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Hi Omo Lovers! Presenting a new character for all of you. Please welcome Ms. Yana, the sexiest office lady who will go any lengths to hold her pee and act professionally. Releasing the story soon. . .

Here's another Love Live! story! This one was a massive commission by @Zenkopan with all 9 girls trapped at night in a venue where they have no access to the bathroom! It was a massive undertaking and I had a lot of fun juggling everything around, from the girl's different personalities to their differing levels of desperation, as well as how well they could hold it while desperate. Ultimately I think I did a pretty good job, so I hope you all enjoy! And if you're interested in a commission like this, feel free to DM me! Locked in the Venue Umi let out a sigh as she found herself struggling with the complicated stage costume she had been stuck in for the past hour. Around her, the other girls were also in various stages of undress as they similarly fought the convoluted idol outfits. All of them were exhausted and ready to call it a night from the busy day they had. It was the eve of one of their biggest live performances to date, and by some miracle they had managed to land one of the more prominent auditoriums in the region. All of them had been eager to hop on the occasion, especially since their previous plans had fallen through, literally. The roof of the previous venue they had planned on using had part of its roof collapse due to poor maintenance and water damage. Right as the girls were panicking and thinking they would have to cancel the live, Maki’s family jumped in and found them their current stage. It was a nice place too. Where the old place was pretty bare-bones, here the girls would have a full crew backing them up, as well people coordinating the stage effects and fancy lighting, and all the technical equipment. However, the upgrade came with a cost, and that was the weight and pressure of all the expectations. This live had to be perfect. So today, Umi had joined all the others in setting and coordinating everything ahead of time. They had spent the better part of the day getting the stage set up and in order, discussing how the concert would go with managers and technicians. Going through safety drills, testing equipment, and of course, rehearsing and rehearsing until their legs were sore. Most of the day they had spent in workout clothes. Stretchy, breathable, and easy to move around in. However, the last couple of rehearsals they had done in the uniforms they would be wearing on stage tomorrow. Mostly to make sure everyone could dance around comfortably enough despite the intricacy, and also to make sure there weren’t any impending wardrobe malfunctions, and that their microphones could be easily strung through and hidden by their outfits. But now it was late, and the venue was closing. So here they all were, changing out of their costumes and into more casual clothes. Umi found herself buttoning up a pink blouse with frilly sleeves, tucking it into a simple black skirt. She finished getting dressed and looked over to see Kotori zip up a frilled white skirt before slipping on a yellow t-shirt. Honoka, who was already dressed, joined them, wearing a tied orange tank top over a white shirt, and a pleated blue skirt. “Wow, today was crazy, wasn’t it? I’m exhausted,” she beamed, her excitement and energy contradicting her words, “I hope you’re ready for tomorrow!” “I’m so nervous,” Kotori admitted, “but I’m excited!” “Yeah, everything today makes it really feel overwhelming,” Umi acknowledged, “But we practiced as much as we can, and everyone worked really hard to make sure things go smoothly tomorrow.” The three made their way out of the changing rooms and waited for the rest of the group to catch up. It didn’t take long for Rin and Hanayo to follow, with Rin wearing a frilled yellow sundress and dark grey spats, and Hayano had a sleeveless blue v neck pulled over a white t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. “Hey you two!” Honoka smiled as the door to the dressing room closed behind them, “Excited for the big day tomorrow!” “Y-yeah,” Hanayo nodded, though it was clear she was a bundle of nerves from the tone of her voice. “My heart’s racing just thinking about it,” Rin spoke, placing a hand on her chest for emphasis, “But I think everything came out great. I really love the amazing outfits you made for us, Kotori!” “Thank you! It’s always a challenge making something stunning that’s also easy to move around in,” Kotori admitted, “Luckily, some of the staff here were able to help me make last-minute changes to make them more comfortable.” “The staff here are incredible, aren’t they?” The girls turned around to hear Eli coming out of the changing room next, with Nozomi close behind. Eli was wearing a dark blue blouse over a long sleeve white t-shirt, with a pair of tight-fitting khaki pants. Behind her, Nozomi stood smiling, wearing a low-cut black t-shirt with a constellation pattern across the front, and a long purple skirt that stopped just below the knees. “They’re very friendly, but it’s clear they care about making sure everything goes smoothly,” Nozomi added. “I don’t think we could’ve done anything like this without their help,” Umi agreed. “Yeah, all the technical stuff totally goes over my head,” Rin admitted. “It’s incredible they fit all the timing and stage effects to the dance routine we already came up with,” Eli nodded, crossing her arms, “Normally everyone’s coordinating that kind of stuff from the start. The fact that they were able to adapt is impressive.” Everyone continued to talk about how impressive the staff was for helping them put everything together, especially on such short notice, until finally Maki and Nico made their way out of the dressing room. “Sorry for taking so long,” Maki said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She was wearing a white blouse with a black blazer over it, and a matching pencil skirt with a red belt, “Someone was hogging the mirror to tie her hair up.” “Hey, you were the one who took forever to brush your hair afterwards,” Nico pointed out. She was wearing a light pink tank top over a white shirt, and a frilly pastel pink and orange skirt, “at least I didn’t need Eli’s help getting out of my stage costume.” “I didn’t want to rip the costume, which you nearly did trying to squirm out of it without undoing the straps!” “I did not almost rip it. It was fine!” “Hey, you two…” Honoka began, “Let’s get going now that we’re all here, we don’t want to hold up the staff.” “The staff was very friendly, we wouldn’t want to trouble them,” Nozomi agreed. Everyone nodded, and the girls made their way down the hallway towards the back entrance as a group. As they walked, they passed by a pair of staff bathrooms, and Umi felt the slightest of urges from her bladder. She paused, wondering if she should stop and go now while she had the chance, when Rin chimed in. “Hey, wait up, I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick!” “M-me too,” Hanayo chimed in, blushing. “The train ride back home will be about thirty minutes, so it’s probably a good idea for anyone who needs to go,” Eli pointed out. Umi was grateful people had spoken up. She was sure she could comfortably make it through a 30 minute train ride, but she figured if the opportunity was there, she’d take it. Maki and Eli also stepped towards the bathroom, as well as Kotori, who actually seemed a bit eager now that Umi was watching her closely. Umi was about to join them, when Rin reached for the door and heard the thud of the door being stopped short by a lock. “No luck, huh?” Maki asked. Rin tried again, but still the door wouldn’t budge. “Well, I guess that makes sense,” Kotori noted, “They were locking everything up, after all, since they’re closing.” “Rin, are you going to be alright?” Eli asked. Rin hesitated and glanced over to Hanayo, who flashed her a brief nod, and then nodded herself, “Yeah, I can hold it. I just figured I’d go while we were passing by!” Umi felt a twinge in her bladder now that she was denied her chance to go. She hadn’t even been thinking about it before, but now that she would have to wait through the train ride, her bladder was voicing its protests. Still, she didn’t have to go that badly, and it was easy enough for her to push the need to the back of her mind. The girls continued their way to the back where they caught one of the staff members waiting for them. She smiled at them politely, “You girls ready to leave?” “Yup!” Honoka smiled, leading the way out the door, “Alright, I looked up the way to the station earlier, so-” Honoka paused, reaching into her skirt pocket, then panicking and reaching into her bag. Umi immediately picked up that something was wrong. “Did you lose your phone somewhere?” “I could’ve sworn I had it while I was changing, but I can’t find it anywhere!” “Do you need to go back to the changing room to look for it?” The staff member asked. “Y-yeah, sorry, I didn’t want to hold you up!” Honoka apologized. “Maybe we should all go help you look,” Umi suggested, “I know you said you just had it, but knowing you, it might take us longer to find it.” “You do have a tendency to be clumsy at times,” Kotori agreed. “Hey!” “Sorry about this,” Maki turned to the staff member apologetically. “No worries! Actually, if you girls are just going back to look through the changing room, you can go back out through the front. This door back here will lock once I lock up, but the front doors only lock from the outside. That way you can take your time looking without worrying about keeping me waiting.” “Thank you very much, we’ll do that!” Honoka smiled. The staff member smiled, and once she ushered the girls back into the building, they heard the sound of her locking the back door from the other side. Nozomi turned to Honoka and nodded, “Well, let’s not waste any time and find your phone.” The girls all made their way back the way they came, and Umi cast a sideways glance toward the locked doors of the bathrooms once more. She also noticed Hanayo do the same, and realized the shy girl was particularly antsy. If she were to guess, Rin’s request to use the bathroom earlier was more for Hanayo than herself, and Hanayo seemed to need to go more than she was letting on. Umi also caught Kotori cast a longing glance that way as well, though it was only for a brief moment. Once they got there, all nine of them filed back into the room and Umi spoke up. “Let’s make this quick, I’ll try calling her,” Umi suggested. She reached for her phone and tapped Honoka’s contact. However, after her phone rang a couple of times, she heard the dreaded beeps of the signal failing to go through. Surprised, Umi looked down at her phone, only to notice she had no cell service for some reason. “Huh, my phone doesn’t have signal, anyone else want to try?” One by one, the girls all tried their phones, but sure enough, none of them seemed to be able to make the call. That threw a wrench into the works. They had hoped it would be a quick affair, simply popping in, finding Honoka’s phone immediately, and leaving. Now they had to look for the phone on their own, and Umi was even more worried this search would wind up being a longer ordeal. Even worse, given Hanayo’s restless shuffling, they were now up against the clock. Umi herself felt another slight nag from her bladder that she pushed to the back of her mind. “Well, we’re just going to have to look for it the old-fashioned way,” Umi sighed. The girls began scouring the room, searching high and low for Honoka’s phone. However, despite Honoka’s insistence that she had it when they were changing, a cursory search of the changing rooms turned up nothing. “Sorry,” Honoka apologized, “I was sure it was here!” “How about we split up?” Nozomi suggested, “I can go with Eli and Nico and we can search the halls, and Hanayo, Rin, and Maki can head back towards the stage area to see if you dropped it there.” “Yeah, and you can stay here with me and Kotori and we can keep looking here,” Umi agreed. “I’m good with that,” Maki nodded. “Sounds good, thank you,” Honoka forced a smile even as she slumped her shoulders. The three groups split up as Umi stayed with Kotori and Honoka, scouring the dressing room. They first checked where Honoka was changing, and then checked the stage outfits. Finally, they made their way to the rack of costumes and accessories. Every once in a while, Umi would make a sudden movement, or bend down, and receive a nagging signal from her bladder. It was still filling up, and she was beginning to think maybe them stopping by the restrooms at the train station would be necessary, especially considering how Hanayo was acting earlier. Umi also found herself glancing over at Kotori, and could immediately tell her friend also had to go to the bathroom. Perhaps it was from knowing her for so long, but Kotori’s movements were definitely stiff and somewhat uncomfortable, and whenever she wasn’t bent over looking for the phone, she was shifting her weight from foot to foot. Kotori wasn’t the kind of person to exhibit that kind of restless energy, so Umi was fairly certain she had to pee, and if it was this noticeable, then she probably had to go more than Umi did at this point Umi quickened the pace, continuing to rummage through the changing room along with the others. Finally, after going over the stage costumes yet again, this time being more thorough and patting each one down, Umi felt a rectangular lump in a fancy sailor’s jacket. She reached in and sure enough she found Honoka’s cell phone at the bottom of the surprisingly deep pocket. “Oh, hehehe, I was trying on the outfits earlier,” Honoka smiled sheepishly, scratching at the back of her head, “I must’ve slipped my phone into one of the pockets by mistake.” “Why would you be trying on one of these costumes?” Kotori asked. “I thought the staff told us not to touch them?” Umi frowned, crossing her arms. “Oh come on! I just wanted to see what it was like to be a swashbuckling pirate!” Honoka smiled. She slung the jacket over her shoulders once again, curled her finger into a hook shape and closed one of her eyes, “Arrr, ye scurvy dogs, I’ll make ye walk the plank!” Umi continued to glare at Honoka deadpan, though apparently Kotori had found it much more funny, and was stifling a laugh, squeezing her thighs together and holding her stomach she tried not to outright chuckle. “Anyway, we should get back to the others to let them know you found your phone,” Umi suggested. “Yes, let’s hurry,” Kotori agreed with some urgency. Umi glanced over at her and noticed her rubbing her thighs together as she stood in place. If Umi hadn’t been sure earlier, she definitely was now. Kotori had to pee. Now with their mission accomplished, the three made their way out of the dressing room, where they quickly encountered Eli, Nozomi, and Nico making their way out of a room down the hall. Waving, they got the third-year group’s attention, and the three made their way over to regroup. “We found it!” Honoka smiled, holding up her phone triumphantly. She didn’t seem eager to go into specifics of where they found it. “That’s good!” Nozomi smiled. “We checked down the halls, but all the doors are locked except for a storage closet, and what looked like a meeting room of some kind,” Nico replied. “Well, now that we found it, let’s head towards the front,” Eli suggested, “That’s where the others should be looking anyway, so we can meet them on the way there.” The six started making their way towards the front where the auditorium and the front entrance were, and were surprised when they found the first-years making their way back towards the changing rooms. Immediately, Umi could tell something was off. Maki was playing with her hair nervously, Hanayo looked even more antsy than before, and not even Rin was smiling. “Hey, we found Honoka’s phone!” Kotori smiled. “Great,” Rin beamed, though it was clear she was nervous, and she was shuffling back and forth in place. Perhaps it was because she had spoken up earlier, or maybe it was because Umi had been watching Kotori’s discomfort, but she wondered if Rin hadn’t just been asking to use the bathroom for Hanayo’s sake. “Did you girls finish checking the auditorium? That seemed quite short.” Nozomi asked, puzzled. “No, and we have a problem,” Maki frowned, “The doors to the auditorium, and the doors to the front hall towards the entrance, are locked.” “What?” Honoka asked, shocked, “But the staff member told us to go through the front.” “Well, the doors have electronic locks on them, maybe they lock automatically after a certain time,” Hanayo suggested. “If we can’t go through the front, then what are we going to do?” Eli asked, worried. “Does that mean we’re locked in here?” Kotori asked nervously. “Maybe we can still go out through the back?” Nico asked hopefully. Umi clearly remembered the staff member mentioning the back doors would be locked once she left, but if Maki and the others really had tried to get to the front and failed, then it would be their only way out. The group nervously made their way back down the halls towards the back exit and tried the handle, but predictably, the door wouldn’t budge. “Locked,” Honoka sighed, “Maybe there’s another way to the front?” As the group turned around once again, hoping to find another way to the front entrance, Umi’s eyes once again darted towards the locked bathroom doors. This time, however, she was getting nervous. She was starting to feel her bladder fill up, and while it was still more of a slight nagging than anything urgent, her mind went towards the immediate worst case scenario, that they had gotten locked in. Umi looked around at the other girls. Kotori was glancing around nervously and Umi could tell she was walking awkwardly from needing to pee. Hanayo was also shuffling along, looking worried as the group made their way down the hall, and Rin also cast a sidelong glance towards the locked doors. Eli and Maki also looked worried. Nico, Nozomi, and Honoka seemed the most relaxed, but all of them were hoping they’d find a way to the front. The girls tried the first and most logical option first, the main doors to the front hall. The first-years had already tried it, but there was no harm in giving it another go. As expected, however, the doors were definitely locked. The same was true for the doors to the auditorium, which would also lead out to the front. There was only one other hallway that branched off from the hallway that led from the front to the back, so naturally the girls tried there next.They all made their way down to the end, where another set of double doors sat. Honoka tried the doors, and they were met with another disheartening thud as the locked bolt held the door shut. “Well, I think we’re locked in,” Maki stated, letting out a sigh as she twirled her hair around her finger. “Oh no,” Kotori frowned, biting her lip. She shuffled in place as she began playing with the hem of her skirt, clearly trying not to squirm around too much, “What are we going to do? No one’s supposed to be here until morning!” “I guess we’re gonna have to wait out the night,” Nozomi frowned, “I hope we don’t get into too much trouble with the staff for this.” “Hey, it’s not our fault,” Nico frowned, “That staff lady told us we could just go out the front door.” “How are we going to get any rest for the performance tomorrow?” Eli asked worriedly. “I’m sorry, guys, this is all my fault,” Honoka frowned, slumping her shoulders. “No it’s not, you just lost your phone,” Umi reassured her, patting her on the shoulders, “And before we panic, let’s think things through. I know we couldn’t get a signal earlier, but let’s try calling again. Maybe someone can come by and let us out.” “Good idea! Papa gave me the number to the owner, so maybe he can help us,” Maki stated. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number, and everyone anxiously waited as her phone rang. Unfortunately, like before, the beeping sound of the call failing reached their ears, and Maki frowned as she checked her phone. “Still no good, I wonder why we can’t get a signal here?” “Here, we should double check,” Nozomi suggested. One by one, all the girls pulled out their phones, but once again none of them seemed to be able to make the call. They even tried multiple times, holding their phones up and moving around the hall to see if that made any difference. By the end, though, none of them were able to get through. Defeated, the girls wanted to slump onto the floor. “I don’t get it,” Nico frowned, “We’re in the middle of the city. It’s not like this is some kind of deadzone, right?” “Maybe the building uses a lot of soundproofing, and that’s messing with the signal?” Eli suggested. “It might have something to do with the wireless electronics they use here too, maybe they block outside signals to avoid interference?” Hanayo suggested. “Well, whatever the reason, it looks like we’re not going to be able to get a call out,” Umi noted, crossing her arms. “So, we’re stuck, then,” Maki pointed out, letting out a resigned sigh. “What are we going to do?” Honoka asked, worried. “Well, there’s nothing to do but wait,” Umi pointed out, “Our parents should notice eventually when we don’t make it home, and hopefully someone will come find us.” “Well, I don’t like the idea of waiting that long, but it’s not like we have another choice,” Eli pointed out. “We should make our way to the meeting room,” Nico suggested, “There’s not much in there, but it beats standing around in the hallway.” The girls nodded, and all of them started making their way back to the main hall. All the energy and enthusiasm had left the group, and the atmosphere was tense. Umi herself let out a sigh before she felt another nagging signal from her bladder, and pressed her legs together as she walked. She looked around at the others nervously, particularly Kotori, who continued to shuffle awkwardly with her thighs pressed together. She wasn’t the only one struggling. Hanayo was shuffling around, frowning nervously as she bobbed up and down on her legs. The two clearly had to pee. Umi was afraid that they wouldn’t be the only ones either. All day the girls had been rehearsing for the show tomorrow, and as such they had stayed plenty hydrated as they worked through the choreography time and time again. Umi hadn’t been keeping track of the other’s visits to the restrooms, but she knew she herself hadn’t gone since mid-afternoon. It was now late into the evening, so it had been quite some time since she had relieved herself. At the very least, she was pretty sure no one had gone to the bathroom for the last few hours while they were rehearsing. As their bladders slowly filled up while they were stuck here, would they be able to hold it until someone found them? Pushing that thought and her urge to the back of her mind, Umi followed the rest of the group back into the main hall. Nico led the way back down to the door leading into the meeting room. As she described, it was pretty barren. There was a projector and a rolled up screen on one side of the room, and a large table with plenty of chairs for all of them, but aside from that an a cart with some office supplies off to one side, and an outlet strip and some filing cabinets on the other, there wasn’t anything else in the room. Everyone sat down, letting out sighs as they rested their tired legs. All of them had gotten more than enough exercise for the day, and that wasn’t counting them running back and forth down the halls trying to find a way out of the building. No one really seemed to be in the talking mood, as everyone sat there silently, letting the reality that they really were locked in the back rooms of the auditorium. Rin laid her head down on the table and let out a long, dejected sigh before shuffling around restlessly. Kotori seemed to be relieved to be sitting down, and was restlessly fidgeting in her chair with a hand pressed against the front of her skirt as she sat. Hanayo looked stiff and uncomfortable, sitting and shuffling in her seat. Maki looked annoyed as her eyes darted around the room, looking over the others. Eli seemed unusually stiff and uncomfortable, and Nico was sitting with her arms crossed, fiddling with her phone. Umi sat with her thighs pressed together, trying not to focus on her filling bladder, even as the signals that she needed to pee came more frequently. She glanced over at Honoka, who seemed dejected, likely still blaming herself. Only Nozomi looked relaxed, but even then, there was a hint of worry on her face. Umi spotted movement across the table and glanced over at Hanayo again. The poor girl was really squirming and wriggling around now. She glanced over at Rin with urgent eyes and the two began exchanging glances. In reality, Hanayo was way worse off than she was letting on. While she was desperately trying to keep her shuffling to a minimum, her bladder was full to bursting, and she was definitely in some serious trouble. Under the table she had her hand firmly jammed against her crotch as she squeezed her legs as tightly as they’d allow. She had first felt the urge shortly before their final rehearsal, as she was getting changed into the complicated idol outfit Kotori had made for her. She didn’t want to hold everyone up, and she knew that getting caught on stage needing to pee was something idols had to deal with sometimes, so she was determined to see the rehearsals through to the end. It had been an easy decision to make when her bladder was only slightly nagging her, but the rehearsal had taken its toll, and trying to push back thoughts of her bladder steadily filling while singing and dancing flawlessly was way more than she had bargained for. By the time she was changing back into her normal clothes, Hayano was all too eager to make a dash to the bathroom. Rin had clearly picked up on her discomfort, and had chimed in for her so she wouldn’t have to speak up and ask the entire group to wait up for her. Of course, that was when they all learned the restrooms were locked, and that was before they spent a good deal of time searching for Honoka’s phone, and then realizing they were locked in. Now, she was desperate, and barely able to keep still. She glanced over at Rin pleadingly, and she mouthed, “Rin, what should I do? I really have to go!” “Hang in there! I’m sure we won’t be stuck in here all night. Besides, I have to pee too!” Rin wasn’t joking either. She had been holding it in for nearly as long as Hanayo, and she was starting to struggle. She had her thighs pressed together tightly, and was resisting the urge to jam her hands between her legs and grab her crotch. However, despite her needing to pee, it was clear Hanayo had to go worse. Rin was able to maintain some level of composure, whereas Hanayo’s swollen bladder wouldn’t let her sit still. “Seriously, Rin, I think I’m going to wet myself. I can’t hold it,” Hanayo mouthed urgently, her pleading eyes trying to convey the direness of her situation. “Okay, hold on,” Rin mouthed back, patting Hanayo on the shoulder gently. Rin then turned to the rest of the table and spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence in the room, “H-hey, uh, I really need to go to the bathroom. What am I supposed to do?” “That’s right, the bathrooms were locked, so we don’t exactly have a place to go,” Nico realized, crossing her arms. At that, all of the girls looked around at each other uncomfortably. In truth, it was more than just Hayano, Kotori, Rin, and Umi who were feeling the urge. Eli wasn’t giving anything away, but her bladder was getting pretty full, and she wasn’t looking forward to the idea of having to hold it until they were found. Nozomi pressed her thighs together. She had been holding it back as well, though she was much more confident in her ability to hold it until help arrived. Maki was trying to distract herself from her own full bladder by fiddling with her hair and thinking about the concert tomorrow, but her body’s signals were getting harder for her to ignore, and currently she had one leg crossed over the other and was leaning back slightly to take the pressure off. Nico looked relatively relaxed, but she too was feeling the effects of one too many water bottles and rehearsal sessions. Her bladder was starting to nag her that it was quite full, but with no other choice she resolved to simply wait quietly, trying to keep any fidgeting to a minimum. That left Honoka, and while she was hesitant to admit it, since it was her clumsiness from forgetting her phone that got the girls into this mess, she also had to pee quite urgently. All the running around and looking for her phone had taken its toll, and now with the knowledge they didn’t have access to the bathrooms, she was starting to get worried. That being said, no one seemed particularly eager to admit they had to go, so all the girls sat uncomfortably, in different stages of desperation. They were clearly struggling for something to say, when finally Maki chimed in. “Well, we know the staff bathrooms are locked, but maybe there’s another set of bathrooms that we can still get to?” “There’s only the two hallways, do you really think there’d be another bathroom so close to the main ones?” Kotori asked, hopefully but hesitantly. “Well, it’s worth checking,” Nozomi pointed out, “I mean, Rin aside, I’m sure we’ll all have to go sooner or later.” “Let’s go, then!” Rin jumped up before pausing to squeeze her thighs together. This gave Hanayo time to steel herself and stand up shakily next to her. Kotori was also eager to get up, as was Eli and Nozomi. Umi wasn’t particularly eager to get back on her feet so soon, but managing to find a bathroom would put her mind at ease. She got up too, and soon so did Maki and Nico. Honoka was the last to join, looking a bit shaky as she got to her feet. “Let’s split up again,” Honoka suggested, “One group can check around here, and another can go to the other hallway and start checking doors there. We can meet in the middle once we’ve checked them all.” The groups naturally divided into two, with Rin, Hanayo, Kotori, Eli, and Nozomi heading down the hall towards the back where the bathrooms were. It was possible they were thinking of trying the bathrooms again, especially considering that at least two among them already clearly had to go pretty bad. That left Umi to make her way with Honoka, Nico, and Maki towards the front. The first thing they did was check the front doors again, despite having checked them twice by now. Perhaps it was their filling bladders, but for Umi at least, she was at least hopeful they could get out of here entirely rather than being stuck. Once again, however, the doors were locked, and they began systematically checking the doors down the second hall. Maki reached for the first door and found it to be locked as well. Umi tried the next door, and it opened, but it just looked like a large room filled with large locked cabinets and filled with the hum of electronics. The group did reach in to see if there was another door leading elsewhere, but aside from a locked room marked “equipment”, there were no other doors out of the room. “This is bad, we’re really gonna be in trouble if we’re locked here without a bathroom,” Honoka pointed out. For the first time, Umi noticed her wriggling. “Yeah, we were all focusing on rehearsals, I don’t know when we all went last,” Maki nodded, playing with her hair awkwardly. She was standing a bit stiffly, but Umi had no way of knowing that her discomfort was more than just nerves. Internally, however, she was starting to really need to go, and she was fighting back the urge to press her thighs together and buckle her knees. “Well, I’ll be fine, holding it is something an idol is expected to do sometimes,” Nico boasted, giving no outward indication that she too was beginning to feel the urgent need to pee, “But I hope we find a bathroom, for the rest of you.” “Yeah, alright,” Maki crossed her arms, picking up on Nico’s boasting rather quickly, “Let’s just keep looking. The two lightly bickered as they made their way down the hall and checked the other two doors, meanwhile Umi felt her bladder send a desperate signal to her brain. Her urge spiked, and she was forced to press her thighs together and hobble after the other girls awkwardly, hoping the urge would pass. As much as everyone in their group had to go, it was even worse for the group that had split off to search the other hallway. The first thing they did was check the bathrooms yet again, with Hanayo desperately hoping the doors would open and she could get some relief. Unfortunately, it was the same story as before, with the bathroom doors locked. They also tried the back door yet again, but same as up front there was no change. They were still locked in. “Oh no, what are we going to do?” Hayano asked. The poor girl was in trouble by this point. Her voice was quivering and her legs were shaking, and despite Rin having been the one to speak up both times, it was clear that Hanayo was the one in desperate need of relief. “Let’s try to check the doors, there might be a bathroom or something we can use!” Kotori suggested. The words “or something” made all the girls stiffen slightly, but the possibility was there. Hanayo was bursting and Kotori herself was rubbing her knees together as she stood, clearly desperate herself. Rin herself was starting to fill up as well, and Eli was starting to feel her bladder press against the waistband of her pants. Nozomi was doing a good job hiding it, but her bladder was also filling rapidly, and she was definitely standing more stiff than normal. They too systematically made their way down the hallway, checking each door. There was the two rooms they already knew of, of course. There was the fitting room and the large conference room where they had gone before. However, all the other doors down the hall seemed to be locked, with a single exception. Kotori had opened a door to find a small closet filled with office and cleaning supplies, like paper, trash bags, and ironically enough toilet paper. Of course, not a single sink, or bucket could be found in the room, and none of the other rooms they had access to had anything remotely appropriate they could relieve themselves into. “No luck, then,” Nozomi frowned, as each of them grew more tense. They turned down the hall only to find Honoka’s group returning, also with long faces. “We didn’t find anything this way,” Honoka frowned, “Only a room with a bunch of electronic equipment, and a bunch of locked doors.” “Same,” Eli frowned, crossing her arms and shifting her weight uncomfortably from foot to foot, relaying that everything was still definitely locked and the only thing they managed to find was the small closet. “W-what are we going to do?” Rin asked, shuffling in place desperately. Hanayo beside her was trembling, and it was clear the poor girl didn’t have much time left. “Well, there’s nothing to it, we just have to hold it, no matter what,” Umi sighed, “Hopefully they’ll realize we’re missing sooner rather than later, and get here early.” “But…” Rin looked over at Hanayo, who gasped as she buried her hands between her legs. Hanayo bit her lip and blushed before blurting out, “I really have to pee! I’m seriously going to wet myself.” “W-what should she do?” “W-well,” Nozomi looked over at the closet they had found, “It’s not exactly a bathroom, but that closet over there is small and private enough. If you really can’t hold it, you might have to… go there.” “What? On the floor?” Eli asked, “There’s no way we can do that!” “Y-yeah,” Umi nodded, “It wouldn’t be proper to pee on the floor like that.” “I think that’s going to happen sooner rather than later, regardless of whether it’s on purpose,” Nozomi pointed out. Sure enough, Hanayo had both hands jammed between her legs, and she was shaking and dancing in place uncontrollably. Her legs were buckled and she could barely stand up straight, and her eyes were filled with tears. “Listen, Hanayo, let’s use the closet,” Rin suggested, “I really have to go too, and it’s better than wetting ourselves.” “Really? But what about the staff? They’ll have to clean it up if you two just make a mess in there,” Umi insisted. “It’s the staff’s fault we’re all locked in anyway,” Rin shot back, “Besides, we’re all gonna have to go sooner or later. If it was you, would you rather leave a puddle somewhere, or wet yourself?” “I would hold it!” Umi reaffirmed, even as she was acutely aware of her own bladder filling up. “I… I can’t hold it!” Hanayo exclaimed, rushing into the closet before there could be any more argument. While she hadn’t been doing the best job hiding her desperation from the others, the second the door closed she broke out into an all-out pee dance as she shimmied over to the corner of the room. She looked around, briefly considering where the best place to pee would be before deciding tucking into the corner was best. She struggled to get her shorts and light blue panties down, and she blushed when she realized the crotch of her underwear was already damp with pee. She hadn’t even fully squatted when the dams burst, and a hot spurting stream of pee splashed out onto the floor. Her tired muscles could barely restrain it at all before she fully squatted and relaxed, and almost immediately a strong torrent sprayed out of her. It splashed into the corner of the room, away from the shelves set up for supplies, and spattered onto the ground. She relaxed and felt her mind melt as the relief washed over her, but even as she peed, she was acutely aware she was not using a proper toilet. Her pee soaked into the carpeted floor, even as her puddle spread out between her legs. Her messy spray splashed dangerously close to her ankles where her shorts and panties were, and she leaned forwards and adjusted her position to keep them out of the line of fire. She could feel the powerful stream dribble down her butt and drip between her legs even as she continued to pee full force, and she knew that if she had tried to hold it in, she would’ve made even more of a mess of her pants. She peed for a good long while and finally her stream lost its power and began trickling out into a weak stream, splashing down onto the floor between her legs before stemming to a dribble, and then tapering off completely. She dripped a few more times like a leaky faucet before she finally tensed her muscles back up, and she could feel a dull ache in her bladder where she had earlier felt nothing but the intense pressure of her desperation. Hanayo stayed squatting there, mind in a haze for a few moments, as she took in her relief. Slowly but surely, the reality of what she had done sunk in, and she turned her attention to the puddle beneath her. She had really held it in until she was bursting, and the sizeable puddle she had let loose was a testament to that. It took up a good portion of the corner of the room she had decided to pee in, and likely would’ve spread even further if it hadn’t soaked into the carpeted floor beneath her. Realizing that her messy spray had left her crotch and legs in quite the state, Hanayo looked around and was relieved to find that one of the packs of toilet paper was open. She fished out a roll and grabbed a large wad. She bunched it up in her hands and carefully wiped herself dry, Trying to dab up all the dribbles that splashed onto her legs before wiping her crotch. It was only after she was left with a messy ball of used toilet paper that she realized she had a problem. This was not a proper bathroom, and she was short a toilet to toss her spent tissues into. She looked around for a waste basket or something to slip the wad into, but with no such thing in sight, she was forced to let it fall to the floor into her puddle and soak in. She hoped Rin wouldn’t notice or mention it when she followed in after her, and she wondered what the others would do if they eventually also resorted to using the closet. Pushing those embarrassing thoughts to the back of her mind, Hanayo pulled her panties and shorts back up, and slipped out of the room, blushing hard. Her eyes darted frantically to Rin, who was shuffling slightly as she waited patiently for her turn. She didn’t dare face anyone else, especially Umi and Eli, who had been the most opposed to resorting to the closet. “Better?” Rin asked, smiling. “Y-yeah,” Hayano played with her fingers awkwardly. “Hey, it’s okay, you really couldn’t hold it anymore!” Honoka chimed in, hugging her reassuringly. Thankfully, Eli and Umi knew when to hold their tongue, though from Umi crossing her arms and looking away it was clear she still didn’t approve. Rin drew attention to herself, no longer hiding her desperation as she shifted from foot to foot, rubbing her thighs together as she tugged at the front of her dress. “I gotta use the closet too, so don’t feel too bad!” Rin spoke up. She then turned around, quickly slipping into the closet before anyone else could argue. As soon as Rin entered the room, she doubled over and rammed her hands between her legs. She might’ve played it up a little, and she wasn’t as close to bursting as Hanayo had been, but her bladder was really full. Now that she was in here with the intention of peeing, her bladder was sending wave after wave of desperation, and Rin immediately set to shuffling over next to the puddle Hanayo made and slipping down her spats and panties underneath. She took a moment to admire the size of Hanayo’s puddle before taking position next to it and getting ready to go. Rather than squatting down, however, Rin hiked up her skirt and arched her back, thrusting her hips forwards as she reached down and parted her lower lips. She had some practice with peeing standing up, and she figured she could minimize her mess if she aimed to where the floor was already damp. With one last desperate signal from her bladder, she let loose, and began peeing in an arch. Her stream was neat and arched cleanly away from her, splashing a bit against the far wall before streaming down and splashing into Hanayo’s puddle. The saturated carpet had trouble soaking up the extra liquid, so rather than minimizing any mess, Rin’s pee quickly streamed out to the edges and began spreading the puddle further. Rin was forced to take an awkward step back as she peed, which messed with her clean stream and sent a messy arc once again splashing against the wall. Rin quickly adjusted and then focused on peeing. While not nearly as desperate as Hanayo had been, the relief washed over her like a warm tingle, and she was happy she had decided to go now rather than to hold it for who knows how long before someone found them all. Of course, thinking about them being found brought her mind back to the idea that she was peeing in a closet, and someone would eventually have to clean this up. Rin was suddenly self-conscious about the mess she was making. She watched the puddle expand and spread further out until it was nearly at her feet. The powerful flow hit the toilet paper Hanayo had dropped into the puddle, and watched it start to dissolve further as she relieved herself. Suddenly self-conscious, Rin’s stream tapered off, and she briefly considered stopping early, since she was no longer desperate and could easily hold the rest without being uncomfortable. However, the last thing she wanted was to have to use the closet again just because she hadn’t fully emptied herself out, especially if help wound up coming later rather than sooner. She quickly forced out the rest, her arch once again splashing messily against the wall with one final surge of pressure before it slowly faded into a dribble. Rin shook her hips to let the last drips fall from her crotch before reaching for the toilet paper Hanayo had used. She grabbed a few pieces and wiped herself off hastily before letting it fall into the puddle where Hanayo’s own wad had been. She watched it soak up the puddle and go soggy and transparent before she lowered her skirt and hiked her panties and spats back up. She took one final look at the puddle, now a combination of Hanayo’s and her own pee, and turned around, leaving her embarrassment and all thoughts of it behind. “Sorry,” she spoke as she emerged, “I needed that.” “Does anyone else need to go?” Nozomi asked, looking around. Everyone looked uncomfortable, but none of the other girls were ready to own up to their filling bladders just yet. Not even Kotori, who was doing a poor job hiding her obvious desperation. “Well, if we’re all done making a mess of the storage closet, I say we should head back to the room and wait. We’re not going to get anywhere checking the same locked doors and wishing there was a way out,” Umi replied, crossing her arms. “S-sorry,” Hanayo spoke, blushing. “Hey, we didn’t really have another option,” Rin pointed out. “Yeah, don’t give Hanayo a hard time, it was clear she was really desperate,” Maki spoke out too, standing up for her fellow first year. Umi dropped the issue, but was still clearly against the idea of using the closet. Everyone found themselves making their way back to the conference room, where at least they could all take a seat. Kotori was walking rather stiffly, and definitely shuffling back and forth out of desperation. Eli was walking more stiffly and less elegantly than she normally carried herself, and even Nozomi was starting to look a bit uncomfortable, pressing her thighs together as she walked. Honoka seemed a bit restless herself, and Maki was clearly starting to feel the effects of a full bladder, rubbing her abdomen as she walked. Nico looked calm, but she was shifting her weight from foot to foot, and she clearly had a nervous energy about her. Umi herself felt her bladder nagging her at this point, and it was becoming harder and harder for her to ignore that she now definitely had to pee. As they entered the conference room, Kotori was the first to sit down, immediately jamming her hands below the table and between her legs as she leaned forwards and tried not to look so obviously desperate. Maki sat down next to Nico, crossing her legs and playing with her hair as she swiveled in her chair back and forth restlessly. Nico was sitting stiffly, and while she refused to give anything away openly, she could feel her bladder starting to swell as it continued to fill, with no bathrooms in sight. Eli was careful with sitting down, pressing her thighs together as she lowered herself onto her seat. She was really starting to feel full. Nozomi looked more relaxed, but she let a hand wander to her lap as she rubbed her knees together. Honoka sat down next to Umi, shuffling her knees together restlessly as she bit her lip, and Umi herself resisted the urge to squirm as well as she pressed her thighs together and ignored the desperate urges from her own bladder. Only Hanayo and Rin looked comfortable, but even then, both of them had an air of discomfort and embarrassment, likely from having to resort to using the closet. “W-well,” Honoka spoke up, hoping to stave off any awkward silences before they were able to form, “What should we do now? I mean, aside from waiting here until someone realizes we’re locked in.” “Well, we can always play a card game,” Nozomi suggested, “I always bring my cards with me. A normal deck, as well as my tarot cards, naturally.” Umi wasn’t really in the mood for a card game, but anything that could get everyone’s minds off of the situation they were in, as well as their filling bladders, was a blessing. Everyone else seemed to be in agreement as well. “What should we play?” Honoka asked, leaning in. “Well, it’d have to be a game where all of us can play,” Nico pointed out. “Hmm, what about Bullshit? I do have 2 decks here,” Nozomi suggested. “What’s that?” Rin asked, “How do you play?” “I shuffle the decks together and deal all the cards out to everyone,” Nozomi began, “Then we take turns putting the cards down in order. We can put down as many cards of the same rank as we want. So for instance, if I’m starting with aces, and I have 3 aces in my hand, I can put down all 3. Then the next person puts down twos, and it goes from there. The first person to empty their hand wins.” “But isn’t that just putting cards down in order?” Honoka asked. Maki frowned, “That means whoever wins is down to what you were dealt at the start of the game.” “No, see, that’s the catch,” Nozomi explained, “You can cheat. If you don’t have the card you’re supposed to put down, or if you want to try to get rid of cards faster, you can put down cards that aren’t the number you’re supposed to. If it’s my turn and I’m supposed to put down a jack, but I don’t have any jacks, I can put down any card and call it a jack. Or if I have one jack but I want to get rid of the cards in my hand faster, I can slip in another card that’s not a jack. The catch is that anyone can call out someone with ‘bullshit’ if they think the other person is lying. If you’re caught lying, you have to pick up the entire pile on the table. However, if you’re telling the truth, the person who called you has to pick it up instead.” “I think I understand,” Hanayo nodded. “It sounds fun,” Nico smiled. “I’ll give it a try,” Kotori chimed in. Soon, Nozomi was dealing cards to everyone at the table, and everyone was more than eager to get started, if only to get their minds off their filling bladders. Once everyone was dealt in, Umi looked over her hand, trying to focus on the cards even as she felt another desperate signal shoot through her as she leaned forwards. “I’ll start with 2 aces,” Nozomi began, placing two cards face-down in the center of the table. She turned to Eli next to her, who was distracted as she shuffled in place. She reached up and pulled 3 cards out of her hand somewhat blankly and tossed them onto the table next. “3 twos.” Kotori was next up, and stood up to place two cards onto the table. As she did so, she winced and froze, squeezing her thighs together as she fought back a wave of desperation. She regained composure enough to place her cards down, letting out a strained “2 threes.” before sitting back down, with one hand immediately disappearing under the table as she held herself. It was Maki next, and she quickly placed down four cards onto the pile, “4 fours.” “No way, that was way too quick,” Nico called out, shooting up, “Bullshit.” Maki calmly stood back up and flipped over 4 fours, and Nico crossed her arms, “there’s no way, that’s half the fours in the game.” “I got lucky,” Maki shrugged, “Anyway, pick ‘em up.” Nico grumbled as she picked up the pile, and then put two cards down on the freshly cleared table. “2 fives.” As the game progressed, Umi found herself being less focused on the actual game, and more focused on everyone’s movements. While they were engrossed in the game, it was clear that everyone was getting uncomfortable. Umi was starting to feel bad for Kotori, who was looking about as desperate as Hanayo had before she gave in and used the closet. Next to her, Honoka was also restless, a hand between her legs as she squirmed in her seat. Umi’s own bladder was filling up alarmingly quickly, and while thankfully she wasn’t quite desperate yet, it was getting harder and harder to ignore her need to pee. She rubbed her knees together as she tried to find a comfortable position on the chair, and tried to focus on her cards as she watched the others. Eli was also getting quite restless, one leg crossed over the other as she rocked back and forth slightly. She wasn’t going to openly admit it, but her bladder was getting quite full, and she definitely needed to pee. Nozomi next to her was in better shape, but even for her she could feel her bladder start to bulge out. Maki was sitting stiffly, trying to focus on the game even as her bladder kept sending urgent signals of its fullness. Her fancier dress clothes were doing little to help as she could feel the waistband of her skirt digging into her abdomen. She rubbed her filling bladder with one hand and bit her lip before once again trying to look over her cards and push her urgent need to the back of her mind. Nico was doing a good job of hiding it, but she was starting to get worried herself. She was restless, swiveling the chair back and forth desperately as she clamped her thighs together. She could feel her full bladder sitting like a rock in her abdomen, even as she continued to fill up. She was trying not to fidget too much as she felt her bladder nag her, but if they weren’t found soon, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide her need much longer. “5 sevens,” Honoka called out from beside Umi, placing 5 cards down on the pile. “Honoka, you’re eights,” Umi pointed out. “Oh, right, uh… 5 eights?” Honoka fixed without even picking up the cards. A transparent lie. “Bullshit,” Umi immediately called. Remarkably enough, Honoka had actually put down 5 sevens, but unfortunately because she was supposed to put down eights, she was forced to pick up the pile. “That was so obvious!” Nico called. “I guess I got distracted,” Honoka replied, shuffling in place as she fished up the cards on the table, “I knew I couldn’t get away with it, but I didn’t have any eights anyway, so…” Honoka laughed at herself before suddenly freezing. She stiffened up and jammed her free hand between her legs as she doubled over the table. She had been hit with a rather powerful wave of desperation, and wasn’t entirely able to stave it off. She felt a spurt of pee leak into her panties, and she clamped down on her crotch as she tried to fight off another leak. Luckily, she managed to regain control, but her bladder was still full to bursting, and she was crossing over into desperate territory. “Uh, guys,” she spoke up, “Give me a few moments, I think I’m going to use the closet.” “What?” Umi asked incredulously, “Not you too!” “Sorry, Umi, but I really gotta go, and we have no idea how long we’re going to be stuck here. Besides, it’s already dirty and needs to be cleaned up anyway.” “But it’s not proper! And you’d still be making more work for them!” Umi chided. “Umi’s right, we shouldn’t go around messing up the closet like that!” Eli agreed firmly, “I mean, Maki’s parents got us this venue, we should be respectful of that.” “I mean, it’s also the venue staff that got us locked in here. Though, I’m not too crazy about all of us just… going on the floor like that. Though I guess if you really can’t hold it…” Maki replied. She looked and sounded relatively calm, but her restless legs and her nervously playing with her hair belied her own growing urge. “Honoka, even Kotori’s trying to hold it in,” Umi pointed out, “Come on, you’re not that desperate, are you?” “H-hey, I’m f-fine!” Kotori tried, despite her desperation being written all over her face. She could barely sit still in her chair, so Umi wasn’t buying it. “Don’t drag Kotori into it, we’re all doing our best here,” Honoka argued, “I really gotta go, and going in the closet would be better than making another separate mess here if I wet myself.” “That’s true, me and Hanayo already went, so there’s no reason not to.” Rin pointed out. Umi crossed her arms, even as she stood there battling with her own bladder, but it seemed like she wasn’t going to win this one. She sighed and turned away from Honoka, who rushed out of the room as soon as possible. Once Honoka was out of the meeting room, she jammed her hands between her legs and hobbled desperately towards the closet. She entered the room and was immediately hit by the smell of urine as she spotted the large puddle both Hanayo and Rin had contributed to. As soon as she saw it, her bladder sent a desperate signal shooting through her, and she buckled her legs as she let another involuntary leak out into her panties. She clamped down and tried to stem the flow, but still let out a few more dribbles before finally regaining control. Honoka walked over to the edge of the puddle, which was now closer to the other corner of the room since it had spread so far. She slipped her hands under her skirt as she danced in place, and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. Honoka squatted as she pulled them down, and almost immediately she let out a spurt onto the carpet below. Letting out a moan, she relaxed and started peeing openly onto the floor, grateful to finally get some relief. Honoka’s piss splashed out of her in a clean stream and she could hear a faint hissing as it struck the carpet below her. It soaked into the carpet and began pooling quickly, and Honoka found herself watching her puddle grow and spread out as she let out another relieved sigh. She could feel her bladder empty itself of all the pent up pee she had been holding in, and she felt waves of relief wash up her spine and shoulders as her tensed muscles all relaxed. As she sat there peeing, she looked at the puddles Rin and Hanayo made, and noticed that there was a bit of spray that had splashed up to wet the wall. She was surprised to see that one of them had managed that. She briefly stopped her flow, shuffling and adjusting herself, and pushed out as she peed again, trying to arch her stream to see if she could hit the wall too. Her stream sprayed out of her, arching somewhat and splashing onto the trim lining the bottom of the wall, but she couldn’t manage to get it any higher no matter how far forwards she adjusted herself. She tried again and again to reach at least a little higher, her arch wavering and splashing as she held up and built up pressure before trying to push it out forcefully. All she managed, though, was making more of a mess as each wave of pee sprayed out of her in messy spurts, and she could feel them drip down her butt. Eventually, Honoka gave up, simply finishing up peeing and standing up. She wiped herself off, making sure to wipe the sprays and dribbles she had got on her legs from her attempts, and as she stood there, she realized that it had probably been Rin peeing standing up that made the splash mark on the wall. Feeling a little dumb, but still very relieved, Honoka grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and cleaned herself up before realizing she needed more for the messy drips down her ass and thighs. She went back in for more as she tried to dab it all up, and wound up needing to go back to the roll a few more times before she was finally cleaned up. She let her abundance of spent toilet paper fall onto the floor by her feet, watching as it slowly started soaking up the puddle. She also noticed a messy wad of toilet paper nearby, and wondered retroactively if she should’ve put her own used toilet paper in the pile instead, but it was too late to do anything about it now. Honoka then tried to pull up her panties, only to feel an icky dampness from her leaks into the fabric, as well as them getting caught up in her attempts to arch her stream. She had heard that wearing wet panties was bad for you, and she really didn’t feel like dealing with the uncomfortable feeling of wet fabric pressing against her crotch, so she slipped them off and over both of her feet before scrunching them up. She looked around for a place to hide them, and carefully tucked them underneath one of the shelves against the back wall. Maybe I can grab them discreetly on the way out. Or maybe I should just leave them here. I wonder how long it would take anyone to find them? Honoka shook her head at the thought and slipped back out of the closet before making her way back to the meeting room. She avoided Umi’s gaze as she looked around the room. The game seemed to have paused since she left, and so all the girls were waiting anxiously for her to return. Kotori was sitting stiffly in her seat, stark upright as she had both hands jammed between her legs. Under the table her knees were rubbing together restlessly, and beads of sweat were pooling on her forehead from her effort of containing her flood. Nico was shifting in her seat as her leg bounced up and down nervously. She was trying not to give anything away from her expression, but she was squeezing her thighs together tightly as she rubbed her abdomen with her hand. She could feel her bladder swelling out against her waistband as it became increasingly difficult to ignore it. Eli was starting to rock back and forth in her seat, biting her lip as she ignored the signals from her full bladder. She was rubbing her thigh with her hand, fighting the urge to outright jam her hand between her legs desperately. Nozomi next to her was playing with the hem of her skirt nervously, squeezing her thighs together as she shifted her weight around. Maki was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, shaking it restlessly as she checked her phone idly. She tried to take her mind off her bladder, but every time she pushed the urge to the back of her mind, it surged back and she was forced to clench and squeeze to avoid leaking. It was also harder for her to discreetly jam her hand between her legs, due to her tight-fitting dress skirt, so she was rubbing her abdomen instead. Finally, Umi, despite being insistent on them all holding it, was definitely feeling the effects of her full bladder. She could feel her skirt’s waistband put pressure on her bladder as it swelled out, and she was shuffling back and forth in her seat, trying to be discreet as she pushed the nagging waves of pressure to the back of her mind. Honoka sat back down, smiling, “Sorry about that, everyone. Let’s pick up where we left off.” The game continued, but it was clear that some people were more invested in others. Rin, Hanayo, and now Honoka, all with their empty bladders, were fully involved, keeping track of the numbers, trying to figure out who was lying, trying to get away with clever plays. Maki and Nozomi also seemed pretty invested, despite their obvious discomfort, and Kotori, despite her clear desperation, was focusing on the game, in part to take her mind off of her overfilled bladder. On the other hand, Umi was focused, but her mind kept being torn back to her discomfort as her bladder continued to nag her of its fullness. She could feel it sitting like a rock in her abdomen and no matter how much she shuffled or shifted positions, she still felt the pressure as she held back more and more pee. Eli seemed equally distracted, zoning out as she squirmed and shifted in her seat, and constantly asking what number she was on when her turn came up. Nico, as well, seemed checked out of the game. Her turn came up, and she looked up at the table. “Uh, what round is this?” “You’re threes,” Maki pointed out. Nico swiveled back and forth in her chair as she looked over her hand, then quickly slapped a card on the table. “1 three.” “Bullshit,” Rin immediately called. “W-what?” Nico asked, “How did you know?” “Because I have 3 threes and we’ve put down the rest,” Rin pointed out, “So that can’t be a three.” Rin flipped the card over, and sure enough, it wasn’t a 3. Nico wound up scooping up the pile and grumbled. As she was adjusting all her new cards, she felt a sharp wave shoot through her, and she quickly jammed one of her hands between her legs desperately. She felt a sharp wave wash over her, and for a second she was worried she would leak, but she managed to contain it, just barely. “You okay?” Maki asked, somewhat teasingly. “O-of course I’m okay!” Nico snapped back, even though it was clear she was holding it, “What about you, you’ve been restless lately.” “I’m fine,” Maki replied. “Are you sure?” Nico asked, crossing her arms. Nico poked Maki in the abdomen and Maki let out a gasp, jamming her hand up her skirt and squeezing her thighs together tightly. She panted as she tried not to leak, and shot Nico a death glare as Nico laughed. “Ha, I knew it! You gotta pee too, don’t you?” “Y-yeah, but I can still hold it,” Maki replied, her face turning red from embarrassment, “B-besides, I’m pretty sure we all need to go at this point. Except for Rin, Hanayo, and Honoka, of course.” “I don’t need to go!” Nico bragged. Maki pressed on Nico’s bladder in return, and she doubled over, raising a leg up on her chair and jamming her heel against her crotch to hold it. She glared back at Maki, who was smirking at her smugly. “What was that about not needing to go?” “Come on, you two,” Honoka frowned, “This is a stressful situation for all of us, we don’t need you two fighting.” “Says the one who already went,” Umi interjected, crossing her arms over the table. “Everyone, please,” Nozomi chimed in, “We’re all doing our best to hold it, and if we can’t anymore, we have the closet. Let’s just try to have some fun while we wait for someone to come get us.” “What if no one comes,” Eli asked, “What if we’re stuck in here all night?” The room suddenly fell silent. None of the girls wanted to acknowledge that as a possibility. Not only were most of them still holding it, trying to last until someone came and got them, but even if they all gave in and used the closet, there was only so much room before the whole closet was flooded. Not to mention they wouldn’t get any sleep, and would likely wind up in a miserable state for what was the biggest concert of their careers as idols. Eli seemed to realize her mistake, and she bowed her head in apology, “S-sorry, I’m just stressed and I really need to go too. I shouldn’t have just blurted it out like that.” “But you’re not wrong, we have to consider being stuck here all night,” Umi pointed out. “But then, what are we going to do?” Kotori asked, “It’s one thing if it’s only a bit longer, but if we’re all trapped here overnight…” Kotori wriggled around desperately as she trailed off, and her unspoken words were not lost on the others. Nico stood up suddenly, a decision she immediately regretted as she jammed her hands between her legs, “W-we should check again for something. There must be something we missed, even if it’s just a sink somewhere, or a container…” “We already checked everywhere,” Maki pointed out, “Besides, how is a container any better than the closet?” “A-at least we won’t be leaving a puddle somewhere!” Nico shot back. “If you want to check, be my guest. I don’t really want to do much walking around in this state,” Maki admitted, squeezing her thighs together. “I agree with Nico,” Umi got up, “I don’t think we should look for a container or a sink, but we might have overlooked another bathroom somewhere, or maybe we can at least find the key to the locked ones.” “I think that’s a little optimistic,” Kotori replied, even though it seemed she would benefit the most from a miracle like that. I’m good to help search, considering I already went,” Rin chimed in, “It’ll help you guys to have someone with an empty bladder to help look around.” “I’m going too,” Eli chimed in, “I know we’ve already looked a bunch, but in this state, triple-checking wouldn’t hurt.” “Anyone else want to come search?” Nico asked. “I don’t think I can manage that right now,” Kotori admitted. “I’m with Maki as well, I don’t want to be moving around too much like this,” Nozomi agreed, crossing her legs as she nursed her own full bladder. “Well then, you guys can stay here and play cards or whatever. We’ll go search. But if we find somewhere to go, we’re using it first,” Nico announced boldly. The search group shuffled out into the hallway as Nozomi began separating the decks and reshuffling, now that there were less players in the game. Out in the hallway, everyone but Rin was shuffling back and forth desperately. Eli had her arms crossed and was rocking back and forth with her legs crossed. Nico was shifting her weight from foot to foot as she bit her lip and looked around, wondering where to start. Umi was starting to bounce as she could feel her bladder pressing out against the hem of her skirt, and was really starting to worry about how full it was getting. If they didn’t find anything or get rescued soon, she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to hold it. “Where should we begin?” Rin asked. “I don’t know,” Nico admitted, “I mean, we could start at the front again and work our way back.” “The problem is we’ve already looked, so we have to search more thoroughly to find something we hadn’t before,” Eli pointed out. “Why don’t we check the fitting room?” Umi asked, “It’s pretty big and there’s a lot of stuff in there. Besides, when we checked it earlier, we were really only looking for Honoka’s phone.” The entire group agreed and hobbled down the hall back to the dressing room. It was a rather large area with racks upon racks of costumes towards the front, a mirror and a makeup stand off to one side, and a set of lockers behind a privacy wall towards the back. Rin immediately began rummaging around the racks of clothes, and Nico hopped from foot to foot as she moved some of the rolling racks of clothes to check behind them. Umi didn’t think they’d find much towards the front, so she quickly made her way back towards the lockers, and Eli accompanied her. The first thing she checked for was a toilet tucked away somewhere towards the back, like one might find in a school locker room. Unfortunately, she came up empty. She turned to Eli, who was checking the lockers, but she paused, doubling over and discretely jamming a hand between her legs. As she bent forwards, Umi could see a small wet spot on her pants near her crotch which was mostly hidden between her legs. The sight made Umi rub her own abdomen, and she could feel her bulging bladder send signals of desperation through her. She bit her lip, and continued, desperately hoping that maybe a key to one of the locked rooms was tucked away in one of the opened lockers somewhere. It wasn’t long before Umi and Eli had checked every locker, struggling with the ones lower to the ground. Umi even thought she would leak when she went to bend over to check the last few, but she was just barely able to hold it. She looked up at Eli, who was doing more desperate dancing than searching, and the two shook their heads. Just as they did so, Nico rushed to the back, hopping from foot to foot with both hands between her legs, “Please tell me you guys found something?” “No, sorry,” Umi replied. “Ah! Oh no,” Nico doubled over as she buckled her knees, “I… I really have to go. I think I’m seriously going to wet myself here.” “A-are, are you going to use the closet?” Eli asked. Umi looked over, appalled. She thought Eli was on her side with not using the closet, but she was even asking Nico if she was going to use it. Sure, it wasn’t a full-on suggestion, but Umi thought she would take a firmer stance on it. “I…” Nico paused, clearly thinking about it. “You can’t, that’s not a very idol-like thing to do, I’d have thought you of all people would be opposed to it,” Umi crossed her arms. “It’s not like I want to! But really, I can’t hold it. Leaking in my panties isn’t very idol-like either, but I’m really bursting here!” Nico pushed back. “Listen, if you really gotta go, you should go,” Rin encouraged, “It’s better than wetting yourself.” “You can’t! Keep holding it,” Umi encouraged. “I don’t think you should go either,” Eli backed up Umi, but she was clearly less forceful about it as she had been before. “I…” Nico stood there, dancing desperately as she bit her lip, then her eyes widened. She doubled over and jammed both hands between her crotch, clamping down hard enough to turn her knuckles white, “I’m at my limit, I have to pee right now!” She took off, stumbling quickly out of the fitting room and down the hall towards the closet. She was panting and holding herself desperately as she pried the door open and was immediately hit with the smell of pee from the puddle still lingering there. Nico glanced around the room quickly and hobbled over to the edge of the puddle. She barely had enough time to hike her skirt up and shift her panties out of the way before she exploded. A messy, splashing stream burst out of her and dripped down her legs as she stood there. Nico didn’t even have time to squat down as the forceful spray gushed out of her. She could feel her swollen bladder ache and shudder as it pushed out all the pent up pee she had been holding in. She couldn’t help but throw her head back and moan as she continued to release the flood. Her forceful stream struck the excessive wad of toilet paper that Honoka had discarded, soaking it through thoroughly and muffling the sound of her splashing before it slowly soaked through and started to dissolve. Splashes dripped down her legs and onto her shoes, and she could feel the hand holding her panties out of the way being sprayed with droplets. Her stream was like a burst pipe spraying hot urine onto the floor. Nico looked down and watched as her puddle spread out, no longer restrained by the toilet paper, mixing with the other puddle and settling into the corner. Now the carpet along the entire back wall was soaked in pee. It felt like she just kept peeing, even as she could feel relief overtake the aching pressure in her abdomen. She felt her bladder shrink as even as her stream continued unabated. Eventually, however, the pressure waned, and Nico was forced to shift herself forwards so she wasn’t just dribbling between her legs. Finally she finished, and she stood there and let herself drip a bit before her relief was replaced with embarrassment. Not only had Nico nearly wet herself, but her impromptu attempt to pee standing up had left her legs and shoes in a sorry state. She had dribbled a lot into her panties, and the hand she had held them back with was sopping wet in her own pee. Nico reached for the toilet paper, taking a small amount and folding it up neatly. She tried to clean herself up as best as possible with that small amount, but it was clear she would need more. Wanting to keep her mess discreet, she discarded it off to the side away from where Honoka’s now pulpy wad of paper sat, utterly soaked in pee. Nico then reached for another neatly folded strip, and another, and by the time she was done she had used quite a bit. Embarrassed, she realized she had created a pretty large pile herself, which was slowly soaking into the ever-growing puddle. She then exited the room and blushed as her shoes audibly squeaked as she stepped back out into the tiled hall. She saw the search group had moved on further down the hall, and she caught back up with them. “Sorry about that, I nearly wet myself there,” Nico blurted out before blushing again, “Uh, please don’t mention that to the others.” “No worries,” Rin beamed. Nico looked to Umi and Eli, who had been against using the closet, but it seemed that only Umi seemed upset by her actions. Eli simply shot her a sympathetic look and nodded, “We’re all in a difficult position here. Now, let’s hope we find something that can remedy that.” As the four continued on their search, the rest of the idols were crowded around the table, trying to focus on the game of cards. Naturally, Hanayo and Honoka were sitting comfortably and getting full into the game, but it was clear that Kotori was barely paying attention. She was sitting stark upright, barely fidgeting anymore, as she squeezed her thighs together. Across the table, Maki nursed her swollen bladder, feeling it bulge out against her tight dress. She reached down and unzipped the zipper discreetly to give herself just a bit more room, but the pressure this relieved was only a mild comfort. Nozomi was more focused on the game, but she was using it as a distraction even as she rubbed her knees together restlessly. All three of them were growing increasingly more desperate, and in the back of Nozomi’s mind, she sincerely hoped that the other group managed to find something, even if a bathroom seemed a bit too optimistic to hope for. “5 Queens,” Kotori spoke, placing 5 cards down on the table. “Bullshit,” Honoka called immediately, “There aren’t even 5 queens in the game, we’re only playing with one deck, remember?” “It could be the Joker,” Nozomi pointed out. “It’s not,” Kotori admitted, flipping over the cards, and revealing that only two of them had been queens. “That was a terrible lie,” Maki pointed out. “S-sorry,” Kotori replied, forcing a smile even as she squirmed and struggled. Honoka frowned and looked over at her, and was surprised to see Kotori nursing a bulging bladder so big, she could see it even through Kotori’s blouse. “Kotori, are you okay?” Honoka asked, “I mean, aside from…” “I’m fine,” Kotori reassured her, smiling. Even so, Honoka could see a sheen on Kotori’s forehead, and it was clear from how much she was squirming that the poor girl was beyond desperate. Maki sighed, crossing her legs and placing her hand down on the table, face down, “Are any of us even paying attention to the game anymore? I mean, aside from you two.” Maki motioned to both Honoka and Hanayo, the latter of whom blurted out, “S-sorry.” “No, it’s not your fault that you wound up going,” Maki shook her head, “I just mean I have to go so bad I can barely focus.” “Maybe we should go and check if the others turned up anything?” Hanayo asked. “Should we help them search?” Honoka chimed in, “Maybe it’ll go faster if we split up like earlier.” “Be my guest, but I really don’t know how much more I can hold it if we’re all moving around,” Maki admitted calmly. Honoka turned to Kotori, but she looked like she might wet herself if she even stood up, let alone walked around. “I can go with you-” Nozomi stood up carefully as she spoke, but her offer wasn’t necessary. Before she could even finish her sentence, the door opened and Nico, Rin, Eli, and Umi all shuffled in. Nico and Rin looked perfectly fine, but it was clear Eli was in bad shape, openly holding herself and dancing in place. Umi was shuffling uncomfortably and biting her lip, but she wouldn’t allow herself to openly hold it. “No luck,” Nico sighed, “We found a key, but it just opened a cabinet filled with snacks.” “Snacks?” Honoka asked, eyes lighting up. However, she received a couple of stern looks from those still really trying to hold it in, so she shrunk down. “This is bad,” Kotori spoke up, “I don’t know how much longer we’re gonna be able to hold it.” “I think we really need to consider using the closet,” Nozomi suggested, “We’ve been holding it for a while, and we have no idea when they’ll realize we’re gone.” “But-” Umi tried to protest. “Plus, some of us have already used it,” Rin pointed out. “Wait, it was only You, Hanayo, and Honoka, right?” Maki asked. “Not anymore,” Umi crossed her arms, looking straight at Nico. “Umi!” Nico complained. “I knew something was off. You were squirming like crazy when you left the room,” Maki crossed her arms. “Look who’s talking, you’re bouncing in your seat,” Nico pointed out. Maki blushed, “That’s not… at least I’m still holding it.” An awkward silence fell upon the room as Nico struggled and failed to come up with anything to say in response. Suddenly, however, Eli doubled over and let out a squeak as she clamped down against her crotch. The wet spot on her pants grew larger as she felt herself leak again, and she struggled to regain control. She managed to avoid any more leaks, but she could tell she was reaching her limits. “Eli,” Nozomi chimed in, “I really think you should go. You too, Kotori.” Kotori blushed as she sat in her chair, but it was clear she had been struggling for a while. “I… I can hold it!” Kotori reassured, but tellingly she would not remove her hands from between her legs, and her legs were practically shaking below the table from holding back the flood. Honoka shot her an apologetic look, and Umi smiled, glad to see that one of her friends still had the sense not to give in and use the closet, no matter how bad things seemed. Nozomi turned her attention back to Eli, who was panting with the effort of holding it in, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, even as she herself danced in place. “There’s no real reason to wait anymore, unless the rest of us want to wait here until we wet ourselves,” Nozomi argued. “I…” Eli paused. Her bladder was so full it hurt, and she knew she couldn’t hold it much longer anyway. The temptation to give in had been chipping away at her willpower, and Nozomi encouraging her was doing a good job of convincing her to just go and use the closet. Still, a part of her resisted, and she shook her head, “I shouldn’t.” “Eli, please,” Nozomi urged, “Would it make you feel better if I go too? I’ve been holding it for a while and I’m pretty desperate.” “You’re going to use it too?” Eli asked, surprised. “Yes, but only if it means you’ll go too,” Nozomi answered, “Otherwise, I’ll keep holding it.” “I-If you need to go, you should just go!” Eli protested. “Isn’t that the same logic for you, then? I can tell you can’t hold it anymore.” Nozomi hugged her from behind and Eli let out a desperate shudder as her friend’s soothing voice further eroded her willpower. Finally, she nodded. “I’ll go. But only if you go first!” “Eli!” Umi gasped, shocked. “I… I really can’t hold it much longer,” Eli admitted. Nozomi wanted to protest that she should go first, in that case, but she was just happy that her clearly struggling friend had finally accepted relief. “I’ll be quick!” Nozomi quickly left the room and shuffled over to the closet with her thighs pressed together tightly. She quickly opened the door and observed the situation. Much of the carpet along the back wall was soaked with pee, and the available room to pee would shrink even more after she went. Nozomi rubbed her abdomen and gauged the fullness of her bladder. She wasn’t quite on the verge of wetting herself, but she was seriously desperate, and she knew she had a pretty large bladder capacity. She figured the best thing would be for her to pee where there was already a puddle, but Nozomi had never been good at peeing while standing up, and she didn’t want to simply stand in the puddle and pee either. Instead, she positioned herself to the edge of the puddle near the first corner where Hanayo went. She hiked her skirt up and pulled down her panties, trying to keep her balance in a standing squat as she leaned back and hung her ass out over the puddle. She had to grab one of the metal poles making up the shelving for balance as she bent and squatted further before finally letting go. Her first spurt splashed out and shot more between her legs than over the puddle, and Nozomi repositioned herself again, leaning even further back. She then relaxed again, but only partially, and held back so her stream was less forceful and more restricted. She let out a desperate moan as she finally peed, her bladder muscles screaming for her to relax fully. Still, she accomplished her goal, with a relatively neat stream trickling down onto one of the soaked masses of toilet paper the other girls left, pattering almost silently onto the floor. Naturally, the puddle still spread, but she was mostly aiming for the areas of the carpet that were already soaked, and the toilet paper helped slow the spread further. She peed like that for a while, trying to keep her flow neat and restricted to keep it from spurting out forwards again. It took everything to fight her body’s urges to force it out, peeing unrestrained onto the floor, but she was really trying to take the others into consideration. Not only was Eli going immediately after, but she had seen Kotori, Maki, and Umi. All of them were quickly reaching their limits too. Suddenly, however, there was a knock on the closet, and Nozomi briefly lost control, letting out another forceful stream in surprise before squeezing it off completely. “Nozomi, please hurry, I can’t hold it anymore,” Eli begged. She was dancing outside the closet, desperately dancing and holding on as she tried not to let out another leak into her pants. “Almost done,” Nozomi called out. She then relaxed again, and in the interest of speed, she forced the rest out. It splashed out towards the edge of the puddle and she was forced to spread her legs further apart to avoid her shoes getting soaked. She was finally able to let out a relieved sigh as the last of her pent-up flood forcefully splashed out of her. When her bladder was finally empty, Nozomi quickly reached up and grabbed some toilet paper, wadding it up hastily and wiping herself off quickly before simply tossing it to the ground, bearing no mind to where it landed. She quickly exited the room, holding the door open for Eli as she more hobbled than walked into the room with both hands jammed firmly against her crotch. Eli quickly got to work trying to unfasten her pants, half-worried that she would wet herself from the effort. She managed to unbutton them and pull them down with her panties before she shuffled over to the edge of the puddle and exploded. She was practically hugging her knees as her dam burst, and a torrential gush of hot urine shot out of her. She could feel the backsplash as her forceful stream struck the ground and the puddle and sprayed droplets against her bare ass. She watched her stream hit Nico’s neatly folded pile of toilet paper and nearly shred the soaked tissue with the force of her peeing. The once-neat wad bunched up and caused her forceful stream to spray back at her even more. Eli couldn’t care about any of that right now, though, as she threw her head back and bit her finger, stifling a moan somewhere between pleasure and relief. She felt her distended bladder slowly deflate as she finally peed, and the painful pressure that she had been struggling to contain morphed into a hazy dull ache. Eli panted as she lost herself in the blissful relief, sweat dripping from her brow from her previous exertions of holding everything in. Her bladder sent shudder after tingly shudder up her spine as it emptied, and she lost track of how long she had been peeing there. It wasn’t until her stream started to slow down that she recalled what she was doing, and embarrassment and shame flooded back into her mind. Eli briefly considered stopping, now that she was no longer on the verge of wetting herself, and minimizing her mess to what she had already peed. But as she had inspected the massive puddle below her, she realized how trivial that all was now. She had almost literally pissed a river and now the puddle extended all the way down the entire left wall as well. Eli blushed as she inspected the sheer volume of it, even as she kept peeing, and as ashamed as she was for having left such a big mess in the room and giving into peeing on the floor, she realized it would be wasted effort and discomfort on her part to only go partially at this point. She allowed herself to finish up and looked around before spotting the toilet paper everyone had been using. She grabbed a good amount and folded it neatly, wiping off her crotch and her ass gently as she let out one final sigh. Despite the discarded wads of paper already discarded here and there in the pile, some of them no longer even recognizable as paper, she still looked around for a wastebin or receptacle of any kind. Realizing there really wasn’t anything, she bashfully tossed her toilet paper into the puddle as well, watching embarrassed as it slowly soaked up the puddle she just made. Eli then stood up, inspecting her damp panties and the wet spot on her pants. There wasn’t much she could do about either right now, so she bit her lip as she pulled her panties up and made a face of discomfort as the now cold, wet fabric touched her crotch. She pulled her pants back up over them, adjusting them to minimize the discomfort, and headed back out of the closet as well. As she left, she saw Nozomi waiting for her, and the two headed back to the conference room. Now that there were more girls with empty bladders than with full ones among them, however, the atmosphere in the room had shifted drastically. Honoka, Hanayo, and Rin were joking around, and Nico and Maki were bickering about starting up another card game, even as the latter was still fidgeting and rubbing her knees together as she fought back against her swollen bladder. However, there were two people in the room who still held an air of discomfort. Kotori was almost bent over the desk, legs squeezed together tightly as she squeezed her eyes shut in concentration, trying not to give into her aching bladder’s signals to let it loose right there. The other was Umi, who was tugging desperately at the edge of her skirt and rubbing her abdomen, nursing her own swollen bladder. “We’re back,” Nozomi announced, expecting the announcement to prompt one of the other desperate girls to shoot up and rush towards the closet. However, Umi merely focused on holding it, Maki merely nodded, and Kotori clearly focused on holding it over anything that was happening around her. “Kotori,” Honoka looked over at her friend, who was clearly at her limits. The poor girl was trembling with the effort of holding it in, and no matter how you looked at it, she had been desperate longer than all of them. It was actually impressive how long she had held on. Even Kotori was surprised she was still holding it, somehow. She had been forced to hold it in unfortunate circumstances before, but she was positive she had never had to pee as bad as she did right now. Kotori looked over at Umi, who was also clearly holding it in, and frowned. She knew Umi was a stickler for things like this, and she didn’t think Umi would approve, even if the alternative was wetting herself. But unfortunately, Kotori really couldn’t keep holding it anymore. “I…” Kotori spoke up, already feeling Umi’s gaze land upon her, “I can’t hold it anymore, I’m sorry.” “Kotori!” Umi’s eyes widened, even as she felt her own bladder spasm. “I’ve held it in as long as I can, I really tried, Umi,” Kotori looked over at her apologetically, “But I’m past my limits. Even if someone came right now, I don’t even know if I could wait for them to unlock the bathrooms.” “I can’t believe Eli gave in, but I thought you out of everyone would keep holding it no matter what!” “Umi, stop being so hard on her,” Honoka urged, “Besides, it’s clear you need to go too. You should both just go already.” “The closet’s already a mess, there’s not really much of a point in holding it in anymore,” Nozomi pointed out. “It’s not proper, and the last thing I want to do is make more work for the people who come rescue us. This is supposed to be a nice venue, and we’ve literally made a puddle in one of the closets!” Umi shot back, “The least the rest of us still holding it can do is wait until we’re rescued.” “I… I can’t, I’m sorry, Umi!” Kotori replied. She then stood up quickly but carefully, and nearly doubled over as she felt a leak escape into her panties. She gasped and was convinced she would wind up wetting herself right there, but by some miracle she managed to hold on. She took a step towards the door, and then another before feeling another small dribble escape, and she realized she was out of time. Kotori bolted to the closet, ignoring the drips and dribbles escaping out into her panties. The second she was past the door, she had seconds to pull her panties down and got stuck in a mostly standing position, crouching over as she hiked her skirt up and exploded like a broken fire hydrant. A powerful, forceful stream shot out of her and splashed halfway across the room. Her arc struck a pile of toilet paper and pattered as it soaked through the already sopping tissue further. Dribbles from her stream’s arch struck the dry carpet below, and Kotori realized she was too close to the door. She awkwardly hobbled closer to the puddle as she continued to pee forcefully. Her stream splashed messily onto the ground and the awkward way she hadn’t quite made it to a proper spot to pee left a streak of piss soaking into the carpet. Her spray now messily splashed just beyond the edge of the preexisting puddle, creating a puddle of her own that quickly merged with the rest. She finally settled into a half-standing squat as she threw her head back and let herself pee uncontrollably, feeling rivulettes and droplets stream down her legs as her awkward position and sheer pressure of her stream meant that the pent-up flood she had been holding far beyond what she thought she was capable of sprayed out of her. She felt her knees buckle with weakness as she gave into the blissful relief, and she nearly fell over as she felt all the strength leave her. Her bladder ached even as it emptied itself onto the floor, and Kotori couldn’t help but watch as her messy stream splashed and spread the combined puddle out even further. She could’ve sworn she was peeing for minutes before she felt her stream start to weaken, and even then it took even longer to fully taper off and slow to mere dribbles. Kotori glanced down and blushed at the messy stains she left on the carpet from her awkward crawl the final meter from the door to the puddle, and even then she had added a considerable river to the ever growing puddle. There was hardly any dry room left on the floor, and whoever went after her would have to awkwardly walk around the leaks she left on the carpet near the door. More pressingly, however, were the streams and dribbles running down her legs and cooling. She grabbed a considerable amount of toilet paper to clean herself off, and tried to pat away all the cold, sticky wetness that clung to her inner thighs and down her calves. Any other time, Kotori would’ve been utterly petrified, but in this moment she was just grateful she had made it at all. She had definitely pushed herself right up to her body’s limits, and if she had waited even a moment longer, she would’ve left a puddle in the hallway, if not in the conference room. Letting out a final relieved sigh, Kotori finished cleaning herself up and let her messy wad fall to the ground and start soaking up her puddle. She blushed considerably at the thought of leaving the signs of her clean-up there, but she couldn’t exactly walk out with her legs still dripping with pee, and she had nowhere else to put the offending tissue. She pulled her panties back up and left the closet, feeling greatly relieved. This feeling, however, quickly faded into shame and embarrassment as she met the unamused gaze of Umi, who was practically bouncing in her chair from desperation, but still adamantly refusing to acknowledge the closet as any kind of substitute for the toilet, even in a last-resort situation. “Feeling better?” Nozomi asked, smiling. Kotori blushed and nodded, and took a seat down right next to Umi. Umi crossed her arms, even as she rubbed her knees together. She was more than shocked at Kotori for using the closet, she felt betrayed. A part of her realized she wanted Kotori to hold it out too. If one of the most desperate of them, who had to pee pretty bad when they first realized they just got locked in, had held it until they were rescued, it meant that she was right about holding it no matter what and not resorting to doing something so brash and shameless. Another part of her was growing increasingly desperate, and knowing Kotori was even more desperate had given Umi the resolve to keep holding it. Now, however, even Kotori had given in and gone. That only left her and Maki, and Maki was so calm and hard to read that Umi wasn’t sure how much she was feeling it. In truth, Maki was really nearing her limits. It had taken her great resolve to keep her desperate squirming to a minimum, but internally her whole body was screaming at her for release. Even unzipping her skirt to take the pressure off her swollen bladder had only been a mild comfort, and by this point she was focusing solely on holding it and maintaining some modicum of composure. Umi, however, had no way of knowing this, and merely sat there, frowning at Kotori as her own bladder screamed at her. “Feeling better, now that you’ve made an even bigger mess to clean up?” Umi spoke harshly, and Kotori further blushed and shrunk down. “I, I would’ve made a mess anyway,” Kotori tried to defend herself, “I really couldn’t hold it anymore.” “Come on, Umi,” Honoka frowned, “It was clear Kotori was bursting from the beginning, and she really tried to hold on as long as she could! If any of us deserved to go, it was her!” “I don’t think any of you should’ve gone!” Umi shot back, “It’s not proper!” “Yeah, well, neither is accidentally locking a bunch of idols in a concert hall with no access to toilets,” Nico shot back, “We all had to do it. Only you and Maki are still holding it.” “At least me and Maki ARE still holding it!” “Actually, I’m going to go too,” Maki stood up. “Maki? Really?” Umi asked. “I… I’m at my limit here. I really can’t hold it anymore, and there really isn’t any reason to sit here and wet myself just because it’s not a proper toilet. If I’m gonna make a mess somewhere, I’d rather it be in the closet.” Umi let out a defeated sigh and gave up trying to convince Maki to stop. Maki kept her composure as she walked out of the room, but as soon as the door closed behind her, she desperately jammed both hands between her legs and bit her lip as she danced in place. She really was at her limit. Maki staggered over to the closet and stepped in, only to be struck with the thick stench of pee. She noticed the stains and streaks left by Kotori, as well as the wads of toilet paper, now half-dissolved in the large puddle that covered most of the floor. She quickly shuffled over to one of the last remaining dry spots, nearly losing it as she spread her legs to step over the puddles to get there, and quickly folded up her pencil skirt out of the way. Maki pulled her panties down as she held her crotch with one hand, and let a few errant dribbles out onto the floor beneath her before finally squatting down and letting go. She squatted properly, arms resting on her knees as she looked down at her stream. It was forceful, but neat, with minimal spray as it splashed into the puddle in front of her. It was almost like she was using a traditional squat toilet. Unfortunately, a toilet it was not, and Maki quickly realized the puddle was spreading out towards her. She shuffled backwards and spread her legs, trying to keep the growing puddle away from her shoes even as she peed. Her breaths were ragged as she let out a few relieved sighs, closing her eyes and merely basking in the relief she was finally getting. Her brow was sweating from the effort of not only holding it in, but trying to maintain her composure while doing it. In fact, Maki’s main motivation for holding it for so long rather than using the closet was less because she was stubbornly against doing so, but more out of wanting to maintain her appearances, especially since it had been her father’s connections that had landed them this venue. Even then, appearance and composure would’ve served her very little with her skirt and panties totally soaked, so when she reached her limits, she realized she had no other choice. Her stream slowed to a trickle, and then a dribble as she pushed the last drops out of her. She stood up carefully, avoiding the large puddle once again, and grabbed the toilet paper before taking a small amount of toilet paper and wiping herself up carefully. She dropped the small, folded tissue onto one of the piles of toilet paper already sitting there, and fixed her skirt and panties before stepping back out into the hall. She returned to the conference room and avoided Umi’s gaze as she sat down, blushing. “Well, that leaves one of us, then.” Everyone turned to Umi, who was squirming desperately in her seat. She looked up at everyone and crossed her arms, trying to look stern even as she wriggled around restlessly. “I’m holding it!” “Umi,” Kotori frowned, “It’s clear you really have to go. It’s not good for you to hold it in.” “Y-you were way more desperate than I am now when you went! I can hold it until help arrives!” “Umi,” Honoka began, concerned, “Please, you really should just go!” “Absolutely not!” Umi was determined to hold it, but the truth was despite her strong words, she was desperate. Her bladder was so full and her body wanted nothing more than to relax and let it all out. It was only out of stubbornness that she continued to struggle with all her strength to hold on. She couldn’t keep her legs still under the table, and despite how adamant she was about making it until she had access to a proper toilet, she was desperately begging for help to come sooner rather than later. “Oh, just let her hold it,” Nico sighed, crossing her arms, “She’ll be forced to go eventually.” “I… I won’t!” Umi reaffirmed, though she didn’t sound so convinced herself. “Well, now that most of us are comfortable for the time being, want to continue the game?” Rin asked. The card game resumed, in the background, but Umi couldn’t really focus on it anymore. She was playing on autopilot as every ounce of her body fought desperately against the pent-up flood inside her. She kept desperately shuffling and shifting in her seat, trying to find a position that gave her some small amount of relief or comfort. However, all she could feel was the immense pressure built up inside of her bladder. She knew she was getting closer and closer to her limits. Umi strained her ears, drowning out the cheery laughs from her friends as they enjoyed the card game, and hoped to hear the sounds of people walking down the halls, wondering where they were. She wanted someone to show up and unlock the bathroom door so she could bolt to the toilet and finally let it all out. With her bladder so full, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Seconds felt like minutes as she tried to focus on the game. Every time her turn came around, she stiffly and robotically placed down what cards she needed, or any random card if she didn’t have her number. She was grateful for Honoka helping her reach the center of the table. The last thing Umi wanted was to keep having to get up and stretch over just to place her cards on the pile. She also caught the occasional concerned glance from the others as she sat there, stubbornly holding it, even as it was clear she was becoming increasingly desperate. This continued for some time. Umi herself wasn’t even sure how long it had been, but it felt like forever, when her bladder sent a powerful wave of desperation shooting through her. She doubled over across the table, dropping her cards and shoving both hands between her legs. She clamped down with all her strength as her bladder fought her to it all out, and she felt a leak escape into her panties. Umi tried desperately to regain control, but she let another few dribbles out into her panties before finally regaining some semblance of control over her bursting bladder. Unfortunately, while the wave subsided, she was now at the peak of her desperation. She had absolutely reached her limits. She buckled and shook in the effort to keep holding it, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she leaked more, and let it all out onto the floor. “Umi,” Kotori looked over in concern. Umi felt tears pool in the corners of her eyes as she realized the inevitable. She would either wet herself, or be forced to resort to the closet like everyone else. Like everyone else had said. She considered holding it longer, but she felt her bladder spasm again and barely kept herself from leaking once more. With that, the last of her stubborn resolve dissolved away. “I… I can’t hold it anymore.” Eli frowned, “Umi, please, you should-” “Yes, yes! Fine!” Umi yelled, more angry at herself than at the others, “I’ll go!” Umi stood up and gasped as she nearly lost control right then and there. She had pushed herself too far. She hobbled over to the door and Kotori helped her open it so she could keep both hands firmly clamped down on her crotch. She waddled awkwardly across the hall to the closet, and once again Kotori helped her with the door. Umi looked down at the shameless puddle that covered nearly the entire floor of the small room, and began second-guessing herself. The room was a mess, the carpet was totally soaked, and there were large, half-dissolved wads of toilet paper everywhere. From where she stood, she could see Honoka’s panties soaked by the puddle and tucked away in the corner. It was a disaster, and she was about to add to it. She briefly considered turning around and hobbling back out, but she knew that even trying to was asking to wet herself on the walk back. She really was at her absolute limit. Umi staggered further into the room, though there was basically nowhere else to pee other than right near the door. She quickly pulled down her panties, squatted down facing the puddle, and relaxed. But then nothing. No desperate explosion onto the floor, no stream. Not a minute ago Umi was positive she was going to wet herself if she waited any longer, but now that she was squatting down and in position, nothing happened. Even while not able to pee, her bladder was screaming at her for release, and she squirmed around in that squatting position, trying to relax her muscles, trying to give her body the relief it was begging for this whole time. She had finally given in, and now her body itself wouldn’t let her go. Umi waited for what felt like ages, feeling on the verge of peeing while simultaneously not being able to, and she thought maybe she was right, that she shouldn’t be doing this. She kept looking around the room and seeing the absolute devastation her friends left, and knew that someone else would have to clean it up. Not to mention that if Umi stood up and somehow made it back to the room, she could say that she changed her mind and doubled down on holding it until they got help. “Umi, are you okay in there?” Kotori knocked on the door. Apparently Umi had been in there long enough for Kotori to become worried. However, Kotori’s voice also had a different effect. It shocked Umi, who inadvertently let out a spurt onto the floor. Umi looked down, horrified, and before she could stop it, she finally burst. A hot, gushing stream sprayed out of her and soaked the floor beneath her, splashing as it combined with the already large puddle and spread out, soaking into the last bastion of dry carpet that existed in the room. Umi, still conflicted, tried her best to stop it, but all she managed was to slow the torrential flow as her entire body gave in. She had no more strength, her muscles had been pushed to their limits holding it, and even straining as hard as she could she couldn’t even slow her flow to a trickle, let alone stop fully. Realizing it was useless, and that even if she did stop, she wouldn’t be able to keep holding it long enough for it to matter, Umi gave in and let herself keep peeing onto the floor. She tried to drown out the embarrassing sound of her stream splashing messily onto the floor, and the muted sound of the flow hitting the soaked carpet constantly reminded her that she wasn’t peeing into a proper toilet. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the intense relief she was finally feeling over the abject embarrassment, but even as waves of relief washed over her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was doing something very wrong. By the time she was finished, only the smallest of patches of carpet by the door was still dry, and Umi’s shoes had gotten caught up in the expanding puddle. Frowning, she stood up and looked around, quickly spotting the toilet paper that everyone else had been using. She tried to reach out to it without stepping further into the puddle, but unfortunately she had to step further into the room to grab it. Once Umi had it, she hastily wiped herself off, as well as using a wad to try to dry out her damp panties as best as possible. She pulled them up and was unsatisfied with how damp they still felt against her crotch, but they were as dry as she was going to get them. She then realized she was standing there with wads of toilet paper in her hand, and nowhere to put them. She realized the sensible thing would be to discard them with everyone else’s, but she still looked around for a waste basket or something else to dispose of them properly. She also briefly considered taking them with her and trying to find another trash can somewhere, but she realized it would be both humiliating and embarrassing to be carrying around a wad of used toilet paper down the hallways. Umi let out a defeated sigh and simply let the wad fall into the puddle uselessly, trying to avoid looking at it or thinking about how someone would have to clean it up later. She then wiped her shoes off on the carpet as best as possible before heading out of the room, blushing furiously as she spotted Kotori looking concerned by how long she had been in there. “Are you-” “Please, Kotori, don’t,” Umi shook her head. She took the walk of shame back to the conference room, hearing her shoes squeak against the tiles and shrinking down on herself even further. She expected the room to erupt with everyone asking her if she felt relieved or that they told her so, or that she should’ve gone earlier, but thankfully they seemed to understand how humiliated she felt, and aside from a comforting hand on her shoulder from Honoka, no one said anything about it. Umi tried to forget what was happening as she got back into the game, but the embarrassment and awkwardness still weighed on her mind. About an hour later, the girls were found. Their parents, expecting them all to be back by then, realized something was wrong, and Maki’s parents got in contact with the venue. They had called around and soon the employee who locked up realized her mistake. “I’m really sorry,” she said when they finally found the girls, “I forgot we recently installed automatic, timed locks on the doors inside the building. There’s a lot of expensive equipment here, so they were installed to prevent theft, but I told you it would be fine to use the front, and you wound up getting locked in.” “It’s fine,” Maki smiled, “I’m just glad we weren’t stuck in here all night.” “Yeah, I mean, where would we have even slept?” Rin asked, “And I’m sure we would’ve had to go to the bathroom again.” “Again?” the staff members asked. The subject of the bathroom had been brought up, and eventually what they wound up doing in the closet came to light. Rather than being upset with them, however, the staff once again deeply apologized, saying it wasn’t their fault since the bathrooms were locked, and they were sorry for making the girls do something like that due to their oversight. As the group was all heading out, ready to head home with their parents, Umi found Honoka and whispered to her “Hey, Honoka, your panties are still in the closet.” “W-what? Oh no, I won’t be able to grab them now!” Honoka blushed, “They’ll definitely find them!” “Should we go back?” Umi asked. Honoka thought for a moment before shaking her head, “Nah, it’s fine. They have to clean everything else up anyway, and they won’t know who’s panties they are. It’d be more embarrassing if I went back and told them they were mine.” Umi blushed, having no idea how Honoka could be so carefree about this. But then again, her words did make some sense, and it had been Umi being so uptight about it that had led to her holding it to the point of leaking instead of just going like everyone else. Still, the thought of her and everyone else leaving such a mess behind for the staff to clean up was equal-parts shameful and embarrassing, and Umi sincerely hoped nothing like this ever happened again. The End

My 5th writing, like my 4th (linked here), happens in no particular order in the context of my other stories, besides the first two. Here, Mali finds herself stranded in a city environment without access to a restroom anywhere with no way home for quite some time. How will she resolve?...Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, developing a love to be the subject of an omo scenario, but has only had such experiences in private thus far. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, Mali's bf, wishes to see Mali be the subject of more omo scenarios. ------- Prologue (Recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soiling herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. Another time, Mali took a whole lonesome day to herself to see how long her bladder would last, and after nearly 7 challenging yet arousing hours, left a spotty, messy trail all the way from her carpeted room to the expanse of her bathroom floor in front of the toilet. Most recently, she was toyed with by Yuta on their drive home from a party, wetting herself and her car seat all the while. This time around Mali finds herself at the consequence of forgetfulness, business, and incompetence at her own expense out in public. With her bladder getting more and more full, she has to figure out how she'll improvise her way out of this situation, or she'll be subject to omo and humiliation. ------- It's a fair late summer day; sunny, about room temperature outdoors, and Mali is at work. She serves as a cashier to a busy summer food stand located on a peer neighboring the town she lives in. She wears an employee T-shirt and dirt-brown colored office pants that wrap around her legs tightly. On this particular day she had the closing shift with a partner of hers. Where she lived, the temperature rapidly dropped when the sun set, so the majority of people around this peer didn't even come around often around closing time, approximately 7:30 pm. The stand lost very little business that way and its employees never worked late hours, it was a win for everyone. Mali ran her shift, drinking occasionally but not stopping for bathroom breaks. Neither her need to use one nor her desire for omo action trumped the other, so she decided to stay neutral for the occasion. Unfortunately for her, the stars were already aligned for mishap. 2 days prior, her car refused to start up, and neither she nor Yuta knew why. They would have a mechanic come look at it, but that appointment wasn't until tomorrow. Her only choice was to go by bus to and from work, about a 20 minute drive start to end both ways. The stand was serving some final few customers right around 7:30 before Mali and her coworker would clean up and lock up shop. They did, and these two went their separate ways once they got off the peer. Mali secretly felt a little unrest in her bladder approaching the end of her shift, now more than a little approaching the bench at her bus stop. The sun was setting at this time, and the sky lit up a hazy orange, the sun reflecting off the water the peer inhabited. As she sat down, she felt a tingle near her stomach, her filling bladder becoming increasingly un-ignorable. It was at this point Mali felt conflicted. In her recent past she experienced the firsthand mistake of arriving home with a full bladder and no available toilet, something she enjoyed, but didn't exactly want. She preferred more controlled wettings, or simply the desperation aspect of bladder holding. She wasn't too keen of real accidents. Thinking of her current position, and of this preference, she told herself that it wasn't worth it today, that it'd be too risky to try and make it home at this rate. Her legs already were steadily bouncing trying to distract herself. She decided on trying to find a restroom. She ruled out trying to use the bathroom found behind the kitchen of the food stand out on the peer - it could only be accessed from the inside by employees, and her coworker had the key, not her. Her only other choice was to find a place around the bus stop to ask for one. At this time, the street sidewalks were still fairly occupied with people - neither crowded nor isolated. She got up, walking cautiously with her legs close together to prevent herself from wanting to let go, also keeping her bladder secret to herself. Each storefront or bar she came across though had disclaimer signs placed on their windows reading "NO PUBLIC RESTROOM" or "NO DRINK, NO BATHROOM", likely due to tourism and business owners doing their best to make as much cash as they can. Mali wanted to avoid spending on anything if possible, so she continued onward. She walked impatiently for nearly two blocks when she finally found one without one of these signs. She walked in, and kindly asked to use a bathroom. However, the lady at the counter said that she had to buy something first. Mali was perplexed, but soon realized that this store just didn't have such a sign explaining the lack of a public bathroom. She thought it was rather incompetent of the shopkeepers to not tell people this, but cut her losses and decided to purchase something. She picks out a small keychain near the counter and heads to checkout. As the lady at the register reads out her total, Mali reaches into her handbag and pulls out her wallet. Searching through it, however, she struggled to find her credit card. She double checked, triple checked but found no trace of it. She didn't carry cash with her either, meaning she had no way to purchase this cheap keychain. She apologized and hurryingly walked herself out of the store. She felt at this time that it was just better to take a calculated risk and get home in time to relieve herself. The pressure on her crotch became great, and it wouldn't be long before she would struggle to keep her urethra shut. She turned the corner back in the direction of her bus stop. She looked onward, horrified at the sight of her bus pulling in front of the stop, two whole blocks away. "Shit! Nonono wait!" she murmured. She tried to run but the jostling of her bladder didn't allow her to. She leaned forward to counteract her dicomfort, and managed a jog back in that direction. As she approached the first block she watched as the bus doors closed, letting on their last passengers. The bus picked up speed, and headed in the direction of Mali, on her side of the road. She waved her hands and even lightly jumped to get the driver's attention (which throttled her already weak bladder even further), but her efforts were futile as the driver plowed forward, leaving Mali in the dust, and in a bit of a panic. Holy shit Ineedtopeesobad. Crapcrapcrap what do I do... she thought. She walked the rest of the block back to the bus stop bench, just so she could have a place to rest. Her knees rubbed together as she walked, giving her stride a slight stagger from side to side. Most people walked by not noticing, but one or two questioned themselves why this girl walked so strangely. Mali goes to sit down, slowly lowering herself to prevent any sudden pressure increase. Instead she endured a gradual pressure increase, similar to the first time she sat down, but now with much greater severity. She leaned back on the bench to allow her bladder all the space it needed. Once she had herself steady, she focused on figuring out how to get home. "Yuta!" she muttered out loud. He was still at work, but would get out soon anyways. He was about another 20 minute drive away from where Mali worked, which served as her best option at this point as opposed to taking a near hour long walk home with a full bladder. Pulling out her phone, she dialed up his number. Y: Hello? M: Sighing Hi babe...I was wondering if you could come pick me up... Y: Why? What about the bus? M: Frantically I need to piss real badly so I went around looking for a bathroom but none were public and I couldn't buy anything and I missed the bus and... arghhh! Just get here quick! Y: Alright, relax, I'll be out of here in five. M: You better be! Hurry! She hangs up. At this time it's nearing towards 8:00, and the sun has fully set. The night sky progressively becomes more blue-shifted, and dark. Street lights begin turning on, making the area around the bus stop feel all more city-like. Mali squirms in the bench comprehending what she's gotten herself into. Oh my god there's no way I can make it she thought. There's actually no way I can do it. She twists her waist from side to side, unable to sit still. Her hands switch back and forth from gripping the bench and gripping her legs, in a useless attempt to calm herself. There weren't as many people wandering the sidewalks now, maybe one would pass her every 20 seconds, but each one of these passer-bys couldn't help but notice Mali's inability to be still. Some could even figure out that she was desperate. All of a sudden - *fffshhhh* Mali lets out several rapid, quiet gasps. She presses her hands into her crotch and feels as it grows in warmth and dampness. After a few moments a dark spot forms near the bottom of her crotch and just under her ass. Slowly, Mali moves her hands away and controls her breathing. She had to find someplace to go, someplace private, someplace that's not a bathroom or indoors. Mali makes an effort to stand up, and does. She feels warmth in her urethra but thankfully regains control and doesn't allow any more to spill out. Her new dark spot is visible both in her front and back, but is concealed due to the lighting from street lamps above. She hikes herself up and moves along the sidewalk, looking with longing eyes someplace to let loose. She placed her hand bag in front of her crotch to avoid being spotted, and prayed that no one could see her behind that well. At this point in her desperation, she practically waddled forward step by step. As her damp spot cooled, her tolerance decreased further. After what seemed like tens of minutes, Mali stumbles towards an alleyway between two buildings on the same block. The alley is nearly 6 feet wide, has few windows that lead into it, and contains no lights, only being illuminated by the street lights on both ends. There's large industrial air conditioners and trash cans strewn about the corridor, but no one to be found. *drip...drip* Ah!~ Guess this is it! Mali places herself in a corner between a wall and one of the air conditioners, and rests her back against the brick wall. She hastily sets her handbag off to the side, and undoes the belt buckle and buttons to her pants. She loosens up her pants from her hips, tugging them down push by push at a time, until her butt and crotch are in open air. She slides down the wall with her back, and gets into position. Her bladder becomes frail, and in an instant come out quick spurts of pee. Also in an instant, Mali hears footsteps coming from the opposite end of the alley. *psh. psshhhhh-* You gotta be fucking kidding me. A few small sprinkles coat the asphalt in front of her as the steps approach. She raises herself back up so she's standing on two feet, but bent over desperately pulling her pants back up. She's able to manage shoving her pants back up in front of her but isn't able to wrap them completely around her ass in the heat of the moment. The footsteps arrive in the form of a some big, heavy duty man going from place to place rather quickly. He only notices Mali once he crosses in front of the air conditioner unit, seeing her front side, unbuckled pants and hunched over. He doesn't know what to think of it, but pays no mind to it in the moment. All the while - *dribble dribble dribble frrrrrrmmmshhhh* Mali in all her efforts can't resist the urge any longer and pees quietly into her half-on pants, looking only at the ground as the man passes, solid streaks forming all throughout her pantlegs. The man is only a few feet past her when warm drops start trickling out the bottom of her pantlegs, forming a puddle. The puddle begins coloring the bottom of her pants a dark brown, Mali's walking shoes too soaking up drops from her leakage. Finally, the man begins to exit the alley, to which Mali shoves down her pants, nearly falls lowering herself down to the ground, spreading her legs and letting it all flow out. *FSHHHHHHHHH* Mali's stream roars behind the mans ears and all around the alley, piss rocketing from her crotch and onto the opposite wall. A second puddle forms underneath, making a violent splashing noise both off the wall and while pitter-pattering onto the ground. Mali's pants drip from excess liquid gold that flooded them not two seconds earlier. She stares off at the incredible mess she's making, being too powerless now to do anything about controlling it. She breathes heavily both out of tension and shock of what just happened as she finishes her release and watches as her stream diminishes to mere drops. Her puddle now stretched across the whole width of the alley, from the wall she splashed, through the bottom of her shoes, to right underneath her closely positioned, wet ass. Shamefully, she stands herself up, making small splashes as she steps in her lake. Having no other choice, she pulls her pants back up, tightly wrapping them around her ankles, legs, and butt, soaked and streaked with pee that came out as the man was passing by. From here she would have to wait until Yuta arrives, knowing full-well she couldn't bear to step out in public as the shameful display she had become. Upon Yuta arriving nearly 15 minutes after her accident, Mali sprinted over from the opening of the alley, opening the car door and throwing herself inside, leaving several pee drops to mark the sidewalk. Jokes and omo talk would encompass the conversation between the two on their ride home that night. ________ Thanks for reading, or at least scrolling down! Hope you enjoyed the read. Feedback is always appreciated, so if you'd like please lmk what you thought about it! Also, I'm always open to suggestions, different ideas, and situations to put Mali or Yuta through, so if you have any good ideas that you want fleshed out, lmk as well. : )

Okay, the story of my first unplanned wetting this weekend. I was at a festival, somewhat late at night, with a good friend. We had been drinking beer and we had also been sharing a large mixed drink in a 1.5 liter water bottle. We were both pretty drunk, the music was great, and we were having a fantastic time, but all those liquids were starting to catch up to me and I could feel a growing pleasant pressure in my bladder. My friend wasn't showing any signs of desperation yet - figures - I have an overactive bladder so I always feel it first and worse. At this point in the evening, we had just finished hearing a concert and had headed to a busy street that was closed off for the festival, which was packed with people queuing up to get into clubs or dancing in small street parties outside. I tried to hold on a little because I knew my friend - lets call her Sarah - wanted to get into a club. But soon I felt the first wave of desperation hit me and I felt a couple drops escape. Nothing major, just enough to dampen my underwear, but enough to make me alert Sarah that I needed to find a bathroom. This next part is going to sound like an omo cliché - I'm aware because as it was happening that was the first thing I thought: is this actually for real? We asked if I could use the bathroom at an A&W, it was closed. At a Wendy's: closed. Starbucks: not available unless you bought something. I considered it, but I was worried I could lose control in the line inside and I told Sarah that, so we kept looking. We tried a convenience store but they didn't even have a washroom (they probably just didn't want us to use it). It seemed that literally every establishment we tried had closed their bathrooms for the festival weekend, a really smart move when there would be tons of people drinking alcohol and getting desperate. So Sarah decided we should try a club with a shorter line, even though it wasn't the one we wanted to go to. Since it was an emergency, she thought maybe I could just go in, use the washroom and then find the club we wanted to go to after. The line was shorter than most of the other clubs, but it was still a good 15 or 20 minutes, and I started feeling more and more of the telltale waves of intense desperation that come with overactive bladder. I was drunk, so I was having a hard time hiding them on my face and in my body language, and with each wave, I felt my sphincter get a little closer to giving up. On the next wave, I resolved myself to release a few trickles into my pants, just to ease off the pressure. I waited, chatting with Sarah, and like clockwork, the familiar wave hit. Perhaps overreacting to the promise of what I was about to do, I felt my tired sphincter give up and the floodgates open all on their own. Splash, my bladder released all at once, filling my underwear, flooding my dark cargo pants, and streaming right down my legs into my shoes. Thankfully, the music and the din of people talking all around us in the crowd was quite loud, so Sarah somehow didn't hear the spattering of me pissing my pants and the pavement, RIGHT beside her. The people in line behind us must have seen though, because those cargo pants glisten like nobody's business when wet, and there were definitely streams splashing onto the concrete for a solid several seconds. Realizing there was no point in hiding the obvious, I nudged Sarah and giggled, "I just peed my pants". Just matter of fact. What else was I supposed to say? It was obvious enough if you looked and it would be more embarrassing if I didn't just own it. I distinctly remember her asking, "like a lot or a little". Well it was supposed to be a little... "Let's just say I don't have to pee at all anymore". Her eyes got wide and she laughed again, looking down to examine my wet pants. She never looked disgusted or grossed out, just amused. "I bet if you told them you pissed yourself they'd let you jump the line and go in to change," she suggested. "Yeah I'm not gonna do that," I laughed. We decided to just leave the line and make our way back through the busy crowd, me in my soaked cargo pants, toward the club we had been wanting to go to. It was a half hour wait, but I assured Sarah I didn't mind as long as I got to change eventually. It was dark, my pants were dark, and most people were drunk and totally consumed with themselves, so nobody paid attention. The cooling pee against the night breeze felt lovely on my legs and crotch and I was able to change when we got into the club. I had come prepared and brought a pair of short, loose black shorts - these ones quick dry. We'd been drinking more in the line though, and some water too to stay hydrated, so those shorts didn't stay dry for long. I wouldn't have left a mess for people to slip in/clean up in the club, but I did release enough dribbles in my shorts while dancing throughout the night to nicely dampen my bum and since the shorts were loose, some streaks escaped onto my thighs. As the night wore on, Sarah ended up kissing me and once my shorts had dried a bit, we danced really close together. I don't know if she was into me wetting, or just didn't think it was a big deal, but we certainly didn't let it put a damper (haha) on a great night.