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Hello! It's your soon-to-be favorite Klup with its first omorashi fiction! This is just the first part, here in the same topic will be the continuation of poor Toby's story. So follow me and/or this topic! Let me know what do you want to see in this story) Plus the more praise I get, the sooner second part will be here Luvsss English not native! Toby regretted her decision to work as a bus driver so often that she forgot that she wasn't going to be on this job forever. Almost every day was a torture for her. She liked driving, she was very calm about traffic jams, passengers haven't bothered her, she had a good salary, but... This one fucking "but" was her main problem. She had a very, very small bladder. And her bus route was one of the longest - almost an hour in one direction and another hour back. She wasn't able to stay for longer than five minutes there and she definitely wasn't able to pee somewhere but bus station back in center of the city. She tried once to ask her boss to change her route to another, shorter one, but was too embarrassed to answer why. Her breath hitched when she trembled near the toilet door at the bus stop after a two hours ride. And that happened every time. No matter how she tried to reduce her water consumption, she always wanted to pee b a d l y after her routes. The toilet was unisexual (she surprisingly rarely encountered sexism here), there were two different rooms with a lone toilet inside, which often caused a line especially in the end of the day. Thankfully, no one was here. Toby didn't have a shy bladder, but she didn't like any of her colleagues, because all of them were older than her and liked to tease her sometimes. Biting her lip, she hurriedly opened the door, squishing her thighs together, and closed the lock with trembling hands. Then she opened her fly, unbuttoned her jeans, thanks to her already unfastened belt. Seconds before sitting down always had been complete torture, she never knew, should she hold herself to stop the spasm, shooting through her body with piss into her underwear, or try and really, really fast move away all her clothes and finally release. Well, in both cases she usually had damp panties so it didn't matter. This time she doesn't hold back a little whimper of need. She really wants to moan out loud, but she can't be sure that nobody will hear her. She knows from a very painful and desperate experience that doors here are NOT soundproof and people standing outside can hear very clear the sound of someone else's stream and/or voice. She has no time to think now, especially about streams. Toby frantically puts down her pants and underwear in the same time, taking one sharp breath, and her bladder immediately reacts, her muscles tired of holding. She finally sits down on a toilet, with a little leak on the floor. Toby moans, blushing, happy that she survived another battle with natural needs. She shivered with relieve, already feeling lighter, but not enough still. She felt like she wanted to go on forever. And suddenly the door handle twiched. Toby stopped peeing, startled, her little bladder surely not empty enough. She was so relaxed and concentrated on her relief that she didn't hear someone walking here. Handle twitched again, and immediately someone knocked hurriedly. 'T-taken!' answered Toby, really nervous that this person won't leave her alone. She knew for certain that she wasn't even nesrly done, but wasn't able to pee again with someone knocking. 'Oh, c'mon, I can hear that you are done!' man behind a door sounded very desperate. Toby could hear little footsteps of potty dancing. 'Please, I need to piss, fuck!' Toby felt so bad for him, poor man almost whining with need. So she stood up, telling her bladder that she will be back on the toilet very soon, and put on her clothes as fast as possible. She opened the door and swiftly left the room. 'Haha, I told you she would be here!' Toby raised her gaze and saw her colleague, smiling at her. 'Great!' answered the desperate man and flew incide the toilet room, not even bothering to close the knob. 'Little pee baby,' teasingly said the man. Toby indeed was quite small, but in average female height. 'What do you want,' embarrassed, asked Toby. This man wasn't her boss, but she had to listen to him. 'Yeah, actually. Josh's bus broke, we need you to get on route immediately. I will tell the boss to compensate this... We already have too much complains about your route,' the man continued rambling, checking his phone and typing something on it. 'Josh should go after you, if they repair his bus in time.' That was bad. 'I had plans on this break time...' 'Sorry, we really have no other choice,' the man sounded genuine. 'The compensation is quite good, believe me.' 'Okay,' Toby exhaled, 'Right now?' 'Yeap,' man checked his watches. 'No, two minutes ago.' Toby smiled nervously to herself. She turned around, threw a long needy gaze at the toilet door frow which the sound of a strong stream still came, and realised that she was going on a wild and painful ride. She gulped and, trying to calm herself, hurried towards the buses. Bladder: 30% full.

Author's Note(s): This is my first fiction story here, so I'm quite happy to share it. The main character (Miyuki Tanuma) is heavily inspired (basically meant to be), the original character of the same name by Accio. It's not super often that I see an omo fic with a plus-sized or chubby lead and I absolutely adored the art of Accio's character so I used that as a base to work off of. I'll probably be more original with characters in my future non-fanfic works. It was one of Miyuki’s first days in college. She had been looking forward to it for weeks despite what her other friends kept claiming about college being “boring”, or “way too much work” to handle. But none of this deterred Miyuki’s spirits. She was studious but not to the point of sacrificing many things due to time when outside of school. Miyuki was admittedly overweight but not to an extreme, with a more column-like build. Sturdy in balance but soft in her features. She did sometimes feel insecure about her weight back when she was in high school, but she never let it get to her. In fact, now she was happy with her body. She was wearing a white shirt with a blue skirt alongside white socks and her favorite brown loafers. It was the tail-end of August so the Summer heat hadn’t yet subsided. The heat of this day in particular was quite bothersome for everyone on campus. Never really to the point of anyone being in much distress or in harm’s way, but enough to make everyone a little more dreary, agitated, and focused on hydration. Miyuki was no different, though she always kept hydrated regardless of temperature. Though she would usually drink more than her peers due to her being afraid of losing water through sweating. Luckily for her, the day was nearing an end. Only one lecture left, and that lecture was already about halfway done. Miyuki was a little lonesome as she hadn’t yet made a lot of friends on campus. The day was uneventful, not really boring per se but nothing of note had happened. Miyuki had been drinking quite a bit more than normal however, and had been peeing more often as a result. She always had found it awkward to have to ask to go or “sign out” of a classroom, prompting to usually put off peeing until she really needed to. But now that she was in college, those issues were behind her. No more embarrassing sign-out sheets, no more having to ask teachers for permission to use the bathroom. Miyuki could still clearly remember very close-calls in her senior year of high school when a teacher would deny permission due to time constraints, or the times where the bathrooms were locked during class transitions to prevent loitering which only served as a torture to Miyuki’s bursting bladder as she was forced to hold until she arrived at class, ask the teacher to go, sign out, wait for the bathrooms to unlock, and only then, after all of that, finally get to pee. But those days of tedium and bladder torture were behind her. Miyuki was only halfway paying attention to her professor, he was an elderly man, and while his lecturing style was surprisingly energetic and engaging for his age, she couldn’t help from being a little bored by the lecture which was simply the professor reviewing the syllabus that he had given to everyone. Miyuki simply sat up and pretended to care, nodding her head on occasion, waiting for the clock to hit 2:30, bringing her boredom to an end. She sipped on a bottle of water as she listened, not realizing that this was her second bottle of water within the hour. She had downed the first one when she arrived at the lecture hall, having walked in the sun to get to the lecture. She had just peed before this lecture began so she never thought much of it. As the class ended, Miyuki was rereading her syllabus as she finished her water bottle, but realized she was confused about something on it, so when she got up, she decided to ask the professor something. “So, Mr. Greene, on here it says this analysis essay has to be on something of ‘literary merit’ but I’m not sure what that means exactly.” “Oh, that means it should be a book that has been noted for things such as realistic characterization, standing the test of time, etc. I can talk about it more next week during my office hours if you need help, or send an email.” “Thank you professor.” “Pardon, but before you leave, I never caught your name.” “I’m Miyuki. Miyuki Tanuma. I’ll email you today or tomorrow, thank you again.” Miyuki then left the lecture hall, proud of herself, when she was around her friends she had an air of confidence, but regarding authority figures, she always seemed less confident. Perhaps this was part of why she always found it awkward to ask permission to use the bathroom and waited until she was absolutely bursting to do so. She continued walking and eventually got outside. The heat of the sun hit her immediately, causing her to turn around and head back into the building. She was eyeing a vending machine, seeing something inside. It was a generic soda, but she was never picky about branding when it came to food or drink. She happily paid the 2 dollars and plucked out a bottle. She decided to sip it on her way to the bus stop outside. Her commute was decent, about forty-five minutes to an hour, depending on the buses that day. She walked for about 5 minutes until she reached the stop. The sun was still glaring down at her in its red-hot anger. She was waiting alongside a few other people from campus who she never met. “Damn it… this heat is horrific, I can’t believe it. I already finished almost all my soda.” She mutters to herself, shaking the quickly depleting refreshment. Miyuki was slowly growing impatient. She decided to finish what was left of her soda, placing the bottle into her bag to throw away later. 5 more minutes go by and Miyuki is shifting foot to foot subtly. She doesn’t even notice her movements, but as her impatience grows, something else slowly begins to bother her. Miyuki sees a bus in the distance, as it is stopped by a red light leading up to the stop. Miyuki fumbled her wallet, digging out her card to swipe onto the bus. By the time the bus arrived, she had just finished and walked on after everyone else. Swiping her card she got lucky and found a seat. However the bus was still somewhat crowded, which would have not been good for the heat. However, the bus did have some air conditioning, making everything a lot more bearable. Miyuki began to listen to some music, tapping her feet to it, but as she settled in the cool seat, she noticed an urge to pee. She didn’t think much of it however, simply continuing to listen to the music. Eventually after a few minutes however, her urge seemed to grow from a minor nuisance to a noticeable need. She clicked off to another song, Stains of Time to be exact. She was picking intense music to try and distract herself. Though she couldn’t help but debate whether or not the music was helping distract her or making her need grow worse. She paid attention to some of the lyrics and couldn't help but feel that the song was secretly tormenting her, ‘Wash away the anger! Here I stand beneath the warm and soothing rain! The droplets falling gently down on the terrain!’ Miyuki was trying to just listen to the music to distract herself from her rapidly filling bladder, but kept noticing this hidden torment. ‘And it will come like a flood of pain! Pouring down on me!’ Only then did Miyuki realize that listening to Metal Gear Rising music would have been a decent idea if she hadn’t picked Monsoon’s theme of all things. She paused the video and just tried to calm down. She felt a little panicky now. ‘It’s okay Miyuki. You’re an adult now, just take a deep breath and just don’t worry. You’ll be home and you’ll be able to pee. You can hold it until then. It’s not even that bad.’ Miyuki was thinking to herself, while zoning out. She wasn’t fidgeting too much but her foot tapping refused to cease for the next few minutes. Miyuki was confident that she had a large bladder, one that has been trained in the past by long days of school or road trips. But upon recalling how much she drank, Miyuki began to plant the seeds of doubt. Her inner nerd began to come out more. ‘So I know I drank that soda earlier, but that would be almost nothing, what else was there…? Wait, I drank that one water bottle during class, wait. No. Two, there was the one before class. Damn, how much was that? 500ml per bottle? Then another 500-600ml from the soda… Fuck, I drank 1500ml!?’ Miyuki’s thoughts were racing and she began to sweat anxiously, realizing that she drank so much, some of which was already rushing to her bladder. She could feel almost as if it was expanding like a water balloon. Miyuki began to try and imagine something to distract herself further, she picked her phone back up from her lap, watching a video of two characters dueling, Obi-Wan Kenobi a master defense, and the other, General Grievous a cybernetic menace with four arms all poised to attack the Jedi Master. Miyuki was distracted for another few minutes until her bladder made itself known again. She began to imagine herself as similar to Obi-Wan, pushed on the defensive, and Grievous as her desperation to pee, threatening to strike from any angle, at any time. Miyuki had used daydreaming of scenarios like this in the past to distract herself when she had to pee, but this time, it felt even more visceral. Miyuki’s daydreaming of imaginary combat continued for a little while longer, but the personification of her bladder became an unhinged beast, growing and changing forms, getting stronger, and as such, harder to ignore with mere daydreams. Miyuki lost focus of her daydream from a spike in her desperation caused by a bump in the road, immediately her thighs pressed even harder together, with her hand being launched near her crotch. She wasn’t grabbing at anything however, desperately trying to maintain her dignity. Her mind was locked in a back and forth as her desperation spiraled. ‘Come on! You can’t grab yourself like this! You’re in public!’ ‘But this is really getting bad!’ ‘Unlike back when you were in school, there’s no desk to hide your hands!’ ‘I still have to wait another ten minutes to get off this bus!’ She continued to internally argue with herself until a sudden red light put an end to the argument. Miyuki felt a jolt as the bus stopped short while her eyes were closed. Taken off balance she almost felt a leak, but she did not feel any wetness. Her hands were now buried in between her skirt and her chubby legs were beginning to jiggle. She was doing everything in her power to hold it in. “Mommy! Look! She must really have to pee!” a little boy who couldn’t have been older than 7 jeered in Miyuki’s direction. Miyuki immediately froze up and turned beet red, noticing some other people had heard and were looking near her and the source of the remark. “No, don’t say things like that, it’s very rude.” The child’s mother said. “I’m so sorry, my son is being rambunctious today. Please forgive us.” Miyuki made a strained smile to try and hide her raw embarrassment “I-it's fine m-miss…” Miyuki stammered. Miyuki was trying to do her best to not let her hands be drawn to her crotch again, but her legs still jiggled, and her bladder was only getting fuller. After a mere two minutes, her hands jolted back to her crotch as another stop caught her off guard. The boy and his mother got off a stop or two later, and Miyuki caught the child staring at her while snickering to himself. Though aside from him, nobody seemed to care about her plight,as they were too busy using their phones. Miyuki’s daydream of characters in combat crawled back. Miyuki’s daydreaming self was locked in a clash trying to hold back an unstoppable force. Her bladder was like the Alduin to her Dragonborn, or the Senator Armstrong to her Raiden. Her hands were locked to her crotch and her legs just kept jiggling, beads of sweat forming on her legs and forehead. When she got closer to her stop, she immediately got up but instantly regretted her motion. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could, clenching up her muscles to prevent a leak. She hobbled off the bus, and was only a few blocks away from home now. ‘Fuck fuck fuck! This is the worst I’ve ever had to pee in my life!’ Miyuki thought to herself. Every step she took sent shockwaves through her mind and bladder. She felt the sloshing of the pent-up liquid and could not even comprehend how good it would feel to release it. She continued moving onward, trying to walk normally, but utterly failing as her gait was wobbly, and her hands were still latched onto her crotch. They were practically digging into her skirt, acting as a faulty cork to her bursting bottle of that hot pent-up pee. She had been walking for another few minutes, stopping every twenty or so steps to squeeze and clench her muscles. She was so close, only a little further from home. Her daydreams began to run wildly in her mind, as if her monstrous bladder was gaining strength and threatening to drag her down into an accident, but with every step she took, she fought back, and kept up the defense. With her hands grasping her skirt, she kept walking forward, seeing her house, she began to hobble faster, until she reached the steps. The change in altitude made her bladder feel even worse, but she made it to the door. “Shit! My keys!” Miyuki was forced to take her hands off of her crotch to dig for her keys in her bag. Her legs were moving and her whole body was jiggling, trying in vain to contain the monsoon of pee without the use of her hands as a defense. While digging around she suddenly felt a wave of desperation and shoved her hands between her legs again, and she felt a leak. The leak had formed a sizable wet spot about the size of a softball on her skirt where her hands were jammed. But Miyuki hadn’t fully noticed and refused to lose the fight just yet, she clenched her muscles as hard as possible to end the stream and she continued searching in her bag. Eventually after about twenty more seconds, she grabbed the key and with one hand jammed back between her legs, she opened the door, and waddled inside. Closing the door behind her, an even stronger wave of desperation crashed into her. Both hands were jammed in her skirt as she gyrated, throwing off her bag and hobbling to the bathroom. Thankfully she made it without any additional leaks. Miyuki saw the toilet and she felt an even stronger surge of pressure. Without even thinking she tore her dampened pink panties down, and before she could sit on the toilet, a forceful torrent of pee erupted from her. The torrent of pee colliding with the water was a stark contrast to the “droplets falling gently down” that she heard before in the music. She was in tears of pure unadulterated bliss, letting out a very soft and cute sigh. In her daydreams, the heros had finally beaten the villains. She kept going and going, her stream remaining powerful for a good fifty or so seconds before dying down to a relatively normal yet still plentiful trickle. Eventually her stream petered out. She was still in heaven, sighing again. “Ahhh fuck… so much… better.” Miyuki then got up and she inspected the damage. “Dammit. My panties got soaked. What? Does my skirt have a wet spot? I don’t think I’ve ever had a leak like that before.” Miyuki decided to shower, and reflect on what happened. In the shower, she felt almost foolish for drinking so much, and felt extremely embarrassed about the boy on the bus and how she resorted to holding herself in public like that. But a tiny part of her couldn’t help but feel mesmerized, perhaps aroused by it, the sheer bliss she felt finally getting to pee after being denied by her body and circumstances. Maybe this was also a part of why she always waited so long to ask for the bathroom in school, she may have enjoyed the desperate dance, and then the rush of relief. Come to think of it, that awkwardness and chance of denial all this time made her more aware of these feelings of bliss and controlled anxiousness or excitement. But this time, she was at her absolute limit, quite probably beyond it. Miyuki decided to pleasure herself, while recounting and reimagining to herself her experiences with her absolutely bursting bladder. She eventually finished and left the shower, feeling cleaner, but also as if something awakened inside of her. She picked up her phone and began to text a close friend of hers. ‘Yo, y’know that omorashi stuff we made jokes about? Turns out, that happened to me in real life today.’ it read. And after this, she and her friend had a long conversation, she told them what had happened to her, and thus, here the story ends.

Hi Everyone, So it's been awhile since I’ve written everything, mainly due to work, university, and just generally moving around a fair bit. Some of you may remember my long standing story (University Accidents) which gradually came to an end due to the sheer amount of effort that was needed to finish it all off - I just ran out of steam. Anyways, I’ve got a free summer ahead of me, and I’ve had these new ideas in my drafts for ages...and I thought it was time to write them up and release. This is a 5-part story is about a girl called Lucy… Chapter 1 is a little short but they do get longer in due course, this is just a brief introduction. I hope everyone enjoys *** THE GYM (PART 1) The gym was my sanctuary! It was a place where I could plug my headphones in and zone out - or zone in, depending on how you looked at it. My third, and final year of university had been tough going and extremely intense but luckily, somewhat thankfully, I had Thursdays and Fridays off; these were my gym days. It was mid-February and today was an especially cold Friday afternoon, I was glad to get out of the icy air and into the university gym complex - the large three story building had a swimming pool, a climbing wall, and courts of any racket sport thinkable. I headed quickly down the stairs to the changing rooms, dropping my bag, keys and wallet off before bounding back up, through the double-doors and into the gym. I’d been listening to the FT’s daily news briefing on my way, walking in, but it had just finished, now exposing me to the chatter of the relatively busy gym, and clanging of weights. I pulled out my phone, scanning my Spotify playlists before deciding on my running playlist - the music kicking in, blasting away in my ears. The gym was on two levels, the main area, with all the free weights and machines in, and the veranda, which had some mats and most of the cardio equipment - treadmills, bikes, cross trainers, and rowing machines. There was a row of ten treadmills at the back of the veranda; only one being occupied - nearest the wall. Of course, I had my own favourite, the fourth from the end, which I quickly stepped on, to make sure no one stole it. Next to the treadmills were the gym mats; ten or so in total, my eyes noticing nearly all were currently occupied. Dropping my water bottle, and phone off into the holder, I stepped back away from the treadmill. I moved across to one of the free mats, slowly stretching my legs, mainly my skinny calves - those were always my tightest muscles. My routine had now made sure my Friday gym session was a run; back in the day I would’ve called myself a runner - running five times a week, but now I only ran two times a week, if that, so couldn’t make the argument in my head. After a quick stretch, scanning my eyes round the gym, I jumped back on treadmill and checked the session on my phone - 1 minute at 4:30perKM, and then 1 minute at 3:30perKM for 20 minuets in total. I wasn’t going to lie, it was a tough session, especially on a treadmill, but it kept me around a 20 minute 5K - that’s how I basically measured my fitness. Despite feeling like I was running in a big yellow box thanks to the paint on the walls, the first 15 minutes of the session flew by, the music in my ears carrying me along; keeping me concentrated as my long athletic legs bounded one step in front of the other. It was as I increased the speed from 4:30 to 3:30, I could feel my stomach, and legs starting to ache a bit. You know, ever since I’d started running as a little kid, the last stretch of any race, or training session for that matter, had aways been the hardest part - I guess that was the whole point, to test your mental fortitude. The way I dealt with the pain was by focusing my mind and by picking out a point and not moving my head; and whilst on the treadmill, that was a small tree out in the car park, which the view from the veranda overlooked. The time slowly trickled by, minute 16, minute 17, minute 18, more pain distilling through my body. It was as I entered the final push for the last minute, increasing the speed once again, I was distracted by the jangling of keys. I turned my head slightly to see a girl dropping her personals in the treadmill next to me. ‘Fuck sake’, I hated being distracted, it made the last push almost unbearable; 10 seconds, 9 seconds, 8 seconds, 7 seconds…you get the idea - I completed the session. As I finished, slowing the speed of the treadmill down whilst putting my hands behind my head to recover, I turned my body again. I wasn’t one to stare in the gym at all, as I said before, it’s my sanctuary, but there was something about the way this girls hair flowed as she jogged, her little black shorts and crop top sticking to her skin; her pink running shoes delicately pushing off the treadmill belt. I stopped myself from staring any further and swung myself round and off the treadmill, water bottle in hand. I quickly wiped myself down with the paper towels provided by the gym before stretching my legs out - my sweat soaking into one of mats, disgusting. On finishing my stretches, I walked off, towards the stairs, turning just to catch one more glimpse of the brown haired girl, admiring her toned hamstrings in the distance - I was sort of jealous to be completely honest. Back alone downstairs, playlist pumping in my ears, I headed towards the small plyometrics room, located to the side of the main gym area. Thankfully, it was empty, it never seemed to get much use, but I loved that about the room, the tranquility. I always did leg lunges and calf raises after a session, assisted by the TRX bands - it just got my legs burning enough to feel like I’d done a ‘leg day'. Additionally, they were tricky, form was extremely important, and if you ever started wobbling, the key was not to fall over otherwise you’d twist your knee - yes, I’m talking from experience. After a quick chill-out period where I caught my breath and scrolled through twitter on my phone, I got into the crux of the session. Ten or so minutes later, I felt a presence behind me. “Excuse me?” The voice grew louder. “…excuse me?” I turned my head, which had been facing the yellow wall in a concentrated manner, scrambling to find my phone to turn the music down in my ears. To my complete surprise, the girl from the treadmill stood right in front of me, sweat slowly dripping down the side of her face. “Sorry…” She said politely, a hand resting on her hip, “How many sets you got left?” “Two…” I replied, coughing to clear my throat while forcing a smile, “You wanna jump in?” (Jumping in was where you did a set, and then let someone else do a set, while you took a rest, before jumping back in to another set, etc etc…) My mouth had suddenly gone dry despite the large volume of water I’d drank during my gym session - I was nervous. I felt my hands start to sweat as well; I never reacted well to people catching me off-guard, and especially not in the gym. As I stood, the TRX band still in hand, what a coincidence I thought to myself, they had two, even three pieces of every bit of gym equipment, except this (only one) - and she wanted to use it. “Sure.” She said, moving to the side as I finished off my final lunge from that set. “I’m Alex.” I said, taking one of my AirPods out and moving my eyes a little to stare at her toned figure - her abs arguably better than mine. “Lucy….” She said smiling, taking a hold of the TRX band and sliding her foot through. She did a set of 12 jumping lunges - yes, they’re harder than just single lunges, making me feel somewhat inadequate. I didn’t watch every single one but it was difficult not to look as she lunged before swinging her body forwards and driving her leg into the air, it was extremely impressive, and her form was great. I suspected that she also watched me do my sets, catching glances of my toned quads as I bent my knee before thrusting back up - despite sheepishly trying to act like she wasn’t. After finishing my last rep of my last set, I stood up, collecting my things before turning to her. “See you around…” “See you later…” she replied, flashing me a smile while moving her hair passed her ear. There was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, she was attractive, don’t get me wrong, her body was incredible, but her face wasn’t striking (I hated myself for always overthinking everything) - I think ‘sneaky fit’ was the commonly used term to describe a girl like her. To get one last glance, I quickly turned my head around, and as I did our eyes met - it was a moment for sure, and the hairs on my skin stood up. As I walked out the gym doors, I thought I’d probably never see her again - somewhat hoping that wouldn’t be the case.

Has anyone ever had a close call or wet themselves in a movie theater? I had a couple close calls. One of them was after a 3+ hour movie and a large water. I had to wait so long because the line went on forever. By the time I was the last person, I was openly holding myself, bouncing around ,hands dug into my crotch. I finally got to the urinal, and by this time I was the only one in the bathroom. I don’t know about you guys, but when I’m super desperate I basically forget how to do anything. I fumbled with the zipper as it started to come out. By the time I managed to slip it through, I had a softball sized wet spot on my jeans.

(With WarioWare:Get it together coming out soon and having a demo now,i wanted to make a story starring a Warioware character. Plus there has been a few toilet related microgames throughout the series.) "Alright mom! I'm off!" 9-Volt yelled as he hopped on his skateboard and zoomed away from his house. His mother waved at him with a smile and then went back inside the house while taking a sip from her morning tea. 9-Volts mother (Otherwise known as 5-Volt) was now alone in her house doing her usual morning routine. "Hmm...Maybe i'll do some bodybuilding today..." 5-Volt thought as she entered the kitchen. She placed the now empty cup of tea in the sink and went to check the fridge. Upon opening it,she noticed how little food there was in it. She then checked the cabinets and they too were missing a few things. "Looks like i'm gonna have to do some shopping..." 5-Volt said. She went to the door and grabbed her keys. The mother then entered her car and drove off in the direction of the shops. The drive was pretty calm up until she heard a car horn. She stopped the car and noticed the long line of cars in front of her. 5-Volt let out a sigh and leaned into her seat,waiting for the other cars to get a move on. Several minutes had passed and she had only driven a short distance away from where she was first. To make matters worse,she begin feeling a familiar pang in her body. "Hmm...forgot to use the bathroom..." 5-Volt said to herself. It seemed like the tea she drank had gone through her quicker than she had expected. She looked around and there were still cars in front of her. 5-Volt still smiled. "I'll just go when i arrive at the shops." She said to herself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "My...Finally..." 5-Volt said as she drove at a faster pace. Now that there was no longer a traffic jam,she was able to continue driving at her usual speed. With no other car lines in sight,it didn't take much longer for her to arrive at the shopping district. She stepped out of her car and grabbed her bags. 5-Volt began humming while making her way to the supermarket. She grabbed a shopping cart and began looking for all the food she'd need. "Let's see here...First we need steak." She said as she looked at the top of the list. She went at the Meat section and grabbed the amount of steak she needed. She continued making her way through the market. However,every once in a while she began feeling the same pressure in her body,only a bit stronger. But she shrugged it off. "I can take care of it later. Getting food is more important." She said to herself as she put another item in her car. She continued going through the store until she got every item on her list. Once that was done,she went to the check out while humming. However,her mood turned slightly sour when she noticed yet another line. This time of people instead of cars. She pouted and looked around. There were no other registers open,so she had no choice but to wait. And now that she was standing still,her bladder began signalling her once again. 5-Volt tapped her feet and waited for her turn. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "That'll be 60 coins,please." The cashier said. 5-Volt dug through her purse and gave the cashier the coins. She stood there,still tapping her feet while waiting for the cashier to give her the change. "Here you go ma'am!" "Thank you." 5-Volt replied and put the coins back in her bag. She began putting all her food in a few bags. And with barely any effort,she carried them out of the store. "Heh! That work out routine has really paid off!" 5-Volt said to herself as she began making her way back to the car to put the bags in. After putting the bags in,she entered the car and then thought of something. "Maybe i should get some new clothes for 9-Volt." She said to herself. She had noticed that a lot of his clothes had become to small for him,so a trip to the clothes store seemed like a good idea while she was here. She started her car up and began driving towards the clothes store. But thanks to another jolt going through her body,she remembered her need to pee. She exhaled and tried to ignore the pressure once again. "I'll use a toilet after i'm done with this." She thought. ————————————————————————--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5-Volt entered the clothes store and looked around for something her son would like. Both she and her son loved one thing more than anything else: video games. So she began looking for shirts with video game characters on them. However,all she saw were plain shirts. 5-Volt crossed her legs and looked kept looking around. She remembered there being a section with video game-themed,but her thoughts kept being interrupted by her bladder urging her to relieve herself. "Are you looking for something,ma'am?" A voice said. 5-Volt turned around and saw a familiar face: Mona. A girl that had so many jobs,seeing her work here wasn't that much of a surprise. "Oh. Hi,Mona! I'm looking for shirts for 9-volt." 5-Volt replied. "Ah! Okay! We got those! Please,follow me!" Mona said while beckoning. 5-Volt followed her. But with every step she took,she felt a twinge in her body. "Here you go,Mrs. Volt. I'm sure your son will love these!" Mona said as she pointed at the collection. 5-volt thanked Mona. But before Mona left to continue her work,5-Volt made sure to ask her something. "Uhh...Are there any restrooms in this store?" "Oh,yeah. But uhh...Unfortunately,They're for employees only." Mona replied. "Can't you make an exception? I need to go pretty badly right now." 5-Volt said. Rubbing her legs together tighter in an attempt to prove her point. "I'm sorry. But i don't want Joe to get mad at me for breaking the rules." Mona said. 5-Volt sighed and thanked her for her help regardless. At least she had found where the clothes were located. Now all she had to do was pick a few and then return home. ————————————————————---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5-volt entered her car and took a moment to place her hands between her legs. "Just a bit more. All i have to do is drive home and then i'll be able to...." 5-volt said. Stopping mid-sentence when she remembered something. "Mom! Look! I got an A for today's test!" 9-volts voice said. "Congratulations! I'm proud of you sweetie!" 5-volt replied while clapping. She then hugged her son. "So umm....remember the promise you made?" 9-volt asked. 5-volt chuckled and patted her son. "I'll buy you that game as promised..." 5-volt replied. "Whoooo! Yeah! Thank you mom!" 9-volt said. 5-volts eyes widened after remembering those words. Her bladder was protesting,but she was already shopping. "One more trip." She said to herself. —————————————————————---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thankfully,The ride to the game store didn't take very long. And all she had to do was find the game,buy it and then head home. Easy right? 5-volt made her way through the small gaming store. The store was a little crowded,so she bumped into a few customers while looking for the game. Eventually,she found the game she was looking. "Oh,thank the Power Stars! Alright,time to go!" 5-volt said. She made her way to the register and then groaned. There was a line yet again. Granted,it was way shorter than the one at the supermarket,but it still meant her trip home would be delayed a little. She placed her purse in front of her and crossed her legs while shaking her body to try and ease the pressure. "C'mon. Hurry up!" 5-volt said,feeling more impatient than usual thanks to her bladder. She almost yelled that sentence,but she was well aware of how scary she could be when angry and she didn't want to give everyone in the store a heart attack. So she ultimately stayed quiet and waited for her turn. ————————————————————————----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ah! Finally! I need to go so badly!" 5-volt said as she began to start up her car. She tried driving as fast as she could without breaking the speed limit. Her bladder was begging for release now and the last thing she needed now was to he pulled over. She crossed her legs while sitting and she was sweating and gritting her teeth. And her frustration only increased when she saw a few cars up ahead stopping for a traffic light. She whined and jammed both of her hands between her legs. She looked around to try and take her mind of off her bladder,but nothing was working. "C'mon! Please hurry! I need to go!" 5-volt said. Suddenly,she heard a car beeping. The sudden noise startled her and nearly made her released all that urine. She turned around and saw the car behind her angrily pressing the car horn. She looked at the stoplight and her face beamed as she saw the green light. She immediately speed of then then slowed down to comply with the speed limits. "C'mon! Just a few more minutes!" 5-volt said. ————————————————————----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The car came to a screeching halt and 5 volt quickly stepped out of the car. She was about to grab all the stuff in the car,but she stiffened up when she felt another jolt going through body. "I gotta pee! Gotta pee! Gotta pee!" She said to herself. All the groceries could wait. Right now she had to relieve herself. Speed up! Stage 1 Open the door! She bolted towards the door while holding both hands between her legs. 3 She began digging through the her purse for the keys. 2 "C'mon! Where is it! Where is it?!" She said as she hastily dug through it. 1 She pulled her hand out of the purse and saw the key. She hastily unlocked the door and entered the house. Excellent! Stage 2 Relieve yourself! She ran to the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind her. 3 She turned around and had a look of joy upon looking at the toilet behind her. 2 The sight of it however,made her bladder ache even more. So she quickly walked to it and hastily took of her apron. She them yanked down her pants and then her panties. 1 She turned around and plopped down on the toilet. 5-Volt was no longer able to hold it and let out a torrent of pee into the toilet bowl. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!" 5-volt sighed. Her face flushed red as she leaned her body forward. Her stream continued cascading down the toilet,filling the bathroom with the sounds of splattering water. And along side those noises were a few sighs of relief that she couldn't hold back. "Oh. Thank the stars i made it. I was on the verge of having an accident." She said to herself. However,the feeling of relief soon came to an end. Her stream weakened and then completely stopped. 5-Volt reached for the roll of toilet paper and used a few squares to wipe herself. Once she was clean,she dropped the paper in the toilet and got up. After pulling up her pants and panties,she flushed the toilet and washed her hands. "Ah...that felt so great. Hmm...Maybe i'll try testing my limits a bit more often." She said to herself. "Ehh..Maybe. Right now,i have to take everything out of the car." She said as she exited the bathroom with a smile.

View File SL-522 SL-522 - Group of office ladies enduring the urge to piss during the meeting and fighting for their turn to pee in the toilet. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/09/2022 Category JAV Collections  

Does anyone have any real sightings or stories theyve seen of people being really depserate in line and having to wait it out? Or trying to find somewhere else to pee because they can't wait that long.

Kotoko Iwanaga’s Desperate Walk This is my first fetish fanfiction in years, so please don't be too harsh if you have some criticism. I will accept criticism if you have it though. Kotoko is 19 years old for the record, I know she looks young, but she is a college student. Also, In/Spectre is a great anime that I highly recommend. Any who, enjoy this fanfiction. 19-year-old Kotoko Iwanaga was walking away from a mountain just after finishing solving an argument between two Yokai who were arguing about which one of them owned the top of the mountain. As the Goddess of Wisdom for the Yokai of Japan, it was no surprise that she would be called on to solve problems of all kinds, even petty ones like this. Kotoko took a break from walking to squeeze her thighs together, sighing in annoyance before continuing to walk away, heading to a street that led to a nearby town. The main problem with this request was beginning to show; Kotoko spent 90% of her time on the mountain listening to two Yokai argue like school children and spent her time listening to them while drinking tea. And all that tea was looking for a way out. Kotoko continued walking up the sidewalk, with her cane tapping on the pavement in sync with her walking. Kotoko started breathing a little heavier as despite her stoic face, her bladder was beginning to pulse a little more and it was getting uncomfortable. Kotoko’s walk led her to a park, and from the open gates of the park, Kotoko saw a public bathroom close to the gates. Kotoko smiled to herself as she turned and walked into the park, shivering as she noticed a fountain right across the bathroom. “Talk about interesting placement,” Kotoko mumbled to herself before walking over to the bathroom. Kotoko was sure that relief was in sight, but when she got to the door to the Women’s bathroom, she groaned in annoyance as she noticed an ‘Out of Order’ sign on the bathroom door. Kotoko briefly considered going into the Men’s room, but quickly shook her head, and walked back towards the entrance, with Kotoko’s bladder slightly spasming again when she heard the fountain despite her best efforts to ignore it. “It’s not a big deal, I’m in town, and they’re probably plenty of bathrooms,” Kotoko told herself as she turned back on the sidewalk. Kotoko, however, didn’t take into account the fact that it was past 11 PM, and most public places were closed right now. After another ten minutes of walking, Kotoko’s breathing was getting heavier as she tried everything in her power to not hold herself in public. However, Kotoko noticed that a small store was open while walking, and quickly turned into the store and headed to the cashier. “Excuse me, may I use your restroom?” Kotoko asked, getting to the point while rubbing her thighs together as another rough spasm rocked her body. “You can, but you have to buy something first,” the cashier explained, pointing to a sign that said ‘Restroom for Paying Customers Only’. Kotoko looked at the counter to see something she could buy. Coming from a rich family, the price wasn’t really a problem, but she just wanted to buy something and get to the toilet. Luckily, Kotoko noticed a cute pink and purple little Bunny Ball, which she had been collecting since she was a little girl. “Oh! I don’t have this Bunny Ball. I’ll take this,” Kotoko explained with a smile on her face, briefly forgetting about her bulging bladder. The cashier nodded and scanned the Bunny Ball before handing it back to her. “OK, that’ll be one dollar,” the cashier said before Kotoko pulled out her purse and gave the man a dollar bill. Once she got the Bunny Ball and put it in her pocket, the cashier pointed to a door with a few people standing in front of it. “There’s the bathroom,” the cashier said before Kotoko nodded in thanks before walking over and getting in the back of the small line that had formed in front of the bathroom. ‘OK, three people, that’s not bad. I can hold it that long,’ Kotoko said in her mind as she continued rubbing her thighs together while she waited for the line to go down. Fifteen Minutes Later… ‘This is harder than I thought,’ Kotoko thought to herself again as, along with pressing her thighs together, she had begun shaking and sweating. Her fists were also balled up with as much force as she could muster to try and take some of the pressure off of her bladder. There was still one person in front of Kotoko, and the other person had been on the toilet for almost ten minutes. Kotoko tried looking around the store, hoping something would catch her eye enough to distract her from the pressing need, but so far, nothing was working. ‘Come on! Hurry up! I’m going to go all over my spring outfit!’ Kotoko exclaimed in her mind while glaring at the bathroom door. In a perfect example of good timing, the toilet in the bathroom flushed, causing Kotoko’s bladder to release a wave. Kotoko moaned quietly as the woman in front of her went into the bathroom, and as Kotoko was in the middle of praying for the woman in front of her to hurry up, she got a phone call. Kotoko grumbled in annoyance as she grabbed her cell phone, planning on just ignoring the call, but when she saw that her boyfriend, Kuro Sakuragawa was calling, she took a deep breath and responded. “Hello? Oh, hello Kuro-Senpai…Yeah, I’m fine, I got those Yokai to get along…I’m on my way home…Huh? Oh, I’m fine, it’s just a little chilly outside.” As Kotoko conversed with her boyfriend while continuing to stem the contents of her bladder, another woman had just finished purchasing a few items and walked towards the bathroom. The woman inside the bathroom also had flushed and was in the process of washing her hands as Kotoko tried to end the conversation as quickly but also as politely as possible. “OK Kuro, I’ll be sure to be safe…I have to get back to walking,” Kotoko continued as the bathroom became free, and the woman, noticing that Kotoko was on the phone, walked in front of the bathroom door. Kotoko then exchanged goodbyes with Kuro before hanging up the phone, and she looked shocked at the woman in front of her, who had opened the bathroom door. “Hey! I was in line first, why’re you cutting in front of me!?” “You were on the phone, that’s not my fault,” the woman said before going into the bathroom. “Hey! I’m about to pee myself if you get back in line like you’re supposed to!” “Well I’m about to shit myself, so I think my predicament is a little more serious than yours!” the woman called out as she started unleashing some diarrhea into the toilet. Kotoko growled and looked as though she was going to continue the argument, but started making her way out of the store, thanking the cashier on the way out for the Bunny Ball. At this point, the pressure on Kotoko’s bladder was too much and she started pressing her hand in between her thighs. “Shit…I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last,” Kotoko whispered to herself as she walked back onto the sidewalk. While walking, Kotoko looked around her, trying to find any place that could possibly have a bathroom. Most of the buildings that Kotoko saw were closed, so she looked at an alleyway, thinking of just dropping her panties and peeing there. However, while she was thinking about it, Kotoko noticed a couple of lights coming from the apartment next to the alleyway, decided that it wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught with her panties down, and walked off. “Fuck…,” Kotoko moaned as she was hit with another wave, pressing her hand even harder between her thighs. After another five minutes of walking, Kotoko noticed an apartment building that looked familiar to her. After a minute of thinking, Kotoko recognized this apartment as the home of Kuro’s ex-girlfriend, Saki Yumihara. Kotoko moaned as she felt pee almost leak out of her, and she decided to walk to Saki’s apartment room. Climbing up the stairs with a full bladder was hard, and she almost leaked a couple of times, but she made it to Saki’s floor. Kotoko steadied herself to the best of her abilities before walking over to Saki’s door and knocking on the door. Less than a moment later, Saki opened the door, looking confused at the Goddess of Wisdom in front of her. “Kotoko?” “Uh…hi Saki. What've you been up to lately?” “Well, not much, but what’re you doing here?” “I’m just going to level with you, I have to pee. Can I use your bathroom?” Kotoko asked as quickly as she possibly could while pushing her hands as hard as she could between her legs as the force of this wave going through her bladder was enough to bend her 90 degrees. “Is it an emergency?” “I literally have an ocean in my bladder right now! So yeah, I’d say it’s an emergency!” Kotoko yelled, her patience running seriously thin as she felt as though she was gonna spray like a fire hydrant. Saki chuckled a little at Kotoko’s outburst and the way she was hopping on her one good leg and decided to have a little fun with Kotoko before letting her in. “I don’t know, that doesn’t seem like how you ask someone to use their bathroom, now does it?” Saki asked leaning against the doorframe. Kotoko started whining as she shook her head at practical hypersonic speed. “I’m sorry. Please, let me use your bathroom, I really can’t hold it much longer!” Kotoko apologized, bending over again as she tried her best to keep the tidal wave at bay. Saki laughed before walking out of the doorframe, much to Kotoko’s relief, even if it wasn’t close to the relief she wanted to feel. “OK, I was just messing around. Just go down the hall, and it’s the second door to your right,” Saki explained, pointing at the bathroom door. Kotoko nodded in thanks as she walked inside Saki’s apartment, her vision completely focused on the bathroom. After what felt like an eternity, Kotoko finally made it to the bathroom, opened the door, and she practically pissed herself at the sight of the toilet. “Ah! No…no!” Kotoko exclaimed as she stopped the flow of pee, locked the door behind her, turned on the bathroom fan, and quickly started fumbling with her dress. After a moment of practically jumping up and down despite her prosthetic leg, she was finally able to keep her dress up, took her panties down, and ran over to the toilet. After taking several deep breaths, Kotoko fell on the toilet, her ass firmly planting itself onto the toilet seat. Kotoko took one more breath before she finally unleashed her torrent. As her stream hit the still waters of the toilet bowl, Kotoko couldn’t help but release a loud sigh of relief that almost rivaled the noise coming from the fan. “Ahhhhhhh…Oh yeah…sweet relief…,” Kotoko moaned in pleasure as she released more and more urine into the toilet. Kotoko’s urine was as clear as the water in the toilet, and it just kept coming. Kotoko’s brain was temporarily out of commission as she finally got the relief that she had been waiting for what felt like hours. In actuality, Kotoko had been on Saki’s toilet for a couple of minutes, her stream not tapering down in the slightest. “Mmmm…this feels so good,” Kotoko mumbled as she basked in the feeling of her bladder finally being emptied. After another minute of blissful peeing, her stream finally trickled down. “Ahhhh…,” Kotoko moaned in relief before letting out a quick fart. Kotoko looked surprised as she let out another quick fart, causing her to sigh and look around as she had finally stopped peeing. Kotoko realized she must’ve been so focused on her bladder that she ignored her body telling her that she had to take a dump too. “Well…since I’m here, I might as well,” Kotoko mumbled to herself before pushing. Once Kotoko started pushing, she immediately pushed out two small logs of shit that plunked harmlessly into the toilet. Kotoko let out an involuntary sigh as she pushed a third log that was slightly thicker and longer than the previous two. Kotoko, starting to get annoyed that the log wasn’t stopping, pushed even harder, to the point where her teeth were grinding and her face was turning red. “Come…on! Why…won’t…you…get out!” Kotoko complained before after another minute of pushing, the third turd finally fell out of her ass and into the toilet, causing some splashback to come onto her ass. Kotoko almost jumped before one final turd shot out of her, and after pushing one last time, Kotoko smiled when she finally realized that she was empty. Kotoko sighed in relief before grabbing some toilet paper and wiping her ass and front with the paper. While she was wiping, Kotoko looked down at her panties to see if there was any damage, and to her chagrin, there was a small spot of pee in the center of her panties. “Ugh. Well, at least that’s all it was,” Kotoko mumbled to herself as she finally finished wiping. Kotoko got back to her feet, pulled her panties back up, and flushed the toilet. Kotoko then put her dress back in place, walked over to the sink, and washed her hands, trying to keep thoughts of what would’ve happened if Kotoko didn’t make it to the toilet. After she was done washing her hands, Kotoko washed her face to clean the sweat off of her face before drying herself with a towel, grabbing her cane, turning off the fan, and leaving the bathroom. “Ahhhh…much better. Thank you Saki, I really appreciate this,” Kotoko said as she walked to the front door while Saki was watching a movie on her TV. “Don’t mention it, it’s nothing really.” “It wasn’t nothing. If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve flooded my panties in front of everyone,” Kotoko explained causing Saki to chuckle. “Well, in any sense, I hope you have a good walk back home, and tell Kuro I said hi.” Normally, Kotoko would be mad at Saki for talking about her ex like that, since Kotoko was now dating him and wanted her to be the only woman to have his eye. But, Saki did save Kotoko from making a giant mess in her panties and dress, so she couldn’t be too mad. “No problem. See you around, Saki,” Kotoko said before leaving the apartment. As she walked down the stairs, Kotoko took the Bunny Ball out of her pocket, finally being in the right frame of mind to mark out about the fact she got the rare purple and pink Bunny Ball that she had been looking for since she was 10.

Share videos of people just making it to the toilet, or those who couldn't make it. Genders other than female are allowed too, just make sure to note what gender(s) are involved in the video you share. I'll start. Here's a video of a girl who barely made it. Her jeans zipper is stuck and she has a very frantic pee dance. She wets herself a bit before being able to pull down her jeans. Really hot! KiaKiiss Barely Made It.mp4

View File EE-582 EE-582 - Bladder rupture, school girls' limit patience pee - Exercise clothes Desperate schoolgirls just barely make it in time There is a scat waring on file EE-582-05 at 5:08 - 10:15 Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 04/17/2022 Category JAV Collections  

Lola Kelly had flowing, curly rust colored hair with pale skin and freckles. She had on a tight white one piece, which created a camel toe effect on her crotch and shows off her boobs as she was bra less. She was steadily drinking a glass of coke when her boyfriend knocked on the door. … She was on the road with her boyfriend as her bladder rapidly filled with urine. It had been all that coke. Suddenly her boyfriend pulled into a service station. He shifted around and said to her ”Ima go to the bathroom” She could see an almost imperceptible wet patch glistening on his pants She was still to embarrassed to admit she needed to pre even though she needed to go even worse than he did. He nipped into the mens bathroom fast but to his disappointment he encountered a small line. He crossed his legs and shifted about as the lines freed up (there about 3 people in front of him). He hurriedly pulled down his pants and whipped out his dick and started peeing freely. He found a small wet patch on his pants that was fortunately not very visible. He washed his hands and left, slightly embarrassed. Meanwhile Lola saw him come out and she left the station with him as the ladies line had failed to profresses forward. She sat down in the seat and squirmed discreetly … Her bladder was going to burst. “Can you possibly pull over and let me pee? I can’t hold it!” She was holding herself and squirming. ”You can’t pee in public!”

View File EE-569 EE-569 - Pee just in time after school girls career consultation. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/20/2022 Category JAV Collections  

The girl at my cousin's party A deferred 21st. That what my cousin Isla called it. Her real 21st had been cancelled due to Covid and she consoled herself by promising it was ‘postponed not cancelled.’ We all smiled and agreed at the time not wanting to knock her coping strategy, but now a year later it’s the day she’s been building up to for 12 full months and I feel somehow obliged to attend. I’m not antisocial really, just maybe a little socially awkward. Or maybe just shy. I’m ok if I know the people but this has become the event of the year to Isla and she’s been rather exuberant in handing out invites. I genuinely have no idea how many there will be in her house tonight between family, work colleagues and friends. I’ll show face and leave after a few hours. By then she’ll probably be tipsy enough to not even know who is there and who isn’t. That’s my hope anyway. It’s not like I’m expecting it to be the night my life changes. That’s the sort of thing that only happens to other people, not me. By the time I arrive, on my own and on foot, there’s already plenty noise and laughter coming from the semidetached old Victorian house that my aunt bought when my uncle passed away. I knock and am let in by my exited and very young looking cousin wearing denim shorts with tights underneath and a tight top. I can see why she’s the life and soul of the party, though I worry that all the attention on her isn’t just because it’s her birthday. I’m quickly handed a glass of something which looks vaguely drinkable and my younger cousin ushers me through towards the large rear garden where a BBQ has clearly been set up and there’s people sitting in plastic chairs and standing around talking pretty much everywhere. I scan for an empty seat and sit down at the edge of a group of people laughing, hoping I haven’t accidentally taken someone’s seat. Looking around I sip at the drink in my hand wondering if my dear aunt has any idea just how many people her daughter has invited. She probably has and as usual I’m just stressing about something unnecessarily. A woman sits beside me and as she talks I suddenly turn to her wondering if she’s talking to me or someone else. Her smile is cute and her long brown hair, all clipped up in some sort of bulldog type clip thing with little strands trailing onto her pretty face, is actually rather eye catching making me want to gently move the strands away so I can see her full face clearer. “She chose a good day for it didn’t she?” “Isla? I don’t think she had much say in when she was born but I’m sure she’s delighted it was early summer. She hated it when she was younger mind you. Her friends were always on holiday then but I think she’s more than made up for the lack of parties at 9 and 10 judging by the amount here today. Popular girl for sure.” “Oh…you her brother or something?” “Older cousin.” I hold my hand out instinctively to introduce myself. “Riley Smallwood.” She shakes my hand, smiling, and I look at her sweet pink cheeks hoping my first words to her haven’t put her off me already. She’s probably got a boyfriend who is about to turn around and growl at me right away to warn me off. At least I can see there’s no ring on her fingers. That’s a definite good sign at least. “Rosie Lynch. I went to school with Isla. Probably one of those annoying friends who went on holiday early summer and missed her birthday when she was 9 or 10. You reckon she’s forgiven me now since I’m here tonight?” I blush. “I expect so.” I can’t help laughing a little as Rosie smiles cheekily right at me as if she knows she’s just scored some sort of imaginary social point against me. She’s cute so I’ll let her off. Someone distracts her and before I know it she’s standing up again laughing and chatting with other people I don’t know and I look around quietly again at the mature garden and the rear of the house wondering how much inheritance my uncle actually left. I had no idea he actually had so much wealth! The party carries on with an abundance of food and plenty music and drink, and as the evening progresses I notice the garden getting less busy and the numbers slowly thinning. I’d really like to bump into Rosie again but I don’t want to look like I’m too keen, even though I actually am. Those hazel eyes of hers and those cute strands of hair got me and I’d love to see if we connect more. I’m standing in my cousin’s vast kitchen nibbling on party food and pouring myself a soft drink to balance whatever alcohol I’ve been sipping for the last hour or so when I see her again. It’s that clip in her hair I notice from behind first, but then my eyes drift down to her neck and her back and my mind races ahead of me. She’s wearing one of those female jump suit things with trousers and a top combined and the zip up her back immediately makes me think of two rather naughty things: how easy would it be to unzip that and see beneath it, and even naughtier still: how on earth can she possibly unzip herself to use the loo if she needs it? The black material seems snug against her back and I’m suddenly glad to be standing against a kitchen island to hide my growing excitement. I wasn’t going to stay this long but suddenly this party has got much more interesting. As I hear some more people leaving Isla comes into the kitchen announcing she’s going to start the karaoke up. I wouldn’t normally be that bothered by such a development but as I watch Rosie heading into the main room I decide to go on through too. I catch her looking over at me as I stand against a wall gazing at her. I know I shouldn’t but now that I can see the front of her jump suit I like her even more! It hangs loose on her shoulders as if gravity ceases to exist on her body and shows off her curves in every way possible, making me sweat a little just thinking of how she got it on and how she might get it off again. I still can’t shake the thought of how she might go to the toilet but I can’t even entertain that for fear of anyone seeing the reaction it has on me. More drinks are distributed and glasses topped up. I accept some more wine and notice Rosie is drinking away between snatching glimpses of me and singing along to whatever is being played. There’s definitely a spark of something between us…at least I hope there is. Another thing I notice too, and I hope I’m not imagining it, is the way she’s sitting on the end of the couch. She’s sitting turned to the side, her back straight and one leg slightly over the other. It’s not really that relaxed looking and my mind is racing at just the very thought that all that wine, and whatever else she might have drunk in the last few hours, might be sitting in her bladder right now hinting at her rather a lot that she should go empty it’s contents soon. I’m probably imagining that though, as wonderful and sexy as it is. I need to calm myself before she notices my growing bulge in my jeans! I could probably predict some of the first songs that get sung with Isla starting us off with Whitney Houston and “I want to dance with somebody”. Like the song she has no shortage of willing men keen to dance with her! I watch Rosie singing along and swaying on the couch, keeping those gorgeous legs of hers crossed the whole time. There’s a bit of a clamber for some more songs and after some Kylie Minogue and some Queen I notice that Rosie is definitely looking either tipsy of fidgety, or maybe both. She’s also looking at me a bit more, at least I hope she is. I edge a little closer as a few more people get up and dance. When Rosie shifts around looking nervous I watch as she gets off the couch and I, trying not to look too obvious, follow her. She pauses in the big hallway and appears to look upstairs before changing her mind and heading to the kitchen. I head behind her, quickly finishing my drink so at least I have an excuse to be in the kitchen too. As her feet move from the thick hall carpet to the luxuriously tiled kitchen I tingle with excitement at the noise of her strapped black sandals on the floor. She heads straight for the fridge and I catch her eye as she notices me enter the otherwise empty room. I’m glad when she speaks first, my own throat feeling like it’s suddenly a sandy desert in the blazing summer heat. “Do you think they’ll mind me taking one of these?” She’s holding a cold bottle of water which makes me almost laugh. I thought she was maybe helping herself to caviar or goats cheese or something else highly expensive, not a measly bottle of water. “I reckon they won’t miss that.” She closes the door of the fridge as the noise of those heeled strappy sandals on the tiles send shivers down my spine. She’s antsy and moving loads from foot to foot. I can’t tell if she’s nervous or tipsy or…something else that I daren’t even think about. I notice she’s struggling to get the bottle open as I put my hand out to offer to help. She hands me the bottle, our fingers touching for a second, and looks right into my eyes. There’s definitely a spark. It’s not just me! “You needing a break from the alcohol then?” “Mmm. I’d like to remember tonight and not wake up tomorrow in the loo.” Just the mere thought of Rosie in the loo is making my head spin but I nod like a little puppy knowing she means having a handover but unable to think of anything other than her sitting on the loo peeing, which instantly makes me very hard! Realising I have suddenly went very rosy cheeked I blurt out my inner thoughts before I realise I’ve done it. “Waking up hungover in that gorgeous jump suit you’re wearing would be a nightmare I imagine. I’ve actually been wondering, please excuse my ignorance, but how do you…how do you…get that on yourself what with…what with it zipping up the back?” Thank goodness for the excuse of having had some alcohol but even so I’m still embarrassed by my own words in front of this beautiful girl. At least I never mentioned peeing! Thankfully Rosy laughs as she dances around again right in front of me. “I got my sister to zip it up for me. It’s so comfy though, but a right pain to get on and off especially when…” It’s her turn to blush now as she steps closer to me holding my shoulder to steady herself as she lifts one leg up behind her. She puts her mouth closer to my ear as I feel my back sweating and my heart pounding… “…I’ve had a lot to drink..” I gulp. She hasn’t exactly said she needs to pee but I think that’s what she means. Fuck I want to kiss her so badly! Instead I pull her closer and hold her with one arm around her waist. Just touching her is so warm and wonderful and making me yearn for much more. “I take it your sister isn’t here to help right now?” She shakes her head, giggling, then pulls me by the hand next door to where everyone else is. I prefer being alone with her but her holding my hand is so bloody wonderful I’d go to anywhere right now that she took me as long as she kept hold of my hand! Back in the lounge the singing and dancing has really taken off and Rosie gets up to dance to someone singing The Clash “Should I stay or should I go?”. It might all be in my mind but she’s mouthing the words to me and dancing very flirtatiously and very definitely like she really has to pee too. If I didn’t know better I would be mistaken for thinking the words for her are actually very pertinent and her eyes hint the same. Is she actually asking me, via the song and her dancing right in front of me, wether she should go to the toilet or stay with me? The repetitive chorus at the end as she mouths right in my eye line, “Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble, and if I stay it will be double, so you’ve got to let me know, should I stay or should I go?” is driving me fucking crazy with wanting her. She ends by coming right up to me bending forwards with begging eyes and a hand on her thigh as I bend slightly down, kiss her cheek lightly and whisper to her just one word…”Stay.” She smiles at me and I can’t help but reach out and pull her towards me as I kiss her gently on the lips, nothing too intensive or deep, just a way of showing her that I want her and like her. She doesn’t object and turns to face the karaoke again allowing me to hold her from behind gently. I look around checking no-one appears to be objecting as the next singer takes the microphone and set up their song. I recognise the song right away and almost want to laugh. It’s couldn’t be more perfect right now and ABBA’s Waterloo will surely get everyone singing so loud they won’t even notice what’s going on with me behind the beautiful girl in my arms who is already squirming and dancing even before the song even starts properly. The singer begins slowly, at first hitting more than one bum note, but by the first chorus Rosie is really getting into it as she turns in my arms to face me and we dance together with my arms now around her neck. She’s looking at me with twinkling eyes and I can tell she’s tipsy but still aware and by the second chorus our heads are closer together and I hear her singing the words to me with her own very sexy twist… “Need the loo, wouldn’t escape if I wanted to, need the loo, knowing my fate is to be with you, na na na na need the loo, finally saying I need the loo.” Fuck fuck fuck! Has she any fucking idea what she’s doing to me? As the song finally goes quiet I know I can’t let her go, partly because I adore what she’s doing to me and secondly because the second she moves it will be bloody obvious that I’m rock hard and gagging for it! I need privacy urgently so I take Rosie by the hand and we head out into the hall before the next song starts. Away from the crowd she’s even more adorable as she pee dances more openly and even slips a hand between her legs. Even after a few drinks I won’t ever do anything without consent so I lean down towards her face and quietly pull her into a hug so I can ask her what I’ve been dying to ask all night long. “Would you like a hand to unzip your jump suit so you can go to the bathroom Rosie?” She’s still squirming badly even as I hug her. “Yes please! I’ve been bursting for absolutely ages! I’m so desperate! Please!” She looks up the staircase longingly, probably assuming that’s where the bathroom is. There is one up there, more than one in fact, but there’s one much closer right behind the kitchen too so I take her hand and lead her down the hall and through the kitchen then slide a door to a pantry that has a bathroom just beyond. It’s not one Isla will have told the guests about so we should have plenty privacy, but more importantly it should be better for me to help unzip Rosie without having to go into the loo with her. Of course I would love to watch her pee, to see the look on her face when she finally releases all the liquids she’s been steadily consuming all night, to hear the force of her urine hit the pan, but only if she consents. For tonight she’s already turned me on more than I can actually believe and just unzipping her jumpsuit will probably make me cum if I’m not careful! Rosie follows behind me moaning under her breath. As I find the light for the pantry and open the door ahead to reveal a single toilet with small sink I hear Rosie whimper and groan. “Hurry up Riley. I can’t hold this any longer!” My dick is throbbing and the material of my jeans feel so taut against my crotch. I could easily delay Rosie that tiny bit more, cause her to perhaps wet herself and see her jump suit darken but then just the thought of her feeling embarrassed and humiliated and possibly rushing home terrifies me so I have her stand in the small bathroom facing the toilet while I bend forward to reach her zip on the back of her neck. “Can’t you speed up? I’m weeing a bit already! This is torture you know.” “I know. Sorry not used to these things. Promise you I’m doing it as quick as I can!” My heart is throbbing so loud I’m sure Rosie must hear it, my fingers are sweating and my hard on is rubbing against my jeans so much it’s actually sore. I ache to cum right now and unzipping the jumpsuit to reveal that Rosie is in fact bra less is almost the end of me as I take a breath in, pull the zip right down quickly and step back. I don’t plan on giving her an audience but the speed at which she turns her body in front of me, pulls down her frilly black lace trimmed knickers and then sits down gasping revealing the most erect nipples on the most glorious breasts I have ever laid eyes on in my life is just too much. I know I’m staring but she’s laughing and sighing and the relief on her entire face is so spectacular as torrents of liquid pour loudly into the toilet pan beneath her powerfully and strongly. She lifts her face to look me right in the eye as I stand with my own legs slightly apart to steady myself feeling my hard dick vibrating on its own accord in my jeans. Rosie’s eyes move to my crotch as I blush in embarrassment. She’s still bloody peeing as she breaks the silence, apart from the noise of her urine, as she giggles like a little girl, looking down at her own nakedness then back to me. “No need to be shy Riley. You’re seeing me so only fair I emmm…see…” I feel like a nervous school boy but the rawness of the hard denim against my manhood is holding me back so I unclip my belt and jeans and pull them down to my knees along with my trunks. My erection jumps to life like a coiled spring as Rosie, unbelievably STILL peeing, uses her hands to beckon me closer and I step closer feeling suddenly so nervous and alive that every hair on my body is sticking up. I’m not sure if she’s going to suck me or touch me with her hands or what but right now I don’t fucking care as I am so close to erupting she could blow on me and I would explode! She’s still sitting on the toilet as I hear spurts and dribbles still coming from between her legs as her hand reaches between my legs and tenderly strokes my testicles making me yelp with pleasure. She then lifts my erection up in her hands and precedes to run her wet warm tongue the length of me from my testicles to my head as my entire body shakes so much I have to lean on the wall to steady myself. I can’t stop staring at her breasts and listening still to drops still dripping from her into the bowl beneath her as she fondles and strokes me with her tender hands as I know I am just seconds away now from ejaculating. Rosie senses it too as her thumb runs over the shaking head of my hard on as I gasp as I reach the pinnacle of my sexual peak and sticky white fluid explodes out of me towards Rosie as we both watch giggling as it lands perfectly on her frilly black knickers draped by her knees. “Mmmm. I wasn’t planning to wear them now anyway. They were already wet with my pee so what does it matter.” I step back to let Rosie up off the toilet, offering her my hands to steady her as she steps out of her jumpsuit and knickers and stands right in front of me totally naked. She looks around giggling before reaching down and tossing her knickers towards a tiny open wastepaper basket designed for nothing more than used toilet rolls then she steps her feet back into her jumpsuit and starts pulling it up her legs teasingly. “You are beautiful. Absolutely stunning.” “And knickerless. Don’t forget the knickerless now will you?” She laughs. I help her pull her arms back into the suit then turn her around slowly while I attempt to zip up the material, running my fingers up her spine as I do so. Once the zip is done she turns to face me as I lean down to kiss her, this time much more passionately, as my dick still hangs out my jeans getting hard all over again. When we stop for air I feel suddenly quite overwhelmed as I attempt to make myself decent and wash my hands. “Can I get your number Rosie?” “Only if I get yours?” We walk out of the toilet, through the pantry, and into the kitchen hearing singing next door and smiling to each other. The atmosphere has mellowed while we’ve been gone and I can hear my cousin singing with a male as I hold Rosie’s hand and ask her to dance with me. She nods as we sing along to The time of my life by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warns. “I’ve had the time of my life, no I’ve never felt this way before, and I swear it’s the truth. And I owe it all to you..” It’s late, it’s corny, but it’s also the truth. A 21st burthday that was really a 22nd. Rosie. The girl at my cousins party who I will never ever forget, in the black jumpsuit with the bulldog clip in her hair with two little stands on her face. The girl who was desperate for the toilet at a party and needed help to unzip her clothes. The girl who went home knickerless and who I have been dating ever since.

Summary: A female student arrived late for her exam and must complete it be for leaving the testing room. Unfortunately, she also has to urinate and has to hold it until she completes her exam. She does make it without incident. Content: desperation holding, fidgeting, just made it to the toilet. Main Characters: •Evolin Hightower •Professor Kristeena Karson Plot: Today was Evolin's final exam in chemistry. Chemistry wasn't her best subject and passing this test with high marks was key to passing this course with at least a B-. It didn't help working at the campus bookstore from 7 am to 6 pm (on most days) and living an hour away. Plus, she was taking her core courses which were only becoming more difficult. Worse off, she was helping her mom. Her mom (single working mom due to divorce) was laid off and looking for work. She went for tutors, read books, and used online reading materials, but still found herself struggling. What Evolin needed was time to study and learn. Even weekends were spent working and running errands for her only parent; her mom. Last night, she was studying her brains out for chemistry. Staying up as late as 11:30 pm wasn't such a great idea since she had to be in bed by 10 pm to wake up at 6 am. Her class started at 7 am and lasts until 9:30 pm. Drinking coffee and sodas just to stay awake and fight the exhaustion only caused her to crash. Her mom woke her up at 6:35 am and helped Evolin get ready. No breakfast, no use of the bathroom! Just wash up, gargle, grabbed her keys, purse, school bag, have a piece of toast and small glass of water, phone, and that's it. Evolin arrived to her class around 7:50 am. Her professor was a stickler about being punctual and hated students arriving late, especially on days scheduled for a quiz or an exam. This was Evolin's second time this happened. Professor Kristeena Karson was NOT happy with her repeat offense and verbally showed her annoyance. "This is your second time. You promised this wouldn't happen again! This is a disruption to everyone. Already 52 minutes gone and you want to take this exam?" asked Professor Karson. "Y-yes I-I can finish in time." Evolin said did shakily while looking a little flushed. "You don't seem confident that you can." "I can finish Professor Karson." Evolin replied, and with more confidence. With that Professor Karson handed Evolin a test packet and told her to find a seat. Evolin took her test packet and walked gingerly to a nearby seat. For the next 1 hour and 35 minutes. During the first 10 minutes, she blew by the first 20 multiple choice questions. They asked about basic concepts and information. She did this while shaking her leg up and down rapidly. One question asked about the definition of a hydrocarbon as follows: 19. Substances with a molecular structure containing only hydrogen and carbon atoms are ____. A. Salts B. Halogens C. Semi-metals D. Actinides E. Hydrocarbons Evolin sloppily circled choice (E) on her test paper. From there, Evolin had to answer 15 more multiple choice questions. These questions asked specific questions, such as identifying the ioselectric point of a protein, or the basic C1V1=C2V2 math problem. Before she could begin writing on her scratch paper, she winced. For whole minute, she became stiff and shook a little trying to remain dry. She already annoyed her professor and didn't want to upset her more with an accident. Afterwards, she still remained worried about her predicament but ever more determined to finish her exam. She performed the mathematical manipulation of the algebra and calculated the answer to circle. "Phew! That was close." she softly muttered to herself. She sat in the back row and wasn't noticed by Professor Karson. Another 10 minutes went by before answering all the multiple choice questions. Her incessant studying and tutoring, researching the internet, and making mistakes paid off. Her predicament still lingered, pulsating down below. It was 8:18 am and still not done with her exam. Now she had to answer eight short answer questions. These questions required a few lines of writing and/or mathematical work shown. Evolin would need to use all her focus to finish without losing control over the dam. The first question had to do with balancing a chemical equation. The equation provided wasn't so bad and required some time to show how she obtained the answer. After about 4 minutes of working it out on scratch paper, Evolin rewrote her work and moved on to the next question. The next question concerned chemical reactions, specifically calculating limiting reactions. Evolin ways had trouble trying to find out the limiting reactant. It was 8:27 am and almost an hour left. "Damnitdamnitdamnit! Okay Evolin youv...... Oh gawd." she thought to herself inwardly. Another wave pulsated which made her lower area throb like crazy. Her predicament was only growing worse and Evolin wasn't sure how much longer she could hold back the flood. Evolin had to pass this course and to do so, she had to pass the exam with high marks. This predicament couldn't get in the way. After another 10 minutes, she figured out what the limiting reactant and wrote the work. That left only seven more short answer questions. She only had to answer at least seven out of the eight questions to still pass. Evolin began skimming for easy questions only to find subsequent questions become more difficult. Many of the questions involved graphs for pH, determining the number of subatomic orbitals of three metal atoms, one question about Gibbs' Free Energy, and purely essay type questions. Evolin had the most trouble with Gibbs Free Energy so she chose to discard that question. She just had six more questions to answer and needed to choose which one to answer next. Again, her dam felt immense pressure and throbbed. This time, it was different. Her lower region was becoming exhausted and held back several waves of desperation since she woke up. She almost felt the flood when driving to school. But because she was tired, and this wave emerged without warning, she was in danger of releasing Niagara Falls the color of yellow gatorade. She let go of her pencil (which rolled off the side of her desk), grabbed the desk with her hands, and holding with all her left over might. "Nonononot now. Please not now!" she silently mouthed to herself. The wave was so great, she clutched the table like her life depended on it. She double crossed her legs and squeezed them tightly together. For the next several minutes, she was fighting to keep the dam closed. She didn't want to have a single drop come out. It was 8:40 am and time was running out. She still had six more short answer questions to answer. She needed to ace this test and her liquid gold wasn't going to stop her. Evolin clamped her dam shut even tightly, even though it did nothing to stop the wave of desperation. She shifted in her seat ever so slightly, and swaying her knees side to side to alleviate her pain. It worked and made her wave subside a little. Catching her breath, she allocated some of her focus towards her exam. Evolin carefully got up from her seat and went to pick up her pencil. Bending down was painful as it only made the pang-like feeling worse. She sat back down and began working on the next set of questions. Using her knowledge of the metal elements given, she determined the number of orbitals for the elements cobalt, nickel, vanadium, and copper. She realized they don't follow the rules since they're electron configuration varies in each column and row. Afterwards, she went on to answer the question about explaining the chemical equation for chemical reaction rate [k]. This was a tough one and she needed time to process this. Half her mind was on keeping her dam shut (and risking her muscles becoming locked in that position) and the other half on her exam. In addition, Evolin was tired and needed fuel biochemical fuel in her cells. She never ate anything for breakfast except the toast. With all the thinking she had to do, that toast was not enough to cover her energy needs. After five minutes, she was about to move on when she figured it out and answered it right away. "Two down, five to go." she whispered. Evolin had only 42 minutes left of exam time and she had to finish fast. Another wave of desperation swept by which made her stop her test taking again. This time, she softly groaned and winced. She instinctively put her hands on her crotch area of her jeans. This wave was pulsating so much she shook her leg and started rubbing her thighs back and forth rapidly. "Come on Evolin, keep it together. You still have five more questions to go." Using her will power, she forced herself to focus on her exam and make the wave subside. The next question concerned a graph of the pH. Reading this graph wasn't her strong suit either, but she had to figure it out. Evolin discarded the energy question, which meant the other seven had to be answered. No excuses about it! After giving some thought, she remembered how to tackle the question and answered it immediately. The next three questions were answered over the course of 20 minutes. Each one she had to answer carefully and while fighting her predicament. Shaking her leg, rubbing her thighs, etc., it was all done to hold it. At last, at 9:02 am, Evolin had one more question to answer to make at least seven answered short answer question out of eight. This one was a doosy. It involved the procedure for performing distillation of salicylic acid. "Great! I can't remember the steps for this!" she thought. She couldn't possibly know the details off the top of her head, especially at this point. Her predicament had become so bad it was on the verge of exploding. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she moaned to herself. She began grabbing her thighs, double crossing her legs multiple times, and even twirling her hair. She had to answer this question. Evolin was considering answering the energy question, but she knew this stuff was just as hard as the distillation question. However, she knew a little something about Gibbs' Free Energy. Evolin changed her mind and chose to answer the question parts A and B. Part A inquired what it was and Part B inquired how to calculate it. Evolin took a step back and thought. She focused all her attention on Gibbs' Free Energy and after about two minutes, Evolin was thinking back to her notes about reactions spontaneously occurring, having a positive energy value while those not spontaneous had a negative energy value. Then, finally it all came back to her. She remembered what it was about and wrote it down. Then, she wrote down the equation to calculate the energy. Once that was done, she handed in her exam. Evolin, keeping her hands in her crotch, she quickly made her way to the bathroom. However, when she arrived only to see a horrid site. Both stalls were taken and it seemed that none of then would be vacated. Evolin had to urinate before it was too late. From the moment she got up, handed her paper in, and made her way here, she was bursting. The next bathroom was on the other side of the building which Evolin didn't want to make the trek to. After 10 minutes of waiting, pacing around, bobbing up and down, grabbing her thighs and croctch, her opportunity became available. One of the stalls opened and out came a female student. Evolin made her way into the stall and shut the door fast. Evolin's wave of desperation was the strongest it had been this morning. All her soda and coffees from last night, and water this morning was ready to come out. Using the last of her will power, she kept the dam shut while undressing. She had to unbutton and unzip her pants, plus put toilet paper on the seat. "Gaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Evolin whined. It was now or never. She lowered herself onto the toilet, then let go. She urinated a gusher like she never thought possible. It was loud and everyone in the female's bathroom heard it. For the next 30 seconds, she sat on the toilet seat emptying her aching bladder. In that time, Evolin panted as her heart beat was returning to normal. Evolin buried her face in her hands. Her whole morning was spent holding back Niagara Falls. Even after her fire hose of a gusher slowed to a trickle, she remained on the toilet seat ready to keel over. Evolin was exhausted and just wanted to go home. But she had to be awake for work and help her mom. Once Evolin collected herself, she wiped herself (crotch, thighs, and buttocks), then pulled up her pants. She flushed, washed her hands, and left for the campus food court for breakfast.

This story is very loosely based on a true experience that an ex-girlfriend told me about, many years ago. Names have been changed for anonymity. It was 6am on a chilly January morning, and Madi was nervous and excited about the day ahead. The 20 year old university student was in the final year of studying for her law degree, and having recently completed her first semester exams, had volunteered to work as a teaching assistant at a local primary school for two weeks before the second semester started. She had always been interested in pursuing a teaching career, and this seemed like a great first step. Her mum had encouraged her to apply for the position, herself having worked as a teacher in Iran before moving to the UK with her husband a few years before Madi was born. Madi forced herself out of her warm bed, used the bathroom and got ready for the day ahead. Not sure of the dress code, she decided to dress quite smartly in a flowery dress with a black cardigan over the top, coupled with black tights. Feeling quite tired, she went downstairs and made herself a large cup of tea with her breakfast, hoping that it would help to wake her up a bit. After finishing her cup of tea, she grabbed her packed lunch out of the fridge and put on her coat. Stepping into a pair of smart black ballet flats, she picked up her handbag and left the house in time to catch the bus. She arrived at the school just before 8am and was shown to the staffroom by the friendly receptionist, where she was introduced to a young newly qualified teacher called Abbey. After they chatted for a bit, Abbey made herself a cup of tea before the pupils arrived, and asked Madi if she wanted one too. Madi didn’t really want to drink another cup of tea so soon after finishing her last cup, as drinking tea usually made her need a wee. She accepted one anyway, not wanting to appear impolite. Abbey then introduced Madi to some of the other teachers before showing her to her classroom, which was all the way over on the other side of the school. Madi sipped her tea politely as Abbey showed her around the classroom and explained her lesson plans for the day. At 8.45am the bell rang and the pupils came into the classroom for morning registration followed by morning lessons. Madi was enjoying walking around the classroom and helping pupils when needed. Abbey had already briefed her that some of the lower ability pupils may need extra support, and Madi focused on helping them get through the work. At around 10am, Madi was beginning to regret drinking that second cup of tea because she was already starting to need a wee, but she put it out of her mind and focused on the job at hand. Besides, the morning break was not far away and she would be fine to wait until then. The bell rang for morning break at 10.45am, and the pupils ran out into the playground. With two large mugs of tea inside her, Madi was needing a wee rather badly by now, and was hoping that there would be time during the break for her to quickly nip to the loo. Unfortunately for her, that wasn’t the case. Abbey was on break duty that day, so they both put on their coats and went outside to supervise the playground. Instead of going to the toilet as she had hoped, Madi spent the 15 minute break standing out in the cold with her legs crossed, resigned to the fact that she would have to wait until lunch. At 11am, the bell rang for the end of break and they headed back inside to carry on with the lesson. Madi was starting to get quite fidgety now, squirming around in her chair and crossing and uncrossing her legs. She even considered asking Abbey if she could quickly nip to the loo, but she didn’t want to appear unprofessional and besides, she was being kept busy going from table to table helping the pupils with their work. The lunch bell rang at 12.15pm and the pupils went out into the playground. Abbey had to go and make some copies of some worksheets ready for the afternoon lesson, and while she was gone, Madi tidied up the classroom. She was desperate for a wee now and in the privacy of the empty classroom, she couldn’t help but do a cute little ‘need a wee’ dance, stepping from foot to foot and jiggling as she went around collecting the worksheets that had been completed that morning and making sure they all had names written on them. She crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot as she checked through them, placing them in a neat pile on Abbey’s desk before placing learning resources and printouts on all of the tables around the classroom. Once that was done, she went over to her bag and pulled out her iPhone, sitting down and crossing her legs tightly as she checked her notifications, waiting for Abbey to come back. It was already just past 12.30pm and there were less than 30 minutes of the lunchbreak left. There were still a few worksheets that had to be handed out and she still hadn’t eaten her packed lunch, but more importantly, she was running out of time to go for a wee. She knew that if she didn’t get chance to go before 1pm, she would have to wait until the end of the school day at 3pm. ‘Hurry up Abbey, I really need a wee!’ Madi thought to herself as she sat and waited, uncrossing her legs and shifting uncomfortably in her seat before re-crossing them the opposite way. She didn’t want to leave the classroom unattended to go to the loo and besides, Madi actually had no idea where the staff toilets were. Nobody had pointed them out to her and she hadn’t seen any since arriving at the school that morning. After a couple more minutes, Abbey came back and together they placed the rest of the worksheets on the tables around the classroom. Just as they were finishing, there was a knock on the classroom door and another teacher walked in, followed by a tearful boy from Abbey’s class. The teacher explained that the boy had been playing football and fallen over, and as the boy had a large bump on his head, Abbey decided to go to the office and phone his parents, leaving Madi to stay and look after him in the classroom. She sat next to the boy and consoled him, momentarily putting her own needs to the back of her mind, accepting that she was just going to have to hold on a little bit longer for a loo break. After a few minutes, Abbey returned and said that his mum was on her way to pick him up. They put on their coats and took the boy to the front of the school, staying with him until his mum arrived. Madi stood with her legs tightly crossed, worried that the lunchbreak would soon be coming to an end and she still hadn’t found time to go to the toilet. She really wanted to ask Abbey if she could go, but knew that it wasn’t really an appropriate time to leave and would make her look rather unprofessional. Besides, Abbey probably needed to go just as badly as she did, Madi thought, noticing her crossed legs and tense expression. They had been waiting for a few minutes when they heard the bell ring for the end of lunch, much to Madi’s dismay. Abbey asked her to go back to the classroom and supervise the pupils until she came back, and Madi hurried there quickly, biting her lip. It was now 1pm, 7 hours since she had last had a wee, and her bladder was uncomfortably full. She wondered whether she was going to be able to last for another 2 hours until 3pm, when the bell would finally ring for the end of the school day. At university she had occasionally found herself in a similar state of desperation, after sitting a particularly long exam or attending a series of back-to-back lectures for example. On these occasions she would spend the short bus ride home crossing her legs until she finally reached her house and the comfort of her own bathroom. But spending 20 minutes sitting on a bus with her thighs squeezed together was very different to trying to remain composed and professional for 2 hours of teaching, she thought to herself as she reached the classroom. The pupils were quite hyperactive after coming in from the lunch break, but Madi managed to get them all sat quietly in their seats by the time Abbey returned. The first lesson was science and there was a lot of work to get through. Abbey asked Madi to take the pupils out in small groups into the playground, taking it in turns to measure distances using a trundle wheel. Being outside in the cold wasn’t helping Madi’s predicament at all and as the afternoon wore on, she was beginning to find it incredibly difficult to stand still and keep her composure in front of the children. In fact, one particularly cheeky girl noticed her stepping from foot to foot and asked loudly ‘Miss, do you need a wee?’, making the others in the group laugh and chant ‘Miss needs a wee! Miss needs a wee!’ Madi blushed but laughed it off, saying she was just cold. For the last hour of the school day, the pupils completed worksheets and Madi was kept busy going from table to table to help them, now finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on teaching and really struggling to keep her mind off her very full bladder. She was happy to be back inside the warmth of the classroom now but because she was talking so much, she found she was getting thirsty and kept having to take large gulps from her bottle of water, which only added to her predicament. Several times she considered asking Abbey if it would be possible to quickly nip to the loo but there just wasn’t enough time, and besides, Madi was still keen to make a good impression and not come across as though she was inexperienced or unprofessional. Finally, the clock hit 3pm and the bell rang for the end of the day. As soon as the last child had left the classroom, Abbey sighed. ‘What a hectic day!’ she said, laughing as she picked up her laptop. ‘Right, I’m supposed to be in a meeting now. Thank you so much for your help today, Madi. I’ll see you tomorrow morning!’ Madi just had time to shout a quick ‘See you!’ as Abbey hurried out of the room, leaving her alone in the quiet classroom. She picked up her phone and crossed her legs as she checked the times for her bus home, praying that she was going to have enough time to find the staff toilets and finally go for a wee before leaving. There was one bus scheduled at the stop a short walk from the school in less than 10 minutes time, but the next one wasn’t for another hour afterwards! She bobbed in frustration and bit her lip, thinking quickly about what she was going to do. If she was going to catch the first bus, there was absolutely no time for her to go to the loo, as she had to leave right now. At the same time though, she really didn’t want to have to wait around for another hour for the next bus. She swore under her breath and picked up her bag, walking quickly out of the classroom and across the playground towards the school gates. She knew her bladder must hate her, but it was just going to have to wait until she got home, she thought grimly as she walked to the bus stop. She made it to the stop with a couple of minutes spare, and paced up and down impatiently as she waited for the bus to turn up, occasionally stopping to cross her legs tightly. ‘Hurry uppppp’ she whined under her breath, jiggling a little as she watched anxiously down the road. She was glad that there was nobody else waiting at the stop, as she was making it very obvious that she was absolutely dying to go to the toilet. The bus ended up being a few minutes late, and Madi was even more annoyed now, knowing that she probably would have had time to find the loo and relieve herself before leaving the school. The bus home seemed to take forever, the roads jammed up with school-run traffic. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could and squirmed around in her seat, sighing in frustration every time the bus crawled to a halt in traffic and moaning under her breath every time it went over a speed bump, jolting her very full bladder. She couldn’t remember ever being this desperate for a wee in her life, except for one hot summer visiting Iran when she had been out with her family and was forced to hold in her wee for hours and hours because she refused to use the squat toilets. On that occasion she had barely made it home through the Tehran traffic in time, and she knew that this was going to be a close call too. The traffic was so bad that it was nearly 4pm by the time the bus finally reached her stop. She was squirming, wriggling, fidgeting and bouncing so much in her seat that she must have looked extremely odd, but she really didn’t care. It was almost 10 hours since Madi had last been to the loo, and as she hurried off the bus she knew that she was almost at her limit. She walked quickly up the road to her house, taking short, fast steps, trying to keep her thighs pushed together as much as she could. It was almost as if her very full bladder knew that relief wasn’t far away now, and it was becoming even harder for Madi to hold on. As she got closer to her house she started to run, sprinting up the drive and ringing the doorbell frantically. She stood there doing the ‘need a wee’ dance, hopping from foot to foot and jiggling up and down as she waited impatiently for her mum to answer the door. After a few seconds she rang the bell again and banged loudly on the door. ‘Mum it’s me, please hurry up!’ she shouted through the letter box. Her mum eventually answered the door looking mildly annoyed, telling Madi off in Farsi for being impatient. ‘Sorry mum but I’m desperate for a wee! I haven’t been to the loo all day and I'm genuinely about to wet myself’ she said breathlessly as she rushed past her into the house. Madi threw down her bag, kicked off her shoes and shrugged off her coat before rushing up the stairs, leaving everything in a pile on the floor of the hallway, much to her mum’s annoyance. She rushed into the bathroom, closed the door, frantically tugged her knickers and tights down and threw herself onto the toilet just in time. ‘Oh thank god’ she muttered as she started to pee, her stream hissing loudly against the bowl before trickling down into the water below. She closed her eyes, relief beginning to wash over her. She had been absolutely bursting for a wee for so long, and the feeling of finally being able to relieve her bladder was so good that she couldn’t help but moan under her breath. Her orgasmic wee continued for well over a minute before slowly tapering into a trickle. She sighed loudly, feeling so much better now that her bladder was finally empty. She wiped and flushed the toilet, washed her hands and went back downstairs to tell her mum all about her first day!