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  1. Some years ago i wrote a similar story about hitchhiker boy , now it is a girl who is hitchhiking. Peter was on the way back home from a business trip. It was 10 am, he had a late breakfast and was coming back from the restaurant to his car. Just a little ahead of him stopped car, the driver was staying inside and a young girl did get out of the car, opened the back door and took a rucksack out of the back seat. The girl, she was just over 18, she was standing still for a moment and looked around. She did wear a denim T shirt and tight short shorts. She had a cute face and she looked absolutely sexy in her outfit. She turned around and started to walk in direction restaurant. Peter could see the there was a label on her rucksack with the name of a town about 4 hours away from the parking lot, but just 20 minutes from his own home. It would be great to take her with him for the rest of the way, she would change his business trip to a pleasure trip, he thought to himself. He started to drive, stopped beside the girl and asked her if she would like to get in. The girl hesitated for a moment, but then she told him that she would like it. “Hi, i am Sue.“ she said.“ smiled and was getting in the car. “I am Peter, but can you tell me what a such beautiful young girl like you is doing alone on the road. She told him that she is in her holidays and that she is traveling since 3 weeks during the country and now she is on the way home. She was sitting beside him and he noticed that she was from the nearness even more pretty and sexy than at the first sight. He could not get his eyes away from her slim, bare wonderful shaped, sexy legs. He was so impressed about her that he would have travelled around the whole world with her. After a while he had noticed that she had her thighs pressed hard together and that she was sometimes rubbing her knees. “Is that beautiful creature beside him needing to wee ?“ he thought to himself. Peter loved nothing more than girls who are desperate to pee and he had a good eye for that. Just a little later, as she crossed her legs very tight , Peter asked her „do you need to wee?“ “Oh yes, i am needing to wee very urgently, i didn’t have my morning pee today, but it is not really necessary to stop very soon i can hold it for a while longer. Hitchhiker have to have a strong bladder, especially girls are to shy and sometimes to proud to beg for a pee stop.“ answered the girl. Peter was hard at the moment. „When did you last wee and how much longer will you be able to hold it?“ he asked. “I didn’t wee since yesterday evening and it would be great if we could stop in space of one hour, until I’ll hold it.“answered Sue. Peter could see a little bulge in the girls flat belly and the imagination that the girl didn’t wee since yesterday, turned him on very much. “Sorry for my honestly, but girls with a full bladder who are holding their pee are turning me on very much, therefore i make you a offer, i bring you home exactly to your house door if you hold it back until then .“ said Peter. „That means we don’t stop for 3 hours?“ asked the girl worried. “That means no weeing for you for minimum 3 more hours. We can stop for something to eat and something to drink , i invite you gladly for a lunch, but you don’t go to the toilet.“ said Peter. „ I am already needing to wee really very badly, but i will try it, i am good trained.“answered Sue. It was noon as they stopped at a service station. Sue was getting out of the car and walked very stiff with small steps in direction restaurant. “Is it that bad?“ asked Peter with a trembling voice. “Yes it is, it must be bad, i didn’t wee since 14 hours.“ answered Sue. They had to DRINK and to eat and Peter had so much time in opposite to Sue who was getting more and more restless. She had her sexy legs close together and her knees pressed hard against each other. 40 minutes later they were ready to go back to the car. „May i use the toilet before we go?“ asked the girl. “No you may not, we have a deal!“ answered the guy. “Okay, okay, it was just a question.“ said Sue and walked with Peter with rubbing knees to the car. The girl had not weed since 15 hours and did still not use the toilet, she went with her very full bladder to the car and was willing to hold it for 2 hours longer. That was so exciting and arousing for Peter and the knowing that she drank a large pop was a extra turn on for him. Again she was sitting so close beside him and again he could not take his eyes off her. Because of the large drink at lunch and because of her long holding time, it was afternoon and she didn’t wee since yesterday evening, was her urge and her need getting stronger and stronger. She could no more hide that she was full to burst and her bladder was now visible bulging out of her flat tummy. She was rubbing her knees, she was bleeding forward and sometimes she squeezed her thighs with both hands very hard. “Sorry but i can’t stand that much longer, all my belly hurts from needing to wee so bad and i am near to wet myself and your seat. Can we stop somewhere at a parking lot?“ asked Sue. The girl had both hands pressed between her wonderful thighs, she had her hands exactly there where Peter wanted to push so bad a part of himself inside her. He realized that the girl was near her limit and that she would not be able to keep her wee inside her until she could go at her home. Peter made her a new offer, a half an hour longer and then he would go to a quiet place with her to let her piss, but she must let him watch. Sue agreed and said that she would do ALL for a wee. “Really ALL?“ asked Peter. “You naughty, dirty boy!! You mean that i would let you fuck me for letting me pee?“ asked Sue. They were both pretty horny as well about that situation. Peter had already one hand on the girl’s naked thigh and asked „Would you let me!“ The poor girl was whining from needing to wee so bad, the last drink exploded nearly her bladder and she was starting to leaking. She had already a dark, wet spot between her thighs. Peter was putting his hand on it, he was feeling the wetness of her urine and he was rubbing her pussy with the fabric of her wet shorts and her wet panties. We will find a place to stop for you, you can then let something out of there before we but something inside and pressed hard on the girls cunt which was needing to wee so very, very badly. Peter could not resist to feel the girl’s bladder and to press on it. He pressed so hard and deep into the girl’s belly, on her so much overfilled bladder until the wet spot was growing, until she moaned and groaned from pee need , until she leaked again. He did leave already the motorway and was driving at a small country road. He stopped at a little forest. Sue was getting out of the car with one hand pressed hard against her pussy. She pulled her shorts and her wet panties down and started to piss full force. She pissed with high pressure all the urine out of her what she had stored with pain for 16 hours inside her poor overstretched bladder. Peter was so much impressed and so horny and said loud „ that was so amazing, so great and so horny, unbelievable what you let me show, i have never before seen a girl piss so powerful and so long. Girl you are absolutely gorgeous!!!“ Before the girl was able to pull her panties up, Peter was starting to fuck her pee wet cunt and she did let him do it. They fucked like crazy after being so horny for so long. On the way to her home said Peter „ That was so great, we should do that again, but we made a big mistake , next time we fuck before you piss. Your bladder must be full to explode during all the time we are fucking, you will see and feel how good that feels.
  2. Years ago, at a time where you had to buy your ticket for the cinema at a cash desk, was a middle aged man standing in line for to buy his ticket. The line was moving very slowly and right in front of him was a girl standing with her sexy legs tight crossed. She turned around and said to him.”Why does the line move so slowly? Why don’t they open a second cash desk? The tickets are expensive enough, nearly no more affordable for a poor student girl like me, but they make us wait for so long on purpose. ”It is really a shame.” answered the guy. “But there is still a half an hour until the film is starting, we will be not to late .” he said. “ I am not afraid to be to late, but i need to go to the toilet so bad, i’ll wet my panties if they don’t hurry up.” The man could not believe what he heard, but he was getting hard at the moment, because girls desperate to pee turned him on very much as long as he can think, as long as he can remember. He wanted to take his chance to make the girl wait and hold and therefore he said “ The tickets are really very expensive, but i tell you a way how you can save your money.” “How can i do that? How can i save money?” asked the girl curious. ”That is very simple, i love it very much if girls are needing to wee but don’t go, i love it very much if girls hold a very full bladder for so long as any possible. If you don’t go to the toilet, if you go in with your full bladder and if you hold it until the end of the film, I’ll pay your ticket.” answered the man. ”That is so strange, your offer is so unusually, but for a poor student girl is it a lot of money just for 2 hours pee holding.” said the girl. ”Does it mean that you will do it?” asked the guy lustful. ”I am needing to wee since hours and by now very bad and very urgently, but i was always very good at pee holding, 2 more hours MUST be possible especially if i can sit, I’ll do it!” answered the girl. ” You make me really happy.” said the man and told her to wait at the coffee shop right on the corner until he comes with the tickets. ”That it is an easy money for you.” he said and smiled. ”That will not be an easy money for me, it will be a hard earned money for me, i am full to burst and my bladder is screaming for relief. It will take all my power to hold it.” she said, smiled back and went with rubbing knees to the coffee shop.
  3. From the album: Off limits fanarts :3

    This image refers to the first page of the comic "off limits" This tells the moment where after a very long test/exam and after having drunk about 4 green teas, Dakota runs desperately to the bathroom, meeting Courtney, who would realize that Dakota cheated on an exam, and (probably guided by her omorashi fetishes) blackmails her by calling all the girls she knows in order to humiliate her, denying her the ability to urinate for 24 hours, otherwise Courtney will proceed to tell the instructor about her cheating, thus probably being reinstated from her scholarship "one drop and your scholarship ends" in his words
  4. Here you can see my image edits and sometimes drawings involving my favorite fetishes, mainly omorashi/pee desperation themed pictures. First off, we have "Desperate Alejandra" Here's an older drawing of mine about Alejandra from Overwatch who is desperate to find a bathroom in her school. But unfortunately she didn't find one in time...
  5. Hey there!! I'm an active member for past 2 years here and I have been enjoying being in the community seeing a lot of Indians or Desi people out here sharing their indie experiences and stories too. I would like this to continue and since for Indians, I have also started and maintaining a server for Indian Omorashi content for 2 years. I'm planning to have an active community full of Indians who are interested to get into the Indian side of Omorashi mainly many Indians like me who are searching. I wanted to do this job a bit easier for everyone. Just state a solution so we all can be grouped together!!
  6. There is a island with no industry, no factories and no farming. There are only hotels and bungalows for tourists to make holiday on that island. The people there offer the best service you can ever imagine. They offer the best hotels, the best food, the best drinks and in the price included are the best boys and girls for love and for sex. Girls for boys, girls for girls, boys for girls, boys for boys and girls and boys for couples. You can choose at the booking dada, the kind of hotel room or the kind of house and on the other hand you can choose your servant - girl or boy- for your duration of stay. That means gender, age, of course over 18, and the body type from skinny to curvy and from little to tall. Then you get pictures per mail of many persons for your choosing. All that island is like an exclusive all inclusive resort with hundreds of service girls and boys who are all very sexy dressed and they are showing all very much naked skin. Furthermore of your private servant you are permitted to use all the other services boys and girls, who are all around in this resort for your lust and for to have sex with them. They look like Asian, they are very pretty, very slim, totally smooth and they are absolutely devote. They are born and trained to serve and they love to serve and to offer their bodies. All of them loves their job and their life and they are proud about their image to be the best and the most tendered lovers in the world. As well girls and as well boys love that. Peter heard about this island from friends, but he had never been there before. It was very expensive, but he was so curious that he booked for 2 weeks a hotel room and a very pretty, super slim servant girl. He was very excited and full of expectations many days before. Peter arrived with a luxury boat late morning, nearly noon at the island. He was absolutely impressed, it was like a film of a fairy tale. A wonderful beach with bars, many different swimming pools, many restaurants and coffee shops and so many pretty girls and boys for entertainment and for service. They were all dressed in the same color. The girls did wear depending of their job, ultra short skits, mini dresses, denim short shorts or sexy tiny bikinis. The boys did wear either micro shorts or extra small swim trunks. Some of the boys did wear mini skirts the same as the girls did wear. They were all so extreme pretty, extreme sexy and absolutely friendly. When ever Peter looked at one of them, equal boy or girl, they were smiling like the sun was shining. Peter is bi and he did not even know where he should look at first, at the boys or at the girls. It was already a little bit after noon, as one of this sexy, super cute boys guided Peter to his room. The room was very luxurious and for his surprise was his personal servant girl already there. She went to him, kissed him with soft, wet lips on his cheeks and said “ I am your “Jeany in the bottle “, i try to satisfy all your wishes for the next 2 weeks.” The girl was more prettier than at the picture. Her face was great and her body was gorgeous, she was like she was made just for him. They did spend a wonderful afternoon at the beach, they went for a good dinner at evening and Peter had his best sex he ever had at that night. After they had a long shower together, they went to sleep and slept until the morning. ”May i please wee ??!” whispered the girl as soon as Peter waked up. ”Why are you asking?” asked the boy back . “Sorry for asking, i know that i shouldn’t do that.”said the girl. ”You don’t have to be sorry, i just wanted to know why you asking for a wee?”wanted Peter know. ”Oh i see you don’t know our rules. Me and my body is yours for 2 weeks. You owns my body and you control my bodily needs. I have not the right to relive my self without your permission. I have not even the right to ask for the first 24 hours.” answered the girl. ” You didn’t wee since already 24 hours? That can not be, you have been at the toilet yesterday before sleeping.” said Peter. ”I have been at the toilet, but just for to brush my teeth and not for to wee. I did not wee since yesterday morning.” replied the girl. ”Didn’t you need to go before sleeping last night?” asked Peter with a trembling voice. ”Sure that i was needing to go, but you did not let me, i am not allowed to ask for the first 24 hours.”answered the girl. “I didn’t let you wee ?” asked Peter bewildered. ”You did not let me, because you did not say especially that i would be allowed to wee before sleeping. You did pee before you went to the bed and you did know that i have not weed all day long, i did drink as much as you, so you have known that i would need to go as well, but you did not say that i should go, therefore i thought you would not let me, because you like it to make me go to bed with my bladder full from the day. There are many boys and guys who like that, who like it to make us girls hold our wee for long periods of time and who like it if we girls have a very full bladder in our bellies. Now you know our rules.” said the girl. ”I am allowed to ask the first time for a wee after one entire day, but you don’t have to let me go, you can deny me to wee, you can make me hold. My body is yours, you decide when and what i eat and what i drink and you decide when i wee and how long i have to hold it.”continued the girl. ”How long can i make you hold? How long are you able to hold it?” wanted the boy know. ”As long as you like it! We are good trained to control our bodily needs. Our bladders can get pretty big if they have to.”answered the girl. Peter could not believe what he heard. He lays in bed with one of the most beautiful girls in the world and she told him that she would hold her wee inside her gorgeous body as long as he give her permission to let it out. Nothing was more arousing for Peter than a girl who is needing to wee but don’t go, or can’t go, nothing makes him more horny, than a girl who is holding her wee back in her bursting full bladder until she can’t anymore. This 2 weeks will become 2 weeks in paradise for him!!!
  7. I have had a lot of artwork done for me and wanted to keep them all in one place. (I got permission form the artist before I shared) Leon S. Kennedy from RE wetting while fighting a zombie. Artist: @pogbernard (I have more drawings but I’m waiting on the artist permission before I post them)
  8. "Project X427" Prologue As the sun began to set over the historic Grand Theatre, whispers of anxiety and uncertainty echoed through its hallowed halls. The once-thriving cultural hub had fallen on hard times, its attendance numbers dwindling in recent seasons as the world around it continued to evolve. In an effort to breathe new life into the venerable institution, the Grand Theatre's board of directors took a bold and unconventional step: they hired infamous director Sarah James to spearhead this year's production. The news of James' arrival at the Grand Theatre sent ripples of excitement and trepidation through the local community. Known for her avant-garde approach to theatre and her penchant for pushing boundaries, James promised a season that would leave audiences breathless and spellbound. And with opening night just around the corner, anticipation was building to feverish heights. "Project X427" Part 1 - Newspaper report before the premiere An article from the "Daily Star" [August 23th], two days prior to the premiere Title: "Urine Trouble: Grand Theatre's Bold New Play Sparks Controversy" As the historic Grand Theatre prepares to open its doors for another season, anticipation is building for the groundbreaking production that infamous director Sarah James has promised to deliver. But not everyone in the community is excited about the upcoming show. According to insiders, the new play – which remains under wraps until opening night – involves a considerable amount of on-stage urination. While some view this as an innovative and daring approach to theatre, others are decrying it as an affront to decency and a step too far in the name of artistic expression. The controversy began when the first reports about the new season hit the streets, with headlines like "Grand Theatre to Shock Audiences with New Production Involving On-Stage Urination!" and "Infamous Director Sarah James Goes Too Far?" Supporters of the production argue that urination is a natural bodily function and that incorporating it into theatre is a way to challenge societal norms and push the boundaries of artistic expression. They also point out that realism and authenticity have long been key components of great theatre. Many people, however, are not convinced. Some have taken to social media to express their outrage, with comments ranging from "Disgusting! I will never set foot in that theatre again" to "This is an affront to decency and common sense." As the debate rages on, one thing is clear: Grand Theatre's bold new production is sure to leave a lasting impact on audience – for better or for worse. Stay tuned for more updates as opening night approaches. "Project X427" Part 2 - Newspaper reports after the premiere A report from the "Observer" [August 27th]: "Sarah James' controversial play "Project X427" : A Bold and Transformative Theatrical Marathon" Subheadline: "The inclusion of real urination on stage in "Project X427" challenges the boundaries of theater, as two courageous actresses portray desperate women during a 90-minute endurance test." Body: Sarah James' latest production at the historic Grand Theater, "Project X427" has left audiences and critics alike spellbound by its bold and transformative exploration of human potential. This daring play, which pushes the boundaries of traditional theater and challenges societal norms, has left a deep impact on those who dare to witness its extraordinary performances. At the heart of this groundbreaking production are two courageous actresses, who endure 90 minutes of desperation on stage before finally being able to relieve themselves in an incredible display of urination. Their dedication and commitment to their craft, as well as their ability to embody desperate women both physically and emotionally, leaves viewers in awe of the depths of human experience. The inclusion of real urination on stage in "Project X427" may be a shocking concept, but it is precisely this audacious display that takes theater to new heights. For those who have the courage to face their discomfort and explore the depths of human endurance, the result is a profound sense of awe and transformation. As we leave the theater, the images and messages from "Project X427" remain etched in our minds – not just as a memory of a daring theatrical spectacle, but as a reminder of the power of human potential and the courage it takes to push boundaries and challenge societal norms. The true beauty of this production lies not only in its shocking displays but in the deeper meaning and thought-provoking themes that resonate long after the final curtain falls. For those who seek a truly transformative theatrical experience, "Project X427" is a must-see – a bold and unforgettable journey into the depths of human endurance and the power of art to challenge and inspire us all. A review by the "The Daily Chronicle" [August 27th]: Headline: "Sarah James' "Project X427": A Shocking and Empowering Masterpiece" Subheadline: "The audacious new play by daring director Sarah James explores themes of equality, empowerment, and the human condition through an unconventional lens." Body: In a bid to revitalize flagging attendance numbers at the historic Grand Theater, artistic director Hank Thompson took a bold gamble by hiring the infamous and enigmatic Sarah James. Known for her groundbreaking productions and fearless storytelling, James' arrival at the theater was met with equal parts excitement and trepidation. The previous season had seen disappointing attendance numbers, and the hire of the controversial director and her extra controversial play were seen as a last-ditch effort to draw crowds back to the historic venue. The result: "Project X427", a production that has left both audiences and critics reeling with its unapologetic exploration of provocative themes and seemingly impossible feats. The play, which stars an ensemble cast of talented actors and actresses, centers around a group of four business people in an inconvenient situation, starred by compelling actors. As a result of their work on "Project X427", a novel soft drink, their bladders are filled to the brim. Their performances have left viewers speechless and contemplating the deeper meaning behind their provocative scenes. The production's climax features a series of shocking and seemingly impossible feats – including a sequence in which the actresses reportedly push themselves to their physical limits by urinating in unprecedented quantities. And, Sarah James as well as the actresses confirm that their urination is real and not staged. James has long been known for her unflinching approach to storytelling, tackling controversial topics with finesse and grace. With "Project X427" she delves deeper than ever before into themes of equality, empowerment, and the complexities of the human condition. The play is a clever commentary on societal expectations and the power of self-expression. Through its unconventional exploration of these weighty issues, "Project X427" has sparked intense debate among audiences and critics alike. Some view it as a brave and groundbreaking work that challenges the status quo, while others find it offensive and unnecessary. Regardless of one's perspective, there is no denying the power of James' vision and the impact this production will have on the world of theater. As the curtains close on another spellbinding performance at the Grand Theater, some may wonder if so much urination is truly necessary in a work of art. But one thing remains certain: Sarah James continues to captivate audiences with her bold and unforgettable storytelling – and the physical limits of her performers are no exception. The true nature of "Project X427" will remain a mystery, leaving viewers with more questions than answers – and that is precisely the point. A review in the "The Frontier Gazette" [August 27th] Title: "A Splash of the Unexpected: Sarah James' Latest Production Leaves Critics Baffled and Audience Soaked" In a world where theatre productions often blur the lines between art and absurdity, infamous director Sarah James continues to push boundaries with her latest offering, "Project X427". Set aboard an ill-fated train ride, four business people – Lucy, Maria, and two gentlemen – find themselves in an uncomfortable predicament: their bladders full and the train's toilets out of order. As the hours tick by and the tension mounts, James wastes no time in exploiting this predicament on stage. The audience is left witnessing a veritable flood during various scenes, as the confines of the train cabin become increasingly unbearable for all involved. Even the most insensitive among us can't help but be taken aback by the audacity of the performances unfolding before our very eyes. However, it's not just the volume of liquid that leaves one drenched; it's the unexpected twists and turns in this unconventional tale. James masterfully weaves a narrative exploring themes of gender inequality and societal norms within the context of this unusual predicament. The result is an intriguing commentary on human nature that leaves us pondering long after the final drop. Critics are divided on the merits of "Train of Thought." Some argue that James' unflinching approach to realism adds depth and authenticity, while others see it as a crass attempt to shock for the sake of shocking. One thing is certain: Sarah James continues to deliver what her fans have come to expect – the unexpected. Despite the polarizing reactions, there's no denying that "Train of Thought" is a production that leaves you feeling both invigorated and drenched – in more ways than one. Whether you choose to embrace the splash hits or run for cover, it's impossible to deny that this latest offering from Sarah James is a true testament to her innovative spirit and boundless creativity. But be warned, dear reader: this production may not be for the faint of heart or those with a weak bladder. Prepare yourself for a night of unforgettable theatre that will leave you pondering the limits of art and nature's call. "Project X427" Part 3 - Interviews Interview with Actress Amelia Davis in "The Weekly" [September 14th] In a world where theatre productions aim for originality and innovation, Sarah James' latest creation, "Project X427" has left audiences spellbound. At the heart of this groundbreaking production is a mesmerizing performance by Amelia Davis, who breathes life into a character that defies expectations and pushes the boundaries of traditional storytelling – all while enduring a very full bladder and withholding from relieving herself, as her co-star Samantha Park faces the same challenge. In this interview, we delve deeper into Amelia's experiences preparing for her extraordinary role. Interviewer (I): Welcome to our exclusive interview with actress Amelia Davis! Your work in theatre has left many intrigued by your unique approach to acting and character development. Can you discuss what initially drew you to the craft of theatre? Amelia (A): I've always been captivated by the power of storytelling to transport audiences to new worlds, provoke thought, and create emotional connections. Theatre offers a unique opportunity to be a part of that process, both as an artist and as a collaborator with other talented individuals. I: Your role in "Project X427" has been described as groundbreaking and physically demanding. What drew you to the character of Lucy and her unique challenges? A: Sarah James' reputation for delivering unconventional productions that challenge societal norms was a significant draw for me. The special physical challenges of this role, including enduring a very full bladder while constantly watching others relieving themselves, were also fascinating for me as an actress. It was a unique opportunity to explore the complexities of a character who defies expectations in unexpected ways and delve deeper into themes of societal norms and personal transformation. I: The production has gained notoriety for its daring elements, most notably your impressive urination performance on stage after hours of holding it in. How do you cope with the reactions from audiences when it comes to this controversial aspect? A: I believe that art should challenge us and inspire thought, even if it's uncomfortable or difficult at times. While some viewers may find certain elements shocking or controversial, others appreciate the depth and complexity of the story being told. Ultimately, my goal is to create a lasting impact on audiences and leave them with something to ponder long after the performance is over. I: "Project X427" explores themes of societal norms and personal transformation. How do you relate these themes to your character and the production as a whole? A: Lucy's journey in "Project X427" serves as a powerful reminder that we should embrace our individuality and push beyond societal expectations. Her experiences challenge us to question what is considered 'normal' and inspire us to be true to ourselves, no matter how unconventional or unexpected the path may be – much like the physical demands of the role itself. Interview with Sarah James in the "Courier" [September 8th]: Interviewer (I): Good evening, Sarah James. I'm thrilled to have the opportunity to speak with you about your latest production, "Project X427" The concept is quite unique, and the audience is certainly in for a surprise. Could you tell us a bit more about the inspiration behind your creative setup? Sarah James (S): Absolutely. "Project X427" was born out of the desire to explore the theme of gender inequality in subtle yet unexpected ways. The idea came to me during a long train ride when I observed how differently men and women handle situations where they need to relieve themselves urgently. I wanted to create a situation that would challenge those norms and provide an opportunity for both genders to experience frustration and relief together. I: It's quite intriguing how you've used the element of urination to convey this message. Why is so much urination necessary in your production? S: Urination, as a physical necessity, is something that everyone can relate to. By incorporating it into the play, we create an immersive experience that resonates with the audience on a visceral level. It's not just about the relief of urinating but also about the desperation leading up to that moment. In this production, the situation forces the characters to confront their own needs and the societal expectations surrounding them. I: Some might argue that the large quantities of urine released on stage are unnecessary or even shocking. How do you respond to such criticisms? S: I believe that using the element of surprise and shock can be a powerful storytelling tool when used effectively. By pushing boundaries and challenging societal norms, we as artists can spark conversations and provoke thought. In "Project X427" the large quantities of urine serve to emphasize the intensity of the characters' physical and emotional states. It's important to remember that our intentions are not to offend but to challenge perceptions and encourage dialogue around topics that may be considered taboo or uncomfortable. I: Could you speak a bit more about the added value of having the actors and actresses perform real urination on stage? S: Absolutely. By choosing to incorporate real urination, we create a heightened sense of authenticity and immersion for the audience. It's one thing to imagine the desperation and relief experienced by the characters; it's another to witness it firsthand. Furthermore, having the actresses take control of their bodies and their situations in a powerful, self-confident way adds an element of empowerment and strength to their performances that is both captivating and inspiring. I: Sarah, you've touched on the importance of authenticity and immersion in your production. Could you discuss how the real and intense desperation experienced by the actresses contributes to this experience? S: Absolutely. While real urination is not an uncommon occurrence in modern theater, having actresses experience real desperation before relief in such a visceral way is something new and powerful. By allowing the audience to witness the characters' intense frustration and their struggle to find a solution to their problem, we create a deeper emotional connection. This sense of urgency and anticipation keeps the audience on the edge of their seats, making them feel as if they are truly experiencing the characters' journey. I: Sarah, you've mentioned the intense desperation and relief experienced by your characters. Could you expand on how this emotional connection translates to the audience? S: Absolutely. By creating a situation where both the audience and the characters are experiencing a shared sense of frustration and anticipation, we build an emotional bond between them. The audience becomes invested in the characters' well-being and is rooting for their relief. When the actresses finally urinate, the audience experiences a collective sense of satisfaction and relief. The large quantities of urine released emphasizes this moment of release and catharsis, creating an even stronger emotional response. Portraying the intense desperation experienced by the actresses serves to emphasize the physical and emotional challenges they face, making their relief all the more satisfying and impactful. By confronting taboo subjects and challenging societal norms, we as artists can spark conversations and inspire change. I: It seems that your production not only challenges societal norms but also taps into our primal instincts and emotions. Could you discuss how the element of surprise plays a role in achieving this? S: Absolutely. Surprise is a powerful tool for engaging an audience and keeping them invested in the story. In "Project X427" the initial shock of witnessing urination on stage sets the tone for the rest of the production. It captures the audience's attention and keeps them guessing, wondering what other unexpected elements may be introduced. By continually pushing boundaries and challenging expectations, we keep the audience engaged and emotionally invested in the story. I: You also mentioned that incorporating real urination adds an element of authenticity and immersion for the audience. Could you elaborate on how this heightened sense of reality contributes to the overall impact of the production? S: By choosing to incorporate real urination, we create a more visceral experience for the audience. The physical reality of the situation draws the audience in and makes them feel as if they are truly experiencing the characters' journey. This heightened sense of immersion allows the audience to connect with the story on a deeper level, making the themes of gender inequality and the importance of self-confidence and empowerment all the more impactful.
  9. Peter was a good looking, handsome boy . His parents had a lot of money, so he was able to live a good life and to drive an expensive sport car . He was a sympathetic young guy as well and therefore there were many girls who wanted to spend time with him, or to have a date with him. Except of one exception he was a absolutely normal boy. . His special exception was, that he was getting very excited and very horny about girls who are desperate to pee. A girl bladder full to burst, was turning him on more than anything else. He did always try to organize his dates in a way, that the girls did not get a opportunity to go to the toilet, he did try to prevent them so long as possible from peeing. For him was it a good date, when at the end the girls bladder was overfilled and up to her navel. At one Saturday he was arranged with a girl from the high school, Susan was her name. It was their first date, they met late morning and went shortly after that for lunch. Peter was generous as ever and ordered to eat and a lot to drink. The girls kidneys should have to work, her bladder should get full during afternoon and she should not get a chance to wee for the next hours, that was it what he wanted, that was one of his goals. Peter was surprised and glad in the same way, that Susan didn’t use the toilet before they were leaving. She didn’t know that would have been her last chance to wee for the next hours. Peter did love to think about how much of liquid was on the way to the girls bladder and could not wait until that horny thing in her belly was getting full. On the way to his car, he told her that they would go to a lake to make a little boat ride. The journey was just a little bit longer than one hour and after they arrived at the lake, Peter rented an electric boat for 2 hours. On the way to the boat said Susan that she should have gone to the toilet at the restaurant before leaving. “You need to wee?“ asked Peter full of lust, because of the situation that the girl had her bladder full and that she was trapped for minimum two hours longer in the boat. “Yes, i would need to go to the loo, but i am a big girl, i can hold it.“ answered Susan. That was music for Peter’s ears and as well for his penis, which was getting very hard at the same moment. Peter bought two large bottles lemonade at the boat station and gave one of it to Susan, as soon as they were in the boat. The girl looked at the large bottle and said „ i fear that i will have not enough space in my already very full bladder for all that „ but opened the bottle and took a big swallow. It was late spring, Susan did wear a short dress, to show Peter a lot of her sexy legs. Although it was not really warm, she did not wear stockings, because she thought that her bare legs would Peter turn on. Peter was aroused and excited, he did enjoy every minute with that girl. He caressed her knees and the smooth, naked skin of her inner thighs. As he was near up to her panties, squeezed Susan her thighs together, smiled and said “i need to wee.” ”I know, but you are a big girl you can hold it!!!??!! Can you?” asked Peter. ”Yes i am a big girl, i can hold it.”replied Susan and kissed him. Peter was turned on so much, he wanted to talk about her urge and about her full bladder, therefore he asked “ do you need to go very bad?” “No, not very bad, but bad enough.”answered the girl. Peter was sure, that Susan could endure more and that she could bear up longer, maybe much longer!? He thought about a way how he could prevent that she would use the toilet at the boat house, but when they arrived, Susan did not even ask for the toilet, she walked with him straight to his car. Peter was in his heaven, the girl was getting into his car with her bladder very full and with a strong urge to wee and she will be trapped again for hours. He had so much time, he didn’t want to go straight back to the city, he wanted to show her the landscape and much more he wanted to make her hold her pee and he wanted to make her desperate. About one hour later, all the lemonade must have been already in her bladder, Susan moaned and pushed her dress between her bare thighs. “Is it so bad?” asked Peter. ”No it is not bad, it is already very bad! Can we go home please? I can’t endure it much longer.” said the poor girl. ”When did you wee at last?” wanted the young guy know. ”7.30 in the morning.” answered the girl. ”That is really great, not all girls have such a great holding performance and such a good bladder control.” said Peter full of admiration. To hear that she did not wee since 10 hours and to know how much she did drink during the day, made him even more horny. He wanted to extend her holding time and he wanted to see her fighting longer against her strong urge and therefore he invited her to his home. He told her that they would go straight home, but before they will stop at a fast food kiosk. She agreed, she would have done everything for to get in Peter’s sleeping room, but her need to wee was nearly no more to bear for her. A little later they were at a kiosk. Peter ordered to eat and to drink. Susan was standing bended over, with her legs tight crossed “ Peter i am sorry, but i am at my limit.” she said and looked to the toilet behind the kiosk. Peter did know very well what she was meaning and what she wanted to do and where she wanted to go so urgently, so he said “i thought you are a big girl?” “ Yes i am a big girl, but please bring me home that i can wee, before i am doing it in my panties.”was Susan begging. She did eat and drink, but she did not go to the toilet. She was getting again into his car with her bladder full to burst. Susan had both hands pressed between her bare thighs and said “ it hurts so much, it’s nearly unbearable. This last drink will burst my bladder if i can’t let out my wee very soon.” Just a little later they were at the parking lot of Peter’s parents house. Susan was getting out of the car and could not even stand straight and upright anymore. The girl was getting for Peter so absolutely sexy, the way she walked with small steps, how she was rubbing her knees and how she pressed bare thighs close together with every single step she made, made him totally horny. Twice she had to stop for crossing her legs and bending over, to be able to keep her panties dry. The girl was needing to wee so unbelievable urgently, so very, very bad and already very painful after holding it for nearly 12 hours and after drinking so much over all the time. The cool air on the naked skin of wonderful, sexy legs, was not helpful as well for her. Susan walked as good as she was able to walk and as soon as they were in Peter’s apartment, she pressed her hands between her super sexy thighs and crossed her legs. ”Have i been a big girl? Have i been a good girl? “ asked the Susan squatted down, with her hands pressed hard against her panties and against her slit. ”I have been holding it so long for you, can i go to the bathroom now ?” she asked. Peter was surprised and horny in the same way “ you ask me for permission to wee? You did hold it back for me? Why did you do all that?”he asked. ”Some girls told me that you like it if we girls are needing to wee but don’t go, they said that you like it if we hold our very full bladder as long as possible. I wanted to enjoy you and maybe I wanted to turn you on a little bit, but now i am at my absolutely limit. I HAVE to pee now, may i go to your bathroom please?!” answered Susan. ”Oh yes, i really, really love that and you are doing it so good, you are anyway a pretty girl, but you can’t even imagine how sexy you are if you need to wee so desperately than now. You will not go to toilet, you are a big girl and big girls don’t have a holding limit, don’t wee, hold it back for me and we will have a great evening and maybe a great night if you want to stay.”said Peter, did take her by her hand and did lead her in his room. The girl pressed her other hand hard between her hot, naked thighs, but did let her lead in his room for holding it longer and maybe for something else. I think that was not their last date!?? And i think that many of us would love to have such a Susan!!!!!!!!???!!
  10. General i like pee holding and desperation much more than wetting, but sometimes i like to remember at one for my very exciting experience with a girl from my school. We were both 18 at that time. We lived in the same village and our school was in the next town, so we had to go about 30 minutes with the bus. At one spring morning, we met like every day at the bus station. She did wear, like it was fashion to that time, a short skirt and knee socks. It was pretty cool in the morning , she had a thick sweater, but her knees and her thighs were bare up to her panties. For some reason it is turning me on if girls have naked thighs although it is cool, or cold outside. Bare girl skin and cool air is exciting for me. She was sitting beside me in the bus, pulled her short skirt down to her knees, to cover her nude thighs a little bit more and said “ it’s pretty cold today.” It was arousing for me, but much more arousing for me was that she told me that she nearly missed the bus today, because she was late in the morning and that she not even had the time to use the toilet before leaving. To see her naked knees, her nude thighs and to know that she was holding a full bladder in her belly, made me pretty horny. I could no other, i had to talk about it and so i asked “ you did not even pee that morning? “No, i didn’t, but that is not a big problem, i am a big girl, i can hold it.” she answered. My penis was hard until we were at the school, 15 minutes later. We have not been in the same class, so i didn’t see her again, not until afternoon at the bus stop, when the school was over. She was coming to the stop, just a few minutes before the bus was arriving. She was a little bit restless and was standing with crossed legs. For me it was obvious, that she was needing to wee and so i asked her “ do you need to pee again?” ”Not again, i am still needing it, i had a really bad day today, i didn’t even have a chance to go to the toilet.” she answered and was rubbing her naked knees. ” That means that you did not wee since yesterday?” i asked. ”No i didn‘t, i need to go so very, very bad, i nearly do it in my panties, but i did not have enough time to go to the toilet before leaving the school, i didn’t want to miss the bus, i didn’t want to wait one and a half hours for the next bus , but i think that was a big mistake .“ she said. She was sitting as usual next to me, she was moaning and groaning, she was bending over and pressed her skirt between her wonderful, sexy thighs, so that i could see them naked neatly to the top. To see that all and to know that she didn’t wee since 10 pm last night, made me absolutely horny. It was getting more and more worse for her and i was getting more and more horny for me. We did get out of the bus at our station, she could not even stand straight and upright anymore, she was walking with rubbing knees and after just a short walk, she started to wet her panties. She stopped, crossed her legs in hopes to be able to stop weeing, but she couldn’t. I could see how her wee was running down in curves like a little stream at the naked skin of her inner thighs. Especially at one thigh was the dark , yellow urine running down to the backside of her bare knee and was wetting her white knee socks and turned them yellow. She balled her hands to fists and did try to stop it with all her power, but she was no more able. She stopped to cross her legs, she putted her legs apart and pissed with full force, in front of me, in her panties. All the wee what she was holding back since 18 hours was coming out of her, her naked thighs were totally wet, her knee socks were soaked and around her feet was a large lake of hot girl wee. After the last drops were out of her, she rolled her wet knee socks down, to hide her accident. There were no people around, nobody except me did see that and she begged me to talk with nobody about it and she begged me not to tell it someone. I did promise it and i did abide my promise, but i love to remember at that experience sometimes. It was so much arousing for me to walke with her. To see her walking with her knee socks down on her calf’s, her thighs still wet from wee, her panties over her slit soaked with urine and the cool wind blowing under her shot slit.
  11. From the album: Off limits fanarts :3

    a small adaptation of page 38 of the comic "Off limits" by "Jailor eckman" In this scene, after having given Dakota a second bottle of water and finishing the art class, Alexis decides to take Dakota to the bathroom, not with the intention of finally letting her urinate, but with the desire to torture her by making her watch 3 girls urinate. as she is forced to cross her legs and hold in every last drop of her ocean of urine as she waits for her 24 hour punishment to finally end!
  12. Collie Winters walked into the Newport County Police Station one July afternoon, ready for her first day at her new job. Months of training had been successfully completed, and Collie was ready to become the newest member of the Newport County Police Department. All she had to do was fill out a few pieces of formal paperwork tonight, and tomorrow her on the job training would begin! She strode up to the front desk to introduce herself, but just then a buxom female cop came out from a back room and began talking to the receptionist behind that very desk. “Another day at the office finally done!” the cop told the receptionist, “And not a moment too soon. I’ve been bursting for the pot for hours now.” The receptionist nodded, “I can tell Bev! Looks like you’re about to spring a leak!” She pointed to the woman officer’s lower abdomen, where a distinct bladder bulge could be seen peeking out over the top of her tight black uniform pants. Collie Winters couldn’t help but stare as she saw that bulge. A closeted lesbian, as well as a girl with a very big bladder fetish, Collie was both astounded and incredibly turned on by the sight. She dropped all pretense of walking up to the receptionist and simply continued to look on at the cop’s distended bladder. Her obvious staring did not go unnoticed by the other two women. “Hey Bev,” the receptionist said in a low voice, “I think you’ve found an admirer. Poor girl’s been salivating looking at your crotch for the last 30 seconds.” Bev nodded knowingly, replying, “Oh, I don’t think it’s my crotch she’s looking at.” The female cop rubbed her hands over her bladder for a moment, and the receptionist saw Collie twitch with excitement as she did. “Christ, you’re right! She’s in love with your bladder!” The receptionist hissed to Bev. “A girl after my own heart!” Bev agreed with a laugh, “Now watch her after this.” The woman officer walked calmly to the far side of the room, entered a door clearly marked as a female lavatory, and intentionally forgot to shut it. All of a sudden a loud hissing noise began to come from behind the door, as the cop was no doubt experiencing an amazingly relieving piss. Collie could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter, but it wasn’t from pee. Her face also turned beet red as she noticed the receptionist staring at her, and Collie quickly went up to her and began asking for the proper forms to fill out. Bev’s torrent continued unabated while Collie received the forms, and she was so weak at the knees that she could barely walk to a chair to sit and begin working on the forms. In fact, Bev’s stream might have continued until after Collie was done with the paperwork, except for the fact that the girl was unable to properly concentrate with the clattering sound of pee jetting into the side of the toilet bowl coming mere feet from her. After what seemed like an age to Collie but was probably a good five minutes, the sound finally trickled to a halt and the cop came out of the lavatory. She bade the receptionist a good night, walked past Collie, almost didn’t acknowledge her, but then turned and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, rookie,” before leaving out the door. It took Collie Winters a very long time to complete the papers. The next morning at 7 am sharp, Collie Winters arrived at the station for her first day of training. With a glint in her eye, the receptionist told the girl that she’d be paired up with Beverly Johansson, an experienced female officer whom would surely teach the girl everything she needed to know. Collie gulped in surprise and excitement, wondering if it was indeed the same “Bev” from the previous evening. She needn’t have worried, as just then Bev herself walked into the station and approached her. “Seems they’ve got me showing you the ropes, kid. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Here, drink this and meet me by my squad car in 10 minutes. You can’t miss it. It’s the only one parked out back.” Beverly Johansson handed the new recruit a large coffee from a carrier she was holding. Three remained on it, and Beverly next passed one of them out to the receptionist. “See you soon,” the cop said, going into a back room with the remaining two coffees. Precisely 9 and a half minutes later the women reconvened at Beverly’s squad car. “Get in,” Beverly said, popping open the doors, and Collie sat down in the passenger seat. She noticed that Beverly still had the two coffees, and the officer placed both of them in between the seats and took her place behind the wheel. The confident copper picked up one of the coffees and promptly drained it, chugging for 30 seconds until it was empty, then tossed the container in the back. “Alright, we’ve got some different areas we need to hit today, so let’s get going.” Beverly said, peeling out of the parking lot. They went to a nearby parking lot and Officer Johansson showed Collie all the different radios and switches present on the inside of the squad car, all the while sipping at the second coffee. By 8 am they had gone over everything, and Beverly’s second coffee container now sat empty and crumpled in the backseat with the first. Naturally this meant it was time to stop at the local donut shop before continuing, and Beverly got three more coffees there, offering Collie one of them. She politely declined, never having been the biggest coffee drinker, and Officer Johansson replied, “Suit yourself,” and began working on her 3rd coffee of the day. After patrolling the streets for 2 hours, Beverly Johansson had finished all three large coffees, bringing her total for the day to 5. Collie was impressed, and was trying to keep her excitement about the predicament they would surely be causing the older woman’s bladder at bay. Beverly seemed to be on the same page, and addressed the issue that was on both of their minds, “Ok rookie. Now you’ll notice that I’ve drank a lot so far today. I like to keep myself properly hydrated throughout the course of the day, keep my energy up, the like. But one thing that I do not like to do, and that we certainly will not be doing, is making any pit stops. Catch my drift? Our male comrades may be able to just whip it out and take a twenty second stop at the side of the road, but you’ve gotta be extra tough to be a female cop. Luckily I’m very well-trained in this area, and all those coffees won’t be causing me any problems. But if you can’t hold it as well, you might find yourself doing a lot of leg crossing on this job.” “Sounds like you’ve got a bladder of steel,” Collie ventured nervously. She awaited the older cop’s response, and Beverly did not disappoint. “You’re right about that, kid. You know, my mother always used to joke that I should have been a banker, cause my bladder is like my own personal vault. It’s just that it holds gold liquid instead of gold bars. But make no mistake about it. Whether it’s working multiple shifts back to back, staying up all night, or being in an hours-long stakeout, my bladder remains shut.” They continued on for the rest of the day, with Beverly giving Collie a rundown of this and that, but all the while the older officer seemed to have a beverage attached to her. Whether it was the two sodas at their lunch stop or the four bottles of water in the afternoon, Beverly Johansson knew how to put away her drinks. And she was just as well-trained as she claimed to be, as Collie watched the waistband of Beverly’s pants get tighter and tighter throughout the day, her bladder expanding to outrageous proportions to contain all the liquid the cop had consumed. Finally at 6 at night, the squad car pulled into the police station’s parking lot, signaling the end of their shift. Beverly patted her bulging abdomen, telling the girl, “Now, there’s two things that make it a good day at the office for me. Getting to stretch my legs now that we’re done, and getting to take a good piss. Pees are something that middle school girls are desperate for 3 or 4 times a school day - tinkles if you will. But what I’m about to take is a policewoman piss.” With that, the two women entered the station, and Beverly made her way to the lavatory, distended abdomen and all, and, after chatting with the receptionist for a few minutes, took another of her 5 minute wets. The sound of it made Collie desperate to go herself, for she had not had one all day either and was starting to really need it, despite not having nearly as much to drink as the veteran cop, but she resisted the urge and decided to wait until she returned home, so that she could enjoy her full bladder a bit longer. This became a routine during the next month. Collie continued training under Beverly, learning the tricks of the trade, and all the while the older cop drank liters of fluid, kept from using the bathroom all day while out and on the job, and pissed gushers upon returning to the station. Once, near the end of their shift, Beverly had even chased down a petty thief with a swollen bladder. Due to the distraction, they ended up back at the station a half hour later than usual that night, and consequently Beverly’s piss took 5 and a half minutes instead of the usual 5. To Collie, every day at work became the epitome of excitement, watching Beverly consume huge quantities of beverages and refuse to stop for the bathroom, even when her protruding melon of a bladder made it quite obvious that she would enjoy a pit stop. But Beverly never appeared desperate to rid herself of her long-held waters, even the day she chased down that thief. And it made Collie sick with curiosity. She had to know the limit of her Beverly Johansson’s bladder! Finally it became too much for the young trainee to take. Regardless of the consequences, she had to know. And so one Sunday morning at 7 am Collie entered the Newport County Police Station with a pair of large coffees. One was for her, the other for Beverly. One was a regular coffee, but the other contained in it two dissolved diuretic pills. Collie gulped nervously as she saw Beverly come in a few minutes later, already clutching her carrier of four coffees, but there was no turning back for her now. “I got you some coffee, in case you wanted some extra,” Collie offered, gesturing to the diuretic-filled container. “Hey thanks! I knew you were useful for something,” Beverly joked. She gave one coffee from her carrier to the receptionist before replacing the empty spot with the tainted coffee. As she went into her office to prepare for the day, the female cop picked a coffee and began to drink, and Collie was astounded to note that it was the diuretic-filled one that she chose first! Collie was almost sweating with anticipation for the day to come, and couldn’t believe her plan had come together so easily, and without any sort of a hitch. Could the stubborn lady officer wait until the end of her shift as usual with the powerful diuretics making her kidneys pump ever-more liquid into her expansive bladder, or would she finally crack under the strain and take a pee while out? Collie honestly didn’t know, but she couldn’t wait to find out. They entered the squad car 15 minutes later to begin their day. Collie sipped delicately at her coffee, while Beverly had already drained two and was beginning a third. As they pulled out of the station, the young trainee made sure to get a lasting glance at Beverly’s midsection, to get a baseline to gauge her bladder’s progress throughout the day. It was slim and firm, but Collie knew that wouldn’t last. Their day continued as normal for a while, with Beverly Johansson gulping down her fourth coffee by 8:30 am and stopping for 2 more at the local donut shop. By 10 am the thirsty officer of the law had finished a total of 6 large coffees, including one laced with bladder-pumping diuretics, and the bulge of her bladder was obvious through her uniform. Still, it did not look much larger than normal, and Beverly was obviously showing no signs of having a problem holding the load. Collie was getting disheartened. Perhaps the diuretics hadn’t affected Beverly’s bladder at all. But as the hours progressed, it became clear that this was not the case. Beverly Johansson’s bladder began ballooning at a rapid rate as 11 am and noon came and went, and as the two women stopped for lunch at 1 pm, Collie couldn’t help but notice that Beverly’s bladder seemed as large as it was when she would relieve herself at the end of her shift. The experienced cop had shown no signs of the urge while in the squad car, but once out and on break for lunch, she finally commented, “Man, that coffee really went through me today! Feels like I’ve drunk twice as much as normal!” Collie nodded, but inside her mind was whirring as she realized there was a flaw in her plan. They had stopped at a local fast food joint for lunch, and of course there was nothing stopping Beverly from simply using the bathroom there, letting the diuretic fill her up again, and taking her normal pee after her shift. Collie desperately wanted to see her strong, commanding superior officer stretch herself to her limits, but at present Beverly Johansson had a way out…if she chose to use the fast food restaurant’s bathroom, that is. True to herself, Beverly ordered a large drink with her meal and began sucking it down. Collie marveled at the fact that she would still do that despite her growing pee need, and they ate their meals in relative silence. When they had finished, Beverly put her empty cup down and patted her stiff, firm abdomen, then asked her trainee, “My word, what was in that coffee you gave me, anyway? Did you spike it with something?” Collie’s face blanched immediately. All her color drained away as she realized she’d been found out. Beverly had known all along about the diuretic, had played her game, and now she was calling Collie out on it. Collie took a deep breath and began readying an apology in her head…and then Beverly continued, “What’s wrong with you? Haha I was only joking. Calm down kiddo. You gotta loosen up a little! I’d loosen up too, but then I might just be sitting on a wet squad car seat before we’re done.” It took Collie a second to realize what Beverly had said, and another second for her to begin breathing again, but slowly but surely she discovered that she had not been found out, and that she was not about to be thrown out of the force. She smiled nervously and asked Beverly, “Gee, is it really that bad? You don’t need to use the bathroom here, do you?” Collie knew this question was a gamble. On one hand, she was putting the idea of using the restaurant’s bathroom squarely in Beverly’s mind, but on the other, she was saying it in a way that almost issued a challenge – one that she hoped Beverly’s pride wouldn’t allow her to back down from. Beverly waved her hand absentmindedly, replying, “Naw, I’ve been in tough situations before, I’ll be fine. Probably just in my head anyway. I haven’t drank any more than usual.” Collie nodded in response, and soon the two women made their way back to the squad car. Soon the clock hit 2 pm, and by then Collie thought that Beverly had to be second guessing her decision not to pee in the restaurant. Her bladder was positively swollen now, the lower hem of her uniform top straining to contain it. The well-conditioned officer hadn’t made mention of her need again since they’d returned to patrolling the streets in the car, but Collie thought she was sitting much stiffer than before. Her strong legs were staying close together at all times. Collie knew a flood was building up inside Beverly’s strong bladder, but Beverly Johansson still gave no indication that she was going to let that flood break free any time soon. They had just turned onto a side street when a voice came over the radio. “Attention all officers! We have a hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield Street and Pleasant Avenue! I repeat, hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield and Pleasant! All officers report immediately!” Instantly Beverly Johansson lept into action. The car squealed to a halt, and Beverly turned it on a dime and floored the accelerator. The siren blared as they sped to the scene. Collie was trying hard not to freak out, but the enormity of the situation was getting to her. Hostages?! All units needing to report?! It sounded very serious, and all thoughts of Beverly’s expanding bladder were forgotten. In ten minutes they were there. The scene of the crime was the town’s bank. Squad cars were coming in seemingly every second. The road had already been cordoned off, and Collie thought there had to be nearly 20 officers on the scene. Beverly parked her car in line with the others, surrounding the bank’s front (and only) exit. Then she scanned the sea of officers, found who she was searching for, got out of the car, and went to talk to a greying man of about 50. Collie knew from her orientation that the man was their Chief of Police Jeff Ryerson, but she’d never actually spoken to him. Ryerson and Johansson spoke for a minute before Beverly came back to Collie and the car. “Ok kid, here’s your first taste of big league action,” Beverly told her, “There are gunmen in there, three of em. They’ve got about 30 people holed up in there, and of course they’re threatening to blow them to bits one by one unless we let them out of the bank with 10 million dollars. I’m all for just going in, calling the bluff of those rat bastards, and hauling them out one by one, but Ryerson’s the boss, and he can’t afford to take that chance. So he’s called in the hostage negotiator, which means until things get sorted, we stay put. The building stays surrounded until those cruddy robbers realize what they’re up against.” Trying not to shake with fear, Collie nodded and sat back down in their squad car. She didn’t think she was ready for this sort of thing, but the battle-hardened vet Beverly Johansson seemed as prepared as ever. She sat down next to Collie, pulled a bottle of water from under the seat, and began to drink. “So…what do we do until they decide to give up?” Collie asked her. Beverly just gave her a smirk. “We wait.” For the first hour of the hostage crisis, Collie Winters was hopped up on adrenaline. For the second hour, she was going out of her mind with boredom. The hostage crisis had certainly sounded exciting, and Collie realized there were lives at stake, but playing the waiting game was driving her crazy. The negotiator had arrived on scene and spoken with the robbers, but so far no progress had been made other than the fact that no one had been shot yet. All in all, Collie was ruing the fact that there was nothing she could do to contribute besides sitting in the musty squad car, twiddling her thumbs until the time came for the baddies to get arrested. By 5 pm she was nearly climbing the walls, but then Collie noticed something. Beverly Johansson, who had been sitting stoically next to her this entire time, now had her legs crossed. And Collie thought it was her imagination at first, but after prolonged staring she realized that her trainer was actually rubbing her legs together as well! All the thoughts of filling Beverly’s mammoth bladder came flooding back to the teenager, and she began to feel both incredibly guilty and incredibly turned on. Beverly’s outstanding composure had kept Collie from seeing her full bladder agony all this time, but finally she was beginning to give in to her urge and fight it openly. Collie sat for 15 more minutes in silence, but Beverly could not keep her legs still. Collie had to say something, for the tension that was building inside her at the thought of how full Bev’s bladder was becoming was getting to be too much for the young officer-in-training to take. “You ok?” she managed meekly, directing her gaze at her superior’s thighs, now in constant motion. “Me? Erm…yeah, just trying to stay focused. I feel like I’ve got to piss a bloody quart though. I think it’s because this is when our shift is normally done, so my mind is playing tricks on me, but still, damn, I’ve never had to go this bad on the job before.” If there was one thing Beverly Johansson was not, it was prudish, and Collie thanked her lucky stars that the older woman was admitting and talking about her need so freely. However, the level of sexual excitement building in Collie also made it difficult for her to focus on responding. It was a full minute before she replied, “A gallon.” Beverly turned towards her, “What?” Collie smiled a little as she repeated, “A gallon. You said you need to piss a quart, but personally I’m sure you’re holding a gallon in there.” The girl had looked in Beverly’s eyes briefly, but 95% of her attention was now being paid to the lady cop’s jutting, bursting abdomen. Surely the diuretics were working overtime to fill such a cavernous space. Beverly paused for a moment, then began to laugh, softly at first, but then growing in intensity, “Hahahahaha, kid, you are something else. I like the way you think. A gallon indeed!” Beverly continued to belly laugh until abruptly stopping, squeezing her legs tightly together as she did and wincing in pain. After a few seconds, she recovered and said, “Maybe that’s enough with the jokes for now. I don’t know how much laughter I can handle at a time like this.” And so the waiting game continued. 6 pm stretched into 7, which stretched to 8, and all the while Beverly’s bladder did more stretching than the cop surely thought was possible. Collie was downright amazed by Beverly’s ability to withstand the pain of her aching organ, as well as to have the muscle control to hold her flood inside, even as it grew in volume with each passing minute. The tough woman officer’s composure had slowly been whittling away as the evening wore on. Crossed legs and shaking thighs at 5 pm had given way to a more curled up, elbows on her knees position by 6:30, which had transitioned to more rapid thigh-shaking. By 8 pm, Beverly was fanning her legs desperately and more often than not holding three fingers to her crotch. She’d also been forced to undo the top button of her uniform pants. The embarrassment she’d felt from this had made her put it off for hours, Beverly had confided to Collie just after popping the button free, but her bulging bladder had reached a stage where it needed the extra room or it would blow. Collie watched in awe, lulled by her sexual haze, as Beverly craned her neck in vain, hoping for some action to put an end to this torturous stakeout. “You know when I last took a piss, kid?” Beverly’s voice snapped Collie to attention. “What?....” was all the girl was able to manage. Being face to face with a sweaty, iron-bladdered dream woman in closed quarters was taking away her ability to string together sentences. “I asked if you knew when I last took a piss. But of course you don’t know. I just felt like telling you. Maybe the thought of how long it’s been will give me the strength to keep from flooding my patrol car.” Beverly said through gritted teeth, though she managed a smirk at that last comment. She continued, “It was before I fell asleep. 9 pm. I haven’t taken a piss in nearly a full freaking day! Can you believe that? Hell, I always knew I had some serious capacity, but I’m even impressed by that.” Collie was sure she responded with something semi-witty, because after she had finished speaking Beverly gave a little laugh through her bladder pain, but the younger girl had no idea what words had come to her lips. She was too busy ogling her superior’s sweaty, breathtaking abdominal bulge. Beverly gave a moan of agony from her state of pure bladder fullness, and then they both heard it. The radio, which had been silent for hours as the negotiator tried to work some magic with the gunmen, crackled to life. “All units, move in! Repeat, all units, move in! Negotiations have failed. We’re going in!” Quick as a flash Beverly Johansson had her gun in hand and was out of her squad car. Collie scrambled to follow suit, and she came around the rear of the squad car so that she was behind the experienced officer. All told, it appeared as though all 20 or thereabouts officers were converging on the bank’s front entrance. Surveillance of the bank had revealed that the gunmen had managed to rig every other entrance with low grade explosives, but evidently they had been too busy with the hostages to rig the most important doors of all. Officers began pouring through the front doors after blowing off the locks, with Beverly and Collie near the end of the pack. That owed more to Beverly being unable to take large steps than due to any hesitation she had about going into battle. Collie, on the other hand, refused to move from behind her trainer. Not only was she afraid for what lay ahead, but she was also worried that she had sabotaged Beverly by plying her with so many diuretic-laden drinks. How could such a trivial experiment have gone so wrong?!? The two women made their way through the dimly lit bank corridors. The hostage takers had had the forethought to shoot out all the lights. Every minute or two a few shots would ring out, but the police officers were clearly winning the fight. Collie saw one injured perp get dragged from the scene as the officers overpowered him, then a second. The last criminal was holed up in the second level of the bank, but he apparently had the hostages locked there with him, so getting to him would be a struggle. Beverly and Collie approached the main staircase, flanking the rest of the officers. Ryerson, the police chief, was speaking in low tones to another officer as they plotted out a strategy to take down the final intruder. Suddenly, shots rang out! The policemen scattered. Collie dove for cover, ending up behind a wall on the other side of the staircase entrance. Then she heard a groan. Looking to her right, Collie saw Beverly hunched over, hands clasped against her lower belly. Collie frantically glanced around. Only she and Beverly had dove to this side. All the remaining officers were behind the wall on the opposite side of the staircase, and before she could yell for help, they began rushing up to the second level, determined to take out the final hostage taker. Collie crawled over to Beverly. “Oh my gosh, are you hurt??? I’ll get someone…I’ll…” Beverly shushed her and slowly removed her hands. To Collie’s great relief, there was no blood, only Beverly’s behemoth of an abdomen. “Fuck, it hurt so much to dive over here. I landed straight….on my bladder.” The veteran officer breathed shakily. Her hands continued to rub the stretched skin that surrounded her aching bladder. Then Beverly squeezed her legs tight to fight off a spasm against her weakening sphincter. It seemed to take all of her resolve to remain dry as she squatted down against the wall. She pulled Collie close and whispered, “Where did everyone else go?” Collie motioned to the staircase. “They went for the gunman.” Beverly regarded this for a second before moaning in pain once more. She regained her composure, barely, legs spazzing and fanning with reckless abandon as she fought to control her bladder muscles for a few moments more. “They all left for the second floor?” Beverly asked shortly, taking quick breaths now. It seemed to Collie as if she was clenching every muscle in her body every second or two to remain in control of her overworked sphincter. Collie peered out, saw no one, and nodded that they were alone. “But, why?” she asked her superior officer. Beverly let out her loudest groan yet as more bladder spasms ripped through her, then replied quietly, “Because I need to take a piss and I’m going to do it right here!” She grabbed at the sides of her uniform pants and began to tug them down. Collie’s eyes widened at the thought of the flood that she was about to witness. It was sure to eclipse every piss she’d ever heard Beverly take after a shift, and the young trainee was going to see it all firsthand! At that moment, there was one final burst of gunfire, and then officers began jogging back down the steps. Beverly frantically pulled her uniform pants back up, still unrelieved. There was a look of pure terror in her eyes as she realized that she was no longer alone, and no longer able to do the thing that her body had been screaming at her to do for hours now. With as much composure as she could muster, Beverly Johansson marched back into line with the rest of the officers, Collie just behind her, having just cut off the piss of her life before it had even started. The officers exited the bank, Ryerson at the tail end with the bloodied and battered final gunman in handcuffs. The freed hostages followed, bellowing with joy. Some of the police stayed to clean up the scene and get information from the hostages, but Collie and Beverly were not among them. They had already been kept for hours past their allotted shift time, and thankfully Ryerson simply wished them a good night as they strode past him and to their squad car. Beverly was doing her best to keep her stoic front as she got to the car, but Collie knew better. The woman was keeping her bladder controlled by the final remnants of her willpower and sphincter strength, nothing more. Her composure was hanging by a thread. They entered the car and Beverly immediately began clutching herself hard between her legs. “Fuck!....I should have pissed there while I had the chance! I can’t hold it! I need to piss somewhere, anywhere!” Beverly was grinding her ass into the seat and bouncing up and down as she held on. Collie could tell Bev was pushing past any limits the veteran cop thought she had. She was entering uncharted waters, and if she wasn’t careful, those waters would be all over the seat of her car. “Do you want to go back to the station?” Collie asked, loving every second of Beverly’s plight but also not wanting the woman to embarrass herself. Beverly shot her a crazy look, “No way, it’s too far! I’ll never make it! There’s gotta be a restaurant with an open bathroom around here! Let’s just go! I really can’t wait!” With that, the lady cop pried one hand from her crotch, put it on the wheel, put the squad car in drive, and hastily pulled out of the bank parking lot and onto the main road. Her knees were knocking together and the car’s speed was sputtering because she needed to bounce her foot instead of keeping it steadily on the gas pedal. Desperately Beverly’s eyes careened from one side of the road to the other and back, searching for an open restaurant, bar, store, anything with a toilet so that she could relieve herself. Closed, closed, closed, everything they went past was closed for the night. Beverly yelled in dismay as the search grew fruitless. Then, at the end of the block, she spotted a building with its lights still on. The female cop stepped down on the gas, sped in front of it, and performed the best parallel park job Collie had ever seen from someone who was clearly not focusing even an iota on making sure the car was aligned with the sidewalk. Beverly steeled herself as the car stopped, rubbed her mammoth abdomen in a vain attempt to calm it down, put her hand over her vagina once more, and then finally exited the car with shaking steps. Collie watched from the passenger’s seat. Beverly made her way unsteadily to the front door of the restaurant, but as she reached it, the owner came out to put out the closed for the night sign. The windows were up, so Collie couldn’t hear too well, but she saw Beverly gesturing frantically towards the door, then to her crossed legs, but the store manager wouldn’t budge. He shook his head at her and pointed her back to the squad car. Beverly stamped her feet in dismay, pee dancing on the spot, trying to find some way to convince the man to let her inside to use their toilet. He continued to shake his head, so in a last ditch effort Beverly lifted her top just enough for him to see the all-encompassing fullness of her bladder, then reached out and took his hand, placing it on her bulge. Collie managed to catch the words, “See?! It’s hard as a rock, you motherfucker! Now let me in there to piss it out!” because Beverly shrieked them at a higher pitch than Collie had ever heard from her before, but the owner of the restaurant held his ground. Slumping her head in defeat, Beverly pee danced back to the squad car, shaking with anger, dismay, and desperation, and sat down in the driver’s seat, her hand now balled up into a fist and jammed into her crotch to keep her waters at bay. “Where now?” Collie asked. It was all she could think of to say as she watched her normally cool and composed superior officer fight the battle of her life with her iron, hurting bladder. “Can’t…..hold…..it…..” Beverly grunted, face red with the effort she was putting into clenching herself shut. Collie looked at her and saw a defeated woman, a woman who had dared to think about peeing on the floor of a public building while her comrades continued to do their jobs, a woman who begged an arrogant business owner to use his facilities because she couldn’t hold it anymore, a woman who was done in by a simple diuretic in her morning coffee, and Collie realized that she couldn’t have that. She needed Beverly to be strong through it all, because that’s where the attraction lay for her. If Beverly lost control now, the entire experiment would be for naught. Collie decided to take a risk… “Beverly! Dammit, Bev! You’ve held it for this long! Don’t lose it now! Where can you go? Think! Do you live close to here?!” Collie shouted desperately at the twitching, vibrating woman sitting next to her, overcome with bladder agony. Beverly took a moment to acknowledge Collie, even as she yelled, but then turned to face her slightly and nodded, almost imperceptibly, to say that yes, her home was near their current location. “Then drive home! For the love of God, drive home and piss in your own toilet!” Collie didn’t know if such a stern approach would work with Bev’s bladder and psyche in such a fragile state, but then the older woman put the car back in drive and began speeding off down the main road, and Collie could only hope that her superior’s home was near. Five minutes later the squad car screeched to a halt in front of Beverly Johansson’s fine estate. Collie exited the car quick as a flash, determined not to miss any of what she was most certainly about to witness, and still Beverly, in her breathtaking desperation, managed to beat her out of the car. The lady cop was hobbling to her front door, moaning incoherently from the strain her heavy balloon of a bladder was being placed under. Beverly stopped at her front door, nearly popped right then and let loose on her doormat, and then summoned the last of her courage and bladder fortitude to double cross her legs, squat low to keep control, and finally get the key in the lock and open her door. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” the veteran officer was mumbling to herself as she tap danced towards her bathroom, Collie following her every step of the way. They turned down one hallway, then another, and finally the bathroom was in sight. With a scream of joy, Beverly Johansson threw herself into her bathroom, tore her uniform pants down so quickly that they ripped, sat on her toilet, and let loose an amazing torrent of boiling, agonizing piss. Collie took one millisecond to steal a glance at a clock hanging on the wall to confirm that it was 9 pm, meaning that Beverly’s loud, hissing load that was currently streaming into the salvation of the toilet bowl had been contained inside of her for exactly 24 hours, diuretic and all. How Beverly Johansson had managed that, the young trainee would never know, and by the looks of things Beverly couldn’t believe it herself. She just kept rubbing the bulge in her abdomen, which remained impressive in size even after two minutes of splattering pee had emptied from it. Her bladder had been taxed to its max and survived, if only just. As Beverly’s long piss reached its fourth minute without showing a sign of stopping, Collie became aware of her own pressing need. While she hadn’t drank nearly as much as the veteran cop or had the added pressure of the diuretics, Collie had been without a restroom for 15 hours, and her well-trained bladder was suddenly beginning to rebel. Collie looked at Beverly, looked back at her own bladder bulge, looked at Beverly again, still sitting on the toilet in complete bliss, and decided that one more risk was in order. Without hesitation, Collie Winters sat down on top of Beverly’s thighs, facing the older woman and pressed up right against her, then released her own flood of pee in between both of their legs and into the toilet, where it mixed with Beverly’s still-emanating stream. Collie’s hiss was forceful in its own right, though clearly nothing compared to Beverly’s torrent. Beverly nearly got up and threw Collie off of her, but in a last ditch effort, the younger girl moved in and kissed her, passionately and with nothing but unmitigated desire. For five full seconds Beverly did not kiss back. She did not pull away or push Collie off, but she did not respond in kind. Then, as Collie breathed a mental sigh of relief to go with her physical one, Beverly gave in, melted into her arms, and kissed back firmly, both women seated on a single toilet, relieving a day’s worth of stress, tension, and most importantly, piss. Collie groped Beverly’s breasts gently while Bev’s hands went to Collie’s ass, and as both women moaned with pleasure, their pees finally ended, Collie’s after 3 minutes and Beverly’s after an astounding 7 minutes total. The women looked deeply into each other’s eyes, and Collie told her strong lady cop, “Now that, I’d say, was a policewoman piss.” Beverly smiled, chuckled, and gave her a sultry look. “Come on,” she replied, moving to get up while still holding on to Collie, “My bedroom is this way.”
  13. The First 24 Hours I woke up around noon, pleasantly full. I’m aware that to most people, waking up with the weight of a few hundred milliliters of pee resting in their bladder would not be pleasurable. But, you see, I’m just a giant fucking pervert. Yes, I swear a lot. If foul language is a problem for you, you better don’t read the rest of this report. It contains various permutations of the word "fuck" a total of 82 times. I counted. I had last peed at 2AM, two hours before going to bed. So I woke up with what must have been a good cupful or two of yesterdays drinks. Water that had worked its way through my system over night. Just up, and already ten hours into my hold. Nice. I yawned, stretched, threw off the covers, and ran my hands over the developing bulge. It was round and firm, just like I liked it. When I got out of bed, my first destination was the obvious one. The coffee machine, duh. I wiggled in place a bit, caressing my morning bladder under my T-shirt. The machine gurgled, my sphincter announced its presence, and the smell of coffee filled the room. I marked off the first 250 mL on the piece of paper I had taped to refrigerator. After locating my Crocs and key ring, I slowly walked down all six flights of stairs to the laundry room, sipping my coffee. My bladder only protested slightly, as I bend down to take yesterday’s load out of the dryer. I briefly wondered why none of my neighbors had left me any passive-aggressive notes about blocking the machines over night. Old people like drama, I guess. Loaded up with two arms full of pants and shirts (why the hell didn’t I bring the basket?) I made my way back up the stairs… only to walk the distance all over again 30 seconds later, because my cup was still sitting on the washing machine. I felt a little silly. Not for forgetting the cup, that was just par for the course for my easily distracted ass, but for climbing the entire height of the building four times, when the elevator was sitting right there, unused. But that was a rule I had set for myself, and I was going to stick to it. You’re not really holding when you have to avoid the stairs to keep your piss shut in, right? Oh. Right. I didn’t tell you yet. So, yes, that’s what I’m doing. Not peeing for 24 hours. Normal fluid intake. Been thinking about it for years, never quite managed, but today was going to be the day I did it. And I was not going to go easy on myself. No compromises, no mercy. Anyway, when I finally walked back into my warm apartment from the cold staircase, my bladder was settling down a bit. Thank god. I was just getting started, after all. I got myself a cup of water, marked of the next 250 mL, and started sipping is slowly while folding laundry and tidying up around the place. And the next 250 mL. I had been doing housework for a while, getting lost in my thoughts and devious plans for the day, slowly filling up, when my phone went ping. I checked my messages, finding the one I had been waiting for. My sister was back from her vacation to the Philippines, was just getting settled in back home, and she wanted to see me some time after 3 PM to tell tales and show a few photos. The clock on my phone read 2:00. Fuck me. My bladder was making itself known now. But that was to be expected. 12 hours since I last relieved myself. Of course I felt like I had to pee! That was just my body having some weird reaction, though, because I was not going to the toilet for another 12 hours. If only 50 percent of the time was 50 percent of the difficulty, and it would only get twice as hard. But that's not how this worked, I was acutely aware. Not that it mattered. Because I wasn’t going to pee. Anyway, I better got ready to head over, then! I gulped down another 250 mL of water, marked them off on my chart, shed my clothing in the living room, and went to take a shower. As I entered the bathroom, I noted that the piece of duct tape over the lid of the toilet was still intact. Duh, of course it was, who could have possibly disturbed it? It was just a little reminder to myself. I stepped into the shower. As the warm water started to splatter, soaked into my hair, ran over my body, pooled warmly on my bulge for the fraction of a second before running off, my bladder again started to protest loudly. It wasn’t super difficult not to pee in there, but it wasn’t exactly nice. When I was done cleaning myself up, I quickly squeezed as much water as I could out of my hair, and started to blow it dry while running a brush through it. This took longer than I thought it would. By the time I was done, and managed to wrangle my curls into a thick bun, the rest of my body had air-dried completely in the warmth of the bathroom. Great, now I was pressed for time to do my makeup! Thankfully, I’m 24 and don’t need a ton of foundation and crap. I neglected the brunt of my face, and just used a little mascara before putting on a lot of black eyeliner. Not enough for a total Ketamine Panda look, but a bit more than the average gal would have used. Hey, I think my complexion and dark features are underlined really well with cute lashes and cat eyes, okay? It’s easily the best thing I can do when I don’t want to spend hours in front of the mirror! Combine that with black lip gloss… wait, shit, I didn’t have any left! So, combine that with black matte lipstick, and the fact I had painted my nails black yesterday to match, and I was looking ready for a night out on the goth club. Even if I was going to be the least white person there. Theoretically. Because that’s not where I was going. But it would have been dope! Now, as for getting dressed, I was going to look smoking hot today. I was going to wear the most fuck-me outfit in my whole closet. Which, unfortunately, didn’t have a great selection in that regard. Most of my street clothing was practical, and boring. The fancier stuff was professional, and also boring. The clubwear section… wasn’t all that sexy, either. For the most part. I had a lot of combat pants and bondage trousers, that would look cute with a crop top and black light accessories, but that wasn’t where I was going. I had a few summer dresses, but they were all floral print or baby blue. I finally settled on the sexiest pair of bottoms in my entire closet, a pair of black low-waist skinny jeans. I need the readers of this report to understand how low these jeans were. They weren’t sagging, I had threaded a belt through the loops. No, they were pulled all the way up, they were really just cut that low. I had Millennial friends who bragged about how low their sluttiest pants were in high school. These were lower. They were very tight and contoured my ass nicely. But they also barely contained it, even when I was standing up. My hipbones were on full display. My pelvis was just like "HELLO!". When I bent down, my tailbone was out. One could think that I was constantly showing the world my underwear, but I assure you, I wasn’t! Because what underwear? If there was ever a piece of true fuck-me jeans, this was it. The only saving grace was that they were black, which pushed them at least somewhat in the direction of "classy". Which is what I kept telling myself. No pair of low-rise jeans is complete without a midriff-baring top. So I picked a black bralette that barely covered the necessary bits. Fuck, you should have seen me! This is not an outfit you’d expect a girl to wear in November, when its 5 fucking degrees Celsius out. Or, well, ever, unless she’s a prostitute. I was basically naked from the neck… uh, neck, I forgot to tell you about the choker! Black lacy choker. When you go goth whore, you go goth whore all the way. Anyway, I was naked from neck to hipbones. The only way this outfit could have been any lewder, was if I actually had any tits. Well, or if I had put on a nice pair of heels, instead of combat boots. Maybe next time. I could barely tear away myself from the mirror, because I looked so unbelievably hot. I twisted and turned to study that lean creature with her tiny waist, tight little ass, and fucking long-looking slender legs. And if it hadn’t for my beautifully bulging bladder jutting out over the belt and waistband (thankfully over it!), my abs would have been the centerpiece of this exhibition. A lot of work went into my body, it showed, and I fucking loved it. But now it was really time to leave. Grabbed a long sweater to cover my shame in front of my sister, and slid into my trench coat. Then I slammed the remaining 500 mL for the day, bringing me up to a nice round 1,500, and headed out to a family member’s place with 13 hours of piss in my bladder, and a stomach full of water. Slosh slosh. (to be continued)
  14. i've been really enjoying playing MyCall's omorashi challenge on Milovana. I've been using the rapid pee desperation technique as well, where i drink water and pee every 15 minutes until im ready to hold. for a few hours i do this until im looking forward to peeing, and i pee in strong streams. when peeing starts feeling good is when i know its time to start a hold :3 hehe MyCall's challenge is so fun and hot, i love doing everything he asks me to do. the praise you get when you do a good job or play along with the extra tasks is so rewarding. I love doing everything it prompts, regardless of the prompt, for those bonus points and the extra praise :3 i dunno it really turns me on today i was doing a hold with MyCall's challenge, and theres a naughty task at level 3 i think, where you're asked to go on a 15ish minute walk and mid way through let out a spurt of piss in your pants. you're also instructed to chug a cup before you go out, so this added to the excitement for me. I had a lot of pee in me at this point, i could feel it sloshing around in my tummy. i went out when it was dark but people were still walking around, it also happened to "wet" outside (perfect, right?) it has been raining all day. i got to my midway destination and let out, WHAT I THOUGHT, was going to be a little, controlled spurt as im usually pretty good about this, but it ended up being a BIG spurt and i struggled to get myself under control. I guess i had abused my piss hole all day (i started the pee/drink every 15 minutes from the moment i woke up) It was pretty cold out, so i got really turned on by the massive warm wet spot that was growing in between my crotch... it was really fun walking home. i had to go the long way around my building because i wanted to avoid seeing anyone! AND my building only has stairs, so the stairs were pretty hard as i didnt want to have an accident before i arrived home and got to hold more. i unfortunately failed on one of the challenges that was to piss into a cup through my underwear, when i let out a spurt in attempt, it was farther back than i had anticipated and i ended up not being able to control the spurt that well and i almost had a complete accident. i made a huge puddle on my floor. it ruined it for me a bit as getting to the end of a tease is really satisfying to me, and i like the feeling of holding in waves of desperation, and denying myself until i cant anymore... i didnt really want to lose most of my pent up piss on one challenge as i have a pretty large bladder so its hard to fill up enough to have an authentic accident. and i had such a horny experience walking outside with the perfect weather, i was a bit peeved at myself. but thats the fun !! this is no fault to the challenge obviously, but i ruined my own orgasm this way. i dont have a dom to be disappointed in me and punish me so i have to punish myself >:3 oh well will have to try again soon :3 maybe prolonging will make the orgasm even better... i say to myself wishfully XD
  15. Memory at my youth. I was 18 and i made a day trip with a girl at the same age. I did like it and i still like it, to make girls hold their pee, for a long periods of time. As always i did try that at this special day. I didn’t give the girl a good and natural opportunity to go to a toilet. On the way home at my car, it was already evening, we both had not peed even once all day long. I have a large, strong bladder and i like the feeling of my full bladder and the feeling of a strong need to go, especially when i am together with a girl who is holding as well a very full bladder in her belly. She did wear a small, denim, super short jeans short. I did love to see her bare thighs and i did love to have my hand at her naked thighs and between them. She was one of the good girls, she did not ask for a loo, even once all day. My bladder was pretty full and her bladder must have been full as well, but not full enough for me and therefore i made her drink a extra large drink before we left. After a while she said „sorry, i have to open my top button, before it leaps away.“ “Why should your button leap away?“ i asked. “Because my bladder is becoming so big and so swollen, that it press very hard at the waist band of my shorts. I need to wee so very bad, do you not need to go, you also have not been all day long?“ she asked. I was hard and horny at the moment. “Sure i would need to go as well, but i can hold it, i never stop for to piss at a car ride.“ I answered. She opened two buttons and did show me her nude, swollen belly. To have my own bladder full and to see her bladder bulging out of her sexy, usually flat belly, made me absolutely horny. Half an hour later she said „Sorry, i thought that i can bear up until at home, but i can not, can you please stop anywhere?“ “ Can’t you hold it? It will last not even one more hour!“ i said. “Okay, I’ll try it.“ she said and pressed her thighs together. I did love to see her fight against her strong urge. The larger drink must have been already partly in her overfilled bladder. She was rubbing her knees, squeezed her sexy, bare thighs with both hands, crossed her legs and was bleeding over, for more than another half an hour and then she said „sorry, but I’ll wet your seat if you don’t stop, for to let me wee.“ We have not been at a motorway, we have been at a country road and i did try to make her wait a little longer, because to find a good place for a stop. For me would have been no place good to let her wee, for me would it have been great to bring her back in the city traffic, but i could not do anything other than to stop for her, after 10 more minutes. Before the car was standing still, she opened the door and went out as fast as possible. She squatted right beside the car and pissed extremely long and with an extreme loud hissing sound. She cam back in the car and said „Sorry, but that was really, absolutely necessary, i thought that my bladder will burst, so bad i need to go. I never before was needing to go so urgently, but i never before did hold it back all day long. What is about you? Don’t you go toz?“ she asked. “I am a big boy, i can hold it!“ i replied and smiled. We were both turned on very much and we were both very horny about that situation. I think that are good memories!!!?
  16. From the album: Omofan's Edits

    After how much Mina Ashido bragged about how she has the biggest bladder out of all her friends they decided to challenged her to go for an entire day without using the bathroom. Mina of course accepted the challenge so her friends gave her a water bottle every half an hour to drink. She felt confident at first but as hours and water bottles went by her bladder gets really full. At the end of the second hour she was unable to sit still in the classroom, and more water was filtered out of her blood, and pushed into her swollen, quivering bladder. By the time the third hour ticked over, she was in agony. Her kidneys seemed to be working in overdrive, like faucets left on full blast. At this time, she had an awareness of her pee hole that she never thought possible... and the lighting bolts of severe desperation told her that, no matter how embarrassed she was... no matter how much she'd eat her words if she peed herself, it would be her body, not her, that made the decision...
  17. Hi guys This time I tried a solo story within the Sisters in Piss-World where my other stories take place. This can be read completely independently from the rest. I hope you enjoy it! If you want more: __________________________________________ Véronique: Piss Abstinence Finally she could go piss. She would enjoy the living hell out of this one. It would be glorious. Véronique had prepared herself the last 11ish hours for this moment. Véronique loved to live in high spirits. Especially since she had arrived in the US, she had become more consumption orientated. Everyone here took everything for granted. Back in France, people enjoyed them selves in in very lavish ways, but much more selective. So, she set some ground consumption rules for herself. She called it fasting and would help her keep her French lifestyle. It was a very special fasting: Food: Americans went way over board with it. So, she tried this one meal a day thing and it worked great for her. She was much more focused and with good hydration she felt cleansed and energetic. Beverages: Americans were constantly drinking sodas, slushies, or some weird lattes. So unhealthy! The things Véronique liked about that, were the many possibilities to get refreshment as well as the big cups/containers. She loved being well hydrated, even slightly overhydrated. It gave her so much energy. Those 100 oz (almost 3l) bottles came in handy, as well as drinking fountains and water dispensers everywhere. So, she had decided to only drink water (lots of it) and black coffee for more focus. But no sugary or caloric drinks. Shopping: There were so many stores with an abundance of cheap items. She made a promise herself to only buy very selectively and nice stuff. She was a sucker for lingerie as an example. Right now, she was waring one of her favorite balconette bras with her nipples just not peaking out, an open blazer over it and skintight high waist trousers and black glossy wedge loafers. All of it designer made. Smoking: A bad habit she had picked up in France. But since she was fasting, she decided to drastically reduce cigarettes and link smoking only to special occasions. Sex: Sure, she loved sex. She was French and had a reputation to maintain. But everything here was so sexualized. She tried to counter this meaningless teasing by carefully limiting her orgasms and only come at special occasions. Another thing here in America were restrooms. All the shops and malls had toilets. In France toilets were so much rarer. Usually, only restaurants had lavatories. Or there were some public restrooms which were usually to gross to use anyways. So Véronique was amazed how often US girls went peeing. Yes, sure all those drinks were a factor, but she had heard some girls claiming to be bursting only to release a small tinkle. So Véronique fasted in peeing too. For her, the many possibilities to pee in America made people weak and dependent on restrooms. People here took them for granted. So, during fasting periods she should only pee before bed, in the morning before leaving her dorm and at most only once during the day. Another rule was, that toilets were strictly off limits (not even in emergencies). Finding placed to pee enhanced her creativity and gave it an additional challenge. Finally she could go piss. She would enjoy the living hell out of this one. It would be glorious. Véronique had prepared herself the last 11ish hours for this moment. She had last peed this morning, now it was early evening. In the morning she had had been sitting in her window frame. For an observer she must have looked like a goddess: Her very dark brown, shoulder long lob haircut moved in the morning breeze. Véronique had piercing grey-blue eyes usually surrounded by a smokey eye make-up. She was medium height, had small but perfect boobs and an amazingly hearth-shaped ass. So, she sat there in the window, wearing nothing but a balconette bra which only halfway covered her nipples. She had been smoking a cigarette, holding a coffee cup, one leg dangling out of the window. Enjoying the nicotine, caffeine, the fullness of her bladder and the fresh air around her pussy. The cold had hardened her nipples. Then, when the moment had felt right, she had just non-chalantly let go. A whole night’s worth of piss had rained 3 floors down into the bushes. It had been glorious. Also, since this morning she had not eaten, only drunk a considerable amount of fluids. Fasting on food and being slightly overhydrated made her feel so incredibly focused. It was addicting. Throughout the day had emptied the whole 3l water bottle and a total of 3 black coffees, including the one in the morning. So, it was no surprise that she had to piss like crazy now, almost 11 hours later. Véronique had an amazing bladder. It could hold huge quantities and performed even under extreme circumstances. Like when having sex. Usually having sex with a full bladder could be considered uncomfortable or even painful. But Véronique loved that shit. Feeling a cock inside her, while bursting for a piss was amazing. And she could always count on her bladder. But Véronique also knew its limits. Now she was dangerously close to it. She strode determined through the schools’ hallways. The high waistband of her skintight trousers pressed on her rock- hard bladder. It felt amazing being that full. She loved the feeling of needing to pee. It gave her power and confidence. But sadly, it was not sustainable. Eventually she had to empty it. She liked to edge herself to the limit but never above. She looked around for a place to go. Since she had a date later, returning home served her nothing. It would not have helped her anyways, since toilet pees were a no-no during fasting. Searching for a place, she had to press her hand into her crotch. Véronique had to go bad. She looked forward to empty her bladder. As much as she loved holding, nothing could beat that orgasmic relief after releasing hours of pent-up piss. Suddenly she noticed a maintenance door. Her heart began to hammer, her throbbing bladder became restless: it was unlocked. To her surprise it led to an abandoned alleyway between the two school buildings. A perfect place for a long sneaky pee. She carefully closed the door behind her and smiled. Finally, she could go piss. She would enjoy the living hell out of this one. It would be glorious. Véronique had prepared herself the last 11ish hours for this moment. She stuck her hand into her blazers pocket, grabbed a cigarette and lit it in her mouth. She was careful not so pull on it. So that the nicotine and relief would hit at the exact same time. The first hit of nicotine always felt amazing, almost as amazing as the first release after being piss-deprived for a long time. She opened her zipper of her trousers which was attached at the side of her waist. She lowered her pants and stuck her thumbs under the waist of her burgundy lace thong. With a careful motion she stripped it down. She felt her pussy lips tremble with anticipation. Her bladder rebelled and demanded immediate relief. She squatted down and with one hand started to massage her nipple, pulling her breast out of the balconette bra in the process. The other hand stroked her clitoris. She felt her pee coursing and sloshing in her bladder. There was so much pressure. She tried to hold it back just a second longer. But she had waited to so long and could not keep it in any longer. She needed a smoke, she needed to come und most of all she needed to piss. To release all the fluids, she had consumed today out of her exhausted bladder. She pulled on the cigarette. Relaxation and relief spread through her body. She shivered and her skin felt cool. The only place feeling hot was her peehole. With a body shaking sensation of arousal, she let go. Clear white burning hot piss, poured out of her. It felt amazing. She had to stop massaging her clitoris, her pussy was ablaze. The vibration of her peehole, caused by she sheer volume of piss rushing through it, stimulated her more than enough. She moaned as she pissed on and on. There was no stopping this flood. She had held it all day for this. Every drop was worth the pain and agony. It was sheer bliss. She felt still full and desperate to pee but also felt the relief and her bladder deflating. It went on and on. Soon the piss puddle had expanded around her shoes and far into the alleyway. She watched her jet of piss add more and more to it. After almost 70 seconds she stemmed her strong flow to a smaller, thin stream. She began stroking her pussy again. Sometimes feeling the heat of her urine with the tips of her fingers. It did not even take her 20 seconds to come. A heavy shiver rippled through her body as she felt her pussy contract and then release again. With loud gushes the rest of her bladder’s contents spilled out in waves, interrupted by the orgasm’s contractions. Eventually her bladder was empty. She sat there, crouched down, her glistering pussy out, her hard nipples exposed. In the corner of her mouth the last seconds of her cigarette’s life glimmered. The floor was covered by a massive puddle of clear and slightly steaming piss. “Well, I gotta say that was mighty hot.”, a female voice spoke out of the shadows of the alleyway. A tall brunette stepped out between two dumpsters. She was strikingly beautiful. “My name’s Bonnie and I have a proposition for you, which I am sure you won’t refuse. There is this group called Sisters- in-Piss…”
  18. Hi guys I’m have been lurking long enough! This is my very first story and post on this site. Please note that English is not my native language and therefore the grammar may be faulty or unusual at times… I’d welcome feedback very very much and let me know if you would like me to continue writing. Sisters in Piss 1: Piss-Alley Selina got up as soon as the bell rang and darted towards the exit of the classroom. She felt the eyes of her male classmates following her while she crossed the room. They had good reason to: She was a beauty and had that particular style that caused people to be fascinated by her. Selina had a rather small and slim frame with a nicely shaped butt and a very cute set of tits which made the boys drool. She was, as always, clothed all in black: knee high boots, tight pencil skirt and a tank top. Her black hair fell over her right collarbone and her arms were covered in tattoos. She had green eyes surrounded by thick black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow. Her lips were colored in a dark shade as well. She ignored the looks of her classmates. Usually, she enjoyed being checked out, especially by boys. Even though she wasn’t interested in men at all. But right now, she couldn’t enjoy the general admiration she got. Her mind was on something else, something much more urgent and literally pressing. Once outside the classroom she slammed her thighs together for a second. One hand pressed on her crotch. She quickly recovered from her moment of weakness and straightened up, as the hallway began to fill with other college students. With determination in each step, she began walking towards the side entrance which was unfortunately the furthest one away. But on the bright side, there were no students in that hallway, so she could grip her crotch again. Selina pressed the fabric of her tight skirt hard onto her pussy, almost clenching it through the fabric. It was unbelievable how badly she needed to pee. Her bladder was so full she didn’t even have that sloshing sensation anymore, it just felt rock hard and stretched. She began panting as her panic began to rise. Could she make it? Would she fail to hold on this time? Today her chances didn’t seem to look nearly as good as last Friday. She tried to calm her mind and ease her panic by thinking about today’s liquid intake. Her day had begun with a long morning pee which she very much needed as she had decided not to go before bed last night. For breakfast she had a glass of water and 2 cups of black coffee. During her first break she had emptied and refilled her water bottle which added a liter to the total intake. She just had two or three sips of her bottle in her last class of the morning but a whole 500ml bottle of coke during lunch itself. She remembered that she already had quite an urge then but nothing compared to the state she was in now. Her afternoon lesson was rather boring so to spice things up she had chugged down the rest of her water bottle well aware of the consequences. She had known that after said class she would get to pee and was confident that she would manage. Now her confidence was shaken. But doing the exact same thing every Friday would be boring, wouldn’t it? She had underestimated the challenge this additional water would impose. But she had to make it, just like (almost) every time before. Selina continued her walk down the hallway. She could feel her burning hot pee pressing against her pee-hole, almost hearing it beg to be let out. While she had been sitting in the classroom her legs were crossed and she was very uncomfortable. Her bladder was painfully full but she had felt rather calm. The second the bell had rung at 2.30pm she had jumped to her feet. And that was the exact moment when her current situation had begun. Standing up had caused the pain to subside but it had also immediately been replaced by incredible desperation and urgency. She knew her chance to pee would come in just minutes and that knowledge made matters much much worse. She had to stop walking down the hallway and press her legs together. That second, she almost began to cry, it was extraordinarily bad today. In a desperate attempt to contain the copious amount of piss inside of her she lifted one leg and doubled over. While she was in that awkward pee dance pose, another girl caught up to her. It was Selina’s girlfriend Angelina. She was very good looking too, even more so in Selina’s eyes. Angelina had shoulder length red hair which was exceptionally straight, bright red lips and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a white crop top which displayed her huge breasts nicely. Her legs were covered in stocking socks which ended just beneath ripped, faded and very tight jean hot pants. On her feet she was wearing red converse sneakers. Angelina smiled at Selina, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and together they walked towards the exit. Selina couldn’t help notice that Angelina had that weird walk like she always did when she had been needing to pee for a long time. It resembled the waddle of a pregnant woman, small quick steps but with her legs close together. Her usually flat belly sported a prominent bulge. Selina forgot for a second about her own need as she admired in awe that large, sexy bulge her girlfriend carried towards the door. Angelina had stuck one thumb in the waistband of hot pants and pulled them away from her distorted belly as much as she could, which was not a lot at all. Selina forced herself to stop staring and immediately grimaced as another wave of desperation hit her: “Oh thank god you’re here, I don’t know what I had done if had to wait for you again. I’m about to burst here.” “Tell me about it babe, my bladders feels like it’s about to pop. You’re in for a real gusher.” Angelina’s face was pained and Selina was literally shaking as they made for the exit. With quick steps they hurried towards their usual spot, a well-hidden, narrow maintenance alley between two of the school buildings. The second Selina turned into the alley she stuck her hand under her tight skirt and gripped her black lace panties. While walking she yanked them down, stepped out of them and hastily stuffed them into her purse. “Quick Angie, I gotta go so fricking bad!” she exclaimed in a begging voice. “Geez Sel, you know I can’t walk that fast when I am THAT full” she replied while pointing at her bulge which stretched the front of her crop top. In the meantime, Selina had arrived at their niche, a 2m wide gap between two dumpsters. She tossed her purse onto one of them and pulled up the front of her skirt facing the wall. “Angie I’m begging you, hurry! I have to piss!”, she said in a now shaking voice and slamming her knees and thighs together while one hand tightly grabbed her pussy. Angelina arrived in the gap next to Selina, now also with one hand between her legs. With great difficulty she opened the button of her hot pants who sat even tighter than usual because of her extended bladder. While fumbling with the button, she doubled over twice in the process. Selina was in a half squat, now both hands clenching her aching pussy, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. “Pleeeease, im gonna burst!”, she said to Angelina with clenched teeth and eyes floating in desperation. She was in a state of pure urgency. A primal urge, that absolute vital need where she didn’t care about anything else than just being able to go. Every last bit of discipline and willpower was focused on her sphincter and her hand keeping her bare pussy shut. The sheer crazed signal of need her bladder was sending made her wince in panic and despair. Angelina wasn’t listening to Selina, now that the button was undone her own desperation had worsened tenfold. She ripped her zipper down, pulled the fly wide apart while pulling her white lace thong to the side and exposing her vagina in one swift motion. She was breathing very heavy as she muttered with her last force: “Now.” In an incredibly explosive and swift motion Selina rose from her half squat removing her hands from her pussy. She thrust her hips forward, now standing with stretched legs, yanked up skirt and bare slit facing the wall. She had let go even before she had reached the complete upright position and started pissing full force the very instant, she was standing. Her arch of clear white pee hit the wall with force, empowered by the momentum of her hip thrust motion into the standing position. She moaned softly, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed in pure bliss. It felt orgasmicly good and she enjoyed how incredibly full her bladder still was. Her pee, still aching to come out felt burning hot on her pee-hole. Her stream was hitting the wall with a steady continuity and even pressure. Angelina had just with her last force given the go as her flood gates broke. She began to pee at exactly the same moment as Selina. Her legs wide apart, also in a standing position she let go through the opened front of her hot pants. She didn’t wet the fabric but her pussy was trembling from ecstasy and the sheer pressure of boiling piss. She thrust her head backwards, her mouth wide open and her eyes half closed. Her moan was silent but she stuttered: “Oh fuck! Oh my god yes.”, under her breath. Unlike Selina’s, Angelina’s stream was not steady at all. It was like a tub turned on full force, splashing against the wall not in an arch, but more like a straight jet. After a couple of seconds, the force lessened and her stream sprayed the wall like a garden hose. Then came another gush where her clear piss shot out of her again like a pressure washer. This torrent lasting much longer than the first wave. Gush after gush her bulge began to deflate. Her sneakers and tights were being sprinkled by small droplets but she didn’t care, her relief was just too great. Selina had completely forgotten her surroundings; it was just her and her glorious piss. Slowly she could feel her bladder deflate and came to the point where she would normally feel comfortable but her steady stream just went on, still in dire need. It was about a minute after she had begun peeing where she reawoke from her trance. She was brought back to reality when Angelina let go a long sigh. Angelina squeezed out a last long and hard spurt as she finished, finally feeling empty again and her whole body fully relieved. She grinned and stepped out of her wide stance, now standing in the huge puddle which had spread through the hole 2m gap and mixed with Selina’s piss. The large puddle of clear white pee began trickling into the middle of the alley and run down a rain drainage. Angelina readjusted her thong, pulled up her zipper and buttoned up her hot pants. She went to her backpack, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. She then leaned on the dumpster, still standing in the puddle and watched Selina wo was still peeing steadily. “Geez Sel, I have never seen someone who pees as long as you do.” Selina turned her head towards Angelina and smiled: “It’s not my fault that you pee like a sick fucking race horse. But I really had to go, it feels like I’m almost empty but it’s still coming.” They both chuckled. “Yeah, it definitely looks like you needed that. I almost thought you couldn’t wait for me this time.”, Angelina said before taking another pull on her cigarette. “It was an incredibly close call. Once I am in Piss-Alley my brain tricks me and sends all signals to initiate piss-mode.”, Selina replied, the strength of her stream began to lessen slowly. She continued talking, still peeing and looking at Angelina: “Don’t pretend like you didn’t almost flood yourself too, I saw the bulge that was going on there.” “Yeah…”, Angelina replied while watching her girlfriend and her still ongoing pee “…I was about to ask the professor for a bathroom pass but then I saw your text and forced myself to hold on just a little longer.” There were about 5 seconds of silence, the only noise was Selina’s pee which was not hitting the wall anymore but directly adding to the puddle she was standing in. Then it finally ended rather abruptly. “Damn Angie your crazy powerpiss totally splashed my boots again, you gotta control yourself there.” Selina said with pretended anger and took her panties out of her purse. She proceeded to wipe the drops on her boots with them and then tossed the panties back in her bag. That moment a third girl rushed into the alley. She was almost running, taking big steps in her wedge booties. The girl had long wavy brown hair, and large golden hoop earrings. Her lips were colored in a brownish red, matching her hazel eyes. She had an average body but rather large hips which looked phenomenal in the dark red tube dress she was wearing. “Hey girls.”, she said breathlessly and thrusted her purse into Selina’s arms. Pulling her dress up she proceeded to squat down between the two dumpsters, her back facing the wall. She had not reached a full squat as she started to pee into Selina’s and Angelina’s puddle. She lifted her head and watched the other girls, smiling with an expression of relief. Angelina was the first to speak: “See Sel, that’s what I meant the other day. I have no idea how you can manage to do this Nancy. The pantyless thing you do all day. When I’m holding and my pussy feels fresh air I start pissing right away.” Nancy was going forcefully and steadily but rather messy, her thick getting thighs splashed with pee. “Oof I needed that.”, she said while spreading her legs a bit wider. “How come?”, asked Selina, “I thought you normally didn’t participate in the Weekend-Celebration-Piss?” “I wasn’t planning to”, Nancy answered, “I had a free period just before lunch and went for coffee with Nick. And I had like 4 cups and needed to go quite bad already. Then… SHIT!” Nancy had begun gesturing wildly while telling her story and had lost balance. Her weight shifted backwards and she just managed to stop her fall with her hand, submerging it in the puddle. Her new pose caused her jet of pee to go straight up in the air. The shock seemed to force more pee to rush out of her pee-hole, showering herself completely and the two other girls’ legs in piss. She quickly got back up in a proper squat. “Fuck. Sorry about that…” “Dammit, Nancy! You’re such a mess!”, scuffed Angelina. “Yeah, I know. I know. Anyways…”, continued Nancy, “…after the coffees he was horny and we went for a quicky. Then I was suuuper late and didn’t got a change to pee before class.” Angelina rolled her eyes. Nancy saw it and exclaimed: “You two cheeky lesbians wouldn’t understand! I like Nick ok!?” “Here”, Selina said and handed her the slightly moist panties from her purse. “Thanks”, Nancy said and began patting her face and bosom dry, still peeing. After another 20 seconds the seemed to be done and got up, taking a deep breath. She wiped her wet hand with Selina’s panties and gave them back to her. Angelina put out her cigarette and tossed it down the rain drainage. “So, are you girls up for a Max-Capacity-Night later?” “Absolutely!”, answered Nancy looking calm and relieved now. “Of course!”, said Selina with a broad smile. Angelina nodded: “Right on. I’ll text in the Sisters in Piss chat later for tonight’s rules. How about your place Sel?” “Sure.” They were about to leave as Nancy cursed: “Fuck! Looks like I got some left.” She hiked her dress up again and let out another thick stream of pee, lasting about 5 seconds. This time she didn’t bother squatting down, which caused her to pee over her booties. “I could give you some pointers on how to pee standing up you know…”, Selina said in a suggesting and concerned tone. “Yeah, that might actually be a good idea, let’s get back to that tonight.” Selina was on the bus home when her phone vibrated. A notification from the SiP chat popped up. She grinned while reading Angelina’s message: “Tonight 8pm at Sel’s: Max-Capacity-Night. For the rules: - Empty your bladder until 3pm. (Sel, Nanc and I already did in Piss-Alley😉) - Make sure to drink 1 liter of water until 6pm and another 500ml until 8 - Bring a sixpack of beer Looking forward to it! -A Selina pocketed her phone and took a big sip from her water bottle; tonight, was a going to be a fun night.
  19. Many of us guy’s, some girls as well, gets aroused, if a girl admits that she would need to wee very bad and urgently. Some of us gets turned on very much if a girl is needing to wee, but has no opportunity to go, or is not allowed to go, or she is putting it off for a long time. Some like it if the girls hold it for extreme long periods of time and some like it more if the girl is holding a very large amount of urine in her stretched and expanded bladder. Some guy’s like it if a girl suffer in silence, another like it more if she cross her legs and if she is bending over and is moaning about her strong urge and another love it if the girl gets desperate and frantic to wee. What do you like especially? Vor many boys gets a girl who is needing to wee extreme sexy and they gets very horny about it. I know that it is bad and not fair that we boys gets aroused if a girl has to suffer about her overfilled bladder and that we get turned on if a girl has to suppress her bodily needs for hours, but for many boys gets a girl who is needing to wee extreme sexy and many boys gets horny from the knowledge that a girl is needing to wee very bad. Once i had „masochistic „ girl, she wanted to get forced to hold it and she wanted to get her bursting full bladder tortured. She wanted that i massaged her swollen bladder, that i pressed and pushed on it. Does someone of you like that? What especially do you like???
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  21. A boy made a high school outing and was waiting early in the morning in a bus for a girl. The girl was not his girlfriend, she was a girl from his class and they spent on and off some time together. He reserved for her the seat beside him. The girl was very late, she came at the last moment before they were leaving. ”Good morning! Do you know how long it will last until our first stop?” she asked him, as soon as she was sitting. ”No, but why do you want to know that?” asked the boy. ”I overslept, i was so late that i had no time for to bathroom and not even for the loo. I hope we will stop very soon, because i need to wee pretty bad.” answered the girl. What a lucky day, what a great journey for the boy, with a girl beside him, who had her bladder full from the night. He did love it and he was turned on so much about that. He was horny and he wanted to increase his horniness, therefore he started to talk with her. ”When have you weed last time?” asked the boy. ”10 pm before i went to sleep.” replied the girl. ”Is it urgently?” wanted the boy know. ”Yes it is, my bladder is always very full in the morning.” said the girl. ” Very urgently?” asked the boy, joyful and full of horniness. He wished that she would say “yes, very, very urgently!” ”Why don’t you ask so much about my need to wee? But yes it is very urgently!” she answered. ”I am just worried about you, because i think we will not stop before 3 hours and that can get very bad for you.” said the boy, simulated afraid. In reality he was in heaven and enjoyed , that he had the opportunity to spend some hours with a full bladdered and pee desperate girl beside him. He could not wait to see what she will do if her bladder gets fuller and fuller and when her urge will get stronger and stronger. continue
  22. In my youth i had a friend who was very submissive and devot. I was 19 to that time and he was a little younger than me, just a little bit over 18. I am and i always was bi, since i could feel sexuality. I did and i do like girls and boys who are very slim and i was and i still gets aroused when they have a very full bladder in their slim bodies and when they did not pee for a very long time and were needing to wee very urgently. We did not have real sex, but did like each other very much, i think that we were in love and we did love other’s body. We did spend much time together and when ever it was possible, we spent a night together, in one bed and totally naked. We did love to feel each other’s body and to sleep totally clasped . I did love it so much when he was holding a very full bladder in his flat, thin lower abdomen and i did love it to know that he was needing to pee very urgently. I did never ban him to go to the toilet, but i did many times try to prevent him to go and he did let me make him hold. I don’t know if he knew that i did like it, but he did always wait when i told him to wait. He was thin, but he had a large, strong bladder and was able not to pee all day long. There were situations where he wanted to the toilet and i told him to wait, because we don’t have enough time for that. He was very devot, he did not go, he did never asked again and did hold it sometimes for hours longer. It was getting usual that he did not go to the toilet the entire day, it was like he was not allowed to go. One time, it was late evening, we were in the bed together, totally naked. It was late and time for to sleep. I did take him in my arms, kissed him and wanted to switch out the lights. “I need to piss“ .he whispered silently. „Me too, but we should sleep now, we can go tomorrow.“ i answered. “But i did not go since before noon, my bladder is very full and it would be really very urgently.“he replied. “Hold it and sleep now!“ i said and turned out to light. He did not say anything more and did go to sleep with his bladder full from 12 hours. My bladder was full too, but i did like it.
  23. A group of archaeologists did go by a little bus to new archeological excavations. They were four man and two girls. 2 man at about 40, one guy was much younger, he was 21 years and a older professor, he was the leader of the group. The girls were students, just a little bit over 18 and made a practical during their holy days. They did all wear kaki shorts, kaki shirts and heavy shoes. The girls shorts were pretty short and the bare legs of the girls were a good view for the man. At the second, or the third afternoon, asked one of the girls the younger guy “ where do you go if you need to go?” The girl did know that very well, because she did notice it the days before and the guy did know very well what she meant, but he wanted to talk about it and so he asked “what do you mean with it, were do i go?” The girl wanted to talk as well about it and answered “i mean your bodily needs, what are you doing if you need to pee?” ”I go just a little away, turning around and doing it. And you, where do you go?” asked the guy. ”We girls don’t go not at all!” answered the girl. The man was not before in omorashi, he did not even notice that the girls did not wee all day long, but to hear that, made him hard at the moment. He was absolutely surprised about it and he was surprised that it was suddenly turning him on so much that the girls did not have a chance to wee and not even to squat somewhere. The girl was proud about her holding ability and bladder performance and wanted to get admired. ”It’s not so easy to wait until at home, sometimes it gets very hard. Sue, so was the name of the other girl, does suffer all afternoon about her full bladder.”said the girl. ”And you? Don’t you not suffer about it?” wanted the boy know. ”Sure that i am suffering, sure that i would need to go, but….” answered the girl. ”What, but????” wanted to guy know.
  24. It was always very exciting for me if a girl said that she is needing to wee. It was turning me on very much if she did not go, or if she could not go, because of some different circumstances. The longer she had to wait, the longer she had to hold it back, the more i was getting aroused. The same, if i was together with a girl who did not use a toilet for a long period of time, it was turning on as well. I did think about her bladder, about how full her bladder must have been after holding it for so long and something more like that. For example. In my youth i dated a girl. Brigitte was her Name, she was just a few months over 18 at our first date. I had 2, for me very exciting experiences with her. Experience i still love to remember. We met at afternoon in a coffee shop. Then we went to a shopping mall and at the evening to the cinema. She had opportunities to go to the toilet, but she didn’t , not until we were at the cinema, then she said “i have to go for little girls before we are going inside.” Just a few seconds later she was back. ”That was really quick’l i said. ”I didn’t go, the line was too long.” she answered, smiled and went inside with me. That was like music in my ears! I did not want to animate her to go, therefore i waited until we were at our seat, then i asked her “ don’t you not need to go? The film will last 2 hours and 2 hours can get pretty long .” ”I would need to, but it can wait, i hold it back.” she answered. That was making me extreme hard. All the time during the film i thought at her bladder and her pee urge. I was pretty horny about that and had permanent my hand on and between Brigitte’s thighs. I remember, i wished it would have lasted for hours longer and i was a little bit sad as the film was ending, but i was much more enjoyed as we did pass by the toilets, but Brigitte still did not go. That was turning me on so much, that i wanted more of it. I did not bring her straight home after the cinema, i went with her to an ice cream shop with no toilets. I wanted to make her wait and hold and she did let me do it. Then, more than one hour later, i kissed her in front of her house door. ”It’s already really urgently now.”she said. I did know very well what she meant, but asked “what do you mean, what is urgently?” ”I need to the loo very urgently! Did you forget that i wanted to go for little girls before the cinema?” she asked. ”Oh sorry, i really forgot it.” i lied. In reality i did not think anything other. ”It’s more than 4 hours later, it must be really urgently now.” i said with a horniness in my voice. ”More than urgently!” she replied, pressed both hands between her thighs and crossed her legs tight over it, to demonstrate her need, before she did disappear behind her door. As soon as i was at home, i masturbated and did cum with high pressure, because of the last hours of my horniness. Next day i called her on the phone and asked her if she yesterday did reach the loo in time. It was near at her limit she said, because she has not been at the toilet all day long, not since she did her morning wee. I masturbated again and thought about that the girl went late at evening with me in the cinema, with her bladder full since early morning and i thought about how she was standing with her hands hard pressed against her slit and legs tight crossed. Two or three weeks later, i had another erotic and very arousing experience with her. We did spend one day at the lake.
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