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  1. This is a continuation of my first story in the Eaks Universe. If you haven't read that, you can still read this as a standalone - but reading in order might be more enjoyable ... Episode-1: PrologueJordan wasn't one of those men who avoided "the dirty public loos", or thought men's needs are somehow "indecorous" - he would gladly relieve himself given a chance. But days like today, Jordan was grateful for his large bladder. While most of his friends had spend half the day waiting in line for the measly few porta potties, he had happily explored the festival along with his best friend, Kyle, and his girlfriend, Di. Di had made frequent runs to the urinals, waltzing in and out of the privacy barriers, no waiting involved. But him and Kyle had waited as long as they could before taking a pee break.Though they had guzzled beer from 9am, they waited as long as they possibly could to break the seal. Jordan was almost pissing himself when they joined the bathroom queue at 2pm. When he finally reached the coveted blue box, he couldn't even wait to lock the door, fumbling with unlacing the tight underwear, finally freeing his poor aching penis. He had been much more circumspect next time, joining the queue before he became utterly desperate. He had taken a hard long piss at 3:30pm, just on the cusp of desperation, his body very grateful to flush out the hours worth of beers. Pee Breaks are a delicate balancing act - if a man went to pee everytime he needed to, he would spend the entire festival in the bathroom queue. If he didn't though, well, let's say not all men left the bathroom lines dry. That balancing act meant at 5pm, he was sipping on a lager and resisting the urge to join the bathroom queue again. The festival closed at 5:30pm - he wanted to piss right before leaving if he could. A 3hr journey on a coach without a restroom would be hell anyway, but it would be worse if he didn't pee right before leaving. But before they could finish their lager, the girls had come around to collect everyone. "Time to leave folks! This festival will be over soon, and if we don't leave now, we'll be stuck forever in the parking lot. Come on y'all, no dilly dallying now. Drink up, drink up fast". He had obediently downed his lager and shuffled his feet, wondering how to bring up a quick rest stop. He didn't want to talk to the girls about it, but Jadon knew waiting 3 hours in his inebriated state would be nigh on impossible. He was about to whisper his needs to Di, when he noticed all but one porta potty had a cleaning sign on, and the one functional one had a long line of men waiting. It would take at least half an hour to get anywhere. The girls would surely complain bitterly if they were made to wait that long. And all the other boys had gone around half an hour ago, only him and Kyle stupidly deciding to spend more time chatting and drinking than waiting in the queue. Damn. And Kyle wasn't making any moves to ask for a rest stop - he didn't even look like he needed to. Holding up the whole bus, for his own need? Not cool.As they neared the parking lot, all the women made their way to the nearby urinals "for a final piss". No one asked any of the men if they needed to relieve themselves before boarding. Jadon cursed the organizers for putting up only a measly few porta potties - there were urinals everywhere! Couldn't they have replaced a few with potties? Ugh! No use getting worked up. Whoever said it's a fair world? He'll just have to trust his bladder and wait. As the men boarded the bus, Jadon resigned himself to a long, uncomfortable journey. Sorry about this being so short! I am having a lot of trouble writing the next 'episode' (because I am trying to write one where Di teases Jadon about his desperation - and that's very outside my comfort zone). May be having the first episode out will be extra motivation! * Fingers crossed *
  2. Last night, I did a hold on Live thread and hoped that someone else was live as well. I drank two bottles of water and waited for results. At 21:00 (9 pm). I was holding together with @Selena Luna and tbh, I know i wouldn't have any chance against her since she had already outlasted someone before, so that's why i wanted to hold for like 1 hour or just do what i like the most on this fetish: asking for permission since i was already suirming in my seat, get up and then scissoring my legs, bending forward, resting my head on the drawer/table. I asked if i can go pee and the answer was obviously: "no". I kept holding my crotch tightly with my both hands and moaning/whimpering. It was so difficult to get up or spread my legs. It was like torture for me in that moment, until someone( @PCPort ) saved my day. I continued to hold for only another 15 minutes (21:35 to 21:50). I was bouncing my legs like crazy in hope i will get a good relief soon. It was 21:50, i got up and hobbled towards the bathroom, i pulled down my pants but didn't have time to pull down my underwear too. So i sat down on the toilet and enjoyed a good relief and a wet underwear. Here are some pictures taken (sorry for my hairy legs tho!):
  3. The Preamble (aka Author's Notes, aka About This Fic) Dedications! For @Bangarang and @SAM996, here's a story of intense desperation fueled by bathroom hogging and a baby-proofed toilet. @luckymon2, this is a double desperation at a house party, with the protagonists intentionally delaying themselves relief, so this one's for you too! Fingers crossed, hoping you all like it! On the structure of this fic! I tried to keep it short, I really did, but I couldn't help writing a long-ass buildup. Really couldn't help it *shrug*. It is still too short for a proper multi-chaptered fic, but way too long for a one-shot. So I am breaking this in to parts - * Parts 1 to 5 is the setup & build up. There isn't a lot of actual description of desperation here - it shows the protagonists filling up, and mentions other people bursting for a pee though. * Part-6: About 1k words of pure male desperation, caused by bathroom hogging. If you don't care for the setup, you can read this along with Part-8 as a standalone. * Part-7: About 800 words of pure female desperation, caused by a baby-proofed toilet. You can read this along with Part-8 as a standalone. * Part-8: Double desperation, and conclusion.I will post 1 or 2 parts each day, as soon as I finish the final editing ?
  4. Hey guys, I had a question for all of you. I’ve been going out a lot lately, and after particular leadership conference I went to, with a few desperation sightings, I had a question: where and when have you seen the most desperation? While bars and clubs are a given, I saw desperation in the most unorthodox circumstances. I’m curious, what are some of the places or events where you guys have been where you’ve seen a lot of desperation?
  5. HaruhiSuzumiya

    Capture (DC fanfiction)

    A/N: Starring my OTP, Cyborg and Grid. Enjoy! "W-where am I...?" Cyborg woke up unable to move. His sight not yet clear, the poor teen titan groaned as he shook himself in an attempt to break free. But to no avail. Eventually, as his vision sharpened more and more, Cyborg could make out his surroundings. He was a few feet off the ground in a dark laboratory of sorts. He also realized his groans sounded a bit muffled, like something was blocking his mouth. That's when he heard the unmistakeable cackle of his arch-nemesis, Grid. "You are beneath me, Cyborg!" he snarled, reiterating something he'd said so many times before. But only this time, Cyborg began to genuinely believe his enemy's words. There was nothing he could do to escape his restraints, which had him confined to the wall Grid had tied him to. Cyborg tried to issue a muffled cry in response. Grid simply laughed at his gagged captive's pathetic vocalization and continued with his monologue. "By the end of this procedure, your shivering, frail self shall collapse with no way to recover, and your body will be in my hands," he said. He suppressed a laugh, and then took a few steps toward the weak Cyborg. "Let's get right to it," he mocked. Soon enough, Cyborg was unbound from the wall, only to be bound to a chair in another part of the room. His mouth still covered, poor Cyborg felt useless as his cybernetic powers were almost impossible to utilize in this predicament, and struggled against resigning to his fate of lending Grid his body. At that moment, Grid strutted into the room, his chest up haughtily. He cleared his throat, and then he huffed as he snapped his fingers. Cyborg was directed towards Grid's mechanical, skull-like visage. "If you disobey," Grid warned Cyborg, "you shall experience severe repercussions which will not allow you to live another day." A brief moment of silence passed, and then Grid resumed. "Now," said the sentient cybernetic system, "forget everything and pay attention to me, and me alone; lay back and close your eyes, let your mind drift away." Cyborg hesitated, but he did as he was told, as there was nothing inherently bad about it. His head, which he was ever so trying to clear until he was in peace, lay against the headrest of the chair obediently and his eyes were shut. Grid clenched his left hand into a fist and aimed it between Cyborg's legs, laughing to himself. Suddenly, Cyborg felt an onset of pressure grow in his bladder like a weight ton sitting dormant on his pelvis. As the sensation pressed down on his lower region more and more, Cyborg grimaced and couldn't help trying to squirm a bit. However, he didn't want anything to leak. So he relaxed his muscles, save for his continuously tightening bladder muscle, and tried to remain perfectly still. A few agonizing seconds passed, and then Cyborg decided he couldn't take it anymore. His eyes opened, bloodshot, and he tried as hard as he could to sit up in the chair he was tied to. "Grid..." Cyborg said as best as he could with his mouth taped. Suddenly, he realized it was Grid that was causing him to feel like he had a full bladder. Risking repercussion, Cyborg angrily looked Grid in the grill. "I can control you," Grid taunted, trying to intimidate Cyborg. "I will make your urinary urgency so strong, you would do anything to escape the discomfort and pain. Unless you are able to suffer the humiliation of urinating, of course." During this, Grid continued to increase Cyborg's need to go. Cyborg felt hell raising in his privates; a flow of urine rushing through, and trying so hard to break free from, his bladder. But, of course, Cyborg held it in, as he didn't want even further torment. Eventually, the pressure became too painful for Cyborg. One more minute like this, and it was going to explode. So Cyborg closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and let it all go naturally. A stream of urine came pouring out of Cyborg's bottom, soaking the chair he was in. The steel sentinel had no regrets about it. He needed to find a way to end his misery. Grid watched the puddle of urine form at the bottom of the drenched chair and chuckled. "I knew you were going to do it," he said quite mockingly. He strode over to the heavily relieved hybrid and tore the piece of tape gagging him off his mouth. "Why would you do that to me?" said Cyborg as he found himself able to speak again. "For my amusement. We're not done yet." Cyborg gasped as even more trouble awaited him. He'd already went through that painstaking experience of holding his urine; what more could Grid possibly have in store for him? He was about to find out...
  6. Mad Bladder

    Story Trade Thread

    I apologize if it’s inappropriate to make a new thread like this. If it’s deleted I understand. But I want to do a story trade with someone. I have a short outline and would write a story for that person after. You can see samples of my work on my profile. PM me
  7. The actual story is in the next post, so you can skip right past my rambling ... Preamble --> Ever since I saw this fic, I wanted to do something similar for male desperation. For one thing, I liked the challenge of writing an imaginary world - with rules conducive to omo settings 😄 I felt it was time to experiment - I was comfortable enough with my writing to at least try. While writing in the real world is fun, writing in a dystopian world sounded more fun. My initial idea was the exact reverse of the no Ladies Room scenario - a city where men are forbidden by law to pee outside their home, while Ladies Rooms are in ample supply. I named this world 'Swatch' - I have some ideas for this world (including a semi-believable reason for the rules), the introduction post was 70% done, but then I started rewriting it, and now it is back to 10% done. Anyway I will post a "Swatch Series" about a city without a men's room - someday. But while writing Swatch, I had an idea I liked better. While being forced to hold is hot, choosing to hold is hotter. Especially in the face of temptation. Thus was born the word of 'Shalin', where there are toilets everywhere but not one for use. I hope you guys like this one. This introductory post builds up the world, introducing its rules, through one man's desperate attempt to hold on. If you guys do like it, let me know ... I will write more posts about this world - probably using a different character each time, and add to the rules as we go on. And I will definitely sneak in female desperation at some point soon. Even this intro story has a lot of references to desperate females - couldn't help myself 😄 Warning --> The main character is a misogynist a-hole, with plenty of unsavoury opinions about women's place in the world. If that sort of thing really bothers you, please don't read. Also, just so we are clear - I do not share the opinions. But a misogynist dystopia was what worked for the story line. So that's what you get 😛 What does Shalin mean? It is the name of a fictional city-state. It is used both as the name of the country and as an adjective (So you live in Shalin and have Shalin values). In one of the languages I speak, 'shalin' means something between 'decent' and 'chivalrous' - it refers to behavior that is acceptable (and expect) in civilized society. This "standard of civilized behavior" is what the city-state is all about. So the name.
  8. Today’s Long Pee Hold Today started like any other. I got up at 8:30 AM, peed had breakfast including two mugs of tea and orange juice. I booted up my computer checked e-mail, paid bills etc.etc.. Before I knew it was 12:30 PM, by this time my bladder felt sort of full, I needed to pee. But now business out of the way it was playtime, so I opened omorashi.com. I had not planned to hold my pee today, but here I was enjoying reading posts and responding .As always in this situation I was not going to pee. Another three hours slipped by. I had not gotten out of my chair since I sat down , so I had nothing to drink since breakfast, but I had not peed either .By this time my bladder was starting to bulge and feel very uncomfortable , but I didn’t yet feel it anywhere else. This is less than I expect after not peeing for seven hours. By 4:00PM I felt the first wave of desperation, and I started to squirm and grab myself until it passed. I decided then I was doing a hold until I couldn't. A half hour later the waves of needing to pee became more intense and frequent. I could really feel the pressure building in penis. I got off the computer after eight hours. To make things more difficult, I decided to do the two days of dishes in the sink. Having sat for eight hours the shift in gravity upon standing, and putting my hands in very warm water, quickly made my need to pee extreme. My bladder was starting to hurt and my entire penis constantly felt full of pee. Whenever the pressure at my pee hole felt like my pee was about to come out, I either grabbed with my hand or squeezed my penis between my legs. Near the end of my task, this was almost constantly. I enjoyed the sensation that I was about to pee myself, but I remained dry. My intention was to pee in the shower, but I thought I still could hold some more. I wanted to do some reading, so I got undressed and laid down on my back on my bed, for over an hour. At first all went well but by 6:00PM I was experiencing one wave of desperation quickly followed by another. I was holding myself almost constantly. There was strong pressure at the base of my penis to the tip. It was pee swollen as well. As each wave passed the pressure at my pee hole grew more intense, and, as it passed the pressure settled higher than the previous one. I wanted to finish the chapter now before giving in. It was difficult to focus on my book, constantly holding myself, pee about to come out. I love that feeling; hold on just a few more pages. However my bladder had different ideas. The first leak came around 6:25, 9 hours since I last peed. I experienced several leaks in the next 5 minutes. I peed on my hand, and a bigger leak landed on my thigh and ran onto my bed. I could feel the wet spot in the sheet, and not wanting to get the bed wet, knowing I had pushed it as far as I could; I got up and went into the bathroom. I expected to lose it as I adjusted the water, but I only leaked a little. I began showering, somehow maintaining control, except for a few minor leaks. As I washed my body, I paid particular attention to my bladder area. It felt rock hard, and very full. I gave it a gentle push, which hurt, and I experienced my biggest leak yet. I gave it another gentle push, and my pee exploded from my penis. I peed hard for a good 10-15 seconds, much longer than my average leak or spurt, and I thought I was losing it entirely but with the pressure eased I stopped peeing. I still had to pee very badly though. Nevertheless, I maintained control until near the end of my shower. My bladder knows when I hold through the shower I permit myself to empty it in the tub. Suddenly the desperation was back. I tried to hold on, but after the next leak, I just let go. I experienced a very long gratifying pee.
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  10. SeverusSnapeFan

    malefemale Summer with Snape

    So this is an actual story like with Chapters I just hope I figure where to put the next Chapter. Hopefully just underneath this one but I hope you guys like it. This is male desperation and it will include some bedwetting later on in the story. The main characters are Harry and Snape because I love them both to death. Chapter 1 Harry sighed softly as the shifted in his seat, he hated traveling by muggle means they always took so slow. At the moment he was sitting in the backseat of a muggle automobile also known as a car and was going to his Professor's Manor. Why they couldnt floo was besides him. Why the hell did he hve to spend his Dursely free summer with Snape of all people? He squirmed in his seat again, and looked out the window. He really needed to pee, and was getting borderline desperate as the minutes ticked by. Snape was sitting in the drivers seat, leaving Harry to ponder when his teacher learned to drive. He thankfully was sitting in the back, needing space to lie down, which also meant that he could hold himelf if he needed to. 20 minutes rolled by and found Harry giving himself occasional squeezes to keep his liquid in. Snape was still driving along having not noticed a thing was wrong with his charge. He didnt want to embarrass himself in front of Snape of all people, giving the man more things to taunt him with, so he better speak up. "Professor, how long until we get there?" "We'll be there in about 6 hours Potter." "Oh, do you think we could stop at a petrol station sir?" "Why? Surely your not hungry, if I recall there is food in the basket on the floor." "No sir I'm not hungry." "Then what did you need?" Snape asked getting annoyed. "I just wanted to..uh...stretch my legs sir." He replied hurridley, somewhere along the way his courage vanished. "Right, have you forgotten that you are a horrible liar Potter?" "Sorry sir" "What did you really need?" Snape pressed. "The loo sir," Harry finally whispered. "I see," was all the man said. Harry was grateful that the man had dropped the subject but his bladder was still throbbing and the man never actually said he was going to stop somewhere. Harry found himself involuntarily gasping and moaning softly in an effort to keep it all in. The last time he had used the toilet was that morning when they left Hogwarts. It was now 2:00pm and he really needed to relieve himself, or he would soon have a humilating situation on his hands. Severus could hear the boy quite cleary behind him making noises, surely the boy didn’t have to go that bad? Of course he was putting on extra for the attention, since he was acting Severus figured he wouldn't mind waiting. “Sir please can you pull over?” Harry finally begged, tears springing into his eyes. “No Potter, I’ll pull over in about an hour. You are 12 years old and not a baby so I know that you can and will hold it.” “I really cant sir, I’m not even joking.” “1 hour Potter, now cease this incessant talking.” Harry now had his left hand firmly grasped in his pants, he knew his teacher was cruel but he never imagined the man would stoop this low. What part of he had to pee didn’t he get? He felt a spurt of pee leak out into his boxers before whimpering to himself, he was going to wet himself soon he just knew it. He quickly blinked away the traitorous tears that threathned to fall, and focused on his bladder. As another spurt followed, he found himself frozen in fear, he was going to wet himself in the man’s car. Severus looked discreetly in the mirror where he could check on the boy. The child’s face was beet red and he looked like he was struggling to hold back more then just the tears in his eyes. He had thought the boy was pretending but now he was having second guesses on that. “Potter, when was the last time you used the loo today?” “When I woke up this morning sir,” the boy said as he sniffled. “And you did not think to inform me of this why?” “I didn’t think it was important sir,” he answered. “Foolish child, of course it’s important. The next rest area isnt for another 30 minutes do you think you can hold it?” Severus asked, he was already annoyed with himself for not believing the child, and annoyed with the boy for not speaking up sooner. Harry felt himself nodding that he could but on the inside he knew he couldn’t. He was slowly leaking and he casually looked down to see if his blue jeans had a spot. They didn’t but he knew that if he couldn’t hold on they would. Suddenly he sat rimrod in his seat, as a 2 second spurt leaked into his pants, he could feel his bum getting wet. And ingoring the tears that were now falling freely down his face he squirmed with all his might to keep it in. As he was fighting his bladder, his Professor suddenly swered the car startling Harry. Spurt after spurt came out, and by the time he gained control the back of his pants were soaked. He could feel the pee dripping down his leg. He was wet and when he got out Snape would know what he did. What was worse was that he still had to go really badly. “Are you alright there Potter?” “Yes sir, what happened?” Harry asked trying to keep his voice from cracking on his tears. “There was a dead animal in the road.” “Oh, are we almost there sir?” “In about 15 more minutes we should be. How are you holding up Potter?” “I’m fine sir,” Harry stated miserably. “Are you sure, you don’t sound fine.” “I am sir,” Harry answered. He rocked back in forth trying to keep the remaining pee in, for all it was worth. They had just taken the exit when all of a sudden Harry gasped loudly, startling Snape. His poor bladder just had enough of the abuse and forcibly released itself all over the man’s car. He heard the sound of his pee hitting the floor and he was sure that Snape could hear it too, but the man never said a word. Severus looked in the mirror at the boy who had a look of intense fear in his eyes, he could already guess what happened by the look in the boy's eyes. His face really was an open book at times. They were both at fault here, him for not thinking to take the child's needs into account and the boy for not speaking up. But he shook his head at that, the boy did speak up, he just didnt believe him. Shaking his head at his stupidity this was exactly the kind of thing his father had done to him as a kid, and he knew how the boy felt. It was warm and flowing out of him like someone had turned on the tap and left it on. He tried to stop it but he had no more control over his body, and he sagged in relief. As he finished he found he couldn’t say anything if he tried, he only hoped the man wouldn’t tease him for this. They pulled into the petrol station and parked. “I don’t need it anymore sir,” Harry finally whispered his throat thick with tears. “I realize that Mr. Potter, but I figured you wanted to clean up.” Snape replied gently. “Yes sir, I don’t want to go in there and have them see me like this.” “Mr Potter I am a wizard am I not?” Snape asked sarcastically. “Yes sir” “I will spell you clean, stand by the car please.” Harry slowly got out the car, his trousers were now a very dark blue and when he stood up his pee from the trousors ran into his shoes, it was a horrible squishy feeling. The seat in the man’s car was soaked and the floor looked like someone had wasted a liter of water in it, but the smell gave it away that it wasn’t just water. He felt the rush of warmeth from the spell as it cleaned him. He made no eye contact with his teacher, he kept his face low to the ground and scrubbed his face with the back of his hand. He was 12 as the man had pointed out, and 12 year olds do not have accidents. He got back into the car when the man finished and layed down on the back seat tears once again springing into his eyes. Covering his head with his blanket Harry softly cried himself into an uneasy sleep.
  11. The Dedication For @Bangarang - you asked for a woman hogging the bathroom while a man really needs to get in there. Well the original story I started writing is still a Work-In-Progress - but this one kinda fits your prompt. So till Karen's Karma gets here, I hope you enjoy this ? The Desperation Scale I decided to define my scale in terms of what a person with an average bladder and no shyness would do at this fullness on a long road trip - that's a situation we can all sympathize with after all. And I started at 5, because who cares about fullness till they actually need to pee? 5 - You would stop at the first rest stop you see on the way 6 - You google the nearest rest stop and drive there, even if it is not in the way 7 - You look for the fastest option - a deserted road will do. 8 - You're going behind the next largish bush you see. 9 - Bursting. You will pull over to piss right now - modesty be damned. 10 - The only reason you're still holding is because there's a cop waiting to ticket you for sex crime if you pull it out. You've minutes before it comes out, with or without your permission. The Story Kyle had always thought his large bladder was a blessing. Even as a kid, his natural capacity had saved him embarrassment a load of times. In his early adulthood, he had recognized the benefits of being able to delay taking a piss - from never missing a minute of concerts and football matches, to being able to calmly outwait your opponent at negotiations, never needing to succumb to a bursting bladder was a brilliant superpower. As a result, he had gone about improving his bladder capacity - and at 25, he rarely, if ever, peed more than twice a day. He would take a piss after he woke up around 6am - to start the day nice and empty. Then he would go on his daily 4km run - the flat abdomen, the toned legs and trim build didn't come easy after all. Shower, breakfast with the inevitable cup of coffee, and then cycle an hour to office. By the time he reached office, he has usually consumed at least a litre of water thanks to all the exercises. He keeps well hydrated through out the day - mostly on water. By the time he is done with his day, typically around 4pm, his bladder feels stretched out. 10hrs and 3 liters of liquids would do that to a man. He still waits till he gets home though - why use dirty urinals if you can use a clean one? After years of practice, his bladder capacity is around 2 litres - and he usually pees between 1500-1600mL once he gets home. So no, he is never really desperate - though he is often uncomfortably full, a throbbing sensation in his lower abdomen accompanying him home every evening. A man in the middle of 7/10 zone you could say. Even on the days he goes out drinking with his mates in the evening, he rarely needs to pee before bed. He waits till morning - never liked giving in to his bladder anyway. So yeah, he had the peeing thing all figured out. Till right about now.He had picked up Ruby, his girlfriend, from the airport directly after office yesterday. Taken her to a nice, romantic dinner. Gone dancing and bar hopping afterwards. Had a great time actually.Knowing he wouldn't get home till at least 10pm, he had policed his liquid intake throughout the day - determined to avoid using a public toilet. Not that he had to police it too much - especially later in the night he had drunk with abandon, knowing his bladder will make it home safe. Under a lot of pressure, but safe. And the plan had worked out perfectly fine. Really, it had.He had delayed taking his morning piss till after his run. If truth be told, he was bursting by the time he made it back - he could feel the pee sloshing around his bladder with each step he took by then. Apparently his body wasn't used to holding so early in the morning. But he had made it through the 4kms and didn't exactly have to rush to the toilet. There might have been frequent stops to cross his legs and squeeze his dick shut during the run. But there was no one to see anyway. And the pleasure when his bladder finally relaxed properly (30 seconds that felt like hours) and the pee started gushing out of him, deflating his bladder? That could only be described as orgasmic! As a man who permitted himself to pee only twice a day, Kyle knew how underrated the pleasure of a much needed pee was. He quickly crossed his legs, groaning softly, as pain shot through his bladder. Thinking of your last piss, while almost pissing yourself, is a terrible idea. He kneaded his dick, hoping he could last till the bathroom was free. Probably for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure he would. His entire length was tingling with the need to pee - he has never been this desperate in his life. But then, he has never gone 24 hours without a pee either.He gulped down his pride and knocked on the door. "Hey, you nearly done?" he managed to croak in a trembling voice"Someone's impatient" came Ruby's teasing response.Oh, if only she knew! He couldn't even stand straight - the weight of his bladder pulling him down. He had been standing here, legs crossed, bent double, hands firmly on his crotch, for nearly 10minutes now. Hearing the shower running was torture for Kyle's poor bladder. But he couldn't move away - he had barely managed to walk the 20 steps from his bed to the bathroom without wetting himself. If he had to move his legs even an inch apart, he would wet himself. He just knew it."Babe, I really need to pee" he admitted. He had never had to admit to a need to pee - even as a child, his parents would be the ones admitting a need and taking a rest stop before he became too desperate. But desperate times call for desperate means. He was minutes away from completely wetting himself. By a miracle he hadn't leaked yet - probably the finger against his pee-hole helped (After 5 minutes of waiting outside the door, he had bid goodbye to decorum and kept a finger busy firmly rubbing the tip of his cock. He was naked and cluctching his dick for dear life anyway. What difference would a finger make! The friction had felt heavenly. But the relief had been short-lived - his bladder was way over capacity)"Well, should have peed before bed" she responded a little sarcastically.Ya, he should have. Any normal human being would have. But for the first time, his large bladder had gotten him in to trouble. After that orgasmic morning pee, he had restricted his liquid intake throughout the working day. As a result, when 4pm came around, he was a 5/10 rather than his normal 6/10, inching towards 7/10. When he sat down for dinner at 6:30pm, he was still doing pretty well - just a 6/10. The two glasses of wine and two of water accompanying dinner notwithstanding, when Ruby excused herself to go pee before they left, he hadn't been tempted at all. He was just entering the 7/10 zone - he would be fine.He had let himself drink freely once they went to the disco - he knew the movement would work in his favor if he did start needing a pee, and he would be home soon. By 9:30pm he was at a solid 8/10. Thank goodness for dancing and superb bladder control. His spinchter had no problem holding back the waves - though without his training, or if he was forced to be absolutely still with legs spread apart, he would probably have wet himself.Ruby had excused herself again, but Kyle had decided to reduce his drinking rather than give in to his urges. He couldn't refuse to drink completely - after all, bar hopping had been the point - but he refused the beers and went for shots. 15ml, even drank 5 times, is a lot less than 750.However the diuretic effects were not. As his bladder could attest right now - after they had 7 or 8 hours of sleep to work their "wonder".Still, when they stumbled home at 10:30pm, Kyle had been in control. Ruby had waddled quickly to the toilet - murmuring she was "bursting for a wee". Kyle, in spite of his bladder reaching a very uncomfortable 9/10, had been a gentleman and let her go first. Entering their bedroom, he had merely rubbed his lower abdomen and promised it relief soon. There was a dull ache and a steady pressure at the base of his penis and he had to keep his thighs close together - but he was literally 20 steps away from a toilet. And not like he was unused to controlling his bladder. What could go wrong?Well, a lot actually. Kneading his dick wasn't doing it any more, neither was frantically rubbing against his pee-hole. He could feel a few drops slide out of his tightly clenched spinchter and rush across his urethra. He could feel the dampness against his fingers. Fuck, he couldn't believe this - he was wetting himself!With every ounce of will power he had, he managed to stop the flow. The pain in his rock hard bladder was intense. The waves that hit the base of his dick every few seconds, felt like someone was beating his bladder with a hammer. He looked around the room, looking for any receptacle that would hold at least some of the pee waiting to gush out. Unfortunately there was none. Fortunately though, the shower had stopped - Ruby must come out soon. But he didn't have more than a minute left in him. As he had found out during his "training", once he started leaking, it was impossible for him to stop, or hold back for longer than a minute or two.Oh, why hadn't he peed last night? Oh yes, the curse of a large bladder.As he changed in to pyjamas, his bladder had gratefully bulged outwards, finally free of the restricting jeans. He was so used to his jeans digging in to his bladder, he hadn't even consciously noted the pressure till it was removed. His need to pee immediately reduced back to 8/10 - apparently as a thank you from his overworked bladder. Or, given later events, may be a fuck you.Ruby had come out looking much relieved and enveloped him in a hug. The hug had escalated to frantic kissing - the kissing becoming slow and lingering only once the clothes had come off. All thoughts of peeing had disappeared in the ectasy of finally having her close again (and having space for his bladder to expand hadn't hurt). Sparks had flown on their bed for the next hour - he could swear to that.What hadn't flown out was the veritable flood in his bladder. When they had finally collapsed in each other's arms, he had felt a sharp jolt from his bladder, reminding him of the long held back piss. But he had Ruby in his arms, and it was warm, and post-sex cuddles were the best thing in the universe. Though he was at a 9/10 by then, he knew he could wait some more. Crossing his legs and manouevering his bloated bladder to a slightly more comfortable position he had decided to wait "just 5 more minutes".And fallen asleep. He had woken up with a very desperate urge to pee, at 6:30am. Today. Almost 24 hours worth of pee hammering against his spinchter, demanding to be let loose. He could barely think straight in his desperation - instinct guiding his hands to his cock, rubbing frantically, trying to gain some semblance of control. It was a miracle he didn't wet the bed - he had consumed five or six litres of liquids and not peed in 24hours. His bladder had definitely exceeded its 2L capacity. It had taken a few minutes for the wave to subside enough to let get out of bed. Every movement was tortuous for his over filled bladder. Even when he was training himself to hold, he had never been this desperate. It was definitely a 10/10, and only his extremely well trained muscles had kept him from pissing all over the bed and floor.He had bent double as soon as he stood up - the sudden pull of gravity nearly overcoming his tenuous hold of the floodgates. His bladder bulge was prominent and huge - made even more obvious since he hadn't bothered putting on clothes last night. He had hobbled his way to the toilet, stopping every two steps to grab himself or hold up his rock hard bladder. After what felt like hours, he had found his hand against the door knob. Looking immensely forward to the white porcelain throne, he had turned the knob. That's when he had heard the shower running and almost pissed himself again. Fuck, he couldn't believe it - after holding for almost 24-hours, his body really wasn't in a state to hold it till Ruby finished her shower. He almost screamed in frustration. Oh, he needed to pee so so bad! How could life be so unfair?He really should have splurged on the 2-bathroom apartment, he thought ruefully as he hopped from foot to foot trying to maintain some semblance of control. He thought about begging Ruby to open the door - but his pride and shame took over, and he settled for a frantic pee dance and grinding his cock against his thigh, in a desperate attempt to hold on. It wasn't doing him much good though. After 5 minutes of hearing that shower run, his desperation increased further. He hadn't thought it was possible - but now he could feel a constant wall of pressure at the base of his dick, the litres of hot piss waiting to come out. That's when he had given in and started rubbing the tip of his penis - gaining a tiny little bit of relief.Another 5 minutes had passed before he gave in and knocked. He knew he was minutes away from losing control completely - his bloated bladder producing a constant sharp ache, even though he was bent double and clenching every single muscle. He felt like there was a ton of bricks in his abdomen. There were tears in his eyes from the pain of holding a day worth of piss in. He thought he would piss any second, he thought of the exquisite relief it would bring. He nearly lost it, till conditioning and shame brought him back to reality and he focused his mind on keeping just one muscle tight. And that was 5 minutes ago now. As his fingers dampened from his leak, he croacked out "Please Ruby, I can't wait a second longer".He thought he could feel the over worked muscles loosening, slowly being forced apart, as the litres of piss dug out an escape route, cheered on by the vice-like pressure inside the bladder. If Ruby didn't open up, they would have a huge mess on the bedroom floor to clean up. Even a large bladder has a finite capacity!Something about his voice must have gotten the urgency through, because Ruby opened the door almost immediately - water dripping from her still wet body. Bent double in pain, Kyle couldn't see the concern on her face - he could think of nothing but the toilet as another few drops dribbled out. He just about managed to make it inside the bathroom as drops of pee escaped his fingers and pattered to the floor."Shit, I am sorry babe. Didn't realize it was this bad. Should have said something sooner!" Ruby apologized guiltily. Kyle couldn't even answer - every ounce of his mental power was concentrated on keeping his spinchter locked till he reached the toilet.Every step was agony - even the mincing steps he took jolted his bladder. He dimly heard Ruby saying "babe, just let it go! It's okay, I will clean it up. Just, just pee" - she could see the extreme pain he was in. But he continued stubbornly towards the toilet in slow motion, leaving only a trail of yellow drops behind him.Finally, finally he had reached the promised land. He couldn't even stand up straight - he just hunched over the toilet bowl, balancing with a hand against the flush tank and let his muscles relax. Only a few drops came out, his spinchter not believing it actually had permission to unlock. He cried out in frustration - the pain was insane, and yet here he was was getting only drops of relief.Ruby walked up to him and gently laid a hand against his shoulder. "When was the last time you peed?""7 o'clock." He croaked out. "Yesterday morning" he added through clenched teeth, as he tried forcing his muscles to relax."What!?" was the only response a shell shocked Ruby could muster."Large bladder" Kyle responded sarcastically.As Ruby rubbed soothing circles on his back, his spinchter finally relaxed enough to let a spurt out. And then another. He sighed in relief, though the relatively tiny amounts of pee leaving his bladder didn't reduce the pressure one bit. At least it was better than drops. It took a full 2 minutes before he started peeing with full force, Ruby watching the golden stream erupt from his thick penis in utter awe, hands stilled in surprise at the sheer force of the waterfall. The toilet water was frothing where it hit, little splashbacks hitting Kyle as he sprayed a gusher all over the toilet bowl. He couldn't care less - the relief was exquisite. Not like he could have slowed the stream, even if he had tried. He continued peeing at full force for 30s before his bladder even softened - and it took a good two minutes before his bladder bulge disappeared. He could feel his bladder deflate, the pain reducing as the pee flowed away - though he knew from experience the dull ache wouldn't go away for quite a while afterwards. He could live with that.A minute later, the stream had reduced to a trickle and Kyle could stand up straight again. Ruby kissed him on the mouth as his pee continued to trickle out in to the toilet bowl - the water level a good few inches above normal. When his bladder finally emptied after 24 hours, and Ruby deepened the kiss, Kyle decided Heaven did indeed exist on Earth. The Desperate Cry for Feedback You know the drill ? Please leave your comments and feedback - what worked for you, what didn't? Did you like it? Was the change of tense/time confusing? I am always looking to improve my writing!
  12. The Dedication For @Imouto Kitten and @Nar, here's a story about a young female professor, desperate to pee. (And yes, true to form, I have sneaked in male desperation - but it is a very minor part of the plot, and consumes a minimal amount of words) Some unusual-ish terms, ==> CTF aka 'Capture The Flag' is a training exercise in cyber security, where a team attacks a computer system trying to steal some information (the metaphorical flag), and another team tries to protect the system. The exercise stops once the flag is captured (yay, attackers!) or the clock runs out (and the defense win). It can get very competitive, like just about anything else a bunch of nerds indulge in. And of course there is no pause button. ==> A salwar-kameez looks like http://www.sudarshansilk.com/celebration-patiala-salwar-kameez-dress-material-35157.html. It has many avatars (just like a "dress" can come in a multitude of styles), commonly worn by women in South Asia. This is the specific style Nuria wears in the story. ==> Eve, along with Alice and Bob are common names used to describe communication, in networking textbooks. Alice and Bob have conversations that Eve evesdrops on. It's the great old love triangle ya know. The Story Mark watched in fascination as their teacher entered the room. She looked younger than most of the students, standing at just under 5-feet, with a petite build. Well, it wasn't too strange Mark reminded himself - she was after all just 23. Nuria had caused something of a stir when she had been hired as faculty at the University aged just 21, in Mark's first year of college. The headscarf wearing, mild-mannered woman, with South Asian roots, who looked young enough to be in high school, was no one's idea of a 'professor'. Yet she had been assigned to teach graduate level classes. Mark could still remember his brother coming back to the dorm in a rage, talking about "affirmative action" and "just because she is brown and a woman".As you can guess, a bunch of 23/24 year old men (and yes, mostly men - cyber security had precious few women) did not take kindly to Nuria's authority. However that girl genius, with two PhDs, had wrested respect out of those skeptics. To the extent that Mark's brother, no longer foaming at the mouth about affirmative action, had begged Nuria to be his PhD guide. Nuria had built her reputation on her harsh but just discipline and excellent teaching skills. Her cyber security courses were widely considered THE best in this University, and this University regularly ranked amongst the top-5 in the world for anything related to computing. Her discipline was as legendary as her lectures - she didn't tolerate tardiness. If you were late by more than a minute, you weren't allowed in. You weren't allowed to leave for any reason - rather you were allowed to leave any time you please, but you weren't allowed back in. Mark's brother had told him how he almost peed his pants, because he didn't dare leave her class. He had literally run to the toilet after class, clutching his dick shamelessly and peed a gusher at the nearest urinal - completely ignoring etiquettes to 'mind the gap'. He just couldn't make it to the 'acceptable' ones further away. And a lot of others had suffered the same fate at different times - it was a running gag in the men's dorms by now.Well, in short, by the time Mark reached his third year, Nuria was a living legend. She taught an introductory class in cyber security for undergraduates, and they had to open the auditorium to fit all the students who registered. Today, Mark was seated in the front of that auditorium, albeit at the extreme corner, because coming even an hour early didn't guarantee you good seats here. He was in awe of the woman who was his professor but still looked like a high school kid. She was dressed in her signature long sleeved top that came down to her knees and a loose, pleated trouser, with a headscarf wrapped over her hair - apparently it's a nod to her South Asian heritage, a salwar-kameez. Usually she was known for her impeccable composure and being in her classroom 5minutes before time, but today she looked a little haggard as she rushed in just as the clock stuck 2pm, biting her lower lip.Mark remembered his brother had told them about this elite CTF that Nuria had arranged for her best students, apparently against some world famous Russian team. That explained why she was late - they had scheduled it for 8:45 - 1:45, Nuria treating her warriors to pizza and Coke in her office for making them skip lunch (and also to keep them piped up through the marathon exercise). Must have run late there. Nuria came to the front of the stage and introduced herself.Mark wondered if it was his imagination, or was Nuria really standing stiffly with her legs unnaturally close together, as she introduced herself? Mark's cock twitched as he thought about Nuria consuming cans of Coke with her students and then being forced to come to this class as her students rushed for the toilets. Her dress was too loose to show a bladder bulge, much to Mark's disappointment. Mark woke himself up from his day dreams as Nuria walked over to the white board - time to pay attention.30 mins in, however, Mark could only pay attention to the way Nuria occasionally pressed her legs together, how her entire body would go stiff for a few seconds. She had done it at least 5 times now - and she was constantly moving around the stage. That might have been just her style, taking in the whole auditorium, but even when she was writing on the board, her right leg was jiggling constantly. Like she couldn't possibly stand still.Mark was pretty confident that his professor was in urgent need of relieving her bladder. The class lasted 90 minutes - this promised to be an intriguing spectacle. Mark idly wondered when the woman might have last emptied her bladder ... She lived off-campus, with her parents, and drove the 1hr to University every day. May be she hadn't peed since leaving home, say at 7:30 to make it in plenty of time for that CTF? Oh, she must have a truckload of piss in there! Mark would have simply burst if he had had to hold in his pee for 7 hours.Nuria took another sip from the water bottle on the lectern, giving the class some time to write down the notes. Mark couldn't be bothered - he was busy watching Nuria. Her body was hidden by the lectern, but the advantage of sitting at an extreme corner was Mark could see the left side of her body. Her legs were crossed together, knees bent and a look of concentration on her face. He drank in the image, noting the clenched jaw, the stiff upper body, and furiously jiggling legs even as her thighs remained pressed close together. He couldn't see her right hand, but it was definitely below the lectern, and he had a pretty good guess about where that was shoved, while her left furiously clenched the marker.Then, much to his disappointment, she walked to the front of the stage as if nothing was wrong. May be holding herself had reduced her urgency - Mark knew how the urge could disappear for some time, only to return with double the urgency. He just prayed that return happened before the end of this class.He concentrated on the lecture as Nuria went on, her tightly crossed legs, tiny steps and the frequent biting of her lower lip the only indication of her bladder situation. It was clear that she was trying her best to hide her situation from the students. Understandable. What would happen to her iron discipline and cult status if she pee danced in front of the undergrads? Or worse, broke her own rules and left the room? But as he continued drinking in the subtle tells, Mark felt sure that redoubled pressure would arrive very very soon and force the professor to lose her calm.Miraculously, it didn't arrive till after the hour mark had passed. She stopped right in the middle of describing Eve's activities and bent forwards - it barely lasted 5 seconds and by the time students had looked up from their notebooks Nuria had straightened up and resumed speaking. But Mark had been watching for this precise moment, and his cock started to harden. It didn't help that he needed to pee himself - coming in an hour early to get a good seat had been worth it, but was also taxing his bladder. Unfortunately (or fortunately) that just turned him on even more.Mark took shallow breaths and tried to think "boring thoughts" to prevent a full blown erection developing. However Nuria moving to behind the lectern didn't help at all. He could see her legs were crossed tightly now, and as he continued staring she put her marker down on the top of the lectern and used her free hand to press against her pussy. Fuck, this was getting too hot for Mark.For a rookie professor who had had to claw respect out of entitled men, openly holding herself, with both hands no less, must have been a last resort. She must know the lectern couldn't cover her totally. It must be either holding her crotch or wetting herself, and she had chosen the lesser of the two evils. Mark was fascinated to note how her voice remained mostly steady. However there would be a cute little hitch in it every few minutes.His really cute professor, fighting to hold back an overfull bladder, in front of an auditorium of students - this was the stuff of dreams! Mark didn't hear a word more for the remaining 15 minutes - instead he noted how Nuria kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, how firmly she was biting her lips, how swollen her lips were after being bitten down in utter desperation for the better part of an hour, that look of pain that shadowed her face once or twice. And most damning of all, how her right shoulders hunched forwards. She must have realized her right side was actually totally shielded from view since the lectern was next to the wall - privileges of the altitudinally-challenged. But a hawk-eyed desperation lover like Mark knew all the tell tale signs. That shoulder had come forward because the arms had gone below her kameez and probably inside her salwar to press directly against her pee-hole - the last stance of an absolutely desperate professor.She finally concluded her lecture with just a minute left in the period. By now, her voice wasn't exactly steady - at least Mark could hear the tremor that came from utilizing every last bit of strength to hold back a flood. No one else seemed to notice however, so Mark chalked it up to his ultra-sensitive ears or overactive imagination. His dick was quite sure it was the former, even if his brain was not, and stood erect in anticipation. Fuck, this class had proven to be way more than he bargained for.As the bell rang, he noticed Nuria stood quite still. He had expected her to make a beeline for the toilet as soon as she got a chance, but apparently she didn't trust herself to move. Instead she informed them about her office hours and told them they are free to leave. Mark's bladder chose this moment to give a particularly strong twinge to remind him why leaving was a good idea. But his cock definitely had other ideas.Shielding his erection using the laptop and notebook he was carrying, he decided to approach Nuria on stage. Standing up was torture for his poor bladder. He had drank a ton of coffees since morning, and though he had peed just before entering the class, 2.5hrs had apparently been enough time for his bladder to fill up. He ignored its pleas in favor of his penis - this was an once in a lifetime opportunity!Nuria straightened up as he approached the lectern. For a fleeting moment there was a look of utter pain in her eyes, followed quickly by desperation, and shame. Mark asked her random questions about the course, questions he already knew the answers to, but to his disappointment she didn't even so much as fidget as she patiently answered him for about 5 minutes. By then the auditorium had almost emptied, and Mark's urge to pee was overtaking the rush of blood to his cock.As he left the auditorium though, he suddenly had a wild idea. It was improbable - but he needed to confirm it. There was a trophy cabinet just beside the door - he turned around and pretended to admire the trophies, while his bladder throbbed and begged for release. His penis was also begging for release of a different kind - but he had to endure both stoically. After 5 more minutes, when the last stragglers had left, Mark finally saw Nuria herself emerge from the auditorium. Out of the corner of his eye, he followed her movement as she turned in the direction opposite the trophy cabinet and took small mincing steps. Oh, clearly she was still bursting - Mark had been wrong.Sighing in defeat, he moved to Plan B - Nuria was likely making her way to the nearest toilets. There were no designated faculty toilets here - actually there were just two chubby holes beside each other marked "Ladies" and "Gents", a relic from the old days before this place became an auditorium. Well, she definitely didn't look like she would make it to the faculty toilets in the cyber security building - so she must be headed to these. Mark needed to release his load soon too, so might as well as follow her and pray the dividing walls are thin.As he turned around, his cock almost danced in excitement. He hadn't been wrong. In the bright light of the corridor, he could see the bunched up material of Nuria's salwar, between her legs, was two shades darker than the rest. So he was right about the secret behind her calm while answering him. He was wrong about how extremely full her bladder had been. As he walked behind her, trying to make as little noise as possible, Nuria stopped again. He saw a dark line emerging from the bunched up material, following the pleat right to her feet. He nearly gasped in surprise, as Nuria stood still for about 30s - the material of her dress gradually darkening further. Absorbent cotton, Mark thought vaguely, as his spinchter shivered in envy, wishing to unload its own contents.Much to his surprise, Nuria continued her walk to the toilets - still hunched forwards, as if her bladder was still, after nearly drenching her salwar, weighing her down. Mark waited for Nuria to enter the ladies cubicle before rushing in to the gents. He immediately pointed his cock in to the toilet bowl, barely managing to balance the laptop on the flush tank, utterly desperate to pee now. However, nothing happened - he needed to take care of his erection first.Just then he heard a low moan from the other side, and what sounded like frantic tugging on clothes. He could totally imagine Nuria having a hard time pulling off that drenched piece of clothing, bursting to pee, inside a toilet, with no way to pee. That nearly took him over the edge, as he firmly stroked his member. However it was the sound of a jet of piss hitting the water that finally brought him to climax. Biting down hard on his lips to keep from moaning, he cummed all over his hands as Nuria continued peeing a gusher in the next cube. And then Mark's bladder was finally able to push its contents out - he couldn't stop the moan this time. He took a fast, hard piss, water frothing in the bowl as his clear stream hit it. However when he finished, he heard Nuria's stream still going steadily. Mark's cock almost hardened again at the thought of the sheer volume of piss his professor had been holding back. He sat down on the toilet and listened to the stream finally slowing in to a trickle, followed by a relieved moan.He waited till he heard Nuria leave. Only then did he get up and wash his soiled hands, and flushed his piss and cum down the drain. He went through the rest of the day in a daze. That night however, he cummed more than once, with the image of a very wet salwar in mind. The Author's Note I wanted to try something different - been writing a lot of similar desperation scenes ... So I ended up writing this as a sighting - let me know if that worked for you or whether you hated it?
  13. jb2ja

    Lauren's Game

    The following story contains mostly male desperation. Lauren's Game ============ Lauren and Troy had only just arrived at the store, and already they were behind schedule. They had precisely 35 minutes to pick out a birthday present for their close friend Kate, check out at the register, and get back to the bus stop if they were to make it to the post office before closing. Even postmarked today, it might arrive a day late if the stars weren’t quite in alignment. “We don’t have a lot of time,” Lauren remarked as they proceeded into the store. She started at a clip toward the back corner of the store, housewares, which she thought would be the best place to start. Troy tried to keep pace. Before they’d even gotten ten steps past the entrance, the couple passed a door labeled “Women.” A moment later, “Men.” Troy attempted to seize the opportunity. “Let me just offload that soda I drank before we get into this,” he told Lauren, starting toward this latter door. Lauren checked her watch mischievously, feigning a small amount of annoyance. “Babe, we really have to find them a present and get to the post office. Can you just wait until we find something, and then you can pee while I’m paying for it?” Lauren was, perhaps, not being entirely honest in her motivation to delay him. The truth was she got a little bit of a rush, sometimes, trying to delay Troy’s bladder just a bit. She’d never told him, of course; and she was careful not to get carried away. But there was something exciting about knowing that her boyfriend was approaching a full tank. Besides, it really would be more efficient if he waited. Troy looked slightly annoyed at the suggestion---it’ll take sixty seconds, one could almost hear him thinking. And you were the one who encouraged me to get the large soda at lunch, he might add. But he didn’t protest. “Alright, where do we start?,” he asked, getting down to business. Lauren led her boyfriend to housewares, where they began perusing the options. Some scented candles? Lauren could scarcely concentrate on the options, what with all the excitement happening in her boyfriend’s pants. And her own pants. She could do with a visit to the little girl’s room herself. But if she’d done that, there would’ve been no way of stopping Troy from doing the same. And then the game would’ve been over before it even started. “Which of these candles do you like best?,” Lauren asked, indicating three that she’d pulled from the shelves. “They all look fine to me,” Troy told her, glancing at his watch, “Why don’t you just pick one while I pop off? I trust your judgment.” “Don’t you care about getting Kate a nice gift?,” Lauren teased him. “I want your input. And they’re scented---you have to actually smell them to make a decision. Here, this one’s called ‘Lemon Waterfall.’” She handed him a yellow candle. Troy reluctantly held it up to his nose. Lauren studied him for any reaction. She couldn’t pass up the chance to tease him just a little bit. That was part of the fun of the game---trying to appear innocent while being not quite. “That’s nice and summery, isn’t it? Like a great big pitcher of lemonade, sloshing around as it gets passed from person to person at an outdoor picnic.” “Yes, it’s nice,” was all Troy said in reply. He seemed less than fully enthusiastic. There was some ensuing discussion of the other scents, not all of which was contrived as part of Lauren’s game---it really was hard to settle on just the right item. “Ooh! Kitchen things,” Lauren shot off across the aisle, beckoning Troy to follow. Yet another set of discussions ensued. Troy remained unenthusiastic maintained a mostly patient demeanor as they considered a wine rack and various kitchen appliances, before ultimately circling back to a pair of scented candles. With the gift picked out and the two of them in line at the register to pay for, Troy indicated that he would pop off now to relieve himself. “Let me make sure I have my credit card before you disappear,” Lauren said, unable to resist delaying him just a little longer. As she dug through every compartment of her purse except the correct one, she wondered silently just how badly he needed to go. Probably not all that terribly badly. She herself was merely approaching the high end of uncomfortable; and past experience would suggest that she filled up faster than he did. Eventually, she relented and pulled out the card. They didn’t have a lot of time to get to the bus stop. With any luck, Troy would make it back in time to take over in line so she could empty her own bladder while he checked out. As much fun as she was having with her little game, she did not want to put their rest stop in jeopardy. The post office did not have a customer restroom; and, while she could probably hold it until they got home if she absolutely had to, it would not be a pleasant experience. Lauren studied Troy’s motion as he walked off in the direction of his relief, hoping for some clue as to just how much fluid was built up between his legs. She couldn’t help but imagine him carrying just as much as her own body did at that moment. He probably didn’t---probably wouldn’t have let her draw it out that long if it were that bad. But it was a tantalizing idea, every step reminding him just how full he was, the stream that would pour from his penis when he finally got to let it out. If only they weren’t under such tight scheduling constraints, she’d have been secretly hoping for a little bit of a line to delay him longer still. She pictured him shifting a little as penis after penis from the line in front of him lazily dribbled far less urgent loads into the urinals---loads that got addressed first because she hadn’t let him join the line when he’d first wanted to. But even if she had the power to somehow magically conjure such a line, this wasn’t the time for it. They had places to be. And she had her own stream that really needed to pour out. As if in answer to that thought, Troy rejoined her in the checkout line remarkably quickly. “All better?,” she asked him with a smile. “Closed for cleaning,” he muttered. “Oh, um...” Lauren blushed a little. Part of her felt a bit guilty. Troy could’ve peed when they first arrived if she hadn’t been playing games with him. But a larger part of her was rather enjoying the predicament---Troy had to keep resisting that pressure on his sphincter, that nagging tingle at the base of his penis that could only be held at bay for so long before it came out of its own accord. Her heart pounded in excitement at this image of Troy---such a big, strong man in such an uncharacteristically vulnerable state... Clutching his manhood, unable to control his own body. But what of her body? Lauren checked her watch. Less than ten minutes until the bus would leave, and there were still a couple people ahead of them in the checkout line. They didn’t have time for this. If she was going to pee, it was now or never. And she really did need it to be now. “Is the ladies room open?,” she tried to ask as gently as she could. “Yeah, it is,” he replied tersely. Lauren got a rush at the idea of wetting while Troy couldn’t. And it must have shown on her face, because Troy suddenly looked a bit cross. Maybe a little more sympathy over the men’s room had been in order before dismissing his need in favor of hers. Her bladder twitched as she weighed her options. Would it be wrong for her to go? The fact that she’d pressured him into this situation didn’t exactly earn her any karma points. But for her to go pee did seem like the logical course of action---at least to the extent she could think logically while delirious with the power of this fantasy playing out before her eyes. Based on historical data, she rationalized, he probably didn’t have to go as badly as she did. He could probably hold it for the rest of their excursion in a lesser state of agony than she would face if she were forced to wait---She wasn’t entirely sure she’d have made it home at all. She was in control for the moment; but an hour is a long time when your bladder is full. “Do you mind if I…,” her voice trailed off, partly embarrassed by her actions but mostly overwhelmed by the rush of the situation. She was asking for permission to pee. Permission she desperately needed. Permission that the universe refused to grant him. What if misery wanted company? Can you just wait, she imagined him throwing her own words back at her. But then she had the trump card in all this. She had access to the ladies room. “Yeah, go ahead, I’ll take care of this.” Troy gestured toward the register. “I’ll meet you out front.” Lauren walked quickly to the bathroom, only seven minutes left until the bus. In hindsight, she probably shouldn’t have dragged out the game so long. Sure enough, the men’s room had a sign propped in front of it. “Closed for cleaning.” The ladies’ room, however, was freely welcoming those endowed with the appropriate genitalia. There were other women in there; but---thank god---a free stall. 5 minutes to the bus. She shot inside of it and tore down her pants and underwear. Her bare butt hovering over the toilet, she peed as fast as she could. It was quite a stream, as was a common side effect of her keep-away game with Troy’s restroom access. But that too was part of the fun---both people holding. She shuddered in an almost sadistic pleasure at the thought of Troy’s own penis wanting to unleash a stream just like her own, wanting to feel that same sensation of it coursing down the line and out the exit. Lauren wiped as quickly as she could, indulged in only the most cursory of hand-washing, and shot toward the store-front bus stop still drying her hands with the paper towel. She threw it in a nearby trash bin just as the bus was pulling up. In continuation of the fates’ apparent cooperation with her fantasy, all of the bus seats were taken. They would have to stand, hanging on to the rail as they got jostled around. She really was starting to feel a little bit sorry for Troy. It was only supposed to be a little game. Still, her guilt notwithstanding, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying this. Having had a much-needed pee mere minutes ago, her bladder seemed to remember exactly how it felt to be full, exactly what Troy must be feeling right now. But just how badly did he need to go? That sense of mystery made the whole thing even more exciting, as her good and mischievous sides each hoped for different answers to that question. It was enough, though, that he’d wanted to interrupt their shopping more than half an hour ago to address it. That didn’t sound trivial. As Lauren and Troy stood waiting on the bus, Troy reflected on the chain of events that had led to the present moment. Lauren was generally a very patient person; but unnecessary restroom breaks had long seemed to be the one exception to the rule. Today, they’d been under schedule constraints, so it was no surprise she’d been a little testy about any possibility of delay; but even during otherwise carefree days, a request for a rest stop seemed to garner the question “Can’t you wait?” even when he was fairly certain she must have to go too. (At least she was equitable in her impatience, Troy thought.) And so, as general rule, Troy tried not to request a break when it was only of the would-be-nice variety. If that was Lauren’s one major peeve, then he would try to accommodate it. When they’d first passed the store’s restrooms, it had not been urgent, but perhaps of the would-be-very-nice variety. He probably wouldn’t have asked if they hadn’t been walking right past them; but if she were really so concerned about minimizing interruption then surely that had been a reasonably efficient opportunity to address his filling bladder. And, clearly, she’d needed a break as well. But if it would make her happy, he’d reasoned, there was no great harm in holding it until checkout. Or so he’d thought. That closed-for-cleaning sign had come at a most inopportune moment. Part of him wished it had been the ladies’ room that was closed, just to give her a taste of her own medicine. But to be fair, she couldn’t have been expected to foresee that monkey wrench. Fair or not, though, Troy couldn’t help but envy Lauren’s freshly empty state as the contents of his bladder sloshed inside him with every bump and turn of the bus. It was going to be rough if he had to hold this all the way home. He tried to think through his options. The public front-end of the post office was quite small. He was fairly certain there was no customer restroom there. Maybe if he asked nicely they’d help him out? Or was it some kind of federal offense to let strangers back/ where the mail is? What about the surrounding areas? It was mostly residential, immediately around the post office. He could maybe try to find a secluded spot among some trees if he really had to. The other side of the street maybe had somewhere he could go; but it was a busy street and there weren’t any crosswalks in the immediate area. The most quickly-accessible semi-public bathroom was probably several blocks north. Can’t you wait?, he could almost hear Lauren objecting. But she’d had a chance to pee. She couldn’t very well object now. The bus came to a stop outside the post office, the change in motion very much registered by Troy’s bladder. He tucked his penis gently between his legs, squeezing his thighs together slightly to counter the sudden impulse to let it fly. After the two had disembarked and the bus pulled away, Troy resolved again to address the matter. “Hey, Lauren, I need to find a bathroom. What do you say we split up? You mail the package; and I’m just going to head down that way until I find something.” “I’d rather not---I can never remember Kate’s address,” Lauren began to object. “I can text it to you while I walk,” Troy countered. “Can you please just tough it out a little longer, babe? Then we’ll find you somewhere to go, I promise.” Troy was not thrilled with her resistance. He really did need to go. But it probably wouldn’t take long to mail the package. And call it idiotic male ego, but he didn’t much care for the idea of admitting things were getting urgent. He liked to project an image of being strong and in control. And for some inexplicable reason, she looked like she really, genuinely didn’t want to split up. How could he say no to those big, brown eyes looking up at him hopefully? Of course he’d hold it for her if that would make her happy. So he tensed his sphincter further still; and the two of them walked inside the post office. There was a short line, which they joined. Troy maneuvered himself behind Lauren’s back, giving his penis a brief squeeze. Lauren seemed very interested in engaging with him, though, and quickly maneuvered back into a side-by-side stance, putting her arm around his back. When they finally got to the front of the line, Lauren asked for a shipping box as Troy leaned against the counter, discreetly giving himself another squeeze. “You wouldn’t happen to have a public bathroom here, would you?” he tried to ask as casually as he could. “No, sorry,” the clerk replied, handing Lauren the box and a mailing label to fill out. Troy grimaced a little. His lower abdomen was getting quite swollen. Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed to tough it out. Lauren filled in the return address and the recipients name, and then slid it over to Troy to fill in the details. “What was it? Oak street?,” she asked him. “Pine street,” Troy replied, reluctantly pulling his hand away from crotch in order to accept the pen she was handing him. “Right, Pine street...” She put her arm around him again. He could help but bounce a little as he filled in the address. His bladder felt so swollen. He hoped she’d mistake it for nervous energy. With their mission finally accomplished, the two emerged from the post office a mere ten minutes before closing---just in time. “I’m just going to pee in the woods,” he told Lauren, trying still to make it sound like a matter of convenience rather than absolute necessity. Internally, however, he was getting quite frantic. “You sure you don’t want to just hold it until we get home?,” Lauren couldn’t resist asking, “The bus will be here any minute.” Troy curtseyed a little. A small spurt escaped from his penis. His hand shot back down to his crotch, squeezing tightly to stem the flow. “No, I think I’d better not,” he told Lauren, blushing slightly, and went off toward the trees without waiting for a response. He was trying not to admit it to her, but he was out of time. “I’ll come stand guard,” she chased after him. His fly was unzipped the moment he reached the tree line. As he hobbled into the woods, he withdrew his penis, squeezing it tightly in his hand as he tried to make it a few steps further. A long spurt shot out of him uncontrollably, splashing onto the ground. In another step, he’d given up entirely, letting it flow furiously, leaning against a tree for support as his whole body nearly buckled from the relief. The hissing sound was something incredible. Lauren circled around to get a view of the action. One would think he had a gallon inside of him from the way it kept pouring out of him. All because she asked him to hold it for her. Her heart pounded in her chest. After his stream slowed, first to a trickle and then to a sputtering stop, Troy put his penis away and rezipped his fly. A tiny wet patch remained as a reminder of his struggle. He tried to adjust his pants so it would be less obvious. “You looked like you really need that,” Lauren remarked, drawing excitedly closer. “Yeah, well…,” Troy tried to think of a way to brush it off. But Lauren didn’t want it brushed off. She put her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him passionately. Today’s game had gone far better than she’d expected.
  14. I was browsing through old stuff I'd written when I came across this. I don't remember when I wrote it or for what purpose, and it's not really a story so much as it is the introduction to one. There's not a whole lot to it, but hey, I liked it and figured I might as well share what I did end up writing. Note that this story is written from the first-person perspective of one character; this isn't an actual experience or anything. It's all fiction. --- My girlfriend is amazing. Perhaps extraordinary would be a better word. I've always been pretty laid-back and relaxed about things. I find that life is too short to worry much about the small things, especially if they're not enough to really cause a bother. I mean, I know that there are probably some guys who would have problems with the fact that their girlfriend is stronger than they are by a large margin, or that she has some kind of power that you don't understand and can't really comprehend. It can be scary to look at things like that, but from my perspective, I just think of it in terms of "My girlfriend can really kick some ass" and I'm proud of her. When your girlfriend is the kind of heroine who's out there busting her ass to keep megalomaniacal creeps from ruining things for everyone, it seems to me that a little humility is in order anyway. I don't have a problem with indulging in her kinks and desires, being on the bottom during sex once in a while, and being the one who wakes up every morning to make the coffee. I enjoy the current state of affairs, and as of late, there haven't been many crazy people thinking they can get away with grandiose shit. Thing is, if they knew what I knew, they might get away with more. Yeah, my girlfriend is super strong, amazingly resilient, sharp as a tack and amazing in bed, but she's got one really huge weak point. A weak point only I and someone else know about. Let's be honest here - I'm kind of a pervert, and so is she, we've got some fetishes between us that are probably well out of the mainstream, but that doesn't ever stop us from having fun. What she doesn't know, however, is that I know her weak point, and as of late I sold knowledge of it to someone who's been having me make use of it in... creative... ways, ever since. This morning would be no different, as I opened my eyes, put on my glasses, and paused for the minute or so it would take me to build up the willpower to get out of bed and downstairs to the kitchen. The knowledge of what I was going to do, however, made that much easier, and as carefully as possible I eased out of bed so as not to wake her up, slipped on some clothing and tiptoed down into the kitchen, where I had left my phone charging. While I filled the coffee pot with water and got a filter and grounds out of the cabinet, I turned on my phone, and checked it for new messages. The one I had been hoping to find was there. Stakeout today. Give her an extra dose - M. I admit, it's probably a bit strange for someone to get an erection from making coffee. It wasn't just the making of the coffee that aroused me, though - it was the coffee-like substance that I plucked from a hidden corner of a spice cabinet. I took two pinches of the fine powder from the pouch and added them to the coffee, then poured in the water and set the pot in place as the coffee began to drip. You see, my amazing girlfriend's one big weakness is her bladder. Not that it's weak - not by a long shot. Her bladder is more like one of those containment devices for nuclear waste. Nothing leaks out of it for like, fifty years, unless someone tampers with it. In this case, the person doing the tampering was me. I was hard as a rock by now, but thankfully as a male I could write this off to normal morning wood and not look suspicious in the slightest. The coffee brewing, I tiptoed back up the stairs, checked the clock, and kissed her on the cheek gently, whispering in her ear: "Come on, babe. Time to get up." The short blonde hair shifted slightly as she rolled onto her back, letting me see her cute face with eyes still closed, and I kissed her again on the lips, this time met by a tongue which quested out from her mouth and tried to gain entry to mine. That was definitely no sleepy reflex kiss. "Already?" she asked with a sleepy murmur, and I nodded, despite the fact that her eyes were still closed. "Shit, I have to piss. I had too much to drink last night." Though I always would steer her towards bed when she'd been drinking and get her to sleep without visiting the toilet, my girlfriend's iron bladder had yet to burst in her sleep. But she almost always woke up with a throbbing need to go, and reluctantly she threw back the covers, giving me a glimpse of her curvy body and luscious big tits, which I couldn't help but grope as she sat up in bed, evoking a soft sigh of pleasure. "Mmm." I distracted her further with another kiss, sucking firmly on the side of her neck, sitting behind her and letting her feel the pressure of my hard penis against her back. "Damn it. Is it going to be the stakeout today? Still no word?" she asked, referring to her partner who took the night shift, and I nodded, giving her shoulders a quick rub. "Shit. I've gotten up all horny... fuck." "Coffee will be ready when you get downstairs," I said, giving her a swat on the butt. "I'll start making us something to eat." Gingerly, she rose from the bed, and openly holding her crotch she started to waddle slowly towards the bathroom. No leaks that I could detect, running my hand against the sheets where she'd been sitting, and again where she'd been laying down as she slept. That's my girl. Still hard as a stone, I considered jerking off before going to cook, but decided against it. She'd likely be gone all day, and I would have plenty of time to entertain myself. Walking more normally this time, I descended the staircase, and went back into the kitchen, opening the fridge for some eggs and bacon and untwisting the twist tie on the loaf of bread. Percolating away steadily, the coffee pot was about half full at this point, and I heard the bathroom door shut, then the shower turn on. I smirked; she's so proud of her giant bladder that it would be just like her to force herself to shower before using the toilet. I doubted she'd pee in the shower. The thought of her grabbing her crotch and bending double as the hot water streamed all over her body kept me hard, and I started cracking some eggs to make scrambled eggs and bacon. The shower ran for about ten minutes, ten minutes that I could only imagine were pure blissful torture for my girlfriend the heroine. You see, while she can hold her piss like no one's business, it definitely has a... weakening effect on her to be so full. After she lets go, she recovers soon enough, but coupling her pride together with her immense holding power means that I can get away with quite a lot of shenanigans. Of course, I was going to be drinking this coffee too, and I'd probably be wetting like the dickens all day. Difference is, I'll be able to walk fifteen feet to the toilet and relieve myself immediately, while she's going to be who knows where maintaining a constant vigil on some boring building or what have you, with only her aching bladder for company. If I was in her place, I'd probably be wetting my pants three times at the least, because my bladder is tiny as hell and holds maybe a few thimblefuls before I lose it. When the coffee finished percolating, I poured a big mug for each of us, and setting out a plate with some eggs, bacon, toast and a small butter dish, I set her place first and then continued to work on my own breakfast. Like I said, I'm comfortable with this role reversal, especially when it means I get to fuck with her this much. The shower had stopped, and the toilet flushed, and soon enough she came into the kitchen dressed smartly in a business jacket and skirt. Power attire. "You're the best," she says, flashing me an amazing smile, and I kiss her as she sits down for breakfast. "Today is going to be boring as hell. I can't even use my smartphone because it might set off some sensors or something. All I'm going to have is a book and thoughts of you to get me through the day." Then she gave me a downright evil grin, and I knew I was about to be in for something. Between scrapes of the butter knife on the toast she laid out her ultimatum: "You've got the world's biggest morning wood today. I don't want you jerking off at all until I get home. Got it? You know I'll know if you do." And she would. Immediately I realized I was facing a very long day myself, because thoughts of her desperate suffering would be with me the entire time she was gone, keeping me in a state of perpetual hardness. I pouted as I set out my own breakfast, but watching her drink her coffee with gusto while she attacked her breakfast distracted me from objecting too much. We made small talk over the table for another fifteen minutes or so, and I glanced at the clock. Still ten minutes before she had to leave, and she was starting to squirm in her chair. If I didn't distract her, she'd probably go pee again before leaving, and that wouldn't be any fun... hell, I had to pee, too, but being hard kept the urge down for the time being. Sometimes being a guy has huge advantages, and as I stood up to clear my plate and make like I was going to take hers, I suddenly leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, hard enough that she started to moan gently and thrust her tongue against mine. Breaking the kiss after a minute, she gave me a grin, cheeks flushed rosy red, and winked. "I love getting a goodbye kiss," she murmured, standing up, but when she did so I suddenly pressed her against the wall and kissed her again, my erection rubbing lightly against her thigh, through my clothing and hers. I could feel how her legs were shifting uncomfortably against one another, an echo of how my own bladder was starting to protest and a hot pressure was growing at the base of my penis. I wasn't kidding myself - if she really didn't want this, then she could have pushed me away with about as much effort as it takes to push one's chair in. Or judo-thrown me to the floor so hard it would break bones. The only reason I was getting away with this is because she was letting me. Thankfully, it distracted her from her throbbing bladder, and when I pressed up against her she ran her hands against my back and shivered, letting out a soft mewl of pleasure as my fingers massaged her breasts lightly through the white button-up shirt. "Yes... yes, oh, fuck... mmm, yeah... shit... I really... mmh... it's almost time, I have to..." I glanced at the clock, distracted her with one more long kiss, and then broke away with a grin on my face - one that was actualy hard to maintain because my own bladder was starting to scream with discontent, but if I wiggled around it might make her recall her own situation, and risk a quick bathroom break before heading out. "We'll continue this discussion when I get home," she said with a wink, and as I walked her to the door for one last kiss, I inwardly rejoiced. Once she got in the car, there would be no pee breaks for... shit, I didn't even know how long. "I'll look forward to that," I promised. "And I won't masturbate." She nodded, acknowledging her power to forbid me from self-gratification with just a word, and then made her way to the car, legs wiggling just a little bit as she did. Maybe, I thought, as I saw her get in the car and drive off, maybe it's fucked up and messed up and wrong or whatever, but it seems like sometimes our relationship is built on mutually fucking with each other. Shit, I had to piss. Once her car was out of sight, I hurried back into the house and walked quickly to the toilet, only to realize I'd gotten hard again, and I did a stupid-looking pee dance in front of the toilet with my cock out and bouncing up and down, begging for release but too damn stupid to get soft so I could pee... had I somehow missed her spiking my drink with Viagra again? I sure as hell hoped not. This was going to be a long day...
  15. (Note:This is my first attempt at a Male Desperation Story) In the middle of a forest covered by Purple Fog,The Princess of Hyrule was busy backing away from a possesed Young Link. Zelda nodded to herself and casted Din's Fire on the possessed Hero. Young Link caught on fire and was sent flying. He landed on his feet and stared at Zelda until he collapsed. The possessed Young Link then turned into dust as a spirit flew out of him. Zelda then looked in front of her and saw the REAL young link on top of a Pillar. He had his eyes closed and his body was tied up by a blue glowing rope. Zelda used her magic to destroy the rope and free the Young Hero. Zelda got Young Link off the pillar as he slowly started regaining his consciousness. "Link?" Young Link opened his eyes and shook his head. "Are you okay?" Zelda asked. She held her hand in front of him and helped him get up. Young Link nodded until he noticed where they were. He looked around in confusion as he wondered what location they were in. "Don't you remember? We were fighting Galeem,But he obliterated us..." Young Link gasped as he remembered what happened. He lowered his head,a sad expression visible on his face. Zelda placed her hands on his face and made him look at her. "It's okay,Link. We'll save the fighters...I promise." Zelda let go off Young Link and turned around. "Come on,Shall we reunite with Kirby and the rest of the saved fighters?" The silent hero nodded as he started following Zelda. Upon taking his first step however,Young Link felt a slight twinge in his body. He could feel his bladder being a bit full. He was completely frozen and unconscious while he was being tied by the ropes. So until Zelda freed him he didn't feel anything. Young Link doesn't know how long his been out cold. But one thing was sure,His bladder filled during that time. "Link?" Young Link looked at Zelda,Who stared at him with a concerned expression. "Is everything okay?" The princess asked. Young Link nodded and continued to follow the princess. They started walking around the forest,but they couldn't find the exit. And all the Purple Fog surrounding the forest didn't help. "Oh no..I think we might be lost" Young Link jolted a little upon hearing this. "But i'm sure we'll find the exit. Let's go,Link!" Link nervously nodded and started walking forward,with Zelda following him. With each step he took,he could feel the pain in his bladder. "Link? Are you okay?" Link turned around to see Zelda once again looking concerned. "Is something bothering you?" the princess asked as she had a finger on her cheek. Young Link nervously shook his head as they continued walking. a lot of minutes have passed and the two Hylians have had no luck finding a way to leave the exit. The two stopped and while Zelda looked around,Young Link as fidgeting. Unfortunately,as soon as he turned around he saw that they were standing next to a flowing river. Young Link let out a grunt and crossed his legs. He quickly realized how loud that grunt was and turned to Zelda. "Link,is everything okay? You've been acting pretty weird." Young Link just nodded with a blush on his face. "Well...We've been looking around for a while now. Shall we rest? I think this is a good spot." Young Link was against the idea,But he didn't want to say no to the princess. He reluctantly nodded to the princess and sat down next to her. the two stared at the river...well,only Zelda was staring at the river. Young Link was trying his hardest to look at anything other than the river. Young Link placed his hands between his legs and looked at the forest. He thought about answering Nature's Call, as all the fog in the forest would make it impossible for him to be seen. But he was a bit embarrased to tell the princess. Unfortunately,the princess seemed to have noticed it. "Hey,Link?" Young Link removed his hands and faced Zelda. "Could it be...Do you need to relieve yourself?" Zelda asked as she placed a hand under her chin. Young Link started stuttering a bit until he heard a loud explosion behind them. The two hylians got up and saw a multiple clones of Young Link holding Bombs. A clone threw his bomb at Young Link,but he blocked it with his shield. He was a pushed back a bit,causing him to briefly lose control of his bladder. Zelda quickly casted Din's Fire on the clone and destroyed it. Another Clone threw the Bomb at Zelda. Zelda grabbed Link and teleported out of the way with Farore's wind. Once they reappeared,Young Link grabbed his Bow and Took aim at another bomb. He fired the arrow and caused the bomb to explode and destroy the clone. Young Link then grabbed his sword and ran towards another clone. He started slashing the clone repeatedly. He then thrusted his sword forward and destroyed that clone. Another clone jumped behind him and prepared to strike him as he turned around. But Zelda used her magic to destroy the clone. The two hylians looked around and sighed. "Excellent Job,Link." The princess said. Young Link smiled until his bladder sent him some signals. He quickly placed a hand between his legs as he felt his full bladder. "Umm...If you really need to go.." Zelda said. Young Link looked at Zelda with Embarrassment. "You could go behind one of those bushes...After all,with all the fog around...I don't think anyone can see." Young Link hesitated for a bit. "Don't worry,I'll stay here and keep an eye out for enemies." Zelda said. Young Link nodded and ran towards the bushes. As soon as he found a tree that was out of Zelda's view,he lifted his tunic and pulled down his shorts a little. He pulled it out and hesitated for a second until some drops escaped. These drops slowly turned into a powerful stream that darkened the tree. Young Link couldn't help but sigh as he released all the pee he's been holding. He looked behind him and saw nothing but fog. He continued to pee as the dirt beneath him slowly got wet. After what seemed like half a minute,Young Link let out a few more drops before pulling up his shorts and letting go off his tunic. He once again sighed as he was glad he finally managed to let it out. He exited the bushes to see Zelda turning around. "Feeling better?" Young Link nodded. He then went back to the river they were at and used it to wash his hands. Zelda walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Shall we continue?" Young Link nodded with a genuine smile. The two Hylians started walking away from the river and they continued their walk until they found the exit of the forest.
  16. Răzvan2000

    Dom & sub couple

    The story is about a couple between two partners(bf-boyfriend;gf-girlfriend) who are both into Omo but also into BDSM, so when someone needs to pee, he/she has to get permission from the other to go pee. Well this is all about in this story. It all started yesterday(Sunday) when the bf asked his gf to go and watch a movie with her but not before their bet she said after. The bet was about who's gonna win a boxing match, and the loser has to be the submissive for the next week and the winner, the Dominant. And of course she was the winner and now the bf is in her control/dominance. She agreed to go and watch a movie with him but only if he follows some ''rules'' of her. And the rule is that he has to stay together with her for the rest of the movie which will be almost 4 hours long. So that means two things: wherever she goes he must follow her and he can't go anywhere without her. The next day(Monday) They arrived at the cinema and took their seats and the movie was about to start. It was 14:55 and the movie starts at 15:00 and ends at 19:00 and TECHNICALLY there are no breaks so they're not going anywhere, neither him because of the rule. The film has started and the bf was drinking a large soda after he was drinking so much coffee earlier that day. And also he remembered that he hasn't used the toilet before they left. And that panicked him since he can't go anywhere without her gf under any circumstances even if he has urge to pee. After 10 minutes, just a little pain in his bladder. After another 10 minutes, 5/10. He started to squirm in his seat but his gf didn't notice anything. After 30 minutes, his bladder was almost full(8/10) and that means that he has to pee really bad. He tried to ask her that he wants to use the restroom and see the results. Him: excuse me, babe! Her: what? Him: I have to pee so badly, can I go? TO BE CONTINUED
  17. CoffeeDrinker

    Wet in a Rental Car

    Due to some changes in plans, today I had rent a car to get back to my home for work tomorrow morning. Fun solo trips are few and far between for me, but still I wasn't planning on doing a true hold or pushing the boundaries. Once I got on the road I was making incredible time and decided to see how fast I could get home -- which meant no stopping. The drive was a little over four hours and I stopped for a large coffee at the outset to compliment the can of coke I had already grabbed. About halfway through the drive I was already feeling some urgency and knew this was going to be tough, so I resolved to stop at the last rest stop before entering my city. Unluckily for me, I ended up stuck on the wrong side of a stream of large trucks with no way to get over to the rest stop exit. Can't honestly say I tried all that hard to get over, either :). Once I missed that stop, I was basically committed because there's no easy way to stop between there and my destination. Soon after missing the rest stop, my bladder started to hurt. Rarely in previous holds have I felt pain like this. I was actually actively trying to dribble some out to relieve the pressure, but couldn't get anything to come out. I pulled into a toll booth and when they told me the total, I dropped my wallet on the floor fumbling for cash. I was in tears when I got back upright because it hurt so bad, and still nothing. It seemed to me that since I couldn't get any spurts to come out, this might be a true dam burst if I couldn't last. I fished out a towel I had packed in my bag in the passenger seat and put it under my butt. I was starting to fear that I was doing real damage to my bladder. Twice I reached for the coffee cup, but both times decided traffic was too heavy to try and control the car and pee at the same time. With about 20 minutes to go until I got home I started to get some hope that I would indeed make it dry, but it quickly turned to disaster when I felt an unexpected really nice spurt come out that caused a baseball size spot on my crotch. The relief was incredible and I took a deep breath and relaxed with the lessened pain. Almost immediately I felt the main event begin to happen. From my toes I felt a spasm begin and gradually build strength inside me. It got to my bladder and my whole midsection bore down with incredible force and I started PISSING so hard there was a visible stream coming out from the front of my jeans. It went on uncontrolled for probably 10-15 seconds before I could stop it. I was wet, warm and feeling so much better. Until I realized how wet the towel under me was. And then I reached under the towel and felt how wet the seat under me was. When I got home, I pulled into my garage, got out of the car and (surprise, surprise) finished my accident standing there. I got cleaned up, grabbed a fan and am now trying to dry this wet spot on the seat before I have to return the car in a few hours. Wish me luck!!
  18. About this - This story is a sequel to Uncomfortable Decisions. Give that a read if you haven't already! If you're short on time though, this story should make sense as a standalone. Even though it continues exactly where the previous one ended, I have kept the references to a minimum ? ----------------------------------------------- While Mary was contemplating the pleasures of a long denied wee, her smart watch beeped to let her know Josh would be there to pick her up in 15minutes.Well, she certainly didn't want her boyfriend to enter that labyrinth of a parking lot. It would take them forever to get in and out in this Friday evening crowd. She had told him she'll meet him outside if she could. Dammit. She still had to get rid of her "coffee". She was cutting this close.Cursing silently she willed her flow to stop. She felt empty, but pee was still trickling out of her poor over tired bladder. After another 30s or so, she just cut it off and started wiping. As much as she wanted to finish this properly, she wanted to meet her boyfriend before he entered that lot and they were stuck forever. And, if she was honest, the thought of keeping a full bladder under control, again, was not unexciting. They were planning to stop for food soon anyway, she could finish up there. Or not. "We'll see how it goes", she murmured to herself while buttoning her jeans back, without any trouble this time. She hurriedly washed her hands and left to dispose her trash......Josh was hoping Mary wouldn't be waiting for him on the road. See, the thing is, when he was leaving office, the gents was closed for cleaning. He didn't really need to pee, not too bad anyway, so he left without bothering to wait. (I mean, since when do grown men queue outside toilets?)But now that he thought back to it, he hadn't peed since his lunch break. Which was at 1. And it was nearly 5 now; between his regular diet sodas, coffee and waters, he probably had about a litre and half of liquids sloshing inside him. He still wasn't desperate or anything, he could control his needs as long as he needed to, thank you very much. But a pee would have been damn nice. Like stretching to your full height after being cramped in an economy class flight seat for hours.He was hoping he could use the toilets in Mary's office or reception. In fact, he was positively looking forward to it. No, he didn't need to pee per se, he could wait until convenient, he was an adult with a large bladder capacity. But he really really would have liked to.Which is why he had to stifle a groan when he saw Mary standing beside the road, ready to go. He pressed his thighs together as he lent over to open the passenger door. Oh well, they would stop for food soon - that'll have to do. He wished he wasn't driving - keeping his thighs together and crossing his ankles felt nice. But he was a full grown adult - he wasn't a slave to his bladder. The situation was under control; they'll be in the cafe in no time at all. He'll be just fine. He kissed Mary hello and started driving while keeping his thighs as close together as possible. His bladder protested the further wait by pounding within his abdomen, but he refused to give in and ask Mary to drive. He was in control, not his bladder. As they fell in to an easy conversation, he managed to almost forget the building pressure against his pee-hole. ---------------------------------------------- Author's Note - I know this chapter is short, and contains no desperation. It'll get better, I promise ? But I wanted to put something out there - it is too easy to procrastinate with writing unless I have something out here, and getting feedback ...
  19. Mickey

    Brave New World

    This post doesn't actually start the story - I couldn't find a way to make this story work without giving out a background first, so here it it. In this post, we will choose our characters - I like writing double desperations (gives both male and female desperation fans something to enjoy), so we have to create one man and one woman, and then throw them in to the Brave New World. I will wait for at least three votes before I continue this ... and will probably update only on the weekends (Hopefully there are at least 3 people interested, and I don't have to abandon my first interactive :-P) The World There have been some scientific discoveries and environmental degradation with the net result being human pee has been recognized as the best fertilizer. So bathrooms everywhere have become unisexual (because let's face it, who'll upgrade two sets of toilets when you can upgrade just one?) and fitted with new urinals, which collects the pee and processes it for the farmers. The urinals are low enough for women to comfortably squat over, and after the initial resistance, men and women both have come around to the new order of things. And of course, wasting this useful fertilizer by peeing anywhere except an urinal has become a criminal offense. Not just your average drunk and disorderly either. It carries a fine of up to 50% of your annual income and a jail term of up to 3 years or both. Jail has never been awarded, but is a real threat anyway.However 10 years after the changes came about, people are perfectly happy with the arrangements actually - no more reports of mass female desperation because they were unwilling to "expose themselves at the urinals" and what not. And no one complains about having to "hold it" till you reach a proper urinal. There are enough of those, and everybody should do their bit for the environment after all.But nothing lasts forever, does it? The happy state lasted only till the scientists went and made another discovery - the best fertilizer is produced when the bladder is at least 80% full. But normal human beings start feeling the need to pee at just 50%. By 75% full most people would go out of their way and pee. And yet, only at 80% full does the body produce the particular proteins which makes for a better fertilizer. After that, the longer you hold, the better fertilizer you produce. So the scientists started lobbying for regulations to encourage people to "hold on" and "eliminate unnecessary peeing".Of course that led to chaos. Someone invented a bladder-o-meter that could tell you pretty accurately how full you were, in less than a second. Some environmental fanatic fitted a couple of bathrooms with these - the bathroom doors would open only if your bladder was at least 80% full. The general public was outraged and vocally protested their "right to pee". The government was caught in between and didn't know what to do.Ultimately, as usually happens, an uneasy consensus emerged. A bladder-o-meter would be installed on every toilet door. It would scan you to determine how full you are. But it won't close the doors on you - if you're not 80% full, it would only gently remind you to do your bit for the environment. You could choose to ignore the advice and go in, or you could come back later. No judgement, or so they claimed.But it would keep track of your bladder percentage every time you do choose to go in (and believe me, there were plenty of protests from the privacy activists; but since when does anyone hear them anyway). You can log in to a website to see how full you are on average when you do pee. It would maintain this data for a whole year, awarding bonus points if you hold particularly large amounts, and deducting points if you consistently have an average of less than 80%. So yes, your right to pee had now been gameified, with actual cash prizes for the "best holders". And these weren't prizes to sneeze at either - the government had to show it took the scienctists seriously!And of course some people/companies would start using your bladder scores in the way banks use your credit scores to "measure your virtue". They won't call it so, but so it is. So you better be good at holding.6-months in to this regime, the chaos is still on in full force. But people must adjust as best as they can.The characters The characters are a man and a woman, both in their mid-20s. Old enough to remember the days when you could just pee in a toilet, but young enough to have bought on to the "do what is best for the environment". You can choose, for each characterName:Looks: Height (), Body Type (), Hair color (), Skin color ()Bladder capacity: Small (fills to 80 in 2 hours), Average (4 hours), Large (7 hours), Extreme (12 hours)Shyness: Shy (hates admitting they need to pee), Average (will admit to a need when desperate, but hates going to the bladder-o-meter to find they are below 50% or such; that's just embarrassing), Not at all (will check their fullness at every chance)Friends or dating? Best friends, not sexually interested in each other/Best friends, interested in each other/DatingThe scenario:We will follow these two on a day out. You'll get to choose what they drink (and how much) and what activities they do. To start with, they've both woken up (in their separate houses/dorms) and plan to meet for breakfast at a local cafe. You choose, for each character Bladder percentage:Do they pee before leaving the house:What do they order for breakfast: Voting Rules --> The scenario with the most vote wins, obviously. You are allowed to change your vote. I will count the last post. If you are allowed to "create your own scenarios" I will mention it specifically :)
  20. As in the title, I was sitting working at my desk, getting slowly more and more desperate to wee....feeling the urge building slowly over time, growing from a tingling to a strong and desperate prickling urge. At various points I took little videos and photos of it.....I hope they all work, uploading from an iPhone. There is a video of the end, but it’s peeing, not wetting so not sure how popular it would be here....? E06892CB-DB1B-4AF2-BB1F-FA6EF34C70FB.MOV 43EFCB7C-8E37-428B-A5D1-F7DF968AB714.MOV 42890FAD-DF98-42D9-9074-93E4A7CD2C2A.MOV 28014925-4D01-4B52-AD5B-EC62AC60CEC0.MOV
  21. Alas, this doesn't involve actual wetting, but I just stumbled across this when I was reading today and thought the second to last panel might be relevant to someone's interests. The idea of Peter Parker desperate to piss in front of Iron-Man and Captain America is the stuff of dreams. Obviously, not my own work and the credit goes to writer Dan Slott and the artists and editors listed here. My apologies if this isn't the correct place to post this.
  22. wettingman

    Pee Dream Becomes Real

    Usually when I am desperate to pee while sleeping I dream that I am endlessly hunting for a toilet. I finally find one in some out of the way place; it is old and, in poor condition, but due to my desperation I go anyway. But since I did not really pee I get no relief, and start the process all over again. Last night was different. I dreamt I was in bed and had to pee very badly. I was lying on my back knees up and my feet flat on the bed. I was squeezing my dick with my hand both of which were between my legs, for added leverage. Then I awoke, feeling that my bladder was extremely stretched, and I actually was squeezing my dick and rapidly squirming my legs back and forth, pressing them tightly together on my hand /penis trying to hold in my pee. The “dream” was actually happening. My dick was pee swollen and the pressure at my pee hole was so intense, I knew I was about to start peeing. As much as I enjoyed that sensation, I did not want to wet the bed, something I have never done. I jumped up and hurried to the bathroom, squeezing myself the entire way. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I felt warm wetness on my hand, and a lite patter of pee hitting the floor. I let go as soon as I approached the toilet and had a long and powerful pee. Damn that was close.
  23. Man desperately dances around in a diaper before wetting it. Also if possible could someone please make a downloadable file version of this video?
  24. Thudmaster

    malefemale Hot Male Pants Wetting

    Man stands in front of camera battling desperation until he loses control and wets his pants. Also if possible could someone please make a downloadable file version of this video?
  25. jayjay5

    malefemale At the swimming pool

    I went swimming recently and did my usual 1 and a half hour swim. I had a vague need to pee at the start but I ignored it. I think partly because I couldn't be bothered to deal with it, partly because the lanes were busy and didn't want to pee in the pool and have someone realise and also, really, because I wanted to have some fun with it. I love the desperate walk to the bathroom and the orgasmic feeling of finally making it to the bathroom, with perhaps a few spurts lost along the way. About 20 minutes before the end of my swim, my need to urinate seemed to spike. Perhaps it's because I was getting tired or maybe because I knew I was nearing the end. I found myself occasionally stopping at the end of a lap to squeeze my legs together and keep everything in order so I could carry on. I didn't want to hold my crotch because I didn't want to be too obvious about it and also I was wary of another imminent problem if too much touching was going to happen, a problem that would certainly be difficult to hide when getting out of the pool especially the way my shorts end up clinging to me. I got to my last 8 lengths and I was getting a bit worried that I'd actually end up wetting myself in the pool and I wouldn't get to have any fun with the predicament I found myself in. After one more length, I simply had no choice but to give my crotch a quick squeeze. I felt a jet of pee escape and I knew I had to get back to the other end and cut my swim short or I wasn't going to get to have that amazing feeling of release in the toilet. I got to the other end and gave myself one final squeeze to ease the pressure before I hurried up the steps and out of the pool. I grabbed my towel and walked out of the room in one swift motion. I say walk, but I don't think my walk was classified as such. There was certainly some squirming involved. To get to the toilets, you have to walk through another pool area and then around the changing rooms (design flaw!) As I got into the other pool area I sped up significantly, about half way around the pool I felt another jet of urine add to the already dripping wet trunks I was wearing. This was shortly followed by another and yet another as I walked into the changing rooms. At this point, I realised that I was fighting a losing battle and that I had seconds to make it all the way to the other side of the changing rooms. I began to speed walk, or speed hobble, in an attempt to get there. That was when I started to lose it. I felt another jet escape, quickly followed by another, longer jet. I shoved my hand into my crotch and massaged, trying to stop the flow. It worked temporarily but I knew there was no way I would make it into the toilets, the urine was already dripping down my leg. I saw a few shower cubicles about 5 metres in front of me and saw my opportunity. I ran. Just as I got to the door, I completely lost it. I felt my pee spraying out of my crotch as I fumbled with the door and the drawstrings of my shorts, all the while, I had a suspiciously large puddle forming under me as I had members of the public walking past me, making me all the more frantic. I somehow managed to get in to the shower cubicle. I slammed the door shut and ripped my shorts open, I managed to get myself out just as my stream began to ease and taper off. An unintentional but totally unavoidable wetting! Thank goodness I was in swimming trunks!