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  1. Okay so, since I am a huge Football fan, I thought about creating a holding challenge which is connected to a football game. So after gathering a little bit of ideas and encouragement, I finally decided to post it here. This is my first real post on here, all the others were in Live Action, so if this is bad, please tell me your ideas to make it better or if this post breaks any rules, please tell me and/or delete it Thanks Ps. I tried my best, but since English is not my first language, please tell me if things sound weird lol 0. So, the basic idea is to start 2 hours before the game starts, since a normale game takes around 4 hours, which would be a little to short. Empty your bladder one last time, because you wont be able to go till the game is over. 1. Do whatever you please until the game starts. Play video games, go on walk or shopping or watch Netflix or whatever. The only thing you need to do is drink 1 glass of water (0,3 liters) immediately after you went to the toilet and another glass one hour later. Nothing else 2. Basic Rules of drinking: - 1 Glass (reminder: 0,3 liters) of water at the beginning of every quater - 2 Glasses of water for every touchdown - 1 Glass of water for every fieldgoal - 1 Glass of water every interception and fumble 3. Basic rules of exercise: - Extra Point: Push on bladder HARD for 30 seconds - 2-Point conversion: Push on bladder medium strengh for 1 minute - Blocked Punt/Blocked Fieldgoal/Safety: No holding for one minute, stand up, legs wide apart, relax all muscels - Every timeout called: 10 jumping jacks/10 push ups/10 sit-ups (your choice) Now, you can do only those basic challenges, but since I know there are a lot of brutal people with iron bladders on here, here are some additional challenges to make it harder. 4. Extra rules: - Drink another glass of water every hour (if you are extreme every 30 minutes, your choice) - You can hold yourself all you want during first half, in the thrid quater you are not allowed to cross your legs. In the last quater you cant hold yourself at all besides jiggling - Every time there is a flag thrown, lay down on the floor, put a fist under your bladder, put your legs behind your back so your fist pushes directly into your bladder. Do that for 15 seconds every time As I saidd, this is my first challenge I ever created, so tell me if it is too Hard or too easy. Feel free to post down in the comments down here or dm me what your expierences were. I know its not NFL season, but we have the XFL right now sooo...
  2. Hey guys... who is into big bladders?? If you have one... share your pics, vids, links & recordings here. Women & Men are equally invited :)
  3. I have decided that I love water sports- I love wetting my pants, I love wetting on my partner, I love messy sex, and I love piss running down my legs or in my hands. I love it when it covers my butt and drips from fabric. I love laying in a puddle of it and I love splashing and playing with it. I love masturbating with it. I love lying in the tub with my partner pissing on my belly and my face and into my ass. I like getting fucked and urinated into. I like holding. I like feeling stretched to maximum capacity and holding till DEAR GOD I CANT. I love clenching my thighs at a stoplight saying “its ok I can make it!”. I love sharing pictures and stories and memmories and fantasies. I love learning about other kinks. I LOVE it. I want to wet and hold as much as I can. But.... I don’t like anything ANYTHING that might imply that I would wear a diaper/be an adult baby. Thats a hard line for me. Because of the word “baby” in it. Because gross. So I’m at a tough spot where for the first time I’m considering becoming padded but at the same time I’m worried what people will think of me. Will they relate me to wanting to be infantilized or regressing into a child? Or will I be perceived as gross? Its different on this forum and in real life, I think. If I started wearing diapers and posting them here, online, I could write context to add meaning to whoever is reading my posts. I could say “hey, I want you to interpret my actions this way.” And its a safer space in this context to learn and grow. People here will be like “ok, you tried it congrats! Maybe you liked it maybe you didn’t” and then I could move on. But for people in real life who might find out about say... buying a diaper? Accidentally overflowing one? Then there are consequences. Sometimes its hard predicting how someone might perceive you or how dangerous it might be to friendships/relationships/self identity. There are other real concerns: What if I become a *real* bedwetter? What if this bleeds into my professional life? What if my parents ever found out? What if I gave myself a UTI? What if i become *actually* *perminatly* incontinent and I have to live with those consequences? What if I’m addicted to my kink and it takes over my life? What if I’m completely mis-informed and everything I’m feeling and writing about on the internet gets interpreted individually by thousands of strangers with their own life experiences and I get booted off the forum for saying a popular kink is gross? Right? I mean these are all risks. So this is a stretch on a fetish forum, tbh, but... I’m admitting that its scary. I think a small part of all of us can relate to that. Anyway. If I get a lot of positive or helpful things in response to my worries and fears and such, maybe I’ll go buy some diapers. Maybe I’ll take the leap a little further into being a kinky motherfucker. If I get a ton of negative feedback then maybe I’m in too deep and maybe I should just leave the site since the temptation and obsession and my growing sexuality is so overwhelming. Who knows, maybe its stress. TLDR: I’m scared of what I want Love and regards to all, truly, Liv
  4. This girl clearly had to pee a lot because she peed for nearly 50 seconds. No buildup/desperation if you're into that, the wetting starts right away https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5dbdc42ac8d0d
  5. A long held pee by N View File This is the first time I've ever filmed myself in the act... also I haven't done a hold like this in a long time, it was sort of spur of the moment. Well anyway, I peed the night before at around 9pm. I then slept for 10 hours getting up at 7, at which point I drank 48 oz of water. I was able to hold it in till 11am before dashing to the toilet. I technically made it to the toilet before I started to go, but my penis just wasn't cooperating, it sent one stream high and the other low... missing the toilet almost completely... Needless to say I had some clean up to take care of in the end. Still the relief was amazing, I'm kind of out of breath at the end. I don't know if i'll ever do one of these again, but it was fun. Submitter nakasette Submitted 02/11/2018 Category Almost made it Clothing
  6. 'Right, year 11!' Shouts headmaster Micheals. 'This is our first night of the week, I expect you all to sleep well, we've got a lot of stuff planned for tomorrow, so I don't want you all staying up all night!' Just like most of the year 11's, I haven't really been paying attention to most of what the Headmaster was saying. I always thought that the teachers were excused from assemblies like this until I actually got the job. But no, assemblies are for everyone, and they're still just as boring. But now headmaster was beginning to wrap everything up, and it was time to bring all the classes back to the tents. The school has rented out a camping ground for the week as a last school trip for the year 11's, now that GCSEs had finished. Most of the students haven't got anything to do until they start college or sixth form after the summer holidays, so the Headmaster thought it would be a nice send-off for the students - and it kind of is. The July weather is nice and warm, the evenings are late, and it's nice to be out with friends - even us teachers have friends, something I never really grasped until I passed the courses last year. As the form tutors take their classes from their seats and back to their tents, the rest of us teachers plan on what we'll be doing tonight. Our campground, though next to the students, was still a separate camp ground, so we'd probably have a campfire, a few drinks, that sort of stuff. We'd all been given short shifts to patrol the camp-site of course, to make sure the students were actually sleeping, but I'd got lucky and been assigned an early shift. Me and Sarah Crossgrove - a friend I'd met in university - were the first to do our patrol. 'You ready for this Catherine?' Sarah asked me. 'Ooh, I'm getting excited! I've never done this sort of thing before!' Sarah and I were about the same height, a little over five foot tall. We both had similar builds - slim but healthy (Sarah has larger breasts than I, and I can't help but feel a little jealous), and the two of us have similar length hair - falling around the shoulders. My hair was a hay-bale blonde, tied back in a pony tail, whereas Sarah's hair was free-flowing, wavy and ginger, showing off her Scottish ancestry. Sarah's eyes were a forest green, while mine were sky-blue. Both of us had freckle-spotted faces, though mine much less so that Sarah's. The two of us had been the best of friends since we'd met in university - we lived next to each other in the halls, we were in all the same classes, and now we worked at the same school. We've been confused for sisters a couple times. Having joined the school at the same time we were often put together as well when doing stuff like this, and this was no exception. When all the classes had left, there were only us teachers left - Thirty overall, not counting the six form-tutors or Headmaster. Thirty seven if you did. 'Right' started Mr Biggins, one of the senior staff, addressing the rest of us. 'You know the drill, two of you patrolling the student campsite for an hour, when you come back send off the next two, you might have to wake them up though. Remember, four students to every tent, no boys in girl's tents, no girls in boy's tents, yadda yadda. If anything goes wrong you have mine and Headmaster Micheal's phone numbers' We all nod. 'Miss Crossgrove and Miss Rose are on first (he nods toward us as he says this), and of course myself and Mrs Johnson are next.' With that the teachers, not including myself and Sarah, all head to the teacher's campground. Sarah gives me a look of excitement 'I used to love camping with the school!' she tells me. 'We'd all stay up all night telling scary stories! First one to fall asleep always had their hands put into warm water as well, that was funny!' 'I heard that doesn't actually work' I tell her 'Sometimes it did....It worked on me' She giggles as she tells me 'Does it work on you?' she asks me 'I don't know' I tell her. 'No one's ever tried it'. Sarah gets a mischievous look in her eyes. 'Don't you even joke about it!' I laugh. We both stand up and head over to the student camp ground. The school had rented 45 tents, but we only needed 30 - half the students didn't want to come or couldn't come. Still, it makes our jobs easier. Me and Sarah both decide to circle the field in opposite directions. She heads clockwise, I head counter clockwise. It's about 7pm, and fairly bright out, though the sun is beginning to set, making the sky a beautiful red. The grass is nice and dry - I hardly need to be wearing my wellington boots. They look silly. Picture this - Grey pinafore dress, white shirt, grey pantyhose....and green wellies. Still, headmaster insists we wear these boots while walking around. 'Liking the boots Miss Rose!' Told you I looked silly. The voice belongs to Jamie, one of the boys in my history class 'Nice aren't they!' I joke back. 'They really match the dress don't they' 'Why not take them both off in our tent' - he points finger guns at me, so I know he's joking 'Now now Jamie, you can't say that sort of thing to a teacher' I tell him, though I can't help but feel a little flattered. 'It's what we call harassment in the workplace' 'Alright, fair enough' he says, feigning disappointment. We'll have to make do with Micky here!' he jokes, prodding Micky 'Hey!' Micky shouts I chuckle to myself as I continue walking around, looking around for anything that shouldn't be going on. Sarah is taking some girls out of a boys tent on the other side of the field - the usual suspects. There's always a few. Glad it's Sarah putting up with them and not me. I take a quick glance at my watch - 7:07. 53 minutes left. 53 minutes and I already need to pee....typical. Ten minutes of walking up and down and nothing has happened of any interest. Most of the students are just sat around talking in their tents, getting around the no boys and girls in the same tent rule by sitting outside. Us teachers don't need to send them in to their tents until 9pm - me and Sarah are really just here to make sure no fights start. Still, by now I really do need a wee - Last time I'd been was when we'd got off the coach, quite a while ago. I'd drank around three bottles of water since then By 7:30 nothing much has changed. There are groups of students sat around talking, Sarah's confiscated at least 3 hip flasks, two of whiskey and one of vodka. I'm sure there's more of them but most of the kids are hiding them pretty well. I lean against the stone wall that circles the camp site and look around. The sky is a deep red as the sun sets - it would be perfect for a romantic evening. Instead though, I'm walking around a field looking like a wally. At least a few of the students are making the most of it - across the field are a couple of students kissing where they don't think we can see them. I'd best stop them before they get carried away As I'm heading over to the kissing students I hear a quick rustling in the hedge, followed by something solid hitting the floor. Stopping, I squat down and take a look Nothing. I pat around under the hedge to see if there's anything there. Nope. Standing back up, I look over to the kissing couple - they're headed back to their tents now. I watch to make sure they go to separate tents before carrying on my patrol and trying to ignore my bladder. 7:45 now, and the red sky has turned a darker purple as the sun sets more. By now my bladder is starting to distract me from my patrol. M-maybe I could find a little secluded spot... I really shouldn't, but I'm about to burst! I begin walking over to a small group of trees at the far end of the field. All the tents are on one side - the left side - and this cluster of trees is on the other. I'm sure that if anyone asks what I'm doing there I can pass it off as making sure there's no one there... It takes me ten minutes to reach the tree, and it's dark now. I flick on the flash light and cast it about the tree cluster. The trees are in a square shape, with hedges making 3 sides, and the fourth side is the way in. There are 3 benches, one against each hedge, and on one side there's a Jamie, pissing into a bush 'Jamie!' 'YEE!' He yelps, flicking piss around. I can't help but laugh at this, which Jamie doesn't appreciate too much 'Come on Miss!' he says. 'You nearly gave me a heart attack!' he says as he finishes. I chuckle again. 'What are you doing up here anyway?' he asks 'Looking for boys like you' I say. He takes this the wrong way and casts me a look of what he must assume is something sexy. 'Looks like you've found me, what now?' I decide to play on this. 'And now....' I say, slowly stepping toward him. 'Now...(I can see his trousers begin to bulge)...now Jamie.....I have to.....(I can see his eyes lit up)....I have to tell you to go back to your tent.' His face switches to disappointment immediately 'Oh come on Miss, you got me all excited!' he says, pointing down. He's completely erect and very disappointed. 'Come on Jamie, this kind of thing doesn't actually ever happen, it's just romantic fantasies' I tell him. 'And anyway, it's the kind of thing that could get you expelled it you say it to the wrong teacher' He sighs and looks at me. I try to hide how much I have to pee. Not too well though, as Jamie points out 'You gotta pee too?' He asks 'I, uh, no!'. He raises an eyebrow. 'Okay, maybe...But I wouldn't pee here, I'd use the toilet.' I am a shameless liar. 'Tell you what' he says. 'You pee here, I'll keep watch' Being as desperate as I am, I can't help but consider it, which Jamie notices - I can tell because his eyes light up again. 'No Jamie' I say to him. 'I'm not going to risk arrest just to pee in a bush' 'Up to you if you want to wet yourself' he says. 'Better escort me back then' 'I - uh, yeah'. Damn. I was going to pee when he left. He knows what he's just done When we get back to Jamie's tent it's 8:05, and Mr Biggins and Mrs Johnson are on scene. Sarah's already left. Letting Mr Biggins know I'm heading back to teacher's camp, I begin my journey. The teachers camp is much smaller than the student, but our tents are bigger. Though we have enough for 2 people in a tent rather than four, and of course me and Sarah are sharing. I walk into our tent, trying not to hobble, and kick of my boots. Sarah's lying on her camping mattress, reading a book in the light of a small electric lamp. 'Heya Cathy' She says to me, cheerily. 'What took you so long?' 'Caught Jamie peeing in a bush, had to bring him back' 'Say, did you see anyone wandering about outside the field?' she asks me, reminding me of the noise I heard earlier. 'I heard something move in a bush' I tell her. 'Not sure what it was' 'Mr Blenkinsop told me someone's wandering around and I'm a little spooked!' She says 'Oh don't listen to him' I tell her - Blenkinsop's always telling these crazy stories. 'But what you heard in the bush-' she says. She leans in to whisper to me. 'Some one's about...' I put on some trainers - still doesn't match my dress, but it'll do. 'Hey, Sarah, do you need the loo?' I ask her 'No, why?' 'You've got me spooked now' I tell her, 'and I don't want to go alone...' 'Oh you little girl!' she laughs. 'Come on, the others have a campfire going and some drinks, we'll sit with them for a bit then we can go to the loo' I agree to this, and we get up and go. Me and Sarah sit on the bench around the fire. I squeeze my thighs together to hold my bladder shut. Mr Geoffrey's hands us both a beer from a cooler. 'Not for teachers who haven't done their patrol yet' he tells Miss Smith, who's sat next to him. She chuckles. I ignore my bladder's protests and begin drinking, as does Sarah. We sit and talk for a good long while. There's enough firewood to keep the fire going until 10, and Miss Smith's bought some marshmallows. We all take it in turns impaling a marshmallow on a twig - probably not too clean but whatever - before roasting them over the fire. Sarah brings hers back perfectly toasted. Mine falls off into the fire. Miss Smith hands out some more By 10 the fire's died down, and my bladder is no longer something I can ignore. But then Sarah brings up telling horror stories, and Mr Blenkinsop is first. He tells us all the story of the bloke wandering about the fields....Being an English teacher, he's great at telling the story of a man wandering around. As silly as it is, the idea sticks in my head. By 10:30 however stories are over and most of us have gone to bed. Me and Sarah get up and head over to our tent 'Still need the toilet?' Sarah asks me 'Yeah' I tell her, 'do you?' 'Yeah!' she says, grabbing her crotch and bobbing up and down. But I don't want to walk over to the toilet now! It's so dark...and what if there is some guy walking around....' 'Don't you do this Sarah!' I say to her. 'I'm not going without you, so don't make me stay in the tent!' She gives me a sorry looking smirk, then slides in the tent. Bugger. I look over to the path to the toilet. It's a good five minute walk through some woods. No light, no fence, and no-one to go with. I really have to pee! But I'm not going alone. I get into the tent. Sarah has taken of her skirt and is undoing her blouse. This is the first time I've seen her undress - I never knew her freckles went down to her breasts. Mine don't. She looks at me. 'Sorry' she says. 'Too scary, too dark'. As frustrated as I am, I can't help but agree. I pull of my trainers. Bringing my legs up to my chest puts a lot of pressure on my already aching bladder, but I try to ignore it. If I deny the problem, it will go away, right? Shoes off, I pull down my tights. I catch Sarah taking a glance as I pull one leg over and off of my foot. 'Like what you see?' I smirk. She blushes 'First time I've really seen you undress...' she continues blushing. 'Kinda weird seeing how long we've been around each other' 'I was just thinking that' I say, tights off and now undoing my dress. Pulling it over my head, I notice she looks a little funny. 'You alright?' I ask her 'I was thinking' She says. 'Are you going to keep your underwear on under your pyjamas?' I look at her funny. 'I-I-I mean, if you will, I will, just want to make sure we're on the same page here' 'Nah, I'm taking mine off' I tell her. We're both sat in the tent in our underwear at this point. She still looks a little funny. 'I'll keep 'em on if you want' 'No no, it's fine' she says. I unhook my bra and let it fall of. She does the same. She blushes as she does. Some people are just a little nervous I suppose. I've known her this long that it doesn't bother me, but to each their own. I stand up, hunched over and pull my white panties down. Taking them off my feet. I sit on my heels, naked in front of her. 'No need to be embarrassed' I say to her, because she clearly is. 'Nothing you have that I don't' She smiles, a little comforted. I watch, still sat as she takes off her panties. She's got a small tuft of well kept red hair hidden under her panties, very much like the hair on her head. She looks at me, and I look at her. 'Now we've seen everything, right?' I joke. She smiles and nods. 'Nothing to be nervous of anymore'. I grab my pyjama trousers and pull them up. Mine are a red tartan sort of pattern, warm but a little thread bare with age - I've had these since we were at uni. She puts on her bottoms, a pair of light grey jogging bottoms. We both have similar looking white tee-shirts to complete our pyjamas. 'Look, I really gotta pee' I say to her, standing up 'Your funeral' she says, climbing into her sleeping bag. I open the tent flap and look out. My bladder says yes but my fear says no. The cold wind also says no. The movement in the bushes screams no. I yelp and slip back in the tent. Not worth it I decide. I slip into my sleeping bag and hope I can ignore my bladder. Lying down, Sarah switches off the lamp. Everything goes quiet, save the wind outside. I lay in the bed, wriggling. Can't sleep. Need to pee. About an hour since the lights went out. In the darkness I can make out Sarah sleeping soundly. I can't sleep though. My bladder feels like fire. I slide my thighs over themselves trying to mask the feeling. I'm surprised my wiggling hasn't woke up Sarah. I clasp at my crotch and sway side to side on my back. I pull my knees up and drop them down again. I CAN'T HOLD IT. I sit up, still wriggling my legs. The pressure of being sat up all but forces me to pee right there, but I hold it in. My bladder feels solid. I try lift myself up, but increasing the pressure on my bladder physically hurts. I lie back down and turn onto my chest. I push myself up again - more pressure on my bladder. Oh, gee it hurts so bad. I can't get up. If I try, I will wet myself. I lie back on my back. I rub my feet together. I press my knees together. I grab my crotch as hard as I can. Through my belly I can feel my bladder is rock hard. Pressure builds lower down, at the base of my bladder. I can every new millilitre that gets added to my bladder. I can feel it become tighter and tighter, while I rock from side to side in my bed. I wish I'd gone when I had the chance. Even if that meant Jamie watching me. Even if it meant a strange man watching me. Honestly I'd give anything to pee! Rocking from side to side starts to hurt. Moving my legs starts to hurt. Even wriggling my feet and toes is an effort. I check my watch. Midnight, dead on. Just 8 hours to go, I can make it. NO I CAN'T. It hurts so bad!!! It feels like it's going to- Hnnn! My body just tensed. I didn't do that on purpose - it just happened. I hope I do- Hnnn! Again! Oh god, it's happening. It's happening. Keep quiet, don't wake up Sar- Hmm! Oh god, here it comes, here it comes, here it- Phsshh! Haah, haah, I peed a little! I felt it, I heard it. I can feel it on my thighs - it's running down my ass! Oh god that feels funny! It's pooling down on my back. Still it's just a little. I feel a little better. I can hold on longer now. No need to worry. That's the worst of it I'm sure. Probably won't pee again, right? I h-hope so. Come on, go to sleep now, you can make it until 8. I rock from side to side. My knees rub against each other furiously. My toes clench and stretch in sequence. I bash my feet together under the sleeping bag. That's all, right? No more of that... Okay, maybe there'll be more. My bladder feels solid again. Already. Brace for round two! I stretch my legs, feet and toes, all out straight. I pull on every muscle in my body. I can feel it again! My b-bladder, it's going to squee- Hng~ I manage to keep quiet, but only just. I don't know if I can do it again - let's find out... Hnn! Nope, couldn't do it....oh god, here it comes, here it comes here it Hnn! Another spurt, powerful against my legs, though this one doesn't completely end, and I can feel a trickle continue to fall out, down my cheeks and pool around the base of my spine. The warmth, the slight relief, so enticing. No time to think though! here we go again....Here it com- Haaah! Another spurt, and I stop holding back. The wave hits me and a jet of pee shoots out of me. And I don't try to stop it. The spurt quickly ends, but without me trying to hold it back a stream soon follows. I close my eyes and let it happen. The silence of the tent is replaced with a surprisingly loud trickle, as a stream of pee falls out of my lips and pools at my ass. My breaths are shallow as the heat envelops me, the sleeping bag trapping the steam which flows toward my head, filling my breaths with the warmth and odour of the contents of my bladder. My hands are trembling, and so is my breath. I stretch my toes out again as I embrace the relief I'm feeling. I'm too enraptured to move. My arms are limp by my side, my feet fall still, and my bladder gently squeezes a stream out and onto my inner thighs. The puddle beneath me now has spread up to half way up my back and halfway to my knees. I'm sure it's seeping out of my sleeping bag at the sides. The trickle is louder with each second as my stream becomes slowly more steadfast, landing onto more pee rather than dry cloth. With the initial loss of control having now left, I let the feeling of relief sweep over me, feet first. My toes warm up, then my feet, then shins, then thighs, then heat shivers up my spine until it reaches my head and I can't hold back a grin. 'hmmm....' I moan gently, without even meaning to. My body is doing it's own thing. My sleeping bag makes a valiant effort to hold in what it can, but I can see it seeping out in my peripheral vision as my head falls to one side, facing Sarah, and I'm still grinning inanely. Sarah seems to grin back - I wonder if she feels what I'm feeling too.... I can't hold back a slight giggle as the last of my pee begins it's decent. The trickling sound begins to diminish, but the heat I'm enveloped in does not. The puddle reaches my calves and my shoulders, I can feel it surrounding my limp hands. Sarah sits up and looks at me, I bet she's jealous! Hell, I'd be jealous. The raw relief, the heat that surrounds my entire body. The comfortable feeling of hot liquid against my skin. My eyes are half closed - too much effort to hold them open. I'm sure Sarah doesn't even notice I'm awake. She probably thinks I wet the bed! Ha, what a thought. She probably thinks I wet the bed in my sleep. Not done that since uni! No no, this was while I was awake. I got to feel all of it. Ha, Sarah wants to feel it too! She's putting her hand in the puddle around my sleeping bag. She'd love to feel this good! She brings her damp hand to her face and smells it. It smells like relief, let me tell you. Sarah can only watch me as I finish peeing Hold on. Finish peeing? Oh god. I open my eyes fully. Sarah looks at me. I can barely make out her face in this light - or lack of it - but she appears to blush. I don't know what she has to blush about, she hasn't just wet the bed! I should be blushing. I am blushing! My face feels like fire! 's-sarah?' I say. It takes some effort to even speak, I feel drained, in both energy and bladder. 'yy-yeah?' She responds 'I wet the bed' I tell her. 'uhh, yeah, I can see.' Embarrassed as I am, I can't help but grin. 'It felt sooo good!' I tell her. I don't know why. I mean it's true and all but... Sarah chuckles. 'I bet it did' she whispers to me. I sit up I can feel a small cascade of warm pee fall down my back and around my backside. It too begins to seep out my sleeping bag. Reality slowly comes back to me, and I begin to question things. Such as why Sarah touched what she knew was my pee... 'Why did you do that?' I ask. She blushes - I can see it even in this light. Do I......is she attracted to me?.... No, she would have said something by now 'That was really hot.....' she tells me. She leans toward me. I can feel the heat from her face - she must be bright red. 'Well yeah, I just pee'd, of course it would be warm' 'That's not what I mean...' 'So what do you mea-' I'm cut off by the hot press of her face onto mine. She kisses me suddenly, her body following her and pushing me back down onto my back. She's sat atop me, hands on my shoulders. She pulls her face back and stares at me. Her eyes show a mixture of emotions. Fear. Anxiety. Lust. Love. Excitement. Such a powerful mix. I don't have long to look though, before she presses her face back into mine. Her lips and cheeks are soft and warm, and I can feel her eyelashes flicker on my face. She holds my hands in hers, fingers interlocked with mine. I can feel them shaking. She straddles me, and the sleeping bag squishes loudly as more pee is pressed out of it. She pulls her head back again. She looks at me once more. I don't know what to do or say - and she can tell. She lets go of me and swings off so she's sat next to me, half in my puddle. 'I-i--i-i-' She stutters. She can't think of what to say. Neither can I. 'I re-really need to, uh, pee.' Funny way of showing it. 'W-will you, uh..will you take me to the toilet?' I nod silently. I unzip my sleeping bag, and Sarah flicks the lamp in. In the dull yellow glow I can at last see the extend of my accident. The pink lining of the sleeping bag now hosts a dark purple splotch with uneven lines, head to toe. Two protrusions in the blotch show where my calves where, the puddle going as far as my ankles along my skin. The pee has mostly seeped into the bag now though, so no puddle remains. The tent floor is cotton, and another puddle surrounds me in that. The back of my white shirt is translucent and dyed a faint yellow, all over my back. I climb to my feet, which glisten in the electric light. Sarah picks up the lamp and leads me outside. The summer night is still warm, even though it's pitch black. My bare feet hit the dry grass which crumples under it. I relax my bladder again and let a small stream trickle out. More than I expected, the stream lasts a good 3 seconds and pools at my feet. 'Just finishing my accident' I tell Sarah, who blushes and grins. She takes two or so steps forward, then turns to me 'I can't hold it' she says. 'I'm going to wet myself' she tells me. Before I can respond she starts to wet herself. She breathes in and sighs as hot pee trickles down her legs and around her feet. Her face, a few shades redder than normal, is stone still. She watches me intently as she pees, the sound of it trickling into the grass surrounding us. She looks very deliberate as she stands there, feet apart, puddle in between them. We both stand there in the warm heat of the night in silence - the only sound being the splashing of her pee into her puddle. She wriggles her toes as she pees, splashing quietly. It takes a good twenty seconds until she stops and sighs again. 'Thanks for taking me' she says. She holds her lamp in one hand, and takes mine in the other. 'Let's go back to bed' she says. She leads me back into the tent and climbs into her sleeping bag, wet pants and all. I look at my sleeping bag. The pee has cooled by now, and is cold to touch. Sitting down in it and letting it touch my skin I can't help but wince. 'Here' Sarah whispers, gesturing to her own sleeping bag. 'There's room' Sarah's sleeping bag is surprisingly spacious, and we both fit in, though it's a tight fit. I can feel the heat of Sarah's skin against all of mine. We're face to face, our breasts pressing against each other. Our legs intertwined. Usually this would be really uncomfortable, but by now I'm so tired I don't care. Forehead to forehead with Sarah, I drift of immediately, as Sarah hugs me tightly. We can talk about this whole thing in the morning...
  7. WARNING *** Starts off pretty slow. Ring…Ring…Ring… Melody looked at the phone and thought to herself “I really do not want to do this.” “Hello” “Hello, Ms. Stevens. Ron is here to see you.” “Ok send him in Charlie.” Melody had been dreading this moment the whole day, being the boss had its perks but it also had its negatives. Working at GCI electronics was a big deal, the multimillion dollar software company could not afford to have people who did not deliver quality work. “Come in Ron and please take a seat.” Said Melody. “What is this about Ms. Stevens?” Said Ron. “Ron, it has come to my attention that you have not been living up to expectations here at GCI electronics. You have worked with us for over a year now and your work has only diminished in quality. We have warned you multiple times to shape up. At this point we have no choice but to let you go.” “ Really? Really? FUCK YOU!, I work 50 hour weeks in that tiny shit hole of a cubical for you guys. I tried my best and this is where it gets me? What the hell did I have to do to get anywhere in this company? How did you get where you are? NO! don’t answer that I know how you got there, that rack of yours.” Screamed Ron. BAM!!!! Melody slammed both her hands hard on her desk. “That is enough, say one more word and security will drag you from this office kicking and screaming. I do not need to justify myself to you. Now leave.” After Ron had stormed out to collect his stuff Charlie let himself in to Melody’s office. “Well that was eventful.” Said Charlie. “Ya it was. I never figured him to freak out like that. All that bullshit about 50 hours, I almost laughed in his face.” Melody Scoffed. “Ya what a joke. You ok though Melody?” Charlie asked. “Oh ya I’m fine. Comes with being the boss and you know I love being the boss. Charlie… the whole office does not really think of me as the boss with the big rack do they?” Melody hated when people judged her on her looks alone. She did not work as hard as she did and put up with as much shit as she did to get a masters degree in computer science, just to be the girl with the rack. “No. No. No. Some think of you as the all-around hot boss. No need just to focus on the rack alone.” Said Charley. “Fuck you Charley, you’re on thin ice.” Shot back Melody. “I’m just kidding. Everyone here loves you. You are the best boss they have had in a long time. You know we went through three in the couple of years before you got here. Cheer up and go home it’s Friday. “Thanks Charley, have a good weekend yourself.” After Melody got home she quickly changed into her home attire, got herself a big cup of tea and sat down at her computer. It had been a stressful week and she was going to have some fun alone time. Melody may have seemed like the super tough boss bitch at work but that was her work persona and she had adopted it so often lately that all she really wanted to do was have someone else make some decisions for her for a change. Recently, Melody had been searching the internet for ways to relax. Typically this consisted of watching a good porno and masturbating her troubles away. But while she had been browsing the internet, she stumbled across the site omorashi.org and discovered a new and very kinky fantasy. You see, that big cup of tea was not to satisfy a thirst or a love of tea. Melody was very susceptible to the diuretic effects of tea and her new way of relaxing consisted of wearing a diaper (much like the one she had on) and wetting it like a baby. It was a totally foreign aspect to her. Melody could not believe that she would even consider wetting a diaper, but after the first time she enjoyed the relaxation it provided so much she kept doing it. “Oh” Exclaimed Melody. It was amazing how fast tea went right through her. This time though she decided she would try to hold it as long as possible. How long that would be? She could only think to herself not very long at this point. On the way home she made sure to drink two classes of water before she got home. She looked down and was beginning to see the effects of all this liquid. “Oh my god. I think I can see my bladder.” She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Ok maybe it was true she had a pretty nice set of boobs but they were not that big she thought to herself. “I am only a C cup.” Exclaimed Melody to no one in particular. Her eyes slowly took herself in. The short brown hair cut short just below the ears. She worked out regularly so her stomach was pretty tight , at this point it had a pretty obvious bulge near her crotch. She felt a sudden temptation to poke that bulge and so she did it. “Eww, hahaha” That was most certainly her bladder. She poked it a few more times because hey, it was feeling kind of good, besides, what did she care if she peed she was wearing a cute diaper anyway. She was really enjoying the fight with her body. Desperately trying her hardest to hold on but knowing that eventually she would lose. She kept on with her little game, bending over and pressing on her crotch to keep holding. She looked at her behind in the mirror, eyes slowly going over the diaper covering her cute tight behind. When suddenly a small squirt leaked out. “AH I can’t. No I can do it, just a little more.” Pressing harder she fought the feeling of having to pee. Hopping around her room she thought she look kind of silly. But how much longer could she really hold? Hisssssssss “No I can’t” Melody said smiling. She sat on the floor feeling the diaper start to expand liquid racing from her over stretched bladder. Looking down she could see it was getting pretty big. But the warm feeling against her crotch and bottom felt so good to her. She squished the diaper against herself as she kept wetting. When it finally stopped she just sat there enjoying the feelings. Ding ding. “Ahhhh, what do they want from me now.” Melody huffed. She went to the computer and went to check her email. Before she got there though she took another look in the mirror. The diaper was the biggest she had ever seen one. The diaper sagged down from all the weight and she smiled to herself. As she sat down she enjoyed both the sound and feeling as her warm diaper squished against her bottom. In her inbox was an email that she was not really expecting. “Good evening, My name is Donna. You had posted on a message board about wanting to get a professional dominatrix who specialized in diapers. Well I am your girl. I love helping first timers get into the community. I also really like working with the ladies because they tend to take the feelings different than men. You had mentioned that you had never messed a diaper before but that you might be interested in the banana dare. I have done that trick a few times and feel that you might enjoy it a lot. If you are interested please email me back. Regards your pleaser chief, Donna.” Melody read and re-read the email, she was really aroused when she posted that. Should she do it?
  8. Well, here we go again. I hope this posts the way I intend. This is supposed to be a continuation of the previous high school track desperation, perhaps more appropriately named. A week has passed since the events took place at the track and Sara/Lara's house. I'd been keeping in contact with the both of them on a somewhat daily basis. Sara and I agreed that we would continue our routines as though nothing happened, with me making myself desperate and sneaking off under the bleachers to drain my bladder and Sara peeping and peeing as well. Usually by the time I was shaking the last few drops out she would be making her way over to contribute to the puddle, sometimes more desperately than others however. Today I had barely put my dick away when she appeared at my side and proceeded to pull her shorts down while lowering into a squat just above the earth. Soon after a hiss and splashing sound followed as she relaxed in her position. "Whew... boy am I glad you stopped when you did, it's hard to watch someone go when you have to go. They had a sale on my favorite Juice today and I may have over done it at work." She said in a playful manner. "You know you could just pee while I am, or even at your bush over there." I said gesturing toward where she usually spied on me. "I've heard of this thing called a toilet as well." I said laughingly. "Toilets are boring, I like it this way, besides, I know how this affects you..." She said slyly looking at my shorts, or more accurately the tent that had been pitched there. All the while I'd been staring at her while she answered natures call and it had taken its toll. "You can't go if you get hard right? I wouldn't want to interrupt your relief." "Well, it's not as easy, but it's not impossible for me. I don't know if I'm that unique but I can still whiz with an... er... with..." I stumbled over my words, even after everything we'd done I wasn't sure how appropriate it was to say boner in front of a lady. "Oh? My last boyfriend used to get mad when I'd wake him up with a handjob in the morning since he couldn't get his pee out. He wasn't good at holding it in though, and he wouldn't even let me watch him when he went. You'll have to show me that trick sometime" She said in a tone which was laden with sarcasm, although I wasn't sure just how much of what she said was true or false. "Ah ha. Very funny." I said dryly. "Aaaaannnnndd," she said as if waiting for something, her stream was barely a trickle now, she waved her hand in sort of a circle as if to say 'get on with it' as she kept trickling, it stopped, she pushed out one more squirt, nothing followed, "Empty at last. So it's finally the weekend again, got any plans?" she asked while standing and re-dressing herself. I would have been lying if I said I wasn't excited. I was hoping that I could join these sisters for another weekend. My last endeavor with Lara was interrupted by Sara coming home early. She worked at a theater and the schedule was sometimes unpredictable. In the end I was glad nothing too serious happened. I knew I couldn't have them both, and it wouldn't be fair to them to try. "I'm free, what did you have in mind?" I responded as calmly as I could. "Well, there's a showing of a movie tomorrow evening around this time that I think you'd enjoy, Lara already knows about it and was looking forward to it too. But for tonight we could just, you know, hang out?" she said with a grin most mischievous. Before I realized it she had stepped closer and yanked the front of my shorts and underwear down letting my still mostly erect penis flop out for the world to see. "Looks like someone approves." she said giggling. "Uh, I was fine in the car before, but uh, this is kinda TOO public." I stammered, my brain was going full blank, I didn't want to object and have her stop, but I also was afraid we'd been here too long. The sun which had started to set before was now all but gone. "Let's get somewhere more private." "Alright, as long as you're sure you can walk like that." She smiled before letting go of my pants. "I'll manage." I spouted righting myself and pulling everything back where it belongs. We started the walk back to my car, from there it was a short drive back to Sara's house. My pants were considerably more comfortable by the time we arrived. As we approached I saw Lara's car in the driveway, what was curious was Lara was outside the car pacing around, after she spotted us she waved and waited for us to pull up before I could even turn the car off she was around the other side looking tense as Sara opened her door to her. "Lara didn't you get off work an hour ago?" Sara asked her as she got out of the car looking puzzled. "Well, yes, but I locked my keys in the car. I was in a big rush when I got home and EEP!" she squealed as she stuck her hand between her already tightly closed legs. "Hurry up and give me your keys, I'm about to lose it here!" She pleaded as she danced on the spot. "Oh, sure, let me see here." Sara said as she dug through her purse. "Oh... I can't hold it much longer..." She squirmed, finally she looked up and saw me as I was transfixed on her dance. "I swear you always see me at my worst." she chuckled before tensing up again. "Found It!" Sara said presenting the dangling keys. Quickly Lara snatched the keys out of her hand, dashed up the stairs, as she fiddled with the lock Sara and I walked up behind her. Lara, having finally undone the cursed lock threw the door open and dashed down the hall to the waiting bathroom. I looked over Sara's shoulder in time to see the door slam and a few seconds later heard the sound of a mighty waterfall raging behind the door accompanied with a sigh of tremendous relief. Once Sara had turned the lights on to the hall it was made clear just how close Lara was, as tiny drops sprinkled a path to the toilet. Same as before, whatever design this house had made the tinkling in the bathroom audible almost everywhere if there were no sounds to drown it out, and even after 30 seconds of non-stop pissing, tinkling was much to gentle a term to describe it. Even at her most desperate I'm not sure Sara could match Lara's output. "So, seems like you react to anyone peeing huh?" Sara stated looking back at my pants again. "Er, I mean, it's uh..." I fumbled for something to say, I wasn't sure but I thought i detected jealousy in her tone. "Well, I'm no stranger to competition." she said as she leaned in closer to me, she grabbed my cock through my shorts and gave a gentle squeeze. "Be sure to drink up tonight, I want to see you perform tomorrow morning." "Perform?" I said half knowing what she meant. "You know it, in fact, I'll challenge you to a bit of a contest all my own." she smirked as she waltz over to her tv. "Ever played Omoyo?" she challenged spinning around holding a controller. "You mean that knockoff game about matching colors and making combos so the girl you play as gets to the toilet before her opponent?" I said in a manner that could be mistaken as lame exposition of something I just made up. "Every round you lose is another bottle of water you have to drink. Winner gets first dibs on relief, and the loser is not allowed to go until the winner has completely finished. What do you say?" She asked. "Alright, sounds good to me. Let me at it." I said confidently. Around the same time I noticed the chorus of Lara's pee had stopped, but I didn't think I ever heard a flush. Putting it out of my mind I readied myself for the game. And that's all the longer I can hold it for this session, I should be back much sooner with an update this time. In the meantime... I'm not sure how to say this but, I kinda wanted to back up my claim that I can hold a lot and still pee with an erection... what i'm trying to say is, I uploaded a video of myself. yes, the real me. It's called a long pee by N, it's in the downloads section. if you want you can check it out and tell me what you think. Alright, shameless plug over. I'm out.
  9. So I planned this long hold with only water for a while ! Yesterday, I emptied my bladder, then drank two cup of water before sleeping. I woke up, skipped my morning pee and just sipped some water regularly. I wasn't feeling really full, so I started drinking a bit more, too fast and almost puked but didn't. (Note to self : swallowing half a liter at once is too much for my small stomach.) Anyway, it went smoothly, my urine was clear, no sharp pain in my back ! I needed to poop the last 2 hours but since it was the very end I decided to hold it even if I normally avoid to do so. So I recorded some parts of my long hold, showing my bulge, drinking, stretching : 16 hours hold.mp4 (I miscalculated the time left for the hold and had to edit it sorry) What's surprising is that I wasn't really desperate at the end but almost overflowed my measuring cup, breaking my 750mL record. Time to get a new one ! I didn't record the 1rst pee I absolutly wanted to measure it and was too scared to make a mistake if I was concentrating on doing it right for the camera. But I had to go again a few minutes after and took a short video, standing in the shower ! shower stand.mp4
  10. Hello all! I finally have more Zelda content to share with you! You'll see when you start reading how long this has been in the making :P This story is over three times as long as the already-long Zelda's Visit, the first story in the series (not required reading to understand this one, but it would give a little background). So, I've divided it into three parts and I will be posting them in this thread as I finish editing them; it should be about 2-4 days in between each one. As always, comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome :) Now, without further ado... PART 1/3 At 11:55 PM, on December 31 of 2014, Zelda began emptying her bladder into her own toilet. It was the conclusion of a great big hold – that is, one of large volume, and a pee much needed, if Zelda ever “needed” a pee – but the start of one that was to be great in its significance: Zelda planned to be the very last person to pee in the year 2015. (Time zones were a bit of an issue, but Zelda told herself she would simply count from her local midnight, and put aside the small dissatisfaction it gave her; she wasn't planning any travel anyway). At 11:59 PM of the same day, Zelda finished emptying her bladder – a bit closer than she had intended to cut it, but her phone assured her she still had 40 seconds to spare. She pulled up her pink underwear and blue pajama pants and headed back to her room to watch the ball drop on her laptop. As it struck the bottom of the post, the clock in the center of town called out the first of twelve sonorous booms. Zelda had decided in advance that she would hear this same sequence of twelve rings at least nine more times – five noons and four midnights, or four and a half days – before she would pee again. At least! thought Zelda, and she closed her laptop and began sipping a cup of coffee (she was a bit of a night-owl). The first sunrise 2015 saw Zelda – in all her curvy, plentiful self – asleep in her bed, breathing her not-quite-excessive chest up and down regularly. Noon, though, found her up and about, going through a normal day, the matter of her New Year's Resolution not yet relevant, as she felt no urge to use the bathroom. She wore light blue jeans that fitted comfortably around her, and a yellow T-shirt that was thin and tight enough that if you looked carefully – and Zelda was the sort of person who might let you if you weren't a creep about it – you could just make out a pink bra keeping her large breasts squeezed against her chest. The day was uneventful. The giant-bladdered girl had no trouble keeping track of the time and date on her own, but when the town clock had struck noon she had mentally ticked it off as the first of the nine times she would need to hear that twelve-ring sequence, and when it struck midnight that same day – or rather, just barely the next one – she checked off another. By this time she could feel a little bit of pee building up inside her, but it was no problem at all to ignore it. It was only a day's worth of pee, nothing to fret about. On the second day, things wouldn't yet get fun, but as Zelda thought to herself as she showered off with slick motions and smooth movements, they might start to get interesting. This day's clothes were a simple blue, puffy skirt covering red panties (with only a few inches to spare) and a black bra under a blacker shirt (such attire was appropriate despite the season, as the weather had been showing a reluctance to get on with the cold and snow that Winter was supposed to bring). Before putting them on, Zelda inspected her tummy, and found it to already be sticking out a small amount. This was no surprise; over the years of her holding, Zelda had learned to see the relationship of the urgency level of her bladder with its size in her belly. What she saw exactly corresponded to what she was feeling: a minor urge, sitting on the escape valve, so to speak, but not pressing in excess of its own weight. Today was Friday, and having the day off (by virtue of it being the only day this week she would have worked, so her employer had decided “screw it”) Zelda went to the mall. She had a few errands to run, and she planned to eat lunch out if she could find a good place. On her drive there she was accompanied by two water bottles, a replacement for the juice of the breakfast she had missed in her sleep. And as Zelda thought of breakfast, it occurred to her that she was ravenous, so although it was only ten in the morning, she turned down the idea of eating at whatever convenient mall restaurant popped up and instead turned off into a fast-food place she visited regularly. There was no line at all due to the odd time, and she even had to call out to get someone to come to the counter. “Coming!” said a voice that had become familiar to Zelda over the years she had eaten here. It belonged to Jewel – a small, friendly, African-American girl who had worked at the place for several years, and had become a nice acquaintance of Zelda's, through a greeting here and a few words of small-talk there. Her bright green eyes and straight black hair smiled along with her as she came around the corner and said “Oh! Hi, Zelda. What brings you here at this hour?” “I slept through breakfast” Zelda chuckled, already preparing the payment. “And no work today. My boss is super enthusiastic about New Year's.” “Lucky you! All I get is a holiday card,” Jewel said with a smile. Will you be having the regular?” But Zelda's attention had fallen to Jewel's outfit – a green tank-top that hopped over her medium-small chest but then lacked the energy to make it all the way down to her waist. This revealed a small bulge in her tummy that was probably nothing at all, but which nonetheless raised a suspicion in Zelda's mind, which she briefly put down her wallet to focus on. Could it be? The second half of the girl's speech hit her suddenly, and she said with a start “Oh! Uhm, yes, the usual please.” Jewel had already started ringing her up tentatively; now she finished it off. She pulled a tray from behind the counter and set it on top; she took the receipt neatly off the machine just as it finished printing and put it on the tray; a cup was summoned from somewhere Zelda couldn't trace with her eyes, so smooth was Jewel. In the same motion as all the set-up – really, in the same motion as their whole encounter thus far – the girl turned and disappeared back into the kitchen. This left Zelda alone. She looked about the empty restaurant, and gave her bladder a moment to speak. It complained a bit about its mild task of containing a day and a half of pee – pee which weighed a bit more than it had an hour ago, it seemed – but Zelda shut it up. She then turned her thoughts to another bladder, which was perhaps just as full, if her eyes hadn't betrayed her, and one which in that case would be of much greater interest: Jewel's. In that one moment in which Jewel was turning, Zelda had glimpsed a perfect side view of the thin, petite girl, and one thing seemed just a tad out of place: the slight bulge protruding from her tummy. Surely, it couldn't be! Surely, Zelda's eyes had lied. Her contemplation was cut short; Jewel emerged once again from the kitchen, carrying a bag containing two hard tacos and a sour cream, along with a bag of chips – Zelda's usual. Zelda payed and thanked Jewel, and, wary of being indiscreet, refrained from glancing even once more at her belly-region. If she truly is holding, Zelda reasoned, then she will hold again. Zelda filled her large fountain-drink with soda, the two bottles of water she had just drank in the car the farthest thing from her mind, and drank it heartily and unhesitatingly throughout her meal, even going so far as to refill on her way out, having almost drained it completely. Jewel had not come out again from the back-area in the time that Zelda was there, so she simply left, taking her drink with her. Having eaten something of a brunch, she was now having second thoughts about going on a shopping trip. Perhaps she would just stay home today. Tomorrow, maybe, she would go out with the considerably full bladder she would have by then, and challenge herself to remain discreet. The plan was settled as the large girl proceeded out to her car, sipping her drink flirtatiously, as if to tease herself with her own bladder, which was filling slowly but surely. By the time she returned home after the 30-minute drive, Zelda had finished off the second soda, and the effects of the first soda and the water from earlier were beginning to make themselves apparent. It wasn't a problem at all, of course; she was still completely in control. Still – the third set of chimes sang, signaling noon of the second day, and she felt perhaps a bit more than a three-ninths full. She could easily hold until the desired time anyway, of course. Well, scratch the easily, but she could do it. It was just a matter of making sure not to overload herself. Enough! Zelda's past 6 months of training since her failure at Crystal's house had not gone to nothing. She had learned control, confidence, and most of all, capacity. Her capacity, she had measured, had increased greatly, and she was no longer a little girl. She would hold until the time she needed to, and she would keep on holding after that, and she would hold until any who dared to challenge her had long since wet themselves! Only then, only then (!) would she allow herself to calmly sit down on a toilet and release her bladder's contents. The matter was closed. Zelda took out a book as much to actually read it as to simply sit doing something other then paying attention to her bladder (this was not done out of panic or any such desire or necessity to forget her urge, but rather out of sheer annoyance, of course, and— enough, enough!) It was now ten past eight in the evening on the second day. The book Zelda had chosen randomly off of her shelf had enthralled her, and had kept her reading through it – and then through its two short sequels – for the whole time. She wondered why it hadn't ever made itself known before! Oh well. She set the wonderful trio tenderly back where she had once stuffed it so carelessly, and stood to stretch. She arched her back, and in doing so stuck her bladder out from her belly, pressing it tight against the skin – giving her a harsh reminder of what she had ignored for eight more hours, but one which she chose to continue ignoring now– and allowing it to shine in all its curviness, right alongside the other wonderful curves of her body – and all on the second day! Something in her pocket disturbed her; she reached in to find out what it was, but found nothing. Nothing? Nothing at all! Zelda turned at the waist and looked at the chair she had been sitting in. Seeing nothing, she turned the rest of her body and knelt down to run her arm around the cracks of the comfy old thing and see if what she was looking for had fallen into one of them. Her wallet, however, was nowhere to be found! Thinking back on the day, she deduced that it could only be at the restaurant where she had eaten earlier. The thirty-minute drive was made in twenty, without one thought of piss. When she got there, she saw Jewel just closing up shop, as the restaurant closed at 8:30 on Fridays. Jewel had a bit of a concerned look on her face, but when she turned around and saw Zelda, it immediately melted off and was replaced with one of relief and delight. “Zelda!” she cried. “I'm so glad you're here! You left your wallet here earlier today, and I didn't know what to do! I was just gonna leave it in the back with a note, but– well here, lemme go get it for you.” Jewel disappeared back into the store before Zelda could open her mouth to say thanks. When she emerged, she held Zelda's wallet in her hand, and handed it back to its owner, who took it gratefully. “Thank you so much!” said Zelda. “I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't found this.” Jewel laughed a little. “It was nothing,” she said, almost with a blush. “No, really,” Zelda said. “This is a big deal. Thank you so much.” Jewel smiled. “You're welcome. Have a good night, okay?” “You too,” Zelda said, and almost hugged her. Instead, though, she turned to leave, but before she had taken two steps, she heard a quite “crap!” come from behind her. She turned immediately and asked “What's the matter?” Jewel looked at her. “I locked my car keys inside!” “I'll drive you home!” Zelda said it instantly, and without any intention of making Jewel owe her one – the finding of her wallet was more than enough. Jewel looked down and said quietly “House key too.” “You can stay at my place.” Jewel looked up at Zelda. She seemed slightly stunned by the suggestion, and impulse acceptance was on the tip of her tongue, but then she looked away and said “No. I wouldn't ask you to do that. Thank you, but no.” Zelda pursued. “It's no trouble at all! You practically saved my life by finding my wallet – it has everything in there. The least I can do is keep you out of the cold until you get your keys back.” Jewel looked down and contemplated the matter with visible indecision. “Are– are you completely sure it's no trouble at all? I wouldn't be in the way of anything?” “No trouble at all! You'd be a welcome guest.” Jewel hesitated. “...Okay. I– thank you. Thank you for doing this for me.” The genuine smile on Zelda's face as she said again that it was no trouble told Jewel that she really was welcome, so she got awkwardly into the passenger's seat of Zelda's car as Zelda got into the driver's seat, and they were off. Halfway through the drive home, Zelda remembered what she had seen earlier: a hint that perhaps Jewel was holding as well. At first she was reluctant even to look, so sure was she that she had been mistaken. It was less than a minute, though, before curiosity overcame her, and she sneaked a glance down at Jewel's tummy. She couldn't believe her eyes. The bulge had grown at least a centimeter since she had seen it earlier. What's more, seeing it from the side for more than half a second was enough to convince Zelda that this was in fact a bladder bulge. Jewel was holding too! Zelda pretended not to notice. A few minutes later, she saw Jewel sneaking a few glances back at her tummy, probably coming to the same conclusion about Zelda. The rest of the drive was filled by thoughts alone. Holding one's pee until one's bladder bulged out of one's belly wasn't, generally speaking, something that normal people did. To bring it up in front of someone who wasn't into it would inappropriate, not to mention the fact the one who brought it up would then have to go and pee – thus ruining her hold – lest it be awkward that the hearer knew she had to go. Neither girl, therefore, said anything, though both did in fact have gradually filling enormous bladders, and both were trying to hold for multiple days. When they arrived at Zelda's house, they went inside and sat on the sofa, both of them looking awkwardly around in search of a way to indicate her own bladder without making a fool of herself if the other one wasn't interested. After a minute, Jewel broke the ice. “You got a bathroom I could use?” “Yeah!” said Zelda, and hopped up. She walked down the hall, with Jewel following, and pointed out the bathroom. Jewel nodded. “Ah, thanks!” She went back to the couch and sat back down. “Just for reference.” “Of course.” Zelda sat back down with her. After a moment Jewel indicated the bookshelf, and Zelda nodded and smiled. Jewel picked off a book and began reading, and Zelda followed suit. It wasn't long, though, before neither of the girls was really reading. At perhaps 9:30, Jewel sighed and said “I have to pee.” Zelda stirred up a bit, readying herself for the vocal circling that was about to begin. “Me too,” she said tentatively. Jewel shrugged and smiled kindly. “You can go first. It's your bathroom.” “Meh. I'll probably go later.” “Yeah, me too.” They paused. Zelda took a slight risk: “I gotta go pretty bad though.” (By now, this was nearly true. Nearly.) Jewel put a hand on her bulge and rubbed it slightly. “Yeah, so do I.” Zelda eyed her carefully. “Holding since New Year's?” she asked quietly. “Yep!” Jewel confirmed, then beamed. “Nice to meet another big-league holder for once!” She stuck out her hand, and Zelda shook it firmly. “I'll hold circles around you.” “You'll eat those words.” Day three was upon them. Zelda woke up with a hand between her legs, but removed it quickly, only to place it back down again on her growing belly. She felt it up and down and pressed it in a little, savoring the little pangs it sent through her, before getting up and going to the living room, where Jewel was sleeping on the couch. She admired Jewel's bladder bulge, which by now had grown to nearly an inch and a half coming out of her belly, and noticed with slight indigence that Jewel was not holding herself in her sleep. She woke the girl up. Jewel sat up and rubbed her eyes, looked around with some confusion, then remembered where she was. She looked up at Zelda and said “Good morning!”, then stood and stretched. Her own bulge rivaled Zelda's in size, but although Zelda knew she must be rather full at this point – she herself certainly was – Jewel showed no signs of it. This was expected; Zelda was holding discretely too. Zelda proceeded to her kitchen and began taking out some breakfast ingredients: eggs, bacon, and sausage, and a pan to cook them in. She called out to the living room “How many eggs can you eat?” “Probably just one,” came the response. “I'm tiny!” Zelda couldn't help saying “so's your bladder” under her breath, to which the sing-songy reply came: “I heard that!” Zelda smiled and rolled her eyes as she took out the jug of orange juice and the jug of milk and set them on the table with two tall glasses. She looked over at Jewel and raised her eyebrows, but Jewel simply poured herself a glass of milk and began sipping it. Zelda poured herself a matching glass orange juice to sip on while making breakfast. As she stood in front of the stove once more, her bladder tugged at her consciousness. It was now full enough that she had to give it some thought now and again, and not the off-handed my-bladder's-full-oh-that's-cute sort. When Zelda thought about it, she really did need to pee. So she tried not to think about it. She sipped her orange juice and flipped the eggs in their pan. She flipped the sausage next, and then the bacon. Pretty soon she had a nice little rhythm going where she just kept on doing little things one after another and used these things to occupy her mind as she cooked. When she brought the food out to the table, however, she had to sit down and sit still, but the bites she took were spread too thin to accommodate the task of bladder-distraction. So she just sat up straight and held it like a big girl. She was not squirming, nor giving any other indication of her fullness, because she was freaking Zelda, and she could hold her bladder. At this point, it occurred to her for the first time to check up on how Jewel was feeling. She first looked over at the girl, and found her to be seemingly doing just fine: she was sitting about as still as anyone would without feeling any urge to pee, and looking at her face one wouldn't suspect that she was going through any turmoil; furthermore, when asked how she was doing, she simply responded with “I'm doing fine, thanks!” and a smile. When Zelda inquired about the state of her friend's bladder, she got a similar answer. “Empty,” Jewel said, and poured herself another glass of milk. Zelda eyed her suspiciously, but of course a glance at Jewel's bladder revealed that she was lying. She continued looking at her new competitor as she poured herself another glass of orange juice to match Jewel's glass of milk. After breakfast, Jewel stood and stretched her arms high above her head, which lifted her green shirt up a bit and pushed her midsection forward, emphasizing her nicely-sized bladder bulge, which she proceeded to rest one hand on and rub a little (it gave way only slightly, an indication to Zelda that is was hard and full). After stretching, Jewel sighed deeply and put her hands on her hips, then sat back down and gulped the rest of her milk; Zelda, seeing this, hastily drank down the rest of her orange juice. Jewel laughed, then grinned. “Afraid I'll accuse you of cheating if you don't drink as much as me?” “It would be cheating if I didn't drink as much as you.” came the reply. Suddenly, though, Jewel seemed to realize something, and became quite shy and awkward. She assumed an inward pose, and began to avoid eye contact with Zelda. Zelda looked at her inquisitively and was about to ask what was wrong when she realized what it was with a start. “Oh!” she said. “Are you wondering if-” Jewel looked up. “It's– oh, hey, you're more than welcome to stay here over the weekend if you like!” When Jewel looked up shyly, Zelda smiled mischievously. “Of course I'll want you to be here when you pee yourself.” Jewel's shyness melted a little, and she smiled back. “...Alright.” she finally said. “I guess I can stay long enough to beat you at this.” Zelda smiled. “Awesome.” “What do you want to do for lunch?” Jewel asked. The clock in the center of town had just struck twelve – for the fifth time, Zelda counted – and both girls were hungry. They had spent a good part of the morning chatting away, about not only pee and the holding thereof, but also a suite of other things – all the talking that they had never gotten to do since they had become informal friends at the restaurant – and by now Jewel was comfortable being Zelda's guest. “I dunno.” Zelda said. She paused. “Are you in the mood for fast food?” Jewel rubbed her belly. “Yeah, anything's good!” “I know a place, then.” Zelda said. She told Jewel what she had in mind, and Jewel agreed happily, so they started driving. Zelda was careful not to let her bladder cause a safety issue as she drove – she had encountered this problem once or twice before, but it seemed to her that the general solution was simply not to drive when she was bursting, the same way she wouldn't drive when she was drunk (luckily, she wasn't bursting yet; as for her commute to work on normal days, she walked or rode her bike). When they arrived at twenty past noon, the place was packed. Jewel went to get a table while Zelda stood in line to order their food. Luckily, this particular fast food place lived up to the former half of the term: by half past noon their number was called. Zelda went to retrieve their food: a burrito for Zelda, a hard taco for Jewel, and extra large drinks for both of them – free refills. At first, both girls ate normally, taking an occasional sip of their drinks when they felt like it, but it wasn't long before Zelda caught Jewel's eye and took an extra long sip of her own drink, implicitly challenging Jewel to do the same. Jewel responded by taking an even longer sip of hers. The girls barely broke eye contact as they each took another bite of their respective meals, then each proceeded to each take another long sip, Zelda leading. After this second pair of sips, Jewel took the lid off of her drink and took a huge gulp of it. Zelda, not to be outdone, took off her own lid and took a huge gulp, followed by another. Jewel rolled her eyes and quickly downed the whole rest of her drink (which had not been anywhere near empty); before she even finished doing so Zelda was working on hers, and after both cups were empty the girls slammed their cups down, looking daggers into each other's eyes. “Refills?” Zelda suggested, in the tone of voice one might use to suggest a duel to the death. “Of course.” Both holders stood up and refilled their cups to the brim. They sat back down and began drinking again with almost as much speed as before. About halfway through the new liquid, though, the drinking slowed to a stop by silent mutual consent, and they resumed eating their meals. Right after they were done eating, the gulping down of their sodas resumed, taking them once more to the bottom of their cups. “One for the road?” Jewel asked. “Why not?” Again they refilled their cups, but after throwing away their trash and exiting the restaurant, they found themselves reluctant to take any more gulps, or even sips, for both girls now were feeling a good amount of pee building up inside of them (and a good urge to go with it), and as much as they would have liked to continue their drinking game, they recognized that it might be best for both of them if they took a break, at least long enough for the soda they had just had to make its way down from their stomachs into their bladders. The ride home, therefore, underscored neither the brown of the soda contained in each girl's cup, nor the yellow of the pee contained in their bladders; rather its theme turned out to be the blue and gray of the rain that had begun to fall while they were leaving and which intensified practically into a storm before they were home, as though even the clouds themselves couldn't hold their pee anymore. When Zelda commented on the rain to her companion, she got a response which contained none of the usual cheerful, bright enthusiasm Jewel normally exhibited: a mere “yeah” and an uncomfortable shift in the car seat. “You alright?” Zelda asked. Jewel perked up immediately, and removed her hand from her lower bladder-region, where it had been resting. “Yeah!” she said, smiling. “I'm fine!” She nearly laughed it. “Oh. Okay,” Zelda said, just as she pulled into the driveway. When the two got out of the car, however, she noticed that Jewel was still displaying signs of discomfort when she thought Zelda couldn't see her: she bend over after getting out of the car; she clutched at her stomach as she climbed the stairs to Zelda's door; she pressed her legs together as she waited for Zelda to unlock it. Back inside and on the couch again, the girls watched the rain fall idly. It was around one o'clock in the afternoon, and the weekend thus far was turning out to be rather uninteresting, save for the wonderful new friend Zelda was meeting. This was due entirely to their relative immobility, which in turn was due partly to their growing disinterest in normal, non-holding activities, and partly to the fact that Zelda wasn't sure she could drive safely anymore. In the silence of the moment – a silence even more complete than that which Zelda heard when no one else was in the house, it seemed – Zelda's mind wandered abstractly, in the way one's mind does when one has no particular thoughts to think, or when one is on the edge of sleep. It began with the rain, which reminded her immediately of her bladder (though almost anything would have at this point – it was beginning to reach a level of fullness that she couldn't ignore). Next it wandered to the concept of bladders in general, then to holding in general, and finally to Jewel. Jewel, in Zelda's eyes, was turning out to be quite enthralling: her small size and mirthful energy made her rather adorable, in fact, and Zelda wondered why she had never noticed before. They had exchanged smalltalk at least once a week – and usually more – for several years, and all along this wonderful friend had been lying just beneath the surface. A conversation topic struck Zelda, and she blurted it out. “How are things at the restaurant you work at? Do you like it there?” Jewel considered the question with mild surprise; the friends had exchanged mostly small-talk until now – with an occasional dive into deeper waters, and of course open discourse about the state of their bladders – and although this question was rather simple and shallow, the tone with which Zelda asked it implied that she wanted a deeper answer. The mood of the rain cast about a slow, considering attitude to the conversation, so it was nearly a full minute before Jewel answered. “...Yeah, I do. It's actually pretty cool. The work's not too bad, and the pay is good too, I guess.” Seeing, she thought, a small hint of reluctance, Zelda didn't press for more. In the ambient storm, each girl took a book and read to herself for a while. END OF PART 1
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    This is the first time I've ever filmed myself in the act... also I haven't done a hold like this in a long time, it was sort of spur of the moment. Well anyway, I peed the night before at around 9pm. I then slept for 10 hours getting up at 7, at which point I drank 48 oz of water. I was able to hold it in till 11am before dashing to the toilet. I technically made it to the toilet before I started to go, but my penis just wasn't cooperating, it sent one stream high and the other low... missing the toilet almost completely... Needless to say I had some clean up to take care of in the end. Still the relief was amazing, I'm kind of out of breath at the end. I don't know if i'll ever do one of these again, but it was fun.

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  12. Hey all -- the Zelda series is back :) Links: 1st story 2nd story THIRD STORY PART 1/5 Daisy sat in class. It was 6:50 PM, ten minutes before class ended. Although the professor was ignoring the fact, almost all the students in class were getting ready to go – they were gathering pencils, closing books and binders, and chattering amongst themselves. Daisy sighed. Even in college, such immaturity ran rampant among her idiot peers. Well, that wasn't fair. This was only the generic history class, not part of anyone's major; it was full of sophomores and AP- and IB- carrying freshman. Daisy was a senior; she had put off her history requirement twice. She didn't regret doing so, as her reasons had been sound, but she sure didn't enjoy sitting through the class now. She noted with satisfaction that her friend Luna, who had also put it off, was still sitting as raptly as Daisy herself was. “Psst. Hey, Astra,” Luna whispered. 'Astra' was the only nickname Daisy answered to, and only when it was coming from Luna. It came from 'Asteraceae', the scientific name for daisies (Luna studied botany). “What?” “Are you okay? You've been shifting around in your seat.” Daisy quickly uncrossed her legs and stopped moving them around. Imagining herself as appearing a bit ruffled, she re-arranged her hair, then pulled the bottom edge of her shirt down around her waist and smoothed it. “Yeah,” she said. Luna turned back to the lecture. No. Daisy badly needed to empty her bladder, and she had for some time. It was becoming unbearable. She'd calculated ahead of time that she would be able to hold it until she got back to her dorm – the place with the cleanest bathroom and therefore the logical place to pee – but that didn't lighten the burden of such a full bladder. But Daisy had confidence. She knew exactly what her bladder could handle, and right now she was definitely in the OK zone. She would wait until the end of class, walk to the bus stop and wait for the bus, endure the five-minute ride to the dorm building, and pee in her own dorm's toilet. The thought made her bite her lip in anticipation despite herself. Daisy realized she hadn't been paying attention, and with a little blush she turned her attention back to the professor. At the end of ten minutes, Daisy heard seven distant rings of the large town bell announcing that evening had set in. She, Luna, and a few other diligent students tidied up their things into neat, practical packages while everyone else, having already swept their piles of stuff into their backpacks, stampeded for the door. The diligent students were the last ones out, but they didn't mind; virtue was its own reward. Daisy parted ways with Luna at the doorway. Luna had another class and went right, while Daisy, headed for the dorms via the campus bus, went left. She stood by the but stop's bench and absent-mindedly held the railing. No one else was there, but she still didn't want to sit; her butt hurt from sitting in class for two hours, and the bench was probably dirty anyway. And if she was honest with herself, changing position first to sit and then to stand back up to board the bus would have made it harder to contain her pee. Daisy recognized four stages of a hold, although her stages were purely nominal. The first stage was when her urgency could be described as a “1” on a scale from 1 to 4, the second stage a “2”, and so forth. Nothing was qualitatively different between the stages; she only enumerated them because it was a useful basis for creating mental shortcuts: I can practice violin at 3 or below; the bulge is visible at 2 and above. She was in stage 4 right now, but of course at any stage she kept her composure; it wasn't logical to distract others with one's own needs. She crossed her legs and awaited the arrival of the bus. – Roughly across town, in Amperage theater, a magician materialized in the center of the stage and took her place at the microphone, unphased by her sudden change of existential status, to the great amusement of the crowd, who cheered. “Good evening, good evening!” she called. “I, Jill the Chill, will be entertaining you for the next two hours with various acts of questionable possibility!” A bowling ball fell out of her sleeve and crashed into the floor. Jill picked it up and balanced it on her pinky finger, demonstrating that it was now feather-weight, then tossed it up in the air, where it became a raven and flew away. More cheers. The show continued for an hour. Imperceptibly to the audience, Jill was becoming more and more uncomfortable. “There will be a brief intermission now,” she announced. “Get food, get water, pee...and then come back for the second half!” The crowd cheered once more, then about half of it made for the refreshments/bathroom area. The curtain closed, and Jill wiped some sweat off of her forehead. The first part of the show had gone splendidly, especially considering how badly she'd needed to pee. She'd wanted to go before the show began, but she had arrived a little late and got caught up in preparation, so she hadn't had time. Now she had to get ready for the next segment, and wouldn't have time to use the backstage toilet. Aghh, she had been holding for over three days! Couldn't she be granted a break? But no, no matter how hard she tried, she could pull only rabbits out of hats, not extra prep time. She loaded up her sleeves with cards, her shoes with coins, and her bosom with colored cloths. She looked longingly into the bathroom as she passed it on her way to get the last thing she needed – stilts – but alas, only two minutes remained until it was time to go back on. A pee like this would require at least four minutes to release, probably five. But no matter! Jill the Chill was a magician, and magic if not luck had always come through for her in the end. She tried to keep her hands away from her crotch as she awaited the rising of the curtain. – When Daisy got back to her dorm, she avoided making a beeline for the toilet, even though there was no one around to hide her urgency from. She just wanted to delay peeing until the next half-hour multiple to make the numbers work out more nicely for her notebook. For a lack of anything else to do, she took out the notebook to record her entry early. Below the previous entry, dated January 10, she drew a separating line, and below that she wrote: January 14, 2015 Time: 19:30 Duration: Volume: not recorded She would fill in the duration after she peed. The reason she put 'volume' at all when she knew she wouldn't be measuring was that she did measure about every four holds or so, and it made the whole page cleaner and more consistent to put in a place-holder for it every time. She looked up at the wall clock: 7:25 (her roommate wouldn't let her set it to 24-hour time). For a moment she thought she'd made a mistake and would have to wait another hour before she peed, but then she realized she'd just converted the time from the wall-clock wrong. Daisy wondered idly what she would have done. She supposed she could have waited – humans erred, yes, but intelligent humans could avoid urinating on themselves – but she felt no guilt in going now anyway. After all, she would have to go eventually, lest her bladder explode inside her. Actually, when she thought about it, she wasn't sure if she could have waited another hour. The load inside her was swelling threateningly, paining her more by the minute. Perhaps this was the hour in which her bladder would burst if it wasn't emptied. Finally, it was time. Daisy took her notebook under her arm, stepped into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. She pulled down her pants, sat on the toilet, and peed. A minute later, she heard something over the sound of her stream which made her elf-like ears perk up: it was the sound of the bathroom door handle being turned just a bit before getting stopped by the lock. Someone, probably her roommate Kendall, needed to use the bathroom. Daisy didn't usually let herself get excited in situations like this. An ordinary person would just wait for Daisy to get out of the bathroom, and then go in. But things were different with Kendall, as Daisy had realized a while ago. Kendall would not wait for the bathroom; she would just go on with her day and hold it. Furthermore, Daisy had learned a bit of the girl's schedule, and knew that her roommate would be going to bed right around now. Excited and full of curiosity, but empty of pee, Daisy stood and pulled up her panties and jeans. She washed her hands, then plucked a single blonde hair off of her head, closed the toilet lid, and placed the hair on it so that it would fall away if anyone – if Kendall – opened it, but would otherwise stay in place. Kendall didn't like to use any bathroom except this one (Daisy liked that about her), so Daisy would be able to track reasonably well whether Kendall had peed even if she couldn't follow her the next day. She burned with curiosity about how long the other girl would last. Just before leaving the bathroom, Daisy put her pencil to the blank space in her notebook entry and wrote 4 minutes, 22 seconds. – 7:54 PM came and Jill was getting desperate. She paced about the stage as she moved various objects between upside-down cups, then revealed that they had teleported to other cups. This penultimate routine was almost over; she finished it off by turning over all the cups, revealing that the colored cloths had disappeared entirely, then, after a moment of suspense, reached into the front of her black suit and began pulling them out (their numbers having multiplied and their colors having brightened since their disappearance). “And now,” she said into the microphone. “For my final trick...” The crowd held its breath, and for a moment Jill forgot about her bladder situation, lost in the euphoria of performance. “I will personally...disappear into thin air!” She couldn't get distracted now. This was the hardest trick to pull off, and if she messed it up it would mean that all of her successes earlier tonight, despite being numerous and impressive, would be meaningless. The show as a whole could be no better than its final trick. Therefore, as Jill readied herself to disappear, she clamped down on her bladder, allowing herself a one-second crotch-grab to make sure she was in control beforehand. So what if some people in the audience saw her? They loved her. She could get away with it once or twice. Jill had control. The clock read 7:59, and the second hand was ten seconds away from the top of its arc. She held her breath and waited for the moment. Backstage now, Jill heard the audience cheering loudly. The show had been a huge success, even for her, and she and her backstage helpers had pulled off a flawless end. But she had no time to stand around and exchange congratulations with them; another 30 seconds and she would be peeing her pants. She dashed to the bathroom backstage, but saw to her fright that it was occupied! She paused and danced on the spot, unsure how to proceed, when, as luck would have it, the occupant finished up and vacated the toilet. Jill slipped past him and closed the door in one smooth motion, then leaped over to the toilet, yanked down her costume bottom and sat down. Pee jetted out for over four minutes; Jill was immensely relieved. – On the morning of January 15, Daisy woke up feeling refreshed. It was a Thursday, meaning she only had one class. She pulled the covers off of her small body and swung her legs around to the side of her bed. Even though she had peed (and emptied her bowels) only 12 hours ago, she felt a mild fullness in her belly. She stood up and padded over to the bathroom in sock feet, taking a look at the sleeping Kendall as she passed. The hair on the toilet lid was undisturbed, so the other girl still had not peed. Daisy took her showers in the evening, so her morning routine was only to brush her short blonde hair until it was nice and neat, then to apply a minimal amount of makeup. Once upon a time she had skipped makeup altogether – why be vain? – but gradually Luna had convinced her that, although it was vanity, it was the good kind. Daisy looked at herself in the full-body mirror that she and Kendall had saved up for in their sophomore year. She saw a short, thin girl with blue eyes and a sharp chin, whose partly-combed blonde hair just touched her shoulders. There was also a coffee-colored stain on the front of her shirt, which was rare, since her small chest didn't stick out far enough to catch many drops. She finished combing her hair in the mirror, then headed out to her dresser to get a new shirt. She picked out a purple polo with a breast pocket, and while she was at it, khakis. It was a young, how-may-I-help-you-today look that only nerd girls could pull off, according to a single, kind remark from Luna, and countless, countless snide remarks from others. When Daisy went back into the bathroom to change and closed the door, her bladder finally spoke up and asked to be emptied. It used a quiet voice, which was proper: it had only been about half a day since her last pee, so, using her terminology, she was still in stage 1 of her hold. She poked herself in the belly when she had her shirt and pants off, and felt the urge worsen for a moment with each poke. She giggled, and put her clothes on. She was just about to leave the bathroom for the morning when she remembered that she still had business in there: keeping Kendall out. Kendall's Thursday schedule required her to get out of bed now, then more or less stay out of the dorm until the end of Calculus class with Daisy, except for lunch. Daisy had just begun to ponder how long she should stay in here to wait for Kendall when she heard that beautiful sound of the doorknob turning an eighth turn, then catching on the lock and stopping. Oh, how Daisy had come to love that sound! She knew Kendall would still be here for a few minutes to brush her hair and gather her books and so forth, but she also knew that Kendall wouldn't be taking a shower today – she did that only every other day – so she had no excuse to wait for the restroom. She squatted in the bathroom until she heard Kendall leave. Back out in the main living area, Daisy checked her planner and saw that she was to study both scripting and botany today. Her Calc IV class wasn't until afternoon, so, ever the early bird, Daisy grabbed the two textbooks and set out for the library. Once there, she studied for two hours, sipping from a large cup of coffee all the while. – Jill didn't have a show today. Therefore, she slept until noon. When she awoke, she sludged out of bed and rubbed her eyes, then stretched her arms and legs as far as they could go, yawning gigantically. She had slept in the previous day's clothes, as was her norm on show nights; when she finally arrived home at around midnight (shows typically ended at 8 or 9, were followed by a signing or some other meet-the-magician event, and then required cleanup) she was always exhausted enough to simply collapse onto her bed as she was. She stood. “Routine” was too strong a word to describe her morning actions, but even she had a few things she did regularly: shower, change, comb hair. Naturally, peeing wasn't on that list, but she already felt a little liquid in her abdomen. After leaving the backstage bathroom the previous evening, she had realized just how thirsty she was and had more or less chugged a bottle of water, then grabbed a second one to have while signing shirts and talking to guests, and finally refilled the second one to drink while she worked on cleanup with the crew. That made three bottles of water in her, minus whatever she might have sweat out since then. She ran her hand over her tummy, applying pressure to her bladder and trying to judge how long she'd make it if she kept that rate up. Not long, she guessed. She stepped into the bathroom of her one-bed one-bath apartment, which was technically a stand-alone house. She rented it alone; the peace and quiet let her make shows of high enough quality that they paid for their own working-condition luxuries. Jill undressed and stepped into the shower. The water was freezing at first, but she ignored it; it helped wake her up. So with the water making her shiver and need to pee, Jill washed herself. She first rinsed her hair, then began washing her body while it soaked. When she was washing her tummy, she pushed a little extra hard on her bladder for fun, and, despite the water being warm now, shivered again. Once she had rinsed herself clean of the soap, she began on her hair. Her hair was long, prone to tangles, and made of thin strands, meaning, contradictorily, that she had to be both rough and delicate with it. She had mastered the art; no hair was lost in the process of cleaning it and applying a round of straightening. After a total of 5 minutes, Jill stepped out of the shower. She stood on the shower mat, feeling its soft fur with her bare feet while swiping drips of water off of her skin. Some water ran down her front in a peculiar way such that it lept off of her skin just as it got to her lower belly, for a moment making it look like she was peeing. What fun would she have with this hold? Her mind wandered to various possibilities – spend Sunday in public, lock herself out of the bathroom, etc. – and she began to get excited and impatient to get on to the good part. She took a glass from the sinktop and filled it with water, then chugged it down eagerly, spilling a little on her bare chest. She was tempted to chug down four or five more glasses, but she resisted the urge. As much as she liked to torment herself, she wanted the hold to last four days this time. And on this special occasion, she knew exactly when her last pee had been: 8:01 in the evening, Wednesday night, right after her show had ended. Jill stepped out into her living room, dry now, and walked to her dresser. She picked out a t-shirt and sweatpants, along with a purple bra and blue underwear. Then, not wanting to forget, she walked naked to a piece of paper lying on the table and wrote “Wed evening, 8:01” on it. Below, she wrote her goal: “Sun evening, 8:01”. Then she put her clothes on. – After her initial study session, which lasted until 9:45, Daisy walked back to the dorm area and took the bus to the coffee shop for a break, a donut, and another coffee. The rationality of the bus system was pleasing to her: one pair of buses circulated between the main campus, the dorm area, and the mall in the center of town; another pair circulated up and down Main St., which was the backbone of the town. At the shop, Daisy ordered a butternut donut and another large coffee. She had brought her laptop, and once she had her food she grabbed some napkins and sat down at a table to work on a paper that was due next Monday. But wasn't she supposed to be taking a break? Yes; exchanging the plodding Botany book for an exciting mathematical essay had been, to Daisy, a break. Besides: she had been out of coffee for the last half hour, and having more allowed her to enjoy not only its flavor, but also some early fantasies about how it would feel when it got to her bladder. Now it was noon. Daisy had returned to the library at 10 and worked through another 2-hour study session. The coffee had long since gone through her system, and although, she mused, a normal girl might be bursting to pee right now, Daisy herself felt only a small urge. She piled her things up neatly, and walked back to the dorms. Hunger had set in; she considered eating at the dorm diner, but then decided to go out to eat instead. So, after putting her books back in their places, Daisy took the bus to the mall, then walked a short distance to get on one of the Main St. buses. What did Daisy want to eat? The restaurants slid by slowly. Pizza? Tacos? Sub sandwiches? Actually, tacos sounded good – she got off the bus and walked back to the restaurant. When she walked in, five or six people were ahead of her. She thought she'd have to wait a while, but the adept cashier handled them all in well under three minutes. When it was her turn, she ordered her usual two soft tacos and large coke. She vaguely recognized the cashier from when she'd been here before: a small African-American girl with large green eyes. A bit of a belly...was that usually there? To her left, she heard a piece of paper flapping in a draft, and by leaning slightly over the counter she could see that it was an “Out of order” sign on the bathroom door. She chuckled to herself upon reading it – who needed public restrooms anyway? Daisy's food was ready soon. – Jill sat at her work table, which was also her food table. It was two in the afternoon; she had spent the first two hours of her day surfing the internet idly and chatting with some of her friends. She had thrown together a plate of nachos and now she was snacking on them as she got caught up on where she was in her latest show, a short play. She had been working on it for a couple of weeks now, and it was getting pretty close to done. It was at the stage (pun intended) where Jill could contact her co-workers and begin giving them preliminary orders for what props and costumes would be needed. She couldn't have described the process she used to catch up, but she had one. There was this character, and that one, and there was that thing that he said to her, and… …and then Jill was working away, unaware of the passage of time, unaware of the uneaten portion of her nachos, unaware of the feeling in her bladder of a little bit of pee already building up. – Daisy didn't like to study in the early afternoon, and since finals weren't for a while, she didn't have to today. She sat on her dorm bed, having just returned from lunch, and wondered what to do. Perhaps Luna was free to hang out? Daisy looked at her calendar. It was not to be; a red line labeled “Luna dance class 1:30-3:00” ran through all the Thursdays. Maybe she would just practice violin. Daisy heard footsteps coming up the hallway. She didn't really notice them at first, but when they stopped at her door she became interested. Who was it, she wondered? As the doorknob began to turn, it clicked in Daisy's mind. She dashed across the room and into their shared bathroom just as Kendall swung the door open. Kendall would know she'd just gone in, but probably not that she'd done it in such a hurry. She waited for the turn of the doorknob. It didn't come. She looked at the clock and saw it was forty-nine seconds past 13:40. She looked down at her feet and tapped her sneakers together idly a few times, counting the taps on her fingers to make sure it came out to a multiple of five. She thought about the slightly full state of her bladder and wished it would fill faster. The usual temptation to chug four liters of water descended upon her, but as usual she ignored it. She used to succumb to it, but she learned quickly that it always lead to a worse hold in the long run; the sheer quantity of liquid would make her feel sick to her stomach, and then the water would go quickly to her bladder, rushing her through stages 2, 3, and early 4 before she could enjoy them. Then she would be left in late stage 4, totally unsatisfied with the amount of holding she had done, but already needing to pee too badly to focus on getting work done, and thus being forced to go before she wanted to. No, the early stages of a hold were necessary, if boring. Daisy needed them to get preemptively caught up on work that she wouldn't be able to do during stage 4, when she would be– The doorknob turned, and clicked against the lock. Daisy put her ear to the door just soon enough to hear a breathy “dangit!” as a pair of feet stepped back from it. The floor creaked once, then again and again, but Daisy heard no footsteps...somebody was shifting their weight back and forth. Daisy's mouth went dry. A minute later, the footsteps left the bathroom door, and Daisy heard the main door being opened and then closed. Kendall had needed to pee since at least last night, and this had been her last chance to go for several hours! It was a while before Daisy could focus enough to play violin. – Jill emerged, as though from a long tunnel, out of her work. She had not finished the play today; an unexpected turn of events in the fictional world had delayed its end for a little longer while additional loose ends were tied up. It would probably require another two days of work. Jill's first thought was of how she missed the days when she could begin work on a project with a more or less empty bladder and emerge only hours later bursting for a piss. Sure, she would need to drink a lot beforehand to make that happen, but it had been doable. Nowadays, the most she could hope for was a considerable, but not emergency-inducing, increase in urgency. She went to get herself a bottle of pop from the fridge, intending to drink the whole thing. She knew the dangers of drinking too much too soon, but this seemed like it would be fine to her; she was thirsty anyway. When Jill opened the fridge, she realized with a start that she was not only parched, but also starving. She looked at the clock and found to her surprise that it was 5:30 in the afternoon. She had worked for a solid three and a half hours. That was good time, even for her. Well, this deserved a treat. She grabbed the pop and headed for the door; she was going out to eat. What did she want? There was pizza, tacos, sub sandwiches... Tacos sounded good. There was a Mexican restaurant near the end of Main St. Actually – pizza. – Daisy considered camping out in her room to make sure Kendall couldn't slip in and pee before their class together commenced. ...She usually didn't get like this, but today she had her eyes dead set on seeing her roommate desperate to pee. She decided not to do that, however. For one thing, she knew Kendall wouldn't have a chance to get back to the dorm to pee, as the girl had complained that she always had to rush from her last class to this one, and for another, she didn't want to be late herself. So, with a sigh, Daisy gathered up her books and pencils and headed for the door, hoping she hadn't made some error in calculations that would have allowed Kendall a chance to use the bathroom. In the final hallway before her arrival at the classroom, it occurred to Daisy that she had to sit next to Kendall if she wanted to enjoy her desperation. She could only control this variable if she arrived after Kendall did, but before the seats around her were taken by randoms. She didn't know if Kendall was there yet, so when she got to the door she slowed to a crawl and peered in as she passed by, trying to see every seat at once. She didn't see Kendall. Alright, plan B. Daisy would walk around a loop in the hallways and see if Kendall was there when she returned...but no, there was a flaw – if Kendall arrived very soon, all the seats near her could be taken by the time Daisy came around again. Instead, she hatched another plan: she would stand outside the restroom until Kendall arrived. No one would take notice of a girl they didn't know waiting her turn to pee, and she could reasonably give up on waiting and head into class when Kendall arrived. (The reason Kendall couldn't use the very restroom that Daisy stood by was that it was quite unclean, and like Daisy Kendall was a little germaphobic). Daisy backed up into the wall and leaned against it, then took out her phone and pretended to look at it as she kept an eye out for Kendall. She usually hated the thought of being seen waiting for the bathroom, but this time she didn't mind, because she didn't actually need to go. Well...she mostly didn't need to go. It wasn't urgent. Finally Kendall came down the hall; Daisy looked only out of the corner of her eye, to avoid getting the girl's attention. She was one of the last ones to arrive, so although Daisy wanted to be more subtle, she had to dart in right behind Kendall in order to guarantee herself a spot. She did this, and, seeing that Kendall had taken a seat with only one empty seat next to it, hastily took that one. The roomies made eye contact. Kendall smiled politely, and Daisy waved and said “Hi.” “Hey.” Kendall shifted minutely in her seat. The class was two hours long. Daisy still didn't know how badly Kendall needed to pee, and if she was going to enjoy watching she would need to keep an eye on that to find out soon. The larger girl hadn't noticed how uncharacteristic Daisy's wave had been – was she distracted already? It didn't take as long as Daisy had expected for the level of Kendall's urgency to become clear. She had toughed out the first five minutes so stoically that Daisy feared she had managed to find a place to pee. But before long she had crossed her legs and began bouncing them up and down in place. Another minute later she stilled herself, but kept her legs crossed, and placed her spare hand in between her lower thighs; after yet another minute, she uncrossed her legs, leaned forward in her seat while biting her lip, and clutched her stomach. She sat up straight quickly and glanced around, then crossed her legs again with as much dignity as she could manage. Daisy's mouth went dry. This was it. She had done it! But Daisy wasn't one to wallow in success. No, her next step was to see if she could prolong Kendall's plight any longer. If she could get back to the dorm before Kendall, by being early or by making Kendall late, she might be able to make her skip yet another toilet visit. Alternatively, even though this was Kendall's last class of the day, Daisy might be able to invent a reason that the girl couldn't return directly to her dorm when it was over. She pondered the three options. Getting to the dorm early was easy: just excuse herself from class a bit before it was over. Making Kendall late was harder, but possibly more subtle: if Daisy left class early and ended up in the bathroom, Kendall would be suspicious – anyone could see that Daisy wasn't one to value bodily functions over education. The third option offered endless possibilities, but there wasn't a clear path to take, nor even a clear question to be answered. How exactly could Daisy keep Kendall with her and away from their room? What kind of plan would she need to come up with? After a moment's thought, it occurred to Daisy that she could ask Kendall out to dinner. Not necessarily on a date, just as friends (Daisy herself was bisexual, but she wasn't sure about Kendall). Were the two close enough for that to be feasible? Daisy didn't have the intuition to tell, but she suspected not; she hadn't made any prior efforts to forge a friendship with the girl. What would it be? The seconds ticked away, and Daisy thought, and Kendall held. “Kendall?” Daisy snapped out of a trance, noticing first that Kendall had been called on, then that she had been raising her hand. Was she asking to use the bathroom?? Kendall asked a question about what the prof had been lecturing on, and as the prof answered, Daisy realized it had been safe all along. This wasn't high school. You didn't ask to go to the bathroom, you just went. And Kendall didn't go, she just waited. She even did so properly, without squirming, when someone like the prof was looking at her...but as soon as the prof went back to his lecture, Kendall began tapping her foot impatiently, and she bit her lip nervously from time to time. Besides turning Daisy on tremendously, this also worsened her need to pee, by the power of suggestion. She didn't need to do a silly bathroom dance, but her bladder stayed on her mind. An hour passed, and Daisy was pretty sure Kendall's need had worsened. She kept her thick legs pressed together or crossed at all times; she kept biting her full lower lip; her wavy brown hair, left unattended while she squirmed, was beginning to get tangly; her pretty blue eyes darted around, as though a toilet would materialize on the wall or ceiling. But only 30 minutes remained in class. Daisy would see some good holding action, yes, but it would be over before it could possibly result in a wetting – which Daisy would relish in. Obviously Kendall needed to pee badly, but it wasn't clear just how badly, nor whether she could be convinced to keep holding for longer. Normally, as thrice so far, if Kendall was denied access to a bathroom, she just skipped that visit. But of course, those had all been when she hadn't needed to go as urgently as she did now. Daisy would need a plan to make sure Kendall didn't insist on a bathroom break, or (even harder to prevent) use a bathroom besides the one in their dorm. And how hard it was to think with Kendall squirming in her seat sexily right beside her! Such is the plight of a pee fetishist, Daisy mused. She considered her options. A dinner date was the most viable among the outings to convince Kendall to go on. Even it had two complications, though: keeping Kendall from stopping for a pee at the dorm before they left, and keeping her from using a public bathroom while they were out. If Daisy had more time, she could take a stab at the latter issue by touring various restaurants and seeing if they had bathrooms or not, but lacking that, she had no way of knowing. She was just about to scrap the idea when she remembered something with a start: the bathrooms had been closed at the restaurant where she'd eaten lunch! It wasn't a particularly dinner-y place, but they were college students; no one would blame her for taking someone there. She knew it was open late, too, having eaten dinner there before. Her bladder pricked her gently in memory of the time she'd had an accident there. Only one problem remained: keeping Kendall from stopping at the dorm first to pee. And, of course, convincing her to come along in the first place. The former she could solve with a well-timed visit to the bathroom of her own, as long as Kendall kept to her normal method of trying once to get a bathroom break, then giving up immediately if she failed. Daisy couldn't know if she would or not, but she didn't think there was another way, so she had to wager everything on the hope that she would. Finally, getting Kendall to come along at all. The direct approach was usually Daisy's favorite – “Hey Kendall, do you want to come get dinner with me?” – but she knew from experience that this wasn't always the most effective, nor was it the favorite of her audiences. Yet the only thing she could reasonably adorn the question with was a reason that the two should meet, and Daisy could think of none. To study? Not while eating. To plan a co-op project? No such project was assigned. To get to know one another? Why? No, the only way to do it would be to ask directly. Ask directly, execute perfect timing to keep Kendall out of the bathroom a fourth time, then go to dinner and hope the bathrooms hadn't been repaired yet. It was settled. Daisy would ask right after class was over, only twenty minutes from now. Kendall's bladder seemed to be getting dangerously full by now. Daisy looked over to see that her legs were crossed and bouncing up and down slowly, and one of her hands kept wandering into her lap. As she watched, Kendall uncrossed her legs with something like determination, indicated by her light stomp after doing so, but after a minute of stoic stillness she was biting her lip and shifting this way and that, and after another her legs were crossed and bouncing again. Daisy watched with increasing fascination as the reality of the situation sunk in deeper and deeper. She had butterflies in her stomach for the first time in as long as she could remember, thinking about taking Kendall to dinner and watching her squirm for as much as two hours more. “Kendall?” Daisy jumped again, and chastised herself for not being more attentive. Kendall had been raising her hand. “How come taking the integral of the square isn't the same as taking the square of the integral? I mean, if you just...if you rearrange.” She flipped through some pages in her notebook. The professor watched her for a minute, then said “I think I know where you're going with this, and I think a lot of people have the same question. Do you want to come down here and write what you're thinking on the board?” Daisy looked back at Kendall just in time to see her hesitate for an instant before she rose from her seat, walked carefully up to the board, and began drawing some diagrams and equations. She stood perfectly upright with straight legs at first, and held this posture the whole time she was writing. But Daisy too knew where she was going with this, and she knew that the explanation would be a long one – especially since it involved a subject they hadn't covered yet. Moreover, this prof was fond of bringing students down to the main platform to have little (or long) dialogs with them, for the purpose of explaining something to the whole class. Kendall had been daring to initiate a dialog in her current state (if she had even known she was doing it). Kendall put the chalk down calmly and listened attentively as the prof spoke about the question. But as the minutes ticked past, Kendall's control started to slip. At first, she only crossed her legs slowly in place and put her hands on her hips, but by the end she was squirming around enough that others besides Daisy might have noticed that she needed to pee. The professor said nothing of it, however, and before the last twenty minutes of class were up, Kendall returned to her seat. Daisy saw that she was red in the face and sweating – neither one obvious from a distance, but both quite clear now. Her control didn't rise above the bouncy crossed legs level for the rest of the class. – Finally, class ended. Daisy had, for once, gathered her things together a little early, so that she was ready to leave before Kendall. She met her at the door. “Kendall!” she said. Kendall stopped awkwardly and regarded her. “Oh...hi!” “I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me tonight...?” It had come out with neither disastrous awkwardness nor suspicious glibness, but Daisy suspected she could have done better. “Oh!” Kendall thought about it. Daisy wasn't sure what to say, but she suspected the cleanest option was just to let Kendall have a minute. Her patience was rewarded. Kendall said “Uhmm...sure! Just let me stop by the dorm, I have to...drop off some things. Then we can go. Sound good?” Daisy nodded. Phase one was complete. They walked most of the way back to their dorm together, walking rather than waiting for the bus – Kendall's decision. Once within 100 paces or so, Daisy executed a plan she had come up with during that walk. “Do you mind if I run ahead? These books are kinda heavy.” “Go ahead.” “Thanks.” Daisy closed the rest of the gap hastily and ducked inside. She darted about the room, doing several things in quick succession before Kendall arrived: put her books down, straighten her desk, grab her coat, and duck inside the bathroom. There, she put on her coat, brushed her hair, and generally tidied herself; she would need to be ready to go out as soon as she left the bathroom. Kendall arrived. Daisy heard her footsteps go from the door to her bed, stand there for a minute while books were plunked down, then head for the bathroom. The handle didn't turn, but it might as well have; Kendall's footsteps stayed right outside the door, shifting back and forth as they had earlier that day, but more vigorously. Daisy didn't budge. As planned, Kendall eventually left the door and opened her dresser to get her own coat, stood still for a minute to put it on, then began returning to the bathroom door. At that moment, Daisy came out, and just as Kendall was about to head into the open doorway, Daisy stepped into her path and interjected “Ready??” It was the most beautifully timed social gambit Daisy had ever pulled off. Kendall visibly looked for a way to turn down Daisy's innocent, excited question in the negative, but gave up after three seconds. “...yeah. Should we go?” Daisy smiled – she couldn't not – and nodded. They headed for the door. END OF PART 1
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