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  1. Today was a very interesting day, a new employee had her first work day in our company. So let me tell you about her, before the story really starts. Her name is Gionna, a very charismatic and extroverted italian women in her late twenties. She is quite short, maybe a bit over 5ft tall. Her figure is petite and she has some good curves for a women her stature. She has long blonde hair, with green eyes and a very friendly face. All in all she seems like a very fun and super chill person, that has no problem entertaining an entire room at once. So this women had a very interesting first day at our company, let me tell you that...... Gionna works for our customer service department. Today she arrived at nine in the morning with a coffee in her hand. I don't work in our customer service department, but i am the induction representative of our company that is responsible for all training of new employees, especially with our products. I greeted Gionna with some flowers and showed her around the office and the different departments of our company. While walking i realised that she was Walking a little strange, but figured that it was just her being nervous about her first day. So we walked to our marketing manager downstairs, there she had a short little meeting, while she was in that meeting i was chatting with a friend of mine, who was also in our marketing department. After about 10 minutes she came to me and said that she was done, so we went back to our place. We started working at my place on her training, we started off with a quick company introduction. After that i presented her our products aswell as the most important information about it. While doing that, she seemed a bit nervous, maybe even a little restless. She was tapping her feet, while standing quite unnatural. Her heels where quite loud and she realised that quite quickly, because of that she stopped that and just crossed her legs while standing. Maybe she was bored, but the puzzle pieces slowly started to add up. After we were done with that I showed her our Website and the telephone system, that she will use on her job in customer service. We have a strict training policy, so i trained the telephone service with her. I gave her a short little introduction to our guidelines and did some little easy practice calls. It was not about the content, but more about her attitude and manner of speaking than anything else. I tell you, because of her bubbly and fun personality, she was near perfect from the start. Well before we start with the interesting part i gotta tell you about her clothes, she was wearing some tight leather pants and a white blouse with basic heels. She has had some slight desperation signs here and there, but the real deal started at lunch break. Both of us went to a near restaurant, that had self service lunch. While we stood and waited in line, she was bouncing just a tiny bit up and down, just enough to catch it. She placed her food tablet right infront of her bladder/crotch area, but i caught her with her hands pushing against her bladder right as we got our food. We quickly sat down and talked about her backround and her home in italy. She was once again tapping her heels on the floor, but also rubbing her thighs against each other. Due to her leather pants it was quite a noise. I have to say, she kept her coolness, if you didn't catch the signs you wouldn't know at all. After we went back, i gave a few documents, that she had to read. After that she had to complete a quiz, that is to make sure that she has understood our company goals, company indentity and company culture. I sat her at a table that was infront of me and a bit on the left side of the office. I went on with my work and she with her's. The entire day she has not used the bathroom once, which was surprising. I told her that after the quiz she could leave early, probably because of that she was trying to hold it till the end. 2:15 pm Gionna was now very very desperate, since she started reading 45 minutes ago her desperation grew rapidly. Gionna was now crossing her legs and swinging her foot back and forth while leaning foward in her seat. It was getting to her, but to my surprise she didn't ask for a quick break or anything but continued reading and filling out the test. Gionna started to really really get desperate, her foot was now swinging even more and her legs started bounched crazy. Gionna was now on her last paper and with that her last few questions. She uncrossed her legs and grabbed herself between her legs, before she quickly checked that no one was looking. Then she recrossed her legs the other way and swung her foot even more than before, now she was swinging with her whole legs, they really went everywhere, until she wrapped them up for good into a double leg cross to end the swinging for good. Just a minute she stood up and handed me her papers. She said to me: "sorry about the bad handwriting at the end, i was bursting since you gave me the papers" in a complete funny and self-evident manner. She quickly went to the bathroom and after she came out, she said that it was a mixture of the coffee and her nervousness, because of her first day. I told her that i could completely understand her and that it was not a big deal. After that she said goodbye and went home.
  2. 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?
  3. Aaron needed to pee and he needed to pee bad. But right now he was sitting in for a coworker at a very important meeting, his legs crossed and his hand crushing his knee cap. He mouthed over to his boss Dan: "I need to go!" but the man just shrugged his shoulders. You would think that sitting in a room full of men in their 60s, that at least one of them would have had to pee in the past five hours that was this meeting. But they all sat their delicately sipping their teas and coffee without a care in the world. The main issue was that Aaron had gone into the meeting having to pee because of circumstance. His coworker, Gary, had to be out of town for a wedding this weekend. And Aaron is usually Gary's go-to-man when it comes to departmental issues. Usually this wasn't something that Aaron minded because technically Gary was his supervisor and if working some of Gary's meetings meant him getting a promotion, he wasn't about to pass that up. But today had just gone hay-wire! Last night Aaron went out with a couple of friends and had a couple drinks more than he had originally planned. In all honestly, his friends were trying to get him laid. It had been three years since he had broken up with his ex and he wasn't quite sure that he was ready to move on. His friends, obviously, didn't think that lanky and freckled Aaron could score on his own were constantly taking him to bars all across town. Aaron didn't mind it, as long as he was able to control himself. Knowing that he had a huge meeting this morning, and not wanting to wake up with a horrible hangover, he drank a ton of water and gatorade. Didn't matter to him, he'd be at his bachelor pad with his own bathroom and he could pee all night long if necessary. Then his alarm didn't go off. Being a night-owl, Aaron usually liked to give himself two hours to get ready so that by the time he got to the office, he was coherent and actually functional. But the day started at 9 and Aaron woke up at 8:30. And he was seriously, thankful that he didn't wake up later than that. Oddly enough when Aaron woke up the next morning, he barely had to pee. That alcohol must have seriously dehydrated him but for once he was seriously grateful. He grabbed a orange juice and an oatmeal cup to go and bolted out of the door. Then he turned around and grabbed his coat. It was a brisk October evening and the chilly air definitely reminded him that he could use the bathroom. He could just pee when he got to the office...right? Wrong. Aaron rushed into the office and was handed a large hot coffee by one of the secretaries, Donna. She was the talk of the town among the men at the office but Aaron didn't really find the appeal. It was probably because he was gay. "The meeting starts in 5 Aaron" she said. "What? I thought it started at 10!" Aaron exclaimed quickly removing his coat from his shoulders. "They moved up the time last minute because of something that happened with USPS," she informed him. "They'll be in conference room 190." She pointed to the room in the corner. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered under his breath. He threw his coat at his desk and took a big gulp of his coffee and went into the room. He wouldn't have time to use the bathrooms because the dumb architects who had built the building decided to put bathrooms only on the even floors. And that was a flight of stairs too many to take before this meeting. With this many companies involved, he knew that this was going to be a long meeting. But Aaron was sure they'd have a break at some point. "Aaron, glad you could make it!" Dan said behind him. Dan was technically Aaron's boss because he was Gary's boss but they had sort of a weird relationship. He was very friendly in a high school coach trying to rally a team before a game way. He was often very handsy with Aaron grabbing his arms or his shoulders, once slapping him on the ass but Judy from HR was on him about that one. And he could really be a dick sometimes. "Really hope Gary is having fun at that wedding!" He put one strong hand on Aaron's shoulder and gripped it tightly. "Yeah me too," Aaron muttered. "But just gunna say, I know you're not Gary but you're the second best and I'm glad you're stepping in for him," he said with a large smile. Dan's teeth were perfectly straight and his smile produced two dimples on his cheeks. They were adorable. "Uh thanks Dan," Aaron said drawing his lip sin slightly. He wasn't entirely sure if the brawny many had meant that has a complement. "Alright, let's do this!" Dan said pumping two fists into the air. Dan walked ahead of him and Aaron couldn't help but find himself looking at his ass. His pants were a little bit tighter than usual today and he could see the wonderful muscle definition that he had. "God you're so from New Jersey," Aaron sighed and shook his head. Feeling a little bit inadequate, he followed the man into the conference room. And that's what brings us up to this point. Five hours into the meeting, there still was no break and Aaron was hanging on for dear life, seriously hopping that he wasn't about to pee his pants. He knew that Dan knew but every time he had tried to call a break, one of the old men started yapping again and they were back at square one. And Aaron was so afraid that he would cause a problem by just ducking out that he kept quiet silently pleading with his bladder to hold on and for Dan to do something for him. "We aren't getting anywhere with this, we should take a break," Dan intervened. "I don't think we should go anywhere until we make some sort of compromise!" Nathan, the CEO of some company from some place that Aaron didn't care about because he had to pee. "I'm not calling for us to end the meeting Nathan! I'm calling for a five minute break to stretch our legs!" Dan barked back his brows curled and his arms crossed. Aaron noticed that his pecs were very pronounced in the blue satin shirt that he had decided to wear that day. And then Aaron's entirely body relaxed slightly as a tiny splurt of pee escaped from the tip of his penis. He started to panic. He couldn't pee himself in front of these people. He didn't want to pee himself in front of anyone let alone these huge corporate giants. Not knowing what to do he quickly stood up and bolted from the room. Not saying a word, he heard Dan call his name as he headed straight for the staircase. "Need to pee, need to pee," he kept saying, trying to keep his legs crossed as he rushed down the stairs. Another bit of pee escaped and he stopped to grab his throbbing crotch. It was so difficult to stop the stream at this point. There was no way he'd be able to hold it much longer. Aaron was going to explode any second. He desperately needed the bathroom. He entered the second floor and took a sharp turn to the left. There it was, the men's bathroom! And by some luck, there was nobody in the single person bathroom. Aaron started leaking as he entered the room. Forget locking the door! He could feel the urine on his legs he and unzipped his jeans when he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. Instinctively he turned around but being so close to release, he couldn't stop himself from peeing. He saw Dan standing behind him looking oddly innocent, his mouth slightly open as he saw Aaron's pee hit the side of the urinal. Aaron couldn't quite focus but Dan grabbed his penis and directed the man back to the urinal so as to not get any of Aaron's pee on either of them. A loud moan escaped Aaron's lips as he relaxed his body into Dan's. He could feel his penis throbbing and start to stiffen in Dan's hand. It had been so long since someone else had touched him and while he had wanted it, this wasn't exactly what he had had in mind. For some reason, he couldn't help but get aroused. That was when Dan did something that Aaron didn't quite expect. He kissed his neck and began to seductively nibble on his ear. It made Aaron weak at the knees, although he was already quite weak from having held his pee for so long. He moaned again and this time Dan took this as a cue to start stroking Aaron's throbbing dick. Dan took Aaron by the shoulders and threw him against wall. The cold tile felt nice on his back as he was definitely heating up. Dan put his hand against Aaron's face and drew him in for passionate kiss then he pulled Aaron's hair back and began to stroke his dick faster. Aaron found his hands grasping Dan's ass. "Shit," Aaron moaned as he came violently. Dan let go of his penis and traced his fingers down his shaft, and up his body to his mouth. He tapped Aaron's mouth with his finger. "I didn't know you were gay," Dan said. "So what, you just took a chance?" Aaron joked with a smile. Aaron's cum was still in Dan's hand and he had half a mind to lick it from his boss' fingers. Dan opened his mouth as if to say something and then there was a knock at the door. "Just a sec!" Dan cried out and then sheepishly added, "We should probably get back." "Oh yeah," Aaron muttered catching his breath. Dan laughed as Aaron fastened his pants. Aaron walked over to the sick trying to keep his composure but his mind was swarming. The facet exploded and covered the front of him in water. Dan quickly washed his hands, somehow keeping his clothes dry. They walked towards the the door the sink still spitting out water. Dan assured Aaron that he would have a change of clothes for him in his office but at least the water had help to wash away the slight pee stains that Aaron had left on his pants. They opened the door and saw a fellow coworker standing there. "Sink's broken man," he said pointing into the bathroom. "You might want to find another place." "That's the third time this month. When will they fix that thing?" He rolled his eyes and walked away. Aaron felt a strong hand on his shoulder and turned to see a smiling Dan. "So tell me, what'cha doing this weekend?" he asked.
  4. 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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  6. Hey all, this is a writing experiment I did on Christmas because I felt like it. I always wanted to try writing desperation/wetting scenarios in an office setting but could never think of a way to turn it into a convincing or decent plot or scenario. This was something I came up with just to test out, and have a few ideas floating around about continuing this story if I think it's good enough, so feedback/suggestions/responses are greatly appreciated! - Orion ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 24-year-old Damian is an IT specialist at a local branch of West Valley Financial Services LLC, a financial management and advisory firm. Damian was rather fresh out of learning his trade but being around computers his whole life, he was more than qualified for the role as tech support for the branch. The head of the branch, Mr. Frasier, was a stubborn old man that really should have retired by now. He was always caught grumbling about how things are better back when he was a young’un and that people today don’t know “what the hell they doin’ anymore”. For that reason, nobody has been hired at this West Valley branch in over a decade until the previous tech lead retired, and we’re in need of a replacement, which ended up being Damian. Frasier was always keen to remind Damian that he was hired solely because he was cheap, and didn’t believe that his support was very necessary. As usual, the boss didn’t know what he was talking about. The aging staff at West Valley struggled with updates and software issues of programs they “have used forever”, along with the plethora of forgotten passwords and lost file reports. It’s a wonder corporate hasn’t audited this branch, the next closest employee to Damian in terms of age was 38, and he was the custodian. On top of that, the staff was notably lacking behind company standards for diversity: of the small office of 20 people, only two were female, the rest males. The two being the receptionist who had been here since the branch’s founding and was a few years away from retirement, and the other being a stoic middle-aged woman that never has anything to say other than “Mhm.” outside of work emails. It’s not that the boss was sexist, he was just old-fashioned and particular about his qualities when hiring new employees, which explains the lack of new arrivals since Damian. That all changed a breezy October morning. Damian was at his desk filing out another report on resolving a “[blank] file disappeared!” that he has come to know all too well. His throat felt a bit dry, so he got up to get a drink from the water cooler. The break room was next to the entrance to the office building, where the receptionist was nowhere to be soon; probably taking one of her “unofficial” breaks again. Damian got a cup of water and chilled on his phone for a couple minutes, then finishing and refilling his cup and leaving the break room. It was upon exiting that he noticed a young woman in the reception area, looking a bit lost. She had smooth legs clad in stockings that gradually grew thicker on her thighs as it became covered mid-way by a mini-skirt. A dress shirt covered her torso where an ample, but not overindulgent, bosom was being covered. She had a cardigan wrapped around her arm for the chilly autumn weather and a petite face curtained by a wavy brown-blonde bob to her shoulders. It's clear she was a bit overdressed; Damian personally was just wearing flannel and some blue jeans; dress code was pretty much non-existent. Noticing the young girl’s confusion, he stepped in to see if he could help. “Hello, can I help you?” asked Damian. The woman turned to respond. “Ah! Are you Mr. Frasier? I’m here for the interview.” An interview? Mr. Frasier was hiring?! That certainly is a surprise, and the fact he conceded a woman to be applicable enough for an interview, that’s rather unlike him. “No, I’m the IT Specialist, Damian.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake. “Nice to meet you Damian! I’m Hannah.” Hannah met Damian’s hand with a firm shake, but her hands were silky smooth. “If you’re looking for Mr. Frasier, I can take you to him, his office is right next to mine.” Damian said, motioning to lead the way. Hannah nodded and followed his lead. A short walk to Frasier’s office was followed by a knock from Damian. “Mr. Frasier, a woman named Hannah is here, she says she has an interview with you?” “Ah. Yes. Send her in.” Frasier responded sternly. “He’s all yours.” Damian gestured as if to say “Good luck, you’re gonna need it.” And with that, Hannah begun her interview as Damian returned to his desk to work on the other tech requests he has piled up. … It was a few hours later that Damian had begun feeling a bit thirsty again. It was about time for a late lunch anyway, being that it was past 3 in the afternoon by this point. He settled into his 30 minute break with some more water and a classic PB&J. A few minutes later Hannah came into the break room to join Damian, who until that point was alone in the break room. “Hey! How’d you do?” Damian greeted her. “Good, I got the job! Mr. Frasier is just showing me the ropes as his assistant, but he got a phone call and excused me for my break for the time being.” “That’s great! It’s been ages since we’ve had some fresh blood in the office, since yours truly, actually, so it’s great to see someone new!” “Likewise! I’m gonna be honest, everyone else here seems kinda old and bitter. It’s nice to have someone my age around.” Damian chuckled, “Yeah, they’re not so bad once you get to know ‘em, but there’s definitely a generational gap.” Damian and Hannah shared a conversation mostly about work, and touched on social media and the likes over the course of the break. It was at this time Damian just noticed how frequently Hannah was crossing and fidgeting in her seat. It’s easy to assume that the chair wasn’t very comfortable, because they weren’t. However Damian’s imagination began to wonder as a woman holding her piss was always exciting to watch. He wondered if Hannah was starting to get a bit desperate, and how long it was since she last used the bathroom. He pushed away the thoughts as wishful thinking, only to have his suspicions confirmed. “God, I am dying for a wee right now.” Hannah said, clasping her lap and bouncing for a moment, seemingly in the middle of the conversation. Damian was taken aback and grew a bit red in the face. That was quite… forward. He recomposed himself and pointed to the restroom in the breakroom. “The restrooms right here if you need it.” “Oh! I’ll be ok, I can hold it. Besides, that bathroom is probably a mess with all the old guys here. I always try to avoid public bathrooms, no matter how bad it is!” Hannah laughed. “Hah! You’re not far from the truth.” It’s true. He did wish the office had better aim; it was to the point where the two ladies in the office would just go elsewhere when leaving for their many unofficial breaks. “Are you going to be ok though? You seem a tad squirmy over there, I gotta say.” Hannah grew a little embarrassed after being prodded by this question. She thought guys would be grossed out by needing to pee, but Damian was more so just concerned, it seems. “I’ll be fine! I’m used to it. I should be heading back though.” “Same here! Talk to you soon!” … 6:00. Quittin’ time. Damian clocked out and felt a small urge to piss, so he went to the break room to take a leak. Luckily no one was in there, for a twenty-person office there was only a single toilet for everyone, so it wasn’t uncommon for it to be occupied when you need it. As Damian exited the restroom, he ran into Hannah clocking out, now visibly more flustered and with her top few buttons of her dress shirt undone, showing off a bit of cleavage. “Hannah! I’m surprised you’re still here! Usually the office leaves by around 5 or 5:30.” “Y-yeah, Mr. Frasier wanted me to stay a little longer to learn how to do some things… I’d love to chat more Damian but I’m absolutely dying for a piss so I gotta get home!” “Will you be able to drive ok?” Damian asked with genuine concern but equal parts curiosity. “W-well…” Hannah grew even more red. “I…have to take the bus to get home; I don’t have a car, so I guess I’ll just have to hold it…” Hannah seemed genuinely concerned that she was going to have an accident, a very public accident no doubt, as the bus stops and buses themselves would usually be full of commuting passengers, and that’s not even factoring in waiting for the bus itself. Damian decided to go for a bit of a shot. He truly wanted to help Hannah out, but at the same time was filled with burning curiosity as to the state and condition of Hannah’s bladder. “How far do you live? Perhaps it would be much faster for me to drive you home?” Hannah paused, at least paused everything but her crossing of legs and hopping from foot to foot as she cradled her bursting bladder. She knew with relative certainty she couldn’t make it without making a mess out of her mini-skirt, but she was very reasonably wary of taking a ride from a guy she just met. She felt she could trust him though, and she certainly felt after their conversation she could trust him enough. “S-sure… Is Harrison Road far from you?...” Hannah asked between leg crosses. “That’s just up the road from my apartment! Come on, before you make a puddle in the office!” … Damian pulled out of his spot with a now bursting young woman in tow, fiercely bouncing her legs and keeping them tightly crossed together. All the while sucking air through her teeth and moaning in anticipation. “Ohhhh~… It’s bad… I can almost feel it coming out! Hurry!” Damian went as fast as he could reasonably go without getting a felony, blazing past turns and going over the speed limit, weaving in and out of cars. He took a glance at Hannah on a straight stretch of road. Her face was visibly red from embarrassment, her hands firmly in her crotch, legs crossed fiercely enough to turn coals into diamonds, and could even, very faintly, notice a slight bulge out of the flat waistband of her miniskirt. It took a lot for Damian to regain his composure, and he could hardly feel like this is real; it felt more like a fanfiction on a piss kink message board. Damian made a 20 minute car ride in 15, and was pulling up to Hannah’s street as she looked the most desperate any woman had ever looked in her life. She began taking off her seat belt, all the while bouncing and fidgeting like a mad man. As soon as Damian hit park outside her address, a small townhouse amongst a row of them, Hannah dashed out of her seat and up the steps, and fumbled with her house keys as she pee-danced like crazy. Damian couldn’t be sure from his seat, but he swore he saw the faintest of damp spots on her stockings. It was only observable for a second, before Hannah opened the door and dashed inside and out of view. Damian sat on the side of the road for a couple minutes, wondering what happened, if Hannah made it, if he was fast enough, how many red lights or speed cameras he went past. Hannah soon reappeared, with what looked to be a damp pair of panties scrunched up in a ball in her hand. She looked considerably less professional, her hair messy, her dress shirt wrinkled and untucked, and her mini skirt ridden up considerably to where it became dangerously close to exposing herself. She walked over to the car. “Hey… Sorry you had to see me like that… It feels embarrassing to say but you saved my pride and my outfit today… So thanks for taking me home so quickly, I owe you one.” Hannah said sheepishly, avoiding Damian’s eye contact out of embarrassment. “Don’t sweat it, Hannah. It happens to everyone. I’m just glad you made it home dry. It certainly was nice to meet you.” “Somewhat dry. Hehe…” Hannah giggled to herself. “Yeah. See you tomorrow at work?” “Yep! See you tomorrow!” Hannah turned around to go back to her house as Damian prepared to u-turn in the street. But not before catching a glimpse of Hannah’s curvy bottom. And noticeably, since her skirt was riding so high, a Pikachu tail tattoo under her left butt-cheek on the bottom half of her thigh. As a Pokémon fan himself, Damian was greatly excited by this new common ground so that he could make a friend out of his new colleague, and for the first time in a while, was genuinely excited to go to work tomorrow. To be continued.
  7. 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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  12. Here's a story I actually published! It never got too much traction, but considering how new I am at all this that's okay! I hope you guys like it, I'll be posting a new part every day until we get to the finale! I'd known the day would be difficult even before realizing I had forgotten my panties at home, though that was more embarrassing than an obstacle to my plans, but I never could have expected any additional trouble to come from a very sudden and inconvenient need for a toilet. As it was now, I was bordering on desperate but focused on finishing up one last little detail. I tried to keep my face from pinching with discomfort as I stretched my small upper body to reach the imperfectly centered vase, the edge of the wood pushing right into my bladder to compress it and make its fullness very hard to ignore, but I persevered and started fixing the minor flaw. Somehow not having underwear made the displeasure even worse. My plump, bare behind and uncovered pussy lips were squeezed tight by my knee length skirt, the fabric of which felt nothing like soothing cotton panties and instead rubbed against the tender area to create persistent friction every time I bent over. Fortunately the flowers spread beautifully in their now realigned glass vase with only a small tweak, allowing me to draw back and remove the pressure before it became too much. It took everything for me to keep from sighing in relief at my bladder’s soothing return to a less strained position. "So much work, all to practice for a meeting we could have accomplished in an email..." My boss Vivienne sounded quite sarcastic despite the genuine validity to her statement. Watching her rearrange chairs that had long since been set up without error, I agreed with her sentiment in full. A week had passed since we’d been tasked with giving an “important presentation” that we both had developed diligently, only to find out this very morning the whole thing was a pre-prepared congratulatory slideshow, and that the real meeting wasn't even happening until tomorrow. The email informing us of this had also not so politely explained that we were supposed to get the room set up today, and given us very specific guidelines by which to do so, all while we were still dressed up for the directors who wouldn't be arriving. Someone had obviously messed up the chain of communication big time and was just trying to cover themselves for as long as possible... As little fun as I was having now, at least I had the comfort of knowing Vivienne would tear them a new one once she inevitably found them. "I have to apologize again, Tina. You came in on a weekend, all fixed up, just to help me arrange furniture and read some stupid slides." She continued, making me pivot swiftly to face her when I saw her turn my way. It was impossible to be fully certain no one could tell I was going commando thanks to the tight skirt on my ample backside, and I had many reasons for not wanting Vivienne to so much as suspect my mistake, so I'd had to be quite careful to ensure my lack of panty lines remained undiscovered. I'd managed to stay diligent even though some part of me tingled from something other than a need to pee at the thought of her finding out... My reassuring response became inarticulate fluff in my head as soon as my eyes met hers, the gratitude in the deep blue so intense I had to hope the heat rising in my cheeks as a reflexive response didn't come with a matching blush. All I was left able to do was reply somewhat tactfully in my shy and quiet voice that always got even softer speaking to her. "It's really no problem. They blindsided you by having the whole practice meeting and setup thing anyway, along with the stupid slideshow they're making you present." Anxiety hastened my pulse when I feared a line had been crossed by dropping the "stupid" part, but a quick chuckle from her turned the panicked pounding into wispy flutters, and my head grew light again at the sight of her stress dissipating for just a moment of levity. It was a secret to everyone but myself that she reduced me to such a fool. The simple wonder of hearing her speak in my direction clouded out rational thought, but who could blame me for that? Vivienne was older but absolutely beautiful, and had aged so well most would never be able to guess her true age without lowballing it by at least a decade. There was only a touch of gray in her voluminous black hair, and her sculpted face was blessed by full lips and enchanting eyes with hardly a wrinkle to be seen on any of her flawless olive skin. Then there was her body; tall and curvaceous thanks to thick hips and a rack that most would have had to pay for, and a solid musculature that made her all the more commanding but no less graceful. My petite silhouette fit in just her shadow with room to spare. I'd felt ecstatic to work beside someone so captivating on this project, which had been all her and me when no one else volunteered, and being able to spend hours working in solitude together was excellent compensation for all our hard work even if others didn't appreciate it. Leaving the chairs where they were and leaning against the table, she wordlessly made it clear it was time for a break, sighing as she took some of the weight off her long legs to relax. I was very tempted to slip out for a trip to the bathroom but decided against it. We'd worked together long enough for me to pick up on when she wanted to start chatting, and I never intended to miss out on hearing her quips and stories. Not to mention leaving might require an explanation my bathroom shy self simply couldn't be brought to say to anyone... Leaning back against a nearby wall to take pressure off my bladder and listen, I assured myself there'd be ample opportunity to sneak out and use the restroom before too long, which would save me the humiliation of having to tell my crush I needed a bathroom break. "I almost can't wait to show you the slideshow in full. It's not just stupid, it's a total circlejerk for these assholes. We sealed a big merger and now they want a bulleted retelling of how much money they'll be making, and if that isn't obnoxious enough, they had the audacity to say it's "good policy" for us to get dressed up for a practice meeting no one else will be here for. How nice of them to tell us after we came in, huh?" She said, her words both true and wildly unprofessional for someone in her high-level position. Not that I was bothered. In fact, her refusal to play corporate games and her confidence to always speak her mind had played a large part in my falling for her. "They're smart enough to know we wouldn't have bothered with looking our best if we weren’t required to. Which, I guess, makes them rude and manipulative, but maybe if they had to dress like this too they'd change their minds." I replied in reference to our equally spruced up looks, which looked quite lovely but had not proven ideal for the tasks we were actually doing. Even light cleaning was rough in business formal, after all. I'd also been quite frustrated to hear the effort for my ensemble would not only go to waste, but tomorrow I needed to redo it all for when the actual directors came in for the real deal. Everything about the situation. stunk because I had spent hours preparing myself for any kind of scrutiny, starting with lovingly curled lashes, blended amber eyeshadow, and a light but striking layer of red lipstick, which was far more than just my usual touch up. A soft fluffing of my blonde hair had also been in order, getting rid my flat locks and transforming them into poofy semi-curls that bounced during every step, a look I thought was professional and cute in perfect measure. All of my work, including the time perfecting and straightening my white silk blouse and form hugging skirt, would need to be entirely redone. Considering I'd been busy enough to forget my panties while getting it all ready this morning, hopefully a serious practice would at least help me to stay calm enough tomorrow to remember them. The cute little pink slip was probably sitting on my bed still, mocking me for my frenzy... How ironic was it, that I'd forgotten to put them on while panicking about forgetting something important? At least Vivienne got to see me looking my best… "I'd love to see any of them accomplish half as much while dressed up like this." Vivienne said with amusement, stretching out a long leg to emphasize a beautiful red stiletto I would have never been able to walk in. A tingle starting deep down in my body blossomed forth to tickle very vulnerable parts of my anatomy at the sight. I'd been trying not to get distracted by her outfit, but these little gestures radiating sex appeal combined with the fact that she looked amazing made it very hard to avoid losing my focus on her. In my defense she always dressed like a woman who knew she was attractive and liked to weaponize it, and I was happy to be a victim. High heels so tall they made her tower over some men were always present, while the rest of her immaculate wardrobe was usually a toss up between a pantsuit or a skirt and blouse tailored to perfection. The high price tags on these pieces alone would have turned heads, but the way they were always fitted to her curvaceous body and beautifully color coordinated frequently stopped traffic. Today she was exceptionally outfitted in a tight black skirt and matching suit jacket that brought out the red of her vibrant blouse, which of course coordinated with her scarlet shoes for an eye catching ensemble no one could ignore, especially poor little closeted me. "But here we are!" I said cheerfully, hoping to take the conversation to less tempting places for my own sake. Any kind of arousal did not mix well with my full bladder, as having more attention on the occupied area made it so much harder to ignore how I really did need to get to a bathroom in the near future. Not to mention that staring at women so far out of my league was a terrible way to hide my feelings for those who probably didn’t have them. Shifting against the wall in a bid for comfort I disguised as a look around the room, it occurred to me we had accomplished almost everything we'd been instructed to do, even getting the refreshments from the caterer packed into the miniature fridge for tomorrow. The only thing that would need to be put away was... The source of my rapid desperation dawned on me with a healthy dose of self admonishment. In the limited afternoon sun shining through the window, a half full drink dispenser sat by a small stack of Styrofoam cups, its condensation covered glass allowing a clear look at the bright and ice filled lemonade filling it to the halfway point. In a rush like a flash flood I recalled how Vivienne had brought it in to share, and with only the two of us there had been plenty to go around. What I’d thought to be one or two cups I’d had to be polite must have been far greater in number than I could accurately recall... It had just come together in a perfect storm of circumstances; the work had indeed made me thirsty, I didn't want to see any of the drink wasted, and the fact that Vivienne herself had made it kept sending me back for more of the delicious beverage. Now I was paying the price for being so ridiculous. "We really have done everything else, so I suppose we might as well start the slideshow." Vivienne said, her voice relaxed but still like a hammer to my now hurried thoughts. Fighting down a flinch, I smiled politely as she left the table to go to the projector at the front of the room, beside which was her laptop running the presentation in question. In the moments it took her to start typing, I put together that it would probably be a minute or two before the projector and computer decided to warm up and sync together, giving me the tiniest potential window to go and relieve myself. A whimper almost escaped me as I stood up straight once more, the adjustment to my position enough to send the contents of my bladder sloshing inside of me like an overstuffed water balloon, making it quite clear the lemonade I'd had to drink was still gathering into a growing reservoir. Soon I'd be more than just uncomfortable. Tiny beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as the weight of my dilemma pressed down on me in the literal and metaphorical sense, forcing me to squeeze my thighs together as I went through my options rapid fire. I could try to leave undetected and use the bathroom down the hall as quickly as possible, but what were the chances I could leave and come back unnoticed? Then there was the option to just wait it out and go after we were done, but how long would our presentation really take? My number one goal was to ensure Vivienne never even knew I had to pee; something about others knowing I was using a toilet or merely in need of one simply mortified me to my core, and that fear went double for her. But if I waited too long and it got too bad... No, I couldn't dare think about that! I had to take a chance now while there was a window of opportunity! Nervous as could be but grateful for the relief I knew would await me, I headed for the door as quietly as my heels allowed on the thin white carpet, hoping I could finish quickly despite how much lemonade I had to be rid of. The cellphone Vivienne had set on the table beside her pinged and vibrated against the wood loudly enough to startle me right as I reached the door. My hand on the knob, I pressed my legs together hard to prevent the scare from letting anything escape, wishing I had panties on now more than ever with my bare lips so exposed to the open air beneath my skirt. Frozen on the spot, I watched and waited for more information from my boss as she lifted her phone. In part I was eager to help if needed, but mostly I couldn't escape with her potentially about to share something important... Scanning the phone screen, Vivienne didn't lose her focused but disinterested expression as she returned it to the table after only a glance, leaving me in hopeful limbo before she spoke again. "That's the alarm I originally had set for a final break... Seeing as how the actual slideshow isn't long though, why don't we do our practice now so we'll be done for the day?" A spasm of anxiety tore through my whole body and made my bladder contract so hard I was forced to squeeze my legs shut again to avoid a leak. Somehow being denied the bathroom was physically painful in my current condition, likely because my body knew I had no idea how long Vivienne thought this was really going to take, nor how much time I had until things got... unbearable. But what could I do? Even asking for a quick bathroom break was just too much, to the point my heart almost lurched in terror at the thought alone, leaving me little to do for now but hold it. It was a struggle not to whimper in trepidation as I took my hand off the doorknob. "W-what should we do?" I asked with more concern showing than I would have liked, my desire to be helpful a calming force in the face of my unease and growing desperation. In the back of my mind I was assuring myself I absolutely had the strength to hold it for as long as necessary, and that it was beyond absurd for a grown woman to be so worried about needing the bathroom. I'd never had an accident, and I certainly wasn't going to have one now, even if I didn’t know how long I could handle the discomfort growing in every part of my pussy. All I had the power to do was be ready to sneak out as soon as I saw an opening. "No point in making it a big fuss. You take your spot by the refreshments, or where the lemonade is for now, and come up when I hand off the rest to you, sort of like how we practiced for the presentation we thought we were giving." Vivienne said without a hint of concern, gesturing to the table where we'd lay out the snacks tomorrow. For now, all there was on the polished wooden tabletop was the drink dispenser and its mockingly bright yellow lemonade. Ice still floated at the top to keep it cool enough for condensation to not only fog the glass but to drip down the sides in tiny rivulets, advertising the cold and refreshing contents that I'd been so grateful Vivienne had brought for us to share. I buckled my knees together at the sight, and suddenly hated my love-struck self for having been so overly polite and drinking so many. All of the lemonade I'd sipped down without a care was still gathering at an agonizing speed in my bladder, swelling it to an unbearable size with a growing amount of pee I had no idea when I'd be free to release. I nearly whimpered in agony as Vivienne gave one final helpful bit of advice. "Lock the door to make sure we aren't interrupted. Oh, and try to always have a drink in your hand, even for this practice. It makes everything feel more at ease." She turned on the projector as she spoke, her affect calm and oblivious to my predicament as she focused only on getting her slideshow up. "Of course!" I said as cheerfully as I could, remembering I had to not only hold it but also hide the fact that I was doing so. How humiliating would it be for my boss, the woman I admired and was so deeply attracted to, to know I was absolutely desperate because I couldn't keep my thirst in check or ask for a bathroom like an adult? No amount of hard work could get me back in her good graces if she found out I had let it get this bad. I had to make sure that no one watching could ever predict I was desperately in need of a pee. Gulping down a quick breath and steeling myself, I put on the cheeriest smile I could, then locked the door and headed to the beverage dispenser with my head held high. Every step jostled my bladder to the point I had to fight a reflexive wince off my face. Either Vivienne was far too focused on her work to notice anything out of the ordinary, or I actually managed a convincing act, because she kept her efforts on getting the slideshow to read clear on the board at the front of the room. "Obviously we'll have to be professional tomorrow, but I don't really care too much about that right now, so I hope you'll forgive me for being a little casual." I was split between focusing on her and the painstaking task of sitting down without giving anything away. The chair beside the lemonade dispenser looked uncomfortably low to my currently desperate self, and I had to take another breath as my mind wandered to thoughts on how nice it would be to sit on a toilet instead. Trying not to picture anything of the sort, I sat as quickly as I dared, knowing but not admitting what the consequences might be if I moved too fast. Just one poorly planned adjustment and everything could be soaked in the blink of an eye. Thankfully my behind settled into the chair without a single drop of leakage to be felt, but I made quite a point of squishing my pussy against the hard surface to apply as much pressure as I could when I first sat down. Despite its liquid cargo, my bladder felt like a solid and unyielding ball of pain and discomfort in my lower belly, and one that I could do nothing to soothe as it pressed on my overburdened little hole. It wasn't until I looked back to the lemonade that I recalled my directions with a sinking feeling of unparalleled gravity. Holding in my pee was hard enough, but having to add more to the load, all while keeping up a happy veneer? There were probably torture techniques less cruel than this, but I didn't have the freedom to complain or even break my composure. Gulping back a whine, I kept my fake smile as steady as I could, reaching for a cup with all the mock enthusiasm as I was able to muster. Trembling hands bravely took a Styrofoam cup off the pile and held it beneath the little faucet to pour, but I couldn't keep myself from hesitating in my agony, my wide eyes trailing up the rivulets of condensation to the top of the dispenser. The lemonade level was much lower in the glass container than it had been when Vivienne had kindly brought it in that morning, giving me a visual clue as to how much I'd downed in such a short amount of time, and the damning sight alone was enough to make my bladder throb. I'd been so happy she'd brought us something to share, and so delighted to try a beverage she had made, and so refreshed by every delicious sip... Beneath the fabric of my skirt I jammed my thighs together for security. My other hand pressed down on the release while I pretended to listen to the beginning of the presentation, every moment ticking by like an eternity. Eager to be done with the torture but very compromised, my finger's push on the nozzle was feeble and slipped after only a brief tap to start the flow. Vivienne didn’t notice the error but it was far from without consequences. A thin dribble of lemonade squirted out the tiny exit to patter audibly into the cup, and between the color and the way the droplets flowed over the Styrofoam it was quite easy for my desperation laden mind to make an obvious and painful comparison. The similarities conjured up unwanted but irresistible fantasies of my own release happening in a similar fashion, and the images that flashed before my eyes were so tempting I almost mewled out loud. It was so easy to imagine slipping a cup between my thighs and letting go under my skirt, all without panties in the way to slow me down or a care in the world for decency, and the pattering of pee hitting the cup would probably sound just like the lemonade- Heat that was far too wet for comfort appeared between my legs with enough speed to stop me in my tracks. Icy fear filled my body in response, the unmistakable dampness of a leak stopping just shy of dripping beyond my pussy and sparing my skirt from a wet patch. I had to take a few painstaking moments to grasp the gravity of what I'd almost done before it registered. Adrenaline was surging through me, but I had to remain completely still as I tried to grapple the fact that I'd almost peed myself, the few droplets I'd been irresponsible enough to let by still threatening to leak into my skirt without panties to soak them up. On reflex my legs jiggled under the strain of dealing with the near accident while still holding back a flood. "First slides are all introductions; I say my name and what I do here, even though they should all know me by now..." Vivienne knocked me out of my near crisis and back to the still ongoing situation in the present once I heard her playful dig. Coming quite close to cracking the cup in my panicked hands, I looked back up at the board to see the slideshow projected beside her, with our company photos laid over our job titles and other bits of information. In my agony I'd completely forgotten we were in the middle of practice. I was obviously failing to stay in control, and would need to do much better if I wanted to keep my secret under wraps. Gulping in nervous dread, I went back to the agonizing task at hand, moving as fast as I could to minimize the chances of losing my nerve. The fake smile on my face was little more than a tiny lift on the edges of my lips as I braced myself for the continuing torture. Holding the cup beneath the nozzle once again, I pressed the lever to start the flow of lemonade. Gentle pattering hit my ears with all the force of a waterfall. In my desperation the thin stream that flowed into the cup may as well have been a flood of biblical proportions, and the rising tide of bright yellow lemonade burned an unavoidable comparison into my mind, one that tempted me so much I had to intertwine my legs together like a pretzel just for some comfort. Beneath my skirt my pussy struggled the most. Every beat of my hammering heart came synchronized to a pounding pain against the tiny hole keeping it all inside, as if an ocean was battering my urethra every single second to try and struggle free. It was enough to bring agonized tears to my pretty blue eyes. Despite it all, I managed to stay dry until I had a full cup in front of me at last, but the exertion had left a considerable dent in my resolve. Sweat was once again perceptible in places both private and in full view. But in my refusal to submit I could only celebrate the small victory, even if I was still hardly out of the woods yet. "This slide is just the start of the process of the merger. It's all a bunch of self congratulatory garbage so I hope you'll forgive me if I'm less than enthusiastic; I can't be expected to fake sincerity two days in a row." Vivienne said as she kept on going, apparently heedless to my struggle by the grace of some merciful God. Despite everything I actually felt my smile become more genuine at the comment. Even with a need to pee like nothing I'd ever known, this woman always had the ability to make me feel better, especially when she was honest about how dumb corporate nonsense could be. I knew she'd play the part tomorrow and pretend to be as happy as the directors expected her to be, but I got the treat of seeing her genuine and far more hilarious presentation today. Perhaps focusing on that would be the key to holding it without as much struggle? Ignoring the cup in my hand, I kept my eyes on Vivienne, and found I was far more able to focus on her than anything else that could have distracted me. Such a thing was hardly unusual though. Staring at a beautiful woman didn't require much effort, even when you were still in the closet. If I was especially attentive I could see the small but lovely details in how her chest jiggled with the smallest movement to set it off, her every minute shift creating enough motion to bounce the outcropping breasts in their undoubtedly expensive bra, something her fitted blouse only accentuated with its soft, tight fabric. Then there was the curvaceous drop downwards to her hips... How incredible it was, to stop and admire how she thickened so much her ass would probably be able to block out a good portion of the projection if she stood sideways. It was a sight that helped me ignore my desperation, but also made the pain still remaining far more bearable. If anything the feelings she gave me mixed very well with a need to pee, and having no panties on and her not thinking anything was amiss was absolutely the icing on the cake of temptation. "Tina?" The cup in my hand was jostled when my name in her voice snapped me out of my delightful vacation from reality. Vivienne was looking at me expectantly, and it occurred to me that I hadn’t heard a word she’d said for some time and had no other way to respond but lost confusion. "Huh?" "Did you hear me? I asked if you thought some of these numbers were less than accurate." She reiterated, looking concerned with my reaction instead of annoyed. Given how I usually paid attention at all times that made sense, but now I had no idea how to save myself from appearing careless, so I quickly replied and threw a plan together as I went. "Oh, yes!" I said in an enthusiastic lie, scanning the page to find it was a list of exaggerated samples and inflated profits someone must have thrown together. Biting my lip at the strain of holding pee and strategizing at the same time, I babbled out an excuse for my inattentiveness, cringing at the lameness of what came out of me in the process. "S-sorry I'm just... I'm trying to memorize everything... So it goes well tomorrow." My words were near painful with their pitiful lack of conviction. Keeping my legs crossed, I tried to just focus now on the still considerable need to pee so I could avoid the scolding that had to be inbound, but instead found my ears delighted by a friendly reassurance. "Oh, you sweet little thing... These jerks don't deserve that from you." Vivienne soothed, striking my delicate heart with her platonic but still thrilling use of "sweet thing" as an actual way to refer to me. It wasn't the first time I'd heard her say it, but to have it directed at me... Something like electric heat tingled the depths of my pussy. Rubbing my thighs together, I felt my heart come close to bursting even while my bladder had a momentary war with my body in an attempt to relieve itself during the chaos. Thankfully nothing came out of me but a grateful babble of thanks and a dumb but genuine smile. Vivienne returned to the presentation at that, and I went back to focusing on keeping my bladder in check while using her as the perfect distraction, though I made something resembling an effort to listen as well. It was far from easy but at least it was doable. My panic was now something far more like annoyance at how clearly I was to blame for my own discomfort, between drinking without a care and stubbornly refusing to take a bathroom break when I'd had the chance. Had I simply acted like an adult the deed would be done and over, and relaxing with an empty bladder might have actually made this fun, especially since I was blessed by so lovely a sight to enjoy. But not once in my life had my shyness allowed me to ask for a bathroom, and there was not a single instance where I had been able to use one while another person was present... So at least that internal resistance helped me hold it a little better? Another spasm encouraged me to shift in the chair as a safeguard, my bare pussy rubbing against my skirt to create the friction I'd found so unhelpful but so far from unpleasant before, and I had to curl up to withdraw the soft lips lest they be tempted any further. Forgetting my panties was proving to be a repeated strike against me... One could almost wonder how I'd made it this far as an adult if I was so embarrassed by basic natural functions. Even if today was the first time I'd made such a mistake in my life, it was quite the blunder. Minutes ticked by far too slowly for my liking, forcing me to keep casting glances to the clock as I tried to hold on to what my boss was saying at the same time. There were lots of numbers, congratulations, and a number of facts that had questionable sources Vivienne called out each time. Most of it became indecipherable gibberish as soon as it hit my ears. On top of that the hands of the clock seemed to tick by louder with every tiny motion, to the point where after a few minutes I could hear them loud as a car alarm from my chair. A horrifying increase in the pressure I was fighting seemed to coincide with the amplifying volume, but I had no way of knowing if it was the result of more lemonade gathering at the exit, my own fading resilience, or just a slow deterioration of my resolve... All three were on the table as it was now. Not daring to look at the cup still cradled in my hands, I wished for the umpteenth time that I had simply done a million things differently... Bouncing my legs beneath the table and out of sight for some small alleviation of the pain, I let out a quiet and shaky sigh to try and calm myself. In the end all of this discomfort would be for something, right? I'd find a way to get to a bathroom before things got too bad... Wouldn’t I? There was no way I'd allow myself to get to the point where an accident was even a possibility, as I wasn't locked in and there was a bathroom just down the hall. All I had to worry about was staying calm and collected so the desperation was never suspected. "This is your part, Tina." Vivienne said, interrupting my chain of thought but not surprising me as badly this time. Seeing the information on the projection board, I recalled being assigned a data sheet that matched the basics of what was on screen, which she helpfully explained as she stepped aside to make room for me beside the laptop. "You'll be covering our specific branch and everything we did to contribute, which is all laid out here anyway. Just try to look perky while reading it." Nodding in painful understanding, it took all I had in me not to wince as I stood, the sudden shift in position squeezing my bulging bladder with enough force that adrenaline surged through me in panic. There was undeniable warmth on my pussy, but in truth it was impossible to tell if it was a few more escaping droplets or actually heat created from the strain of holding so much pee in. I didn't exactly have time to think it over. Taking my first step sent everything sloshing once more, and the ocean of piss inside of me crashed down, wielding its full weight on my tiny hole as my heel made contact with the floor. In what had to have been just the few minutes since I’d last walked, it had already gotten so much worse. Pain and pressure so intense I almost doubled over had to be forced down so I could keep going. Every step produced the exact same results, but I had no choice but to soldier on, my pride combining with an iron willed refusal to ever let Vivienne know I needed to pee. It was the hardest thing I’d done in my life, but eventually I crossed what had to be the mile separating us and arrived at the front of the room, my still full drink in hand. Hopefully the dim lights and glossy projection beam would keep my sweat hidden... "Right! So, our department..." I began, tapping a key on the laptop to get the slideshow full screen once more. My throat worked on autopilot to read the text with the hint of a smile I was able to fake, as the rest of me was far too occupied on not peeing myself to help. Every inch of my pussy was straining to hold back the flood that wanted nothing but to escape. Standing had made it a hundred times worse, which could no doubt be attributed to gravity, but it was so powerful it felt like something was working with malicious intent to increase the downward pull just to torment me. Not even knowing what I was saying, I tried every little trick I could to distract myself. Finishing the presentation meant we were done, and that would provide just the window I’d require for a bathroom break, so I needed only to stay strong a little longer. Intent on finding something to keep me going, I sought out anything capable of distracting the half of my mind that wasn't on autopilot, and caught a soft floral scent when I inhaled during my search... I knew from experience it was Vivienne's perfume. The realization was a distraction alright, but far more of a curse than a blessing. Focusing so much on my aching bladder had blinded me to her current proximity. Now it was impossible to ignore that she was right beside me, her much taller form no doubt towering over me as her expensive perfume filled my nose and clouded my mind, which once again sent tingles down my spine. Now though I was in no condition to endure them, and the usually delightful feelings pushed me near to the brink of losing control. God, it was hard enough to handle myself around her when I wasn't holding back a flood of pee... Everything about having her close made me want to imagine her warm body against mine while her hand slipped up my skirt and parted my thighs- "Tina?" Vivienne said just as I hissed in a breath of pain, the thought of a hand between my legs also taunting me with how relieving it would be to use my own and apply added pressure to the overworked exit. Instead my fists just balled to white knuckled tightness as I turned my head to face my still unassuming boss. Somehow she continued to only look concerned, though I was more than frustrated enough with myself for the both of us. "Do you have stage fright?" A response didn't attempt to so much as initiate on my tongue. In a way her diagnosis rang true; I was indeed afraid of being the center of attention and struggling now explicitly because I couldn't work up the courage to speak up and ask for a break, but that obviously wasn't what was being asked... Reading my frozen fear as the only response available to her, Vivienne continued, explaining her concerns and stepping closer. "You look a little pale, and you're curling up like a frightened puppy. Does the idea of talking in front of a crowd scare you?" She said, her perfume now rich in my nostrils and making me dizzy enough to be dangerously close to fainting. Wetness that wasn't just pee was perceptible between my legs when I shifted back from her. "S-sometimes..." I mumbled in a not dishonest reply. Fear of crowds had nothing to do with this hesitation though; everything tormenting me came down to a horrifying mixture of desperation and an inexplicable surge of arousal at her presence, which I usually had a better handle on. At this current moment though it felt like the two were mixing together, as if the need to pee and my lust for her fed off the mutual forbidden pleasure they created, and each was making the other stronger. It was truly like I was enjoying being desperate around her, and said enjoyment was turning me on to make appreciating her so much more sensual… but such a lecherous thing couldn't be true! I wasn't some kind of pervert! I was just a woman with a secret crush and not enough backbone to ask for a bathroom break... Vivienne smiled, her plump red lips drawing me in like they never had before. How many times had I fantasized about kissing them only to stop in shame? She wasn't married or dating as far as I knew, but she also probably had no attraction to women, and even if she did enjoy female company a young nobody like me certainly wouldn't make the cut. "Want to know a little trick of mine? I used to be terrified too, but if you stand with a touch more confidence, it can go a long way. Is it okay if I adjust you?" I had no doubt she meant putting her hands on me, something that was such a terrible idea I should have known to reject it with a lie in my current condition, but the temptation was far too great for my diminished willpower to have any hope of resisting. "Yes." If my one word reply was too enthusiastic she made no sign of being bothered, and instead got right down to work. Moving behind me, she came close enough for me to feel the warmth of her body, and the proximity triggered a new surge of tingling delight along the length of my back. A portion of that sensation settled down at the fork of my legs, creating a war between the resulting pleasure in my pussy and the agony in my already strained bladder as holding it became that much harder. Sweat was quickly appearing again as she laid her hands on my shoulders. "Keep your back up straight, like this." Delicate fingers pushed me into a more upright position, which tightened the loop of my skirt over my bladder and forced the pee downwards to ram against the exit. It was enough to make me want to scream. There was so much pain and pressure but it only mingled with and enhanced the pleasure of her contact, leaving me battling a kind of agony that had me leaking more of the other wetness between my lips. Despite it all I was obedient, my raging arousal and pain going molten and turning my body into something like a volcano overdue for a glorious eruption, a comparison bordering on literal in my case. My need for a bathroom was slowly becoming all encompassing, and the problem only worsened as she moved her hands lower to shift my posture even more upright, making it impossible not to discern the flood of piss trying to free itself. God it was so bad I could feel my bladder pressing outwards now; the rounded and bursting organ creating a none too invisible swell on my lower belly with nowhere for it to go but outwards. I was so full, so turned on, and so helpless between the two needs that I was little more than a frozen statue beside the laptop. "Oh, and make sure you pause for a sip." Let me know what you think in the comments please! I always love to hear feedback!
  13. From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    The one time she tries to stay dry.
  14. Very soon, I will be getting the wonderful, highly fetishized (Though I am one of the fetishists) job of being an office lady. Obviously, office ladies, at least here on the org, are held in high regard, as they take on the highly enjoyable job of wearing tight, uncomfortable, oppressive, bladder squishing, cold pencil skirts and black tights to a sterile, depressing, cold office to write equally sterile, passive aggressive e-mails to each other all day. With bathroom breaks few, and far between, and high heels that feel like walking in boots made of nails. I would like to know if anyone here has stories from when their, or, a fellow Office Lady's pencil skirt and black tights were in imminent danger, or thoroughly soaked out in the field, or in a public place in general? I'll give mine, as told by a friend who works in the building I will be working at. (with some bedazzling done by me to make it not sound like it was told by someone with no attraction to omo.) For the sake of privacy, her name is now Debby. Debby is a somewhat younger worker in the office, sitting at 29 years of age. (28 when this happened.) Debby had been a coffee addict, and may have gone too overboard that day, as she seemed to walk slowly and couldn't string together a sentence. My friend caught her dancing a bit near her chair when she walked in with some papers to give her, but pretended not to notice. A small group of the workers there, including debby had agreed to have dinner that night at the local Olive Garden, so at the end of the day, when my friend left with the rest to drive there, (Debby carpooled with ‘Steve’) in which, at least according to Steve, she was begging him the whole 30 minute drive there, so not even a mile from the place, he pulled over at a 7/11 to let her pee, only for her to wet herself in the parking lot, her bladder giving way to a torrential flood. She was almost an hour late to the dinner, as she had to shower and change, then drive her own car to the restaurant. Word got spread, and now its an inside joke whenever her name is mentioned to say, “Debby, which Debby?” (The one who pissed herself!) “Ooooh! That Debby!” … …. ….. She is the only Debby in the office.
  15. I want to know where op got the full video from. he clearly edited it so it can stay on youtube.
  16. Tensing up his muscles, Aaron sat at his desk crossed legged. He's been bursting for ages, one sip of water led to another till nearly 2 hours later he had drank almost 3 1/2 litres. Working away at his desk job had it's benefits , for one it distracted him and two he could hold himself without the worry of someone stumbling upon him. Squeezing the tip of his dick periodically, made the holding slightly easier yet sweat had already started to bead it's self across his forehead. His break wasn't scheduled for another 2 hours yet and he tried not to think upon the fact he knew he couldn't hold it for that long. The sudden noise of his phone ringing made his nerves jump , distracting him from his problem for a few seconds, allowing a hard stream to exit itself from his slit. It only lasted a few short seconds as he grabbed his crotch and the phone , but he could feel the hot wetness of his underwear taunting his dick to leak further. Oh how he wanted to just relax his poor aching bladder and watch the steaming puddle grow. But no!, he must hold and stay on the line for as long as he could. At this point Aaron was dancing. Not being able to keep still in his office chair,he swung the seat from side to side, bending over every now and again to try and keep the liquid held tight. 10 Minutes later , eventually his phone call ended and he knew he had to piss somewhere and quick!. Panicking he glanced around his small boxed office , The Bin? , The Plant? , The Water bottle? he couldn't choose!. He was torn between his desperate need and the fear of being caught, another jet of piss signalled he needed to make the choice. Rolling the chair over the large potted plant next to his desk , he scrambled to loosen his belt and zip, ripping down his soaked underwear his dick sprung up and immediately starting spewing golden liquid out of his tip, Aiming it down to the dry soil he gave the plant a good long soaking. A relived gasp escaped his lips as his tummy deflated and the pot became a splashing, swimming pool of piss. He pissed for around 5 minutes until a knock at his door made his almost empty bladder cease instantly, sending a shock wave through his bladder and an whimper escape Aaron. In walked his coworker Sarah , good job he manged to tuck his dick back in, as she walked her nose caught the strong smell of ammonia and then to the puddle still sinking into the soil of the plant. She then looked to Aaron who was now unsuccessfully trying to keep the remainder of his liquids inside. As he was about to start explaining himself his dick started to piss again involuntarily, with an audible hiss. Sarah watched as a defeated Aaron saw the dark patch on his crotch grow from the size of an apple till it was the size of a basket ball. Fully relieved , he put his head in his hands and waited for the response from a disgusted Sarah.
  17. Author's notes: This story is written for a friend who unfortunately doesn't have time to write her own stories. Aquraisus, thanks for waiting patiently for me to FINALLY get this thing going. I haven't seen much of the show, it might be be accurate. Not to be rude towards any hardcore fans, but I really don't about the small details, there's only so much I can learn without having the time to watch it! Anyway, here we go. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Retsuko stumbled off the elevator, heading to her post to begin another day of accounting. Laptop on her right, metal water bottle on her left. It was early in the mourning and she didn't really make the best decisions last night. What happened was sort of a blur... all she can remember was drinking with Fenneko at a bar, after that she can only recall waking up feeling like crap. Whatever happened, it was either fun, or messy. Walking down the hallway poor Retsuko tried her best to seem normal. Looking tired early in the mourning was a common sight, but looking delirious though? Not gonna fly in the strict work environment she's in! Retsuko sighed as she took her seat, with her hands free she took a gulp of her water. Hydration is key to her right now! Letting the bottle hit the table, she took out her laptop and turned it on. Ugh... a whole day of work ahead of her and a headache to make it more difficult than it needs to be. Leaning back in her chair she starred blankly into the screen as it loaded. In the corner of her eye she saw someone walk into the room. It was Fenneko, the little white fox had some explaining to do. Retsuko was dying to know what the heck happened. In the quietest mourning voice possible, she asked "Hi Fenneko, d-do you know what we did last night?" Fenneko turned towards her coworker and replied with a confident smile- "Hey Retsuko, I see you already have a water bottle ready, good... I just downed some water too. You have the yen on you right? Because I'm not doing this if you're going to bail out..." Retsuko could not be MORE CONFUSED. "What on earth are you talking about?" "The bet we made last night, you don't remember? You where pretty smug when we shook on it "Huh? Shook on what?!" "The holding contest? For 5k yen?" "5 thou- I don't get it..." "You where really that drunk last night huh? Well I might as well explain real quick before that fat pig comes around..." Fenneko took her seat "Don't worry I'll keep this quick." We now enter a flashback to last night, here the whole thing will finally make sense. Our 2 main characters are drinking together, absolutely drunk off their minds! Laughing loudly at each-other, Fenneko says "And I said to Tsunoda, a-are you- ugh- do you actually like that tea? Or are you just trying to show off you thighs?!" Retsuko LOST it at that moment. Laughing all over the place she tried to make out some words. "Was she- was she.... " she froze up for a second "Oh crap! I'm about to piss myself!" Still somehow smiling she got up, hunched over and ran towards the ladies room. With all that pee built up in her she might have leaked a bit in her panties...might... but fortunately for her she did make it in time. Feeling that sweet relief was overwhelming her mind completely! And after some time to get her head straight, she wobbled her way back to her friend. Jokingly, Fenneko said "Hahahaha, can't hold a drink? "Ahh yeeeaahh, I can hold it, just didn't want to!" "Your bladder is pathetic isn't it?" "No it's not! I'd put money on that!" "Ok ok ok, uhhhh, how about 5 thousand yen? Tomorrow at work we just drink-and see who can hold their pee longer" "5 thousand?! Y-you bet I'm in on that!" Retsuko stuck out her paw, and Fenneko shook it. We now return back to present time. Retsuko buried her face in her paws and leaned back. In a muffled tone she tried to say "Ohhhhohohh, thaaaaat... (sigh) I don't know about this, but... 5 thousand yen does sound nice, and if all I have to do is not pee... uhhh... I guess I'm good at holding it... ok... I suppose we have a bet then," Fenneko smiled "Good... I recommend you finish that water so it's fair, I'm no loosing to a cheater." "With the way the alcohol treated me, no problem." Picking up the bottle, she chugged the rest of the tall container until there wasn't a single drop left. Slamming back down she said "Ah, well that feels better." "It does for now, just give it some time and you'll be prancing for a bathroom break." "Yeah yeah, we'll see about that." With them being as busy as they usually are, they tap away at their keyboards. Retsuko is worried, no matter how much work she had to do, there wasn't anything that could take her mind off of this contest. She had thoughts like [What if I can't hold it? What if I pee myself in front of everyone? I couldn't live that down! I know I could always run off, but then I'd loose 5 thousand yen! I just need to focus]. Time goes by, hour by hour, already she's feeling the water hit her bladder. After only 2 hours she's wanting to head to the bathroom already! What do you think that does to her confidence?! Looking over at Fenneko, she wasn't even phased! She sat upright and worked liked it was any other day. Retsuko had plenty of doubts at this point. She leaned forward and resisted the urge to grasp herself. It was already the bad! She 5 hours in, and she was ready to BURST! Both of the never even went to lunch, they're desperation was so unbearable that they didn't even want to move. At this point they squirmed in place, it was impossible to keep still. Retsuko heard her Fenneko say "Give up! I know you want to!" "Never! I'm not loosing that much money over my bladder!" "Come on... I know you're gonna burst at some point! "Fenneko... I'm not leaving this spot, I'd pee myself before I do!" "Well then that's what you're gonna do! While I'm over here all nice a dry... "MMMMmmm shut up!" a wave of desperation hit her. There's no way she can go much longer, she needs a plan and fast. Let's take a look into her thoughts... [I can feel it moving down though me! I can't do this anymore! Maybe if I can find a way to make this easier. Maybe I could... let a little out! just a little though my panties! It'll soak into the chair, and if I do it right my skirt won't get wet. Ohh I hate everything about this plan, but I need to pee now!] Retsuko adjusted herself in her seat, in complete disbelief that she was actually about to do the unthinkable. She pulled her skirt up her back a little, allowing her undercarriage aim directly at the seat without worry of getting her outerwear wet. [Ok ok ok ok ok I can do this! Just a little...just like I'm sitting on a toi-] to her surprize, she wasn't able to control it! It shot out of her full force! [no no no no no nonoononononono!] Her bladder easily overfilled the seat and dripped onto the floor. The only thing she could do was watch in horror as she was having an accident in her workplace! Worst part, Fenneko saw it. Without hesitation she got up and said "I win, that's it I win. Oh crap I gotta gooooooo!" she darted straight down the hall for the bathroom. Grasping and prancing as she ran, luckily for the both of them, everyone else was still at lunch and couldn't see this humiliating display. Retsuko kept on pissing, the chair, the carpet, her pride, all done for! It took a solid minute and a half for her bladder to fully drain. She placed her forehead on the table and sat there in shame. That is until Fenneko came back into the room. "Phew... looks like I win huh? Ohhh my.... you really went all the way on that seat." No sign of movement came from Retsuko's body. "Riiiiight... well you still owe me my money, I'll let you take your time on that, but I WANT my money." Still no sign of anything from Retsuko. "(sigh) I'll go find you a towel to at least cover up with... just pray Haida come over here and tries any of his terrible pickup lines on you..." ----------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading this short story! I'd spend more time on it if I could but It got stumped for so long on this and just decided to end it in the best and quickest way possible. Overall I'm not that proud of this one, but for something written in one day with half an outline, I'd say it's about "ok" and nothing different. If anyone has any suggestions I'd be happy to hear them!
  18. I've recently started a job working in the offices of a large company, and I've been lucky enough to see some nice desperation sightings: During the induction week for the new starters, we had a guy come in and give a long, boring presentation that went on for around 2 hours. The presentation was first thing in the morning, and there was plenty of water, orange juice, tea and coffee being drunk to help people stay awake. Towards the end of the presentation, I noticed a few of the girls in our group were looking quite distracted, looking at the clock and fidgeting in their seats. Two girls sat near me in particular were looking particularly desperate - a very attractive blonde wearing tight black trousers and heels, and a cute brunette wearing a tight pencil skirt and heels, both in their early 20s. The blonde was quite red in the face, and was constantly shifting in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs every so often and taking frequent glances towards the clock. The brunette was leaning back in her seat with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot around and biting her lip. Both girls were looking worried and seemed to be debating whether or not to face the embarrassment of walking out of the room in front of us all. As the presentation finally finished, both girls shot up out of their seats before anyone else and hurried towards the door, wearing tense expressions and taking small, mincing steps. The presenter then realised he'd forgotten to mention something and spoke for a few more seconds, and both girls had to pause on their way out, the blonde crossing her legs tightly and the brunette gritting her teeth, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. They hurried out of the room as soon as the guy finished talking, along with a few others who were clearly also feeling the effects of a very full bladder. While sitting at my desk, I noticed that a senior manager (very attractive, curvy blonde lady in her 40s wearing a smart skirt suit, tights and heels) who was sat near me on a long conference call was looking quite tense, and was fidgeting about a lot in her seat. She had been sat there for well over 2 and a half hours and in that time had finished a large Costa coffee and at least two smaller cups of coffee from the machine in our office that people had brought her, as well as a cup of water. She was quite flushed and as I watched her, she sat right on the edge of her seat and was pushing her thighs together tightly, resting her hands on top of them. She seemed to be getting more and more frustrated that her meeting was overrunning, until she finally said very matter-of-factly 'Sorry to interrupt, but I have to ask that we try to wrap things up fairly soon'. She paused for a second, listening to someone talking, before laughing and saying 'Yes, and I've been sat here for nearly 3 hours and had about 3 cups of coffee, so I’m reaching my limit!'. She had to hang on for another few minutes, squeezing her thighs together and bouncing her knees, trying to concentrate on making her final points despite the immense pressure she must have been feeling in her bladder. Finally, the meeting was over and she hurriedly said her goodbyes before throwing down her headset and hurrying very quickly past me towards the toilets, her heels clicking quickly on the floor, smoothing down her skirt as she went. She came back after a couple of minutes looking very relieved! While sitting at my desk doing some work, a slim, attractive woman in her 30s wearing tight jeans and heels came over to speak to a project manager sat next to me. It was around lunchtime, and I overheard her say she had just come out of a very long meeting, which she was moaning to the guy sat next to me about. I noticed that she looked quite flustered and couldn't stand still for a second, constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot and crossing her legs one way then the other. At one point, he said something to make her laugh and she bent forwards for a second, resting her hands on her thighs before straightening up and resuming her fidgeting. We were sat fairly near the toilets, so she had obviously hurried to the loo after her meeting only to get caught up in conversation while she was dying to go (the guy she was talking to has a tendency to talk for ages as well). Eventually, after a lot more leg crossing and she managed to finish the conversation and turned towards the toilets, only to see that they had just been closed for cleaning! She moaned quietly in frustration and bounced on the spot, before hurrying off towards the closest set of toilets further down towards the other end of the office while looking around in slight embarrassment. Last week I had to attend a morning meeting around 2 hours drive away, and I got a lift with two women who were also attending, Jane (late 20s, athletic and quite attractive, wearing tight black trousers) and Emma (about 21, slim and gorgeous with long dark blonde hair, who was wearing a short skirt and black tights). Emma was driving, I was in the front seat and Jane was sat in the back. After we’d been driving about an hour and a half, I noticed that while both of the girls had been very chatty at the start of the drive, they now seemed to be distracted and were much quieter. They mentioned earlier that they had both drunk a large cup of tea before we set off, so I’m guessing that both of them were now quickly becoming desperate for the loo, I know I was certainly needing to go. Emma in particular was looking quite anxious, and I noticed that the half litre bottle of water she’d been taking frequent sips from was now nearly empty. As we got closer to our destination, we hit a large queue of very slow moving traffic. Emma sighed as we slowed to a crawl, and I noticed that she was driving with one hand on the wheel, with the other pushing down against her thigh, while squeezing both thighs together tightly – difficult to do when driving! ‘Not far to go now’ she said brightly, but there was a slight strain in her voice and her cheeks were flushed. ‘Good… cos I really need a wee’ Jane said shyly, and I glanced round to see her leaning forwards in her seat with her legs pushed together, resting a hand in between them. ‘I do as well’ I said jokily, and Jane laughed. ‘I’ve actually needed one for the past half hour’ she said, looking worriedly at the long lone of traffic in front of us. Emma, who had been paying attention to the road, suddenly said ‘Oh same, I REALLY need a wee, like, really really need a wee’, leaning forwards in her seat for a second as if to emphasise how badly she wanted to go. To my surprise, she continued. ‘I drink so much water, normally my bladder can handle it. I never go at work, but for some reason when I’m in the car I always need to go.’ Just then, the traffic which had been moving slowly, suddenly stopped. Jane leaned forwards, trying to see what was causing the holdup, and I heard her moan softly under her breath as she sat back down in her seat, squeezing her legs together and tapping her hands on her thighs. Shortly afterwards, the traffic started to move and after a few more anxious minutes, we were at our destination. I got out of the car, really needing to pee now that I was stood up, and Jane and I stood waiting for Emma to lock the car and get her bag out of the back. ‘Ooh… god I need a wee.’ Jane muttered, almost dancing from foot to foot and looking at the office we were visiting. We walked quickly into the reception and told the receptionist who we were meeting, and she called him to let him know that we’d arrived. As she spoke on the phone, both Emma and Jane were looking anxiously round, but there were no toilets to be seen. Jane was gently shifting from foot to foot, and Emma stood with her long legs very tightly crossed, biting her lip and watching the receptionist intently, both of them looking rosy-cheeked and flustered. As soon as she put the phone down, Jane asked her if there were toilets nearby. The receptionist explained that they were inside the office, but we needed to wait for the guy we were meeting to give us our visitor passes and escort us through. ‘Ooh, hope he hurries up’ Emma said quietly, making us both laugh. A few seconds later he arrived, handed us our passes and we followed him down the corridor to the meeting room. As we walked into the room, Jane and Emma hurriedly put their bags down on the table and took off their coats. ‘Sorry but I really must nip to the loo, where abouts are they?’ Jane asked hurriedly, moving quickly towards the door, followed closely by Emma. The guy showed us the way and we all walked quickly down the corridor towards relief. Another sighting featuring Jane from the story above. A few weeks ago, Jane and I were sitting on the bus on the journey home (the company runs its own bus service that runs from the office, through the city centre, and to the suburb where we live, with lots of stops along the way). The route normally takes around an hour, but because of particularly heavy traffic that day, it was taking about 20 minutes longer. As the bus got close to our stop, I noticed Jane sat just in front of me and across the aisle. She was sitting with her legs very tightly crossed, which was difficult to do as there isn’t much leg room on the bus, bouncing them every so often with a hand pushed between them. Every time the bus stopped, she leaned out of her seat to look at the traffic in front of us, getting more and more frustrated as time wore on. She had headphones on, otherwise I would have asked her what was bothering her so much, even though I’m sure it was because she was dying for a pee. As I watched her, she uncrossed her legs, squeezed her thighs together tightly while leaning forwards in her seat, before recrossing her legs the other way. She did this a few more times, until a few minutes later when our stop finally arrived. As we got off the bus, she took her headphones off and turned around to say bye to me, as we live in opposite directions from where the bus drops us off. ‘I can’t believe how bad the traffic was tonight’ I said just before she started to walk away, trying to stall her for a bit longer. She crossed her legs tightly and smiled. ‘Yeah it was awful, sorry I would stop and chat but I really need to go to the loo!’ she said breathlessly, bouncing on the spot with her legs still tightly crossed. I laughed and we said our goodbyes, before she hurried off to relief. Another bus sighting. It was another day with heavy traffic and the route home was taking longer than normal. I noticed that a curvy, cute blonde girl with glasses sat directly opposite me across the aisle was bouncing one knee quickly up and down every few seconds, looking anxiously at the long line of cars in front of us. She had bought a large cup of coffee from the office canteen and had been taking frequent sips throughout the journey, and by now it looked like she was starting to feel the effects in her bladder. We still had about 10 minutes left to go before it was time to get off, and as the minutes ticked slowly by, her knee bouncing got more and more frequent until it was almost constant, and I saw her bite her lip a few times. Unfortunately my stop came (mine is the second to last stop – the last stop is right in the centre of the suburb about 2 minutes further) so I didn’t get to see the outcome, but I’m guessing she had a desperate walk home ahead of her with a very full bladder. A couple of weeks ago, I was walking out of the canteen, and just in front of me one of the canteen staff (a cute blonde woman in her late 20s, wearing a black polo shirt and tight black trousers) was hurrying towards the toilets. As she turned the corner, she stopped and gave a frustrated sigh, seeing that the cleaner was just putting up the sign on the toilet door to say that they were closed for cleaning. The cleaner glanced round and the blonde woman said ‘Ooh can I just go in quickly? Sorry but I’ve been waiting forever’, bouncing on the spot to show how badly she wanted to go. The cleaner said it was fine, and let the woman walk past her into the toilets. ‘Oh thanks so much, I’ll be two minutes!’ she said breathlessly as she hurried in. It was around 2pm, and she had obviously been stuck on the till since before 12 serving people during the lunchtime rush, and had only just got a chance to go. At the office building where I am based most of my time, there is a fairly large call centre where staff spend hours on the phones taking calls from customers. The call centre workers have set breaks, and unless it is their breaktime they’re often not allowed to just leave their phone unattended, unless they ask their manager if they can go for a quick loo break. However, it seems like most of the staff hang on until their break even if they’re bursting. I’ve seen a few anxious looking women hurrying to the toilets, which are just outside the office where the call centre is located. The most memorable sighting I had was when I saw a very cute, short and slightly curvy girl in her late teens/early 20s, wearing a short skirt and black tights, rushing out of the office. She was resting a hand on the front of her skirt, not quite holding herself but not far from it, and she was very red in the face. As soon as she saw me she quickly moved her hand back to her side and gave me an embarrassed looking smile, before biting her lip as she pushed open the door to the toilets. It’s also not uncommon to see some of the call centre staff go straight out for a smoke and wait until just before their break ends to go back in for a pee, so there are often plenty of women stood out in the smoking area fidgeting around with their legs very tightly crossed! Hope you enjoyed these sightings, hopefully there will be many more to come!
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  23. 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.
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