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  1. Geist

    helltaker cerberus

    Being a singular soul with three bodies can have its downsides, especially when the house only has one litter box; the third body never makes it......
  2. Summary: A female clubber is bursting for the bathroom while on a long bathroom qeueue. When she can't hold it any longer, she proceeds to take matters into her own hands before having an accident. Plot: Damn it! How long is this line going to be. I have to pee sososo bad." Gwenndolinne Masterson thought to herself. Since 12 midnight until now (1 am), she waiting on line for the ladies' room inside the Pheonix night club. As usual, Gwenndolinne was bursting beyond belief and needed to urinate so badly. The pressure just kept mounting upon her bladder as well as her poor urethra. Gwenndolinne always indulged in a good time at night clubs. She loved the music, dancing, good food, and the liquids. Specifically, she loved the soda, fruit punch, and red wine. Gwenndolinne just can't help herself and in the presence of these liquids, she consumes lots of it with her food. And she just can't help but ignore her need to go until she is severely desperate to bursting. And right now she was bursting big time. Gwenndolinne bobbed up and down, keeping her right leg double crossed, standing bent over, fighting her incessant wave of desperation. The pressure just kept mounting as all the fluids and food collected into her urethra. "Damn it why is this line not moving. Hey get outta there!" Gwenndolinne shouted followed by an "Oh no-nononononono no no oh no." Gwenndolinne almost spurted from speaking loudly and with passion. She had to go and soon or else. The line didn't move much except for 7 people out of what was a total of 25 people. There were 18 people still in front of her and it was pretty clear this line wasn't going to move any faster. One 21-year old girl in place #4 near the door was holding her crotch and bobbing up and down, couldn't take it anymore. "Excuse me excuse-" but she was cut short by the person at the door entrance. "A-a (shaking her head in a no-way manner)! Get to the back of the .... seriously?" The girl replied "I can't hold it. I just can't hold it oh gaawwd!" running inside while unable to stop wetting herself. Her trail of desperation was followed by complaints and cursing. One woman (40 years) said "Yeah kid run inside! If I wasn't desperate, I would-ah (wincing) eeeeeemmmmmmmmmm ....". Gwenndolinne Masterson couldn't believe what she saw. Here she was and number 19 on the line. And yet some girl jumped the line. "Who was this bimbo that grabbed her ticket for relief?" Gwenndolinne wondered. Gwenndolinne couldn't handle the proverbial smack in the face as her wave of desperation was made worse by her bladder contracting. It was as if her bladder saw this and protested with anger. Gwenndolinne applied more pressure against this pressure by contracting her urethra even more. She was already in so much pain and had to endure more. "This reminds me of the time I had to wait for Piper to get out of the bathroom and I had to piss in the garbage bag.". (Please see my fiction Desperate Morning). Gwenndolinne Masterson kept telling herself she would make it soon so as to not make her need worse. But time was ticking forward. It was 1:15 pm and still only two persons went inside while the girl from before (wetting herself) still didn't come in. The other woman (from before yelling at the pissing girl) couldn't take it anymore and ran inside. Since she was ..... well ... as big as Nyla Rose (AEW wrestling star) who could stop her as she pushed everyone out of the way. One girl (22 years old) lost her footing and landed on her butt. Sadly she began urinating in her jeans. "Noooooooooo!" the girl screamed. Gwenndolinne continued to bob and pee dance while leg double crossed online. At one point, her need became such an unnatural wave of desperation that cause her to crouch down. Wincing, teeth clenching, and whimpering, Gwenndolinne had to muster more of her strength not to let a single drop escape her. She has had accidents before but this time she wanted to avoid that. She wasn't going to let herself be (as her friends call her) Peeing Gwen. She hated that and she hated her stupid gluttonous nature for waiting too long at this point. She was determined to stay dry. After 20 seconds, she got her need under control but her urethra was paining her. She desperately wanted relief and wished the line moved faster. Suddenly, she and others could hear yelling inside the ladies' room. The female nearest the door could hear this. "You toilet hog! We need the toilet and you're enjoying phone sex? I just pissed myself and you just wave it off. That's it!". "Screw you!". Female bouncers came into the bathroom and hurried both women out. Two went in as three came out. Gwenndolinne was still trying to keep it together for the next 40 minutes. In that time she kept thinking positive thoughts, such as the time she went fishing with her father up-state. She remembered how peaceful it was and how quiet the environment behaved. This thought always helped to calm her nerves no matter the situation. But how long would it last? During this 40 minutes, another female (27 years) with jet-black hair, stiletto heels, a revealing top and a micro-mini skirt couldn't take it and ran off the line. She grabbed a huge beer mug from a customer about to ask for more beer. She lifted up her skirt and shoved the mug into position and released her pent up ocean. "Yes yes oh yes y-yes sweet relief. Oh man!". The customer behind her shouted at her to clean the mug while the staff told her to pay for damages. She casually waved her hand stating she was rich and would pay easily. At the end of the 40 minutes, Gwenndolinne couldn't take it anymore. Her will power was not enough to deal with the wave of desperation that reached super ultra maximum pressure against her poor urethra. Something had to give. And it could be her body that badly screamed neurotransmitters to let go like you wouldn't believe. Her mind lost it. She ran off line and looked for a plant pot or a corner not occupied. She began resorting to her frantic foolish self she tried to avoid becoming. She looked all over and saw not a single plant pot or an unoccupied corner that no one would see in her. She ran out the door and looked both sides. To her right was never ending buildings with alleys that were filled with people already. To her left was the same thing, except for one alley that seemed to be devoid of anyone. "Perfect!" she said to herself and ran over there. Gwenndolinne was overcome with much relief and wanted to get there asap. But she had to be careful not to cause herself to have an accident. She was wearing strappy shoes with heels and each step she took combined with her ectasy for relief and her need to go threatened to cause her to go. But she remained focused and made it to the alley of question. "Finally." Gwenndolinne cried with a smile only to find men taking a bathroom trip or vomiting. She was horrified by the horrible sight of biological waste and the numerous people. There was no privacy. And worse! The alley had a bad odor. Some looked like they were not from tough neighborhoods while others were skinny guys just waiting to be punched. Gwenndolinne stood there swaying her knees while bent forward, thinking about her next move. But where was she going to go. Suddenly, she felt a small dribble travel down the middle and that ended her indecisiveness. She ran past all the weirdos and seedy people, ran into the darkened areas of the alley and stopped behind a trash can. She saw the ground had a pot hole leading into the sewage. She made up her mind. Gwenndolinne positioned herself over this pot hole and readied to lower herself when another wave of desperation so powerful it nearly punched a jet of her pent up golden falls. She winced and gritted her teeth so hard she might have as well as caused her teeth to travel back upwards. "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she whimpered. This wave immobilized her to the extent that she felt moving might cause her to leak. But her resolve finally took over and she lowered herself. She lifted up the hem of her short skirt halter top dress, revealing she went commando. She opened her legs apart and made one last look down to ensure she properly over the pot hole. It was so dark she couldn't be completely sure but time was running out. She counted in her mind 1..2..3 and let go. A jet of her urine the appearance of a fire hose jet emitted itself from her nether region. Several smaller streams deviated from the main jet into the pot hole as well as rivulets emerged down the middle dripping profusely. Some of the rivulets went down to her buttocks nearby her genital region and dripping off the skin of her buttocks. Gwenndolinne almost fell backwards from the sweet ecstasy of relief. Her bladder deflated as well as her urethra feeling the pressure of the flow of her urine rapidly moving by. Her urine sizzled as steam emerged from the pot hole. It was hot and the sight according to the others was hot too. They couldn't believe someone did this in front of them. Suddenly, a voice could be heard calling out "Fuuuuuzzzzzzzz!". Everyone scrambled out of there to avoid the police, leaving Gwenndolinne by herself still urinating. A police patrol slowly drove by the alley. During the driveby, the driver looked in the direction of the alley. Gwenndolinne stood there frozen and crouched next to the trash pail still urinating. Her stream did start to trickle but she remained still. One officer asked if his partner saw anyone. The driver couldn't see anything and continued driving. Her stream slowly tricked to a stop and once she pushed out the last few drops, she proceeded to get back on her feet. She carefully left the alley and inspected the coast. Majority of the street was empty as people carefully left quickly. Gwenndolinne left as well and made her way home asap. She didn't bother to wipe the dried up urine off her bottom and the few rivulets that traveled down the inside seams of her thighs. Gwenndolinne proceeded to plop on her bed and worry about it the next morning. And the laundry too. FYI: Gwenndolinne is 25 years old.
  3. Geist

    stuck in line

    Only 4 more people heartless/desperate enough to witness her bending over squirming and crying, with no intention to let her cut in line, something intersting might be happening out of frame
  4. On NYE I went to a friend's house party and was lucky enough to see quite a lot of desperation. The party was quite busy and with lots of drinks being consumed, so the single downstairs bathroom was very much in demand! Towards the end of a long game of beer pong (boys vs girls) I noticed that a few of the girls were looking quite fidgety and desperate to pee, but were too busy playing to go to the loo. The host of the party, a beautiful tall blonde woman in her early 20s wearing black leggings and knee high black boots, was standing with her legs crossed and looked absolutely bursting. She kept bobbing on the spot (still keeping her long legs very tightly crossed) and would only uncross them to take her turn, before quickly crossing them again. The second the game was over she walked straight out of the room to the loo, obviously trying to beat the queue that she knew would form! One of the other girls who was playing, a very attractive blonde girl wearing a really short skirt, black tights and black ankle boots, had also hurried out to the loo but by that time there was already a short queue. She saw the queue and groaned, bobbing on the spot before joining the back and quickly crossing her legs. After about a minute standing in line with her legs crossed, she uncrossed them and went to the front of the queue while dancing from foot to foot and bouncing on the spot. 'Ooh sorry could I please go next? I've been dying for a wee for ages' she said, pleading with the guy at the front to let her cut in. He said OK and she thanked him, before crossing her legs tightly and knocking on the bathroom door. 'Hurry up I'm gonna wet myself!' she said, laughing but also looking absolutely frantic to get in there and pee. Eventually the bathroom was finally free and she rushed inside with obvious relief. A little while later, I was outside talking to an absolutely stunning curvy mixed race girl wearing a short dress and black thigh high boots. She was standing there fidgeting and squirming, crossing and uncrossing her legs and I guessed she was dying to pee but didn't want to admit it. After a few more minutes of squirming she crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot. 'I really need a wee, do you think the bathroom's free?' she asked quietly, and I said I wasn't sure. She sighed and said 'I tried ages ago but someone was in there. Back in a sec'. She walked off but was back within a few seconds. She sighed and shook her head, bouncing on the spot. 'The queue's massive, I'll have to wait' she said, bobbing on the spot again before tightly crossing her legs. We chatted for a few more minutes, the whole time she was squirming around and squeezing her thighs together. I tried to concentrate on the conversation rather than the fact that this beautiful girl in front of me was clearly absolutely desperate for a wee (and had probably been holding on for quite a long time) with no chance of getting into the loo anytime soon. She was clearly reaching her limit by now as she was really struggling to hide her desperation and was almost doing the 'need a wee' dance in front of me, bobbing, bouncing, stepping from foot to foot and crossing and uncrossing her legs, looking very flustered. Eventually she said 'Ooh I can't wait any more, I'm gonna have to go, I'm bursting!'. I was really needing to pee myself by this time so I went with her, and luckily for her the bathroom was finally free. 'Oh thank God' she gasped, practically running into the loo for what must have been a very relieving pee after holding on for so long. Later on in the evening, I waiting for the bathroom to be free when a curvy, really attractive brunette girl wearing a really short skirt and high-top Converse came hurrying down the corridor, sighing when she saw the queue. I had seen her outside about half an hour earlier looking very fidgety with her legs crossed so I'm guessing she had been needing to pee for a while but had been too busy chatting to find time to go, and now found herself absolutely dying to pee faced with a long wait in line for the loo. 'Guess I'll join the queue then' she muttered, standing next to me and crossing her legs again, squeezing her thighs together. I made some comment about how there's always a queue when you're desperate, and she laughed and said 'Oh God I know! I've actually needed a wee for ages now. I'm a nurse though so I'm used to it'. I asked what she meant, and she went on to explain that sometimes she is so busy that she doesn't get chance to go to the loo for hours at a time during her shift. 'We have bladders of steel' she joked. The queue was moving really slowly as whoever was in the bathroom was taking a long time. The bursting nurse next to me, who had been standing keeping her legs very tightly crossed and thighs squeezed together, sighed impatiently and muttered 'Wish they'd hurry up, I need a wee so bad.' A few minutes later her friend came past and mentioned that they were about to do karaoke, asking if she wanted to join in. The nurse nodded and said 'Yeah, I really, really need a wee though, I've been in this queue for ages'. She bobbed on the spot in frustration, her legs still tightly crossed. Her friend laughed and said to just come back and use the loo later. The nurse glanced longingly at the locked bathroom door before sighing and bobbing on the spot again, then leaving the queue to go and join her friends. About half an hour later I saw her standing outside and she had clearly not had chance to go to the loo yet as she was very fidgety, shifting from foot to foot or crossing her legs and squeezing, hardly able to stand still for a second. One of her friends (the party host) asked her if she was OK and she laughed and said yes, but that she was 'absolutely bursting for a wee and there's still a fucking queue'. The host laughed and offered to show her where the upstairs bathroom is, which the very desperate nurse gratefully accepted! Later on, I was stood chatting near to the bathroom (which was in use) when I saw a tall, attractive guy in his early 20s walking very quickly down the corridor towards the bathroom, squeezing his cock through his skinny jeans for a couple of seconds. He reached the bathroom door and when he found it locked, he groaned and bent over, squeezing himself hard again. He banged on the door and shouted 'Who's in there!? I'm dying for a piss!'. He stood bending over and squeezing himself for a couple of seconds before saying 'Fuck it' and literally sprinting up the stairs to find another loo that hopefully for him wasn't in use, as he looked very close to completely pissing himself! Not long afterwards, a gorgeous, slim brunette girl aged around 18, wearing dark skinny jeans and thigh high black boots, came hurrying down the corridor. She sighed loudly when she saw that the bathroom door was closed and stood back against the wall, crossing her legs tightly. She had been singing karaoke for a while and I'm guessing had needed a wee for quite some time before finally giving in and going to the loo, only to now find it in use. She was rosy cheeked and flustered, looking very impatient as she waited for her turn to pee. She stood there crossing her legs and pushing her thighs together for a minute or so before stepping forward and tugging on the bathroom door, just to check that it was actually occupied. Sure enough, the door was locked and she sighed in frustration before walking off to go and join her friends outside in the garden, obviously deciding that she could hold on for a little while longer. About twenty minutes later, I was standing near the door to the garden watching someone else singing karaoke when the gorgeous brunette girl came past me, apologising to me as she squeezed by. 'Sorry, I really need a wee' she said quietly as she squeezed past. She was still rosy cheeked and looked absolutely frantic to get to the loo, clearly not able to hang on for much longer. A bit later, I had been chatting to some people and was absolutely dying to piss. I had been holding it for ages as I didn't want to leave the conversation. It got to the point where I was moving from foot to foot and could barely hide how badly I needed to go. I excused myself and walked quickly to the bathroom, only to see somebody going in there who had just beaten me to it. I sighed and took my place in line, hoping the person in there wouldn't be too long. My bladder was extremely full as I had been drinking quite a lot and I longed to get into the bathroom and release a long, hard piss. I paced and stepped from foot to foot as I waited impatiently, occasionally having to bend over and even hold myself when I thought nobody would be looking. I even had to unbutton the top of my jeans to try and give my bursting bladder a bit more room to expand. Unfortunately the person in the bathroom was taking their time and I was that desperate that I was starting to consider finding a discreet corner of the garden where I could finally relieve myself! At one point, I was bending over and holding myself when the host of the party came down the stairs and caught me straightening up. She asked if I was OK, I said 'Yeah, just waiting to get into the bathroom'. She glanced down at my crotch and noticed that my jeans were unbuttoned. She smiled and said 'Oh, are you needing the toilet? You can use the one upstairs if you like'. I blushed and said 'Oh yeah please, if that's OK'. She laughed and said 'It's no problem at all! I hope nobody's in there because it looks like you're bursting to go! Follow me'. I followed her up the stairs, very embarrassed that this gorgeous woman knew I was dying to pee and had even caught me bending over in desperation. We reached the top of the stairs and I was very relieved to find myself standing in front of the upstairs bathroom, which luckily for me wasn't being used because I was very close to soaking my jeans! The host said 'There you go, all yours' and I thanked her gratefully before hurrying inside for a very long, very relieving piss! With about 5 minutes to go until midnight, a really cute, curvy blonde wearing a tiny skirt, black tights and boots was squirming around and doing a very cute 'really need a wee' dance and telling everyone that she 'really needs the toilet' but couldn't go in case she missed the countdown to the new year. At one point, with a couple of minutes still to go, she bent forwards and said 'Oh I really, really, really need a wee! I'm gonna wee myself if I don't go soon', jiggling up and down on the spot. About half an hour later, after the new year celebrations and fireworks, I saw her again and she had obviously not had chance to go to the loo yet because she was still dancing around and mentioned a couple of times how badly she needed a wee. Unfortunately for her, the queue for the downstairs bathroom was now huge and she did not have time to pee before leaving to catch her taxi, so she would have to endure a long ride home with a full bladder before finally being able to go. Earlier on in the evening, this same curvy blonde girl had been telling us about the time that she had left a club in the city centre with her friends and was absolutely bursting to go for a wee, but the problem was that nowhere nearby was open. They tried to go back into the club to use the loo but they were not allowed back in. She said that she was walking down a main street in the centre trying to make it to the train station to use the toilets there, but she was so desperate that she just couldn't wait any longer and completely wet herself. Her exact words were (street name changed for anonymity) 'I was walking down Main Street just pissing myself... piss was running down my legs but I was wearing a skirt so nobody even noticed'. She didn't seem at all embarrassed about her very public wetting! Quite late on the evening well past midnight, I was sitting outside chatting to a few people when I noticed that a really cute, short curvy brunette girl wearing very tight fitting skinny jeans was squirming around in her chair, hardly able to sit still. She had her legs crossed tightly with her hand resting between her crossed thighs quite close to the crotch of her jeans, and I wondered if she was needing a wee but didn't want to go and stand in the line for the downstairs loo. Occasionally she would uncross her legs and quickly cross them tightly the other way, or sometimes she would keep them uncrossed but would sit and bounce her knees, resting her hands on her thighs, before crossing her legs again. After a few minutes of this she announced 'I need a wee' and left, only to return soon afterwards saying that the queue was too long. She sat squirming and jiggling in her chair for a few more minutes before saying 'Ooh I'm gonna wee myself, I'm gonna have to stand in the queue'. A few minutes later I needed to pee so I went to join the queue and saw her still waiting to get into the bathroom. She was next in line and was looking at her phone while doing a very cute 'need a wee' dance, stepping from foot to foot and jiggling up and down, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She sighed in annoyance, crossed her legs and bobbed up and down before looking up from her phone and staring longingly at the bathroom door as if willing it to open. 'Oh fucking come on' she muttered under her breath and then stepped forward to knock loudly on the bathroom door. 'Hurry up please some of us need a wee!' she said loudly, sounding frustrated. After a couple more minutes of desperate pee dancing she was finally able to get into the bathroom for a much needed wee.
  5. Hey again! This is another request, from a discord friend in the omo / pee desp community. This one, like my previous story, is an example of a roughly 1000 word commission (I went over again but that's not exactly a bad thing for the customer, just poor business on my part haha!) only this time written in a less detailed style. I'll be offering this cheaper option for commissions - being written in more casual prose and without multiple drafts being done. I'll be announcing these commissions officially once I have finished making some images with all the information, but if you're already interested please private message me to learn more! Thanks everyone for the amazing reception all of these stories have had so far, I'm really enjoying writing for the site! Superstore Squirming - The Urgent Queue! Jess couldn’t stop her right foot from tapping or bouncing on its heel. She hoped no one picked up on that, nor on the little butt wiggles she was doing as she waited, begging the lengthy queue to move faster. She was gripping a sweater she’d pulled off the rack so tightly that her knuckles were white, and every whine and whimper she swallowed seemed to travel directly to her already densely packed piss pouch and start complaining about the cramped conditions within! It was some four hours since she’d arrived at this multi-story maze of a store, six since her morning release, and two since she’d realised that she couldn’t simply anymore. There had already been a faint, pressing urge when she’d entered the store, and by now it was a pulsing, pleading weight between her thighs. Inside her bladder churned the results of a morning coffee, orange juice, three bottles of water, and the overall anxiety of being so utterly lost without any sign of relief. After multiple closed for cleaning signs, Jess was now stuck attempting to supress her squirming in a line of a dozen other women. Her knees knocked together, she glanced around herself nervously, feeling like all eyes must have been on her in her form-hugging tight jeans and low-cut top. They most likely weren’t, of course, but Jess couldn’t shake the paranoia that every twitch and tremble was being judged. She imagined the whispers, the shaking of heads, the casual tutting at the fully grown woman who was potty dancing like a schoolgirl. It was all she could do to keep herself from full-on jiggling and burying both hands into her aching, tightly clenched crotch, but she resigned herself to suffering on. To enduring the waves of pressure as the line inched forward ever so slowly. It wasn’t far now, her salvation was just ahead, the light at the end of this flooded tunnel. A stern wave of urgency crashed down upon her trembling body, and she exhaled heavily, shakily, fanning herself a little with the sweater she still clung to, giving her some vague excuse to even be here. Each burst of need brought her closer to the strike that would crumble her walls of control and cause that terrible, boiling fluid to come hissing out and down her legs. Each call was ever closer than the last - and had been for hours now. As the minutes rolled by, and she shuffled slowly forward, she pictured all those drinks, stewing inside her for about six hours now, churning and shooting downwards against her weakening grip. As much as she valued each step closer to the easing of her pain, those very steps jabbed into like hammers into her overstuffed bladder – which was jutting out painfully against her waistband, and visibly pounding in time with her racing heart. Her eyes had been locked on the floor ahead of her when she’d chanced a glance ahead and saw, with awe, that only two more women remained in front. The sudden knowledge that she was oh so close only caused that next fateful swell of pressure to catch her off-guard. Her bladder contracted sharply, the furious piddle stabbed at her sphincter and broke through, flooding her urethra instantly! Jess’ eyes were wide and unfocused, she gasped and wheezed, she tightened every muscle available until her face burned red with the strain. She still heroically refused to grip herself, instead willing her poor, tormented pussy lips to form a vacuum seal around her piss hole and contain any spurting, yellow trickles that might escape! Her thighs tingled as she pressed them so fiercely together that they began to lose feeling, and she felt lightheaded as she could scarcely breathe without crying out in desperation. Despite her best efforts, she was losing leaks. No strong spurts or sprays, but a constant flow of the tiniest trickles seeping past her labia and tainting her precious panties. Sweat rolled slowly down her face to her cheek, as a dribble of her ponderous load of piss eased from her damp panties and snaked down her inner thigh. The colour drained from her face, and that too flowed downwards to the crushing reservoir between her legs. She was practically sweating piss and all she could hear was the pounding of her throbbing pussy. So focused was she on enduring this hellish wave of so stale urine, that it wasn’t until the store attendant cleared her throat that she realised she had made it to the front of the line! Not wasting a second, she sprinted into the nearest changing room, her floodgates creaking open, she threw the sweater down on the bench and locked the door behind her. Both hands went straight between her legs, and she began to massage and squeeze herself, cooing at herself, dancing on the spot, and gyrating her hips. She thanked god she’d made it, for another moment having to endure without being able to hold herself and squirm would have left her flooding the clothing isle. After the first few minutes in line for the changing rooms she’d started to doubt the decision, perhaps she was better off continuing to search for a restroom than waiting here just for the chance to tackle her urgency head-on, but now she was sure it had been the right decision. Every new floor she’d been to it had taken anywhere between twenty to forty minutes to locate the toilets, and every time they have been inaccessible, or only for the men to use. No doubt if she had tried to keep searching, by this stage she’d either have lost control, or would be on her knees, kneading her groin for everyone in the crowded store to see! Jess leaned on the side of the stall and moaned into her arm, taking one hand away from herself for a moment to fiddle with the button of her jeans. She sucked breath in through clenched teeth and used a thumb to unbutton them, despite the extra pressure this added momentarily, the relief as her rock-hard abdomen popped out was almost orgasmic. Immediately she shoved both hands now into her piss-soaked panties and began to grind her puckering pee-hole against her hands directly. Grunting softly and chewing her bottom lip at the pleasure, the easing of that terrible burden, the distraction from her clenching, gasping, teeth-floating ocean of steaming, hot wastewater. She raised one leg, bringing her thigh to held press her hands still harder against her spasming, forcefully sealed exit. Her shapely rump stuck out strained against her jeans while she leaned forwards and tried to give her heavy mass of pent-up piddle room to stretch and settle down. She thought she might even want to sing it to sleep, like a kicking baby, an overdue case of piss pregnancy that was growing impatient and unruly within. Though she could not hate her burden, only try to make it see reason, to learn patience, to find comfort inside her and to stay there, bottled up and brewing until the hour, or day, she might finally be able to let loose her immense torrent. Jess was floating in bliss, fantasising about the opportunity to let it flow. Still bursting beyond belief, but content now she could finally take the weight off her muscles and shake and bounce her ass as much as her body yearned to. If she never pissed again, it would almost be okay so long as she could remain in this moment of pleasure and pressure control. Then there was a sharp knocking at the door. She remembered that dream could not be. Others needed to use these stalls, to try on clothes maybe, or maybe some needed only to compose themselves against their own personal growing floods. Who was she to deny them of that? Jess steeled herself, closed her eyes tight and gave herself one last, beautiful squeeze, with her hands so tightly clenched that it almost hurt, then she took a deep, trembling breath, and removed both of them at once. She held that breath as she bounced from one foot to the other and yanked up her jeans, sucking in her belly as if that would make any difference with her totally maxed-out bladder sitting like an oversized bowling ball in her gut, and she bit down on her tongue to silence the shriek that may have burst out as the button was fastened. Finally, her jeans secured, zipped up, she danced on the spot and shook her hands, pleading with herself to regain composure, to be strong, to keep holding, to face the rest of this nightmare with grace, as a lady. It would have been a lie to say she felt ready after the brief few moments she had to prepare, but she still opened the changing room door and strode out, head held high, a deep, yellow storm raging in her bladder. Her struggle would continue, but at least she’d had those beautiful minutes of ease, of privacy, and of giving in to the shameful, animal urge to display her desperate plea to piss her woes away. Every step she took jostled her bladder, and she thought with twisted humour that at least that straining organ was so densely packed full, that it was impossible for it to embarrass her by sloshing when she walked. Smirking through the pain, Jess tighten up, wiggled her hips, and held it in. The End...
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    女子校トイレ前行列中おしっこ漏らし! (2&3) The bathroom line of a girls' school is always so huge! The school girls who endured the whole class had already queued up and totally packed the vicinity of the front of the bathroom. The girl from another class stood in front of me, and the two second-year students behind me were chatting happily. The line did not move at all. "It’s already impossible! I'm gonna leak!" The liquid dripped out bit by bit. My hands pressed against my crotch with my all-out effort. I hadn’t been caught out just yet – but as the water trickled down, we can all hear an increasingly audible noise… “Hey, let’s go to the bathroom upstairs.” The two second-year students left. I chuckled. My entire school life was destroyed from that moment.
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  7. Long queue Larissa, Chloe, Natasha and Eve helped each other with make up, clothing adjustments and hair accessories as they excitedly got ready to see Young and Free in concert. ‘You got the tickets safe Chloe?’ ‘Yes in my bag all ready. See? Oh come on Eve your hair looks amazing honestly! The taxi will be here in less than ten minutes now.’ ‘Would you like me to take these glasses downstairs Larissa? Will I just put them in the kitchen?’ ‘Yeah yeah that’s perfect. Mum will put them in the dishwasher. Thanks’ All four had been nibbling crisps and nuts and drinking wine and fizzy juice as they got ready. They had been getting dressed and prepared for well over an hour when they heard a loud toot outside and Larissa’s mum shouted up. ‘Girls! You need to come down NOW! That’s the taxi here! Have a great time girls and remember to stay together and stay safe. Call me Larissa if you need me ok! You know I won’t go to bed until you are back home safe!’ As the four dolled up students raced downstairs to grab coats and jackets and head into the taxi Larissa kissed her mum on the cheek and quickly reassured her. Safe in the taxi the girls giggled excitedly as the taxi headed to the outskirts of the city to the large concert hall. Joining the long queue to get in Eve giggled and crossed her legs. ‘I ought to have used the toilet before we left! I hope we get inside soon as I really wanna wee.’ ‘Me too!’ ‘What are you two like! There must be over 100 people in front of us! Just don’t think about it and you’ll be fine ok!’ After initially not moving at all finally the queue began moving faster and within twenty minutes the girls were all inside the large atrium and looking for the toilets. ‘I vote we all go now. I’m bursting! ‘Yeah me too! Look I see some!’ The four girls made their way towards the ladies weaving through the crowds, stalls and stewards as they did so. It appeared everyone else at the concert was doing likewise but thankfully for all four girls the queue moved steadily and all four got to relieve themselves before being able to buy some drinks and sweets and heading into the auditorium. ‘This is going to be epic!’ Natasha shouted above the noise of the crowd. ‘Absolutely! Look it’s starting!’ Eve screamed back. With load bangs and fireworks the live concert began in style and the girls jumped, danced and sang throughout, each of them finishing the drinks and sweets they had bought and buying more in the interval. When out buying more juice Chloe glanced towards the toilets but the queue was out the door so she decided not to bother. The second half started with more fireworks and more smoke which had the audience screaming with excitement. When the band called up a few people from the crowd the place went wild with excitement but sadly none of the four students were picked, much to all their disappointments. Finally the three hour event drew to a close and the girls joined the long queue to leave the auditorium, the stewards filing everyone out in seat order. As they waited on their row being ushered out Chloe crossed her legs. ‘Can we go straight to the toilets please?’ ‘Again?’ ‘Yes! I was going to go at the break but the queue was out the door. I’ll never make it home honestly girls. I’m bursting!’ Eve moved from foot to foot behind Chloe. ‘She’s not the only one Larissa. I didn’t want to miss any of that but I’ve been wanting to go for ages. Come on! Why haven’t they let our row out yet?’ Natasha kept quiet but secretly she was delighted Chloe had mentioned the ladies. She too was desperate but way too embarrassed to say. It seemed only Larissa didn’t want to go but Natasha wasn’t sure if that was just bravado. She often tried to hold off longer than the rest of them but then Natasha had seen her having to go behind a bush more than once as her bravado broke and she was almost wetting herself. Natasha smiled but tightened her muscles hoping it wasn’t obvious how desperate she was too. ‘Right ok! We’ll go straight the the toilets then call the cab. It’s heaving here so maybe there will be a few less people by then. At least we are moving now. Try stick together. It’s madness here! The girls filed out into the large auditorium and headed for the ladies. They went straight to the ones they used earlier but Chloe protested that the queue wasn’t just out the door but almost back to the main entrance this time! ‘What? There’s no way I can wait in that! I’ll wee myself before I even get inside the door!’ Natasha silently agreed as she felt another spasm but tried to look as natural as possible. Larissa laughed ‘even I would be bursting by the time we got to those toilets and I don’t even need it!’ (Which was a lie but she wasn’t going to let the others know that) Chloe danced around high on alcohol and the music. ‘We need to find some other ones! Come on!’ The group headed further along the large wide atrium going against the crowd and heading away from the main door. They were stopped by an usher. ‘Hey you’re going the wrong way! The exit is this way please.’ Chloe, the boldest, went right up to the tall male usher. ‘Hey mate. Listen. I really need the loo. We’re just looking for a ladies ok?’ ‘Well you won’t find any up this way sorry. There’s some at the entrance on your right.’ Larissa spoke up. ‘Yes we saw those ones but the line is HUGE and my friend Chloe here will pee herself in that queue. Come on! Let us use some other ones? Please?’ The usher stood firm. ‘Sorry ladies. For security reasons you can’t go any further. I’m afraid you need to head back to the entrance. Thank you.’ Natasha was mortified. Not only did she hate breaking rules but she felt so embarrassed that Larissa, her friend, had embarrassed Chloe by telling a stranger she was about to pee herself. Granted Chloe was dancing around holding herself like a kindergarten child but even so! She pulled at Larissa and Eve’s arms and walked towards the entrance. Eve remained quiet too but she did comment softly that she hoped the queue would move quick. Natasha did too. The queue was still almost at the entrance but the four girls reluctantly joined anyway. ‘What about we just call a cab and go at our own homes?’ Larissa asked five minutes later when they had barely moved. Chloe, who was still dancing, answered first. ‘God no! By the time you call a cab, then we wait, then it drops Eve and you off I’ll be sitting in a puddle. Just let’s wait here now. At least it’s moving a bit. God I’m bursting though!’ Eve moved from foot to foot her hands in her jeans shorts pocket. ‘I’d rather wait too please.’ ‘Ok! But this is madness!’ Natasha tried standing still but even concentrating hard the pulses between her legs were strong and the need to move intense. The lined moved a little more but the conversation became less as each girl battled her own private war. Finally they could at least see the door though there was still over twenty girls in front. Chloe lost more and more dignity as she pressed both hands between her miniskirt and tights, her far too high shoes making it hard for her to balance. ‘I’m dying to pee so much. Do you think anyone would let me skip the queue? I have to go so badly it’s ridiculous. I so need to pee!’ Eve flushed as a strong urge hid. She silently crossed her legs and leaned on the wall though she could feel her underwear getting damp. She ached for release so much. She too doubted if she would make it. Natasha tapped her foot on the floor willing the queue to disappear as her urethra pushed and pushed rhythmically against her leather trousers and thong. Larissa wasn’t going to let on how much her bladder hurt but the waist on her jeans was digging in so when the others weren’t looking so up did the top button. That helped a little but not much. A short while later and Chloe was almost in tears. ‘I’m not gonna make it. I can’t hold this. It’s so urgent!’ Eve tried to encourage her though she doubted if she would manage either. ‘It’s ok Clo. It’s moving again see. We’re at the door now.’ But it was no good. Brazen, bursting and bolstered by alcohol Chloe hunched down against the wall as a loud hiss made the others stare. ‘Sorry! I just couldn’t wait another second!’ Pee formed a large warm puddle around her high strappy shoes as the pressure burst through her knickers and tights in a powerful stream. ‘Oh God. That’s so much better though!’ The others looked at Chloe with a mix of shock, jealousy and disbelief. Larissa spoke first. ‘Geez you can pee girl! Bet you won’t be the first to do that here! This is crazy having to wait this long!’ While everyone had been watching Chloe Eve had been forced to loosen the button on her jeans shorts such was the ache in her bladder. She rubbed her distended bladder as she leaned against the wall, avoiding the spreading puddle. It was getting beyond uncomfortable and now painful to keep holding the huge amount of urine her bladder held. As the queue moved again Chloe stood up and stepped over her puddle looking embarrassed but happy. Natasha was now in the lead and just inside the door she could now see a row of cubicles on each side but worse was the ladies washing their hands. She pressed a hand between the crotch of her leather trousers. ‘Oh my God this is torture! First seeing someone pee themselves now seeing folk washing hands. I really really need to go so bad’, which showed as she paced from foot to foot with a hand tight between her legs. Larissa never admitted needing to pee. She was proud of that but even she was struggling to keep her need hidden. ‘It’s bad isn’t it. Even I’m bursting now we’ve been waiting this long!’ They moved a little more but Eve stood silently leaning against the wall concentrating so much so hadn’t noticed the queue move. Chloe noticed she hadn’t moved, ‘Eve? You ok there? You falling asleep?’ Little did anyone know that pulling Eve out her holding zone would be too much. She turned as Chloe called her name but the lapse of concentration when another crucifying urge surged through her was all it took. Eve looked down ashamed in silence as warm liquid dribbled down her inside leg as the crotch of her denim shorts changed colour. With her arms rigid straight by her side, her hands tightly clenched to try and stop peeing it was all too little too late as against all her fight urine continued to race down both her bare legs and into her pump shoes. She hadn’t even made it into the door let alone a cubicle. Oh the shame. Chloe giggled, Natasha marched on the spot frantically inside the door and Larissa tried acting cool despite an intense need to piss overwhelming her. Chloe found it hilarious no longer being alone in embarrassment. ‘Two down! Two to go! Haha!’ Natasha’s pride took over. ‘What do you mean? I ain’t gonna piss myself! No chance! You two wait outside. Larissa and I will be back soon! The door closed behind Natasha as the queue moved again. Now just six in front including Larissa who was now unashamedly dancing like Chloe had and moaning. Finally a stall became available and Larissa ran in, yanking her tight leather trousers down as best she could but only getting them barely over her butt cheeks when the heavens opened! Pee gushed our furiously as Larissa tried learning forwards to make her pee stream fire backwards to avoid soaking her clothes. Hovering over the pan she felt tipsy with delight, even dizzy at finally getting release after so long. Her pee kept flowing steadily whilst Natasha was still outside waiting. Finally another stall became free and Natasha walked in. Inside facing the toilet the intensity of her need became incredibly strong and try as she might her jeans just wouldn’t budge over her distended bladder. She shook with need as first a dribble then a strong trickle escaped. She tried pulling at her jeans again but they just wouldn’t budge. With no choice left she sat on the toilet and wanted to scream as her bladder gave out and her jeans got soaked. This couldn’t be happening! Not to her! But it was, just as it happened to Chloe and Eve and almost happened to Larissa. It’s just what can happen when you can’t go because of a long queue. It really can happen to any woman.
  8. Tony Starks 50th Birthday party had been labelled as the party of the century, the fact the invitations had arrived in flying golden boxes a sure sign he was sparing no expense for this party. The already extravagant man wanting to mark this occasion in style with an equally impressive guest list. From the everyday heroes like Peggy Carter to the veritable gods of Thor and even Starlord himself, it seemed anyone and everyone Tony had ever worked with had been invited. But beyond the Avengers a large list of high up military and civilian faces had also RSVP’d to the event as going. There had been some rumours of him running for president, a thought that was currently going through Natasha Romanov’s head as she sped down the highway on her motorcycle. The heat from the engine rumbling between her legs feeling comforting in the cold evening. While her dark suit was perfect for mobility, it did little to keep her warm. Leaning in closer she accelerated down the almost abandoned road, aware she was already running late. On the outskirts of town Carol Danvers noticed the car Tony had sent pull up outside her farm house, the slightly chubby man behind the wheel beeping twice. Grabbing a coat, she threw it on over her suit and made her way to the black car. Despite her sometimes down to earth demeanour she was looking forward to tonight, the nights out with the Avengers often reminded her of the fun she had with Maria while in the air force. It was rare for her to find that kind of close connection to anyone, but for many of the Avengers that was a common trend and as such it only seemed to make them feel closer. Plus, tonight was the perfect excuse to ditch the professional attitude and actually relax a little. Closing the door to the car behind her, she shimmied out of the coat and threw it onto the seat next to her. Looking forward she could see the eyes of the driver clearly giving her a once over, before quickly darting to the road as he started to pull away. She had found it strange that the invite had requested her to turn up in uniform, Carol’s bright blue and gold suit making her a little self-conscious. But as Tony had said on the invite, there were regular civilians coming to this. If they wanted to keep up appearances they would have to wear their uniforms, although she was also sure part of the reason was Tony wanting to show them all off to his wealthy friends. After all, having Captain Marvel saviour of earth at your party was far more impressive that putting Carol Danvers on the list. “Why are you dragging me to this thing” an annoyed voice asked, the hum of star ship engines powering down in the background. “I thought you said you wanted to do more things together?” A mask man asked, walking down the ramp to his ship towards a young man behind a small kiosk. “I don’t want to see any scratches on this when I get back” he said tossing the keys to a bemused Valet who had never seen a space ship let alone parked one before. “I meant more like a romantic picnic, not a party” Gamora continued, ignoring the Valet completely. “Party’s can be romantic” Peter said, pulling her close. “Then why did you bring me?” An even more cross sounding Nebula asked. “I mean your family now” he said reaching over to hold Gamora’s hand. “Plus I need someone to watch Rocket” “Hey, what do you mean?”. To the continuing surprise of the overwhelmed Valet, a bipedal and talking racoon was following the group, along with a living tree. “Hey, you’ll catch flies” Rocket said, looking at the poor young man as he stood open mouthed at the sequence of events that had just unfolded Infront of him. “Then why bring me?” Rocket asked, turning to Quill and repeating Nebulas question. “Well you were invited, and…” “Why couldn’t old tree face do it” Nebula interrupted. “Because he is almost as bad as Rocket. You’re the only one they are both afraid of” Peter said. Pausing for a moment Nebula seemed to consider it before nodding her approval “All right then” she said continuing to follow them towards the glowing lights of Stark manor. “Please tell me you are not going to keep that on all night though Peter” Gamora asked, a disapproving look on her face. “What its cool, its mysterious, and Tony said to come in uniform”. But he could see the unimpressed look on Gamora’s face that had stayed firm. “Fine!” he said annoyed, clicking a button the silver mask folded away revealing his human face. “You’re no fun, you know that” Checking her compact mirror Peggy Carter moved a wisp of her curling brown hair back under the large pin she was trying to use to keep it all in place. Puckering her lips, the rose red lipstick she had applied still seemed to all be in place since she checked it two minutes earlier. “You look great, stop fussing” “I’m not fussing Maria” “Really Peggy, how often do you normally check your makeup at work?” Maria hill asked raising an eyebrow. “I don’t really check it at work” “Exactly, you will be fine” “Sorry, im not great at these kind of events” she conceded snapping the mirror shut. “Although im happy we got to wear our usual uniforms, instead of having to find something fancy to wear.” Carter replied, smoothing a crease in her dull green pencil skirt. “With you on that” Maria agreed, sipping from a small flask of some strong-smelling alcohol, offering it to Peggy she got a shake of the head, screwing the cap back on they stepped out of the car which had just stopped outside the main gate. Standing, the pair of brunettes quickly made their way up the small path, past a number of perfectly trimmed hedges that appeared to be the faces of past presidents and ended in giant topiaries of Tony himself. A large gate was in front of them with a number of bounces checking peoples passes before they went in. “C’mon im Ant man” came an exclamation from the front of the line. “Im an avenger, you know, the people who save the world”. Overhearing this Carter couldn’t help but smile at the situation, knowing full well who it was. “Come on, im sure he will let us through” Carter added, directing Maria to skip the line. “What do you mean Im not on the list” The annoyed man continued. “Whats your name again?” “ughh” he sighed deeply. “Scott Lang” “Do you have any id” the large bouncer asked, his size even slightly intimidating to the pair of powerful women as they approached. “Do I look like I have pockets in this thing?” Antman said, gesturing all over the metallic suit he was wearing wildly” “Mam, Mam” he nodded to the two women as they strolled right past Scott, Carters heels clacking off the stone paving. “Wait Peggy, Maria, they know us” Scott said, pointing at the two of them, only for his view to be blocked by the broad shoulders of the man blocking him. “Im sorry Scott, I have no idea who you are”. Carter replied, her rose red lips curling into a smile. “What about your wife, what is her name?” The bouncer asked. “Oh no…shes…shes not my wife…we are just together, but like not just tonight, like together together” Scott began stumbling over his words, while Hope just raised her eyebrow and waited to see how far down he could dig this hole. It was looking good for him to beat his previous record. Inside the manor Carol Danvers had found herself at one of the many bars on the property, currently with her back to the room as she was trying to plan her next move. The amount of high-ranking military figures offering to buy her a drink was frankly uncomfortable. Especially considering she had served with some of these peoples parents. “Well if it isn’t my favourite human” A deep voice boomed loudly behind her as a heavy hand landed on Carols shoulder. Turning around she was met by the sight of a giant man in silver armour and a red cape, if she had been worried about standing out she didn’t need to have been. “Thor, how’s it going” Carol said, happy to have finally run into someone she knew. The small talk with these random people wasn’t getting any easier for her and she had made a mental note to make sure this was the last time she would turn up early to one of Tony’s parties. “Carol Danvers morning I would like you to meet Jane Foster” he said, stepping to the side and revealing an unhappy Jane who was currently stood with her arms crossed. “Favourite human?” “I…uh oh yeah… I meant second favourite” The God of Thunder said, looking slightly sheepish. “Hey, that hurts me too big guy”. “Ah Tony!” Thor said excitedly as the man of the hour strolled towards them, a hint of blue light escaping the folds of his freshly pressed suit. “Happy birthday” Thor said loudly, clapping Tony on the back. “Well, its nice to know where I stand in the order of things, and I was just thinking of getting a hedge of your head made.” he joked. “But make yourselves at home guys, me casa su casa”. “I thought Dr. Banner was the big guy?” Carol asked, still getting use to his nicknames for all of the team, part of her wondering what her’s might be. “Well, usually he is. But since he couldn’t make it, I think that makes Thor qualifies” “Hey Thor, where should we put this” A shout came from behind them. “Oh look, its Sif White and the 4 dwarves” Tony said sarcastically. “And they have brought me a giant dead thing, how thoughtful” he continued, moving one of the large legs the creature currently placed on a large metal trolly rolling up to him had. “Ah, you will love this Tony, its called a Margling and is a delicacy on Asgard.” Thor said slapping the thing, a loud squelching filled the room as a drop of whatever it was cooked in landed on Tony’s face. “Well, I will just have to trust you on that” he said taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping the sauce off his cheek. “why don’t you guys pick and area and make yourself at home….and take this thing with you.” “Carol, why don’t you join us. It would be nice to have some human company” Jane invited her along as the group set up in one of the corners of the large room. A number of beanbag chairs collected for the warriors as they marvelled at the seats, apparently fans of the comfortable chairs they had never seen before. Back at the front of the house a short while later a single headlight could be seen making its way down the long drive. The drum of the Harley Davidsons six cylinder engine filling the estates grounds that had largely gone quiet now. Sweeping up the driveway she pulled to a sudden stop at the front gate, pulling off her helmet she let her red hair fall to her shoulder. Kicking the stand down she swung her legs off and took a deep breath before starting the walk up to the main doors. The sound of music and laughter emanating out of the large building. She was trained to be able to play and role that she was required to by her job, but tonight she was just supposed to be herself, and that was a far more difficult assignment. “Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir” she greeted the number of important looking people that all stopped to say hi. Many of them she had worked with before, but some she couldn’t remember, although given the Avengers activities it was likely most people on earth or at least America knew of her. Looking through the glass door she was hurriedly walking towards she spotted a standard issue green dress moving through the crowd, a dress which could only belong to one person. Approaching it she was happy to see that she was right. “Agent Carter” Natasha said, nodding her greeting. “Agent Romanov” she responded. “Can’t you two relax for one night?” Maria asked the pair of them as they still stood almost to attention, their posture rigid and practised. “Here” she said grabbing a pair of champagne flutes off a passing waiter and handing them each one. “Thank you Agent Hill”. “On second thoughts” she said grabbing 2 glasses and handed another one to each of the women before grabbing two for herself. “Were gonna need these…. or at least I am” she said necking back one of the surprisingly large flutes in one go. A loud cheer from Across the room got their attention as Carol Danvers raised her glass triumphantly, upturning it on her head, a few drops rolling down her face. Laughing heartily she felt her muscles twitch slightly inside her, the last few tankards of Asgardian ale making themselves known. But crossing one leg over the other she tried to put the thought to the back of her mind. For the first time in a long time, she was having fun. “Another leg?” Thor said offering her some more of the large beast In front of them. Over the last hour they had been making their way through it, but it seemed they had barely made a dent on it. “Why not” she replied as Sif refilled Carol’s and her own glass yet again. “What about you Jane, sure you don’t…..Jane?” Thor said, turning to see an empty seat next to him. Jane herself had left some time between the six and seventh tankards of ale, she had hoped that Carol would have been someone she could chat too, but she soon realised that Carol had far more in common with Thor than her. Trained as an Alien assassin, Jane thought to herself and starting to wonder if there were any Humans in this place that hadn’t been abducted by aliens or given super powers by mysterious sources. “You doing alright?” someone to her left asked. “Oh hi Wanda, yeah you know, just feeling a bit left out of the super heroes club at the moment.” She half joked. “What are you on about, you are probably the smartest person here…..except maybe Tony where ever he is.” “Thanks, but when I start a story about Quantum mechanics you can hear peoples brains turning off. its just a bit hard to compete with the stories you guys have. Kind of makes me feel like a third wheel even in my own relationship” she joked, pointing over towards Thor and Carol having a great time. “haha, you should try talking to Clint” Wanda Joked. “But if you want, I’ve had enough of these generals staring at my chest, so how about we grab a bottle and find somewhere to talk?” she said in her thick Eastern European accent. “Uhhh, that sounds great” Jane sighed. “But I mean, you know you are still an avenger.” “I promise, no hero talk.” “Well in that case, You have a deal” Although despite the promise of no hero talk, Jane watched as a ray of scarlet energy left the red haired woman, snaking under the bar it pulled a large bottle of champagne into her hand. Walking away quickly, the unlikely pair tried to find somewhere a little quieter to relax. “So what do you do for fun when you are not out saving the universe?” “I’ve recently picked up Archery” “What with Clint?” “Yeah, couldn’t ask for a better teacher” “Wait, are you and he…..” Jane asked. “What no” Wanda laughed. “He has a family, kids” “Really, when did that happen?” Jane asked, clearly surprised by that revelation. “A while ago really, like before the Avengers I think. He has teenagers now, I think his son has a crush on me” she laughed. “I didn’t know, although I rarely see him, or you for that matter” “Well no time like the present” Wanda said, grabbing a couple of glasses from a waiter, not wanting to swig from the bottle just yet. “Cheers” they said clinking their glasses together and walking towards the back of the property. “I want to introduce you to someone.” “How many times are you going to do this tonight Scott. You realise you don’t have to show off to me right, we’re together now. Hope asked as she was dragged across the room yet again. “Hey Thor, how’s it going?” “Peter Parker!, wow you have grown up so much since I last saw you, although I thought you were taller last time” Thor said squinting slightly. “What, im not Peter?, and you shut it” He said to Hope who was now snickering beside him, unable to control her laughter. “Sure thing….Peter” she couldn’t help but shoot back. “No, its me…Ant man?” “Ah yes, now I remember. Antman how have you been friend?” “I’ve been good man, what about you, how is Asgard these days?” “Still a burning realm of fire and misery.” “Oh right….I heard about that….”. Well that was one way to put your foot in it. “You must be Jane, its nice to finally meet you.” He said trying to change the subject. Although all that that sentence seem to do was cause Thor’s four friends to spray their ale across each other. Sif wiping a spray of second hand ale from her face that had left her rather put out. “No, this is Sif. Warrior of Asgard and good friend of mine.” Thor said, putting a hand on the silver armoured woman to his left, clearly a little embarrassed by the confusion. “But its still nice to meet you” Sif added, back to enjoying Thor’s awkwardness. “Scott and lady friend of Scott, would you like to try an Asgardian delicacy?” he said trying to change the subject quickly. “Sure and she’s Wasp, or Hope whichever you want really” Scot said smiling widely, enjoying being included by the god of thunder. “What is it?” He asked, looking a little concerned by the orange coloured flesh he had been handed. “Its Margling, similar to what you call a buffalo, but bigger, and it doesn’t have fur, and it lives in the Ocean. Maybe its more like a… Ooh you must have loralells yes? “I…no, at least not that im aware of” Hope said, tentatively taking the piece of meat she was handed. “Oh, well its like one of those but bigger and with more legs” Thor said excitedly. “Tastes like chicken” Scott replied, taking a second bite of his. “So who do you actually know at this party?” Rocket asked loudly as they walked between the rows of people, their jaws falling open or spitting drinks as they saw the talking raccoon making small talk. “Umm, well I mean I know Tony.” Peter said. “Yeah, but where is he?” “I don’t know, there must be like a million people here” The starlord said spinning his head around. “How’s it going” Rocket said to an elderly man whose monocle seemed to pop off his face and into the glass of Champaign he was holding. “Hey Quill is that?” “And then I drop the tank in front of him and im like Boom, is that what yo…..” “Hey Rodey” Peter said loudly, causing a number of people to turn and stare at him while interrupting the story. Unperturbed he just waved across the room at the first person he had recognised. “You are the worst at this, im going to go and find something to drink” The blue skinned nebula said, clearly bored by the party and Quills antics. “There isn’t even a gladiator pit, I thought that’s what they did on this primitive planet”. She muttered to herself. “Yeah, im going to go take a look around” Rocket said, his eyes locking on a fountain that appeared to be full of flowing gold. “I must go too” Mantis said, no indication of awkwardness of the statement and clearly had no plans on elaborating. Walking off she moved her head around, clearly looking for something. “So now that its just the two of us…” Gamora said, leaning in closer to Quill. “I am GROOT”. “Can you beat it” Quill said, annoyed by all of his friends reluctance to have fun. “I am GROOT” the walking tree seem to say sadly as he walked away, following slowly behind Rocket. “Where were we” Quill said, leaning back in for a kiss. “Are you ok Carol?” Sif asked, noticing an uneasy look on her face. Yeah totally, she said. She could feel her stomach starting to churn inside her. Pressing her lips together she stifled a quiet moan as the discomfort inside her increased for a moment. But she was fine, or at least that was what she kept telling herself. For the next ten minutes she continued to battle the increasing discomfort inside her stomach. Feeling a particularly strong wave of pressure Carrols eyes went wide for a moment, a strange gurgling noise originating from her stomach. “Oooh”, she said, rubbing her stomach with a pained expression across her face. “Hahaha, yes the Margling can have that affect” Thor said raising his tankard in her direction. The sudden attention and awareness of her situation making Carol blush deeply. “Im…sorry what?” She asked, a bead of sweat gathering on her temple as the discomfort inside her seemed to double in an instant. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this bad. “Margling” he repeated, pointing with his cup at the large feast the two of them had been eating. “It’s a delicacy in Asgard, saved for only the finest grand banquets” he said waving his tankard slightly drunkenly in the air as he fondly reminisced about his home, forgetting she had been there when he had talked about it with their friends that had come and gone.“And some times quite essential.” He added before he and the others burst out laughing heartily, Carol awkwardly sitting there as she clenched her muscles, clearly out of the loop on something. Thor seemed to see the confused and worried look on her face. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. We just use it to clear out ourselves when we have over indulged he said patting his stomach. You don’t stay in this shape after a four-day feast without it. Just look at poor Volstagg” he joked. The others bursting out into raucous laughter again and pouring yet another round of drinks. “Yeah im fine…” She said, forcing a smile across her face as the discomfort in her stomach continued. She was fine, she could handle this. Just a bit of discomfort, nothing she wasn’t use too. But another louder gurgling noise made her quickly rethink that. “Im, im going to go say hi to Tony” she lied, the pressure inside her rapidly rising as the Margling and ale took effect. Standing slowly, she ignored the concerned expressions from Sif and the others as she forced another smile, leaving the group and beginning to walk slowly through the room. She was doing her best to act normal even as she felt the sweat gather on her brow, a hand clutching her stomach as it churned. The loss of support from sitting clearly expediting whatever was going on inside her. Why did this party have to be so packed, Carol thought to herself. It was almost impossible to see the walls for the people, with no indication of where the bathrooms were, she was really starting to worry. Feeling her stomach do another backflip inside her she was forced to stop just a few feet from where she had started, her legs bowing as she clenched her muscles. Stumbling forwards through the crowd she was seriously starting to worry she wouldn’t make it. No that couldn’t happen she was Captain Marvel!. Looking up she thankfully saw Natasha Romanov standing in front of her. She had been here before, she must know! Rushing over to her the red head looked up. “Hi Carol, everything ok?” she said, concerned at the clearly uncomfortable woman who was typically the picture of poise. “Bathroom” Carol stuttered, unable to take part in any small talk. Her face burning up as she felt the shame overwhelm her. But right now that wasn’t the overwhelming force she was worried about. “I…uh yeah sure, its down there to the right” The black suited woman said, pointing down to the end of the room. “Thank you” Carol managed to mutter, before following the guidance she had been given. “What’s with the captain?” Natasha asked, walking up to Thor as he was chugging back another round with his friends. “Who Roger’s, I haven’t seen him”. “No….the other one, although I guess I should stop calling them that” Natasha conceded. “No idea, but come join us. Try some Margling, that funny little Ant guy and his girlfriend said it tasted like chicken”. “Uh sure”, she said grabbing one of its many large legs and tentatively taking a bite as Sif seemed to magically produce another tankard for her.” Across the hall Carol raced towards the bathroom, she could feel her control slipping as her tormented stomach seemed to take on a life of its own. A burning deep in her stomach causing her to gasp, but finally she spotted the ladies room Natasha had pointed out to her. Barging through the door her knees going weak she stumbled, almost crawling towards the single cubicle door. Her breathing heavy she outstretched a hand, opening the door as the heat inside her started to feel like there was a volcano waiting to erupt inside her suit. Slamming the door shut she reached for the zipper she grabbed it and pulled, but it didn’t move “No, no, no” she stammered, desperately fighting with the zipper to her suit. But it was already too late. In an instant she felt her stomach explode, groaning deeply she doubled over as a wet and warm sensation filled the rear of her suit blue suit. “No….she groaned again as her body begin voiding itself, the mass in her suit pushing its way down one of her tight legs. The skin hugging material doing nothing but making her situation that much worse. Her hand still on the zipper she felt it move and she rapidly pulled it down. The movement not helping with the mess which spilled out of her suit and onto the white tiles of the toilet floor. Finally free of her suit she sat on the toilet, her face still burning as she groaned in relief. It was at this moment she heard the door to the toilet open, the realisation of her rather public situation making her eyes go wide again, she couldn’t let anyone find her like this! Was it Natasha, has she come to check on her? Who ever it was, Carol was just happy that there was a full wall between the two of them and despite the state she was in, it seemed Tony had implemented enough fans that even she could barely smell anything. “Hello?” came a faint and unfamiliar voice on the other side of the door, the handle rattling once. Quick she had to think of something, how could she keep her dignity after this. Maybe she could clean herself up enough to get out without anyone noticing. Outside the cubicle Mantis was relieved to have found the right room. It had taken a few random doors but this definitely seemed like the place. But it seemed someone had beaten her too it. Standing patiently in line she pressed her legs together, having not used the bathroom before getting on the Quin Jet many hours ago she was starting to get desperate. While she may have peed in flight many times, she couldn’t bare the thought of doing anything more than that in such close proximity to her friends. Even just thinking about it made her shake her head. There she stood, patiently waiting for what felt like an eternity, the person in the cubicle clearly taking their time. She ranked them somewhere between Quin and Drax, although that was still a fairly big time gap. Her need had only grown in the time she had been waiting, yet she dare not try the door handle again. But feeling a pulse from her bladder that also demanded attention, she began to squirm where she stood. Her dark green suit rubbing noisily against itself, the anxiety of having to ask worsening her movements. But a few minutes later she didn’t have much of a choice, this was getting bad and she didn’t even know if there was anyone in there. Knocking the door she waited for a response, “Hello, is anyone in there?” she whispered into the door. “I…I’ll be out in a second” A voice answered, causing a smile to form on Mantis’s face. She was in the right place. Behind her the door opened, the blue skinned and metallic armed Nebula walking in behind her. “Hello” Mantis said, smiling sweetly. “Yeah whatever” Nebula answered dismissively, swigging from the bottle still in her hand. Infront of them the door to the bathroom slowly opened, revealing a slightly dishevelled Captain Marvel. Her usually flowing golden locks sticking to her clammy looking pale face as she all but rushed from the room. Going to push the door it opened outwards as she almost fell into none other than Pepper Potts. “Oh sorry Carol….. Are you ok?” the poised woman asked. “Yeah im fine” Carol lied, rushing off back into the party and hoping to hide her shame. Walking into the room Pepper almost lost it, her bladder had been demanding her attention for some time now. But as joint host and with Tony off somewhere doing something, she had been forced to do most of the meet and greeting. Pepper had meant to get to the restroom well before this point, but despite starting to walk here over an hour ago she seemed to be diverted to a new person every couple of steps. Right now she was in serious danger of losing control in the middle of the bathroom with the two … people, watching. Mantis had to force herself not to rush past Carol and into the cubicle, but now she had left she sighed and started to walk towards it. Only for her to be beaten to it by Mrs Potts. “Im sorry to do this to you, but this is my house and I really have to go” she said bluntly. “I’ll be quick, I promise.” She said closing the door in front of the now worried looking Mantis. Behind her Nebula was also feeling the impacts of not going on the Quin jet combined with the large quantity of alcohol she had consumed in the time she had been here. While much of her biology had been torn away and replaced, she cursed the fact her bladder had not been. She felt it quiver inside her, it was pathetic and it made her pathetic. Her biology was failing her as it always did, the sense of uselessness or the inevitability of it stoking her anger. Pepper kept to her word and soon the latch to the door clicked and she walked out looking much calmer than before. “Sorry about that” she said with a smile, quickly leaving the room to get back to the party before her absence was noticed. “Im going in next” Nebula said loudly, pushing Mantis out of the way. “But….” Mantis tried, but a scowl stopped her. “Or if you prefer I can pull those things off your head and feed them to Groot” Nebula said, leaning over Mantis and bearing her teeth, the anger at her own failings boiling over. Looking at the cowering woman she saw Mantis shudder and looking down it was clear her outburst had frightened the young alien. A rapidly forming puddle was spreading around the feet of Mantis as she stood their still cowering from Nebula. “Weak” she muttered before walking into the cubicle and closing the door before she followed the example of Mantis and made another mess on the floor. As that door closed the other opened as Hope now found herself watching an alien of some sort peeing itself in the bathroom. Something that did nothing for her own need. Still peeing Mantis could also feel her bowels loosening, the final intimidating jolt causing them to expel her load. Whimpering quietly to herself she felt the back of her green suit become heavy as she continued to pee. The only saving grace was the waterproof metallic green suit wouldn’t show too much evidence, although she was sure Nebula would bring it up at her expense at some time or another. Looking down at the mess she had made a tear ran down her face, but somehow she had gotten herself under control. “I…uh, Im sorry. Is someone in there?” Hope asked, not quite sure how to respond to the situation. “Its ok, its not your fault” Mantis said sniffing, the final drops falling into the small puddle she was stood in. “Oh no…” came a comment from someone behind them both, turning it revealed Daisy Johnson, otherwise known as Quake with one hand between her legs. “I didn’t think there would be a Que” she smiled, lifting one leg off the floor and bending it exaggeratedly, her long brown hair falling In front of her face. “Yeah sorry” Hope said, her own situation not much better. But this wasn’t the first time she had gone out in this suit and knew from experience it could take a while to take off. But feeling another grumble from her stomach she knew she couldn’t be kind to the stranger, even if she wanted too. There were too many people for Mantis, she was starting to feel overwhelmed and despite still needing to pee slightly she rushed out of the room. But as she rushed through the door she slammed into Gamora who herself had been heading in. Slamming into the muscular green skinned woman, Mantis fell backwards, landing with an awkward squishing noise as she felt the mess spread further around her clothes. “Sorry Mantis, are you ok” Gamora apologised, reaching out a hand “Yes, sorry” the pale alien said, taking her friends hand and then continuing on her rush as if nothing had happened. As Gamora walked into the room still a little confused by Mantis, she was met with the site of 2 people still waiting for the toilet, the girl in front of her clearly in some distress. “Oh god I hope they hurry up” daisy said aloud, her black suit rustling as she pee danced on the spot. “Are you ok?” Hope asked, the stall to the bathroom door opening as Nebula finally finished using it. “Nope, I got to friggin pee. I bet this guy like 10 bucks I could down a beer faster than him…I won, 3 to 2, no big deal, except now I really have to pee. So if you are not going in there, or even if you are is there any chance I get in their first?” “Oh, im sorry I need to go too.” Hope blushed. “But ill be supper quick” “Cool, is that like your thing, your power?” Daisy asked, now bobbing on the spot. “What no, look do you want me to go in or not?” “yep sorry your right” she said, the frequency of her bounces increasing. “Humans” Gamora scoffed, finding the open display of desperation amusing. “Sister” Nebula acknowledged her sister as she made her way out of the door, not even turning to look at her. Inside the cubicle and now out of site Hope began her own pee dance as she began to take off parts of the suit. Why couldn’t it have all just been one piece, it would have made it so much simpler. “Oh no,” Daisy paused for a moment as her bladder cramped inside her. The sudden pressure forcing her to remain still. There was nothing worse than alcohol desperation, It came on so strong and suddenly. Well, maybe stakeout desperation was worse, the slow build up with nothing but a bottle to pee in. The long drawn out discomfort that you knew you would have to deal with for hours upon hours of… “No, no, no, no” she said rapidly. “Oh shit!” A loud hissing noise filled the room as a burst of pee raced down her legs, rapidly expanding on the floor as Daisy wet herself. Staggering slightly streams of pee streaked down her black suit and splattered noisily on the white tiles. A faintly yellow puddle now spreading across them, the liquid rushing through the gaps between each tile. “Humans” Gamora laughed again, walking forwards to the cubicle since it seemed the young woman in front of her now longer had use of it. “Oh, think its funny do you” Daisy said, pee still streaming down her legs. A strange look on her face as she moved her hands in a circle before pointing them at Gamora “What are you….?” Gamora’s sentence was stopped as she felt a strange wave flow through her body. The ultrasonic blast that seemed to originate from the peeing woman causing her to clutch at herself. Within moments she felt her bowls loosen as the frequency of the wave apparently overcame her control and forced her to soil her suit. Grunting loudly she tried to wrestle back control, but it was no use. “How…How dare you” she grunted, the solid mass still working its way out of her. Her face flinching as her muscles gave way. “Not so funny now is it!” Daisy said, a smile on her face. “Im going to kill you!” Gamora roared loudly, still rooted to the spot and unable to control herself. “we’ll this has been real, but I’ve got somewhere to be” and with that Daisy ran out of the room, hoping to escape the large green woman still soiling herself. Running she winced at the wetness she felt from the pee collected in her shoes. Each step making a quiet squelching noise as she rushed through the house full of expensive looking things and powerful people she probably shouldn’t humiliate herself or Shield by letting them see she had peed herself. Unknown to both of them it appeared the ultrasonic blast had also had unintended consequences for someone else. Still wrestling with her suit the wave had penetrated through the door of the cubicle. Unaware of what was happening outside Hope doubled over as she too felt her stomach cramp. “No, no!” she shouted, grabbing at the crotch of her suit that she was still in the process of taking off. But it was no use, the sonic blast from Daisy caused her to create an unfortunate mess in her highly advanced super suit. She winced as the prim and proper woman began messing herself for the first time as an adult. However, that wasn’t the only problem, a spark suddenly came from the centre of her suit. Wincing from her discomfort Hope suddenly found herself shifting sizes as something went wrong with the electronics of her suit. Suddenly twice her size her giant hand smashed down on the toilet before she was suddenly just a few millimetres tall. Slapping the regulator she found she was unable to shift and quickly opening the device she could see that the ultrasonic blast had somehow disrupted and fried the sizing coils. “Fuck!” she swore loudly, although because of her size it was almost inaudible. Looking around she jumped through a gap near the hinge of the door, escaping through the open door as a wet Daisy made her escape too. What was she going to do? Would Scott be able to help, how would she even get his attention, and how would she explain the mess she had made in the suit. Buzzing through the crowd on her miniature wings she flew over Natasha who was heading for the ladies’ room. Natasha was swearing in her head as she made her way to the bathroom, something inside her just wasn’t sitting right. Ever since she had eaten that whatever it was Thor had brought, she had felt her stomach churning. Now combined with half a dozen tankards of Ale she was feeling queasy, bloated and desperate for a pee. She had sat there far too long, but when Thor is telling some amazing story from his younger days its just so hard to interrupt and leave. The other issue is, they tend to be long and half the time turn into a totally different story that is somehow even longer. Pressing her shapely and toned thighs together she pushed open the door. Walking in her foot made a quiet splashing noise as it made contact with a large puddle of urine. “What the” she said, shaking her foot. “Oh hi” she said slightly shocked at the sight of Gamora, an uneasy look on her face. It was hard to tell if she was blushing given her green skin, but if definitely seemed like it. “is there someone in there?” Natasha asked, forcing herself to stand still despite the urge to start pee dancing. “Uh yeah, there is some metallic woman in there” Gamora said as she stiffly walked out with a strange walking gate. Metallic woman? Natasha thought to herself, that didn’t really narrow it down too much. Walking over she banged on the door with a closed fist “Hello?” but got no answer. Now alone in the room she allowed herself to cross her legs as the pulses and pang’s from her bladder continued to get worse and worse. However, after what felt like only seconds, she heard the door behind her open and her legs swiftly uncrossed. “There you are Natasha, we were wondering where you had gotten too” Turning around Natasha could see Maria hill and Peggy Carter walking in. It seemed they had come together to the bathroom, something she could never do herself. Despite becoming more open over the last few years in large part thanks to Banner and Clint, she couldn’t help but still think of displaying a need to pee as a display of weakness. One she wouldn’t and didn’t want to share with anyone else. A moment later it seemed another unlikely pair was joining them as the two Asgardians Sif and Valkyrie joined the Que. “Are you guys all waiting?” Valkyrie asked, “Um yeah…” “Well I hope you are all fast pissers because I really have to go” Valkyrie added, laughing at the predicament the 5 women found themselves in, unknowing that there was no one in the stall. Great now there were four of them, Natasha thought as she tapped her foot on the floor, her desperation increasing but refusing to hold herself. “So is there only one bathroom for us in the whole house?” Maria asked, annoyed by the situation. She and Peggy had been drinking the night away and while neither was drunk, they had drunk their fair share of liquid. With Maria especially using it earlier as an escape from Peggy’s and Nat’s boyfriend questions. It was fun when they had done it to Steve, but now it was her turn she didn’t enjoy the tables being turned. She was sure she would find someone, but she wasn’t exactly free to date right now. “Yeah, this is the guest bathroom. I think everyone else at the party is using the one downstairs” Natasha replied, having asked Pepper about it just minutes before. For ten minutes the five women waited in various stages of desperation, or at least showing different levels of need. Valkyrie clearly didn’t care and was now openly holding herself while she chatted with a stiffly standing Sif. Her carefree nature clearly making Valkyrie not worry about causing a scene, but then again, they all knew why they were in here. Sif for her part was doing her best to talk to Valkyrie but she was starting to worry. Her slim left leg bent slightly as she bounced lightly on her right foot. Having spent much of the night drinking with Thor and the others Sif could feel her bladder pressing uncomfortably against her tight corset. The intense pressure of it only elevating her desperation and driving her mad. Occasionally she would bite her lip and nervously glance at the occupied stall, wishing for it to open soon and let the line move. In front of her Peggy Carter was in a similar state, her formal and professional demeanour somehow remaining despite an overwhelming need to pee. Under her long green dress her knees were knocking together as she fought the waves of desperation coming from her bladder. But she was secretly used to this feeling, often staying late in the office and delaying her bathroom visits as late as possible to get the work done. Although she was sure by this point she would ordinarily have gone, and the alcohol wasn’t helping her control either. Beside her Maria was stood slightly hunched, a hand firmly resting on her upper thigh. She too had experience of this sort of thing, with extensive military training often leaving her in a position where she had no choice but to hold it. Something she had in common with Natasha, although she could tell her read headed friend was struggling with something. Natasha’s face was starting to sweat, glistening in the bright lights of the bathroom. The last 10 minutes had seen her discomfort go through the roof as both her stomach and bladder battled it out to see which would cause her more pain. Whatever Thor had given her was clearly disagreeing with her, a not so faint nauseous feeling coming from the pit of her stomach. Her tight black body suit making her hot all over as the Margling started to take full effect. With small steps she walked over to the bathroom door again, hammering on it as hard as she dared, too much exertion was going to spell disaster for her. “How long are you going to be, there is a Que out here.” She shouted angrily, her husky voice cracking slightly. “Hello?” she waited a few more seconds for a response. Turning around she could see the concerned faces of Sif and Peggy looking back at her while Valkyrie seemed to be fairly calm despite her hand between her legs. “You know what, im coming in unless you say something”. Looking back the others shrugged, clearly no other ideas. Trying the door handle it was clearly locked, which left her no choice. Taking a step back she raised her right foot and firmly kicked the door which swung open. Inside it was empty, but to their horror it seemed something or someone had broken the toilet. The pipe into and out of the toilet was broken, with much of the bowl also cracked but still usable if the pipes and mechanism were repaired. “Oh for heavens sake” Peggy said in disbelief. “There has to be another toilet” Sif stammered, her bladder contracting heavily with the new realisation of the toilet being out of order.. “There is but the line looked massive when I went past about 20 minutes ago.” Carter replied, her composure breaking for a moment as she visible shook from desperation and a hand flew to her crotch. Closing her eyes she allowed herself to cross her legs. “So whats the plan” she asked calmly. “I….does anyone know how to fix this?” Valkyrie asked, but only got a series of shakes of the head. “Maybe Tony does?” Maria asked? “How long will that take?” Sif asked nervously “I don’t know, but I don’t see we have any other choice. If we can find him it should only be like 10 minutes.” Peggy answered. “I don’t know about you lot but I cant wait that long” Valkyrie laughed. “Im going to go find somewhere else to pee” she said. “I’m coming with you, Sif said following her friend, trying not to let the level of desperation show as she almost scurried along behind her. “Natasha, whats your plan?” Maria asked, turning back to the black suited assassin. Natasha had been quiet through the whole ordeal, the discovery of the broken toilet and effort of kicking in the door too much for her. The muscles in her legs started to quiver as she felt her control fading. A burst of pee hissed from her crotch as Natasha’s trained body betrayed her. The war she was fighting internally was finally over, despite her immense control she had lost. Although outwardly she simply seemed to bend slightly, a quiet and soft grunt escaping her. The first burst of warm pee contained within her skin tight latex suit. It had been her bladder which had failed first, another jet of pee escaping her trembling muscles. But now it was her stomach’s turn as similar to Carol earlier she too felt a wet mess escape her rear. Natasha grunted again as the volume of pee overwhelmed the suit and rivulets of it began escaping out of the bottom of her legs. Standing there she continued to fight for control, but it only seemed to force it out quicker. Thankfully her jet-black suit would hide the accident, but she couldn’t hide the shame she felt. Both sets of cheeks burning as she closed her eyes. Her pee still shooting down her left leg, an audible hiss filling the room as the tightly woven material of the suit only amplified the sound of her accident. A strange bulge starting to appear in the rear of her suit. “We need to find Stark” Carter said, with both her and Maria quickly leaving and hoping to last long enough to fix the toilet. Natasha hung her head, her body still emptying itself into the figure-hugging suit she was wearing. How could this have happened, she was a fearless assassin, and now she was wetting and messing herself like some incontinent baby. Sif and Valkyrie pushed their way through the party, leaving the main room the pair rounded the corner and emerged into a small courtyard. “Fuck it, this will do” Valkyrie said, starting to rummage around with her clothing. “What out here!” Sif asked, alarmed at the exposed nature of where she had been taken. Passers-by continued to walk past barely 50 meters away as her friend squatted in the small shrubbery, the large glass windows on the house also overlooking the position. She had thought that Valkyrie might have had another plan, maybe they were going to check out another toilet. But as if to answer her question a few moments later she watched as Valkyrie squatted and a loud forceful jet of piss shot out of her friend and onto the grass. “But I…But I…” Sif was torn between squatting like her friend, or trying to find an alternative. But after a few moments of standing still, her body decided for her. The crotch of her dark leggings glistened as she began to pee. Unable to stop it pee began to fall between her tightly clenched and toned thighs, glistening black material appearing all over her long legs as she began to wet herself. For more than a minutes both warrior women peed, the sheer volume of ale taking their toll on the two beauties. One now air drying after unashamedly baring her rear to squat freely, the other in sodden garments after being unable to make the same decision. Sif might have kept her modesty, but perhaps not her dignity. Her tall leather boots now overflowing with her own piss as she stood there, unable to believe what had just happened. “C'mon, c'mon, c'mon” a bouncing Maria hill begged as Tony finished up fixing the toilet a few minutes later. “You know, this isn’t quite how I planned spending my 50th birthday” He said, genuine annoyance in his voice as he knelt on his bathroom floor. “Yeah well that makes two of us” Peggy shot back, herself now lent to one side and a desperate look on her face. A clear red mark on her front tooth from where she had been biting at her lip in nervousness. “Now stop complaining and help” “Charming, but there we go ladies you should be good to…go. Can I go back to my party now?” He said, sliding the tool box into the corner and putting his suit jacket back on. “Oh thank you, you’re a life saver” Carter said “You know, that is kind of our day job too” he said sarcastically before leaving the two desperate women in the bathroom. Seizing on the opportunity Maria darted into the open stall, closing the door which had also been fixed. “No, Maria!” Carter shouted. “I’ll be quick” Maria shot back as she started to take her uniform off. “I am you superior officer, I order you to let me pee!” Carter shouted half seriously, banging on the toilet door. But it was no use, Maria was currently letting out her much-needed pee into the toilet. Sighing in relief she relished the feeling, her pee hitting the water in the toilet noisily beneath her. Carter now on her own was pacing the bathroom in small circles muttering to herself. She was beyond desperate and was just seconds away from wetting herself, but she couldn’t let that happen. She was a senior Shield Agent, not some Lilly liver'd school girl. But even as she heard the click of the lock turning in the bathroom stall she felt a powerful pulse race through her bladder, a sudden warm wetness spreading through her underwear. “Ohhhh” she said softly as her bladder started to empty itself, dark streaks appearing on her dull green dress as pee burst out of her. Her black heeled shoes instantly overfilled with pee as it raced down her stocking clad legs. “I hate you, you know that” she said looking up at Maria walking out of the cubicle, a shocked look on her face as she watched the intrepid Peggy Carter wet herself. “You tell anyone about this, your dead.” She said jokingly. Carol Marcus had been half way down the drive when she felt her stomach shift again, the uncomfortable urge and spasms making her grimace. “No, not again” she whimpered, a hand going to her rear as she turned around and started to power walk back towards the party. Barging through the toilet door several minutes later she ignored the large puddle of urine that a number of her friends had left, slamming the stall door closed she felt her bowels threatening to release again. But this time as she reached for the zipper it came down easy and she had made it. Sitting on the toilet she allowed her body to relax as her stomach continued to gurgle. She didn’t hear the door open again, but she could hear the voices on the others side of the cubicle wall. “Oh my god Jane, Im about to wet myself. Why did you make me wait so long?” Wanda asked, clearly slightly inebriated. “Me, I said we should go like 30 minutes ago.” “Yeah we’ll im going first” Wanda responded, clumsily walking into the closed and locked cubicle. Carol could see someone turning the handle, but she was in no position to hurry as her tired body continued to force whatever Thor had fed her plate after plate of, out of itself. “I think someone is in there” Jane said, pressing her legs together under the long blue dress she had grown accustom to wearing since being with Thor. Wanda was doing her best to control herself, but the pressure inside her abdomen was unrelenting. The leather corset may have made her feel sexier on any other day, but right now all she could feel was its squeezing effect on her bladder. The physical restraint pushing inwards against her bladder and more than doubling the pressure on her would be distended bladder. Between the two of them they had gone through two large champaign bottles, most of which was currently sitting inside her as she wiggled around the bathroom. Jane was more composed, her legs now tightly crossed she almost stared through the door, waiting to rush through it as soon as possible. She had grown accustom to drinking large quantities of Alcohol, but even so this was stretching her bladder and she felt unbearably full. “How long are you going to be!” Wanda said, banging on the door. “I’ll be out in a minute” Carol said back, her face blushing red as she sat on the toilet. “Jane I cant wait a minute” Wanda said, looking over at her sternly faced friend. “What do you mean?” Jane asked. “I mean, im starting to loose it now” Wanda said looking down her crotch, the black material showing no evidence of the leak she was looking for. Despite that she could feel a distinct warmth in her pants and soon another small leaked joined the previous one. Her muscles weakening and unable to hold back the flood any longer. “I….I cant” Wanda said as she quickly stooped and squatted, her trousers unable to be pulled out of the way because of her large red leather corset over the top. A loud and wet hiss filled the room again as a powerful and steady stream roared past Wanda’s tight trousers and onto the floor where it joined the other puddles still sitting there. The crotch of her tight trousers shinning brightly as the torrent of liquid sprayed through them. “Wanda…” Jane groaned, the sound of her friends relief splattering onto the tiles combined with the hiss just too much for her to bare. Her desperate bladder simply unable to hold it any longer a river of pee raced out of her and snaked its way down her bare legs. Pulling up the dress to avoid any damage she felt the warmth spread down her legs, glad she had left her uncomfortable shoes where the two of them had been sitting. Steams of piss rushed out of her and down both legs, running between her toes and continuing to spread out under her. Closing her eyes she felt her cheeks burn red, unable to control herself. This was humiliating, but the effects of the alcohol seemed to be dulling the true regret she would otherwise have. Opening them she felt herself run dry as her soaked underwear hung to her womanhood uncomfortably. Next to her Wanda was still peeing, her face similarly scarlet in colour, but after another 10 seconds she too finished. "We should...." Jane said indicating to the door. "Yeah" Wanda agreed, the two women hurrying out of the bathroom and glad that their clothing showed little evidence of their accidents. In the cubicle Carol was finally starting to feel better, and about 10 kilo’s lighter. The cramping from her stomach had stopped and her bladder was once again empty. “Ok, guys im almost done, I’ll be out in a second” Carol said, but got no response. “Guys?” Opening the door she stepped out, her foot landing into the massive puddle of piss which had been deposited onto the tiled floor by many of the Earths greatest Heroines. The end. commissioned by me written by @Markj9494
  9. DLFF333 2&3 Wetting while standing in the bathroom line of a girls' school View File 女子校トイレ前行列中おしっこ漏らし! (2&3) The bathroom line of a girls' school is always so huge! The school girls who endured the whole class had already queued up and totally packed the vicinity of the front of the bathroom. The girl from another class stood in front of me, and the two second-year students behind me were chatting happily. The line did not move at all. "It’s already impossible! I'm gonna leak!" The liquid dripped out bit by bit. My hands pressed against my crotch with my all-out effort. I hadn’t been caught out just yet – but as the water trickled down, we can all hear an increasingly audible noise… “Hey, let’s go to the bathroom upstairs.” The two second-year students left. I chuckled. My entire school life was destroyed from that moment. Submitter SunnyDay Submitted 10/20/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Skirt
  10. I know I already did a Street Fighter story, but when I saw the word "fighting" in the prompt, this immediately popped into my head. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Day 25: Fighting for the toilet Cammy + Juri (Street Fighter) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cammy White, codenamed Killer Bee, led a busy life. When the blonde beauty wasn’t undertaking top-secret missions for MI6, she was going up against the world’s greatest warriors in annual fighting tournaments. She was currently taking part in the latter, squaring off against the feral fighter known as Necali. The duel had been going on for some time, and both combatants were getting worn down. “Gotcha!” screeched Necali, launching himself at Cammy in a frenzy. She managed to dodge at the last second and flattened him with a punch to the jaw. “K.O!” announced the referee as Necali fell. “Too easy,” Cammy scoffed, dusting off her green leotard. Still, the fight had left her sore and sweaty. I need a shower, she thought. Then she felt a jolt run through her midsection. And I need a wee. Cammy headed towards the women’s locker room to take care of both her needs. But when she got there, a horrible sight met her eyes. A long line of female fighters snaked towards a single toilet stall. Cammy spotted Sakura, R. Mika and Chun-Li, plus several she didn’t recognize. All of the women had varying degrees of desperation on their faces, and a few were openly holding themselves. She heard a toilet flush, and a woman in green pants and a bikini top stepped out of the stall. “Ah, much better!” she sighed. She had barely exited when Sakura rushed in, slamming the door behind her. Cammy cringed as she heard the splashing noise of Sakura relieving herself. “What’s going on here?” Cammy asked the woman in green. “All the other toilets are out of service,” she replied. “You’re joking,” groaned Cammy. “Afraid not,” said the woman. “You’ll just have to wait.” Cammy crossed her legs and held herself as the line inched forward, the contents of her bladder begging to be released. “Aah!” came a cry from in front of her, making her jump. The speaker was R. Mika, a buxom blonde in a skimpy blue wrestling costume. “I can’t take this any more! I’m going to the men’s room!” She must be truly desperate, thought Cammy, watching her run out the door. She herself was in a similar situation, but found she just couldn’t bring herself to use the other bathroom. Instead, Cammy just waited, being tortured by the noises of relief from the other women. At long last, Chun-Li exited the stall, looking like she had just made it. Finally, Cammy was at the front of the line. Heart pounding and bladder throbbing in anticipation, she headed for the stall door. But before she could get there, Cammy felt someone shove up against her. “Excuse me,” said the newcomer. “Gotta go!” “Well, so do I!” snipped Cammy. “Why do you think I- Juri!” “It’s been a long time, kitten,” said Juri. Cammy’s long-time rival was wearing a skintight purple bodysuit, an eyepatch, and a look of intense desperation. “Now move aside; I’m about to piss myself here.” “No!” Cammy shouted. “I’m willing to wager I’m just as desperate as you are. Besides, I got here first. You’ll have to wait your turn.” “You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you?” Juri moaned. “Fine. Please let me!” “No,” said Cammy firmly. She reached for the door, but Juri shot out a hand to stop her. “I-I’ll fight you for it,” gasped Juri, dancing back and forth with a look of panic on her face. “Winner gets the toilet.” “Are you out of your mind?” asked Cammy. Once again she reached for the door, but this time Juri was more direct. She grabbed Cammy and threw her against the wall. The blonde winced as she felt the impact knock a few drops of pee out of her. “Come on, kitten,” Juri taunted, dropping into a fighting stance. “Let me have it!” “Fine!” growled Cammy. Her bladder had reached its limit, and if she had to fight Juri in order to empty it, then so be it. She lashed out with a roundhouse kick, knocking Juri into the stall door. “Now let me through!” Cammy ordered. “Never!” cried Juri. She jumped up and attacked with a jump kick, striking Cammy in the gut and causing even more urine to leak into her leotard. “Hey, that’s fighting dirty!” Cammy shouted. “Well, if that’s how you want to play…” She ducked under Juri’s next kick and retaliated with a punch aimed at her bulging bladder. Juri gasped in shock, and Cammy felt a sort of thrill in causing her rival to leak. Now we’re even, she thought. The two women stepped back, glaring at each other. Cammy was about to strike when she felt another spurt of pee escape, stronger than the ones that had come before. She looked down and saw a small trickle running down her leg. Juri laughed, but then a look of shock crossed her face and she shoved her hands between her legs. “Juri, truce,” Cammy begged. “I can’t fight any more; I’m about to wet myself!” “Same,” Juri admitted. “Truce accepted.” “What are we going to do?” moaned Cammy. “Only one option,” said Juri. “We use it together.” “No way!” Cammy protested. “How will we both fit?” “Look, it’s a squat toilet,” said Juri, opening the door. “You go on one end, I’ll go on the other.” “But I-” Cammy felt another leak and realized there was no other option. “Fine. Just don’t stare.” The two of them ran into the stall and squatted on opposite ends of the toilet. Her face red, Cammy pulled aside the crotch of her leotard. “Well, well,” Juri purred, her bodysuit completely removed, “looks like you’re a natural blonde.” “Juri, please,” Cammy huffed. She closed her eyes and relaxed her bladder. A torrent of pee gushed from between her legs, with such force that droplets sprayed her hands. It hit the porcelain with a hiss and a splash, a sound that was echoed as Juri also started peeing. As Cammy’s urine flowed out, a sense of glorious relief flowed through her. She couldn’t help but let out a little sigh of pleasure. The noises coming from Juri, on the other hand, were nothing short of orgasmic. “Haahh… so good,” she moaned, panting heavily. Cammy opened her eyes despite herself, and saw that Juri’s face was red and sweaty. “Sneaking a peak?” laughed Juri, still peeing like a waterfall. “I don’t blame you; I did too.” Embarrassed, Cammy turned away to finish her pee in peace. After what felt like an eternity, Cammy’s bladder was finally empty. The noises from Juri ceased as well. Both of them wiped, stood up, and got dressed. For a while, there was an awkward silence between them. Then Juri spoke up. “Thanks, kitten,” she said, sounding sincere. “You don’t know how badly I needed that.” “Actually, I think I do,” said Cammy. “That was a close call.” “Glad it worked out,” said Juri. “Hmph,” Cammy snorted. “Next time, I hope we won’t have to fight in order to relieve ourselves.” “Sure thing,” Juri agreed. “Besides, I’ll have plenty of chances to fight you in the tournament. And I’m going to win!” “Not on your life,” Cammy responded. The two glared at each other again, but a silent agreement passed between them: this time, they would save the fighting for the ring. ----------------------------------------
  11. This story (multi-part) is based on a roleplay I had over chat with “burstingboy”, who´s idea the whole scenario was. Will eventually contain pee desperation, poo desperation, peeing and wetting with minor sexual content. (this first small segment contains VERY minor poo desp) „Please hurry up i´ve been waiting soooo loooong!“ Kira said in a half-moaning and half-whining voice, knocking on the bathroom door with one hand while pressing the other onto her crotch. She blushed slightly as she bent forward slightly, pushing out her bottom as she wiggled in front of the locked toilet door. “I can´t wait any longer!” The girl behind her, Megan, added, herself standing one leg and angling the second against it, squirming on the spot. The two girls were at the front of a queue of 26 girls all waiting for a chance at the single ladies room, in various stages of discomfort and urgency. “I can´t believe how long the line for the toilet is!” Megan gasped, pushing a hand in front of her crotch as well in an exaggerated motion. Kira nodded and rolled her eyes, reaching forward to knock on the door again sharply as she saw two other girls walk by the queue quickly. “Is this the line for the ladies room? This is ridiculous!” the blonde said with an eyeroll, making a show of crossing her legs and wiggling her ass. “yeah…there is no way I can wait for it, it´d take forever to make it through…” the brunette agreed, swaying her hips and putting her legs close together knees bent slightly. Both looked away from the toilet with desperate grimaces as if in serious pain for a few moments before the blonde leaned over to the other girl and said loudly “lets find a bush we have to get back…” before they hurried off to a side. `I wish I could find a bush!´ Kira thought, still doing her badly designed pee dance in front of the toilet cursing her full bladder, looking longingly at the toilet door hoping against hope for it to open. “CUT!” a loud voice called, followed by a series of gasps and groans behind Kira. She immediately locked her knees and squirmed, closing her eyes at the relief actual pee dancing brought her, however fleeting. “This is ridiculous why do we have to actually needing the loo if they´re gonna tell us how to act anyway?” Megan complained, speed-walking on the spot. Behind her a girl was holding her stomach hunched over and looking down the line Kira couldn´t see a single girl standing still apart from 2 with legs crossed very tightly. “Its just us lucky ones at the front that get to talk…that’s why they pay us that extra buck remember?” she said to Megan. “Reset…one more people then we´ll have the scene” the director called, leading to a fresh series of groans from the queue. “Oh god here we go again” Kira muttered, stopping her dance and putting a hand over the crotch in a very obvious way totally unsuited to actually help her hold the lake of pee in her bladder. „Please hurry up i´ve been waiting soooo loooong!“
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  13. Chapter 1 Jess was a hot, mid twenties woman at a neighborhood party. Her huge boobs in that tight black top matched her tight jeans a she walked in those high heels. She went to the bathroom to freshen up halfway through the night after everyone already had plenty of drinks and danced in the house. No one was outside the bathroom yet to wait. So Jess took her time. She didn’t even need to pee. She saw a makeup kit on the shelf above the toilet and went to grab it. For some reason she had not been thinking and left the top of the toilet seat up, so she was balancing on the sides. As her legs wobbled, her boobs caused the weight of her body to unbalance as she tripped and her foot went straight into the toilet. “Shit that hurt!” She said. As she felt the pain ease in her ankle she looked down and said, “oh gross.” She tried to step out of the toilet but she did not. Her foot was stuck! “Crap!” The cold toilet water sent a chill up her spine and she shivered then after regaining focus heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Um...hello?” Someone on the other side said awkwardly. And in discomfort . “Um,” Jess said. “Just a minute.” Amanda was on the other side of the bathroom door in the hallway. As Jess unwillingly occupied it, Amanda stood there in her latex black tight short shorts that showed off her long white shiny legs. She wore flips flops, and a white hoodie sweater. Her brown hair tied up. She had a few glasses of wine tonight and was a bit upset she did drank that much in a full house with one bathroom. She looked worried as he fingers twiddled over each other and she gave a hop here and there to squirm the discomfort away. Not long after Chris showed up. A tan, in shape fellow with brown hair, glasses, fresh shaved face, and black t shirt and tight blue jeans. He was always a little awkward over his need for a bathroom. The fact he now had to wait behind a hot girl like Amanda only made him more shy. Erin had just had a great night dancing with her friends. She smiled as she went upstairs, each step another pulse to her well filled bladder. One of those hot brunettes with a perfect model body who held it until the last minute. Boy, would she regret it tonight. Her sparkling short black dress in high heel black boots made her a treasure for any mans eyes. “Ah shit!” She said. Seeing two people in front of her. She held the sides of her dress as she looked down at the door and asked if the person was going to be a while as she felt her panties in danger of being flooded and her facing huge embarrassment. Amanda knocked. “Um, you’ve been in there a while. Like five minutes. Something.” She was getting nervous. Nerves tensing up would not help her bladder hold. Her back foot kicked back and stood on the toes. Her exposed legs squeezed tight. In the bathroom, after numerous hard pulls off the wall Jess’s foot remained stuck in the toilet. Keeping a needed potty break from everyone on the other side of the door. “Almost done!” She said. Then something bad happened. She looked to the sink and saw the faucet had stated to drip....drip....drip.....“Oh, oh....”. That and the feeling of toilet water on her foot, and being so close yet so detailed form relief Jess felt the drinks in her bladder start to boil. She moaned as she grasped her crotch and grinder her teeth. TO BE CONTINUED....
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  15. **Hey guys! So I found out most of us like the line scenario the best. I’ve done one at a party, done one at a wedding, and did one in the college dorms bathrooms with girls waking up with full bladders recently. This one is from the private school I went to. Now this didn’t happen, it is fiction, but we had limited bathrooms in this place. For teachers it was worse. They HAD to use the single teacher’s room. Using student bathrooms was forbidden. And I had some VERY attractive teachers lol**** Ms. Channy was a pretty woman in her late-thirties. She had short brown hair which was very dark, and her legs and hips had some weight on them, but she had nice boobs as well. Tight pants looked amazing on her as she taught history to her students. That day she had tight white pants and a tight white t-shirt. On her feet she had open-toe shoes. Her class was right across the hall from Ms. Leathan. A hot, skinny blonde whose hair waved down past her shoulders and wore a tight gray skirt and high heels. Down the hall was Ms. Maclen. A mathematics teacher. Tall, and blonde hair tied in a pony tail which looked sexy with her white skin that had a slight tan that day. She wore a purple top and her long legs were covered with black nylons as she was in her skirt. Although a tall woman, she did not have the toughest bladder. She had waited so long some days since being hired at this school that she ALMOST wet herself. The same could be said for Channy and Leathan as well. As the bell approached, each teacher stared at the clock. They were not dying (yet) but after two classes, a few morning coffees going through them, knowing they could be at a bathroom soon made them a little more desperate. When the bell rang, each teacher held their doors opened. Teachers could not leave their doors until every kid had left. Maclen pressed her arms on her tummy as she tapped her foot while kids strolled out. Leathan maintained an appropriate composure. Channy got rid of her kids and headed out. There were two women teacher lavatories’ in the school. One was out of order on their end of the school due to plumbing problems. Channy speed-walked to the other end. Each step adding more pressure to her bladder. She breathed heavy as she got to the bathroom door, turned her faculty key, and unlocked it. The beautiful toilet gave her joy. “Um…excuse me?” said a voice from behind. It was one of the new teachers, Ms. Bagels. She learned uncomfortable and was hopping place. “I’m so sorry but I did not get to go before I left home this morning. Can I please go first?” Ms. Channy turned to face the toilet and frowned. She gulped. Squeezed her cheeks and legs in those tight white pants. “Sure, go ahead.” Bagels ran in. Not long after, Leathan and Maclen got to the bathroom. As they saw Ms. Channy obviously uncomfortable, with her legs crossed as she had her hands in her pockets and leaned against the wall, they got behind her. Channy, Leathan, Maclen. Giving a squirm here and there as they waited in line. Five minute went by. Ms. Maclen and Leathan were hopping a little to deal with their growing discomfort from their full bladders, but Ms. Channy knocked on the door. “Um, excuse me!” she said. She was grumpy at this point feeling a hot, bulging pressure push on her lower belly. “Are you almost done? There’s a line out there and the bell is gonna-.” DING DING DING! The bell signaled the break between classes over and the teachers had to go back. They looked at each other, knowing they would be very desperate by the time next class ended. But there was no choice they headed back. In their class, Maclen opened her math book and froze at the sight of the story used for the equation. It was water-themed, talking about liters in a pool. As she always did, she read the math out to her kids who giggled noticing their teacher’s discomfort. “So Sarah pppoured watter into the pool, three times and-.” Her eyes widened as a jolt struck inside of her. Ms. Leathan was reading outloud to her students of a story about an old fart traveling the sea. The watery descriptions cause spasms of discomfort, bladder-filling pain into her lower body. Ms. Channy’s class was taking a test for this hour. Usually she would walk around the class to make sure no one is cheating, but everyone noticed her standing against the board, legs crossed, one foot tipped on it’s toes, and her hands pressed on her lower belly massaging it. “Um, Ms. Channy, you okay?” a male student asked, clearly horny. “Um…yyes Bbbilly. Let’s just continue.” Billy smiled and took out his water bottle. Shaking it slowly back and forth which caused agony for Channy. The next hour went by so slow. When the bell rang, she almost lost it in her bladder. “Gonna freaking pee my pants in front of all the students,” she whispered to herself. She headed off to the other side of the school. She saw the bathroom door and what was at it as well…she almost dropped down and cried. She said in her head, Noooooooo! TO BE CONTINUED….
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