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Last week on Friday. I contemplated on posting or not, or even logging back in. It's been over three weeks since I was on here last, up until now. I'll share last week and possibly the incident a few days prior. I was in the office, doing my job. Answering phones, taking messages, sending invoices and estimates, and other tasks I'm required to do. I was holding in my pee since 10:00am. Between the water and the coffee, it was fair to say by the time 4:30pm came around, relief was kinda needed. My husband was back from the place he was doing work in. We've been kinda sexting during the day. We honestly don't know what we plan on actually doing until it happens. Lol. As I said, he came in. Some of his employees were around. He was giving basic instructions for a few to get a few select jobs done Saturday. (Very nice gentleman and there is one trades lady but she wasn't in today due to her family being evacuated in some heavy hit areas by wild fire. 😞) My legs were shaking under my desk as I bit my lip. My nipples at this point was getting very hard and almost noticeable. I did let out a little pee by a premature sneeze. It's been rather smokey and using an infuser to help the airfilters with the scent. Everyone finally leaves home, except my husband who's also the employer. I stood up and slowly made my way to him. I was holding my ground, bladder wise but that sneeze really didn't help. "I need a raise..." I started to say as the agony started to wear me thin. "Really?" He approached me. I started un doing my shirt. (Satin blue shirt that's sleeve length goes to my elbows, and is a button up...and down. Lol.) Giving him a view of the top portion of my lace one piece. (Red In colour.) I started to unzip his pants and told him I'm willing to do anything for a raise...though it was him getting the raise... 😉. I started to pee finally in small dribbles. I went to my knees and started to please him as I continued to slowly relieve my poor aching bladder. I could feel the hot pee running down my legs and starting to really soak my black pantyhose. Pee started to gush out as I slowly got my husband... BOSS, very hard and very thick. He was swollen and his balls were tight. He was definitely starting to have needs of his own. I stopped sucking as I sat on my knees finishing peeing. The puddle was reasonably big and my knees and my long maxi skirt was soaked. "I'll finish you but I want my raise" I teased as I stood up. I sat on his desk rubbing myself all over and lifted up my tight skirt, showing him my sexy one piece (Thong backed.) and how wet I was. He excitedly grabbed my breasts and rubbed me, feeling for himself how wet I was. He bent me over the office desk and pulled down my pantyhose and entered me from behind. I was incredibly wet and swollen and feeling him penetrate was a very welcoming feeling. I was very quick to orgasm, squirted in my skirt since my skirt was covering my front end and so was a part of my lingerie set. I covered my mouth as I screamed in pleasure as he kept going. (I'm very loud, I especially have to be careful at home because of my son.) I started to speak in Spanish to him, telling him to "tame my inner naughtiness". He pulled out and entered my anal area where he started to cum hard. I was rubbing my clit as he was pumping me that way. After he was done, I covered myself back up and sat on his lap and he nuzzled into my neck and suckled gently. I had to pee again but wasn't extensive, but I peed on him as I had him fondle me, getting the back end of my skirt wet, adding to the mess he left me lol. We eventually got home undetected.

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After a long hiatus, I'm back to writing. I'm planning on at least five chapters, but I'll see how long I can keep it going. If you share the story, please credit me. Please let me know what you think! Chapters involve female desperation and/or wetting and occasional humiliation - other topics some people might not be interested in will be labeled if appropriate. Chapter 1 Maribel sipped the last of her water bottle, tossed it into a mall recycling bin and headed to a bathroom. She’d been at the mall all afternoon, and that water bottle hadn’t been the first one. Pressure was building between her legs, and Maribel was looking forward to relieving it. She got into a stall and got ready to pull up her short, grey skirt when she noticed a familiar symbol on the toilet. It looked like a miniature police badge with a bright yellow teardrop in the middle. Or pee-drop? Dammit, Maribel thought. Another detection toilet. She’d seen them before, occasionally. The toilets scanned urine for DNA profiles matching fugitives and digitally sent ‘hits’ to local police. It shouldn’t have mattered. Why couldn’t the past just be the past? Maribel was a law abiding, tax paying citizen now. She’d only been the getaway driver a few times as a teen for some friends who’d had the brilliant idea to rob banks. They were good at it, too. Great at it even, until the moment they got caught. Marisol, as she was known then, had skipped bail and used her ill-gotten gains to stay hidden. Enough money, it turned out, could buy excellent forged identification documents, cosmetic surgery – even a college education. Marisol was supposed to be gone for good, yet now a mistake as simple a pissing into the wrong toilet could resurrect her. Despite knowing what the result would be, Maribel checked the other empty stalls. Each taunted her with the same shiny, white porcelain monstrosity. It wasn’t fucking fair. Ignoring her bladder’s twinges of protest, Maribel picked up her shopping bags, exited the bathroom and headed for the parking lot. Finding her car easily, Maribel began her drive home. A few minutes in, she found herself squirming a bit in her leather seat. What are you, a child? Maribel scolded herself. It will be fine – I’ll find a gas station or something. The gas station up the road from the nearest exit seemed like just the oasis Maribel was looking for. She opened the bathroom door, sure that a gas station bathroom of all places would be free of those awful new toilets. And yet to her dismay, there it sat – another gleaming white detection toilet. FUCK!!! And so, for the second time that afternoon, Maribel left the bathroom with her bladder as full as when she’d entered. “Nice, isn’t it” a gas station attendant commented as Maribel headed towards her car. “What?” Maribel was confused. “The new toilet – the city installed it for free. Good thing too – kept having to service the last one.” “Yeah…..it’s nice.” Maribel replied. Perfectly nice, Maribel thought. Everything about it is just great except for the part where I can’t actually use it! Maribel got back into her car frustrated and very uncomfortable. I’ll pee when I get home, she told herself, hand wedged firmly against her crotch. This is fucking ridiculous. You’re not gonna wet yourself in your own damned car. Just hold it. Somehow the drive home was both a blur and in slow motion all at the same time. But Maribel made it home, shoved her key into her apartment’s lock and rushed to the bathroom with her continence and most of her dignity intact. What Maribel found made her stare in disbelief and total shock. Right there, in her own bathroom was a shiny, new detection toilet with its stupid authoritarian logo practically mocking her. WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!! I’M GONNA CALL THE DAMNED MAINTENANCE GUY AND FIND OUT WHO DID THIS! THIS IS MY APARTMENT AND….” Maribel’s furious internal diatribe was interrupted by an unmistakable hissing sound. She twisted her legs together desperately but the piss just kept coming. Maribel could hardly believe what was happening as her short grey skirt rapidly darkened and hot piss ran down her legs to the fluffy bath mat below. Maribel had wet herself inches away from the toilet. After drying herself off and regaining her composure, Maribel got on the phone. “You know this line is for emergencies only, Maribel.” “This is an emergency, Mike! How could you let someone replace my toilet without telling me?” “The city came and replaced all the toilets. They didn’t tell us in advance. But they’re free and much better than the ones we had before. Apparently it’s part of some new criminal apprehension kick the mayor’s on. Don’t you like yours?” Maribel didn’t want to sound like a crazy person, or worse, someone who had a suspicious reason to not want a detection toilet in their home. “Actually, it is very nice. I just like to know when people are in my apartment is all. It feels like an invasion of privacy.” “Totally understandable. Sorry for the intrusion. Anything else I can do for you?” “No, I’m sorry for being rude.” “No problem – have a good night”. Maribel’s hands shook as she ended the call, and she tried not to hyperventilate. This was bad – worse than she could have ever imagined. What the fuck was she going to do?

i finished this quite some time ago! took a couple of months, but a 10k word fanfiction commission for @aumonier95! thank you again! ------------------------ It’s been quite a long day at work. Nancy was in the break room, finishing up her lunch of a simple cold-cut sandwich and sipping the last of her coffee. It was her third coffee of the day, as she had been very tired earlier. As she exited the break room, she felt a little something in her abdomen: a need to pee. However, it was quite manageable, and she didn’t feel as though she could not hold it. She was a woman in her mid-forties, so of course she was gonna be able to hold it. Her obsidian-colored high heels click-clacked the linoleum floor as she briskly walked back to her cubicle. She had some filing to do, and a lot of it. She worked a simple office job at a desk, and primarily did data input. Her job requires her to do a lot of work revolving around numbers, estimations, and mainly, filing. Today, she was set to file tons of estimations and calculate some stuff for her boss. It needed to be done as soon as possible, so she knew she had to sit down and do as much as possible and try to finish it before clocking out. She sighed as she plopped into her rolling leather chair and retrieved the manilla file folder that contained the papers. As she spread them out, she remembered how she should have taken a quick trip to the bathroom, but figured it could wait until after her filing. As said before, it needed to be done as soon as possible. The papers seemed simple enough to do. She typed on her computer, shuffled the papers, and worked diligently. She continued this for an hour. After around an hour, her bladder gave her a dull pang to remind her of the fluid residing within it. However, she deliberately chose to ignore this, and continued her estimations and filing of papers. It had been an hour of nonstop work, but she still had tons to do. She was not even halfway done. The bathroom could wait for sure. Another hour had passed, and the fullness within her abdomen gradually increased. Not to a level where she needed to rush to the toilet or anything like that, but enough to make her mind drift to it from time to time. As she was halfway through her second hour of working on the filing and number processes, she heard people conversing around her. Nancy was typically not one to eavesdrop, but she could not ignore it, as they were talking rather loudly about a local topic. “Did you hear about the train strike?” a female coworker said to a male coworker. “Man, that sucks. The trains are gonna take forever, it feels,” said the male coworker. In this country, there were frequent train strikes, as the workers felt they were overworked and were not paid enough. Nobody ever did anything about these strikes, however employees left their conductor and train-esque jobs frequently due to them. The lone workers took their sweet time with the trains, and instead of a train arriving every fifteen minutes, like it usually would, they arrived every two hours. Due to this, her train would be delayed. She groaned inwardly at that fact. She just wanted to go home; she was tired and had grown tired of filing and calculating. She still had a bit more to go. She was finally more than halfway done with her work, then she could clock out and head home. The home that had grown from one hour away to three hours. She impatiently tapped her foot against the shaggy carpet beneath her computer desk as she filed away. Nancy wanted to go and use the bathroom, but she was practically glued to her chair as she worked. After another hour, she was finally done with the work she had to do. She neatly stacked the papers, saved her work on her computer, and put the papers in the file folder. As she stood up for the first time in over three hours, legs and butt aching, she felt the pressure in her bladder increase a tremendous amount. It was definitely manageable when sitting down, but now that gravity had affected her, it was a different story this time around. She felt her need increase from a dull ache to an almost painful throbbing. She sighed. Her heels did not clack on the floor this time, for the office area was mainly carpeted. She took steady steps towards her boss’s office, and gave a light rap on the wooden door. “Come in,” a voice from within peered out. One hand with the files, another on the knob, she turned the doorknob and gently pushed open. There her boss sat at his massive desk, the papers he was working on array and the computer glowing on his face. The day was overcast, and while there were ample fluorescent lights, the computer screen seemed to lighten up the room threefold. “Hello, sir. I have finished those documents and estimations you told me to do,” Nancy spoke as she closed the door behind her and approached his desk. “Excellent! You are such a hard worker. I really appreciate it,” the boss said as Nancy handed him the file folder. He grabbed it diligently, turned in his swiveling chair, and deposited it into a drawer full of similar (but differently marked tabs) file folders. Upon doing so, he rotated back to face her once more. “Is that all you wanted me to do today, sir?” Nancy asked. “Yes. You did great. I will be sure to review these and contact you in the morning in case you need to fix anything. You may leave now. Have a wonderful night, Nancy.” They smiled at each other. Nancy was a very diligent worker, and always knew what she was doing. She was sure there were no errors or anything she would have had to fix. She never had to. She turned and again opened the door, then exited and closed it quietly behind her. She sighed once more, this time in relief, as soon as the door closed. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and made her way to the room in which you clock in and out for your day’s work. As she punched out, she had totally forgotten she had a bladder filled with three coffee’s worth of urine inside of her. Coffee does not typically go right through her, as she was accustomed to the caffeine, however it did occasionally increase her need to urinate. She was exhausted, and knew she had a long train ride ahead of her. She got herself a free small coffee, and headed out the door with her briefcase in one hand and a very small cup of coffee in the other. As she walked briskly to the station and carefully sipped her coffee, as the liquid hit her stomach, a pang rang out: she had forgotten to pee before she left the office! After holding since this morning, along with drinking her fourth cup of coffee, how the hell could she forget?! Nancy worked for hours on the filing, her bladder on the backburner of her mind the entire time, yet she forgot altogether! She became panicky internally. Due to the train strike, she knew she would have to wait much, MUCH longer than usual to arrive at her home station, then she would have to have an agonizing walk home. Why, oh why, did she forget to use the bathroom?! She groaned internally, thinking of ways she could defeat this beast residing in her inner pouch. She resorted to using the bathroom on the train, despite it being most likely filthy and inhabitual for most people to stay in for longer than a few moments. Nancy was hoping she could just run in, do her business, and get out. That was the game plan. She would be unable to hold it if she did not apply the game plan to herself. Who knows, maybe it will have a line out the door if she waited even a second too long… There were no bathrooms in the waiting station area of sorts, so she would have to make do. Without consciously knowing it, she sipped her coffee nervously, adding on to the plethora of urine within her. She did not mean to do this, ultimately, but still, she drank, hands shaking. As soon as the cup was empty, instead of putting it in a trash can, she ended up putting it within her briefcase after draining the last drops. Nancy did not know why she did this, but figured it would be helpful if she kept the cup. Who knows, though. Once the cup was stashed within her briefcase, the train that ultimately led to her stop pulled into the station with gears and shifts moving about. A scraping sound could be heard as it pulled into the stop. There were already tons of people waiting around her, and upon the door opening to the train, a swarm of people exited the tiny door, like bursting pipes. Wait, no, it would not be wise to think of any water allegories right about now! Nancy’s bladder started to hurt. Not to a point where she would have to rush to a bathroom, but enough so that she could stride to a bathroom. As soon as the swarm of ant-like people left the train, there was considerable room for her. She strode into the entrance, scouted out a seat, and promptly sat down. Wait, what was that game plan again? Oh, right; find a bathroom as soon as possible once she got on the train! She didn’t want to leave her briefcase behind, so she picked it up and went looking for a suitable toilet to use. She traversed the cabins, only for her heart to sink: It had quite a long line. People had been waiting there for several stops! No, this could NOT be happening! Nancy’s eyes went wide in shock. By the looks of it, there were at least five other people bursting to use the toilet. They were not obvious, but judging by how their legs wrapped around one another, or the way they tapped their feet, it was contextual clues to give way into how badly they had to go. She could hold it. As she made her way back to her seat, her heart sank again: someone had taken her seat! She would usually ask for it back, but the middle-aged man sitting there looked like he had had a rough day, and did not want to be bothered (judging by the way he was reading his book intently with a borderline scowl on his face). He seemed to be a weird man, too, because the book he was reading seemed to be something uncharacteristic of him if you decided to judge a book by its cover. She had seen the synopsis for that book before; Nancy did not like how it sounded whatsoever. It seemed to be very against her political beliefs, and therefore she did not want to test this man. She internally groaned again, and found all the seats were taken at this point. Her little excursion to relieve herself, which utterly failed, proved to be disastrous against all odds. She resorted to standing on her aching high-heeled feet, grabbing the bar above her. She would stand for however long as possible. However, she felt like she was being stabbed in her feet, and her bladder was bothering her again, asking her somewhat politely to let the beast of burden within it out. It was trying its hardest to be polite, despite having tons of unreleased coffee within it. Nancy really wished she could sit down. She was yelling at herself in her brain for just not resorting to the game plan. She should have known there was going to be a line, especially considering the train strike currently happening! The trains were all backed up, and people were probably rushing from station to train to toilet. She decided to move from the busy cabin she was currently in back to the cabin with the toilet, but to stand there just in case the line moved. No, she was not going to stand in line; doing so would be indecent and show off the fact she had to use the restroom, which she would like to avoid doing. She did not want people to see her as a desperate young woman, bursting to use the restroom at the earliest possible convenience; that was just embarrassing. The cabin with the toilet seemed to be just as packed as the previous cabin, and she had to resort to standing again. The line seemed to have gained two people to it, as well, which was not good looks for Nancy. So, she resorted to standing there. Hopefully soon she could sit down and rest her aching bladder and feet. After about twenty minutes of standing there, hoping she could sit down at the next stop, the stop eventually happened. As soon as the train stopped and people started getting up, Nancy rushed to a lone seat, and plopped down. Sitting down felt like sitting on a toilet (almost) for her, and in sitting down her bladder almost put up a fight. The pressure of her stomach laying on top of her bladder pushed insanely as soon as she plunked into the seat. She thought she would lose it for a split second, but managed to regain control almost twice as fast as it came on. Nancy spread her legs discreetly and tried to stare out of the window to distract herself. She found spreading her legs to be helpful, even if it made her feel like she would lose it for a second. She could not do anything to give herself away, especially hold herself. That would be outright embarrassing and childish of her! Her gaze seemed to drift away from the window as the train pulled out of the stop once again, and drifted over to the seemingly longer line for the lone toilet now. She quickly shook her head. No use focusing on that right now. She was going to hold it until she got home, no matter what. She would die to hold it, if she had to! Another twenty-or-so minutes passed, another stop was done and made. More people seemingly entered the line, according to her vision whenever it just so happened to fixate on the line again before she shook it off. Oh, how she wished she could commit something as indecent as stand in a desperate bathroom line, but alas, she had a business-woman reputation to upkeep, and business women were professional. Not holding their crotch, unable to hold it, like a younger person. She rifled through her briefcase for a soft, paperback novel she was slowly working on. It was a mystery of sorts, sort of suspenseful. She was smack-dab in the middle of reading it previously, and it was a hefty novel. She spent most of her spare time indulging in it, and working on it. It was around five-hundred or so pages, and she was around the 200’s. Right now, it was an “arc” of sorts where the main character, a woman in her thirties named Pamela, trying to find out who killed her best friend, Jacob, after finding his lifeless body in a forest after notes led up to it. During this scene, Pamela was trapped in a car on the side of the road after driving to a building in a blizzard, and her car just stopped. Thankfully, she had help on the way, but it would not be there for a few hours at least, due to the blizzard and other calls. “As the car grew colder and colder…” Nancy read intently. The paragraphs went on for a bit, describing how it got colder and colder, and then something happened within the book. “As the cold increased, chilling me to the bone, I even found it to be bladder-chilling, as well. I remembered I have not used the bathroom in at least some time, and I drank a hot coffee I had made and brought in a thermos.” Nancy could not believe this was happening in the book. Of all times she could read this stupid novel, and it had to be at the time when she really had to use the bathroom?! How could this be? However, she needed the distraction so badly she decided to keep on reading. “It was not so bad when the car had stopped, but it has been an hour since the car stopped and I had to call for help. The need grew and grew.” Nancy could relate a lot to Pamela’s plight at the moment. Her own bladder’s need kept increasing by the minute. “I waited fervently for the emergency services to come tow me. The car was freezing at this point, and I had to wrap my parka around me tightly. Snow started to pile up on my windows and roof of the car. I could barely see outside, unbeknownst as to when help would arrive at this point.” Nancy practically sat on the edge of her seat. She wanted to find out how this ended for Pamela, even though she knew either way, it would not help her bladder one bit. If she made it, she would desire relief on the toilet even more; if she failed to make it, it would just make her wish she could let go like she did (if she does). She did not want to continue reading at the same time, however. She felt her bladder panging when Pamela’s needs came up within the book. It just reminded her how badly she had to go to the bathroom. Nancy looked up. The line for the bathroom always had someone new in it, and the train was full of people. She did not even realize it, but someone had decided to sit next to her. She crossed her legs in frustration, and tapped her toes against the flooring. Her eyes drifted back to her lengthy novel. “The minutes seemed to drone on, and the pouch within me holding fluid waste was getting more inclined to release its contents. I could not do that, though. I couldn’t step outside and pop a squat, per-say; the blizzard was continuing to rage. I would get snowed in the moment I stepped outside.” As Nancy read some more, she felt empathy go towards this fictional woman. She remembered a time when she was stuck in her car with a bladder full of a work day’s worth of urine. Rush hour traffic was killer in her area, back when she used to drive to work everyday. She was stuck in traffic for more than a couple of hours, after not peeing before she left work, insisting she could hold it and avoid a public restroom trip to the best of her abilities. This was proven to be a mistake to a high degree. She was supremely desperate around an hour into the traffic jam, around a nine on a scale of desperation of one to ten, ten being the most desperate. She had no idea that day if she would make it. Lucky for her, however, right when she was starting to dribble into the seat of her pants, traffic cleared up, and she swore she was going to get a ticket the way she sped home. She lived in a secluded area at the time, and when she got out of her car, she began to leak terribly. She was alone in the parking garage, so she just ripped her pants down, went into a squat, and pissed her brains out. The relief she felt that day had been ecstatic. She hoped the same relief could be felt for Pamela. Wait, thinking about this relief was making her feel worse. A lot worse. She needed to go so bad! She could not be thinking about relief and letting loose now. She had to hold on with everything she had. Her desperation had not peaked in a way that made it the most urgent she had ever had to go (yet…), it was not yet comparable to that fateful day she had. She had never been more embarrassed in her life, even though she knew no one had seen her; she had gotten home later than usual, after all. It was night in the city once she had gotten home, and it was a quiet weekend day. Still though, even remembering it made her flush red with regret. She wished she could have held it just a little longer that day. What if someone had seen? It would have been disastrous! Okay, Nancy, just go back to the stupid book. Stop remembering your own predicament; it’s just going to make you feel worse about yourself! Nancy told herself. Her eyes probed the soft pages of the paperbound novel. “The windows were almost completely blocked off with powdery, clean snow. Shivering, my body cold to the touch, I put my hands between my thighs to contain myself ever further. It was an embarrassing plight to be in, for sure, but the warmth of my crotch toasted up my icy hands. The sudden temperature change almost made me leak.” Why was it getting so “in depth” about her desperation?! Did the author have something against (or for) women who needed to urinate?! How odd. Did people really like that sort of thing? How could someone enjoy seeing someone in pain like that? Nancy’s brain racked itself with questions. Her eyes skipped a few lines of explanation within the book. “Another hour had passed. I was beyond needing to use a bathroom at this point. I fervently looked around the interior of my car, hoping almost vainly I would find something I could release myself into or on.” Nancy’s brain went back to thinking about Pamela. What was she going to do? “As my hands grabbed myself desperately, hoping for some semblance of a relief or lift of the pain, I felt my almost-numb hands be greeted with a spurt of liquid heat.” Oh, Lord. Now she was going to pee herself?! This did not help Nancy whatsoever. She practically winced, not wanting to see what happens, but also needing to find out Pamela’s fate in her snowed-in car. “‘No, no no…!’ I rambled out loud to nobody. It was a quick spurt, not too damaging, but it clearly leaked outside of my thick, heavy-duty pants.” “The relief I felt from the brief spurt had been as brief as the spurt; now my body craved more of an explosive release. I needed to soak the car!” Nancy felt her face turn red again. Oh, no… Was Pamela going to…? “Finally, I could not take it anymore. I resigned myself to sitting on the edge of my car seat, my crotch not connected to the seat but dangling over the edge, despite being locked up in a pair of pants. “I scrunched up my face, and relaxed my strained, taut body and bladder.” Nancy promptly looked out the window upon reading this, realizing the train had made yet another stop. She was alone in her seat again. Oh, no; What if someone saw what she was reading? She rolled her eyes to the back of her head just thinking about it. She knew it was not likely, but she still had to worry about it, with weird people looking over at what you do on trains a lot. She stared out of the window, considering her own dilemma. She was about an hour-or-so into her journey home. She had around two more hours to go, she estimated. The stops were not as frequent today, due to the strikes mentioned earlier. Outside of the window, she could see buildings stacked against one another, making for a blocky perspective. She could not see beyond the buildings, so she brought her attention back to the interior of the train. Her eyes seemed to have drifted to the neverending line to the bathroom again. Nancy happened to notice two people, seemingly desperate to use the toilet. They were both women, middle-aged at first glance, but upon looking at them further, realized they could have passed as being in their thirties or perhaps younger. They were going through all of the subtle motions of desperation; one of them tapped her foot, the other clenched her thighs together. Nancy practically stretched her ears to eavesdrop on their conversation. “Oh, wow, I really should have gone before I left,” the shorter woman exclaimed. She had long red hair, and lots of freckles. She was not wearing anything too fancy, just a simple business casual outfit. “Tell me about it,” the taller of the two said. She had darker skin, frizzy brown hair done in a bun, and an outfit that popped on her. She was wearing a bright pink T-shirt and lighter-than-normal blue jeans. They were not near the end of the line; they seemed to be doing well. They tried not to vocalize their needs, as Nancy could tell, but they were obviously acting the desperation part out. The darker skinned woman rubbed her hands on her thighs, while the ginger woman crossed her arms and noticeably clenched her thighs together, as well. Nancy could not take it. Why was she surrounded by people needing to pee, while she really needed to go?! The coincidences were uncanny at this point. She could not help herself: she could not take her eyes off of the subtle women. They were slowly approaching the end of the line, what with the toilet door and all. They started to converse with each other, suddenly. “I need to go so bad I could just pop right now,” the freckled lady said to the other. “Right. I’ve, honestly, felt the same.” Nancy did not want to hear anymore, but she was inclined to see how this turned out for them. Another person stepped out of the bathroom, and the unbeknownst man in front of them entered the toilet, closing the partition-like door behind him. The two women noticeably got more “desperate,” the feeling palpable in the air. Nancy could feel, from a radar glance, their desperation gaining more intense. Of course, it was obvious both were going to make it, as evident from how close they were in line to the bathroom, but still, Nancy could not help but imagine them in a worse predicament than what they were currently facing: a bulging bladder unable to aid itself any longer, exploding down the aisle of the train and flooding the floor… Wait. Not again! Nancy could not keep letting her mind drift to more and more urination! It was impertinent that she remained distraction-free, and focused on her goal: getting home dry! However, she did like entertaining the thought of one of the two women suffering more than she currently was. It made her feel evil, but she was glad she was somewhat in the same boat as someone, much less two people. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door opening right near her. Was it just her, or was the crimson-haired woman facially and visibly delighted in finally having access to a toilet? She seemed to smile in relief as the door slid open, and noticeably hurried herself into the cubicle. The darker-haired woman’s eyebrows seemed to turn up, almost, within Nancy’s eyeshot. The middle-aged business woman shot her eyes to the side, not wanting it to make it seem like she was staring at the somewhat visibly desperate woman. Sure, she was not super obvious, but she was still giving off hints that she would rather be relieving herself into a cool toilet rather than standing there. Eventually, Nancy’s head turned automatically as she heard the door open once more, with the shorter woman looking visibly relieved. She glanced at the Black woman as she stepped into the miniscule toilet retreat, giving a slight grin. Her hair moved with her as she made her way back to her seat. Three more people had taken up the area in line behind the Black woman. Well, Nancy was glad that went as fine as it could have gone. What was she expecting, a full-blown accident to occur? Maybe even a double whammy? Surely not. These were grown women who could hold their bladders, not impertent children. The train had resumed its journey again without Nancy realizing. She started thinking to herself, hoping that she did not seem too interested in the strangers’ business. She did not mean to eavesdrop when they said they were needing the loo, but how could she have not? They were in a public setting, gladly saying that for anyone to hear. Nancy thought about it for a moment, pondering on why she started thinking about them urinating themselves. Why had she wanted that, even for a split second? That was very uncharacteristic of her. She was a stoic, grown woman, who had a hint of warmth to her. She was somewhat repressed sexually, and could not even consider why someone would have a fetish for bodily fluids of that nature. She shook her head. Why not just return to her novel and stop backtracking into things she could not control? It was her head. She ultimately settled on the fact she could not control her thoughts sometimes. Her finger slipped between the pages to find the dog eared page of paper, finding it almost immediately and opening it. She began to read where she left off previous to the needing women near her. However, she had forgotten one key component: she had left off to where Pamela was relieving herself in her car! “As I relaxed my frozen body, I felt an explosion of liquid heat start streamlining out of me. A loud hissing sound punctured the freezing air, almost seeming tangible.” A chill went up and down Nancy’s spine as she imagined Pamela’s relief. Her bladder throbbed within her abdomen upon reading the lines listed on the soft page. It had started taking an edge to the pain. Nancy had managed to distract herself for so long, and felt little to no pressure within her, but once she read those words, the need to urinate hit her like an anvil falling from the sky. Her bladder anxiously panged. She crossed her legs impatiently and swung her head to see the line for the bathroom again. More people had quietly joined the line. The sound of the door to the cubicle had been muted in her mind, due to distractions, but now the sliding of the door seemed to resonate so loudly within the bustling train. It creaked and grinded against the sliding mechanics as an older man entered the miniscule toilet reprieve. Not wanting to return to the book so soon, with her bladder beginning to ache and sending signals to her nonstop, she returned her gaze to the window. The train had loudly screeched to a stop about a minute prior. She was sitting in a seat that faced away from the train station. The door would be opposite to her, if it was in the cabin with her, so to say. So, when she looked outside of the window, she did not see the station or anyone entering or waiting. What she did see, however, was yet another bathroom. Of course, this station’s bathroom had an even longer line than the one inside the train had! Not only that, the people were noticeably more desperate in this line! They were subtly desperate, like the two ladies from before, but still, she could see the signs and symptoms of needing to use the bathroom in most, if not all of the line. The person right outside of the door actually had his hands buried within his thighs. He was a young adult man with tannish skin and short black hair. Apparently he needed to go so bad he was willing to give up his visual dignity to the strangers to keep holding on! He seemed to be visibly trembling, as well. The woman next to him in line had her thighs clenched together, like the woman from before on the train did. She did not seem as bad as the man in front of her, but the other woman behind her, seemingly older judging from her graying hair, had her legs crossed and was tapping her foot impatiently. The other two people were not as visible, but one had their arms crossed, while the last person in the line had their hands clenched to their sides. Nancy’s eyes went wide at the sight. She could not believe this. How come there was a bathroom right outside of her window, of all windows on the train?! How did they stop so perfectly?! Why did she keep getting reminded of how badly she had to use the toilet?! She brought her focus back inwards towards herself. Her bladder’s status was worse off than before. It felt like a heavy weight in her, weighing down on her vagina. Her sphincter was struggling a bit, trembling beneath her, to keep in the work day’s worth of urine. She estimated her stop would not be for at least another hour. Could she hold it? She absolutely refused to join the bathroom line. Unlike the other people, she wanted to keep her dignity, and not reveal that she was another “improper” person. She did not hold ill will towards the people who did need to relieve themselves, but she did find them a bit embarrassing, and she did not want to show herself off as the same kind. She was professional, a business woman, in strictly business clothes. Her feet ached, despite sitting down. Wearing high heels gets to you eventually, you know. She started to think about how she would go about getting off when she got to her stop. Would she even be able to move? Considering she was at least an eight on the scale of needing to urinate right now, and she had over an hour left of the ride, she could not estimate how truly full she would be when the time finally came to get off the train and head home. Not only that, she had to walk home. In high heels. And a tight-ish business attire, with a discrete belt around her waist. Her walk home took around fifteen minutes. Would she even be able to handle it? Nancy realized suddenly she could not handle thinking about this anymore. She did not want to imagine the consequences of not using the bathroom before she left the office. She knew, deep down within her gut, that something disastrous was going to happen, however she refused to believe she would wet herself. Barely make it? Sure. But she was adamant on not wetting herself, especially in public. If anyone saw her uncontrollably peeing herself, and if anyone at her office found out, she was done for. She would never live it down. She knew even if an accident occured, people from her job would never find out; she did live an hour-or-so away from the office. Still, though, she had anxiety over the prospect of losing any sliver of dignity she had to a bodily function she could not control. She could have just given up and joined the bathroom line, but then she remembered how the bathrooms were practically never cleaned. She used to use the train toilets in the past, before she was promoted to a highly technical and professional role in her job, and she would always have to wipe off the seat or watch where she stepped. She knew the people did not care for these bathrooms as much as, say, a restaurant or business’s bathroom. They practically made sure to disgrace the cubicle. Sighing to herself, Nancy sat there contemplating what to do. She was at another stop, awaiting the train to continue its lugging journey towards where she resided, almost. The train began to go forward once more after some moments. She tried to guesstimate how much longer she had until she would arrive at her stop, but considering how much time she had spent distracted and lost in her own head, she forgot where she was. She stopped thinking for a moment, stopped dwelling on where she was. This turned out to be a mistake. All of her focus suddenly went onto her bladder, which suddenly ached like nothing before. Her legs, spread open slightly, squeezed together at the sudden pang of fiery throbbing that resided within her abdomen. Her hands almost shot in between her thighs, but she resisted with great strength. She was fit to bursting at this point, with no idea where she even was or when she would get to her stop. She urgently tapped her foot. The toilet flushing for the cubicle made her bladder scream out in agony. Oh, how she wished she could relieve herself! Nancy stared outside of the window beside her, trying to distract herself with the scenery. The grays of the city she was passing through all blended together into one concrete blur. Her mind was racing. She could not believe the predicament she was in. She was beyond an eight on the desperation scale at this point in time. She wanted to go home. She wanted to sit herself onto her cold porcelain throne and piss away. She could not deal with this anymore than she already has. Her head swung from side to side. The cabin was surprisingly empty for once. The line was non-existent at this point, and no one was sitting beside her. Wincing, she decided to stick one hand between her trembling thighs. Her purse slightly covered up her hand in between her pants. Her right hand plunged between her legs, grasping her crotch with a death grip. She stopped caring. She needed relief from her extreme pain, now. Her bladder was so full, it was taking all of her muscle strength to clench her sphincter shut and not let even a single drop of urine out into her unsuspecting business pants or silk panties. Grabbing herself in the most embarrassing fashion worked. Yes, if anyone boarded the cabin, they would immediately see her clenching her pussy with her hand, but she was delirious with the need to gush piss everywhere. Nancy had reached her breaking point long ago. Clenching, she closed her eyes for a moment to bask in the relief of holding herself. Her desperation went from around eight-point-seventy-five to now a seven-and-a-half. Still needed to pee quite badly, but it helped. A lot. Suddenly, over the overhead speakers, a voice announced the stop they were currently approaching. She listened carefully, then realized she was around two stops away from her stop! Relief was in sight! She removed her hand from between her medium-sized thighs, knowing she could hold it without embarrassing herself for the next thirty minutes. She had to. She did not want to ruin her image, of course, but she was starting to break apart. She was bursting at the seams. All the coffee was screaming out within her to be let out. She could hardly breathe fully at this point. The liquid-filled pouch within her seemed to be full to the brim. She just wanted them to say the name of her stop over the loudspeaker adorned in each cabin of the train. She had been here for hours already. The strikes did a number on when everyone got home today. Looking outside of the window, the sky was dusky and starting to be filled with stars as the sun was finishing its descent below the horizon. She knew she had to be careful in the dark. She typically got home before the sun finished setting. The train stopped at the stop second-to-last before hers. Some people boarded, one going into the bathroom cubicle. Another stood outside of the door. Despite this, Nancy contemplated sticking her right hand between her sweaty thighs once more. She did not care. She knew she would never see these people again. Nancy muttered to herself, as quietly as possible, “I gotta pee… Fuck, I gotta go…” Normally she kept her language modest, without the use of swearing, but this was a dire emergency. She had to vent it out one way or another. Nancy tapped her foot against the floor again, thighs clenched tightly The sun had finished setting. The horizon had a bit of orange-yellow adorning it, but the moon was full and high in the sky, as well. The speaker spoke out once more. This time, however, it made Nancy’s heart plummet right into her stomach. “Due to someone attempting to jump onto the train tracks, we will have to make an emergency stop. This will last around half-an-hour to an hour. Sorry for the inconvenience.” She could not even remotely believe it. Here was Nancy, about to get to her stop, when all of sudden everything had to be destroyed right in front of her eyes. How could this even happen?! She was so, so close! There can’t be an emergency stop now! There could NOT be! She almost screamed, but instead of screaming, she groaned along with practically everyone else in the cabin surrounding her. People had places to go, homes to go to and cook dinner in, meanwhile Nancy was battling for her life trying not to urinate all over her clothes, the chair, and the floor. Would she be able to handle this? She had serious doubts in her mind whether she was going to make it. Maybe she could use the toilet cubicle. Except when she went to check on it, the line seemed to have grown. She did not want to stand up at all. Nancy knew if she did, all of the urine would go towards her urethra due to gravity. She felt like reverting to primal desires and letting loose all over the floor. She was in the first phases of not caring anymore, especially about her reputation. Her bladder continued to fill, even though it felt like it could not be filled anymore than it already was. What was she to do in this situation of bodily needs? Fishing her book out of her purse, she opened to a page not even dogeared on the page, and tried to read. In her desperate state, however, she could not focus on it for the life of her. She tried to read some, but it all translated as garble in her head. She practically slammed the book shut, and whipped her head to the window. Nancy began tapping her food again while her legs were crossed over each other. She did not want to be noticeably desperate, but at the same time, she had no choice. She had to be perceived in order to make it. The train was stopped. There was no blur of passing cityscapes and small trees to take her mind off her overflowing bladder. She was at a loss as to what to do. Nancy had made her final decision. She was to use the toilet cubicle. There was no other choice, other than to give everything a thorough soaking through her pants. She looked at the queue. It was miraculously empty! Nancy shot up to make her way over to it. This caused her fear to happen, though: all of the pee residing inside of her made its way towards her sphincter with gravity hitting her like a brick to the face. She had to take a moment to recompose herself. Unfortunately, as she was recomposing herself, a man managed to make his way and slide the cubicle door shut. How could this be happening?! The one time she had a literal emergency on her hands and could not hold it any longer! With reluctance, she stood outside of the cubicle door. She did not mean to, but she heard him grunting within the miniscule room, hinting to the fact he would not be out anytime soon. She groaned internally once again. As she stood there, trying to focus on kegeling and keeping her ocean inside of her, a woman came up behind her. She was a bit shorter than Nancy, with a modest haircut. She was dyed blonde, but obviously had some black roots showing through at the top of her scalp. She was dressed in business attire, a short pencil skirt and short-sleeve button-up shirt. Nancy immediately knew this woman was about as desperate as well. She had no shame, though; she was freely grabbing her crotch through her skirt with one hand, the other hand clenched into a fist at her side. Her face appeared to be shiny with sweat. “Are you okay?” Nancy asked the almost-frantic woman. It took all of her strength to just mutter that without releasing. “Y-Yeah, just… Need to go, you know?” the woman replied with a slight smile on her face. “Same here.” “I was waiting for the train to stop at my stop, so I could use my bathroom at home, however with this delay… That will not be possible,” the dyed-blonde woman said back. “Tell me about it.” Nancy smiled. “I have to go really bad, but at least it is not as bad as when I was stuck in traffic a few weeks ago…” Nancy did not want to hear about this. She did not want to remember her own desperate traffic jam incident from years prior. She was too shy to say anything to reject further talk, though. “Oh. Yeah?” Nancy started to tremble slightly. Her bladder was banging at the door of her sphincter. “Yeah. I was stuck in traffic after a long shift without a bathroom break, and I wanted to make it till I got home, as I dislike public bathrooms.” Nancy was in shock. How did this woman have such similar experiences and preferences regarding the bathroom as her? Why was she talking about all of this freely?! Nancy could not imagine being the same way; even standing at the bathroom door was embarrassing enough for her. “Oh.” “Yes. Then, since it was rush hour, I got stuck in a miles-long jam. It was hell on earth!” “Mm.” Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Nancy thought to herself. She did not want to be rude, though, so she just stood there, trying to resist the urge to grab herself between her thighs again. She knew the other woman would not care, since she was freely grabbing herself, but she did not want others to see. “I started leaking and stuff, you know? I could not handle being in that jam. I had to resort to a McDonald’s cup in my car!” She gave a slight chuckle at her own story-retelling. “Oh, God,” Nancy said solemnly. “Tell me about it! I ended up having to cut my stream short since the cup was a small size, too!” Nancy could not deal with this anymore. “Do you want to go before me?” Anything to shut her up. “Please. If that is okay… I really hope I can make it…” The other woman replied. They stood in silence for a few moments, then the toilet within the cubicle could be heard flushing, causing Nancy’s bladder to hurt achingly. After another moment, the older gentleman came out, the door audibly sliding open. The other woman practically pushed past him in her desperation. Nancy stopped caring about using the toilet, especially knowing it would most likely smell bad due to the man prior. She made her way back to her seat next to the window, which was still empty despite being gone for so long. Plopping down into the seat made her bladder pang inwardly, and made her slightly reconsider using the toilet once more. However, an announcement came over the speakers. “We are sorry about the delay. The train will resume working now. Next stop…” Nancy realized her stop was next! At last! Sure, it was gonna take some time to get to, with the strike and all, but still… Hope was in sight, a light at the end of the tunnel! She definitely could not use the bathroom now. If she did, she would most likely miss her stop, considering how much urine was within her. She knew it would take at least a minute to fully empty herself at this rate. She was approaching the end of an eight on the scale of desperation, and rapidly growing to a nine. Despite using all of her muscles to hold her deluge of piss in, she was still straining horribly and fighting for her sense of dignity. The train seemingly slowly chugged along the track. Nancy had noticed not many people were in the cabin once more, so, with her purse in her lap, she discreetly slipped her hand between her clothed thighs, clutching herself with a death grip. Sweat was forming on her brow. It hurt. It hurt really bad. She could not believe that a person could hold this long, with having so much to drink during the day. She had not gone since… She couldn't even remember! It was probably before she left for work, or near the start of her shift. Looking outside of the window for the millionth time that day seemed to fail as a distraction. She could not focus on the blurring scenery, each landmark and building and leaf and tree blending into one another to form a solid wall of blurriness. Hurry up… I gotta pee… Please, hurry up…! Nancy chanted to herself in her head, knowing it would not make the train go any faster, but she did not care. She needed everything in her power to make it home, make it to the toilet, throw herself on it, and let it rip. She took her hand out from between her thighs, knowing she could hold it until she stopped at her station. Her belt was cutting into her swollen abdomen, making her reach a nine on the desperation scale. Suddenly, the train began to slow. It would take another minute, or even less than that, to reach her stop, she estimated. “Yes!” she could not help but exclaim as the train slowed more and more. Then, as soon as it started slowing, it abruptly stopped, making Nancy tilt forward slightly. Before the train even fully stopped, she was clutching her purse and rising to her feet. Once again, gravity became her worst enemy, and a leak threatened to make itself known. She could not hold herself, though. She rushed over to the doors, before anyone else could get a chance to. The doors opened as she reached them, and she practically waddled out of the transportation locomotive. Her legs shook as she stepped on the yellow line in the concrete below her. Her nine was quickly rising to a nine-point-twenty-five on the scale of needing to urinate. Walking made it slightly more bearable, but she was still at risk of having an accident. Now, for the most challenging task she will face this week: walking the fifteen minute route to her abode. The sky was dusky, the moon rising in the sky. As Nancy made her way to the sidewalk, she noticed a cafe! She could use their bathroom! She hobbled over, only to find out it was closed. She almost started kicking the door in anger. “I guess I’ll just… Walk home,” she said out loud to only herself. Walk? More like waddling and hobbling along the sidewalk for fifteen minutes until she got to her place. She was past the nine-point-twenty-five on the desperation scale; she was now approaching nine-and-a-half. She could not take the pain anymore, and not only that, she was at risk of leaking. Thus, Nancy resigned to holding herself with one hand. It was that bad. She needed this aid to help her hold it, lest she would never make it home dry. She painstakingly made her way home, one hand gripping her pussy through her pants like a death claw. It was night, and not too many people were out, but the people she did happen to pass by ended up staring at her. She shot them a dirty look every time. “I gotta gooo… I gotta piss…” she mumbled to herself as she took careful steps to avoid a full-blown accident right in public. She was beyond desperate, beyond the day in the traffic jam. She could not even believe how desperate she was; her bladder swelled, a round mound on her abdomen protruding, her belt digging into it painfully. She could not take the agony anymore, and riskily slipped her hand away from her crotch so she could unbuckle her belt. Might as well do it now so I don’t have to struggle with it later… Nancy thought to herself. Undoing her belt was the best decision she had made that day. Immediately she went from a nine-and-a-half back to a nine-point-twenty-five. Now she could hold it in easier. She continued to walk at a snail’s pace down the sidewalk, the moon illuminating her way. Despite undoing her belt, her bladder started to rise back to a nine-point-five. She was so, so close, though. She could almost taste the relief awaiting her when she got home. Each step felt shaky and risky. She was trembling horribly, still grasping herself usefully. After some more time, she saw her house in the distance. With glee, she attempted to pick her pace up slightly, to get there faster. She was in too much pain to run; it would jostle her bladder horribly, each step would send dribbles out, she thought. “Almost there… Come on… I got this…” Nancy mumbled for only herself to hear. As she approached her abode’s front steps and porch, she saw someone. Her neighbor was out on his porch, next to her house, smoking a cigarette. She quickly removed her hand from in between her thighs, hoping he did not see it. Once she got to her front steps, he noticed her. “Hey, Nancy. Wow, you are home late tonight. I usually see you before it is this dark!” he remarked at her. “Uh, yeah… You know, the train strike and all…” She did not want this right now. She had to get inside and use her toilet, NOW. The choking smell of cigarette smoke filled the air between the two. Nancy tried to make him shut up with only her mind, hoping telepathy was somehow real and he would leave her alone. Despite this, he continued. “How was your day?” he asked, not knowing she had a literal ocean residing within her. “Ah, uh… Fine. Just fine. Calculations and data and stuff.” Normally she would give a quick rundown of everything, as he had asked this many times before when she arrived home, but this time she had to hurry. It was a race against her bladder at this point, and she was rising to a nine-point-seventy-five, despite her belt being undone… Oh, shit. Her belt was undone. That’s right! She prayed he could not see it unbuckled, prayed he would not see her bulging abdomen which was practically twice its normal size. “Ah. Well, I guess I will leave you alone,” he remarked. He put out his cigarette, turned around, and opened his door, light flooding the porch of his. With a sigh of relief, Nancy remembered another thing: She had to get her key out, to unlock her door. Now that she was alone, she crossed her legs as she held open her purse with one hand to fish them out. She could not find her keys! What the hell? With agitation, she rifled through her purse forcefully, checking everything among the countless receipts, coupons, and so on. She found them after a minute, but as she was putting the key into the lock, her hands were shaking so badly she dropped her bundle of keys onto the welcome mat! She could not believe this was happening, not at all. She folded over to grab them, and as her bladder pushed in on itself, she felt herself reach a nine-point-nine, just point-one points away from the ten, the explosive ten. Nancy groaned as she picked up her jingling keys with a hand that could not stay still for the life of her. She finally, finally, finally got the correct key into the lock, turned it, and the door clicked open. At last! She was in her own home now, dry as ever. Did she really make it? Moving her hand back to in between her thighs, she walked through the doorway and slammed the door shut behind her. Now for another challenge: getting to her bathroom. It was on the second floor, of course. Luckily, she did not have many stairs to climb up. She hobbled once more over to her staircase, and slowly ascended each step. She had to hold herself with a death grip again in order to not spurt uncontrollably. She quickened her pace. She was so, so close. At long last, she made it to the top stair, the second floor. Now down the hallway to the toilet. She put her free hand on her wall, sliding it with her as she went, for stability. She felt as though she would fall over at any moment. There it was. The bathroom door! Gathering her strength, she broke out into a desperate mad dash, trying to reach the door before she finally hit the ten. Quickly arriving at the door, she violently grabbed the doorknob and twisted it open. There it was. The holy grail. The porcelain throne. Her hand goes down to her pants to unbutton them, but it is too late. Upon seeing the toilet, her bladder had decided it was over. It was time, even though her pants were nowhere near being off. Urine forcibly jets out of her before she even knows what’s happening. Within seconds, hot liquid relief has flooded through her business attire, and a puddle is developing on the tile flooring. “Wh… What?!” Nancy exclaimed. How could this be happening?! She did everything right, and yet here she was, pissing herself uncontrollably! And so close to the prize, to boot! PSHHHHHH. A hard stream of pee loudly screamed out of her as she fell to her knees, dizzy with relief. She had made it home, at least. Nobody could see her doing this. Panting, she looked down to see the bright yellow puddle expand, soaking through the calves of her pants. She then brought her head up to look at the toilet while still hissing away. “Unbelievable…” she groaned. After over a minute of violently soaking her pants with a jet so hard it was spraying through the fabric, her stream died down to the point where it was gentler, getting more weak, and then, finally stopping. Nancy realized she had closed her eyes in the middle of urinating herself, and opened her eyes. Her floor had a golden lake spreading it, pee seeping between the tiles. She stood up cautiously. Her pants were soaked through; there was not even a hint of dryness on them. No dry spots at all. It even somewhat climbed its way up her shirt, too, the hem of it being soaked. “I guess that’s the last time I forget to use the toilet before leaving work…” she remarked out loud. At least no one saw her. She could thank her lucky stars for that one. “Thanks, I guess,” she said to no one in particular.

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Quick note: finally sharing another fic. Started this back in July only to finish it now. Enjoy and tell me what you think! On with the show now! The large office building's door swung open as Chloe quickly paced in. She was quite the pretty woman. She was 27, on the shorter side, had rather light skin and a short, straight, brown bob cut, which made her look proffesional and sexy at the same time. Her clothing consisted of a tight grey business skirt, ending slightly above her knees, a black pantyhose and a white blouse that beautifully wrapped around her voluptuous breasts. The sleeves of it were rolled up slightly on her arms. She was also carrying her handbag on her shoulder as well as an overbearing ammount of pee in her bladder, bulging out of her skirt. She wanted to believe she did a good job hiding her need, but anyone could tell something was up with this lady. The clacking of her modestly-sized high heels against the fancy tiles of the floor echoed through the mostly empty office lobby, occasionally swaying off of her rhythm as her overflowing bladder sent spasms throughout her body, causing all sorts of squirming from the cute worker. She reached the elevator and furiously, pressed the button, begging for its soon arrival. She stood with her legs tight together, as she was worried that even the smallest opening will flood her white lacey panties. From the desk came the pretty receptionist's, Amber's, greeting. The contrast her dark skin and curly hair gave to the mostly white lobby deffinetly made her position perfect from an aesthetic point of view. Who wouldn't want to be greeted by this beautiful woman? "Morning Chloe!" "Oh, uh, h-hi hi!" She turned to face Amber and crossed her legs in the process. Amber giggled a little. "Firstly, you're really early and secondly, what's up? Did you forget to pee or something?" "Not quite. My roommate got sick and spent the whole morning in the bathroom. I thought I'd just get here as soon as I can, though that might've been a mistake." "How come?" "I'm seriously bursting! I didn't know that traffic at this time of day was so bad!" She pressed her right leg tightly against the left. She could feel the inside of her thighs getting sweaty. Amber giggled once more. "So you've been holding in all your night's pee?" "And my morning coffee. I just couldn't do without it." Amber was finding the situation humorous, as seen by her laughs. Truth be told, she thought Chloe looked cute standing there, squirming in front of her. "I've deffinetly been there before too. Just reccently, in fact, I almost wet myself on the way home." "Woah really? Uh, was it bad?" "Lets just say it was an extra close call. Maybe I'll tell you the details over coffee some time." "Ooooh... pleeaase don't even mention that!" Amber laughed a little. "Well your morning's been off to a good start. Anyway, your ride's here." Chloe turned back. The elevatot doors opened and she waddled in. "Good luck! I hope you make it to the finish line dry!" "Th-Thanks!" Chloe sighed out with a short smile and giving a quick thumbs-up to Amber. Holding it all in was getting more and more energy-consuming by the second. The elevator doors closed and it started climbing up to her floor. The sudden movememt sloshed the pee inside her swollen bladder, assaulting poor Chloe's nerves on all fronts. "HNG-!" she yelped, as she felt a surge of pain from her abdomen that caused her lips to part and release a small trickle of urine out of her and into her white lacey panties. Now with nobody around, she pulled up her skirt and held herself between her legs, pressing onto her pussy with all her might and pee-danced like her life depended on it. As she pressed on it, she felt how sticky her lips had become. This only made accentuated her need for release. The seal had been broken and the dam was breaking further. 10 more floors. "Oh god, oh no, oh god, oh god!" she muttered to herself, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead, serving no good, only reminding her of all the liquid inside her. She could feel her hands getting wet with sweat, at least she hoped it was only sweat. Her wet panties clinged to her privates. 7 more floors. "Shit, shit, shit." If she wet herself, it'd be disastrous. Her skirt was grey. If it got wet, it would be impossible to not notice it. She couldn't come back to work anymore and look any of her colleagues in the eye. Feeling her bladder slightly calm down, she removed her hands to inspect the damage on her panties. She rolled up her skirt and looked down at them. She was shocked at the size of the dark wet spot on them and the size of the enormous bulge of her bursting bladder as it pushed her skirt out. Knocking her knees together and stepping in place, she gently caressed it, feeling how hard to the touch her liquid vault had become. Another leak came, this time ignoring her panties and dampening her pantyhose. This caused her to twist back up once more. Pushing her hands hard against her quivering womanhood and dancing around the metal box lifting her to the salvation she so desperately needed. She unzipped the side of her skirt a little, revealing the side of her panties. She hoped her bladder bulge got more room to grow and it'll be easier to pull her skirt down later. The problem was, there was no way her vault could expand more. It had gone almost rock-solid. Chloe would reach the limits of its flexibility very, very soon. 4 more floors. "Just a little more... just a little more. Please hold on just a little more!" The sound of her high heels stepping on the metal floor, the sound her pantyhose made from her rubbing her legs against each other and her heavy, strained breathing resonated throughout the elevator. If you paid attention, you could almost hear the sound her sticky lips made, being constantly rubbed against each other and pushed on to. She grabbed the railing on the wall for balance and lift her leg up, pressing it against the other, almost crushing her hand between her thighs. "Fhuck.. I have to go so fucking bad." 1 more floor. Depite how impossible it sounded, she had to compose herself. She gave her now wet pussy one last good squeeze before removing her hands and pulling her skirt back down. She uncrossed her legs, but still kept them close together. Her sphincter muscles were strained almost to the point of pain, as it was bassically the only thing keeping her night's worth of pee and morning coffee inside her. The elevator arrived on her floor and she exited it. Before her was an open floor office room, but the bathroom was the only place she intended to go. With every step, her bladder sent strong pulses from her abdomen all throughout her body. She had composed herself earlier thinking someone else would be here, but she had arrived an entire hour early to work so her floor was completely empty. She was thankfull for it and expressed her gratitude by pressing both her hands against the front of her skirt and resuming her peedance. She knew where the bathrooms were. From the elevator straight to the right was the door to the throne of her relief. She was growing increasingly frantic. The sign for the ladies was right in front of her, almost taunting the poor woman's bladder, but she just couldn't move any faster. If she did, she'd completely piss herself. Her desk was right on the way to the toilet. She dropped her handbag on her seat. It fell off, but she didn't care. All she cared for was not exploding and keeping her bottom half dry. She strained all her muscles with every step. Her hands were back under her skirt, pushing into her exhausted pussy. The wet patch had grown enough that she was now sure her hands were wet from pee. She was getting teary-eyed as her clothes were growing increassingly moist. "This can't be happening!" She said out loud through heavy breaths. She raised her head up and rejoiced. The toilet was right in front of her. She was not gonna give up now. Channeling all her strength into her left hand, she squeezed herself shut as her right hand reached for the handle. She pulled. It opened. There it was. That what she litterally hadn't seen since yesterday: a toilet. It was too much. She felt it all coming. The time for caution was over. She ran in, not even closing the door. Her zipper was already open so all she had to do was pull her skirt up. Without a second thought she did so, but in doing that she pushed it onto her bladder. It was as if a water balloon had gotten a hole poked into it because she started peeing full-force. A full-blown panic overtook her. She threw the toilet seat up, pulled her pantyhose and panties down and sat down in one swift motion while her stream had already started splashing down on the floor. Finally. Relief at last. She blasted her stored up liquids into the toilet. Her bulge grew smaller and smaller as it deflated. The door was still open so a crashing roar could be heard all throughout the floor. Chloe herself could not care less. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, her arms hung to her sides. She let out a long sigh as her face deeply blushed. All she cared for was that she made it. Sort of. She wasn't done yet, but she started to assess the damage. She looked out the door and saw a trail of dark spots on the carpet. Without a doubt from her. The tile floor of the ladies' also had a small puddle from when she already began peeing. The carpet would dry and she could wipe the floor with toilet paper. But then came the part she feared most: her clothes. She looked down. Her white lacey panties were soaked completely. They were still dripping drops of pee as her torrent crashed on and on in the bowl. Her pantyhose also had a wet spot that had started running down the insides of her thighs. Luckily her skirt was already up when she began peeing so there was no wet spot on it. "Goddammit." Was all she said, though not in a sad tone. Rather, an annoyed one. You see, this isn't the first time Chloe had a close call in her adult life. At least this time it really wasn't her fault. She was used to this and had already began plotting how to cover up her tracks. Her stream dwindled down to a trickle and soon ended. Chloe took a deep breath. "Okay." She wiped her womanhood, shivering slightly with pleasure as her privates were sensitive like they had been many times before in situations like these. She kept her skirt rolled up and took off her pantyhose and panties, dropping them into the sink. She got up from the toilet with her beautifull butt and slightly hairy pussy fully exposed, almost slipping as her naked feet splashed around her pee puddle. The fact that she felt a little light-headed didn't help her balance either. She flushed and got to work. Chloe took a chunk of toilet paper and began wiping the floor. There'd still probably be a smell so she had to get creative. She wet the soap under the tap and rubbed it on the part of the floor where her pee had splashed down. Wiping it with toilet paper, she threw the chunk out. Now her clothes. She ran her panties under the tap, washing them with soap and hoping for the best. Same with her pantyhose and shoes. Chloe was glad the ladies was also the warmest room that she knew of in the office. She left her clothes to dry on the radiator, praying that they'd be dry in time. She tried thinking logically. She arrived an hour early. Even when she arrived on time, the office was only about half-full. There was about 50 minutes till that. Chloe rolled her skirt down, making sure there wasn't a wet spot. As she zipped her skirt back up she noticed how it got stuck at one point. She then left the bathroom and her clothes to dry. She headed to her desk. As she did so, she could feel the wet spots of the carpet on her bare feet, luckily the carpet was dark blue and the spots weren't really noticeable unless you squint really hard. Another thing Chloe was glad of was the lack of security cameras. At least she couldn't notice any. So eithere there were none or security would have one hell of a show in store when reviewing footage. Chloe sat down and began to wait. As she did, a new thought popped into her head, and a naughty one at that. Since there was nothing else to do, she went back to the ladies' room, deciding to act on her new urges while her privates were still sensitive and tingling. Just like before in situations like these. 30 minutes later Chloe was at her desk. Nobody still hadn't shown up yet, but she was growing nervous as it could happen any moment now. She decided to check up on her clothes so she went back to the ladies'. She also felt het bladder start to twinge, no doubt from needing to pee again. Chloe entered the ladies' and first checked on her clothes. Her panties were still a little damp, but it'll do. Same with her pantyhose. She smelled her panties, hoping the scent of her urine wouldn't be strong. Luckily, it wasn't. She smelled her pantyhose as well and... nothing, for the most part. Chloe decided to pee before putting her clothes back on. She unzipped her skirt, noticing again how it got stuck at one point. Luckily not for long. She rolled it up and sat down on the toilet. Her stream started flowing faster and with greater force than she anticcipated. Chloe clossed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of emptying herself again. A small blush even showed up in her cheeks. She didn't deny that she enjoyed peeing, but it just wasn't something you think about that much. Though, given how often she had a full bladder, it had been something that she sometimes thought about. Who does that though? What person would like the feeling of peeing? She finished, wiping herself again and noting that it felt good again, and put her clothes back on. She stepped into her lace panties and slid them up her legs. She had to pull a little harder to get them over her butt, though that fact made her more happy than annoyed. She then sat down on the closed toilet and pulled her pantyhose over her beautiful legs and thighs, sliding her legs into them and pulling them up over her hips. A situation akin to the one with her panties occured. Chloe felt the same. She looked in the morror and fixed her hair up. Stepping into her high-heels, she walked back out of the ladies'. As she sat back down at her desk, the elevator doors opened and a group of young male clerks entered, chatting among themselves and laughing. They noticed Chloe and greeted her. She smiled and did the same. "What a start to a day." Was the last thing she said before turning on her computer and getting ready for another day of work.

The sound of her alarm clock woke Nicole up. She rolled over and quickly silenced the annoying buzzing coming from her phone, as she rose from her bed. Rubbing her eyes, she stood up and stretched her arms out, yawning a bit. She grabbed her phone and exited her bedroom, heading for the bathroom. She quickly hopped into the shower, wanting to make it a quick one before leaving. Today was Nicole's first day with her new job. She had applied a few months earlier and was ecstatic when she heard she got it. She would be working as an assistant for a large company downtown, taking calls and making appointments, among other things. Being a young 23 year old who had just graduated college, Nicole had a decent resume during the application process, but she hypothesized that her looks certainly boosted her status. She was medium built, not that tallest nor smallest girl around. She physically looked her age, but had a very innocent appeal to her, similar to someone in her youth. Nicole quickly washed herself down, and exited the shower, drying off. She let her straight blonde hair flow down to her shoulders, as she quickly got dressed in her uniform. It was fairly standardized throughout the company, a white blouse and a black pencil skirt. Nicole adjusted her blouse, seeing the curves of her perky breasts. Making her way into the kitchen compartment of her small apartment, Nicole turned on the coffee pot and started to brew a large mug of coffee. She always had a mug of coffee with her no matter where she went. Especially in the morning, Nicole found it necessary to wake up in the morning, and she wanted to be bright and lively for her first day of work. As she waited for her drink to finish brewing, Nicole prepared everything else she would need for the day. She put it everything in a small backpack, mostly files that she would need to begin working on once she arrived at the office. As soon as she finished, Nicole heard the hissing noise of the pot, and she made her way back. She poured the coffee into her mug and put her cream and sugar into it. Fastening the lid on tightly, she popped open the hole to drink, and took a few sips, smiling at her creation. She placed it in her backpack and checked her phone. "On time...perfect..." She grinned slightly as she grabbed her car keys and exited the apartment. Descending down the stairwell, Nicole made her way out to her car. It was an ordinary sedan, nothing special. She got in the driver's seat and turned the ignition on, starting to drive now. As she left her small side street and merged onto the highway, a new thought popped into Nicole's mind. "Shoot...I forgot to use the bathroom..." Nicole muttered under her breath. In her focus to not be late she forgot to use the toilet, even though she passed it on the way to the shower. Almost if on cue, Nicole felt a slight pulse from her bladder, holding in a full night's worth of pee. She thought about it briefly, maybe pulling over to stop somewhere, but she figured she could wait. She could always stop by the bathroom before she started her shift. As she drove on the highway into the city, the traffic started to snarl up, and crawled to a dead stop. Nicole groaned as she stopped her car, and pulled out her coffee. She was a bit thirsty and started to drink, downing nearly a quarter of the mug without even realizing it. She continuously checked her watch, as the minutes passed by ever so slowly. Her on time pace was halted, and she was soon running a bit late. "Now is not the time..." Nicole groaned, exasperated by now. She had been stuck in traffic for nearly twenty minutes now, and she was becoming more frustrated by each passing second. A few agonizing minutes later, the traffic finally lifted, and Nicole continued driving. An automated sign soon told her what she already assumed, that there was an accident blocking most of the lanes, and that it took a while to clean it up. She muttered a bit, but it was out of her control. All she could do was get there as soon as possible and hopefully not get chewed out by her boss. Exiting off the highway, Nicole soon arrived to the parking garage nearby her building. She paid for her spot and quickly exited her car. She grabbed her coffee mug and backpack and started making her way down the sidewalk, towards her building. She was around ten minutes late, and she hustled as fast as she could without ruining her outfit. Opening the main door of the office building, Nicole walked quickly towards the employee door and she was immediately greeted by a stern looking man. "Are you Nicole? You're a bit late..." He spoke abruptly, without even introducing himself or allowing her to do the same. "Come with me...I'll show you your desk." He motioned with his hand to follow. "Can I just use the bathroom..." Nicole started to speak but the man quickly turned around and shook his head. "You're already late and now you're asking for the bathroom? You should've gone before you left your house." He interjected before leading her out to the main working space. It was a basic looking floor with cubicles scattered all around. He led her down the aisles to an empty and depressing looking cubicle, unlike all of the other more lively ones that had been occupied for some time. "I assume you have been assigned the files to work on? It's mostly scheduling that I believe the boss wants you to complete." He said, and Nicole gave a quick nod. "I have it right here." Nicole spoke calmly and pulled out a folder with some papers in it from her backpack. The man nodded and finally introduced himself. "I forgot to give my name...I'm David..." He acknowledged, his voice a bit more polite now. Nicole gave a polite smile and nodded. "It's nice to meet you David..." She spoke softly, as David soon motioned back to her desk. "You should get started, if you need something, I'll be around." He said before leaving. Nicole organized her belongings and pulled out the files she needed. Everything was soon in neat piles and she started typing on her computer. Nicole took frequent sips from her coffee, not even realizing that she downed the mug within the hour. She also remembered that she could now find the bathroom, but she was so engrossed in her work, and she didn't want to make a bad impression by frequently getting up, especially after being late. Nicole glazed over the papers in her folder, arranging each appointment on a scheduling website, for the bosses to use. It was now around 11 AM and she finished her first major task for the day. Rising from her desk, Nicole grabbed her mug and exited her cubicle. She made her way down to the aisle toward the main hallway. She pulled up to a large table with refreshments including a coffee pot that was nearly full. As she poured the pot into her mug, Nicole turned to a female worker who was getting a snack. "Excuse me, I'm new here...do you know where the bathrooms are?" She asked politely, as she finished pouring from the pot, and started getting her cream and sugar. "They're down the hallway and to the right...but the boss doesn't like employees using the bathrooms during shifts. He says it's bad for our productivity or what not." The employee said with a sigh as she walked off. Nicole muttered softly as she finished her coffee and returned back to her desk. By now, much of the coffee that Nicole downed earlier in the morning was filling her bladder, and she could feel her urge to pee intensify, and this was added onto a bladder that had been holding since the night before. A dull urge soon became a larger need, and Nicole could feel her bladder with every slight movement. Despite this, Nicole drank her coffee impulsively, not even realizing that she was drinking. It had simply become second nature for her to do so at this point. Nicole quickly returned to her desk and waited around for a bit. She had around thirty minutes before her lunch break started but she wanted to be as productive as possible. She started working on a spreadsheet for some of the company's finances but found it hard to focus. The dull urge in Nicole's bladder was swelling up to become more of an urgent need. She started squirming around in her chair, trying to be as discreet as possible but it was near impossible to sit still. She tried focusing on the task at hand, but she simply sighed and turned her monitor off. She pressed her hand into her skirt, trying to hold as best as possible. With her break approaching, Nicole formulated a plan in order to use the bathroom and relieve her achingly full bladder. She would simply excuse herself to go to the bathroom as everyone was heading out for lunch, and she would be good to go for the rest of the day. Soon, many of the employees stood up and started to head for the exits. A relieved Nicole soon rose, but a wave of desperation rushed over her, and she jammed her hands into her neat skirt to try and hold. It would be incredibly embarrassing to wet herself at her workplace, and she figured it would be hard to forget. She took a few deep breaths and composed herself, just in time as someone walked up to her desk. "Hey...you're Nicole right? The new employee? My name is Alice..." The figure welcomed, extending her hand with a smile. She appeared to be around 30, but was a bit on the shorter end in terms of height. She was dressed similar to Nicole, but her figure was slimmer, and less pronounced. "I was planning on going out to lunch alone, but I figured it might be good to get to know each other, if we're going to be coworkers, and maybe lunch is a good way to do it?" She offered, her smile unwavering. Nicole briefly thought about it before nodding her head. "That sounds good!" She said cheerfully, obviously trying to hide her building desperation within her bladder. "I just have to use the bathroom before we go..." She interjected motioning over towards the hallway. "Oh don't worry, there's much nicer bathrooms in the restaurants...the ones in the office aren't really that good..." Alice said, as she started to walk down the aisles. "Come on, or there will be a long line..." She motioned with her hand. Nicole quickly gathered her things and sighed, as she followed Nicole out of the main office space and down the hallways, passing the bathrooms along the way. As they passed the women's restroom, the sounds of toilets flushing could be heard, and it reminded Nicole of her unreleased bladder that was desperately begging for release...

I went to Germany for a business trip a few weeks ago and was lucky enough to see a couple of really good desperation sightings. During an all-day meeting, as we got close to the lunch break I noticed that the stunningly beautiful Bulgarian woman sat next to me was starting to fidget in her seat. It was around 12pm, the meeting had started just before 9am and I had not seen her leave the room once, despite the large cup of coffee and several glasses of water she had been drinking. There had been a short 5 minute break called at around 10.30am and she did not take the opportunity to use the loo, but instead helped herself to another cup of coffee. She was a tall, slim brunette woman, about 30 years old, dressed smartly in pencil skirt and heels, quite a senior team manager, and I was finding it hard to take my eyes off her and she squirmed in the chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs and occasionally sighing under her breath as the meeting dragged on. The lunch break was scheduled for 12.30pm but the meeting was overrunning, and by now the woman next to me was clearly absolutely dying to go to the loo. She was sitting now watching the speaker intently but kept looking up at the clock, her legs tightly crossed and bouncing her foot up and down, hands resting in her lap pressing down slightly. Her bladder was clearly achingly full and her tight pencil skirt probably didn't help, but despite her fairly obvious need to relieve herself she seemed hesitant to leave or interrupt the meeting, perhaps because she was one of the presenters and she didn't want to look unprofessional. However, after another ten minutes the meeting was still going and the bursting lady was clearly at her limit. She was sitting right at the edge of her seat, legs uncrossed but jiggling up and down and squeezing her thighs together, her hands pressing down hard in her lap and occasionally running them over her thighs. It was now 12.45pm, and she had been in the meeting room for 4 hours without a loo break despite all of the coffee and water she had been drinking, and she obviously couldn't wait a second longer. The poor woman was absolutely frantic to pee. Blushing slightly, she stood up quickly from her seat and announced quietly in a lovely Bulgarian accent "Sorry, I really have to go to the bathroom", before walking quickly out of the room. I heard her hurrying down the corridor, her heels tapping loudly on the floor, almost jogging in her haste to get to a loo. She came back in a couple of minutes later, quite red faced but smiling, obviously happy to have finally had chance to pee after sitting there absolutely bursting to go for hours. The next day I was sitting in yet another meeting that went on for the whole morning. It was around 10.30am when I noticed that the gorgeous slim blonde German woman sitting next to me was getting very fidgety as the meeting dragged on. She was in her mid to late 20s, wearing tight jeans and ankle boots, and could hardly sit still as the minutes ticked by. I had shared a cab with her from the hotel that morning, leaving at about 8.00am and coming straight to the meeting room after arriving at the office. She had poured herself a large cup of coffee and several glasses of water over the last couple of hours and had not left the room once, so was clearly starting to feel some pressure in her bladder. As the meeting dragged on she was starting to squirm in her seat with her legs tightly crossed, pressing her thighs together and bouncing her legs rhythmically. By the time it hit 11am her cheeks were flushed and she was fidgeting so much that she was almost bouncing up and down in her chair, and was crossing and uncrossing her legs and shifting position every couple of minutes. The 1 litre glass bottle on the table in front of her, which she had been steadily pouring herself drinks from as the hours passed, was totally empty by now, and clearly her bladder was almost at maximum capacity. It must have felt like it was about to explode. I'm sure the tight fitting jeans she was wearing didn't help her predicament, and she must have been absolutely longing for a break to be called so she could run to the ladies and relieve herself. Sure enough, just after 11am the woman chairing the meeting asked us if we'd like to have a short 5 minute break. The desperate woman next to me nodded and said 'Yes!' straight away, immediately standing up from her seat. She laughed and bobbed up and down on the spot as she picked up her phone from the table. 'Sorry, too much water!' she said, smiling and rosy-cheeked, before hurrying straight out of the room, her boots clicking loudly as she rushed frantically down the corridor towards relief. A couple of minutes later I walked out of the room towards the toilets and saw her coming back the other way, and she smiled at me and said Hi as we passed in the corridor, looking very relieved after finally getting to pee after waiting for so long.

Wow! It's been years since I've had a decent wetting or desperation experience to write until today . My ringtone was ringing in my ear at 5 am this morning. I opened up my eyes and reached for my phone to see who was calling me at this hour, although I already knew before I did. I quickly glanced down at my phone and sure enough, it was him. I quickly answered his phone call. "Hello?" I answered in a groggy tone, Despite knowing who was on the other side of the phone, my brain has yet to process still as I feel my eyes becoming heavy once again. "Hey" He responded in his usual sultry tone. "Oh! Hey Sean!" I immediately perked up at the sound of his voice. So from there, we chatted a lot, asking each other about work life as well as personal...And sexual. After our phone sex session, we talked for a little more. I made a mention of needing to pee a little bit and his voice changed into a sultry-like tone, I knew I officially stirred the pot. And the first thing he said was "get some water". Since I was still pretty horny and was somewhat in the mood for holding, I did what I was told, but not without giving him somewhat of a hard time first. I played it innocent...at first. "Do I have to get up and get water? I want to stay in my bed, it's so comfortable." I said in a whiny tone. "Yes, you do - Now do it." He ordered. "mmm...Fine" and went and did what I was asked, feeling a slight tingle in my pussy. At that moment, I wanted him here with me in person. But I shook myself away from those thoughts as I was on borrowed time before work started. It was already 6 am, So I didn't have much time to sit there and think a lot at the moment about that. I returned to my room with a bottle of water in my hand and sat on my bed, awaiting his next instruction. "Drink!" I messed with him again before taking a few sips from my water bottle. We went off topic, chatted some more before going back into our roleplay. By then, I had already finished one bottle of water. He told me to get another water bottle and drink that one as well. I was already a 6.5 on a scale of 1-10. But I wanted a challenge, So I drunk the second bottle as well. Well...I wasn't prepared for what my morning challenge would bring. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After I drunk those 2 water bottles, my 6.5 quickly shot up to an 8.5. It didn't help I never had my morning pee either. We were still talking on the phone well past 7 am, but I was incredibly desperate to pee. I asked him many times to let me use the bathroom - But of course, he declined. I was squirming in my bed, trying not to move too much, but it seemed I could never find a comfortable spot to let the pressure in my bladder stop bothering me. I released little moans as I squirmed, much to his delight. I realized time has quickly passed, It was 8 am already and I need to get ready for work and make it there before 9. I quickly got off the phone with him and told him I would contact him as soon as I got to work. I sighed in relief that they didn't suspect a thing. I called Sean and alerted him I was at work, It was only 8:30 so I had 30 minutes to kill. We continued our conversation and I walked in slowly while slightly hunched over. I needed to keep my composure. I didn't need my co-workers to think I was a little girl that couldn't control her bladder. But dammit! I was bursting and if I didn't get to a bathroom soon...I remembered there was one by another entrance, So I slowly walked over to it trying not to leak into my panties along the way. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment along the way. I finally got to the bathroom, I looked around to make sure no one was there, I went into one of the stalls with Sean still on the phone. I was finally in front of a toilet, but I knew I couldn't use it yet...I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook that easy. "Don't go yet, leak into your panties" "But I need to go..." I said, losing my composure I had and crossed my legs while grabbing my crotch in the stall. The toilet was right there! "Mmm...do it." At this point, I was very horny, desperate, on the verge of being more embarrassed. But I did what he asked, I let a little bit flow into my panties, it started to feel good actually...Until I had reminded myself I was at my work environment. I quickly snapped out of it and resumed crossing my legs and squirming. " I did it..." "Mmm...more" I heard him breathing heavy on the other end. "But I'm not sure if I can-" Before I could finish my sentence, I heard a few women came into the restroom. I had to think quick. If they see me standing up hobbled over in my stall...So I sat down on the toilet to make it seem not so suspicious...while still talking on the phone with him...At this point, I felt my cheeks burning hot. and was extra nervous. And sitting on the toilet did not help my situation at all. I thought for sure I was going to piss through my pants. But to my surprise, After everyone came and did what they needed, I pulled through somehow. "...That was close." I said, making sure I was the only one in the bathroom. I got up from the toilet seat and resumed my desperation dance. He asked me to leak into my panties 2 more times and I did, feeling mixed emotions each time I did. "I did it.." "Good...now, sit on the toilet and piss through your panties." I didn't even bother to debate him, I leaked multiple times at this point and my black pants at the crotch area were a little damp. I just wanted to relieve my aching bladder of piss and pressure. I happily just pulled down my pants, sat back on the toilet with my panties on, and pissed through my panties, sighing in relief while also moaning a little bit. I think I damn near had an orgasm, hehe. After I did that. I stripped myself of my former panties, Wiped myself down, put back on my pants, wrapped my panties in paper towels, and put them way down in the bathroom's trash can. I hopped off the phone with Sean and wished him a good day. I can honestly say I felt good but dirty...In a good way that is. Today was definitely a good day.

Alice woke up to her usual alarm on Monday morning. Today she has to only work until mid-day, so lucky for her she can do whatever she pleases this afternoon. Alice works in a small office building, which is located near a strip mall in the town she lives in. Alice is 5'9" and weighs 147 lbs. her breasts are well rounded and perky. Alice's hourglass curves show off her cute bubble butt and perfect hips. Alice got out of bed and began getting ready for the day. She grabs a pair of pink panties with a white lace, and a matching bra. Then Alice pulls on her white company shirt and a black pencil skirt, which falls just below mid-thigh. Alice brushes her long wavy brown hair and heads downstairs for breakfast. Running on schedule, she has time for a few pancakes with lots of syrup, a cup of coffee, a banana, and a few granola bars before heading out the door to work. Her commute to work is only about 10 minutes. After arriving at the office, Alice feels her bladder filling from the coffee she drank earlier this morning. She walks up a flight of stairs to reach her cubicle. Alice settles in and begins working calmly. Alice becomes really focused on her work she doesn't realize how much her bladder has filled. She will need the bathroom soon. Alice blinks a few times, which breaks her hard working trance and gasps. Her bladder is quite swollen and needs to release the pressure. She decides to hold it a little longer, and continues working while squirming in her chair. A short time later, Alice's bladder contracts spilling a squirt of hot piss in her panties. She decides that she has had her fun and its time to find a toilet. Alice stands up, shoves a hand in her crotch, and hobbles to the staff restrooms. Alice crosses her legs and bounces her way to the ladies room without an incident. She pulls open the the door to find the stalls are both taken. Alice groans as she tries to hold her pee in a while longer. Alice hears a girl grunt softly followed by a rumble and farts. The other lady lets out some farts and plops as she relieves herself. Alice is sweating now. Pulling her hair behind her ear and whipping her forehead with her hand. Alice still squirming, doubles over pure agony. She is very desperate for the toilet. Alice leans against the wall holding her bladder with both hands moaning. Then some pee escapes. She can't wait anymore. Alice knocks on the first door telling the girl to hurry up. Alice hears a clinking sound. The toilet is clogged. The other girl rushes out embarrassed. Alice hurries in to find the toilet bowl almost full with chunks of poop and toilet paper. Alice quickly pulls her skirt up and hovers over the toilet. Alice sighs with relief as she empties her full bladder. Then she realizes she didn't pull down her now soaked panties. Alice didn't care. She pulls her skirt down, washes up and leaves to gather her things at her cubicle. Finally her shift is over.