got here early so that it'd be the perfect temperature, he beamed. He was right it was perfect, so she drank it quickly. It was ridiculous how a simple cup of coffee was causing her such a trauma. "Pull yourself together Abs" she chistised herself, "you're an adult, what happened was freak incident, you can handle a cup of coffee." They made small talk outside until the rest of the party arrived, and then she saw the bus approaching. "Won't be a sec" she whispered to Dave, "just nipping to the ladies". She had planned this thoroughly, limit your fluid intake, then make sure you pee just before your leaving. She didn't even wait for a response, she turned on her heels and went inside, heading over to the toilets at the back, she became painfully aware that the ladies room door was propped wide open with a mop bucket. She knew from previous visits that there were only 2 cubicles in a very small ladies room, and her heart started pounding. As she approached the door, a spotty male teen strolled out and started to wring out his mop. "Erm, could I go in please" she asked nervously, but the teen looked up, "Sorry miss" he said, "Some idiot has flooded the place, just give me ten minutes and I'll have it all cleaned up again". "No, no, no" her mind raced, this wasn't the plan. She had planned it so perfectly, but now she had a large coffee inside of her and her last gasp pee was being denied. "But my coach is leaving now" she said, "Sorry" replied the teen, "like I say, its gonna be ten minutes." She looked at the mens room and thought about it, but at that moment an old man approached, and she could see him looking her up and down. "FUCK" she muttered, as she had no choice but to head back out to the coach. As she got outside she noticed that everyone had boarded and the coach was already quite full. She scanned the aisle and saw her colleagues about half way up. "Over here", said Dave "I've saved you a seat". He was obviously interested and trying to impress, and Abby had to admit that she wasn't disappointed, Dave was hot, the very epitome of tall dark and handsome. As she walked over she was greeted by Colin, who was on the seat behind them, literally shouting, "here we are, at last, has the little girl gone pee pee, we don't want any incidents like last time do we?". She was absloutely mortified, her cheeks blushed beet red as she prayed for the earth to swallow her up. "Why, what happened?" asked Dave, "Well" started Colin eagerly, "It was after that team building shit, we'd been in the boozer and then hit a bit of traffic, we were only ten minutes from home, and Abby here made a right show of herself, dancing around, grabbing herself, begging the driver to pull over so she could run into a pub and use the facilities". She felt like crying, she'd never been so embarrassed. The only positive was that they had no idea how badly it had actually ended, they all assumed she'd made it. She did a little giggle as she sat down. "Shut Up Colin" said Dave, "I'm sure she doesn't need reminding about it from some old perv like you does she". "Could have been worse" he said "That Katarina from accounts dashed out and dropped her knickers on the motorway, pissing like a bloody racehorse she was, never seen anything like it mate, I swear to god" "Don't worry about him" said Dave as she sat down, "dirty old bastard probably got off on it, look at him, he's definitely getting none at home. You must've been bursting to have asked the driver to pull over?" "OH FUCK" she thought, her mind racing, this was the last thing she needed, she thought there was a chance of her and Dave getting together, now they were sat on a coach, in a terrifying condition, and he was asking questions about the time she wet her knickers!" "Oh, I was" she replied sheepishly, "everyone was, all the lads went on the motorway, and poor Katerina couldn't wait. It was a bladder buster for sure" she tried to make light of it. "Thank God for pubs eh!" he said jovially, "Imagine if you'd have had to queue!" "hehe, yeah" she giggled, "that would have been really bad!" The topic was changed shortly afterwards, and they all started talking shop. Abby scanned around the coach, and noticed it was a much more even split. There were employees from allover the company on board, and it was probably a 70/30 split of men to women. She looked at her watch. It was 9:20, they were due to arrive at 12, she'd be fine, she told herself. Around 90 minutes later, and Abby was panicking. She'd become acutely aware of a need to pee around half an hour ago, and her need had been steadily rising since, and she was now at a level she would describe as bursting. She wasn't desperate, not yet, and she was nowhere near the level she was at when she lost control, but she was definitely needing to go, you know, the sort of level where you drop what you're doing and make finding a toilet your priority. Only, it couldn't be her priority. She was on a bus, and there was nowhere for her to go. A look at her watch told her there was just over an hour to go, and the thought of that made her want to burst into tears. Not only was her need becoming more pressing, but what she had also realised was that, in her current attire, there was no way of helping herself. She couldn't sit on her heel without flashing her intimate parts, and her skirt was so tight she couldn't press between her legs, hell, she couldn't even cross her legs. She was bursting for a wee, with over an hour to wait, and all she could do was press her thighs together and pray. For ten minutes she sat there, panicking, her heart pounding, and her mind replaying over and over the humilition of weeing in her knickers, the humiliation of begging the bus driver to stop, and even the humiliation of Colin taunting her, and Dave questioning her. Her predicament seemed to be making her need worse, as she wanted to go more and more, involuntarilly starting to jig her leg up and down. Dave noticed this immediately. "Are you OK?" he questioned. "Erm, yeah" she stammered, stopping dead still instantly, "its just, erm, well, erm, I'm a bit cold", "ahh, don't worry Abs, we're stopping at the services in a second, I'll get you another coffee to warm you up!" She almost gasped out in joy at what she'd heard, "Are we stopping?" she gasped, desperate to make sure she'd not misheard, "yes, a couple of the girls upfront asked for a toilet stop, so we're nipping into the services", sure enough, as he said it, she saw the coach pulling off the motorway. The thought of relief seemed to increase her need yet further, as her heart skipped a beat. Her bladder pulsed, but she hardly cared, she was going to make it to a toilet! As soon as the coach stopped, everyone stood up and started to dash forwards, the driver said something bout ten minutes, but no-one was listening. Abby tried to appear calm, but there was only one thing on her mind, getting to the Ladies room, and quickly. She was walking as fast as she could, trying desperately to keep her thighs pressed together. "toilets, toilets, oh where are they" she muttered as she dashed through the main doors. Dave shocked her by putting his hand on her shoulder, "are you coming for a drink?" he enquired. Abby could've slapped him, she needed to be pouring liquid out of her body, not putting more in! "I'll catch you up" she said, through gritted teeth, as she caught sight of 3 of the girls from the coach dashing towards the huge "TOILETS" sign. "Come on" she muttered as she dashed towards it, rounding the corners, and pushing open the door labelled "LADIES", her need intensifying yet more at the thought of glorious relief. "Yes, yes, yes" she said out loud, as she almost fell into the ladies room, to be faced with 4 bolted doors, and 7 women waiting outside them. "OH" she gasped, a bit too loudly, as she joined the queue, and started to jig up and down. The 7 ladies waiting were all from the coach, and the woman at the front was making a hell of a fuss! "PLEASE HURRY" she shouted at the bolted doors "PLEASE" as she shouted she hoiked up her skirt to her waist, pressing hard between her legs, "OH GOD HURRY" she begged again, "Don't make me wet myself!" "Calm down Laura" said the next girl in line. "I can't wait, I can't" she said, as a toilet flushed, "Oh fuck YES" she shouted, "PLEASE let me wee" as the bolt slid across the girl was already pulling down her knickers, pushing the woman coming out and dashing past her, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she gasped, as the sound of an almighty torrent of pee filled the room. "She wasn't joking was she?" said the girl infront of Abby in the queue, "Oh god that sound is doing nothing for me though, I'm bloody bursting here, these coach trips are a nightmare for us girls aren't they?" Abby just giggled and nodded as her bladder pleaded with her to empty it. When, at last, it was her turn Abby could barely walk, she was shuffling forwards, pressing her thighs together for all she was worth, as soon as she was in the privacy of a cubicle she went into a full blown pee dance as she fought to hold on foor the last couple of seconds. Her skirt was so tight accross her bladder, as she fought to hoik it up. "Come on, come on she said, as she bunched it higher and higher, just enough til she could grab the waistband of her panties, "Oh yes she gasped, yanking them down to her knees. as soon as they were clear, a blast of pee shot from her before she was even sitting, and as she collapsed onto the toilet she relaxed, and blasted her urine into the toilet below. The relief she felt was so overwhelming, she almost burst into tears. "Ahhhhhhh" she sighed, as her gushing stream quickly faded into a trickle. It felt so, so good, as her most intimate parts throbbed and tingled, and her agonised bladder finally felt empty. "Oh god I needed that" she thought, but was quickly snapped back to reality when she heard another girl outside her door crying out for her to hurry. She gave herself a long, luxurious wipe, shuddering with pleasure at the feeling she got as her hand brushed over her, now, sensitive parts. She noticed, as she pulled up her expensive panties, there was a slight dampness between the legs, but she smoothed down her Armani skirt, and unbolted the door. She was pushed aside by a desperate young girl, who already had her skirt hoiked up around her waist, but Abby washed her hands and made her way back out. Dave was waiting for her outside the ladies room, with another large coffee. He handed it to her, saying "you've been ages, was everything alright?". "Oh yes" she replied, "there was just a bloody queue, there always is in the ladies, you men don't know how lucky you are!". She played it cool, giving away no hint of the intense panic that had filled the ladies room just moments earlier! They strolled off back to the coach and took their places. Abby reflected again on how bursting she'd been, after she'd been so careful too. What was it on these coach trips that always made her need a wee? The rest of the journey passed without any issue, it was only 45 minutes, but Abby was painfully aware of what a state she would have been in without that pitstop. She was feeling the effects of the coffee already, but she was fine, they'd made it to the conference centre! As they all departed from the coach, they were greeted by Tony. Tony was the regional manager, and the man they were all out to impress. He spoke to some of the guys first, and then turned to address Abby. "Hi there dear, I hear you are speaking too? I'm really looking forward to finalising your notes with you, I have to say, a beautiful young lady on that stage will make a very refreshing change, you could be our secret weapon, come on lets go". Abby was both flattered and appalled. She hated male chauvenism, and just wanted to be treated equally, but then, she was there to impress. She was the 4th of their companies 5 speakers, and the speeches were due to begin in about 90 minutes time. She was feeling nervous, but eager to please. She thought they were having lunch first, but Tony led them all off into a small office. The other women were involved in much more menial stuff, and Abby was sat with some of the biggest names in the company. She was somewhat overawed to be honest, but glad that she still had Dave by her side. "OK folks" started Tony, "the bad news is, we aren't having lunch, but, I have some sandwiches and drinks coming through. We really need to make the most of today, we could secure some life changing business, so we need to get it right." As he spoke, the doors opened, and an astonishing platter was layed out infront of them. Abby wasn't really hungry, her stomach was doing summersaults, but she gratefully poured herself a cup of coffee. The next 45 minutes passed so quickly. She was in a different world. She was delighted to be there, but terrified of making a howler and messing up the whole day. She was a 19 year old girl on her first conference. Of course the directors knew this and she was briefed fully. She sipped through 3 cups of coffee without even thinking about it, when, 30 minutes before the speeches began, they were told to have a break. Abby was grateful of this, as she could, once again, feel her bladder starting to demand her attention. A quick trip to the ladies room would be very welcome indeed. She stood up, but Tony said, "Abby, would you mind waiting behind, I could do with a quick 5 minutes with you". Her heart sank, but she agreed and retook her seat whilst everyone else left the room. Tony started talking to her about who was who, and how to impress them. He complemented her on her suit, saying it was just the look that screamed professional business woman, the minutes ticked by as her bladder slowly filled, until there was only 5 more minutes left until the speeches were due to begin. Her bladder now was starting to become distracting, and the thought of having to hold it throughout was not a good one, so she knew she would have to excuse herself. "I'm sorry sir, but could I just quickly freshen up before we begin?" "Oh, yes, of course" he replied, "do hurry though, as we don't have much time" "I will" she replied, standing up, "I won't be a minute" She turned and headed for the door, but it flung open and she was greeted by a flustered looking man. "Tony, are you planning on joining us?" he almost shouted, "speeches are starting in 5 minutes, get through here now" "Sorry love" he added, looking Abby up and down, "You must be Abigail, I'm Martin, the company director". She did a little curtsey, partly out of respect, and partly to stop herself jigging about, now she was standing, her bladder was demanding her full attention. "Abby's just nipping to freshen up" said Tony, but he was shot down immediately, "No time for that, don't worry dear, you look amazing, come on now", Tony stood, and they were led away before Abby could protest. They moved swiftly down the corridor, passing the ladies room as they went. She thought about just ducking in, but it was more than her job was worth, so she continued into the conference room. As she entered she saw her friends, giving a nervous smile and wave, but Martin kept on leading her to thefront of the conference hall. It was absolutely packed, there must have been about 400 people in there, and the thought of speaking infront of these people sent a shiver through her. She was led to the very front of the room and up onto the stage by Martin, who sat right next to her. "OK" he said, "I hope you've got a great speech prepared, this is such a big day for the company, and I've heard nothing but great things about you. If you nail this you are in line for a very healthy bonus." Without further ado, introductions began, and the first speaker was introduced. Abby's mind was racing, she looked out over the sea of people as the first guy started to talk, in a really dull, and monotone voice. She was barely paying attention though as she looked at the very back of the room, lit up like a beacon to taunt her was a sign for the LADIES. Her bladder was making itself known, and felt even worse now the nerves had started to kick in. A quick glance at the running order told her that hers was the 5th, and final speech, not the 4th as she'd been told earlier. The first speaker droned on for just over 25 minutes, during which Abby's need rose alarming quickly, she kept having furtive glances accross towards the ladies room door wondering if she could make a quick dash for it between speeches. When the first guy finally finished everyone stood to applaud, Abby followed suit, but to her horror the second speaker was introduced immediately. Martin leaned over to her and said, "Well I hope yours is better than that yawn-fest, that was bloody awful", "haha, I'm glad you said that" giggled Abby, "I hope they don't all last that long". She was desperate to hear that the speeches would be over quickly, because without an interval there was no way she wouldn't have very wet knickers after 2 and a half hours. "They seem so much longer when they're so boring don't they" he repeated, giving nothing away. The second speech was slightly shorter, but no a lot, it was another 20 minutes, and by the end of it Abby was starting to get seriously bursting. She was pleased with the chance to stand up to applaud, and as she frantically looked towards the ladies room, she saw 2 girls near the back make a quick dash for them. How she longed to do the same, she looked over to Martin, who was applauding furiously. He was terrifying, but it was starting to get urgent, "Erm, could I please just..." started Abby, hardly beleiving what she was abut to do, but she had to ask to be excused for a second. "It's OK Abigail" said Martin, talking right over the top of her, "I know what your thinking, more coffee, I'm on it", he shouted over a waitress and ordered large lattes for everyone up on the stage. Abby could have screamed, more coffee was absolutely the last thing she needed, she started to protest, but the third speech was being introduced, she had no choice but to just squeeze her thighs together and sit back down. The coffees arrived 5 minutes later and Abby was starting to bounce her legs around, her need was getting so very urgent. As she sipped slowly at her coffee she convinced herself that there had to be an interval after this speech, and if there wasn't she would have to admit her need and make a frantic dash for it. As the speech droned on Abby was getting more and more desperate. She was trying to keep her thighs pressed together tightly, as her feet beat on the floor like a drum. 25 minutes he went on for and by the end she was nearly beside herself, as she stood up to applaud, she felt like she was going to lose control. She bent double, and was about to beg Martin for a wee when to her absolute delight, the speaker announced a short, ten minute interval. "Oh thank god" she gasped out loud, as she made her way to the edge of the stage. The sound of chairs scraping across the floor filled the room, as Martin stopped her, "Should we go through your speech again" he asked, but there was no way she could be denied, she absolutely had to have a wee, it was becoming extremely urgent. "NO" she stammered a bit too loudly, barely stopping her frantic dash, "I need to, I mean, I'm just nipping to the ladies room quickly", He tried to protest, but she was like a woman possessed. storming past him towards the sign she'd been staring at for the past hour. Her bladder was screaming at her, just like it had been in the services earlier, she absolutely had to wee, she needed it. "Just hold on girl" she thought, as she gritted her teeth. To her horror though, as she got to the ladies she was greeted with a queue snaking out of the door. "No no no no no, not now" she muttered as she joined the end of it. There must've been 15 people waiting outside the door, with good knows what sort of drama going on inside. This could not be happening she thought, as she stood in line, trying to hide her frantic desperation. 10 minutes later, the queue had started to die down, and she was just at the enterence to the door. There was no hiding it anymore, she was desperate, absolutely bursting for a wee, she was grinding her thighs together and bobbing up and down, as she peered past the woman infront of her she could see that there were just 3 cubicles, and still about 5 desperate ladies before her. Her mind raced, and her heart pounded, as a toilet flushed and the woman at the front dashed in. At that moment she heard an announcement that caused her to yelp out. "OK, thats the end of the interval, please make your way back to your seats". She couldn't be late, she was on the stage, next to the main company director, but she had to wee, she absolutely had to, there was no way she could hold it for another hour, and certainly no way she could give a speech like this. It was now or never, she pushed past the woman in front of her and ran to the front of the line. She was greeted by an 18 year old PA, who was pressing a hand into her crotch. Abby's mind raced, as she started to beg, "Please, please, please can I cut the line" she pleaded, as the young girl looked horrified. There was a protest from a girl three girls back, but Abby continued, "Look, its an absolute emergency, I'm absolutely bursting for a wee, and they're calling for us back". "We all are" said the girl second in line, "Fuck off and wait your turn like everyone else". "I know" stammered Abby, "But, but I'm on the stage, and have a presentation to do, I have to go back now, but I absolutely must wee first, if I don't I'll wet myself for sure". Her pee dance was getting more and more frantic as she spoke, but the girl at the front almost broke down. "I neeeeeeedddd to weeeeeee" she wailed, "I'm sorry but I'm bursting, Its starting to come out". At that moment Sue came charging into the ladies room, her terrifying line manager. "Abigail, what on earth are you doing in here, everyone is back on that stage apart from you, Martin looks fucking seething, you're showing us all up". At that moment, a toilet flushed, and the heavenly sound of a lock sliding open filled the room. "Please" begged Abby, looking longingly at the next girl in line, but she just pushed past her, lifting her skirt as she went, revealing an already substantial wetspot on her baby pink knickers. Seconds later the sound of a huge, hissing deluge filled the room, as the PA gasped out in relief. "NOW" commanded Sue, staring at Abby. Her bladder screamed, as the thought of not being able to pee tormented her, then out of nowhere, SSSSSS, she lost control, just for a second, but it was enough, she hoiked up her skirt and thrust both of her hands between her legs. "SUE" she begged, praying almost for divine intervention. "I absolutely must pee, and they wont let me cut the line". "There's no time" said Sue, "I need you out here now, you'll have to hold it." "I can't" she gasped, "I really can't, its coming out now" She was frantic at that point, and saw a cocktail glass on the side. Her mind raced, she had to find some relief, she grabbed it, pulled aside her panties, and thrust it between her legs. Immediately a blast of pee shot from her tightly clenched lips, and as she allowed herself to relax her stream blasted out at incredible force. The girl at the front of the line started to protest, "You dirty bitch, stop it, oh god, oh please stop it" she was in a furious pee dance, and watching Abby find relief was clearly not helping her. Sue stormed over, just as the glass filled, and it was so hard to stop peeing, as her bladder just wanted to empty itself. "UUUMMMPH" she grunted as she got herself under control. She placed the glass on the side, it was full to the brim of frothing, almost clear business woman piss. "I'm so sorry" she said to Sue, "I absolutely had to do that". Her stomach still ached, and her bladder demanded its full relief, the pain of having to hold on again once the floodgates had opened was agony. The glass was only small, probably about 150ml, and she felt like she had an ocean trying to thrash out from between her legs. "I'll deal with the disgusting show I've just witnessed later on, but get back on that stage this instant" replied Sue, with a face like thunder. She ushered her towards the door of the Ladies, with a bladder still uncomfortably full. She was panicking as she headed back to the stage. How much longer would it be til she could finish her wee. She tried to convince herself that now she'd taken the edge off it, she'd be fine, but she felt anything but fine. She pressed her thighs together as she staggered back up to the stage, where she was greeted by Martin, who looked bright red. "ABIGAIL" he boomed, "Where the hell have you been, do you realise how important these speeches are, I knew it was a risk putting a little girl in charge of the most important one, people kept telling me you were driven, that you had something special, but you don't seem to be taking this seriously at all!" Her bottom lip started to quiver. She couldn't cry, not here, but her bladder screamed at her and she was being literally shouted at by the most important man in the company. "I'm sorry sir" she started, "but, erm, well there was a line" she barely even knew what she was going to say. She certainly couldn't tell him the whole story of what had happened in the ladies room, or admit to the fact that she was still easily as bursting as she'd been when the coach stopped earlier and frantically panicking about the possibility of wetting her knickers. "I don't care" said Martin, "I just hope your speech is good, you better not let me down" As he said it the master of ceremonies started to talk, and introduced Abby up the the front. She'd put so much work into her speech that she had to focus. The first ten minutes went well, but her bladder seemed to be filling more. She knew it was the coffee, and she involuntarilly started to bob up and down, rubbing her thighs together. Her need was coming in waves, each one seemingly a litte more urgent than the one before. She started to sweat as she ploughed on through, desperately trying to appear calm and relaxed, but she could hear people whispering. By some miracle she made it to the end of her speech, and actually pressed her hand into her crotch, almost as a celebration. Her mind raced. She'd actually done it, that was it, it was time to pee! Then Martin stood up and took the mic. Abby looked longingly accross to the Ladies room, she knew hers was the last speech, should she just run for it now. Her bladder sensed this thought and demanded it. "Umph" she grunted, as she bobbed up and down. Martin announced over the microphone that they were opening the floor to any questions, to any of speakers, and immediately a sea of hands shot up. Looking at more denial, she felt her legs starting to shake, she didn't know what to do. She'd been so focussed on making it to the end of her speech, that she'd almost convinced herself that would be the end of her trauma. Martin pointed to the first question asker, but Abby was barely listening. "Yes, erm, question for young Abigail, what is it like being a young girl succeding in such a male dominated industry." "Abby" said Martin, handing her the mic. She hadn't prepared for this, she couldn't think straight, her bladder burned, it needed release, sweat poured from her brow, as she started a subtle, but obvious pee dance. "Erm" she stammered "Its erm, yes, its good, all of my male colleagues have been very helpful" She was almost floored by an incredible urge. She looked accross to the Ladies room. Her mind screamed at her to make a run for it, her bladder demanded she run for it. The question asker pushed for more, "At such a young age too, you've done incredibly well, do you see yourself progressing right to the top of the company" "PEE, PEE, PEEEEEEE" her mind screamed, "THE LADIES IS JUST THERE" Out of nowhere, another urge, almost as big as it had been the day she'd wet herself outside weatherspoons. A blast of pee escaped her tightly clenched lips, and soaked into her expensive panties. She tried to press her hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight, she couldn't get any pressure where she needed it so badly. Another spurt escaped, this time causing a rivulet that she could feel dripping down her thigh. Everyone was staring at her, but she had to pee, right this second! It was, undoubtaby the worst moment of her life. She could hear people sneering and laughing at her, but she was out of control, on stage, and actively starting to wet herself. "I'm err, I'm sorry" she stammered into the mic, "I erm, that is, I'm sorry, I just need a quick break". She dropped the microphone onto the floor and just ran towards the Ladies. She could hear Martin saying something, and others told her to wait, but there was literally only one thing that mattered. More pee escaped from her, as she staggered accross the room. "I'm sorry" she cried, as she went, "I'm so sorry, I have to, I can't wait." Sue stood and tried to block her path again, but she was like a woman possessed. Any delay now, would be absolutely disasterous, she was literally out of control. "Abigail, get back on that stage this instant" commanded Sue, but she didn't even break stride. "I need a weee" she gasped as she pushed open the Ladies room door and saw an open cubicle infront of her. It was literally too much, the sight of a toilet was what she'd been dreaming of for so long, that she started to release as she frantically hoiked up her tight skirt. She could feel pee cascading from between her legs, as she pulled aside the gusset of her panties and collapsed onto the toilet, without even bolting the cubicle door. The relief she felt was like nothing she had ever encountered before, as she literally exploded a deluge of pent up pee into the bowl below. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she gasped "oh my god, I've needed this for so long, oh a pee, oh I thought I'd never get to do it" she was crying as her stream dwindled down to a trickle, sobbing and peeing for all she was worth. She was lightheaded and the whole bottom half of her body tingled and relaxed. She seemed to pee on for ages, before finally she felt empty. Only at that stage did she assess the damage. She stood up and immediately felt how wet her panties were, she she removed them. She was also mortified to feel the inside of both thighs, and then noticed the streaks running down the back of her ridiculously expensive designer skirt. The mess she'd made on the floor of the, clearly, well maintained Ladies room was clear for all to see too. At that stage, Sue came charging in. Abby expected the telling off of her life, but seeing the state that she was in, she saw a different side to Sue. Her make up had run down her face where she had been crying, and her glistening legs, streaked skirt, and sopping wet panties in hand clearly showed there'd been quite a serious accident. "Oh my God Abby" said Sue, "What on earth happened, how can you just pee yourself" Abby, still crying started "I don't know, I had to go so bad, I told you I had to go. I couldn't wait, I tried, I really tried, I got through my speech, and then there was questions, it hurt, and I tried to stop it but my skirt was tight and I needed it, and I wet myself!" she cried more as Sue hugged her. "Do you have a weak bladder or something?" questioned Sue "We've all had to go at these events, but you don't just wet yourself." "I don't know Sue, but I premise I couldn't help it". "Get yourself cleaned up and I'll tell them you're ill she said, as 2 giggling girls came into the Ladies. Abby locked herself back inside her cubicle and dried her legs. She'd made a huge show of herself, but as much as she tried to think about all she could think about was the coach trip back tomorrow!! But that's another story.....

i was with my girlfriend, but we had a predicament. i'd been watching omorashi videos since i was about 12. it was how i learned how to masturbate. i never thought about sex. as a result, i could make her climax, but i couldn't cum, myself. needless to say, this put her off a bit. she asked me what i needed to be "happy". well, i wasn't one to deny her such an answer. it was for my own benefit. so i told her all about it. a few nights later, we went to sleep, on a few pills and other mind-altering substances. i'd had an autistic meltdown that night and she wanted me to sleep peacefully. she woke me up around 11:30 in the morning, but i couldn't stay up. i kept phasing in and out of sleep and she had to prod me awake. she said she had to pee. now i was awake. i grabbed her and did what we mostly did, a lot of body worship. kneading her belly and kissing her all over, tasting her skin. she enjoyed it, but she said again that she had to pee. i asked her how badly, but she didn't know any physical signs so i knew whatever answer she gave was bullshit. i told her i was gonna make her have to go, and then i'd let her. she agreed, and i began to torment her. i started by tickling her armpits to get her in a ticklish mood. she was extremely ticklish. i have no idea why, but she was. she kept pushing me away from her, but i could do something better, anyways. periodically throughout this ordeal, i would ask "what's wrong?" if she said "nothing" with her puppy eyes, as she normally did, i knew it wasn't time yet. i worked my way down to her stomach. i pressed on it and she would grimace in pain. i kept checking verbally to see if she was ok. she wasn't showing any physical signs other than being in pain from the torture, so i continued. i went to her bladder. but my own experience told me to be VERY careful. the pain was like needles. she moaned a bit. she said that it hurt, but in a good way. i continued to ask her "what's wrong?" and she would say "nothing!" i continued. this time i found her kidneys acted as both a tickle spot and a bladder spot. she began to spasm, and she breathed very heavily during the torture. she said she had to go really badly now. i knew she wasn't ready yet and told her that she would have to endure it a bit longer. at this point i climbed on top of her. she was fully naked, i was still fully clothed. i had gotten dressed before this started. i sat on her stomach and shifted my weight around. her hands scrambled for her crotch to hold herself but she couldn't reach. she crossed her legs with me on top of her and screamed I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! i leaned down close to her and began to kiss her. i told her "those are the words i was looking for." she seemed to understand, but i wasn't done yet. she began to struggle, so i knew it was nearly time to let her go. i went harder than ever and constantly checked with her to make sure she was ok. "what's wrong?" "nothing! but... i have to pee really bad." i told her that she was nearly done. i just wanted a bit more. i sat on top of her bladder again, this time putting full pressure on her. she began to say "oh no..." i knew those words but didn't believe she was peeing herself. i checked her crotch. it was drenched, but not from pee. she breathed really heavily. crossing her legs and writhing beneath me. she threw me off of her (she was quite a bit stronger than me. i couldn't do much about it.) i decided to take a break while she kept her legs crossed and her face was contorted in pain. "i have to go to the bathroom... i have to pee so bad." i simply embraced her for a bit as she sat up. i didn't want her to pee the bed, but i wasn't completely done yet. "you have to go home soon." i disheartened a bit. i didn't want to leave, especially not when i was so close. i told her she could use the bathroom. i knew i couldn't dominate her in strength, and she wasn't having it. she walked into the bathroom and tried to close the door. i kept it open. "i'm gonna watch you." "oh, is that the part you like?" even though it wasn't, i said "sure" just to see what would happen. "fuck it" she sat down on the toilet and doubled over. "i have to pee so bad, but i can't do it in front of you." "you'll do fine if you have to go so badly. if not, we can play some more." she sat there for a good bit, but i blocked the door. i was gonna watch. i noticed the sink and thought "well, it works in the cartoons." i turned the water on to a decent stream, not too powerful. "you're a dick." i stood there and let it work its magic. i heard a trickle of urine splash into the toilet. i adjusted the water to be a bit quieter, but not completely off. she flipped me the bird and said "that's all you get!" with a confident smile. "that can't be all you had." i continued to stand there, water still running. i heard a decent stream go into the toilet as she hung her head in defeat. "ok, now we're done."

Hey guys! So this is a story about a friend I have who has an incredibly small bladder, for the story's sake well call this girl Tanya. There was a group of us out getting something to eat and drink, just having a day trip. After grabbing drinks, we all decided to walk around town and take a walk by the ocean. Tanya is a really cute girl who has long hair, and an amazing body (she was also wearing really tight blue jeans.) We finally got the ocean and walked out onto this stretch of land that kind of juts out into the ocean. It was getting dark at this time but we decided to hang out at the end anyway. I started to notice she seemed a little more quiet than usual (shes a pretty shy girl), and she seemed kind of fidgety. I didn't think much of it and chalked it up to being an introvert and continued enjoying the moment. We had to have been out there for maybe an hour or so when I started to notice she was shifting her legs a lot. She seemed very focused like she was thinking or concentrating hard on something. We tried to joke around with her but only got a short laugh or a quick reply and thats when I knew she definitely had to pee. The best part is that shes very quiet about her needs and doesn't like to make people go out of the way for her convenience. We decided it was time to start walking back, at this point she was completely silent and seemed to be keeping a hand near her crotch. She also put her hair up and I could see that she started visibly sweating. About half way down I heard her ask my friend something and I heard him say he didn't know because everything was closed. She turned to me and said, "Do you know any places around with a bathroom?" I said, " Yeah there's a cafe at the end of this strip that should have one." She seemed to get a little nervous and said, "Are you sure? Because I have to go really bad." I told her I was pretty sure they did, and then she stopped walking. She asked me where it was and I said it should be straight ahead if my memory served me right. Thats when I heard the magic words, "Are you sure? I don't think I'm going to make it."She then started looking around for places to squat and pee, thats when we spotted a small dock she could duck under. She said there was no way she can make it and I said this is a bad place because sometimes security patrols around there. She said she really couldn't hold it and half sprinted to the dock. She had some trouble getting her jeans down and her button was stuck. After a minute or two she finally got it and pulled down her jeans/panties and started to pee. She went for a whole 3 minutes and was almost spotted by a passing couple. Finally she came back to us and looked like she felt a thousand times better. I wonder to this day if she had leaked at all (she has told me other stories where she has). I have a few more stories from her so ill post the rest when I can, hope you enjoyed!

Her heart raced as she she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly checked herself in the mirror, making sure everything was just right. She had spent hours stressing over what to wear. Everything she chose was either too casual or too smart or didn't match. Finally she had decided on a pair of jeans and a woollen sweater. The way she had stressed over her outfit and hair anyone would think she was going somewhere fancy but she was only going to the cinema. Once she was happy she was looking okay she grabbed her bag and headed to answer the door. As she walked down the stairs her heart raced faster as she saw the outline of the guy standing outside the door through the glass. She felt really nervous all of a sudden. She had been on first dates before and had felt nervous but usually the first date she was meeting the guy for the first time and getting to know them. This was different. This wasn't just any guy. This was Jack. The guy she had wanted since she was in school. She reached the door and composed herself before opening it. She opened the door and the moment she saw his smile her nervousness vanished. It was the same smile she had spent hours staring at and thinking about all those years ago. “hey Amy, you ready to go” “yeah...err....yeah course” she cursed herself for stumbling on her words, her mind had been reduced to a horny schoolgirls as she looked at him. She shook herself back to reality and locked the door and walked down the path after Jack. He opened the door of his car for her and she got in. As she did he told her how nice she looked and she silently screamed in happiness that all the hours of stressing has paid off. He got into the drivers seat and they set off towards the cinema. As they drove along there was an awkward silence at first which she tried to think of something to say, she couldn't handle this all night. “So how have you been” he asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. “oh good thanks, yourself” “yeah I been alright, boring week at work really”. She loved how easily the awkward silence had lifted and how easy the conversation flowed between them. She was too lost in the conversation to notice that they were driving around the city ring road rather than into the city. She made a joke about the cinema being in the other direction and he laughed and said “haha we aren't going to the Odeon, the next viewing there isn't until 10:30, however there is a viewing at the Showcase at 9:00....is that okay with you Miss Sat Nav”. She giggled and said it was perfectly okay. 15 minutes later they pulled into the car park of the Showcase cinema and found a parking space. They walked in and he said he would go and get tickets. He came back a few minutes later and handed her a ticket. She was getting excited now. They were going to see the final Hobbit film. She had seen the first two and had been looking forward to seeing the last one. When he had suggested going to the cinema and he has mentioned the new hobbit film she had almost screamed yes at him. They went upstairs and joined the queue for food counter. “what do you want Amy” “I'm just going to get a drink and some popcorn....anyway I should be asking what you want, you bought the tickets so I will buy drinks and snacks” She replied. “no you won't, I have brought you out on a date therefore I am paying”. She went to protest but he glared at her and said “Amy Stephenson.....don't you dare argue with me or you won't see the Hobbit, I will just take you home”. She giggled and put her hands up in surrender. “do you want to get a big bucket to share” he asked. She nodded in agreement. They reached the front of the queue and he ordered a big bucket of popcorn and asked what drink she would like. She asked if she could get a large lemonade. He gave the order to the girl behind the counter and she said for only 20p more both drinks could be upgraded to xtra large”. She said just a large was fine but he persauded her to go xtra large. After many “go on's” from Jack she gave in and said she would have an xtra large. He said okay and paid. He handed her Amy her drink and she was amazed at just how big xtra large was. They went into the screen and found seats. The film had been out a few weeks so it was reasonably quiet and they chose seats in the middle of the back row. They chatted as the adverts played and as was customary every time she came to the cinema she had drunk most of her drink by the time the lights went down and the trailers started. By the time the trailers finished and the film started it was mostly gone. She checked the film stats out of interest to see how long it was. She expected it to be long and wasn't shocked when she saw it was 2 and a half hours long. As time passed the lemonade she had drunk was working its way through to her bladder and she could feel it filling up. It kept on filling and she was starting to get desperate. She checked her watch. She estimated roughly 20 minutes left. She wasn't bothered she would be able to hold it no problem. Those 20 minutes passed and her bladder continued to fill and swell. By the time the movie finished and the credits started rolling she was busting for a pee. After everyone else had left they stood up and walked down the stairs. Now that she was moving her need didn't seem as bad. They walked out into the foyer and she looked at the toilets. She considered using them but Jack kept on walking and she didn't want to admit her need to him. She wasn't too bothered, she would be able to hold it till Jack dropped her home. They walked across to his car and got in. As they pulled out of the cinema car park he asked if she wanted anything to eat. She said she was fine and he said “well I'm starving, do you mind if we call at the drive thru on the way back”. She said it was fine and they drove a little down the road and pulled into Mc'donalds drive thru. She looked at the notices as they drove in and saw they were doing an aero mc flurry and asked if she could get one. He pulled up at the speaker and put his order in. He then drove round and paid and then pulled up at the collect window. A girl handed him his order and he asked Amy if she could grab it. She took it and put it on her knee as he pulled round into a parking space. He took his items leaving Amy's mc flurry and a drink. She thought it was his until she saw he already had one. She asked what it was and he said “oh I got you a drink as well....lemonade”. “oh right...thanks” she said smiling, although as she looked it her thoughts returned to her bladder. She didn't want to seem rude so she started drinking it. They chatted whilst they ate and after nicking a couple of fries she was glad she had a drink, they were so salty. She finished her drink and put her rubbish into the bag. When he finished he walked over to the bin and deposited the rubbish. He got back in the car and they set off. As they drove along she started to regret drinking the lemonade. It was filtering into her already full bladder making her really desperate to pee. She shifted in her seat and couldn't help fidgeting. He asked if she was okay and she said she was fine. She really didn't want to admit to him that she was desperate for a pee. 5 minutes passed and she was getting more and more desperate by the second. Suddenly he touched her arm and asked “Amy...are you okay, you have gone really quiet and you seem to be fidgeting about like you are uncomfortable or something”. She looked at him and sheepishly said “yeah....yeah I'm fine...I just....erm.....need to pee, all that lemonade is making itself known”. She giggled nervously and he said “oh....erm....are you going to be okay, like....how bad is it”. She couldn't believe she was talking to him about this. She said “erm....quite bad, im getting pretty desperate....but I will be okay, don't worry, we aren't that far from home”. He looked at her and nodded. She thought she saw a smile on his face but when she looked back he was just concentrating on driving. She concentrated on her bladder. It was now reaching bursting point and she felt like she was going to wet herself. She could hold it until she got home....she had to, she couldn't wet herself in front of Jack....not again. As she thought about how mortifying it would be to have an accident in front of him again her mind suddenly remembered something. The last time she had wet herself in front of him she had been embarrassed but then he had said something, something that had stuck with her. Four little words that had racked around in her mind. He had said “that was so sexy”. She had wondered what he had meant by that. Was the fact she had wet herself sexy? Was it just because it was her? Was he into seeing people do that kind of thing? All these questions had filled her head and drove her crazy. She had decided that it was just a passing comment and it was just because he was drunk and it was her. Although....she had just caught him looking at her legs which were jiggling in desperation. He kept glancing at her bouncing and wiggling. She could swear she kept him seeing him smiling slyly to himself. What if he did like seeing her like this? She suddenly had a thought. He was the one who had insisted she have an xtra large drink....he was the one who had bought her another drink at the drive thru. Was he trying to get her desperate. Her mind was swimming with questions and theories. She had to know for sure. “can you hurry up Jack, I really really do need to pee” She said this and placed her hands in her crotch. She wanted to gauge his reaction. He looked at her and replied “oh yeah, don't worry”. She tried a few more things but he really didn't seem interested and just seemed concerned for her. She moaned as a wave of desperation washed over her and she pressed into her crotch. She was now absolutely bursting and needed to pee soon. They were only 10 minutes from her house....she had to hold on, she used to everything she had to hold it back. As they got nearer she suddenly felt her knickers dampen as it began to trickle out of her pee hole. She moaned as it continued trickling out in little drips. Suddenly and without warning a leak escaped into her knickers. She gasped out and Jack looked at her. “whats up...Amy?, you ok?”. “I can't hold it much longer Jack, I don't think I can make it home, you need to stop somewhere”. She said to him in utter desperation. “erm....yeah ok erm....i was going to get petrol after I dropped you off but I can go their first, they have a bathroom there don't they?”. “I think so” she replied. They drove along and with each passing second she felt like she was about to completely lose control. She no longer cared about being dignified in front of Jack. She was bouncing and grabbing herself desperately trying to stop the leaks. They pulled into the forecourt of the petrol station and pulled up next to the pump. She got out of the car and stopped dead as she felt like she was going to lose it. She crossed her legs and held herself tight. She managed to gain control and hurried across towards the shop. She dashed inside and headed towards the back where the toilet was. With each step she took she felt little trickles dripping into her knickers. Her bladder was pushing down hard on her pee hole. She ran towards the toilet door and grabbed the handle and pushed. She collided with the door. She tried the handle rapidly urging it to open. She grabbed herself, cursing whoever was in there. Then she noticed the sign. “Between the hours of 11pm and 8am this toilet will be locked, please ask attendant for key” She moaned and turned round and headed for the counter. There was a guy stood paying for his petrol. She stood behind him and grabbed herself, pee dancing on the spot. She felt her knickers getting wetter as leaks escaped past her aching pee hole. She felt her fingers dampen and realised it must have soaked through to her jeans. They guy finished up and left. She leant on the counter and asked for the key to the bathroom. The guy looked behind the counter and said “i know its here somewhere”. “oh god please hurry, I have to pee so bad” she said, pleading with him. He handed over a small key on a chain and she took it shouting thank you as she dashed back to to the toilet. She reached the door dancing uncontrollably, urging her bladder to hold just a bit more. She fumbled with the key, her hands shaking in desperation. The key slid in and just as she turned it and unlocked the door a huge wave of desperation flooded her body causing her to lose control for a moment. Pee gushed into her knickers and ran down her legs. She grabbed herself tight stemming the flow. She dashed inside and slammed the door behind her. She fumbled with her belt as spurts shot into her knickers. She was literally wetting herself inches from the toilet. She couldn't believe it. She managed to get her jeans undone and quickly pulled them down and pulled her knickers down. The moment her knickers were out of the way her bladder let go. Pee came gushing out and she quickly moved back and sat on the toilet. A huge wave of relief washed over her as her bladder emptied in a poweful stream into the toilet. She let out a sigh and enjoyed the wonderful feeling. When she finished peeing she stood up and examined the damage. Her knickers were soaked and her jeans had wet streaks running down the legs. There was no way she could hide it from Jack. She dried them as best she could and went outside. She walked to the counter and saw Jack standing there paying for his petrol. She slid the key across the counter and the guy thanked her. She then walked outside and stood next to the car. Jack came out and looked at her and asked why she was stood out in the cold. She felt so embarrassed. She told him her jeans were a little wet and she didn't want to get in the car with them. He looked at her and said “why are they wet, what did....oh”. A look of realisation spread across his face as he understood why they were wet. He said it was okay and told her to get in. She got in and looked out of the window. She couldn't look at him. She wondered why they weren't setting off and turned round to find Jack staring at the wet streaks on her jeans. “JACK” she said suddenly bringing him back to reality. “what....yeah....sorry....erm.....right lets get you home”. They pulled out of the petrol station and set off down the road. Everytime she looked round at him he was glancing at her legs. By the time they pulled up outside her house it was driving her mad. She needed to know once and for all. “Jack?....why do you keep staring at my legs? She asked him. “I..i....i'm sorry, I can't help it” “why, what's so fascinating about my legs”. “nothing....no no....just.....erm......” “and last week after I wet myself you said “it was so sexy” what did that mean? “erm.....its just that I....well I erm......Look Amy, I like you....a lot, okay, and I don't want to weird you out and ruin this”. “how would you weird me out” she asked, thinking she now knew the answer” “the reason I said it was sexy and the reason I keep looking at your legs, some people find it weird and I don't want one of them to be you”. She felt sorry for him, he was obviously embarrassed about telling her, and if it was what she thought it was she would find him anything but weird. She placed a hand on his leg and said “Jack, I want the truth, is the reason that you find, people being desperate or people wetting themselves attractive....a turn on if you will”. He looked at her and sighed and said “okay, Yes....yes, I find it attractive, I don't know why, I just do, there is something so beautiful about a women when she needs to pee.....see I told you it was weird”. She laughed. He looked at her in shock and said “oh well thanks, thanks for being understanding”. She couldn't say anything. She just leant forward and kissed him. They kissed long and hard before breaking apart. He looked at her and said “what...why did you do that”. She smiled at him and said “oh Jack, there is something you need to know about me, something im sure you will like” To Be Continued......