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  1. After taking a bit of a break, I decided to add another story to my collection. All the stories involve desperate men and women observing them. I have two other stories on my wattpad as well if you like the genre. All free to read, no account or anything needed. Link to the collection: https://www.wattpad.com/story/355099901-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and New story: *5) Stuck Elevator Desperation - 3k words, an professional assistant makes sure her boss is extra hydrated and plans a little fun involving an elevator. Her handsome employer gets frantic while they wait* https://www.wattpad.com/1431545074-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and Others: 1) The Desperate Experiment - 4k words, a guy signs of up a psych study and has to hold on for dear life it he wants to make it to the bathroom dry. Also mild female desperation. https://www.wattpad.com/1393610365-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and 2) Desperate Car Sex - 1k words, a guy bottoms while his bladder is bursting https://www.wattpad.com/1393610464-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and 3) The Desperate and Deadly Game - 4k words, a guy is KIDNAPPED and forced to hold his pee, if he leaks too much he will be KILLED https://www.wattpad.com/1393610784-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and 4) Locked Pants and Bursting Boyfriend - 3K words, a guy agrees to having his pants locked and walk around main street with as much as he can drink until his girlfriend agrees unlocks him, and she wants to savor the situation! https://www.wattpad.com/1408794767-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and Let me know your thoughts if you end up taking a look. #3 is a bit intense fair warning. The story collection was a bit of an experiment, so I might go back to single shorts since it seems like a hassle.
  2. Hey everyone, here's my first attempt at writing anything in years. From the perspective of a crafty ultrasound tech (non-con). "Alright, hop off now. You're all done" I told my patient. She carefully slid off the table before taking quick, ginger steps outside my office and toward the bathroom. I went into the waiting room to see my last patient of the day. He was freckle faced cutie in his mid-twenties with curly locks. His name was Parker, and I saw him for a pelvic ultrasound a couple weeks ago. Last time the poor thing practically tripped over his jeans as he ran out of my office, leaking and spurting. Parker was doubled over, tensing his thighs and breathing laboriously. It was 5:15 and he had been scheduled for 4:30. "Hey Parker, come on in." The young man stood up slowly and followed me with an awkward gait. "Hop up on the table. I'm sorry for the wait, I scheduled you for the end of the day to give you a little more privacy" I half-lied. He blushed and darted his eyes to the ground. I locked my office door behind us and he didn't seem to notice. The privacy was perfect, but it was only part of my plan. He wasn't getting off easy this time. I gave him a little step stool to get up on the table, and told him to lie down. "Alright Parker, raise your shirt a little, unbutton your jeans and slide them just past your pubic bone," I instructed. The anxious boy followed while squeezing his thighs together tightly. "Now just relax, take a couple deep breaths," I said. Parker took a breath and shivered, getting goosebumps all over his body. I like to keep the office a bit colder than necessary and wear a cardigan myself. I love the effect it has on my desperate patients, especially when combined with the cool gel. My poor boy was sweating, shaking and I hadn't touched him yet. I dabbed his forehead with a paper towel. He opened his big brown eyes, looked straight into mine, and I could see tears start to well. "Don't worry, Parker. We'll get through this quickly and you won't have to come back, ok?" I whispered sweetly in his ear. "Ok" he closed his eyes again and braced for the ultrasound. He tried to keep from shivering as I applied the gel. I grabbed my probe and gently laid it on his stomach, right above his belly button. His bladder was bulging and his muscles were all tensed up. "You're doing so good for me" I whispered, this time a little sultrier, "such a good boy". He seemed to notice the change in my voice and shifted his body. I started moving the probe gently across his abdomen. As I looked at the monitor, I noticed his bladder was way too full for the scan. Normally I would have my patient release a little and return, but I couldn't let this squirming little cutie go. Parker's face was pink with effort, and his whole body was shaking trying to hold in the flood. Once I moved the probe lower onto his bladder, he groaned in discomfort. "It's ok, sweetheart. Why don't you grab hold of your cock for me?" He looked up at me a little bewildered. "Well, wouldn't it help you hold if you could squeeze off the exit?" The desperate boy, in no position to argue, grabbed hold of his cock and started squeezing against the contractions of his bladder. "Turn on your right side" I said softly, tucking a curl behind his ear. His cock stiffened in his hands. He groaned and turn his body over slowly, so as to not aggravate the contents of his bladder further. "That's my good boy," I said and wiped the gel off his stomach. Since I wasn't going to get any images, I wanted to feel his bladder for myself. I stood behind him and gently placed one palm on his lower abdomen, pushing the rest of his body back into me. His cute little ass ended up grinding against my pussy as he tried to escape my hand. I gently palpated his bladder, bulging from his pubic area all the way past his belly button. It was so firm to the touch and I wondered how much time he had before the inevitable. "Please!" he yelled out, surprising even himself. "Ok, I'll help", I said as I grabbed his cock too. I squeezed nice and tight below his head. "Nothing is coming out until I say so, ok? We have to finish your exam." I said sternly. He whined like a puppy and flapped his thighs before squeezing them tight again. Poor thing, I thought, knowing he would have to come back and go through all of this a third time. I started slowly pumping his little cock, and Parker began to moan. At this point he must've been seeing stars. His arms slumped, he stopped trying to exert control and gave himself up completely. I continued to stroke his little cock firmly while breathing a little heavily into his ear. "Please" he said more quietly, with wanting. I didn't know whether he was asking to piss or for me to continue, but I took the opportunity to lead the way. "Stay nice and hard for me, sweetie. It'll be so much easier for you to hold it." I purred. At this point my patient was drooling on the table, desperately in need. I could feel his heart pounding fast and his cock getting ever harder. I pinned his left shoulder down, forcing the boy to fall harshly on his back, sloshing his bladder. "Fuck!" he yelled out. "Now, there's no need for that kind of language in my office young man," I reprimanded him. "Sorry--gotta piss--sorry" was all I got out of him. His eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing became shallow. "You'll have your time," I said "right after I'm done with you, you can race down to the bathroom and finally have a nice, long, relaxing piss" I teased. He whined again as I kept a steady hand down on his bladder and continued stroking with the other. He groaned in pain and tried to curl into himself. "Please please I have to pee so badly can we reschedule please?" he begged me. "Sorry dear, I'm all booked up and won't have another appointment for six weeks. Let's try to make it through this one and it'll be your last," I lied. "AH!!" He yelped and his hands flew down to his cock, squeezing mine too as he desperately fought for control. "Please I can't anymore I can't!" he cried. He tried to get up, but couldn't fight with his bladder so full. He gasped and tears started to flow down his pretty cheeks. "It's ok, I know it hurts but it's going to be ok. You're a a big boy and you're going to hold all that hot piss inside for me until we're finished." I tried to pry his hands off his cock but he kept squirming away. I gave him a quick slap, which took him by surprise, and grabbed his jaw in my hand. "Listen to me Parker, the only way you're getting through this is by following my instructions carefully. Is that understood?" The scared young man nodded in submission. "Good," I said, "Now take your hands off that cock." The sweaty, pained boy carefully lifted finger after finger, with a gentle sob. "PLEASE--" he cried, and I slapped him again. This time harder. The sting felt warm against my palm and I lingered on his cheek, wiping away his tears. The other hand went down to squeeze him. "Watch your tone with me," I told him. To his horror, I loosened my grip on his cock, and he immediately began to spurt. I squeezed him shut and he groaned loudly. His piss dribbled down, wetting his jeans and briefs. I started to let go every few seconds, and spurt after spurt leaked out of his abused little cock. Bit by bit, I allowed him relief, a few seconds at a time. By the time Parker was able to empty half his bladder, he was completely exhausted. He managed to gather himself once the worst of the urgency wore off, and wiped away his tears. "You were such a good boy for me," I whispered tenderly, and let him empty the rest of his bladder uninterrupted. His eyes rolled back into his head with pleasure. "Let's get you cleaned up and send you home."
  3. Jayden was finishing his shower when he heard his cell phone ring. He came out of the bathroom with a towel loosely tied around his waist and answered the call, seeing that it was his friend Thiago. —Hello? —Hey, are you ready yet? —He heard Thiago's voice on the other end of the line. —Almost, why? —Why? Dude, I'm already going to your house. You're the only one missing. —Really? Oh, sorry. I'll change quickly. —I hope so. Thiago hung up the call. Jayden hurried to his room to put on his clothes. A couple of months ago he, Thiago, Giovanni, Francis and Oliver (his friends) planned to go to camp for a whole weekend. They would leave on Friday morning and return on Sunday afternoon. And finally the day had come. And Jayden was really excited about that camp. But, more than the excitement for the camp itself, he was excited because it would be his chance to spend time with Francis, his crush. He had met him a couple of months ago, on Thiago's birthday, and for him it was love at first sight. But we're getting off topic. Since Jayden knew they would be in the woods, and it was a cold time, it was best to bring a long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans, and boots. As he finished putting on his boots, Jayden felt a small twinge in his bladder. He had to pee. But when he tried to go to the bathroom, he heard a horn outside his house, followed by a shout —Jayden, get out now or we'll leave you! "I guess I can hold on" Jayden thought. He grabbed his backpack, quickly checked that he didn't have anything left, and left his house. He greeted his friends the moment he walked in and apologized for the delay. Thiago, who was the driver, didn't say anything and started the car. The road was a bit long, but with the comments, stories, and teasing of his friends, Jayden was completely distracted from his urge to pee. Somewhere along the way, Francis, who was next to Jayden, fell asleep, leaving his head resting on Jayden's shoulder. Jayden tensed slightly, and felt his cheeks blush when he heard his friends laugh. Yes, his other friends knew of Jayden's crush on Francis. Although they couldn't blame him, Francis is attractive. —Jayden, control your emotions —sneered Giovanni, who was the co-pilot. —I don't know what you're talking about. —Dude, you look like a tomato as red as you are —said Thiago, looking at him in the rearview mirror—. It's a miracle Francis hasn't noticed yet that you like him. I mean, you're too obvious. —Oh, shut up, please. The rest of the way they passed in silence. And that silence made Jayden aware of his need again. He was just thankful that they were already close to the place where they would be camping. When they finally arrived at the camp, they took their things out of the trunk and began to settle in. They had gotten two tents, one big and one a little smaller. —Well, Giovanni, Oliver and I will sleep in the big tent —said Thiago—. Jayden and Francis will sleep in the smaller one, okay with you? —Yes —said Giovanni and Oliver. Jayden nodded in response and glanced sideways at Francis, waiting for his answer. —It's okay, I don't have a problem —Francis said. After that, the boys started pitching the tents and some went to get some branches for the campfire. Jayden being one of these. As Jayden picked up a couple of branches, his bladder protested again. He knew that he had to urinate in the bushes or in a tree, since there were no toilets in the middle of the forest. Not wanting to have an accident in front of his friends, Jayden went to a tree and set his pile of branches aside. But as he was about to pull down his pants, he heard footsteps behind him. —Oh, Jayden, I finally find you —he heard Francis behind him. Jayden quickly grabbed his pile of branches and tried to act normally. —Francis, what are you doing here? I thought you were with Thiago pitching the tents. —We're done, and since you were taking a long time to get back, he sent for you. —I don't think it took me that long. —Not really, but you know how impatient Thiago is. —Yeah. —Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk around with me when you take the branches to camp? —Just you and me? —Yes. The others said they weren't in the mood. —Okay. —Cool, then let's go back to camp. Jayden and Francis returned to camp. As Jayden set the branches down next to another pile, Francis picked up a bottle of water. —Hey, guys, I'll go for a ride with Jayden —Francis said. —Don't stray too far, it can be dangerous — Thiago advised. —Okay, Mom. —Mom? I don't remember giving birth to any of you. Francis laughed and grabbed Jayden by the wrist, saying goodbye to the others as he walked into the woods with Jayden. During the walk, Jayden couldn't have felt more restless. His urge to pee had worsened, but he didn't have the courage to tell Francis. Talking to Francis momentarily distracted him from his need, but every time he thought he could handle it, a twinge reminded him again of his unfinished business. And seeing Francis drinking water all the time wasn't helping him at all. At some point in the walk, Jayden stopped abruptly, feeling his bladder too full. Francis stopped and turned to look at him worriedly. —Jayden, are you feeling alright? —Yes, I just thought I heard something —he lied. —Okay? Francis kept walking, and Jayden tried to keep up with him. He walked around holding his crotch and from time to time stopped and resumed his usual composure, fearing that Francis would be suspicious. However, when they were near a river, Jayden couldn't take it anymore. The sound of rushing water pushed him beyond his limits. He stopped again as a stream of urine wet his pants. He stopped the flow for a moment, but it was too late. The stain could be seen on his jeans. And to make matters worse, Francis had turned around when he stopped hearing his footsteps. —Jayden, what ha...? Oh my God. —I... Eh... Francis took a few steps toward Jayden, and Jayden backed away, not wanting Francis to see him that way. But Jayden stumbled and fell backwards. —Are you ok? —Francis asked, wanting to help him up. —Yes, I'm... Before Jayden could finish speaking, his bladder began to empty. Jayden froze in shock, while Francis recoiled in stunning. A huge puddle of urine formed underneath Jayden. When his bladder was empty, Jayden felt ashamed and humiliated, he lowered his head holding back the urge to cry. Of all the people who could see him, it had to be Francis, the boy he's been in love with for a long time, who saw him in that situation. Jayden just wanted the earth to swallow him. After that, I didn't know how I would look Francis in the face again. Suddenly, Jayden heard something similar to water falling. He was absolutely sure that his bladder was empty, so it couldn't be him. That sound was followed by a low moan, catching Jayden's attention. Looking up, he saw that Francis was covering part of his face with his hand, while the other was on his crotch. His legs were crossed and his pants were wet, while urine ran down his legs until it formed a puddle. If Jayden had paid more attention to Francis' body language, he would have noticed that he needed to pee too. Like Jayden, Francis needed to urinate, though not as urgently. But when he saw Jayden get wet, his body decided for him and released the contents of his bladder. None of them knew what to say after that. Both were visibly embarrassed, not counting what they were going to do when they returned to the others. Jayden was the first to break the silence and tension, laughing a little, making Francis laugh as well. Yes, the situation was embarrassing, but they also found it a bit comical. When they stopped laughing, Francis helped Jayden to his feet. —Hey, I won't lie to you, you looked a little cute with your red face —Francis said. —Thanks? —Jayden blushed more. —And... What will we say to others? —They don't have to know. —What are you talking about? —Just follow me. —Okay? Jayden led Francis to the small river nearby. Francis followed Jayden to shore. He wasn't understanding the other. Suddenly, Jayden pushed him into the water and then jumped in. —Jayden, what the fuck? Do you want us to catch a cold? —I didn't throw you away, you fell and I jumped in to help you. —What? —That's what we'll tell the others —Jayden stood up. All his clothes were stuck to his body—. Since we're completely soaked, they'll believe us. —Oh, I understand now. But was it necessary to throw me like that? You could have told me. —It's more fun that way —He splashed some water on him. —Very funny. Help me up. Jayden offered his hand, but Francis grabbed his arm and pulled him, causing Jayden to fall back into the water. Or rather, fall on top of Francis. Jayden blushed and stood up awkwardly as Francis burst into laughter. After a while they came out of the water, shivering a little from the cold, but nothing that a campfire and a change of clothes could not solve. They agreed not to tell the others about the small accident and went back to camp. When they returned, they were surprised to see that their friends had different clothes than they had been wearing before and that their clothes were hanging on a makeshift clothesline. —What happened? Jayden asked. —I could ask you the same thing —Thiago said—. You're completely soaked. —Francis fell into a river and I jumped in to help him. —Okay. Go change, it's cold and I'm not a doctor to take care of the sick. —But you're our mother —Jayden joked. —Call me that one more time and I will leave you here. —Oh, how sensitive. —And what happened to you? —Francis asked—. I mean, your clothes are hanging on that clothesline. —Oliver accidentally threw the water he had gone to collect from the nearby lake on us —Giovanni answered. —Oh, okay. Jayden and Francis went to change, leaving Oliver, Giovanni and Thiago to do what they were doing. —They seem to have believed it —Oliver murmured. —It's better this way —said Giovanni. —Yes. And you know, not a word to anybody, —Thiago warned. The other two nodded in approval.
  4. I held my pee Twice Yesterday Part 1 I have not been able to hold my pee for fun in a long time. Yesterday I did it twice. I was wearing dark grey sweats. First off I cannot overstate how much I enjoy the sensation of my bladder gradually filling with urine, and remaining that way, for a long time, without becoming overly painful, until near the end of my holds. Of course by that time, I have developed my favorite part; strong pressure in my penis, right down to the tip .This is why I don’t use the rapid desperation method. That’s just my personal preference I am not sure when I had peed last, but I did not need to go when I started reading my book around 2 PM. I was laying on my bed .Within about 1.5 hours, so around 3:30 I became vaguely aware that my bladder was getting really full. It was stretching and was quite pleasantly uncomfortable. 45 minutes later I am becoming desperate, and in addition to my bladder becoming almost painfully full, I was experiencing strong pressure in my penis. It was then I decided since I was enjoying the hold, I would continue to do so. I set a goal of 4:45 a half hour later. But within 15 minutes the pressure in my dick had reached the tip, and my urine was pressing against my pee hole. I was determined to reach my goal, no matter what, but my pee felt like it was going to force its way out, so I had to begin holding myself with my hand. Since I was wearing loose fitting sweats it was easiest to slide my hand inside intermittently as needed to grip my aching penis directly. I was only doing it when necessary to keep my pent up pee from coming out. I made it to my 4:45 goal without leaking, but by then I had to squeeze my dick constantly. There was a sharp pain right at my pee hole. My bladder was rock hard. It was then I noticed I only had 10 minutes left in the chapter I was reading. Dare I push it another 10 minutes even though my pee felt like it was going to come out any second? Oh what the heck what is the worse that could happen, this is fun. So, although it had become difficult to concentrate, I squirmed around a bit, squeezed my legs together over my hand that was gripping myself tightly. My bladder knew I was past my goal and complained about the overtime. 5 minutes in I felt that sensation of a little pee was in the slit of my pee hole. It was about to come out. I checked how close I was till the end doubting I could hold it any longer, 5 minutes left. I felt my hand get a little wet as I could not prevent a little leak from happening. I finished the chapter, with just a few very small leaks occurring, mostly getting my hand wet. I wondered what would happen if I stopped squeezing myself. Not wanting to get them wet I pulled my sweats down in the front to free my dick. Within a minute a very slow but continuous leak occurred for about 10 seconds. I enjoy this sensation the most, so when I regained control, I pressed on my bladder. Instantly a bigger spurt leak occurred. It was time to get up and pee in the toilet. Actually, I ended up measuring what I had held. I can’t hold it like I used to, but I still hope for about 1 liter. Yesterday’s first hold 950 ml, not bad for an old guy .To be continued… More pushing my limit.
  5. I remember at my time at the army. The first weeks of the basic training were very hard. They did wake us up every day early in the morning. A few minutes later we had to be out at the yard for morning sport. No time to take a morning pee before sport. It was late autumn and despite it was cold in the morning, we had to wear nothing but our short sport shorts. Bare feet’s and the cold air on the skin, was not really a help for a full bladder and a strong urge to pee. The boy ( young man, we were 18 - 19 to that time) who was standing on my left side did always moan that he would need to pee so bad and that it would be torture what they are doing to us, to force us to make exercises with a bursting full bladder. I always have been in omorashi, i always did like the feeling of my own full bladder and i did always like to see girls and boys desperate to pee. The legs of our shorts were wide and once i did see a few drops of pee running down on the nude skin of his left leg. After the sport all boys were running to the bathroom, to take a much needed pee. Onetime, it was at our national holiday, they did bring us for a celebration to a large square in our capital city. We did leave early in the morning and they did bring us back late afternoon. We did not get one chance to piss all day long, they did not even ask us if we would need to go. I think they did know very well that we were full to burst, but nobody did care about it. Young men had to be able to hold it. On the way home at the back of the lorry, some boys were frantic to piss, they did knead and press their penis to keep their uniforms dry. Back at the barracks, we had to jump down from the lorry, what was hurting a lot with a bursting full bladder. After that, they made us stand in row for 10 minutes. I think they wanted to make us hold it longer, they wanted to see us suffer and they wanted to torture us. Another time, we had a night exercise at the country and in the wood. It would have been easy to piss anywhere, but we were not allowed. Most of us were needing to go after many hours. One of my roommates did need to pee really bad and he asked me if he should ask for permission. I told him that they would not let him go and that he should try to hold it. After some more time, he said that he had to ask, because it was getting so bad that it hurts so much. He asked and he got told that he is no more a little school boy, he is a healthy, young man and he had to learn discipline. ”Pee holding it a good way to train and to learn discipline “ they said. He was not allowed to pee for hours more, he had to hold it until we were back at the barracks. From time to time he told me how bad he would need to piss and how much his bladder was hurting from holding it back for so long. I did love to hear that and i did love the feeling of my own overfilled bladder. The most arousing for me was the daily morning sports. So many, most slim and athletic boys, nearly nude, with full bladders in their abdomen, with a strong urge to pee, had to do exercises- jumping , stretching, moving-where their bladders got tortured more. Some of them had goose pimples, from the cold air and from needing to piss sooo bad, especially this boy’s who did drink to much at the evening before. Does some of you have experiences from the army, where you or some other was forced to hold it?
  6. Daisy (19 yo) has three older siblings, and to top it all off, she's the only girl among her siblings. You may think, since she is the youngest and the only girl, her brothers have to treat her like a princess, well, no. Her brothers are in the habit of playing pranks on her. Those are not very heavy pranks, but being three against one can be annoying. Those are usually pranks such as painting her face while she sleeps, turning off her alarms, adding some strange seasoning to her food, or making her believe that her hair was cut. Daisy had put up with her brothers' pranks for years, and there were times when she would return the pranks. But there came a day when, according to Daisy, they went too far. It was the day of the anniversary of their parents, who had decided to spend the whole weekend together without their children. Daisy's siblings were going out to a party that night, but before they left for the party, they put glue on the toilet lid. Hours after her siblings left, Daisy felt the urge to urinate, but unfortunately she couldn't remove the lid from the toilet. Desperate, Daisy looked for any way to peel off the lid, but she didn't succeed and ended up ruining her panties and pants. She had another couple of accidents that night, as it wasn't until the next day, that her brothers came back, that they were able to peel off the lid. That day, Daisy decided that she would take revenge on her brothers. . . . It was an ordinary weekend. Daisy was with her brother, Gabriel (24 yo), playing video games in the living room, while Tim (22 yo) did his college homework, and Mason (20 yo) read a book and listened to music. At that, his parents appeared in the room. They looked pretty well groomed, as if they were going to a fancy event. —Why are they dressed like that? —Tim asked. —An old friend invited her dad and me to her wedding —their mom replied. —So we'll be alone to night —Daisy said. —Yes. And I told Mrs. Johnson to let us know if anything happened. The four siblings looked at each other, and then looked at their parents. —Don't trust us? —Not since the last time we left you alone one night and you had a party —their father replied—. So you know, no parties or anything like that. —Understandable —Daisy said, turning her attention to the screen. —We'll be back tomorrow morning at the latest. —Okay. —I left them money to order something to deliver and left cranberry juice in the fridge —their mother said. —Mom, I don't like cranberry juice —Daisy said. —I know, that's why I left a glass of lemonade, just for you. —Thanks, mom. —Goodbye guys. Their parents left the house. Daisy thought it was the perfect opportunity to get her revenge. Daisy lost the game on purpose to go quickly to the kitchen. In one of the upper cupboards in the kitchen, Daisy's parents kept the medicines. Daisy's father had high blood pressure, so he had been prescribed diuretics, something Daisy could use for revenge. She quietly pulled out the pitcher of cranberry juice her mom had left for her siblings and poured a few drops of the diuretic into the juice. —Daisy, since you're in the kitchen, could you bring us some juice, please?! —Gabriel asked. Normally Daisy would have argued with Gabriel, but this time she let it go as she needed her brothers to drink the juice. She didn't pour too much juice and carried the glasses on a tray. After handing the last glass to Gabriel, she hit him on the head with the tray. —Daisy what the fuck? —I wanted to take the opportunity to hit you. Gabriel rolled his eyes and drank the juice, as did Tim and Mason. A couple of hours passed, and the four siblings decided to order a pizza delivery. And even though they had money left over to buy a soda, they preferred to share the money and drink the juice that their mother had left them. When the house arrived, they handed out the pizza, poured themselves the juice, and sat on the couch and couches to watch a movie. Daisy noticed that her brothers had poured themselves plenty of juice, which would help her plan for revenge happen sooner than she had planned. All that time, she hadn't seen any of her brothers go to the bathroom, but she knew they would soon have to. With a few minutes left in the movie, Daisy noticed Tim moving a little awkwardly in place. Daisy knew she had to get her next phase of the plan going. She rose from her place and said calmly: —I'm going to take a bath. —Finally —Gabriel said. —No wonder it smelled so bad —Mason said mockingly. Daisy ignored her brothers' comments and carried the dirty dishes to the kitchen before going to her room and grabbing her towel. He went into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and got into the shower. However, Daisy wasn't going to take just any bath, she had planned to wash her hair, which was quite long. A few minutes after Daisy went in to take a bath, Tim was the first to get up and go to the bathroom. He knocked on the door and waited for Daisy to speak. —What's going on? —Daisy asked. —Do you take too long? —Maybe, why? —I need to pee. —You have to hold on. —Don't delay. Tim went back into the living room and sat down where Daisy had been. However, in less than five minutes it began to squirm a little. He could still hear the water in the shower, which definitely didn't help his situation at all. —Are you ok? —Gabriel asked. —I need to pee. —Tell Daisy to come out for a moment. —Okay. —I'm going with you, I need to pee too —Mason said. Tim got up and went to the bathroom with Mason. Mason knocked on the door this time. —Daisy, can you go out for a moment? We need to urinate. —Wait, I won't take long. —That's what you told me a few minutes ago —Tim said. —Daisy, how hard is it for you to go out for a minute or two and let us pee? —Mason complained. —I'm getting the shampoo out of my hair. —Are you washing your hair at this hour?! —Tim exclaimed. —Yes. —What's going on here? —Gabriel asked. —Daisy is washing her hair and won't let us in —Tim answered. Gabriel knocked on the door with a bit of force. —Daisy, would you be so kind and let us in? —No. —Why? —Do you remember the prank you played on me on our parents' anniversary? —she asked. That question was more than enough for the three of them to understand where the whole thing was going. They knew that sooner or later Daisy would return the prank, but they didn't expect it to be that way. —Daisy, you...? —This is my revenge —she said—. Let's see how much your bladders can hold. —You know there's a key for the bathroom, don't you? —I hid it. Good luck finding her —Daisy said. His brothers weren't going to give up so easily and started looking for the key all over the house. They opened drawers, rummaged through boxes, and even went into Daisy's room, but they couldn't find it. Tim hated begging, but his bladder felt too full and swollen, so he went back to the bathroom, hoping Daisy would take pity on him. —Daisy, please tell me where the key is. —No. —At least let me in, please, I seriously have to pee. —Let me think, no. —Please, my bladder is going to explode, let me in, please! —he begged. Daisy could hear her brother knocking desperately on the door. But still, Daisy wasn't going to leave the bathroom for quite a while. She had just applied conditioner and needed to detangle her hair, which always took a lot of time as it tangled easily. The next to surrender was Gabriel. The eldest of them all was already on the edge holding his crotch and moving awkwardly. He knocked desperately on the door as he squeezed his legs together. —Daisy, please, it's an emergency, let us in! —No. I got wet three times that night because of your stupid prank. Now it's your turn to pay. —We're sorry, okay? Please, Daisy. —No. Tim leaned his back against the wall and brought both hands to his crotch. Of the three, he was the one who drank the most juice, and he was the most desperate at the time. He tapped the tip of his foot constantly on the floor, trying to distract himself from his need, as if that was going to magically make it disappear. —Daisy, get out now, please! I'm going to pee on myself! —Tim begged. —That's the idea! —Daisy, I promise we won't prank you, just let us in, please —Gabriel asked in a pleading, desperate tone of voice. —Tempting, but no. You better get the mop, because I'm just starting to detangle my hair. Mason came slowly, pressing a hand into his crotch and he banged the bathroom door. —Daisy, open the damn door at once! —Mason demanded—. My bladder is going to explode and I swear if I pee here, I'm going to mop up the mess with your hair! —He threatened. Daisy laughed. She knew that her brother wouldn't be able to get that far, so she wouldn't have to worry about that threat and kept detangling her hair. —Please tell me you found that key —Mason said. Gabriel and Tim shook their heads. What none of them knew, was that Daisy had lied, she hadn't hidden the key, she had taken the bathroom key with her. This was to make sure that her brothers could not enter the bathroom in any way. Daisy decided to make things harder for her siblings and turned on the faucet to the sink. The mere sound of the water increased the desperation of the three boys. Mason knocked the door. —Daisy, turn off the faucet! —Or what? Mason wanted to threaten to shut down the water control, but unfortunately for him, the water control was in the bathroom. Daisy turned off the water just because she felt a little sorry for her brothers, but that didn't mean she would let them in. Gabriel paced back and forth, one hand on his crotch, desperately trying not to lose control. Mason still didn't move from his spot, squirming a little from time to time, and holding his crotch tightly. And Tim was still in place, crossing his legs and slamming his foot on the floor quickly. It took a couple of minutes until Tim had his first breakaway. It was a small stream of urine that accidentally escaped. He managed to stop the flow, but he knew he wasn't going to make it. He crouched down, even though that could only aggravate his situation, but he didn't care anymore. He knew he wasn't going to hold on until Daisy came out of the bathroom and he just gave up. Even though it was embarrassing for Tim to pee his pants at the age of twenty-two, he wasn't going to deny that it was a huge relief to finally let it all go. He let out a small sigh as a long, hot stream of urine poured out of him. It didn't take long for a large puddle of urine to form underneath him. —Tim, what the fuck?! —Mason exclaimed. —Sorry, I couldn't hold on. —Just... You just go and look for the mop —Gabriel said, looking away. —Sure. Tim straightened up and went to get the mop. Wherever it was. It was a little disgusting for him to step in the puddle of his pee, especially since he was barefoot, but at least it was done. At least for him. Maybe it's because this kind of thing usually triggers a domino effect, but shortly after Tim peed, Gabriel let out a small stream of urine. Not enough to be considered an accident, but it didn't go unnoticed. —Damn —Gabriel murmured. Mason just glanced at him sideways, not wanting to embarrass his older brother too much. Gabriel stood still in place. Moving only worsened the condition of his bladder, but he was too desperate and it was difficult for him to stay still. A second stream of urine escaped Gabriel. He was able to stop it, but there was a small puddle of urine underneath it. —God, damn it. At that, Tim returned to the rag and began to mop up the huge puddle of urine he had left. —Just let it go —Tim said—. Believe me, it's better that way. Gabriel bit his lower lip and thought about it for a while before listening to his younger brother. Gabriel relaxed his body and all the urine that had accumulated in his bladder came out in a great stream. He let out a heavy sigh before moving so Tim could mop. —This is humiliating —Gabriel said. —At least you feel better, don't you? —Yes, but... Daisy will never let us forget this. —Yeah. While Tim was mopping, he accidentally hit Mason in the stomach with the mop stick. That was Mason's breaking point. Mason didn't have time to react when a stream of urine abruptly came out. And though he tried, he couldn't stop it. He bent down and hid his face between his knees, while the urine continued to come out. Gabriel and Tim looked at each other a little worriedly before seeing Mason again. Needless to say, the puddle that formed beneath him was huge. —Sorry —Tim said. —Never mind. It's not like I've managed to take it anymore. —This... Your... Could you move around so I can mop there? —Sure. Mason moved and let Tim mop. The only thing left for them to do was wait for Daisy to come out so they could bathe, and pray that Daisy wouldn't mention that incident to anyone. The three of them went to their shared room to get clothes and towels. For her part, Daisy had a huge smile of satisfaction. She had heard everything that had happened outside the bathroom, and although she couldn't see anything, she made a picture in her head of her brothers' expressions. Out of respect for her. brothers, she wouldn't tell anyone about it, but she would make sure her brothers never forgot it. This is a reminder to them not to play such heavy pranks on her.
  7. So many things going on, so much stuff to take care of. Bill was driving home in bud semi-truck. His blue cap was on, sunglasses, white t shirt, red plaid shirt, jeans and belts with his brown boots. His wife was sitting next to him and sleeping and his kids were sitting behind him. Bill grew thirsty and quickly chugged down his second huge bottle of water. He felt hydrated and kept driving and he was glad to be traveling with his family 30 minutes later, the need to piss kicked in and Bill sighed. Bill tried not to think about it and kept driving. Rachel {Bill’s wife} woke up and smiled at him and put her hand on his lap. Bill felt more comfortable after feeling his wife’s touch and put his hand on top of her hand. “Is something wrong honey” asked Rachel “I’m okay dear, I just gotta use the bathroom , I’ll be fine for now” Bill responded Rachel looked at Bill’s two water bottles and said “I’m guessing it’s pee and not poo.” Bill slightly chuckled and nodded 15 minutes later, Bill uncomfortably groaned. Rachel rested her hand on his leg and patted his lap. She checked her GPS and told him that the nearest gas station was 40 minutes away. Bill nodded and sighed, the urge to pee was horrible and he could barely hold it. A few minutes later, the kids woke up and they needed to use the bathroom too. Bill told them that it’ll be a while and they’ll have to hold it. ”We’ll try our best, Dad” said Angela 20 minutes later, Bill got more uncomfortable. He tried to hide his desperation. Bill wiped his forehead and fanned himself, which caused Rachel to turn the AC on. Bill felt a leak and he grabbed on to his crotch area to try and keep anything else from leaking. The kids handed Rachel bottles with yellow liquid, and she nodded and stored them in their cup holder. Bill looked at the bottles and tried to not think about his need to pee. When Bill reached the gas station, he felt like his bladder was going to burst and he quickly stepped out of his truck. He felt like he couldn’t hold it much longer so he undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. Urine started spraying out of his penis as soon as he whipped it out. The kids tried to look away as their father was relieving himself. Bill tried to stop peeing but it just kept squirting and spraying out that a huge puddle was forming. About 2 minutes later and he finally finished. The kids stepped out of the truck to go buy drinks. Bill tried to stop his son from getting out but he was too late because his son had already stepped in the huge puddle. Bill’s face turned red and he became completely embarrassed. Bill drove home and they all walked inside. Bill set down his keys and walked to the bathroom and lifted up the toilet seat. The kids tried to stay away because Bill forgot to close the door. But Bill learned to not chug so much water too quickly
  8. He was bursting and then there were lines. I wonder if he soaked himself in front of all the other guys wetting his pants and underwear completely covered in pee
  9. Just posted my second ever piece of omo fiction: https://www.wattpad.com/1389603483-desperate-train-ride-can't-hold-his-pee-on-the check it out its a short read about a long train ride! 🙂
  10. Hi! Was just wondering if there was any good stories about desperate men getting a bladder ultrasound? It's a huge fantasy of mine.
  11. Sarah and I were chatting while waiting for traffic at the crosswalk after a night of catching up over drinks when she suddenly said “Oooooooo I really wish I had used the ladies at that last bar” while crossing her legs “Want to make a stop at that bar before we cross through the park?” I asked aware of my own need to pee. I wasn’t desperate but would definitely feel a lot better if we stopped. ”Nah I’m good. I really need to get in bed soon.” Sarah yawned As if on cue the sign changed to walk and we crossed into the park and away from any open restrooms. Our conversation starts back up as we cross and about fifteen minutes later I pull out a joint and ask Sarah if she wants to find a bench and have a quick smoke. “Ok” she says “but we need to make it quick because I really really need to wee right now.” I agree and take a seat on one of the benches, tapping my feet and bouncing my legs, while Sarah stands, stepping in place, and we pass the joint for a few minutes before quietly proceeding on our way again. “Ryan..” she says quietly “please don’t think I’m gross but I’m really about to wee myself” “I would never think that about you Sarah.” I say and then point into the distance “there’s a clearing through those trees that nobody ever goes into. Follow me.” Without waiting I take Sarah’s hand and lead her towards the clearing. As we get there she starts holding herself with her free hand and frantically pee dancing. “You go first, I’ll wait here” I tell her “Ry..” she said “Yeah?” I ask “You can say no but can you come with? I don’t want to be on my own.” “Yeah but hurry” I responded “I really need to pee as well now” Sarah grabbed my hand with her free one and we went through the trees into the clearing. As I fumbled for the flashlight on my phone I could hear the leaves cracking and the raspy noise of Sarah’s stockings as her legs scissored together in a desperate attempt to keep from wetting herself. Finally the light turns on and I ask Sarah where she wants it but she’s already in the process of hiking up her skirt and pulling her panties down. At first it sounds like the beginning of a rain storm with a light patter but that quickly turns into a hissing torrent with the flashlight on my phone lighting up everything. “Mmmmmm ahhhhh” she sighed before saying “By the way that light is moving you really need to go as well.” That wasn’t wrong. I was very near the point of losing all control and watching Sarah wasn’t helping. “Do you mind?” I asked to which she said “not at all” and asked if I wanted her to hold the light “Please” I said shakily handing it over and then desperately undid my jeans to unleash my own torrent
  12. Hello, long (long!)-time lurker, first time writer. This originally just came out of an alternate ending I suddenly made one night purely for my own enjoyment. Then I thought, well that was exciting, what if I just started a whole new thing fresh...? And was inspired (by my dick, I imagine) to churn this out. Please excuse any odd formatting. Hopefully I can edit things if need be, this is my first real post here, I have no idea what I'm doing. Anyway, Please enjoy! All credit goes to Kasey (https://www.omorashi.org/profile/223054-kasey/) for the original work: This is basically a fanfiction-y spiritual sequel. Not really authorized in any way, hopefully you don't mind, I really enjoyed the original story! "Parker's Second Ultrasound" Unfortunately, despite my best efforts at clever schedule arrangement, Parker was my second-to-last patient that day, weeks later. “Parker! Come on in,” He got up from his seat in the waiting room and entered, already seeming much more in control than the last time I'd seen him. There was a pinkness coloring his cheeks, but I suspected it was more embarrassment at seeing me again than from expending effort. Hands were calm enough at his sides, he walked almost casually, but there was a visible stiffness in his gait that meant he would definitely love to have a piss right now. I couldn't help but pout in my head. Due to the patient I had after him, I wouldn't be able to stretch out his appointment to devote any extra care today. As much as I longed to keep him here until he was writhing on my table again, I really would have to get a completed examination out of him this time. I was hardly worried about Parker causing any trouble; he was far too submissive and humiliated about his prior accident to complain or even mention it to anyone. But if I brought a patient back for a fourth time after a third apparently failed attempt, a superior or some bean-counter might notice the name repeating. It could be played off, but the game was subtle manipulations, if I wanted to carry on with my brand of fun. "It's good to see you again, Parker," I smiled smokily, teasing, as he shimmied up onto the table. "I apologize I wasn't able to get you in for the last slot today. I know you prefer the privacy." The cute little freckles on his face were nearly swallowed by the burning redness that swept up to his ears. No doubt, he was conjuring images of the last time he had been in this room, on this table, helplessly unleashing his raging piss. He quickly turned away, unable to meet my provocative gaze. Maybe just a trick of the light, but I could have sworn I saw his dick twitch beneath his gray sweatpants. "Oh, um.. yeah. It's okay, don't worry about it," he mumbled awkwardly, shifting in his seat and still studiously ignoring me. Oh, this precious boy. "Well, I'm sure you know the drill by now, sweetheart. Expose that belly, and I'll get you gooped up." Nerves were clearly affecting him, when he jerkily tugged his pants down too far, exposing his cock to the naked air. And my appreciative look. I suddenly realized how much I missed this little playthi-.. my patient. He hurriedly pulled them to the correct height and adjusted himself. Pretending not to see his fumbling, I busied myself getting the gel applicator. I hesitated, then put some into my hand, opting to apply it hands-on instead. If I couldn't have my extra time, I was going to enjoy what I had. I smeared it on, taking extra care to cover him fully, probing my fingers around his bladders' curves and slope. It was certainly firm, but I also knew what he was truly capable of. He was maintaining his composure well, only fidgeting a bit before I was satisfied. But let's see how long he can keep that up... A quick wash at the sink, and back to business. I checked the probe and set to work moving it around on his middle. Before I could plan my next move, I noticed from the monitor that he was just a hair below the ideal level to get the readings required. In reality, this was a meaningless difference. I could see everything needed. But he was technically under... I was just barely able to hold down the devious grin that ached to split my face. Shifting smoothly into my new plan, I put on a puzzled expression, and hummed to myself in mock concern. Parker finally glanced up at me. I shifted the probe once more before humming again decisively and setting it back in its cradle. He was attentive now. "Are we done? That was quick..." He watched, relieved, as I wiped the gel off him with a paper towel. "Nope! You naughty boy, you didn't follow your instructions," I said playfully. "You aren't full enough for what we need." "I, I drank plenty! The recommended amount," he protested. "Sorry hon, maybe you did, maybe you didn't, but it apparently didn't make it to your bladder," I gave said organ a poke, reveling in the wince that followed. “Get those pants back up and... Here,” I handed him a 4oz specimen cup from my supplies on the counter. “We need to get some more water into you. Sorry, best I've got; but it's new, completely sterile. And it's small, so fill this up at least eight times at the drinking fountain in the waiting room and we’ll see how things look after I take care of my next patient.” “I really have to go now! How isn't it enough to- I can't drink all that too!” “I’m sorry Parker, but it's just how it is. I need your bladder at the correct fullness to get a good picture. So it needs to be all eight, just to be sure. Be a good boy, get that water in you, and I promise I’ll bring you back in as quick as I can." "But, but...!" he tried again. "Parker!" I said sternly and grabbed hold of his chin. "You know you need this check-up done, I can't do it as you are, and we can't just keep rescheduling because you don't want to cooperate! That being said, I'll ask... Did you have anywhere you needed to be after you were done here?" "N-no..." he admitted. "All right, good. We're getting it handled today then. Go follow my instructions, while I get things reset for my next appointment. But don't drink too fast! Don't want to get a tummy-ache." I smiled privately. We both knew his stomach was not going to be his main concern in just a short while. The consistent blush coloring his face drained away as his fate sunk in, and was replaced by frightened paleness. He stared down into the empty cup and slowly turned as I guided him to the door. It closed behind him and I set about cleaning the equipment and getting things ready for... I checked the next set of records... 28 year old woman, Sarah Brinkman. - I spent a fair ten minutes getting ready, decent time for Parker to have done as he was told. I opened my door with a friendly smile and announced to the waiting room: "All right, Sarah, I'm ready for you!" "Oh, thank God!" I heard her mutter under her breath as she hopped up and rushed past me into the office. She had her small purse held in a death-grip in front of her crotch and her thighs pressed tight together, making a swushing sound with her leggings. Very tight leggings; with no panty-lines to be seen. Saucy girl. Parker was across the room, starting to fill what must be his final cup of water. I lingered on him a moment, then turned to follow the fidgety brunette. She was already up on the table, leaning forward and shifting constantly. "Good afternoon, Sarah. How are we doing today?" "Mmmmm, afternoon.. Doing fff-fine!" she forced out, fooling no one. "Good to hear! I can see you're ready, so let's get started. I just need you to lay back and lift your shirt a little. And your waistband down to just below your pubic bone, please." She complied and lay back gingerly. Just the same, she grunted when she was fully reclined. " SHIT, " she sucked air through her teeth. "Oh, I'm sorry! I just need to go so baaad!" She moaned, worriedly rubbing her hands on her leggings. Only just resisting the urge to plunge them between her legs. I chuckled amiably. "Believe me, I've seen and heard it all, honey! Don't worry about it." After a moment, she had collected herself enough to complete her instructions, and revealed what she was wrestling with. She had the build of a devoted athlete; medium-small breasts, slim but muscular hips, and she was lightly tanned on her beautifully toned midriff, made all the flatter-seeming by the bloated bulge pushing up below it. Easily the size of a softball and just as firm. On her small frame, it was almost obscene. "My my, you weren't kidding," I commented. She just nodded. "I was keeping hydrated all day... I had my run earlier," A few trickles of sweat escaped her hairline and streaked her pretty face. If I were more into women, I would have been soaking through my panties with arousal. As it was, they were only partially damp. Such a display on this gorgeous woman couldn't be denied all affect. But I did have a job to do, and a particular young man currently bursting with excitement for me to finish, so I applied the blue gel and began the examination. Sarah shuddered hard at the cool touch of the applicator, legs crossed at the ankle and her strong thighs squeezing ever tighter at the probe's light touch on her skin. She was attempting to keep her breathing even and regular, trying to simply endure the pain, but it was quickly turning into short gasps as she struggled to keep herself still and dry. I split my attention between the monitor and drinking in her frantic battle. Unsurprisingly, she was overfull, but I was able to see what I needed from her. Her check-up was for something different than Parker's. Sarah's desperate sounds and the electronic hum of the equipment faded to the background as I couldn't help thinking of how Parker must be doing. How full he must be now. As that extra water I demanded of him trickling down into his already full bladder. Stretching it even further. How he must be clenching his little cock tight, curled up in his seat, rocking back and forth. Or maybe was he squeezing himself, both hands, as he skipped back and forth, potty dancing wildly and praying nobody was going to walk in and see him in such an embarrassing position. A loud groan of distress shook me out of my daydream. I realized I had drifted off staring at the monitor. And I hadn't moved the ultrasound probe for the past minute and was putting extra pressure on Sarah's bladder. She had her fingers dug into the cushion beneath her and one knee raised up over the other in a panic. "Oh dear me," I said, recovering quickly. "I'm so sorry about that, I thought I saw something, had to get a closer look." "Mmm," she whimpered, and only nodded again, face screwed into a tight-lipped grimace, sweating more now. Despite my daydreaming, I believed I'd gotten all I needed from her. She was finished up here and ready to be released. In more ways than one. Right as the probe left her skin, there was a sharp hiss between her clamped legs. The gray material tucked into her crotch became a darker shade glistening with wetness. Abandoning any embarrassment, her hands flew immediately to her pussy, jamming her fingers up between her lips as far as they would go. Despite the added outer pressure, another spurt escaped. A pause. Then a longer one. She moaned loudly in agony. Her legs were held ramrod straight, but her body as a whole was vibrating with effort. Sweat was streaming down her face, plastering hair to her forehead. A third jet spurted out around the finger tight against her pee hole, the longest yet. This girl was racing past her limits and I couldn't stop watching her crash right into the finish line. Sarah swung herself off the table and hopped from foot to foot in a frenzied dance, hair flying wildly. "I have to go, Ihavetogo, please, PLEASE, I have to PEE!" she nearly shouted. "Of course, you're finished, go, go!" to say otherwise would be unprofessional, of course. The squirming young woman pried one hand from her crotch and flung the door open to crash into the wall. Across the waiting room outside, Parker paused in his own dance. He was hunched over, legs twisted, dripping sweat, one hand on his knee and one inside his pants, gripping his cock for all he was worth. Looks like I was right, I though to myself. The head of his cock was held forward in his fist, making a visible impression on his sweatpants. A small dark spot bloomed as his grip wavered in shock at the sudden noise. His wide eyes were locked on the doorway in alarm. Sarah, meanwhile, lurched out and to the left, toward where the single unisex restroom waited down a short hall. However, her legs were so tightly contorted and clumsy from panic, as she tried to run, her right foot got caught on her left and she pitched forward to the floor. Luckily, her honed reaction time was fast enough to throw her hands out to catch herself. She stayed like that, on all fours, for a brief moment that felt like an eternity. There was a high pitched sound coming from her throat, and it was plain to see this was her final effort. I could almost imagine a deep rumbling sound building, like a boiler was rapidly pressurizing until the bolts fired off, seams burst, and blew the roof into space. I wasn't far off. With a sharp cry, her dam finally broke and boiling hot piss gushed from her pussy, clattering loudly on the linoleum floor. It sprayed out of her like a power washer on 11, forcing its way through the sodden material of her leggings as if they weren't even there. The way her hips were positioned, the stream was firing down and behind her, pushing her puddle back past my doorway where I stood gaping. It almost seemed to get stronger as she let loose a guttural moan, the smallest feeling of relief finally beginning in the base of her brain. Then her back arched, her body involuntarily trying to curl in on itself to bear down and mechanically force her bladder to empty faster. She relaxed slightly, then a contraction caught her again and brought her hips forward with a grunt, then again, and again for a fourth time, groaning raggedly with each one. Her own body worked her like a bellows, forcing the piss out in surging bursts. At long last, she seemed spent and the flow petered out. She sat there, hands and knees in a warm pool of her own making, head down, huffing like she had run a marathon. I gave her a moment, then approached and lay a comforting hand on her back. Apparently, that one small touch was enough to break her concentration and trip a hair-trigger deep inside she had felt rising, and a different dam broke. Her legs clamped together with a squelch and she tightened up again, fingers flexing and breath caught fast in her throat. One foot twitched pitifully behind her. She let out a tiny gasp and shuddered in place for a long moment. Slowly her seized muscles released and she swayed, now truly spent. I steadied her around the middle before she could tip over and get a face full of her own pee. I could only squat there and blink for a few seconds. I don't think she or I was expecting that. That piss must have really been something. "Sarah..? Are you all right?" I murmured. She blinked up at me blearily, struggling to get her bearings after such an... experience. "Um, I..." she cleared her throat, still in shock. "I... am so so sorryyy. I just couldn't hold anymore... it hurt so bad. And-and then I... I couldn't....it just hit me... right in front of you... holy shit, just kill me now..." A few tears plinked down into the piss puddle. Gentle sobs began to shake her shoulders as I stroked her back and took stock. The full puddle stretched a few feet out in every direction, more past my office. Her leggings were now basically a complete darker shade, soaked from the pressurized release and absorbed off the floor. And I had almost forgotten the other occupant in the waiting room... Parker seemed rooted to his spot, apparently not having moved since the door first swung open. Just staring in horror, as he still was, at the pretty girl forcefully voiding what he so desperately wanted to as well. He was still clutching at his cock in his pants, but it now jutted forward erect, and his wet spot had snaked a thin line down his pant leg to the knee. As if sensing my attention, he suddenly came back to himself and remembered his complaining bladder. He hunched forward again, renewing his desperate battle, and re-moistening his wet spot with another leak. "Sarah... Sarah, it's okay honey, you're okay," I consoled, and helped her rise to her wobbly legs. "It can happen to anyone. You should have seen our ultrasound training days in medical school. We had to practice on each other for hours!" And I continued a bit louder, "But you feel a lot better now, don't you? Relieved at last. All that pressure gone, you probably feel so much lighter!" I smiled at Parker, who was now kneading his cock to keep his own waters in. Sarah half-nodded morosely, still sniffling. I escorted her on towards the facilities. "How about you get cleaned up as you can in the restroom and- do you feel okay to drive home?" A nod. "All right. And really, you can barely tell at a distance. If you go out the back here, no one will be the wiser, I promise." "Mhmm... th-thanks," she said wetly. And tottered into the restroom. I turned back to take care of Parker, at last. Who was delirious with desperation by this point. His kidneys had done their job superbly and were working through all the water he had dutifully choked down, shoving it through into his bladder until the organ stood out proudly between his hips, taut as a drum. He was standing shakily at the edge of the puddle. He had himself pulled out over his waistband and seemed to be trying to hype himself up to piss on the floor. "PARKER. You put that thing back right now!" I whisper-shouted, feeling like a dog owner with a misbehaving pet. In his strained mind, he thought he could sneakily relieve some pressure into the mess already there. He gave a start as he heard me. And quickly yanked his sweatpants back up, waistband pulled purposefully above his bulge, and immediately pinched the end of his dick again from the outside. "But, I-! I can't wait, I caaan't... " He moaned out piteously, shaking his head back and forth. Yet, he still was. I quickly splashed over and seized him by the shoulders. "You can and you will," I commanded. "Let's get this done, sweetie. You've been such a good boy so far, don't ruin it now." And firmly herded him into my office, making tiny waves in the lake of piss with his shuffling feet. I kicked the door shut behind us and slid the children's step stool up to the table. In his state, I knew he wouldn't make it up himself. Shaking and shivering as he was though, I still had to help steady him. Before he sat down on the edge, I said, "First, we'll just get these out of our way entirely, yes?" Like a flash, I grabbed either side of his sweatpants and shucked them to his heels in one motion, dislodging his hand in the process. He squeaked in alarm and a quick shot of piss sizzled just past my face, which was now at crotch level. His bladder was truly incredible from this close vantage, it was now stretching the whole area between his hips and pushed out a solid inch or so, nearly covering his dangling penis in the shadow it cast. I gave his cock a hard flick as I straightened. "Hey. Do not piss on the tech," I admonished, but he hardly noticed. His eyes were screwed shut and cock pressed between palms tucked tight between his thighs, both to hold himself shut and try to hide himself in embarrassment. He moaned lowly as he forced back a further leak. "All right, now lay down, I'll get you checked out. And then you can let out allll that pee," He nodded, still concentrating, and eased his bare ass on and swung his legs up. I slid his bunched up underwear, pants, and slip-on shoes all the way off and tossed them on the counter. Parker now lay shivering in exertion and cold on the table, naked from the waist down. He had a white-knuckled grip on his cock, sweat oozing from every pore on his body. Bare dancing legs crossed one over the other, then the other way, one knee popped up for a moment, they twisted tight around each other, then stretched out flat; just trying to find a position that offered any relief. Wide eyes tracked me as I got the gel and probe out. I would have to be extra gentle, he seemed fit to pop at any moment. The gel slid smooth onto his heated body and he groaned as the applicator softly kissed his stretched skin. Had he been in a clearer state of mind, he would have long realized that if he was too full for the exam last time, he was definitely too full right now. As it was, he couldn't retain a thought beyond the retention of his piss. I was under no impression I would be able to get anything useful yet either; but I just couldn't help myself not to play it out anyway. It was almost sad toying with him like this, but my nethers swimming in steaming arousal did not care a whit. Gel done, now there was a problem. Two shaking forearms were stretched over the area I needed to probe. "Sweetie, your arms are in my way, I need you to let go of your cock." The look he shot me was pure disbelief. "No, no I can't! It's too much! I can't!" he whimpered, squeezing at his dick rhythmically. "Parker, you are not a child! Adults can hold their piss without grabbing at their junk. Get your hands off! Now!" He choked out half a sob, scrunched his eyes shut, and slammed his arms down to the table at his sides. They quivered there, longing to dart back down to squeeze again. I wouldn't be surprised if his fingernails had drawn blood with how tightly his fists were clenched. With arms unable to help, his legs twined themselves around each other, trying desperately to do it alone. His pelvis lifted off the table, then settled back again. He let out a truly agonized groan. "Thank you, sweetheart," I cooed. The probe came down and delicately traveled its course. I rested my offhand ever so faintly on the base of his bulging bladder. I could almost feel his sphincter fluttering in fatigue, as his cock jumped with each spasm and little squirts leaked out every few seconds. His breath was coming in short gasps, face burning red and shining with sweat, straining himself beyond belief to keep his piss contained with that one tiny ring of aching muscle at the exit of his bladder. I continued swiping across him, relishing his performance, but I finally relented. Despite not once looking at the monitor, I pretended I just noticed something and clucked my tongue, taking the probe away. "Tsk... ... -Oh fine, Parker, use your hands." The latest burgeoning leak was cut off as he rammed his hand over his cock, bending the pliable hose over itself and clamping down on it to stem the flow. "Well, it seems you overdid it, naughty boy. Now you've got too much piss in you." For a split second, he shot me a furious look, resent and indignant anger flaring in his eyes, but it was quickly smothered in a fresh wash of tortured desperation. I continued, "We'll have to let some of that out, so I can check you correctly." "Ba-bathroom?" A faint sparkle of hope glinted in his scrunched face. "No, Parker. Sarah's likely still in there and I won't have you bothering the poor woman." He seemed about to sob. "No, you're going to do it in here. With this," I held up another of the specimen cups from earlier. He either wasn't thinking about how precious little that cup could hold or he was so eager for any relief that he didn't care what size it was, as long as it could receive liquid. He nodded, and squeaked emphatically, "Please!" "All right, but only in the container! You wouldn't want to make a mess on my floor again, right?" I couldn't help but tease. He awkwardly scooted himself off the table as fast as the sloshing weight between his legs would allow and stood on the floor next to it, dancing about like he stood on hot coals. I handed him the cup and he got into position, tucked close to the table in a vain attempt to maintain some level of privacy to do his business. I could have pretended to humor his efforts and look away, but he wasn't paying attention to me anyway. He aimed his shaking cock as best he could, and finally let go. The piss ripped out him, drilling loudly into the small plastic container, which was filled to the brim in scant seconds. He grunted as he tried to pinch off the flow, but the head poking out of his tight fist spat another fat stream onto the floor. And then a second. His body had finally tasted a little relief and it burned to continue. A third hot spurt. His eyes flicked around in sheer panic, looking for something -Anything!- to help him, when he realized five more cups sat on the surface next to him. A measly four ounces were obviously not going to get him to the target volume, so I had laid out all the cups I had at hand. The young man set the full one on the table and snatched up the next to hold ready under his dick. Piss gushed at once into clear plastic. In a stroke of desperate genius, he let his cock hang on its own and grabbed the third cup with his unoccupied hand. Without slowing his stream, he swapped in the empty cup just as the second one started to overflow and set it next to the first one on the table. He continued juggling through them like that until all six cups were on the table, full of steaming urine. After enjoying such a long uninterrupted stream, his bladder shrieked all the louder when he clamped down again. I was almost sure he would scream as well. Doubled over and trembling dick held tight once more. Stock-still and focused entirely on maintaining control, he had to let a short burst out that had managed to force its way into his dammed up urethra. After a long half-minute, a single drop hung shining at the tip, but no more escaped. He managed to heave an unsteady breath as the thundering wave of urgency passed enough for his mind to clear of its blind panic. Parker's bladder still felt horribly full and on the verge of surrender, but at least he could think again. I let out my own deep breath. I had enjoyed seeing that. To my practiced eye, the bulge appeared much closer to an acceptable level now. I joined him on his side of the table to collect the piss cups. But first, I embraced him from behind to run my fingers up and down his chest, "You did so well, sweetie. But you did leak on the floor." He yelped when I gave his ass a solid stinging smack. "I'll clear it off and then back up on the table, boy." We both got ourselves into position, and I was about to begin when... "Parker," I began testily. "You're blocking me again." "I'm sorry! I still really really have to pee!" I huffed lightly and stroked my hand along his upper thigh. "Mmmm... I guess you sure do, at that... Remember what we did last time to help you hold it?" My fingernails traced farther upward. Now I gently massaged his balls, and they began to tighten up in response. "Y-yes..." he answered hesitantly, his mouth suddenly and ironically feeling a bit dry. "Well... get it started then," I prompted, adding a little huskiness to my voice. I continued caressing his sac as I gave his inner thigh a few kisses and a quick lick. His erection began to build, hidden under his hand, until it was too uncomfortable to keep forced down, where he let it out to spring skyward. He kept his hand wrapped around it but seemed afraid to go further. Embarrassment with doing yet another very private act in front of me warred with the visual and feeling of my head so close to his crotch, hot breath wafting across his sensitive areas. A bit impatient, I moved in closer and dragged my tongue on his balls, tasting the salty tang of his sweat. From the back of the young man's throat came a soft moan, different than what I'd heard from him so far today. Just a few more seconds of that and his cock was throbbing hard. Even if he wasn't cooperating, that should block off his piss for a time. "There you go, big boy, keep it in." I straightened and started my exam. When his erection started to flag a little from overriding piss pressure, I moved his hand off and wrapped my own slim fingers around. I had no qualms giving him a few tugs if he wouldn't do his part. The reluctant moans were part pleasure, part pain. Parker's bladder was still aching full, but decently reduced enough for me to work. He was still struggling with it nonetheless. I passed the probe back and forth, taking care to focus where I needed and make sure he was looking up to snuff in there. All the while, I kept a steady stroking of his cock, keeping him hard and the piss locked up. An impressive display of dexterity on my part. Meanwhile, liquid was still getting filtered out by two well-exercised kidneys; the last of the water he had drank earlier. As time went on for the examination, his bladder was refilling. It seemed at an exponential pace, as if the body was making up for lost time now that it knew some space had been made. Parker was becoming increasingly agitated, his reddened cheeks and sweating had kicked back in with force. Between my hand on his cock and his bladder inflating, he had two burning needs fighting for release. I slowed my stroking as I struggled to make out what I could through the increasing bladder size. It was near impossible by now, but I had experience and this was the final chance for getting this exam done. Suddenly, he grunted and a squirt of piss jumped from his hard cock and drenched my hand in hot urine. "Parker, I haven't finished yet! You hold that piss in, young man," I snapped. "Sorry!" He panted. "But I have to go- ... -fucking bad!" The blush had reached his ears again, painting him all in fire engine red. One heel was juddering a wild tattoo on the table as his legs shook uncontrollably. He shivered and shook all over, tearing between desperate need and frantic desire. His cock was fiery rod in my hand, which I now held still, simply squeezing him closed. I could feel his muscles clench through it, pushing and flexing against my hand. Holding back the surging ocean of pee or trying to reach an approaching orgasm, I couldn't tell. I doubt he could either. He let out whimpering moans with each panicked breath. His face was twisted into a horribly pained grimace as what felt like gallons of piss rammed on the same gate that his churning balls wanted to blast cum through. A hot prickling sensation climbed up his spine to the back of his head, making him tingle all over as his body felt ready to, he was sure, literally explode. The feeling spread out and down to fill his trunk and limbs with crackling, numbing energy. Fingers lost feeling while they dug hysterically into the cushion beneath him. During this rising turmoil, I kept my eyes on the monitor to get the last imaging of his raging insides. I could barely see at this point, but finally it was done. He was hale and hearty, no problems to be seen at all. I raised the probe off his squirming, writhing body and let go of his steely cock. "Okay, Parker. Looks like you're all good. We're done," I declared. His watering eyes darted to me and took a long second to grasp at the words that sluggishly worked through his waterlogged brain. He almost seemed to comprehend for a moment, Then all at once, his stomach muscles tightened and he half sat up as a long and powerful silver jet shot up from his erect dick. It nearly reached the ceiling before it all crashed back down again, dousing him, the table, and me. The stream paused a moment, as he strained to stop, but it geysered up regardless, arcing down again to splash all of us. He let out a cry. Abruptly, the torrent dwindled and cut off, as if something had closed off its path. Cock rigidly twitched a few times, but nothing escaped. He was tipping over the edge. Parker flopped back to the table and gripped tight onto the sides of it. He began to tremble as his ass cheeks clenched and stabbed his rock hard cock toward the ceiling. His brown eyes bulged and crept into the back of his head. His mouth dropped open and chin jutted out, for only a hoarse croak to escape. At last, muscles in his groin contracted forcefully, and a blast of cum erupted from his dick. It flew straight up to splatter down onto his own shirt. Hips bucked in spastic jerks with each mighty spurt that blasted cum with unbelievable power to splash down around him. I counted at least eight, reducing in volume with each, but the last was longer and clearer. Internal plumbing was forced to immediately switch gears as his bladder now exerted all its strength to void. His wildly confused system took that great forceful pressure as a sign to begin another round of orgasmic contractions. His hard cock continued to jolt, but now shot piss up into the air in quick bursts like he was cumming it out. It obviously felt so, as his head was still thrown back in ecstasy and his whole body spasmed. Each fat burst hissed as it escaped his highly pressurized pee hole. Eventually, his cock heaved a final time and the rhythmic shower was over. Parker lay boneless on the table, chest heaving as he could finally start to catch his breath. His eyes were closed in euphoric bliss and exhaustion. It looked like his bladder bump was near smooth again, but not completely flat even now. I couldn't be surprised, that was hardly a normal way to empty a bladder. Obviously he wasn't feeling it urgently, though; he almost seemed dead asleep, if anything. My white jacket had more than a few wet patches decorating its surface. I had tried to step back a bit when the fireworks had begun, but there was only so much room to escape that steamy golden shower. Although, it wasn't very golden with how hydrated he had been, and you could barely smell a hint of it. I slipped my outer layer off to avoid any more soaking into my scrubs underneath. My panties were also wet, but... that wasn't pee... I just had to give my slick folds a quick rub to partly satisfy the aching tingle. I shivered, then collected myself and went to stand at Parker's side with my arms crossed under my breasts. I waited there for a time, shifting my weight a bit, until his breathing began to normalize. I softly cleared my throat. His eyes peeled open, one at a time, and he seemed to have trouble focusing on anything. Slowly, vision cleared and he could see me staring down at him, a few random locks of hair wet and matted down to my scalp. One hung dangling in front of my face. The fiery blush returned once more, this time pure horrified shame and embarrassment. He knew what happened. My things squeezed together briefly as I bent forward at the waist. I leaned in close to his face and grabbed his chin roughly. "Parker... dear boy. I thought I told you... not to piss on the technician," I snarled. Wide brown eyes flicked between my own blue in terror. A feral grin bared my teeth. "You're not getting off from that scot-free." I pushed him away and stepped back. I slipped out of my shoes and stuffed my socks into them. Dainty feet patted on the cold floor. Looking him right in the eyes, I then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my scrub pants and slide them down slowly, revealing the jet black panties underneath. An extra shine in the gusset where they were soaked with my arousal. I pressed a needed hand up against myself for a moment, then slid the panties down as well, pushing my ass out provocatively. Now I stood, hands on hips, naked from the waist down, just like Parker, who stared intently at my neatly trimmed bush. He swallowed hard and his penis jumped once as it tried to get hard again, but was unfortunately too wrung out to perform so soon. I showed my teeth again and climbed up onto the table to straddle his middle. There was just barely enough room to perch with my shins on the soft cushion to either side of him. "Ready to get yours, Sweetie?" I asked. Throughout this long day of excitement, my own bladder had filled significantly from my usual intake of fluid and a skipped bathroom break. As Parker was losing control wildly just then, I felt my urge ramp up quickly to be very uncomfortable. My own middle had grown large and hard in sympathy with my last two patients' desperate battles. Though not quite to the same degree. And now I could feel it absolutely aching to gush from me, onto the young man held captive between my smooth thighs. I sat my ass down heavily onto his pelvis, pressing down on his bladder and tucking his cock into the groove between my cheeks, aimed toward his feet. He grunted in surprise and discomfort. I gave him a last predatory look, and released. The piss rushed out in a surging river onto his stomach, hissing and splashing, rapidly re-drenching his damp shirt. A long moaning sigh whooshed from my mouth. Ohhh, this felt heavenly; the relief! It was not a stretch to see how Sarah could have came earlier just from pissing out her massive load. I could feel my bladder deflating as the days-worth of pee flowed powerfully from my pulsing pee hole. I gave an extra push, increasing the already vigorous flow into a roaring deluge, striking off his skin and flinging droplets into the air. The flood spread across his body, then off the table, in waterfalls crashing to the floor. A husky groan tumbled from my lips. I rolled my hips a bit, grinding my gushing pussy onto his abdomen. Then I heard the spattering sound of liquid striking the vinyl cushion behind me. It seemed his blocked bladder had finally relaxed again. I fancied I could feel the hum as the piss coursed through the shaft nestled into my ass. We both sat there, giving the occasional pant of delicious relief as we pissed out all we had for the next nearly forty seconds. Our streams slowly died out. I bore down again, forcing the last of it out in a hard squirt onto his stomach. We both breathed. The fire that had been burning inside me for the last few hours blew up into a roaring inferno, as if the pee I just released had been the last thing quenching its fury. My right hand flew straight to my hooded clit like a heat-seeking missile. Fingers rubbed frantically, using my piss and personal lube to fly ever faster and harder. Breaths came fast and hard as the heat spread up into my chest and face, nipples poked out against my bra. I spared a glance for Parker, seeing him goggle at the tech that had just emptied her bladder onto him and was now madly bringing herself to orgasm, perched right on top of him. He'd seen me naked and was currently wearing my piss, so he could get as much an eyeful as he wanted, far as I could have cared right then. My hips moved on their own, grinding my lips desperately against his pelvic area. I was already so nearly there. The sun-like heat in my body built rapidly to a supernova that finally detonated behind my eyes as a scream of ecstasy tore my throat raw. I saw stars as I blacked out for a moment and only distantly felt myself fall forward onto Parker's soggy chest. My muscles spasmodically twitched as I lay there, one hand still glued to my crotch, giving my clit a few gentle rubs to ride out the pleasure. A peaceful five minutes passed while I gradually drifted down from my incredible high. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of satisfied pleasure, then lifted my head to give Parker a half-lidded, dreamy smile. The corner of his mouth quirked up slightly then back down, he was plainly unsure of how to feel about all of this. At length, I clambered off of him and stood next to the table. I adopted a professional tone, in hard contrast with the cool air I could feel caressing my damp labia. "Okay, we're all finished up here. Thank you for being so cooperative today. Your results will be added to your records; you can check them out online if you want in your Patient Portal. Have a great evening, and if you have any further questions or concerns..." I took his face in my hands and darted in to mash my lips against his. Mouth parted slightly in shock and I slipped my tongue in to dance briefly across his teeth. I released the suddenly breathless young man and pulled back. "..please don't hesitate to schedule another appointment." And there we are. Hope you all enjoyed, (while a little hot under the collar, if I did it right). I'm not sure I got the characters quite true to the original, but eh, it is what it is. Fanfiction, after all. Also please excuse any awkward bits of inaccurate medical tomfoolery, I am no doctor. And have never even had an ultrasound myself, for that matter. I am also not a woman, so hopefully the intimate descriptions were close enough to accurate and, at the least, not cringe-inducing. All righty, off you go now.
  13. I started writing this months ago but then my circumstances changed and I couldn’t get on here. I recently finished it and hope to get back on here more. Anyway I hope you all enjoy! The day of the Queen’s funeral I bet everyone in the U.K. knows what they were doing on Monday 19th September 2022. Me? I had much of it planned for days, though the actual day went nothing like I thought it would. I’ll start at the beginning shall I? I’m not a huge royalist by any means. I celebrated the Jubilee and I know the basics of the family and remember a few of the weddings and stuff but this…well this is major history isn’t it? The Queen…well she’s just always been there. That’s what I tried saying to ma and pa, but they were still wary of my plans. I suppose ma has her reasons. Even I know death and funerals are major triggers for many and ma has been to too many funerals lately. There was the old neighbour Mrs Barks that ma knew well, then about a month ago her friend from her work had a tragic accident on holiday, and it’s not even been a year since her sister too. She maybe felt I was celebrating things that shouldn’t be celebrated, but it wasn’t like that. Anyway, I told her that her and pa could do whatever they wanted and I wouldn’t disturb them and that was that. I bought and made all the food and got up early to take it all down the garden to what’s now known as my ‘cave’. My cave? Well it’s the old garage that pa and I gutted and set up as a place where I could be. Like a bedroom without a bed. A chill out pad sort of idea. It was all because I started talking about leaving home now I have a job. In all honestly with prices round here I couldn’t afford anything but in a small two bed bungalow I needed my own space. Ma did her usual grumping and moaning and nipping my head until pa, being the usual peacemaker, came up with the idea of the garage. So I sleep and eat in the house but I have space at the bottom of the garden to relax, watch what I want, hang out with friends and get my own space, but ma and pa see me every day and I basically still live at home. Hey, it works and I save a fortune so it’s all cool. I’ve got electricity, internet and heat so that’s as much as I need. Ma and pa know my mates anyway, well the ones I’m closest to at least. Ahmed, Danny and Andy have all been in my cave loads so I figured they might all fancy watching the days events there with me. Andy was the only one to decline. His little lad was off nursery and the wife wanted him home to keep him amused, which was fair enough I guess. Then Ahmed text saying he had a friend who was keen to watch with some company so I told him to go ahead and let them come too. Why not I though. It was starting early so by 8am there was four of us in the cave with the laptop on BBC1 live. Ahmed, Lyra (yes he brought a girl which I wasn’t expecting at all) and Danny sat on my corner coach and I sprawled on my giant beanbag amazed at what we were all watching. We watched the procession slowly moving when I suddenly realised I hadn’t even offered anyone anything to drink! I didn’t want to interrupt anything but there was so much going to be happening that I felt if I was going to make tea or coffee I’d better do it now. I don’t have running water in my cave as it’s obviously still a garage in so many ways but I do have a coffee machine and a kettle and I’d brought out big bottles of water, milk and sugar. It was all very British of us all but we all had a mug of tea as we watched, silently sipping and listening. I glanced away from the screen to look at the bunch of people around me. Assuming Lyra was about ages with Ahmed and the others, even combining all our ages we still were nowhere near as old as the Queen! We were a right mixed up lot too. Danny with his short well groomed hair, clean crisp shirt and black tie and suit trousers, Ahmed with his torn black jeans, shiny brown knees poking through and black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, me with my darkest chinos on that are probably more navy than black because I hate black clothes and my black t-shirt that I think might actually be a pj top ma and pa got me last Christmas, then Lyra, with skin a little lighter than Ahmed’s which I could see only on her neck and arms and through her tights as she wore a calf length loose fitting Gypsy style black skirt and a white blouse with black trim. All very different but all captivated and respectful of the passing of our great Queen Elizabeth the second. Just before the main event started I noticed the mugs were all empty so I put them on the coffee table and quickly asked if anyone wanted another cup. The guys all seemed fine but Lyra nodded as I put a plate of sandwiches and crisps near the laptop. The procession was incredible; poignant, religious, traditional, but somehow I couldn’t move away and neither could the rest of us. This really was history in the making and there was so little movement from any of us, other than Lyra sipping at her tea and the odd eye being wiped. It wasn’t until the procession finished an hour later that anyone actually ate any of the sandwiches or crisps and Lyra handed me her empty mug. She stood up from the sofa to hand me it as she looked around then quietly asked me if there was a bathroom she could use. I felt weird talking with a funeral going on live on the laptop so I nodded and lead her out the side door and outside. It was a little drizzly and cooler outside but being out in the open I suddenly felt it was ok to speak. I made a comment about how incredible the event had been so far as we walked together down the back garden towards the main house. I put my hand on the back door handle and went to pull it down when I turned towards Lyra in shock. Weirdly, and very unusually, the door was locked. I didn’t want to say anything so instead I just casually turned and walked around the side of the bungalow with Lyra following me. My mind was working overtime but I still hadn’t made sense of it when we reached the front door only to find it locked too! Pa’s car was still there but I did realise on ringing the bell that Penny didn’t bark and only then did it occur to me that my parents might have taken the dog for a walk. I turned to Lyra and apologised, giving her my thoughts on where my parents might be and saying I didn’t think they’d be long until they were back. She smiled and nodded and as we walked back towards the back garden she finally spoke. “Don’t say anything to the others will you?” “Of course not. Honestly I’m really really sorry about this. They ought to be back really soon. We can try again in ten minutes if you want?” We had just reached the side door to the garage when she placed her hand on my shoulder catching me by surprise. “It’s fine. Just pretend I went and everything is fine. I’ll just wait.” I nodded as we walked quietly back inside seeing the others still glued to the proceedings. I was starting to need the bathroom myself so maybe we’d all head to the house soon before coming back for the next service later? That would work, provided I didn’t drink too much more before then. It was now mid morning and we all sat back down watching as the first service began. So many world leaders, ex prime ministers and politicians, it was truly remarkable and amazing. Ahmed eventually caught my eye and smiled before interrupting the start of the service by saying he was just going out for a smoke. I nodded and he walked out alone. My eyes seemed to naturally drift to Lyra then as I noticed her watching Ahmed leave and shifting on the couch. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was aware that Ahmed was gay but I didn’t want to get involved. Danny, who’d been very subdued and quiet so far, leaned off the couch to reach the sandwiches and out of the corner of my eye I noticed Lyra shifting more as if she was thinking of leaving. It must have been at least half an hour since we’d been to the house and found it locked and I wondered if I should offer to check again or not? I had such mixed emotions about it to be honest. I was embarrassed and felt really awkward about the fact the house was unexpectedly locked but I also felt a bit…I don’t really know..maybe excitement, that Lyra and I had this secret somehow that the others didn’t know. I knew she needed to pee but no-one else knew. It was like this secret knowledge bound us in some way and connected us and when Lyra caught me looking at her she sheepishly smiled and blushed a little. I turned away to look at Danny, the only other person in the room at that point, as he sat back down with a sandwich and continued watching my laptop. About ten minutes or so later perhaps Ahmed came back in asking if he’d missed anything, casually grabbing some food. He hadn’t sat back down yet when he asked if I had anything else to drink other than tea. I got up and opened my mini fridge and offered him a cold can, automatically offering one to Danny and Lyra too. Ahmed then sat on the beanbag I’d been on meaning I found myself on the couch right next to Lyra, who had taken a can and was now sipping on it. Sitting beside her made me feel warm and even more connected to her and as I felt my own bladder signal to me a bit more that I could do with a bathroom trip it made me instantly wonder how Lyra felt. Had she forgotten about her need to go? Had it subsided like mine had earlier or increased since we’d returned? I couldn’t ask her, of course, especially as I’d only just met her a few hours ago, so I had to try not to think about it. Then I felt her wriggle a bit. It was quite a sudden wriggle as she sat her can on a nearby little table and crossed her legs. Her top foot was in my eye line quite a bit now as the laptop sat on a coffee table in front of us and I couldn’t help noticing that her foot was sort of circulating which actually took my breath away a little as she had black tights on and a woman’s foot in black tights has always been a sight I have somehow really liked. Never thought had I seen a foot moving like hers. One minute it was turning like she was demonstrating every movement her ankle could make, then the toes were curling and then it was like her foot was tensing and tapping some invisible piece of furniture. Because of where her foot and leg were and where I was sitting, to everyone else, and hopefully to Lyra too, it looked like I was avidly watching what was happening in the live coverage on my laptop but my mind was most definitely elsewhere and I was hooked. Then as suddenly as she had crossed her legs she uncrossed them and pushed her lower body back more in the sofa. I could feel every movement as our bodies touched every so slightly sitting right beside each other. I expected her to lean back onto the back of the sofa like I would to relax and let the furniture take my full weight but instead she seemed to tense her back and lean forwards with her arms on her knees. I could feel the tip of my manhood tingling more and more and some movement in my trousers. I definitely could do with emptying my bladder but I also felt enthralled by the fact I was now convinced Lyra needed to go even more than I did and that thought was compelling me to ignore my own need in favour of seeing what Lyra might do or say next. Since returning from the house she’d barely said anything and she really didn’t seem as comfortable as she was when she first came either. None of us were talking but Danny somehow still felt the need to say loudly that we had to be silent as the coverage paused and 11:55 struck for the two minutes silence. It was the weirdest two minutes as we all sat staring at the computer or the floor deep in our own thoughts. There’s something about silence that seems to heighten every little movement isn’t there? Well it does for me and I could feel the tiniest of wriggles from beside me as Lyra sat tense upright with her head bowed looking at her own feet as I tried to think more about the Queen than the fact I could really go a piss and the beautiful lady beside me obviously needed to do the same. The silence ended as abruptly as it had started and by the same person as Danny quite suddenly stood up, breathed out like he’d been holding his breath, smiled faintly and looked at me before announcing out of nowhere, “Right. I was just waiting for that to happen before I excused myself. Don’t want to be disrespectful or anything but if it’s ok I’m gonna have to nip into your parents house for a minute. All that tea and cola…be back in a bit!” I nodded as he walked out quickly and closed the side door. Ahmed must have been bemused as he chuckled to himself and commented after he’d left, “Bet he’s glad that was just two minutes silence. I reckon he’s been dying to go for ages. No disrespect to her majesty but I’ve never seen a funeral drag out for hours like hers.” Lyra looked at me right in the eye as I noticed her bite her lower lip anxiously. Ahmed clearly had no idea how desperate she was but her look said it all to me. With a combination of hopefulness that my parents were now back home and awkwardness both at being quite desperate myself and knowing Lyra was obviously bursting to go too I stood up and walked towards the side door. I was about to mention that I hoped my parents were back when another stern look from Lyra made me remember her earlier promise. Instead I opened the door and looked down the garden for Danny noticing that the back door to the house was still shut. I stepped out to get a slightly better view when I heard a noise and instinctively looked around the side of the garage to see the back of Danny standing against the side of the garage pissing. Not wanting to embarrass him, and assuming the house must still be locked, I looked immediately away and stood in the doorway. Glancing into the room I could see Lyra now off the couch and moving around and Ahmed lounging on the beanbag like he owned the place. Not wanting to let either of them come out and catch Danny I remained in the doorway trying not to listen to Danny urinating but unable to block it out as I slid a hand into my pocket to fondle myself a bit as my own dick twitched more in need. If my parents didn’t return really shortly I’d have to search the garage for the spare house key because my own bladder was making me increasingly uncomfortable and a quick second glance inside told me Lyra was feeling similar as she paced the room looking flustered. I forced myself not to stare at her movements despite how entrancing they were as my thoughts were turning to things I shouldn’t be about a girl I barely knew. My mind was definitely elsewhere when Danny suddenly appeared in front of me looking sheepish and red faced. Looking back at the house and then me he looked like he was about to say something when he then changed his mind and went back into the garage. I followed him and closed the door wondering now what to do. Had he got into the house I had planned to excuse myself to go next assuming Lyra would speak up or just tag along. But now that would be so awkward knowing Danny hadn’t got into the house and would draw attention to the fact he’d pissed at the side of the garage. Ahmed would make a huge thing of that and Danny would be mortified. The problem was my body wasn’t keen to wait much longer and I felt terrible about Lyra too. As Danny sat back on the couch and Ahmed decided to join him there I turned away from them all to discreetly grab myself as I heard Danny talking to Lyra. “You not wanting to sit down? Ahmed will make more room if you want?” I hadn’t heard her speak much since we’d walked to the house and now her voice seemed so vulnerable against the male voices, so sweet and lovely and innocent. “It’s fine. I’d rather stretch my legs for a bit. I’ve been sitting all morning so far.” Having now got control of myself I turned around to see Lyra behind the sofa holding the top of it with one hand and leaning forward a little. I couldn’t see her other hand but suddenly I wondered if she too was doing what I had just had to do secretly. Was she that desperate now? After a minute or so she moved again pacing a bit back and forth which caught the attention of Danny yet again. “You ok there?” “Yeah. Just a bit of cramp. Sitting too long I think.” Danny nodded and returned his attention to the laptop but I couldn’t help but wonder now. While I certainly needed a piss I hadn’t excused myself because I was still very aware my parents were out and the house was locked but Lyra wasn’t aware of that and it had now been at least 10 minutes or so since Danny excused himself so surely she thought the house was now open? I couldn’t understand it but I also couldn’t stop watching her as she paced around behind the couch stopping only to pull a leg behind her or move from foot to foot. What was she waiting for? But what if she asked to go again? How would I explain what Danny had done if she asked? I blushed just thinking about it slipping my hard back into my pocket and having to squeeze myself as the earlier tea tried to push its way back out my body. Now the main service was over it was clear Ahmed was getting a bit restless too because he got up from the couch and began wandering around the garage looking at my books and computer games. Now the only one of us sitting was Danny, who looked by far the most comfortable and settled. I was busy watching Ahmed when I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder almost making me wet myself. It was Lyla who looked flushed and embarrassed as she whispered using a hand to cover her mouth from the others. “Could I pop back to your house now if that’s ok?” I quickly nodded feeling so awkward that I couldn’t think what to say. I opened the side door and headed out as the cooler air immediately hit me and I instinctively grabbed myself without thinking. I glanced at Lyra hoping she hadn’t noticed but she was looking towards the house looking very tense and anxious. Surely my parents would be back now? I wasn’t sure what I’d do if they weren’t as I approached the back door and pushed on the handle. It wouldn’t budge as I shot Lyra a rather flustered and shocked look as she looked me right in the eye. “I’ll…I’ll try the front. So sorry. I really need in myself to be honest.” “Oh my God!” “They never do this. I really am sorry.” “It’s not your fault. Really. It’s just..I just can’t wait much longer now. I need to use the bathroom so badly!” “Oh God! Me too! Maybe they just forgot to unlock the back door. Let’s try the front.” I marched quickly down the side of the bungalow gripping myself through my pocket anxiously. Just knowing I was closer to the toilet seemed to suddenly increase my urgency to go as I turned round to the front door and grabbed the handle with sweaty palms. I almost cried when it too wouldn’t open and I turned to look apologetically towards Lyra behind me. Our eyes met and it was clear nothing I would say right now would make any difference. We were both clearly bursting and both of us knew it, but with the house locked we had so few options. Just then a familiar dog bark made me turn quickly as I saw my ma and pa approaching the house with Penny. Oh thank God! Ma smiled at me as the dog bounded on the lead towards both Lyra and myself, excited to see us and inquisitive as to who this strange woman was with me. Pa was being pulled behind so he reached the door before ma but it was ma who spoke first. “Hey, everything ok in the cave then? Sorry I’m Sophie, Alex’s mum. Excuse Penny, she’s a little excitable but she won’t hurt you.” I wasn’t really in the mood for pleasantries as my bladder ached from having to piss for ages so I went right to the point. “Pa why on earth did you lock the house when you knew I was in the cave and had friends round? What were you thinking?” Pa shot me a look that I knew from many years of being put in my place. I might be an adult but in his mind I was his son and always would be. “You’ve got a key haven’t you? We only went to walk the dog! It’s not like we went on holiday for goodness sake! You’re acting like you’re a little kid and we left you for days or something. Geez. Good to see you pa! Huh!” I knew I was acting impulsively and immaturely but I just needed to piss and the pressure was driving me crazy. I actually forgot momentarily about Lyra as dad unlocked the door and ma walked through behind the dog. I was raised to be polite and have manners but the intensity of my urge to pee suddenly overtook me as I pushed in front of pa to get inside and to the only bathroom we had just along the hall. I didn’t dare push past my ma though as she hung up her coat excruciatingly slowly making it impossible to get past her. I assumed she’d head to the lounge as dad must have released the dog and she immediately headed there but instead she headed down the small hallway and…right into our only bathroom! Fuck! I wanted to scream as I grabbed myself and bounced like a little kid. I wasn’t looking at pa but he was clearly looking at me as he tutted and sighed and spoke, presumably to Lyra, “I guess that explains his haste to get in then! You’d think by his age he’d control himself a bit better though wouldn’t you!” To be honest I was past caring what pa thought by this point. I needed all my effort to hold my bladder back and I knew then that if I had to wait for Lyra too I’d definitely not make it. I guess Penny suddenly remembered there was a stranger in her house as she suddenly reappeared in the hall sniffing at Lyra as pa called her back and ushered her back into the lounge. I couldn’t stop twisting and bouncing and squirming as I could feel myself sweating as I tried to remain in control of my body. Glancing at Lyra guilt overwhelmed me but as another spasm hit I banged the bathroom door begging ma to hurry up. The minute or two wait felt like forever as I danced and held myself and squirmed, very aware that Lyra was still beside me silently waiting too. I really did want to be polite and let her go first, honestly I did, but the pressure was just way too much and as ma pushed the door open to leave I proactively knocked her over in my haste to get in. That piss was one of the best pisses of my entire life! The power at which my flow hit the toilet was crazy and I was shaking with the sheer relief of it all. Oh my God it was absolute heavenly and so long too! I was over three quarters finished before I even remembered Lyra as I shook my exhausted and half erect member over the toilet pan and gave it it little stroke to get the final drops out. My eyes were watery with the bliss of actually making it on time after holding so long as I cleaned myself up and washed my hands. Glancing at myself in the mirror over the sink I was flushed and tired looking so I splashed my face before drying my hands and face on the towel and heading towards the door. I guess I imagined Lyra would be right there as I opened the door or even pushing past me like I had done with my ma. Instead I couldn’t see her at all as I looked all around the hallway in bewilderment. I could hear ma and pa talking in the kitchen nearby but no sign of Lyra anywhere. I stood there confused and silent for a bit and trying to process and think. It was then I could hear a faint sound of springs. Like a rocking chair or a slightly squeaky floorboard or someone bouncing on a trampoline. I took a few steps down the hall and saw something that will forever be engrained in my mind for the rest of my life. There, in my own bedroom, on my own bed, was Lyra looking more beautiful and radiant than ever, her face red and her eyes glinting, her legs stiff and rocking, her hands one over the other pushing tightly between her open legs as she sat there openly rocking on the side of my bed looking like she was…how do I even put this? Looking like she was pleasuring herself right on my bed! I stared at her open mouthed, my body sweating and my heart thudding. Instantly my manhood swelled and I slid a hand instinctively to try and hide it. This wasn’t exactly how you responded to someone you had only met that morning and who had come to watch a funeral at your house! It was so…inappropriate…yet so hot! The hottest sight I had ever seen in my whole life. Embarrassment can really affect how someone reacts and it sure affected me right then. With a very dry mouth and nerves shattered I sheepishly looked down at my bedroom carpet to avoid looking anywhere at Lyra and sort of stuttered that the bathroom was now free and that I was sorry for going first. There was this silence then. Totally different from the earlier silence we’d had back in the den with the others. A more sensual, sexual, awkward, silence as I expected Lyra to move off the bed and go to the bathroom but she instead just smiled up at me as she rocked more as her cheeks flushed even redder. That’s when I stared all over again but this time our eyes met and it was clear there was definitely a connection, a drawing, a…desire? I swallowed what little saliva there was in my mouth and tried to form words but it was Lyra who spoke first. “Could you push the door behind you a minute?” I turned, immediately shaking with fear that ma or pa might have seen what I just had but thankfully there was no-one there as I pushed the door quietly closed with shaky and very sweaty hands. Turning back my eyes betrayed me, or maybe it was just that my thoughts were now very suddenly overpowered by my surging hormones? In my defence Lyra was now quietly panting as her legs rocked rhythmically as her hands massaged and explored between her legs even with her clothing still on. Her legs had now widened and I found myself gawping at the gusset of her black tights which I could only just see between both her hands. Her head was now tilted ever so slightly back as I blinked in time to the subtle squeaks of the springs in my own mattress. What I was seeing was actually real. Never ever in my life had I ever seen such a sight. I stood there mesmerised as through her panting and quiet grunts I could hear Lyra mutter something. I stepped a little closer, my penis so hard it ached against my chinos as I had this overwhelming desire to pull Lyra’s tights down and…well I don’t want to be crude but it was very hard to hold back I can tell you! I was dizzy with need now, hazy with horniness, as Lyra continued to rock harder and faster as her words became clearer to me even through her panting and gasping. “Oh God. I think I’m gonna burst, oh. Oh. I’m dying for a pee so bad. So bursting. So desperate. Stay in. Please…oh…ah” The room started to move a bit right then as I almost fell on top of poor Lyra as blood shot to my head (and somewhere else!) so quickly my heart skipped a beat. I steadied myself by gripping the end of my bed, my rock hard crotch then rubbing slightly on the wooden frame sending shivers up me as I tried to remain quiet and respectful. Lyra seemed oblivious as her rocking continued and her hands rubbed faster. Was she about to have an accident right on my bed? I honestly didn’t know as I was now close enough to touch her yet it still felt wrong. Oh I wanted to, more than anything else, but I hardly knew her and I was still trying to process what was happening even though looking back now it was very obvious. Part of me still thought she was just trying to hold her pee in. Maybe she was? It sort of looked like it but on a whole new, more intense level, but it also looked and sounded like sexual pleasure and it was most definitely feeling like that in my body too. I moved my grip on the end of the bed a bit as the giddiness settled and as I lifted my hand it caught some of Lyra’s hair. I let it run through my fingers as her rocking changed pace and her body did this shake that seemed more like a shiver as I expected to suddenly hear a gushing sound but it never came. Slowly Lyra removed her hands from between her legs, her stiff legs relaxing as her head moved forwards and she looked at me grinning, red faced and sweating. “You weren’t meant to see that.” I sheepishly smiled back, embarrassed and awkwardly using my hands to cover my very obvious enjoyment as I tried to position myself at the side of the bed to avoid being caught guilty having thoroughly enjoyed a very private moment that I wasn’t meant to. Looking at the floor I apologised as Lyra stood up. “I should apologise too. I don’t know what came over me. I hope you don’t mind that I sat on your bed to try and not embarrass myself. I was just so desperate to pee. Never been so bursting in my life to tell you the truth.” Her use of the past tense suddenly intrigued me so much. She was bursting? But not now? I gazed at where she’d been sitting on my bed. Sure the bedding was wrinkled and a tiny bit damp looking with sweat but there was definitely no urine and the carpet was dry too. Confused I looked back at Lyra not knowing what to even say. She must have read my thoughts as she shrugged and smiled timidly. “It helped me hold. It’s starting to come back now though. I can feel it. Is it ok if I use your bathroom now?” I nodded, unable to say anything coherent. That’s when Lyra left the room and I stood staring at the creased under sheet on my bed shaking my head trying to think of anything other that what I had just witnessed. I waited alone there until Lyra stood in the hall a few minutes later just looking at me winking and smiling. “I think we should get back don’t you? Don’t say anything to the others will you?” I followed her down the short hallway calling through to my ma and pa to ket them know I was returning to my den. Lyra was much more talkative than before now as I closed the front door of the little bungalow and we walked slowly back around the side and down the back garden. Her eyes shone and sparked and her hair bounced as she walked. She was beautiful. Utterly stunning dressed in black with her figure hugging but professional white blouse, which I could tell from behind was still ever so slightly damp from where she had…. Well that’s something we talk about in the den between just us now. Ahmed and Danny left a few hours later but Lyra suggested she get an Uber back to hers which Ahmed was fine about. The dear Queen’s funeral was long finished by the time she called that Uber as we drank tea together and talked until both our bladders ached and we laughed and squirmed for ages as we relaxed in each others company as it was obvious we were both so desperate but neither of us ever said, that secret between us and unsaid words just intensifying our physical attraction to each other more until we kissed deeply and helped each other hold until we giddily ran to the house hand in hand and raced to the toilet together for the second time that day. Everyone remembers the day of her majesty Queen Elizabeth the second’s funeral. It’s just maybe my reasons for doing so are a little more personal that yours.
  14. So this experience happened to me yesterday morning. I had gone to bed the evening prior for some rest due to work and how the temperature had risen over the past week. Normally, my sleep attire ranges from being in light clothing to just sleeping naked. That night was the latter as I was just worn out and wanted to crash, only draping a comforter As has been the case before, due to me being a heavy sleeper, I tend to stay settled in bed perhaps longer than I should, which has led to a few occasions over the past year or two of some unfortunate accidents. While sleeping, I was having familiar moments of relief washing over me and sense of warmth. In my sleep state, something seemed to be prodding me as though it were trying to jar me to consciousness. This, as it turned out, was correct to be feeling, as I started to wake up, and in that instant, feel a all-too-familiar rush of liquid coursing from my bladder and speeding through my urethra. I gasped and as quickly as I could, grabbed my crotch the instant that hot pee started to shoot out of my dick and stemming some of the flow that started. I was cursing at myself in my head that I had almost had another big accident on the bed and rolled out as carefully as I could to not disturb anyone else who was asleep. I didn't have time to check and see if any damage was done to the sheets; all I could was hope that my quick thinking had actually caught it in time. I stood there at the side of the bed for what was probably only a minute, but felt like an hour as I realized I had a very big problem: I was standing on the side of the bed, completely naked in the darkness, holding my crotch, bouncing up and down, immensely desperate to pee. Grabbing myself definitely stopped the stream, but now my bladder had tasted a small ounce of relief and wanted more. Normally, due to my holds I used to do, I could experience a wave and though it would be pretty strong, would start to decade a bit with time. Now, though, I actually had let a bit of wetness out and that urge was ever present. I had to keep grabbing and holding my crotch to prevent any more from coming out. I only had two options available to me, but each had its own risk: I could try and rush to the bathroom and get my much needed relief, but with the fact I was naked, I had no way of knowing if anyone else was awake at the time and despite being just down the hall, the thought of getting spotted was mortifying. On the other hand, I had my clothes basket near me and thought maybe I could throw something on real quick to head out of the room for the same destination. The problem though was, again, the strong urge I was dealing with. On a 1-10 scale, I was probably at an 8 or 9 in my panicked state, and my left hand clutching myself was the only thing currently preventing me from flooding the floor, so trying to use one hand to get dressed while lunging over would have proved difficult, let alone two. I knew I had to make a decision. I was running out of time and strength, as my bladder was getting impatient. I kept my thighs together the whole time with my lips puckered as much as I could to avoid making any unnecessary noise, but if I didn't do something now, my body was going to make the decision for me. Then and there, I threw caution to the wind and decided to try to make it to the bathroom as I was. I moved from my side of the bed, far too slowly for my taste at that moment, used my free hand to openthe bedroom door as quietly as I could, and looked out into the hall. I saw no open doors and no lights on, and staring back at me was the white porcelain throne I viewed as my goal. With as calmly as I could, I walked along the side of the floor to keep creaking to a minimum, using my free hand to brace against the wall, got to the bathroom, and to give my legs a bit of the breather, sat down and let out a much needed sigh of relief as I could finally let go of the wave of piss that was waiting to be freed for what seemed like eons. Once I was done with that mission, I grabbed a towel I had hanging in the bathroom and went back to my room to see if there indeed had been any damage from my initial awakening. To my chagrin, my comforter had gotten soaked with a bit of pee during my initial grab and the bed sheet had a tiny patch on it, but luckily, nothing seemed to messed up. I had actually forgotten that I also put a mat under my mattress liner not too long ago, just in case a situation like this occurred again. With that, I took off the comforter, laid the towel down to give me a dry spot to rest, and then went back to sleep until the morning where I took the bedding off to give it a good wash. So that was my latest experience. Hope that you enjoyed the read.
  15. Hi Omo lovers! I am proud to bring you two new characters on this new year's eve. Unlike my earlier stories this one won't have week long desperation but enough to tiltilate you all. Hope this come back story will be loved by all of you. Oh! One more thing this is a longgg story. So take it slow 😉 Let's begin... Day 4: Sexeeta drooled as she invited Elvin for an orgy party. Elvin was the man of her dreams - a chiselled physique, face of a Greek God. He was the only guy who could make her cum rivers, with and without actual penetration. After dating nearly 600 men since turning 18 she finally had her man. Most importantly he met her secret criteria of being able to hold his pee in solidarity unlike all other man-child who would go whip it out every few hours when she herself was trying her best to not wet herself. And how could she forget that he was the only man who dared and nick named her Sexy from Sexeeta Heffner. Even before Sexy agreed for a date, she made it clear to him that she would only continue if he could make her explode with cum, not just one or two vanilla ones, but exhaust her with a series of mind-bending, pussy tearing orgasms. The second criteria of whether he could hold his pee as-long-as she did, was something she wanted to test herself. She did however mention to him that she hated when her men needed to pee and thought that holding pee is a very important life skill. Elvin: Elvin was a tough fitness freak and a sucker for self-discipline, as instilled during his Marine seal days. He put constant efforts to in perfecting himself. He believed strongly about keeping his lady satisfied and maintaining his dignity. It meant, never peeing when he was with a lady and never showing any outwardly needs. Currently his eyes were afloat with pee. But he was willing to do anything and everything to keep Sexy happy. She was everything he wanted. Intelligent and bold, earned her living through Yo-tube reviewing bikes & cars. Had massive fake boobs and an incredibly tiny waist followed by thick thighs. Most importantly for him, she herself chose to wear extremely tight and revealing latex outfits and was very liberal when it came to sex. Basically, they both were nymphomaniacs with larger than average bladders. But how did it all start. Let’s find out. Day 0: Right from the first message on the dating app Lust, where Elvin and Sexy met, they were exchanging raunchy sexts with each other. It was obvious that the first date was going to be an absolute delight. Instead of going on a typical dinner date they decided to make it more enjoyable by going to a EDM concert followed by a hot night of mindless fucking in a motel. Day 1. "You ready Sexy?" read Elvin's text as he arrived in his Mustang. "Come inside.. Gotta show you something" Sexy responded as she got over the WC after releasing a massive gusher. Elvin overheard the sound of the flushing which reminded him of his own urgent need to pee. He really should not have skipped his morning pee today he thought to himself. But now he had to keep his bladder corked up. Had it been for any other guy he would have been frantically searching for a toilet, but not him. He knew the situation required him to hold. His bladder was containing over 15 hours’ worth of pee. The bulge formation hinted him that there was easily over a litre. As soon as he stepped inside, he was greeted by a sultry musk fragrance and Sexy standing stark naked. He was pleasantly shocked but certainly didn't complain. His dick was hard as steel and desperately tried to tear apart his excruciatingly tight silicone briefs which he wore as a part of his strict self-discipline. "They say first impression is the last" Sexy said seductively. "They do. And I believe great first impressions can leave a big impact", Elvin slyly grinned eyeing towards his strong boner under his tight leather pants. Sexy came closer and pulled him tight for a wet, wild kiss. He enthusiastically reciprocated. Things escalated quickly and an hour later Elvin was ravaging her pussy with his tongue. Sexy had never felt anything like that before in her nether regions and she found herself erupting a series of unexpected orgasms. Those were her first ever orgasms which didn't come from a vibrator or masturbation. It was from a man, and it was an experience she never thought she could have. It was as if she was on ecstasy. She knew right away that she had finally found her man. Their date had started off with a bang, they both thought. But they were getting late and reluctantly stopped. They both were sweating and massively turned on, but now was not the time for a full-fledged animal like fucking. Sexy got up with her legs shaking and cum dropping from her pussy onto her thighs. After gaining some composure she picked up something from her couch. "You mentioned the other day about silicone thongs the other day, I thought today would be nice to try it. So I got these for myself." Sexy playfully threw the thong on Elvin's face. He loved the smell of it but also knew that the thong had to be glued to the skin just like he did to himself. " Stepping up our game already, aren't we? " Elvin responded as he marvelled how impossibly tiny it was. Definitely the smallest size available to buy. She started putting on that tiny and super tight silicone thong. As she was about to give it a final tug she asked Elvin to spray on the glue inside. As he sprayed on, Sexy inquired while trying her best to not breathe the obnoxious smell. "The thong is already digging into my skin. Do I really need this glue spray on my pussy?" "Yeah I know... Silicone can be really unforgiving but the glue spray helps to keep the silicone from getting hard or shrink further. Plus it keeps the thong from sliding and maintains the shape" "I don't mind it getting tighter. I absolutely dig the feeling of something constantly rubbing and squeezing my pussy. It drives me crazy.." Sexy whispered into his ears, as she rubbed her hand on his dick. " Like it tight huh? You bet things are going to get tighter when I get in." Before they knew they were again smooching each other. Little did they know that their simple mistake of ignoring her question and not reading the manual was going to be there unbecoming. An hour later, after finally getting Sexy to squeeze into her eye wateringly tight latex one-piece mini dress and heels they got into the car. As soon as Elvin was in the seat, his bladder protested against the seat belt, cramped space and all the right waist bands cutting his bladder. Into two. He was not at his limits yet but the way his bladder was filling was concerning for him. The day was hot and their clothes were tight. There was not an ounce of comfort. Not long before they knew, the AC was on full blast. Need less to say, it was playing havoc with Elvin's bladder. And after sometime, even Sexy's bladder too. She may have pissed only 6 hours ago but the ungodly amount of fruit juices she consumed during her breakfast came biting her back. The thong was indeed too constricting. Even though it was rubbing her at all right places the wiast band squeezed her bladder to an inch of its life. She tried ignoring her rapidly increasing need to pee, but in vain. Within an hour of travel, she rose from 1/10 to 6/10 of desperation scale. They being themselves - didn't speak anything about their nagging bladders. It was their first outing and no one wanted to talk about such a trivial stuff as peeing. Around 2 in the afternoon they stopped for lunch. Stepping out of the car was a herculean task for them. The gravity came down crashing on their bladders. Any normal person in their place, would have either wet themselves or would have started leaking uncontrollably. They eyed each other from the corner of their eyes trying to gauge if the other one was showing any obvious signs of needing to pee. They were good at holding it. They smiled and walked into the restaurant and sat for lunch right beneath the AC duct. Sexy was in distress. Her otherwise super strong bladder was revolting against her choice of clothes today. It was as if her actual capacity was reduced to 1/2. She was on a 7/10 already and the trip was only into day 1. Her body was covered in goosebumps due to the throw of the AC. The dress was so constrictive that she couldn't even cross her legs to help her hold. All the juice and the water that she had chugged so far was already pumped into her bladder. She was only relying on her muscles to contain herself. And that was not an easy job. Inadvertently, she had started rocking back and forth in her seat and grabbed the hem of her mini dress. Her eyes were looking for a bathroom even when she knew that she wasn't supposed to use it. Elvin was perspiring profusely. Unlike Sexy who was wearing tight but much revealing clothes, he was wearing several skin tight layers. Thick leather pants, a latex T shirt and a leather jacket. He was boiling inside. On the outside the AC was freezing him. It was a disaster for his 20 hour full bladder. He desperately needed to stretch the waist band to allow room for his bladder but he had to suffer silently and appear strong in front of her. Even a quick squeeze would be so delightful. It was easily possible as Sexy would not be able to see it from the top of the table. Oh it would feel so good. But Elvin being Elvin, would not do so and become less of a man. He clenched his fist and kept in on the table. Sexy noticed how Elvin was attempting to stay strong. She was getting wet. was such a huge turn on for her. A busty but petite waitress soon approached their table. She seemed to be in a great deal of stress and was fidgeting nervously. It soon became apparent when the couple's eyes fell on the protruding bladder of the waitress, under her tight mini uniform. The poor girl was tremendously desperate to pee and shaking with the effort of holding her pee. Sweat was all over her body, her forehead, her deep cleavage, her milky thighs, and places which were hidden away under her uniform. With a pen and notepad she tried tasking the order which meant she could not do anything to grab her crotch. She tried to be as composed as possible but it appeared as if she could have an accident any moment. Both Sexy and Elvin were turned on looking at the squirms of the hot waitress. "What's the speciality here?" Elvin began. "We are known f-for making dishes that... OH GODDDD" The waitress abruptly screamed as her knees bobbed up and down frantically. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Sexy teasingly asked the waitress. She took a moment to compose herself and tugged her hair behind her ears. Trying her best not to falter the waitress smiled and courteously answered Sexy "I'm so sorry about this Ma'am. Rest assured that my need won't affect the service. Its a part of my job to not relieve myself while on shifts, under any circumstances." "Woah! That is illegal! " Sexy exclaimed dumbfounded. "No Ma'am... Its" the first waitress was nearly doubled down as anther strong wave hit her. "We have w-willingly signed up for this as the pay is really good. All of us have to w-wait. The restaurant has a n-no bathroom break policy for its staff and proudly saves thousands of gallons of water each year. By doing so we were able to contribute to conserve the natural pool nearby." Seeing the waitress's pitiful condition Elvin got up and offered her his seat. Her eyes were greedily looking at the chair but she refused and continued to explain while dying her best to stay dry. " Thank you so much Sir. But its really OK. I will manage to hold... We preach the importance of saving water and even offer a challenge to all our customers.. If they could chug our entire organic fruit juice without asking for the bathrooms, they don't have to pay the bill." The couple was astonished. Elvin was never a guy to let go of a challenge. They placed the order for the pitcher along with some other items. " Before you go.. I'm just curious. When did you last… you know.. Take a break? " Elvin asked. "I.. I was supposed to go before I came for my shift but I skipped it. So it's been well over a day I guess" The waitress pursed her lips and was blushing red. "Why did you skip your urgent morning pee, when you knew you wouldn’t be able to go here?" Sexy couldn't help but ask. "Why should I not?" The waitress tightly clutched the hem of her miniskirt and stood with her legs tightly crossed. "It is so much fun to be desperate. The constant rush down there, the sudden waves crashing down the walls of your bladder, the constant dull ache, the shivers that you get when you're in The AC" The waitress winked at them. " I bet both of you, too need to pee badly but you still not going. There must be something about it, isn’t it?" "How do you know?" asked Sexy with a shocked expression. "It's so easy.. Both of you are sitting upright, his fists are clenched, you're rocking back and forth, sweat dripping even when the AC is cooking the entire room..." She bit her tongue as she realized she blurted out too much. Without saying anything further she turned back and hobbled towards her way to the kitchen. Back here on the table the couple was burning red with embarrassment. "Phew... That was something" Elvin tried to break the silence. "Yeah... She was on point!" "Was she?" Elvin's heart was racing. "What do you think?" Sexy smiled naughtily. Elvin felt something move up his legs under the table. It was Sexy's leg doing the tease. "Well... For starters.. I am imagining you in her place, all squirmy and fidgety. Your girls are bouncing as you jiggle. The little curtsy when the waves hit you hard. ." "I AM in her place.." Sexy giggled. “So you are telling me... You DO want to pee?" "Noooo wayy Elvin.” Sexy tried to act strong and stopped rocking in her seat to prove her point. “See that’s the difference between me and any other regular girl. I need to pee and rather badly. But at no point in time will I ever want to pee.” Sexy could not believe she was discussing this with her date. Elvin on the other hand, didn’t know that his dick could ever get so hard just by the words coming out of Sexy’s mouth. It was as if she was made to be with him. A girl so strong that she never wants to pee. This was like a dream come true. It took him some time to form his next words. “So what would you do when you are at your limits?” Elvin went further. “For as long as I can remember I used to put off going to the toilet at the last possible minute. . . So, to answer your question let’s just say, I have never hit my limits ever in my life.” Sexy confided. “And even if I were to reach my limits, you still would not see me asking you to pull over or find me a toilet. I will just somehow keep myself corked up.” She shifted in her seat as another wave hit her. Only if she had a hint of what the future had in store for her, she would have toned down her over confidence. “So this entire trip you won’t be going to the bathroom even once?” “You bet your ass I am gonna hold it. This big girl’s pussy is only meant for some wild animal fucking!” Sexy giggled. “But enough about me. Tell me what’s happening with you down there?” Sexy asked point blank. “So, everything down these is squished tight, and I am definitely full.” Elvin began nervously. He had always maintained this rule that no girl should ever know about his needs to relieve himself. “No honey, give me the juice. All the details” Sexy insisted. Elvin found himself getting harder and more desperate, together. ‘So, I haven’t peed in 21 hours now. Plus, all the water and the juice. . .Oh! They are all in my Bladder. But I am perfectly fine. I. DON'T. PEE. ” “God! You’re hot!” Sexy found herself getting wet by the minute and no, it was not pee but something else. Elvin smiled sheepishly. “And what do you do when you’re at your limits?” Sexy asked in return. Elvin was reluctant at first but with Sexy it only felt normal to share these things with her. “Honestly, I am very close to reaching that point where I would normally go and take the edge off.” “Oh. . .Is it?” Sexy sounded disappointed. Elvin quickly realized that he had let Sexy think of him as another weak man. “What happened? Did I say something wrong?” Elvin was panicking now. “Well . . I felt that we were really hitting it off but you just said you are at your limits and that too only in 21 hours. . it just ruined my mood” “Sexy. . Listen to me. . Just listen,” Elvin tried to pacify her. “I may be nearing my limits, but rest assured I am not one of those guys who will just stop at a roadside and whip it out. Especially when I know that the lady with me also needs to go pretty badly herself.” “But what would you do if you can’t hold it?” Sexy was almost teary eyed. “Sexy , I practically live with a bursting bladder.” Elvin started, “I don’t think I have ever emptied my bladder fully in my life for as long as my memory goes. So, there won’t be a situation which I can’t handle. I AM A STRONG MAN and I WON’T ALLOW MYSELF A DROP OF RELIEF .” He firmly said. “Gosh! Elvin you’re too much!” Sexy could suddenly feel her heart racing. “You possibly won’t be able to hold it as long as I can. I will let you pee first if you want. . .” “But I thought you didn’t want me to pee?” Elvin asked puzzled. “I definitely won’t pee and neither do I want you to pee but most often the guys I have been with break within a few hours. So it’s OK if you hit your limits and tell me.” Sexy was now manipulating Elvin. She could feel here pussy throbbing under thongs. Before Elvin could say anything their desperate waitress returned from the kitchen with their order. Two pitchers of organic juice and some delicious food. “Just a heads-up guys,” the waitress eyed towards the large pitchers. “This juice is a real powerful diuretic. You sure you guys wanna do it without using the bathrooms first?” “I am a big girl sweetie. . . I am going to pass this opportunity and let him use it if he wants to.” Sexy caught Elvin gulp down his throat. He was nervous but he also had to prove Sexy wrong. Sexy on the other hand was loving the way things were going. She totally had him under control. “Of course . . Me too. No relief for my bladder either.” Elvin tried to act confident. Both Sexy and Elvin had near similar capacities in terms of endurance and capacities. But none of them had a clue what they were about to face. The rest of the lunch was uneventful, and they finished their pitchers without making a fuss. Secretly though, the diuretic juice had started feeling the wrath of it on their bladders. About an hour or so they left the restaurant without using the bathrooms which astonished the entire staff. “That was a great lunch.” Elvin began talking as they slowly walked towards the car. The entire restaurant staff and patrons were laughing at how funnily they walked. “Absolutely! The juice was delicious and its definitely hitting my bladder hard. . .Not that I care” Sexy responded trying her best to sound normal and composed. They soon hit the road. Sexy had always wanted to visit the natural pool near their city and Elvin obliged to take a detour. The road was rough, and every bump sent a shock wave to their stressed and confined bladders. They suffered silently under their breath. It took almost an entire hour, full of potholes, sharp turns and a jolty ride to finally get there. The seat belts had been crishing their bladders and they both desperately wanted to get out of the car. When they finally did they both were gritting their teeth. Sexy’s bladder was revolting against her so much that she had to take Elvin’s support to stand. She almost dig her nails into his arms as waves after waves of desperation kept hitting her. She stood as still as she could and held her breath to absorb all the waves. The path from the parking to the pool was not even ideal for walking, let alone a girl wearing 7 inch stilettos. Even Elvin was finding it difficult to maintain a steady stance himself. Every few feet Sexy had to lean onto Elvin for support. She underestimated the power of the diuretic and she could literally feel more urine being pumped into her bladder. It was absolute torture. It was official she was now in her “Must find a bathroom quick” zone of desperation. After one point she just stopped in the tracks, panting and sweating. The waves hitting the walls of her bladder were relentless. It had only been 11 hours of holding this shouldn’t happen to her, she thought. She tried calculating how much she drank but her mind could not even comprehend the calculations. “God! What the fuck is happening today to me.. Why do I need to pee so bad, in just 11-12 hours. It’s as if I am 5 year in past on that horrible date when I couldn’t even hold for one full day properly despite training so hard... No no no.. This can’t be! I can’t lose Elvin. I must suppress my need no matter how bad! I can’t look weak in front of him. Fuck that diuretic pitcher. …I just need to be calm. It’s been 5 years since that day and my bladder is trained well now. Its all mind over matter. I can easily go without a toilet for 2 days straight. I can hold it.. Just breathe and clench.. Breathe and clench! “ Sexy was talking to herself. Little did she realize that her hands were inadvertently grabbing her crotch. That was the only benefit of wearing such tiny dresses, the length barely covered her crotch. Elvin was no better. “This is not looking good. . . Its just been 20 hours. I can surely hold longer.. May be for another 24 hours. Jeez... I can do it. So what if I consumed 4 liters already. There can be exceptions to the 3 liter a day schedule. Or may be I did fuck it up like that date. Man I still can’t believe I wet myself in front of that bitch in just 30 hours. She mocked me for not being able to contain just a tower of beer! “ Noooo... I cannot let my Bladder win. I won’t repeat the past. This time I won’t cut a sorry figure. . I won’t allow myself any relief as long as this date goes on or may be even longer. It does feel good though. To hold such a huge load. “ Elvin was trying to motivate himself. He turned his eyes towards Sexy. She was intensely focused on controlling her outburst. Eyes shut close and holding her breath to prevent any leaks whatsoever. The vein on her head could pop out any time. “You OK, Sexy?” Elvin asked genuinely concerned. It jolted her back to reality and quickly removed her hands from her crotch. “Yes..yes...of course. This thong is pinching me too hard. I was not trying to hold my pee or anything” Sexy tried to defend herself. Elvin nodded to her secretly feeling proud that he hadn’t broken down so far like her. They were now near the pool. Elvin was reluctant to get inside but Sexy was adamant. “I must act that I want to get into the water. I can’t let him think that I had a moment of weakness. This is the best way to prove it.” “If I say no to her she will think less of me. All the efforts of holding would be undone. My Bladder is ripping apart but I gotta do it for her...” Elvin gulped down and obliged. Elvin began by pulling himself out of his layers of rubber. Each pull and tug were sending shock waves into his over worked bladder. The tip of his dick was on fire. One careless moment could lead to a massive spurt. He had turned red with the efforts. In the meantime, when Elvin was busy undressing Sexy stood away with her hands dug inside her crotch. When she realised Elvin was almost done, she turned to him and stood straight with her legs tightly pressed against each other. “Elvin I need you to help me out of this tight latex.. Will you help me?” Seduction was her forte but her words came out more like a yelp rather than dusky. He began at once. “God! I can’t believe how you got into this. The seams were digging into your skin” “I put fashion over form. . .A girl’s gotta look sexy “ Sexy proudly smiled. In the next few minutes, her boobs which were squished tight finally came free from the confines of the terribly undersized one piece. It was a feast for his eyes. He couldn’t resist and gently cupped her boobs and leaned in to smooch her. Sexy immediately reciprocated as she was hungry for it for years. Elvin’s hands were not big enough to hold them, such huge they were. Saline and silicone could do wonders he thought. Soon after they drained buckets of sweat got drained from their clothes. For the first time since they hit the road, they heaved a sigh of relief. The cool breeze on their sweat-dripping skin was helping them to calm down and better focus on holding. Though their thong and briefs were still sitting across their bladders tight as ever. The water was inviting and before they knew they were in the pool. But instead of splashing around, they both went silent. The sudden presence of water around their bodies increased their desperation ten folds. They stood still in the water trying to grapple the sudden push of pee from inside. After just a few minutes of being inside water they felt some strange session inside their undies. “Do-do you feel tingy inside?” Sexy asked Elvin as calmly as she could. “Yeahhh.. Its as if the shrinking and getting even tighter somehow” Elvin winced as his balls were getting squished down. “I.. I feel it too. Not sure if I like it. Its too tight. Goshhh... I gotta get out of the water.” Sexy waddled out of the water. “Sexy, the pressure cannot be getting that bad?” Elvin knowingly asked and held her hand. “You have no clue how full I am. . .But this is nothing for me. I have held longer and more volume before. Ch-chill” Without saying much they again squeezed themselves locked in their clothes. They somehow felt even tighter because their bladders had got room to expand when they were in the pool. Soon they hit the road. After two hours of driving and reluctantly chugging a bottle or two of water they reached the venue. Dinner was quick and came with additional water which they hesitantly downed. They both were against wasting any food or water. The dull ache in their bladders had grown more pronounced and sweating was constant. The crowd at the concert was huge and in frenzy. It was a difficult squeeze to reach the front row. There were people dancing around without a care and much to their dismay their swollen bladders got punched with elbows and fists from all directions. By the time they reached the front row, they were drenched in sweat. Just when they thought that the ordeal was over all hell broke loose. The organizers began spraying water on the crowd. “Elvin... What the fuck is happening?” Screamed Sexy as she tightly grabbed his arm. The water was way too cold and was the last thing they needed. Elvin was no better. He could feel his dick quiver with pee rushing to the tip. With close to 5 liters of intake throughout the day, and not a single relief in last 28 hours. Elvin was in dangerous territory. Sexy was no different, 18 hours without a toilet combined with nearly 4 litres of intake was pushing her to the limits. “I think we should go . . .I don’t want to catch cold.” Elvin made an excuse and Sexy promptly agreed. The next hour went in a blur. Elvin sped his car as if he was in a death race. Once they reached the parking, they were posed with the challenge of getting out of the low-slung car and walking to the reception in the cold wind. Sexy was freezing in her ever so tiny latex dress, especially with all the cold water still trapped. The 50-metre walk took nearly 20 minutes to finish. Once inside the building Sexy hopped on to the nearest seat. But there was nothing that could bring a moment’s ease for her severely strained bladder. It was as if her body was acting on its own to prevent the imminent outburst. Her legs were constantly bobbing up and down, nails clawing her thighs, lips pursed, toes curled tight. Her head was hung low, and she was involuntarily rocking back and forth. She was at the end of her tether. She could feel her ears getting hot and vision getting blurry. Sexy prided herself of peeing only once every 36 hours and that too for 5 years. There was not a single day of exception to this strict regime of hers. Today however, her stars were not favouring her. 2 litres of juice with breakfast, then a pitcher of a strong diuretic, a few more bottles of water, getting drenched in the pool and then in the rain dance! And how could she forget the silicone thongs from hell, which were squeezing her bladder like a vice. Surely all this was not a part of her regular days. Once inside their room there was no more pretending. Sexy last her composure and without batting an eye for Elvin, she jammed her hands into her crotch. The inevitable finally happened. The doomed words finally came out of her mouth. “Elvin. . .I. . . I need to p-pee.” “Is it really that b-bad?” Elvin asked as he slowly sat beside Sexy. He kept both of his hands on her shoulders as if trying to reassure her. “I lied earlier. . . I am BURSTING! ABSOLUTELY BURSTING” Sexy grabbed her pussy tighter as she could not cross her legs due to her dress. “Please get me out of this fucking trap of rubber” With seemingly the last reserves of his strength Elvin began to undress her. It was beyond Sexy’s understanding how he was still so calm when his bladder bulge was looking bigger than hers. He was indeed a man with nerves of steel. Much to Elvin’s annoyance, Sexy could not stand still even for a second. She kept hurrying him till he finally lost his cool. “I can do it faster if you just don’t move!” After nearly an hour’s struggle Sexy was finally free from her bondage like latex dress. In a split of a second she crossed her legs like a pretzel. Elvin could not believe his eyes seeing her rock-hard bladder bulge. It was huge despite being brutally compressed by the waist band of the devilish thong. Without wasting another second Elvin started pulling the thong but it would not budge. Sexy’s eyes went wide in horror. Why wouldn’t the thong come off? The more he pulled the more it hurt. But she insisted him to keep trying. At one point Elvin pulled the thong so hard that Sexy lost her balance and tripped over. She landed on Elvin. Her bowling ball sized bladder landed right on his foot ball sized bulge. The result? Sexy lost a massive spurt and then a few more before she could even realize. Elvin turned blue. In spite of an soul crushing pain he kept his hands away from his crotch. They hurriedly open the manual. It was written in bold red letters. “After spraying the thong do not get into water. Water reacts with the spray and it acts as industrial glue. Requires 24-48 hours before the glue comes off. “ Day 2: The couple distinctly heard each of the night sounds. The ticking of the clock, crickets buzzing, noise of vehicles passing nearby, rustling of the bedsheet, drenched with their sweat. At one point they could even hear the snoring of the person in the room next to them. With the first ray of sun hitting the window Sexy was up. She could never stop turning sides in her sleep. Elvin got up right after her. His body shuddered as his bladder sloshed with the all the pee pressured into it overnight. The bulge on their bladders put them under a tremendous dilemma. It was a clench-breath-clench cycle for the duo. Any exception to that would mean a disaster. Given this condition Sexy’s bulge had outgrown her already tiny latex dress. When Elvin pulled the zipper hard, the dress tore into shreds, revealing her sweaty skin underneath The only spare she had was akin to a torture device for her. A heavy rubber corset mini dress. Her eyes watered with as Elvin picked the dress for her. “Please be gentle and keep it loose” Sexy almost begged. Sexy’s phone buzzed. It was her agent calling. Upon answering the call, Sexy turned pale with fear. It was an invitation to an audition for an upcoming OTT show and she had to be there in next couple of hours. “Is this the same audition you told me about, earlier? The one which you were dying to go to?” Sexy timidly nodded. “Lace me – TIGHT. I must look per... “ Before she could complete her sentence her vision blacked out. Her 3” bulge was flattened within seconds. The pain she felt was unreal. Fighting 27 hours worth of boiling piss was a losing battle but she somehow kept going. To anyone not knowing the couple’s history, they would say that Elvin was torturing her but it was her own wish. Elvin was no better. In her honour, he put on his own tummy clinching vest to hide his bulge and tightened the belt to the maximum. If he were to go with her, he too needed to look the part and endure the same pain, if not more. The moment he tightened the vest stars floated in front of his eyes. Being hit hard with a bat would have been less painful, he thought. His balls were pushed to his lungs and dick was swollen hard. Discomfort was an understatement. They both ditched their over the top hydration regime and settled for just a glass or two of juice with some regular stuff. Soon they hit the road at a speed that could put a bicycle miles ahead of them. Elvin felt as if he was lifting weights everytime he moved his feet to operate the pedals. His Jaws remained clenched throughout the journey and his knuckles turned white, such was his grip on the steering. Despite the crawl, neither exchanged a word for the fear of losing precious energy required to keep their bladders corked. After nearly 3 hours, they made it to the studio. Seeing 9 candidates for the auditions got a panic attack. But more was yet to come. The theme of the audition was to do a car review while drinking beer. It was already 1 in the afternoon and the car hadn’t arrived yet. The casting director wasn’t present either. Sexy and Elvin didn’t even anywhere to sit. All the stakes were against Sexy and Elvin. They waddled to the registration desk as the onlookers looked at them with curiosity. Had it not been their super tight outfits the spectators would have known what a load of piss they were containing. While at the desk, Sexy was given a form but she hesited to fill it up. The girl looked at Sexy quizzically as the form was pretty straight forward. “If I bend... I...” Sexy tucked her sweaty strand of her hair behind her ear. Elvin knew what was causing her the trouble. The desk girl sternly asked Sexy to either fill the form or move from the queue. Elvin being the gentleman, lifted the pad for her and helped her. But the task was easier said than done. Sexy struggled to even read what the form said. “I can’t... Do it...” Sexy’s eyes were watering. The poor girl was finally at her limits. Suddenly, her hands flew to her crotch and the inevitable happened. A massive spurt escaped. Sexy tried to bend over and cross her legs but that was her undoing. The corset basically had left no room for her bladder to wiggle and this sudden movement further worsened her desperation. One more spurt followed. Sexy was trembling. Her skin shined with sweat as if she took a shower. Elvin’s own desperation shot through the roof setting her frantic squirms. His manhood muscles were on fire, Jaws clenched and veins on his forehead about to pop. It was the final moment before the inevitable or so they felt. “Sex or pee?” Elvin suddenly threw this question to Sexy. Her eyes widened but nothing came out of her mouth. Her body was trying to force the piss out of her. Anything other than holding had zero importance to her “Sex or pee?” Elvin repeated sternly. “Sex...Sex...al-always” Sexy lost another spurt while forming her words. “Then hold” Sexy face turned pale. She could not believe thta a guy, for the first time in her life was challenging her to hold for sex. Suddenly, the prospect of enduring the pain seemed more enticing. Drops of sweat rolled down from her forehead to her cheeks as she smiled bravery. She straightened herself. Her bladder was contracting violently but she stopped another spurt from releasing with superhuman efforts. She was not going to let her bladder snatch away her chance to get fucked. Sexy was not the only girl who was bursting. Almost everyone had to pee roughly badly considering that there was no bathrooms available at the set. Though everyone was rolling their eyes and mocking Sexy, they all knew sooner or later they woudl be in her situation. Sexy could however out-pee all of them hands down. Soon after the director waddled to the set. All eyes were on her. Dressed in a loose racer back top which did nothing to hide her massive silicone tits and a jeans so tight it could choke someone to death, she exuded her raw aggressive nature. As she slowly exited from the car with a file covering her crotch using a file. It soon became clear why she walked funnily. The command seemed to waiver off when the girls around giggled at the tennis balls sized wet spot on her crotch. “All right bitches!” Her thunderous voice shook the room. “Let’s address the elephant in the room. YES, I gotta piss like a race horse. YES, my sweet pussy is violently spurting piss into my thong! Laugh all you want but in the next few hours from now it would be you all begging for a bathroom. But there’s none here... So you all stop laughing and cork up your tiny ass bladders “. Those words felt like a bomb. The director made it clear to all the people on the set that she was the boss. Soon after the auditions began. The theme was to review a car while finishing a mug of beer. The seemingly simple task was a trick to test the composure of the girls which would be tested during real life outdoor shoots. Given the limited time of audition the director added some nasty diuretics to the beer. The girls had to chug the beer, say the name of the show and get to the really low slung sports car behind. All the girls had already arrived at the set early in the morning and had nowhere to go. By the time, the auditions began the sun had set. First girl finished the beer and proceeded to the car. The director yelled as she forgot to say the show name. Another beer was poured for her. The rest of the girls watched in horror. The poor girl chugged second mug of the godforsaken beer. That was her undoing. Right after she placed the mug on the tray her floodgates opened. Chaos ensued. One girl after the other kept embarrassing themselves. Each mistake meant starting from scratch and drinking another mug of beer. None of the first few girls could contain their piss. The floor was stinking with piss. At the end only two girls remained Sexy and another one called Aletta Jayne. “Which of you two bitches is going to do this now without pissing yourselves?” The frustrated director asked. “I can” Both the girls tried to sound confident. Their strained outfits and bulge on their bladders said otherwise. “When did you last piss girls? I have run out of beer and looking at you it seems you both are struggling to hold a lake inside you” The wet spot on the directors jeans had grown twice the size. “41 hours” Sexy answered with a strained voice. Her hands were still away from her crotch as she promised Elvin. "47 hours” Aletta responded hesitantly. Her face was red as tomato and body covered in sweat. Her black micro dress clung to her body making it , totally transparent. Her waist was clinched to a striking 16” with a steel ribbed corset. The ratio between her boobs and her waist made even Sexy drool. Aletta’s fake boobs was at least twice as big as Sexy and that too with absolute bolt on profile. Underneath she was wearing those same silicone thong like Sexy. “For a moment I thought you’re just pregnant, Aletta.” The director joked. “ Anything above 24 hours works for me! So let’s start. You go first..” She pointed at Aletta. Aletta hobbled towards the car in baby steps. Thanks to her stilettos. The seat of the car was filled with piss stains from the previous contestants. She was mortified and initially refused to sit. But one stern look from the director made her retreat. With great efforts she hovered her ass while talking about the interiors. Her thighs both were on fire. The first drop of pee had pushed itself out and was resting on her quivering lips, ready to spray like a fire hose. But Aletta kept clenching hard to stop the outburst. She moved to the hood of the car and bent down to open it. The pointed tip of her corset sharply pierced the apex of her swollen bladder. The pain was something that she would not wish upon even her worst enemy. Even Sexy and Elvin grimaced. The director herself lost a huge spurt as she rushed to Aletta. Aletta froze in her place. If she would move she would piss herself and if she didn’t the corset would keep on piercing the bulge. “If I move, I.. Wont be...” A tear dropped down Aletta’s eyes. “It’s ok darling..” The director mellowed down and helped Aletta stand. Aletta’s hand immediately flew down to her crotch. The crack in the dam had started to appear. Was too much to stop. Her first spurt sprayed out violently. It seemed that the inevitable was about to happen but Aletta with last reserves of her strength, stopped the outburst. “Do.. Do you want to piss finally?” Sexy asked. Her own legs were trembled merely at the imagination of Aletta pissing. “I want to.. but I am not supposed to... I don’t pee outside home or.. even at home. “ Sexy and Elvin’s Jaws dropped to the ground. “How is a person not supposed to pee?” Elvin couldn’t stop himself from asking. All the ladies glaringly looked at him. Poor Elvin kept quiet and took Aletta aside. Only if they all knew how his bladder and the insides of his dick were burning at the effort of containing a lake of piss over 2 days now. Soon after Sexy began with her auditions. With a gallon or more of pee confined in her bladder for over 42 hours, she inched towards the car. Deep down Sexy knew that taking normal steps would mean an accident. Every vein on her neck and forehead seemed threatened to pop out. She kept repeating “Sex over pee” in between her mind. That mantra pushed her to keep going. 15 minutes of agonizing movement, bending to get in and out of the car, squatting down to explain the exhausts, pulling the hood of the car and extending her arms to explain the details of the engine. The director was mighty impressed with Sexy, especially with the knowledge of the car and the way she kept herself composed throughout. Though the ordeal of the entire day was proving too much to handle, the director managed to bring out the documents and officially sign off both Aletta and Sexy for her upcoming motoring series “Beer, Babes and Boost” Bidding every one adieu the director proceeded to her car. But her bladder gave up as soon as she grabbed the door handle. Her faded jeans turned dark in seconds. Given how thick and tight her jeans were, Elvin, Sexy and Aletta did not expect to see a puddle below her but they were wrong. A thick stream of piss erupted from her crotch and splattered on the floor. The director was moaning with relief without a care in the world. That was an unbearable sight and both Sexy and Aletta hid their faces in Elvin’s chest squishing their huge boobs against his chest. “Such a thick stream despite her jeans. It’s fuckin hard to imagine with what force she must have been pissing.” Elvin found himself whispering. “She must be a camel” Sexy whispered. Day 3 Aletta insisted Elvin and Sexy to stay at her place for the night considering the distance they had to drive back to reach their home. Sexy looked at Elvin for an answer. Her bladder had started to bulge despite the tightness of her corset dress. He eyed the bulge and a few drops of pee rolling down her legs. They were all tell-tale signs of her bladder needing room to expand. The couple tried to dodge Aletta but she wouldn’t budge. Finally, they obliged and drove to Aletta’s pace. Rex opened the door for them and let them in. Elvin and Sexy were in awe of Rex. In Aletta’s honour he himself had put on a custom designed steel ribbed corset and those dreaded silicone briefs. “Aletta texted me all about you when you were driving back. We both respect your choice of holding your piss for so long.” Rex explained “Fortunately we removed all our toilets from our home a couple of years back so you won’t get tempted to cheat. There’s some snacks and water on the table. Make yourselves comfortable, Good night.” Sexy and Elvin were now in a stranger’s guestroom with bladders fuller than all of their desperation throughout their lives would fall combined. Finishing the snacks and the dreaded water, they went to bed while still in their damned outfits. Elvin held her tightly while Sexy wept. Her bladder and back were hurting. Her nails dug into her thong and left impressions. “Please don’t leak.” Elvin begged her. Sexy nodded. Her red face and sweaty body told him that she was fighting with her last reserves of strength. They never realized how they fell asleep. Perhaps the exhaustion got better of them. Day 3: The next morning, they woke up to the feeble voice of Rex and Aletta speaking to each other in the next room. They were trying to convince each other that they only leaked a few spurts and didn’t need to pee at all. Elvin and Sexy were now reminded of their own dire needs. Sexy eyed Elvin to check the bed for any piss leaks or stains. There were none and he proudly smiled. Time was running and their bladder’s ticking like a bomb. All the liquid that Elvin and Sexy had consumed was pumped into their bladders which sticked out at least an inch despite their the ruthless tightness of their outfits. 51 hours for Sexy and 60 hours for Elvin was a record they were extremely proud of but now was not the time to celebrate. They had to rush to their thong manufacturer to get it out and free themselves. Elvin wanted to keep his promise while he still could and Sexy wanted to keep hers. In spite of all the persuasions by them Rex and Aletta made them have breakfast before they left, which obviously came with tall glasses of juice. There was no more waiting. Elvin and Sexy got into their car and hit the road. Sexy’s eyes remained closed and face was scrunched up as she battled the strong waves hitting the inside of her bladder walls. It was as if piranha fish were swimming inside her bladder eating from inside. Elvin on the other hand, held his breath. His skin turned blue with the efforts. His dick felt as if somebody was pumping liquid into it and ballooning it. Luck was not their side though. Long traffic jams, an empty gas tank, police pulling over for over speeding. Everything happened in a whizz. How the duo managed to survive without pissing themselves all over was a mystery that perhaps will never get solved. After 9 hours of their agonizing journey, they finally reached the manufacturer. “No! I won’t help you fucking morons” The manufacturer refused. “Please! We-we. . . haven’t pissed in two days! We are about to explode” Elvin pleaded. He struggled to put sentences together. As a lot of energy was required to not wet himself. “I am not obliged to help if you don’t read my manuals and end up gluing your ass” The manufactured angrily showed the instructions to him which stated “Don’t get into water after applying spray. The spray reacts with water, and it acts like industrial glue” Dejected by her the couple returned to Sexy’s apartment. Elvin was at his tether’s end and Sexy sobbed incessantly. Elvin carried her inside while she leaked a few more spurts. Her head hung in shame. “W-What do we do?” Sexy asked as Elvin softly landed her on the couch. He was still holding his breath on and off to fight off his urgent needs. Without uttering a word, he simply started untying Sexy from the corset dress. Each knot that came off was like a mini orgasm for her. When the last know came off, Elvin pulled her sticky sweaty dress hard to remove it. And that was their Eureka moment! Along with the dress her silicone thong finally came off. The sudden tug of the thong caused her to release a burst spray of piss on to the couch. She looked at him with teary eyes of happiness. Within moments Elvin yanked off his clothes and his brief as well. Sexy could not believe her eyes. His manhood was like a dream come true. It was nearly a feet long. She knew she would not be able to wrap the girth with just one hand. Each of the veins was swollen and the dick shined with sweat. Their moment had come. “I WANT YOU!” Sexy demanded Elvin. He obliged. The bedroom door was locked, and lights dimmed. Day 4: Our couple finally got what they wanted. Night-long animal-like fucking. With 3 days of piss inside their bladders, they were savouring each other like hungry wolves. It was the first time in Sexy’s life that a man made her cum rivers. The way he squished her massive saline filled globes, the way he ran his tongue on her lips, the confident non-stop thrusting. She was seeing stars in her eyes and her body felt as if it was floating in the air, except her basketball sized bladder that is. Her insides were being pounded like a hammer by Elvin, not that she complained. Her juices and her boiling piss-filled bladder were driving her crazy. Such a mix of the two was unreal. No drug or sexy toy in the world could ever bring her to even 1% close of what Elvin was giving her. He on the other hand was destroying her like a monster on steroids. At one point Sexy screamed “The ram of Lucifer”. He knew well that if he were bursting to piss, and horny at the same time, his dick would get extra hard. He was neither able to pee nor able to cum. What he thought to be a curse proved to be his biggest gift. They finally stopped the next afternoon, when Sexy’s body could no longer take the pounding. All her muscles down there hurt like hornets’ sting. The bedsheet was drenched with sweat and cum. The room fragrance was long supressed with strong odour of raw sex. She could barely keep her eyes open. “One last . . .” she begged Elvin. He obliged. And with all his might he rammed her. The result was the strongest orgasm she ever had in her lifetime. She moaned so loudly, that even the passers-by on the road stopped for a moment confused. Some of her neighbours even started calling her to check on her. Fortunately, her mobile battery had drained off. Sexy’s bladder had no strength left! After 3 days and 6 hours, a gallon and a half of piss erupted from her bladder. The force was so strong that it pushed out Elvin’s gigantic dick out of her pussy and sprayed him with an inch thick white stream, bruising his chest. He quickly moved away and let the gusher hit the window 8 feet away. She kept moaning as her body had several more pee-gasms. He watched in awe as his own need was trying to get better of him. His fingers were tightly wrapped around his cum drenched dick. He had not allowed himself to leak even a drop of pee or cum throughout this 3-and-a-half-day adventure. After a couple of minutes Sexy’s stream finally dried out. Her room was destroyed. There was cum, sweat, piss all around, damaged furniture, wet curtains, torn bedsheet and what not. But at the end, Sexy only cared about one thing "Elvin, marry me!" Elvin smooched her and was about to leave She insisted that they meet again in the evening as she craved even more. He agreed and left. It was 6pm when Elvin finally reached his place. His entire body was under cramps, balls were swollen red, dick hard as steel and throbbed incessantly. Grabbing his crotch Elvin literally crawled to his door. 4 days of pee was contained in his bladder which was furiously trying to escape and see the day of light. The mighty Elvin had kept his promise to Sexy that he would not pee when in her company. He gave her the most intense of orgasms. His duties were fulfilled and now our hero wanted his own sweet relief. But as a man, he still wanted to see himself as proper and strong. So before he let himself enjoy his direly needed piss he first cleaned the house, even ran some errands and finished his laundry. Around an hour or two later he finally made his way to the bathroom. The porcelain throne was shining in tis glory and looked so enticing. He inched towards it and slowly slid his sweaty pants and brief down. He counted backwards from 10 to 1 to prove to himself that he was still the master of his bladder. And after a few seconds, the first drop of piss emerged at the hole. Then there was no stopping or at least that’s what Elvin wanted. The drop turned to an inch thick white stream in a blink of an eye. The sheer speed the stream cut steel. It emerged in a perfect straight line. The contractions in his bladder were sending shivers down his body making him light headed. He took support of the wall in front while trying to keep his dick pointed towards the bowl. The relief however was not long. 30 seconds into his piss his phone buzzed. It was his darling, Sexy. Without thinking any further he clenched his muscles and stopped his ferocious release mid stream. The loud gushing sound in the bathroom was replaced by silence. The insides of his dick felt as if it was being pierced by a stack of needles. He quickly pulled his briefs and pants up and wobbled out of the bathroom. He was ready to go to any extent to hide his needs from Sexy. “Hey babe.. I told my hot bimbo friends about our bedroom – wrecking marathon fuck. They are all going ga-ga over it” Sexy blushed. “They have called us to their club tonight. And I might have told them that you will single-handedly destroy all of us.” “An invitation for an orgy.. How can I say no!” “That’s not the part I am worried about.” She paused. “I was wondering if you haven’t gone to the... You know... Bathroom yet. Would you somehow hold it a little longer till we do all the group fucking? It felt as if you were possessed by the God of sex because you were holding. I want to give all my friends the same.” Elvin’s heart started to race. He would die before admitting to Sexy that he was dying to relieve himself. His bladder was still protruding out by a good 3 inches. The skin was pulled taut and the veins were clearly showing. His organ desperately needed emptying and a good long rest. The partial release barely brought any respite to him. 3 days worth of piss, easily over an gallon and a half threatened to explode. “Of course... You don’t even have to ask” Elvin answered confidently and began preparing for the long night ahead. THE END....
  16. This past NYE, my friends and I went out to a club. This isn’t my usual scene, so I got myself pretty drunk and was dancing. Someone had backed into me and sloshed my drink all over my hands, which made them all sticky. I looked at the long line for the bathroom and thought, “I’ll just ask the girls at the front if I can run in there quickly to wash my hands.” They gave me side eye and told me I could go after them, so I got in line right behind them. Well there were about 6 girls in their group… Once the bathroom opened up, about 4 of them went in at once, and we were waiting forEVER to get in. While I was waiting, I noticed a guy a few people back in the line holding his crotch, lifting up his legs, and hunching over. He was talking about how desperate the was to pee. This was my secret dream come true. Apparently, he knew the 2 girls left waiting in front of me and asked if he could cut the line. They gave him the same side eye they gave me and said no. Outwardly, I gave him a look full of pity, but inwardly, I was so excited. It looked like this guy was about to lose it. I was trying so hard not to look at him out right but kept glancing over at him struggling to hold back the cascade that was surely making its way into his dick. Out of nowhere, one of my friends joined the line with me saying she needed to pee and asking if she could go in with me. She is hot, and I’ve wanted to sleep with her for a while, but I never like to have people peeing in the bathroom with me lest they catch on to how interested I am. But I still said yes because I didn’t want to be rude. All the while, I’m still catching glances at this guy who is still desperate. The thing is, he didn’t seem to be overly miserable about it. He kept saying that he waited too long and that he was going to pee in his pants. He did want to get to the toilet, but I couldn’t help but notice the fun he was having as well. What a dream guy. Eventually, the girls in front of me went in, and he asked my friend and me if he could run in to pee before we went in. My friend immediately said yes, and I didn’t want to be a jerk, so I said yes too. I told him it was pretty messed up of his friends not to let him go. At this point, in the semi-darkness of the club, I could see a sizable wet spot on his jeans, and he was fidgeting worse than ever. Before I knew it, the girls had left the bathroom, and he dashed in (and dashed my dreams of seeing him wet himself uncontrollably). When he came out, he had the biggest grin on his face and told his other friends how good it felt to let it all out finally. My friend and I went in, and I washed my hands while she peed. I tried to be in and out quickly to find the guy again, but I didn’t see him again for the rest of the night. Maybe I’ll put out an ad in the Craigslist “Missed Connections” page. XD
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    My friends left me tied to a chair wearing nothing but my small, white briefs. As I become more and more desperate to pee, eventually I can no longer hold it and start to wet myself.
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  18. Hi! It's my 24th birthday and I was hoping to hear your best male public desperation stories (personal ones are best but any are fine!). I especially love ones involving having to find something to relieve yourself into or barely making it to a urinal!
  19. Before I start telling you my experience I wanna put a disclaimer here, this is my first story so it could be a bit janky... Sorry This afternoon at I logged on into discord and started my hold with Shizuku. I drank a glass of water and changed into the clothes I'd be wetting myself in later. I started off drinking plenty of water, on discord I was chatting with some people about wether the Metric or Imperial system is the superior. Of course the metric is, if you don't beleive me I could give you lots of reason why it is... Forty minutes in I remembered I was doing a hold and decided to drink some more, I started drinking quite steadily from then. Meanwhile our discussion went on about ways of measurement, some American said the imperial system is better because Americans landed on the moon. After which a fellow european made clear NASA used the metric system during the Apollo missions. I drank some more water and went and got a bottle so I could keep drinking while chatting, by this time the conversation had switched to music. I stated that I love the latest My Chemical Romance single which released after 7 years of the band being inactive, as an emo I was of course very hyped about this but sadly no-one else thought this was exciting. I drank some more water and the conversation switched to how hard it can be to find doms, especially as a straight male... Some guy was complaining about how he didn't have one, but when I suggested he'd make a post here he said 'no biggy' and we went joking around about how the Shizuku bot is our dom. After this I drank some more, logged it with Shizuku and did some studying. Since I now needed to wait for quite a while untill my bladder would start to feel nice and full. I did some studying for College and found out about chemo-organotrophic-micro-organisms. Later the conversation on Discord was about weather and where people live, then wether urine is good to water your plants with (which it is since it has lots of nitrogen, potassium and phosphorus)... I continued studying for a bit and drank some more water, later there was a conversation on the server about pissing against trees and the fact that the ocean is the biggest toilet on earth. This continued to the subject of when you drink enough alcohol eventually you'll be going to the toilet every 10 minutes. Next there was some confusion on some commands in the server do and after some messing around we found out how to do certain things (for instance ,holdstats @username and how the 'canipee' command works). I drank some more, and by this time we're almost 3 hours in, I felt my bladder slowly filling up... Some guy was talking about how his hold was starting to hurt a bit, me and some other guy convinced him to watch himself and stop if the pain increased or didn't go away. Then I found out there's guys who pee easier with a boner, for me it's always way harder to piss with a boner but apparently that's not true for everyone... We discussed about why men can't pee or have trouble peeing when they have a boner... Here's the answer for anyone who's interested: “To prevent semen from entering into the bladder, the internal urethral sphincter contracts. This not only prevents semen from going into the bladder, but it also prevents urine from passing through the urethra during an erection and ejaculation.” (healthline.com, July 8th 2020) Then for a second someone started talking about code and stuff, XOR, boolean etc. which I understand only the absolute basics of so I got bored and went to get something more to drink. About 4 hours in I had drank over 3 Liters. A little later (about 6PM by now) we were talking about our past experiences with depression and therapy, this is when I found out the American healthcare system is even more unstable then I already thought it was... I'm glad I live in the Netherlands where all health care is either free or heavily subsidised for... Some others in the chat were losing control and leaving the conversation, others were just starting their holds... I drank another 500ml of water and logged it as 499, now Shizuku's counter was at 3999ml and 5hours. I stopped drinking since drinking over 4 Litres in this amount of time is dangerous and Shizuku would suspend my session and ban me for a few days if I logged any more... I waited and did some more homework, when I looked back at discord there was a discussion about wether butts or boobs were more important when looking at a girl. Of course the answer is boobs, but some guys didn't agree. Some girl sent a picture of her ass but deleted it again very fast, and I'm gonna quote myself "That picture left us faster then my dad did" (not that he actually did, but it's a funny meme) next she sent another picture of her ass (which she didn't delete afterwards) It was about 5 and a half hours is when I asked Shizuku for my first challenge, I had to stand up and walk around my room for 3 minutes. It was do-able but not easy by far. Just for the sake of it I emmidiately asked for another challenge afterwards, now I had to do the same thing but for 10 minutes... It was quite the challenge to not leak, every step felt awful, but I did it anyway. The next challenge I got from her was pretty lame, it was to just to stand up for a few minutes. So I skipped it and... then it hit me... my desperation got insane for a litle bit... I stood there, doing a crazy dance... Leaking a little... And then I regained control... I asked Shizuku for another challenge, and this one was harsh! She ordered me to lay down on my stomach for five minutes, these were excruciating. Then she ordered me to stand up doing a T-pose and let out a single spurt of pee, I accepted the challenge and beraly managed to remain in control... I had a small spot in my crotch and couldn't sit still... The next challenge was to stand up straight, then bend over and touch your toes for at least 15 seconds. I started, immediately it was immense... 3 seconds in, I was focusing all my attention to my bladder and holding for as long as I could... 5 seconds in, I was leaking heavily but gained control... 12 seconds in, I was almost there... But I lost control entirely, my shorts got soaked in pee... It felt really good, the releif of my bladder after over 6 hours... 4 litres of pee came flooding out of me... It felt incredible, the warm fluid flowing through my shorts, onto my legs, on the floor... This is my own Omorashi experience this afternoon, I guess it's very poorly written... XD
  20. The following fics are part of the, uh…Impure Thoughts Extended Universe? Previous Two Installments These installments won’t carry the same content warning for weird Catholic BDSM elements as the first two, so I made a separate topic and added a little Clumsy Exposition(TM) The only content that could trouble an omo-happy reader here would be those awkward moments that come with a 1960s period piece, like characters saying “negro” and smoking indoors. I took my time writing due to my interest in developing Chester’s character (he’s much bolder and brasher than Joe, but in some ways just as naive) and my desire to do at least a little justice to New York City in the sixties. _______ CHAPTER 3: THE PERENNIAL NEW YORK PROBLEM Chester and Joe arrive in New York. They get a little lost, and soon Joe is in dire need of safe, clean public facilities that simply do not exist. Construction on the World Trade Center would not begin until 1966, so it is not in the background of this shot of Midtown _______ “Welcome to New York Everybody here was someone else before” - Taylor Swift _______ If you’d been at the Port Authority bus terminal that morning in 1962, you might have seen two young men carrying suitcases: one a lanky, freckled redhead with a foxlike femininity in the face, and the other a broad-shouldered, square-jawed hunk with a determined stride, a fine representation of a 1950s male beauty ideal that would soon be out of style. The redhead wore a grid check dress shirt, a bow tie, and khakis, while the hunk wore green slacks and a short-sleeved madras shirt more appropriate for the warm weather. And if you’d asked their names, as none of the hundreds of people in the bustling station did, you would have learned that the pretty redhead was called Joe and the hunk was called Chester. Their smart haircuts and quality suitcases made them look like upstanding citizens on their way to visit a wealthy auntie, but in fact they were runways. They had spent the night in a Buffalo bus station after escaping from the clutches of a perverted priest at a Catholic college upstate. Joe could scarcely conceal his adoration as he looked at Chester, who was his rescuer, his hero, and the object of his burning infatuation going on two years. Chester was less sure what Joe meant to him; he had delivered his roommate from immediate peril, but upon arrival in New York he had to consider the question, “now what?” In his fantasies he’d always been like a character in a Kerouac novel setting off for the big city alone, but now that he had actually gone through with it he had an innocent in tow, a person who was more than an acquaintance but less than a friend (or a lover), and he didn’t know what his responsibilities to him were. “Bam! Right over the bridge and we’re in Manhattan! What do you think?” Chester asked. “This is the biggest bus station I’ve ever seen,” said Joe, awestruck. “It’s the ugliest bus station I’ve ever seen,” Chester laughed as an angry-looking man side-checked him. “Golly…” “Let’s get out here and see the city.” “Excuse me, I should…um….use the men’s room first,” Joe said, spotting the sign in a shadowy far corner. He’d had a cup of sludgy coffee and a lot of water from the fountain in Buffalo, and he was feeling a twinge. The men’s room was absolutely filthy. The smell made him sick. He could hear noises in the stall furthest from the door: half-stifled moans - male - and obscene sucking sounds that echoed slightly off the tiles. An avuncular bald man wearing a suit and a wedding ring was standing with his ear pressed against the stall door. Another fellow, muscular, about thirty, was leaning against the wall opposite the urinals in tight jeans and a white T-shirt, smoking. Both of them turned to look at Joe with undisguised lust. Joe panicked. He turned and fled, shocked, scandalized, and shaken to the depths of his soul. He walked out to rejoin Chester, trying to look relieved. The last thing he wanted to do was describe what he had just seen. “Now we need to walk abreast like so and carry our suitcases on the inside so they don’t get snatched. New York is full of criminals,” said Chester. Joe looked at him in alarm. “I mean suitcase-snatching criminals, not shoot-em-up criminals, scaredy-cat.” “I’m not scared, I just - “ “It’s okay, it’s okay. I didn’t mean it that way. This is going to be great. No more classes, no more homework, no more curfew, no more banned books and music, no more priests trying to kidnap people...” “Golly.” _______ The sights, sounds, and smells of the city overwhelmed them as soon as they stepped into the street. Within a few blocks, Times Square opened up, with its vast billboards for Coca-Cola and Canadian Club whiskey. They bought some lemonade from a vendor and set off to the northeast, the direction the map Chester bought at the Port Authority seemed to indicate. They walked through a forest of skyscrapers and Joe nearly tripped over a curb because he couldn’t stop looking up at them, wondering what it was like to live or work so close to the heavens. They passed Radio City Music Hall and Rockefeller Center, places they had only heard of, and then bumped into Central Park. “Look, they have carriage rides through the park!” Joe said, “maybe we could come back here tomorrow!” The awfulness of the day before was fading away into the racket of the crowds and traffic; he was getting into the spirit of the occasion. They walked up Fifth Avenue, gawking at the decorated storefronts and the women dolled up like Jackie Kennedy in Chanel suits. They went into one of the stores just to see what it was like, and discovered an upscale display room filled with expensively simple home furnishings in the sleek, space-age style they had hitherto only seen in magazines. Joe was enchanted, while Chester privately mused that J.D. Salinger had warned him about these rich phonies. Joe attempted to greet the old men feeding pigeons around the edge of Central Park, who looked at him like he was an alien. It was early afternoon and getting hot. Their suitcases felt heavy in their hands; Joe had loosened his bow tie. They cleared the Park and noticed that their surroundings were getting shabbier, which Chester took as an indication that they were getting close to Greenwich Village. They walked past a group of black children playing in a fire hydrant someone had opened for them. The sight and sound of the water pouring into the street made Joe’s bladder wince, but it didn’t show on his face. “I’ve never seen so many colored children in one place,” Joe remarked. “Shh! In New York, you have to be hip. The modern term is ‘negroes,’” Chester corrected. He’d been reading about the battles over segregation down South in his contraband political pamphlets, and knew all the modern terms. “I’ve never seen so many negro children in one place.” “Better. You’re getting the hang of it.” They encountered a block full of old men in black coats with beards and curled sidelocks. “They’re Jews,” Chester said knowingly. “Golly!” Joe exclaimed. His immigrant grandfather, who had lived in New York in his youth before moving upstate, once told him there were all kinds of people there, including Jews, but seeing them with one’s own eyes was something else. They went to a greasy spoon called Larry’s Diner for cheap hamburgers and French fries. The food tasted like manna from heaven after a night and morning on the run. Chester took the opportunity to covertly pool and count out their meager cash savings, which would last them four to nine days depending on the frugality of their accommodations. They would have to get jobs fast to afford an apartment, much less two apartments. Joe drank three fountain sodas. He was thirsty from walking for blocks and blocks in the heat. Chester unfolded the map and furrowed his brow at it. He intercepted a man walking past their booth: “Excuse me, sir, we’re looking for Greenwich Village. Can you point us in the right direction?” “Greenwich Village!” the man said, “That’s all the way Downtown. You gotta go down to 14th Street. Maybe 13th Street.” Chester glanced out the window. They were on West 122nd Street. “Well, looks like we got a little lost,” he said. Joe put a hand to his belt buckle and glanced around. The soda was running through him with distressing speed. “Chester, do you think you can ask that man if there’s, um, a men’s room here?” he asked, looking down at his plate. Chester went to the counter and called to the cook: “excuse me, sir, does this restaurant have a men’s room?” “No,” the cook said definitively, then turned back to the grill. “Do you need to find a bathroom?” Chester asked Joe in a low voice. “Yes. I haven’t had the, um, opportunity since we were in Buffalo,” It was embarrassing to admit, after the events of the day before. The last thing he wanted to talk about was peeing. The memory of the wet spots on Chester’s sweater vest in the church basement resurfaced like a nightmare. “I thought you went at the Port Authority.” “I couldn’t go at the Port Authority,” he whispered, “there were people having relations in there. Men. It wasn’t decent.” “I thought you liked that sort of thing.” Joe froze and blushed scarlet to the tips of his ears, as only red-haired people can blush. “Sorry,” Chester said with genuine contrition. He kicked himself; he should have known that Joe was not ready to be teased about this topic, especially by a fellow he’d had it bad for for two whole years. “It’s not important. I can hold it,” Joe announced, suddenly unhappy and fearful. He’d run away from the Church, his scholarship, his family, everything he had known, and he didn’t know exactly why, or whether the person he was with actually wanted to help him. Golly, I’m such a stupid little Poindexter fairy, he thought, crossing his ankles and squeezing his thighs together under the table. He really did need to go. “Time for a bit of course correction. 14th Street. I should have been paying more attention to the grid,” said Chester, frowning. ______ The sun was dropping in the sky, reflecting off of the windows of the tall, tall buildings. They set out across Midtown and down its length again, this time in the right direction down Second Avenue. Chester poked his head into several storefronts. There were no public bathrooms anywhere. He’d heard New Yorkers were a tough breed, but he’s never thought about it from this angle. No wonder the cab drivers were so cranky and perpetually blowing their horns. They were able to stop a middle-aged woman in a green suit with fake pearl buttons, but when they asked her where they could find a public bathroom, she leaned her head back, let out a loud “ha!” and kept walking. They checked the map. Joe shifted from foot to foot. They were now south of the Empire State Building again, and getting closer to the Village, in a roundabout way. They walked and walked. If Chester had to be honest, he also wanted a piss at this point, but he obviously couldn’t match Joe’s discomfort. Joe was in front of Chester, walking as fast as a real New Yorker, his pelvis held perfectly upright and the muscles of his small, high buttocks pulled taut. "Why am I staring at his ass?" Chester asked himself. It was too hot and the city smelled like garbage. They passed more and more abandoned or near-abandoned buildings on their journey down Second Avenue. A vagrant ambled past, swigging from a bottle of gin. A young woman, dressed scandalously, had fallen asleep on the curb. An enormous rat stared at them insolently from beneath a car. They clutched their suitcases tight. The anxiety about criminals made Joe need to pee that much more. Chester spotted a crumbling building with a deep, recessed portico. Checking to see if the coast was clear, he yanked Joe inside. “Put down your suitcase. We can have a nice piss here,” he said. Judging by the smell, they were not the first people to have this idea. Joe gave him a worried look. There were fewer people on the street than in the other places they’d been, but not no one. There were cars and cabs driving past. “It’s okay, see?” Chester said, turning his back, unzipping, and pissing confidently into the corner. The pattering sound made Joe’s bladder contract and he was suddenly dying for relief, as he had been during Father MacLeary’s terrible purgation. This wasn’t decent, but it didn’t matter; it was an emergency. Chester zipped up. “Now you go. I won’t look. I’ll keep watch.” Joe turned into the corner himself, hopping up and down a bit as he fumbled with his belt. Hurry, hurry. He was starting to panic. If he didn’t get himself in hand fast enough, he might start piddling in his underwear. Oh, oh, oh. I must, I must. He took out his pecker and aimed at the corner of the portico where Chester had just peed… …and he couldn’t go. Something had seized up. He stood straining, but nothing came. He felt the leaden heaviness of all the liquid that had accumulated since Buffalo pound against some iron wall he had inside him. “I can’t go,” he whimpered. “Why not?” “I just can’t. Not here.” “Seems like you really need it, though.” He jiggled his knees. “It’s - it’s an emergency, but I can’t go. Not in public.” Chester sensed that saying “you had no problem peeing in front of me yesterday” would make things worse. Maybe that was the problem, after all - the poor guy was still mortally embarrassed and couldn’t relax. Now he felt awful for having emptied his own bladder so casually right in front of him. And for getting them lost. Joe stood for two miserable minutes trying to pee and couldn’t pass a drop. When he buttoned his pants, he groaned with the renewed pressure on his bladder, which felt to him like it was stretched to watermelon proportions. He would just have to hold it longer. He had an awful flashback to Father MacLeary’s claim that the ache of a full bladder is meant to educate rebellious humans about Purgatory. You must hold your water until we have concluded. He shivered in the warm, still air. They went back to the street and Chester observed him visibly cringe as they set off, the kind of misstep and shifty movement that, however momentary, indicated that the situation was serious. “I’m sure that when we get to Greenwich Village, you’ll be allowed to use any bathroom you want. You’re a poet, after all.” “Oh, I sure hope so!” _______ They started walking westward on East 4th Street, toward what appeared to be beatnik civilization. Long-haired young men in jeans and their beanpole girlfriends were milling around newsstands, appearing to have nothing better to do. Chester felt out of place with his crew cut, and had no way to explain to these hip strangers that it had been one of only three haircuts allowed on the Saint Sebastian campus. One of the fellows, shirtless and hairy as a muskrat, hung out of a window smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. He blew smoke with a strong, unfamiliar odor right at the boys. “Sir, do you know where we might find a restroom?” Joe asked, and for the second time they were simply laughed at. After a few more blocks, Joe stopped in front of an automat to bend over at the waist and press his slender thighs together. He felt tremendous pressure at the base of his pecker and needed to squeeze himself, needed it desperately, but knew it wasn’t decent. He crossed his legs like a girl and touched his lower abdomen gingerly. Oh, how his poor, tired, overfull bladder hurt! Here he was again, for the second time in as many days, on the verge of wetting himself in front of Chester, who was so strong and handsome and generous! “Aw Jeez,” Chester said, and placed a comforting hand on his arm, looking around to see if anyone was watching and judging. Chester could feel him shaking. “I have to go really, really bad, Chester. Why doesn’t this city have normal bathrooms?” Chester pondered. A hotel. They needed a hotel room for the night anyway; hunting for apartments and jobs was an overwhelming task and could start tomorrow. Based on Chester’s finances, it would have to be a fleabag hotel, but Joe could have a pee and they could both get some sleep. “Here, I’ll take your suitcase,” Chester said, “I’ll get a hotel room real quick and you can pee there.” “Please, can you…hurry?” Joe said, straightening up with a pained expression. The first hotel they came to was hideous, somehow in business despite having two conspicuous broken windows, and even this was out of their very short financial reach due to charging only hourly rates. Joe could hardly stand still at the counter of that horrible place. He was sweating more than the heat called for. His hair was disheveled and his cheeks were red from a sunburn that would hurt in the morning. Of course their restrooms were for customers only. And just like that, they were back on the march. Joe may have been a poet, but he knew no words in English to describe how badly he needed to pee. He had to try again, he had to. There were no alleys or cul-de-sacs that he could see, and he knew he could never tolerate the guilt and ignominy of sullying a phone booth, so when they came to another abandoned storefront, he ducked into the doorway. The doorway was shallower than the portico had been, and there were more people around, but all Joe could think about was how it hurt to hold it in after walking for miles and miles. The pressure was blinding. He was about to wet his pants in the middle of a strange city. I have to, I have to. He unbuckled and unzipped again, with Chester rushing to stand guard. “Stop, Joe! There’s a cop!” Joe did up his pants again in a flash. If there was one thing that terrified him, it was Authority. And sure enough, a bearish middle-aged New York City cop, the first cop they’d seen in awhile, was walking right by them. “Hey!” the cop hailed, “you boys. Were you pissing in that doorway?” Joe and Chester glanced at each other. What if they were wanted men upstate? What if they were already on posters? Were they going to go to prison? “The law has a pretty damned clear perspective when it comes to pissing in doorways,” the cop muttered, wiping his nose, looking behind them to see if there was a puddle in the doorway, which there wasn’t. The cop looked Joe in the eyes, scrutinizing him. Joe almost flooded his pants in his own defense. He would have been in danger of wetting himself from fear even if he hadn’t already been at the limits of his endurance. It was all he could do to clench his muscles as hard as humanly possible to hold it in against the squeezing downward pressure of terror. “Alright then,” the cop said with a tone of minor disappointment, “you seem like some nice law-abiding young men. Have a good afternoon.” They watched him walk away. When he turned the corner, Joe doubled over again, teeth clenched, legs together, hands on his knees, whimpering as he battled for enough control to keep walking. He felt dizzy and disoriented. He pictured his bladder as a lead balloon expanding inside him, massive and heavy and hot and pushing hard against his belt. Oh, Mother Mary, help me. On the next block, they spotted another hotel. The Mitchell Hotel, according to its theater-style marquee, which had seen better days. Joe started jogging toward it, and Chester took off after him. They opened the heavy Victorian front door. Behind the front desk, a tremendously fat, sweaty man in a wifebeater sat on a small metal stool, reading a newspaper and smoking. His bald head looked like a big red egg. A blackboard proclaimed that rooms were available for the night, and well within their budget. “Hello, sir. We’d like to rent a hotel room and we thought this establishment looked so lovely - “ Chester began. “Ayse, youse wants hourly rates or to stay the night?” harrumphed the man, without looking up. “We’d like to stay the night, sir.” “What are ya, queers?” “No, brothers,” Chester said, “Don and Pat Frasier. We’re traveling on business. We work in advertising - “ “Aye, misters Frasier. We gots a room for the night, if two brothers’ll be willing to share a bed,” he said, winking, as he stubbed out his cigarette in a huge metal ashtray. Chester glanced at Joe, who was gazing toward some unmarked distant horizon and shaking his right leg rapidly. “Yes, that’s fine with us. When we were little we - “ “Aye, I don’t need youse whole life story. Gimme the cash, write youse names in the guestbook and get lost. Room 18 is up on the third floor. Don’t be making any messes my old lady has to clean up, alright?” He threw his weight off the stool gruntingly and went to grab a key from the rack “Edna! Just gave room 18 to some queers!” they heard the man yell as they got on the ancient elevator. The elevator creaked alarmingly as it rose. Joe leaned back against the metal grate with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, breathing hard. He folded his arms tight over his chest so he would not grab himself in front of Chester. A horrendous sloshing shudder went through his bladder as the elevator bounced sullenly to a halt. He bent his knees and keened in his agony - “nnnmmmnnnhhhh!” - as gravity itself cruelly compressed him internally when he was so close to getting relief. When the elevator opened, he ran out into the gloomy hallway, looking for room 18. “Here it is! Here it is! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, please hurry up.” Joe bounced on his heels and Chester scurried to his side. Chester inserted the key into the latch of room 18 - or at least he tried to, but it wouldn’t go in. “Please hurry,” Joe groaned as he fumbled. Chester withdrew the key and looked at the fob. “This key says it’s for room 17.” Chester went across the hall and knocked on the dark oak door of Room 17. “Who there?! Not cleaning time! I pay! Go away!” a woman with an unplaceable accent yelled from inside. “Goddamnit, they gave me the wrong key,” said Chester. “Nnnnnnmmmmmmhhhh!” It did not even occur to Joe to be bothered by Chester’s blasphemy. “Shhh, it’s okay, just wait here. You can hold it another minute,” Chester said. “Please hurry!” Chester jogged back down the hallway, glancing back with a hopeful smile as he waited for the elevator to creep back up from the ground floor. So kind. He hadn’t meant anything by the off-color comment at Larry’s, surely not. Please hurry, Chester. Please, please, please. The ancient damask wallpaper in the hallway was water-stained and peeling. The dim light fixture on the ceiling was big and yellow and round enough that Joe couldn’t stand to look at it. Knowing that there must be a toilet or an old-fashioned chamber pot or even a random decorative receptacle in the locked room was maddening. He marched in place in front of the door, grabbing himself hard in Chester’s absence. The feeling of his urethra being squashed down helped, it numbed the pins-and-needles torment of his pecker tingling with the need to pee from root to tip, it let him hold it just a little bit longer. Please, please, please come back, Chester. I can’t wait, I’m going to wet myself again, hurry, hurry, hurry. After several eternities, the elevator creaked open and Chester ran down the hallway holding the correct key aloft like the Olympic Torch. Joe gasped. His heart leapt. He doubled over as his bladder spasmed violently, a wave of anguish crashing into him. “Ohhhhh, hurry!” he cried. Chester put the key into the lock. Joe was standing beside him with his thighs pressed together, one hand on the grimy wall and the other rubbing against his lower belly, teeth bared from the strain of clenching muscles that were fluttering with exhaustion. “Ohhh, please hurry, Chester. Please, please hurry,” His buckled knees were shaking. “Just a few more seconds, Joe.” “Oh Mother Mary help me, oh no - nnnnnnnnhhhhhhhgghhmmm!” He was wetting his pants. It was like a geyser: abrupt and unstoppable. He was pissing at full force, so hard that it made a swishing noise as it gushed out of him and ran down his trouser legs in a hot torrent. It went on for almost a minute. He didn’t have the strength to fight it; all he could do was look down and watch in horror as it happened. A huge puddle formed on the threadbare carpet. “Ohhhhhh, oh golly, oh no, I wet my pants,” he moaned pitifully. He turned the toes of his wet shoes inward and covered his face with his hands. He was fully prepared to die in that moment, even if he was certain he was going to Hell. “Jesus,” said Chester. “This keeps happening,” he lamented, touching his soaked left thigh with the tips of his fingers, “I’m so sorry.” Chester got the door unlocked and ushered Joe inside with a friendly hand on the back. The liquid in Joe’s shoes made a squelching noise. “It’s not your fault. The towering behemoth down there gave me the wrong key. When you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go. Judging from the um, odor and the stains on the carpet out there, you’re not the first.” He smiled reassuringly, looking into Joe’s teary eyes as he pulled the suitcases inside and locked the door. He liked the way Joe’s wet khakis clung to his lithe boyish body, although he couldn’t explain why or imagine admitting it. The room was as bad as Chester had anticipated. Most of it was taken up with a full-sized bed, which looked sunken in the middle. There was no telephone. The ashtrays on the nightstands hadn’t been emptied after the last guests, and there were cigarette burns on the bedspread. A number of insects had met their demise in the twin light fixtures on the wall. But there was, miraculously, a private bathroom where Joe could clean himself up and try to wash his clothes in the sink with some old soap flakes. Chester could hear him crying over the sound of the sink running. Poor Joe. Joe was primarily concerned about the puddle outside: “there aren’t any towels in here we can use to clean it up! The man downstairs said we shouldn’t make a mess,” he sobbed from behind the bathroom door. “The man downstairs is a piece of work,” Chester retorted as he opened Joe’s suitcase to retrieve some dry clothes for him. He realized that he hadn’t packed Joe’s pajamas. Goddamnit. He had to show up at the door with only white briefs and an undershirt. “Here you go, buddy. Please…don’t cry. You having an accident, it’s…nothing I haven’t seen before.” Joe looked at what Chester had handed him. “What about pants?” “You’re thinking about being presentable for dinner? I’ve never been so exhausted in my life. We should get some sleep.” “We…?” “It’s not a problem. We can sleep back-to-back like people in the old days.” It wasn’t until they were both dressed for bed that they realized just how fatigued they were. They had been on the move for over 24 straight hours. Their feet and backs hurt from walking all day, and their eyelids drooped of their own accord. Chester, who had remembered his own pajama pants at least, climbed into bed on the far side. The sheets felt grainy and the smell of the pillow left something to be desired. He turned to the wall for Joe’s modesty as he felt his lean body settle beside him. Here I am in New York City, sharing a bed with a homosexual with bladder problems who’s sweet on me, Chester thought. He didn’t have the energy to fret over the implications. They both fell into a dreamless sleep as the sun set over Greenwich Village, delaying until the next day the proper beginnings of their lives. TO BE CONTINUED
  21. What if a human got stuck in Equestria? How would he pee? This fic explores that. This is my first ever omo fic! Noah Brown whined as he ran home. His bladder was so, [i]so[/i] full to the point it was bulging out his stomach. His legs jiggled as he shakily forced his key into the keyhole. He tugged on his My Little Pony shirt desperately as he opened his door. He crossed his legs as he locked the door and ran upstairs to their toilet. He was leaking slightly as he dashed up the stairs. But finally, he made his way into the toilet and locked the door. Squirming, he undid his belt, leaking yet more, as he yanked down his piss stained pants, whipped out his dick, and peed. The relief was euphoric. He vowed never to drink that much again. He stared in the mirror at himself. At his tanned skin, hazel eyes, blonde hair and slim features. Being gay in a hyper conservative area, he was often bullied for being gay, and for liking MLP. To top it all off, he was extremely shy. He wandered into his bedroom, and started watching MLP and then fell asleep slowly. ~~~ When he awoke, he was in... Equestria? Ponies passed by and gave him funny looks. Noah was acutely aware of a building pressure in his lower abdomen. Sighing, he knew he'd have to find a way to pee somehow. But in Equestria? How? 'Hi!' Said Pinkie Pie 'Are you knew?' She said 'I-I-I' Spluttered Noah. Noah squeaked, and his bladder contracted suddenly. He gasped as he pressed his legs together, crushing his penis between his legs. 'yes' Squeaked Noah. His bladder was rather full and he needed to find a place to pee - now. 'let me show you all my friends' pinkie said Noah needed to pee first, but he followed Pinkie. 'these are my friends' cried Pinkie They all talked nicely and greeted each other. 'allow me to get you some cider' Said Applejack Noah knew that anymore fluids could mean the end of the line for his bladder but he didn't want to be rude. Looking around, there didn't seem to be any outhouses. Noah drank deep after Applejack got him the cider. Within moments, it went to his bladder, and Noah started peeing! Pee ran down his legs. But Noah just managed to get a grip after he'd soaked the front of his shorts significantly. 'if you wanted to pee sugarcube, you could've just told me' she said soothingly. 'the outhouse is there.' Noah ran to the toilet, gripping his big dick with all his might. He ran in, and started to cry at what he saw. The toilet was nothing like he could use. Pee leaked out his penis and he wet himself in the outhouse. END OF PART ONE
  22. This is my first fic attemps, the first chapter is an introduction to the lore, I expect this to be a sizeable story, however, note I work a lot and study so I might not be a regular poster. Also note english is not my primary language. It is now well known that women have, more often than not, suffered from the rule of men and fiction tend to return to that old comfortable trope of men enslaving women for their pleasure and for the sake of power, but what if, in an alternate universe, men were those who had to suffer from social norms made by women? Social norms do not always have to make sense, they are often rooted in traditions and emotional if not instinctual reactions. Why do we have to apologize when we suffer from the hiccup? Why do we say “Bless you” when someone sneezes? Because we were told to, because our parents did it, and their parents too. Knowing that, it is easy to imagine socials norms that would be imposed on men and women that would be greatly sexist (cough cough real world), but this time turning the table around with more emphasis on men rather than women. For our own pleasure, let us imagine a world where those social norms make men rather uncomfortable in a way we like, let us imagine a world where a man peeing in a public toilet, or showing the need to relieve itself in a public setting is seen as a grave impoliteness, a sign of weakness and in some countries, a regulated affair. As for public urination, the consequences of such indecency would be dire: heavy fines, public announcement of your crime resulting in shame and often the imposition of a chaperon who would ensure the convicted man would be unable to repeat such offense. This chaperon would control with a keyless locked belt the moments of relief of the convict who would have to adhere to the schedule imposed by the chaperon. This system was also imposed on sexual criminals to avoid further aggressions, but also seen as a punitive system, as the chaperons, all women, would tend to not be kind to sexual predators, aggressors, and perverts. From a very young age, boys would be taught that peeing is a sign of weakness, a lack of control and dignity for a man. Especially in a public setting such as school, work or even with guests at home, the norm would be that men simply had to hold and wait. They had to control themselves and use their strength to good use. In fact, due to these norms, it was not uncommon for men to brag about their holding abilities and for girls to actively seek men able to control themselves for extended periods of time. It was seen as an act of strength and a proof that they would also be polite and in control of their sexual impulses. A security, in some ways for these girls. Obviously, those norms would gradually be enforced the older the boys would get. Slowly, but surely, it would become harder for the male student to receive the “holy grail” namely: the bathroom key. For you see, the bathrooms would be locked in permanence to avoid any unwarranted relieving. While girls always had their personal key on them, boys would need to ask for the key, often being rejected of shunned for asking. Often being teased in front of the class to further dissuade any kid from asking permission unless an emergency. Kids being kids, it was not rare for girls to bully their male counterpart and tease them about their situation. By the time, the kids would arrive to college, the bathroom pass would have been near impossible to obtain and asking for it would result in mockery, bullying, teasing and if too frequent, disciplinary actions and training. Once on the job market, more often than not, toilets would be only accessible to women in the most conservative countries while they would be extremely rare in more liberal countries has previous building codes would not have included them. The peer pressure to avoid using them was so strong by this point, they were more often than not plain decoration and there to follow regulations. Obviously, these norms meant that most men were most of the time in dire need of relief, worst of all for them, they could see their female friend, coworkers, boss, and wife relieve themselves. They could not show any part of their condition, especially not in the workplace. Showing a lack of self control in the workplace was a sure way to stay at the bottom of the chain and never receive a promotion. Even worse, a group of women around the world, named the sisterhood was always on the hunt to regulate, enforce and strengthen these norms into laws. Some extremists of this group would make it their mission to make the men around them as desperate as possible and to humiliate them further. It was a revenge for all the violence and sexual violence perpetrated by men. Or so they said. Some poor soul would end up tortured, forced to drink liters and liters of fluid only to be dumped in the middle of a passing street without options to relieves themselves. Other would simply be stuck with a boss in the sisterhood denying them bathroom keys, forcing them to drink and torturing them with overtime and denouncing any “signs” of desperation. In some of the most conservative countries, they would manage to pass law reducing even more the rights of men to relieve themselves. The most extreme case being in a very macho country of south America where male public bathroom simply did not exist and men being found to use female public bathroom were forced to wear remote belt for up to 5 years for a first offense and be supervised by a female chaperon for 10 years. Showing signs of desperation could even get you accusations of public indecency. It is not like men could do anything about it, they did not have the right to vote or to protest in these places, politic was seen as a waste of time for men in many countries. They had work to do, money to earn, politics was a women thing. To be continued
  23. Lyle’s college campus, including his first-year residence, did not appear to have much space for parties. The bedrooms were small, the hallways had no furniture, and the cafeteria closed at 9 PM. During relatively brief chats with the other students in the hallways and cafeteria, Lyle heard a few rumours of party-focused fraternities and sororities in the area, but he couldn’t find any way to locate or contact such places. The only remotely promising local venue he could actually find on a map was the campus bar. He couldn’t imagine much of a party happening at a bar, but after a week with no other leads, he decided he might as well check it out. Lyle wasn’t sure if the bar would serve meals, so he had dinner at the cafeteria before heading over. He didn’t bother dressing up for the evening; he wore the same t-shirt, khakis, and sandals that he had been wearing all day. When he arrived at the bar, he took a minute to walk around the tables to see if he could click with any of the groups there. None of them seemed particularly welcoming, though, so he sat down at the bar and ordered a soda. As he drank it, he tried to think of ways to approach some of the other students, and he also listened for conversations that he might be able to contribute to. He didn’t have any breakthroughs by the time he finished his soda, so he ordered another. Nothing changed as he drank that either. For his third drink, he decided to try something alcoholic; the daily special posted on the wall would do. When he tasted it, he found it to be sweet, with the alcohol barely noticeable, which was pretty well what he was going for; his interest in alcohol was minimal. But even this new drink didn’t change the fact that no one was talking to him. After sitting there for an hour and a half sipping on several more sodas and a few more alcoholic beverages, Lyle decided that this was a failed experiment. He had to pee from all the drinking so he figured he’d use the bathroom there (they had to have one, right?) and then head back to his room and maybe play some computer games. He stood up, but as he turned around to start looking for a bathroom, a female student suddenly came up to him and said, “Hi! I’m Cynthia.” “Hi,” Lyle responded uncertainly, “I’m Lyle.” “Hi Lyle!” Cynthia said, smiling brightly. “Can I buy you a drink?” Perhaps this wasn’t a failed experiment after all. It was a bit ironic to be offered a drink after having nothing but them for the past hour and a half, but this time Lyle would have someone to talk to, so he cheerfully accepted and they started chatting. There was no need for computer games now, and he wasn’t going to go hunting for a bathroom right after meeting someone who wanted to spend time with him. And they did spend quite some time chatting. Cynthia seemed very friendly and outgoing. When the drink she had bought Lyle was finished, she eagerly bought him another, and when that one was finished, she just as eagerly bought him a third. She said this was her third year of college, so perhaps that had given her a chance to get used to bar etiquette; Lyle himself had never been to a bar before and couldn’t even imagine having the nerve to offer a drink to someone he had just met. Unfortunately, all these drinks, coupled with the duration of their conversation, were making Lyle’s need to pee more persistent. He worried that Cynthia might leave if he stepped away to find a bathroom, but eventually he decided he would have to take that risk. He finished the drink he was working on and was just about to excuse himself when Cynthia said, “This place is pretty slow. Let’s go somewhere better.” “Sure,” Lyle said. “Just let me use the bathroom first.” “You can do that when we get there,” Cynthia said. “I can’t stand this place any longer. Come on, let’s go.” She turned and started walking toward the exit. Lyle would have preferred to use the bathroom before leaving, but since Cynthia wouldn’t wait for him, and was inviting him somewhere with a bathroom and a party, he decided to follow her. The trip would be uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t last too long. Cynthia continued to tell stories as they left the bar and walked down the road. Lyle didn’t feel that he could contribute much to the conversation given how badly he needed to pee now, but Cynthia didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she seemed even warmer than she had been earlier. “I’m so glad to have met you!” she would often say, smiling broadly, and Lyle felt the same way about her. None of the hundred other students Lyle had met in the hallways and cafeteria over the past week had shown anything close to Cynthia’s vitality. He just wished Cynthia had been willing to wait the two minutes for him to find and use the bathroom at the bar; his need to pee was getting progressively worse as they walked, and the walk seemed like it was taking a long time. After making several more turns, Lyle asked Cynthia, as gently as he could, “How much farther are we going?” They were walking away from his room, so if it was much farther, he might have to forget about the party and head back to his residence to use the bathroom there. Maybe he could get Cynthia’s contact information and see if they could meet up some other time. “We’re about halfway there,” Cynthia responded. Halfway there. This evening was starting to feel like more than Lyle had signed up for, but after a quick assessment he decided that it was still worth staying the course. He would definitely need to use the bathroom as soon as they arrived, though. Cynthia became quieter, which was just as well because Lyle no longer felt able to absorb her stories. Lyle was breathing heavily now, frequently tensing and occasionally bobbing up and down. He worried that Cynthia might find his behaviour off-putting, but each time he looked at Cynthia she seemed to somehow be getting even more excited. This confused Lyle, since they were no longer socializing, but maybe Cynthia was looking forward to what awaited them at the end of this interminably long walk. Did one really have to go this far to get to a decent social venue? How difficult would it be to build a party house just across the parking lot from the academic buildings? Looking at how widely Cynthia was smiling by now, though, it occurred to Lyle that maybe there was a more central option, but the place they were going was better. That thought kept Lyle moving forward each time he considered giving up and heading back to his room. If he could even find it again after all the turns they had made. It was getting pretty bad, though. Lyle was starting to instinctively grab his penis to try to keep from peeing. Given how far Cynthia was taking them, why couldn’t she have waited for Lyle to use the bathroom before they left? She was still too enchanting for Lyle to ask that question out loud, but he didn’t think he could cope much longer, no matter how fantastic this place was. This wasn’t going to work. Lyle was going to have to pee behind one of the trees lining the road. Just as he was about to ask Cynthia to wait a moment for him to do so, though, they rounded a corner and a lit-up mansion came into view. A number of students were drinking and chatting in front of it, but as Lyle got closer, he could tell that most of the noise was coming from inside. Cynthia was walking directly toward the building, so clearly this was their destination. Finally, Lyle would be able to use the bathroom he’d been craving for what felt like an hour! The fact that he had also located the party he’d been seeking for the past week felt secondary at this point. He gave his penis a tight squeeze and then let go in order to appear presentable to the other guests. Cynthia walked up to the front door, opened it, and then invited Lyle to go in ahead of her. Lyle gratefully did so, but a few steps in, a female student blocking his path looked at him and said, “Who are you?” Unsure how to respond, Lyle turned back toward Cynthia as she came in behind him. “That’s Esther,” Cynthia told Lyle. “She’s working the door tonight.” Coming up beside Lyle and turning to face Esther, she said, “This is Lyle. We’re in a bit of a hurry.” She winked at Esther. Lyle didn’t understand the wink, but he was glad that Cynthia finally seemed to be showing a sense of urgency. He turned to face Esther once more. She now seemed to be examining Lyle more closely. Lyle tried to appear dignified in order to make a good first impression, but he really needed to pee now and wasn’t able to stand still. Had he blown his chance? Was he going to get kicked out? Or, worse, was Esther going to insist on thoroughly questioning him before even letting him use the bathroom? Esther smiled. Somehow, she seemed not merely satisfied but actually impressed. She turned to Cynthia and said, “Nicely done! Don’t let me slow you down any further.” She stepped aside and Cynthia walked past her. As Lyle started to follow, he saw Esther press a button on the wall. He realized it activated an audio panel when he heard Esther’s voice from speakers throughout the building saying, “We have a guest!” Lyle didn’t know what could possibly have impressed Esther enough about him to want to brag to the whole building, but this was not the time to try to figure that out. Cynthia had paused in the entrance hallway, and now that they seemed to have the run of the place, Lyle caught up with her and quietly asked, “Do you know where the bathroom is?” “I’ll take you there,” Cynthia answered. “This place is a bit of a maze.” She started walking again. As if the walk to the place hadn’t been long enough, Lyle now found himself following Cynthia through quite a number of intersecting hallways. Would this exercise never end? Was the bathroom he had waited so long for still not close at hand? He got excited when they approached a door, but when Cynthia opened it, Lyle saw that it led to yet another hallway. At the end of this hallway, they went up a short flight of steps, through another door, and then instead of walls on either side of them there were thick black curtains. A few steps later these curtains ended and the space opened up a bit, although there were other curtains farther away, and then finally Lyle saw a door with the symbol on it for the men’s bathroom. Now that Lyle could actually see the bathroom, he started running toward it, grabbing his penis again to try to hold on for just a few more seconds. As he ran, though, he could see people in his peripheral vision from other parts of this more open space running toward him. At the same time, a curtain that formed one edge of the space appeared to be opening. Well before Lyle reached the bathroom, he found himself surrounded by about five female students, on a stage, in front of a seated audience of about thirty people, who at a glance also appeared to all be female students. “Surprise!” the girls surrounding Lyle shouted gleefully. This unexpected delay, on top of all the waiting Lyle had already done, made his need feel even worse, and he tightened his grip on his penis and lifted a knee to squeeze his thighs together. Speaking quickly, he said, “Hi, I was just on my way to the bathroom. I’ll be out in a minute.” The girls maintained their blockade and seemed to be holding back laughter. Lyle turned to look for Cynthia and was surprised to see that she had actually kept up with him and was now part of the group surrounding him. Addressing the other girls, Cynthia said, “I’d like you all to meet Lyle.” “Great job!” one of the other girls said to Cynthia, seeming just as impressed as Esther had been. “I think this is our best one yet!” But the girls all continued to keep their positions, and Cynthia did not appear to be making any further effort to convince them to move. Lyle’s exasperation now outweighed his affection, and he said, “Cynthia, I wanted to use the bathroom at the bar. But you insisted on coming here first. The walk was a lot longer than I was expecting, and now I have to pee really badly. Could you please tell these people to let me past? We can do this live theatre thing when I get out.” “It’s true,” Cynthia told the other girls. “He’s been wanting to pee for a long time. He had a lot of drinks sitting by himself at the campus bar before I joined him and bought him several more.” Lyle didn’t remember telling Cynthia his drink count at any point, but that didn’t matter right now. Cynthia continued, “I didn’t give him a chance to use the bathroom before we left the bar. Instead, I told him he could use the one here. I guess I didn’t think about how long the walk would be, or the fact that you would set this ambush. How could I have been so thoughtless?” An excellent explanation, Lyle thought, relieved. He started to turn back around to see if they would clear a path for him. Before Cynthia was out of his field of vision, though, he saw her grin. Lyle froze. How had Cynthia known his approximate drink count? Had she been watching him since he arrived at the bar? As Lyle was wondering about this, one of the other girls said, “Wow, you’re good!” With horror, Lyle realized that Cynthia had not been defending him or apologizing. She had been bragging. This entire evening had been a setup. Lyle finished turning to face the bathroom and was no longer surprised to see that the others clearly had no intention of stepping aside. He tried to force his way past them, but he wasn’t able to overpower multiple people at once, and since they were surrounding him, he couldn’t dodge them either. Desperately trying not to wet his pants, Lyle started rhythmically squeezing and releasing his penis, alternating lifting each leg to squeeze his thighs together, and also alternately bending down at the waist and bobbing up and down at the knees. He wasn’t quite at the point of losing control, but he had no idea how long they would keep him trapped on this stage, and he had already waited far longer to use the bathroom than he ever would have chosen to. “Aww, look at his cute little pee dance,” one of the girls said. “He really is desperate! Cynthia brought us a real treat tonight!” A real treat? Lyle took a longer look at the seated audience and saw that many of them appeared to be masturbating. As predatory as the girls were being, a part of Lyle felt warm and fuzzy knowing that he was bringing them a rare level of enjoyment. He may have been meat, but at least he was tasty meat. He would not hold a grudge or seek disciplinary action when this was over. At the moment, though, he still hoped the girls would let him use the bathroom soon. For all of his emotional warmth, his condition was neither physically pleasant nor sustainable. “Come on, let me through!” he begged. “I can’t hold it much longer!” “Aww, are you going to wet your pants for us?” one of the girls teased. “Are you going to lose control and start peeing helplessly down your leg in front of everyone here?” “Let’s get his sandals off,” another girl suggested. “Keep them safe, at least.” She bent down slightly and unstrapped the sandal from the foot Lyle currently had lifted in his effort to hold his pee. Lyle didn’t bother trying to stop her as she removed the sandal and placed it on the floor behind her. He didn’t need sandals either to get to the bathroom or to enjoy the rest of the party. He would need them in order to get back to his residence, but he would also need a guide or a map, so if the girls were trying to kidnap him then he wouldn’t stop them by keeping his sandals. When Lyle instinctively switched legs in his pee dance, the girl closest to his other foot unstrapped and removed his remaining sandal and placed that one out of the way as well. One of the girls untucked Lyle’s shirt and slid her hand under it to caress his bare abdomen. “Mmm, such a full bladder,” she purred. “Maybe he really can’t wait much longer.” Smiling mischievously, she gave said bladder a squeeze, making Lyle jerk away. The girl laughed, as did at least some of the others, but their demeanor remained playful rather than cruel. When they were done laughing, Lyle felt another hand land on the front of his pants to find a part of his penis that his own clenched hand wasn’t already covering. The new hand originated behind Lyle; he turned his head to see that it belonged to Cynthia. Making eye contact with Lyle as she gently rubbed his penis through his pants, Cynthia said, “Is this poor penis anxious to release all those drinks you had at the bar? Does it desperately want to feel all of that liquid flowing out of your body? Is your frantic dancing and squeezing going to be enough to keep all of that pee from flowing out through this desperate penis and into your pants?” She removed her hand. Panting, Lyle turned his head away from her and made another unsuccessful attempt to escape in the direction of the bathroom. More girls slid their hands under the bottom of Lyle’s shirt, and this time they started tickling Lyle’s bare waist. While doing this, they also leaned in and started licking his neck. This was not what Lyle needed right now. He had to pee so badly and the tickling and licking felt like it was taking him right to the edge. He clenched his muscles as hard as he could. His penis was trembling. He knew that pretty soon his body would take over and he would start peeing right there into his pants no matter what he did to try to stop it. The girls kept up the tickling, but the licking didn’t last too long before they moved their heads back away from Lyle’s neck and started saying, “Psssss…” with smiles on their faces. Lyle stared at them with dread. This seemed to excite them; they started laughing again, all the while continuing their tickling as Lyle continued his frantic pee dance. Lyle made yet another attempt to push past them but was again pushed back. Was there anything special he had to say or do for them to let him use the bathroom? Or did he just have to wait for them to decide on their own that the time was right? His time was quickly running out, but he couldn’t think of anything to add to what he had already said. The girls already knew how badly Lyle needed to pee. That appeared to be the whole point of the exercise. Lyle could feel his control slipping away. This could not be happening. He was about to wet his pants at the first college party he had been able to find. He made one last vain attempt to elbow through, and then, in a panic, he turned to face Cynthia, who was laughing and tickling along with the others. “Cynthia,” he said breathlessly, “I’m about to start peeing, please tell these people to let me through now!” Cynthia’s laughter turned into a huge open-mouthed smile. She stopped tickling Lyle and gently cupped her hands around the back of Lyle’s head. Then she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Her tongue slid between his lips, then between his teeth and against Lyle’s own tongue. Cynthia slowly caressed all sides of Lyle’s tongue with hers while also caressing the back of his head with her hands. It felt amazing, but the warm moisture and gentle motion of Cynthia’s tongue and lips, along with the other girls’ continued tickling, made it impossible for Lyle to hold his bladder any longer and he felt himself starting to pee in his pants. There was no longer anything he could do to stop it, and as the bathroom was still half a stage away and he had made zero progress trying to get free of the ambush, it was clear that the struggle was over. Deciding that he might as well enjoy the kiss, he released his grip on his penis and embraced the back of Cynthia’s head with both hands. “Ooh, look, he’s peeing!” one of the girls said excitedly. “You really can’t hold it, can you?” another girl said. “You just have to pee so bad that there’s nothing left you can do to keep from peeing in your pants.” Cynthia continued to swirl her tongue around Lyle’s as Lyle continued to helplessly wet himself. The other girls eventually stopped their tickling, but that no longer made a difference; any control that Lyle might have had left was being taken away by Cynthia’s gentle tongue. Lyle could tell from Cynthia’s enthusiasm, though, that that was not the sole purpose of the kiss. Cynthia was hungry for Lyle, as one might be for an ice cream sundae. And she didn’t stop when Lyle finished peeing, nor did she cut the kiss any shorter than Lyle would have liked. In fact, in the end it was Lyle who first removed his hands and started to pull away. Cynthia actually pulled him back to continue the kiss a little bit longer, but when Lyle pulled away a second time, she let him go. While they had been kissing, the other girls onstage had all moved off to one side. Cynthia glanced at them, then looked back at Lyle and said, “This is my sorority. My sisters and I love college boys who desperately need to pee, and I have to say, you did not disappoint.” Addressing the audience in the seats, she said, “Let’s hear it for Lyle!” The audience gave a standing ovation. Looking at them, Lyle saw that they were all smiling, and some of them were licking their lips. Lyle was embarrassed to have wet his pants in front of so many other people, but they seemed to really appreciate it, so he managed to give them a bow – not a deep bow, but he hoped enough to be polite. After straightening back up, he took a moment to enjoy their excited expressions, then turned back to Cynthia for further guidance. Cynthia waited for the applause to die down, then gestured toward the bathroom and said to Lyle, “The bathroom over there has a shower, laundry machines, and clean towels and robes. You can throw your clothes in the washing machine, get cleaned up, and then put on a robe. Don’t start the washing machine yet; we want to wait until we have a full load. If you’re anxious to leave, you can wear the robe you pick back to your room and we’ll get your clean clothes back to you tomorrow; if you stay, we can get them back to you at the end of the night. It looks like someone’s left your sandals just outside the bathroom door; you can put them back on once you’re done cleaning up.” So they had a detailed and efficient clean-up plan. Lyle’s night wasn’t ruined by his wet pants. He was glad now that the girls had taken the trouble to save his sandals, since he imagined sandals would be more difficult to clean than clothes, and the pee had indeed reached his feet. Lyle took another look at the audience; they had sat back down but were still smiling and some appeared to have resumed masturbating. Then he turned toward the bathroom; the path was now clear, the girls who had been surrounding him still casually standing off to the side. “Go ahead,” Cynthia said encouragingly from behind Lyle. “We’ll mop the stage while you’re in there.” Cautiously, wary of more traps, Lyle started walking toward the bathroom. None of the girls moved to block him this time. Lyle gradually started to feel more at ease as he approached, then reached, the bathroom. He opened the door, entered, and then closed and locked the door behind him, all without any issues. Everything Cynthia had listed was laid out before him. The room was deeper than it was wide; two parallel walls extended away from the stage on either side of Lyle. Against the wall on Lyle’s left were first the laundry machines, then a transparent shower stall, then beyond that a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. The wall on Lyle’s right was covered with shelves holding various folded fabrics, which fit in with Cynthia’s mention of towels and robes. Since they were folded, it might have been another trick, but Lyle didn’t really care if he had to spend the rest of the party naked and wet. He found an empty spot on a nearby shelf, emptied his pockets onto it, then took off his clothes, put them in the washing machine, and entered the shower stall. He didn’t bother looking for a washcloth among the folded fabrics against the far wall; he found washcloths awkward to use and rarely bothered with them. There were a number of squeeze bottles on a shelf inside the stall, and at least one appeared to be the body wash Lyle would need to clean himself properly. He had his shower, then turned off the water and looked through the clear door of the stall at the shelves on the far wall. There were folded towels immediately across from the stall, and the room was narrow enough that Lyle could probably reach one without stepping out. The towels were all different colours; Lyle looked at them for a few seconds before settling on a beige one. He opened the stall door, grabbed his chosen towel, dried off, and then stepped out of the stall. He then wrapped the towel around himself and started to investigate the wall shelves more thoroughly. The section closest to the shower was filled with folded towels and washcloths; nothing in this section resembled a garment. Walking deeper into the bathroom, away from the door, however, Lyle found a section of thinner folded fabrics, also in a variety of colours and several with patterns on them. Were these the robes? Lyle picked a fabric with a design he liked, took it off the shelf, and unfolded it. It did indeed appear to be a garment of some kind. It wasn’t fluffy like a bathrobe, and it didn’t open at the front like a kimono; it was more like a long t-shirt, although it had pockets at the sides about halfway between the neck and the hem. Lyle put his head and arms through, then removed his towel and pulled the hem of the garment down. It easily covered his knees, but did not appear to be in danger of dragging on the floor. Lyle turned around to look at himself in the mirror. He had never worn such a garment before, but it looked like a reasonable thing to wear to a party: casual, but not sleepwear. Having reached the end of the room, Lyle turned back toward the door. The toilet was no longer useful to him, and he didn’t need the sink, having just showered, so he walked back to the front of the room. He put his towel in the washing machine as he didn’t see another receptacle for it and didn’t want to be carrying it around, and he retrieved the contents of his pants pockets from the shelf where he had left them and placed them in the pockets of his new robe. Then he unlocked the door and opened it to look back at the stage. The curtain had been closed, and a “Wet Floor” sign had been placed on the stage. Lyle’s sandals were still next to the door; he put them back on now that he was clean and dry. The girls from the “performance” were still there, chatting with each other off to the side. Despite what they had done earlier, Lyle didn’t feel particularly threatened by them, and the night was still young, so he made his way toward them. Cynthia, who was in the group, noticed Lyle approaching and turned to face him. “Are you done?” she asked, smiling pleasantly. “Yeah,” Lyle said. He closed the rest of the distance between them and then Cynthia gave him a tight hug. After a few seconds, Cynthia released the hug and asked, “Want to come check out our dance floor?” “Yeah, that sounds fun,” Lyle answered. “Great, let’s go!” Cynthia said. She led Lyle off stage, and the rest of the group went with them. Lyle was really looking forward to the rest of this party.
  24. From the album: Sketches & Ideas

    I think visiting this community inspires me to art, because after reading this post I had the urge to draw what I described on my comment! *chukles* So, thanks so much to folks for the inspiration! To who started the post as well as the others who commented and liked my post, y'all are awesome! As I was saying on the post, I think it's awesome and a turn on when someone says "please" like in this context, why? Well, cos this means that they aknowledge that things are out of their control, and they think their only hope it's to call the help of an force who is way more powerful than themselves, and who watches for their well being. And that's just so adorable! And the french talking it's always the coolest and sexiest part! 😄 Also, I like it cos I can relate in a deep level to this situation. When I've been really really desperate and I feel I'm loosing the hope to find a bathroom I've done this to God. And He haven't failed me cos I haven't went in my pants on public since that accident I had when I was 7. Oh and yeah, this is the character I was talking about on that post, heheh.
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