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A beautiful African teenage girl wearing an overalls, holding pee the full bladder at afternoon and this is not a gas station but it’s gone and it’s been doing it for the last few hours and it was just the way to go to the bathroom

A Beautiful African Teenage Princess Girl holding pee urge and barefoot holding the dress wetting she cried like a girl dress up on her pissing control

A beautiful African girl not holding peeing on the floor but it looks like upset while she cried so she didn’t want to go to the bathroom but she was just saying to cry

An African adolescent girl who make a dress while her peeing herself to cry in her eyes, face and hair. When she getting wetting she will have to go to the bathroom again in this afternoon

Time to fulfill a sort-of request (as in "I'd really like to read an elaborate version of this story") on courtesy of @pguy69 who sent over a brief sightning originally posted elsewhere. The original post didn't feature much in the way of anything actually, but enough to set the scene for something bigger, so I went ahead and tacked on a possible continuation. Let's see if he'll like the way it turned out, and if not, maybe someone else will. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This took place during one night in August when me and a mate of mine, John, had been out on the tiles. We had been at a couple of pubs downing a few pints and were now heading for the taxi stand to get home. The plan was to split a cab to his place from where I could walk the few remaining blocks to my own flat. As it was around 1AM and many of the bars and pubs were about to close for the night, there were quite a lot of people around the taxi stand, all waiting for a free cab to take them home. As we approached the queue, John, always the sociable type in contrast to myself, recognized one of the girls standing in front of us and exchanged a few words in passing. It turned out they both lived in the same apartment block and were sort of acquainted with each other, although I don't think they ever hung out. I deduced from their smalltalk that her name was Sandra and that she had a boyfriend who was out of town this weekend, so she had spent the evening with one of her girlfriends, Veronica, standing by her side in front of us. John didn't seem to know her though. I took note of the girls's appearances as we waited; Sandra was blonde wearing a white top and black tight jeans and heels whereas her friend Veronica was brunette with her long hair cut in a fringe, wearing a maroon shirt and a pair of tight faded jeans tucked into a pair of black leather boots. I couldn't help but stealthily admire Veronica each time she turned her head enough for me to get a glimpse of her cute face peeking out from beneath her bangs. John kept going back and forth between Sandra in front of us and a couple of other girls by our side that he clearly was trying to charm. I on the other hand noticed something that steadily reeled in my attention as we waited; Veronica seemed unable to stand still in the queue, constantly tensing her legs against each other while subtly moving them back and forth. Occasionally she even crossed them for a few seconds before uncrossing them and resuming that subtle leg-clenching movements. Oh yes, just what this night needed - a pretty girl needing a toilet! And from where we were all standing, there were none to be found in the immediate vicinity. I knew that there was no public toilet available in or around the taxi office, and clearly Veronica knew this as well as I caught her looking around every now and then, sometimes craning her neck as if to try and spot something. Now, of course she could just be tired from standing, impatient from waiting or simply cold, although that last one seemed improbable as it was still summer. Still, I was itching to find out whether or not I was actually witnessing some bona fide desperation taking place in a crowded place with no chance to immediately get to a toilet. The minutes ticked by as the queue crept forward, sending yet another bunch of people off in the next freed up cab. John kept socializing with the people next to us, but I was only zoned in on Veronica, not wanting to miss out on even the slightest opportunity to gauge her possible desperation as she continued looking around with a worried look on her face, all the while pinching her legs together. Those tight jeans didn't do anything to conceal her leg movements, quite the opposite, as they followed her soft curves perfectly before disappearing down inside her black leather boots. ------ Then, after maybe 10 or so minutes of waiting, she whispered something to Sandra. I pricked up my ears and tried to pick out even the slightest of key words from their exchange. For the most part I couldn't make out anything discernible, but what little I did catch confirmed my suspision (and hope!): "Toilet", "really need to", "maybe still open". That was enough for my heart to step on the gas, but no sooner had they ceased talking than it sank, because then Veronica set off in the direction to the pub closest to the taxi stand, just down the street, maybe 50 or so meters away. I locked my faraway vision onto her as she scurried away with quick steps towards the pub, outside of which a few party-goers still hung around together with a couple of security guards. It was already past 1AM and the pub was obviously closed, but I figured she would simply ask them to be let in to use the toilet. I saw her talking to one of the guards standing with her arms crossed with her legs together, but to my amazement, the guard shook his head. Veronica seemed to argue her case as she remained standing in front of him by the closed pub door, but after some back and forth she reluctantly accepted defeat and stepped away, looking around for a brief moment. Then she set off further down the street and around a corner where I knew there were at least a couple of other bars along the street. I didn't know whether or not they would still be open though, but I was certainly hoping for them not to be. Still, I prepared for the disappointment of her finding relief which seemed to be the most likely outcome of her detour. A couple of minutes later, still with the rest of us remaining at the same position in the taxi queue, I saw Veronica emerge from behind the corner of the street and heading back to the taxi stand to rejoin her friend. As she did, I was greeted with what may seem incredibly slight, but nonetheless sent my heart throbbing and totally dried out my mouth in excitement: Sandra whispered something to her to which Veronica shyly shook her head while looking really anxious, her eyes clearly showing signs of worry and helplessness. As she did, she also crossed her legs while biting her lip and looking around her, still with that worried look in her eyes. That brief series of gestures was the single cutest and sexiest thing I've witnessed in a long while, especially with that shy headshake and the helpless look in her soft big eyes. Even if I didn't hear a single word of their whispered exchange, there was no doubt that Veronica was reporting back her failed attempt to find a toilet which she obviously needed very much by now! We were now nearing the front, only one group of people to go before the two girls in front of me and John. Veronica was obviously distressed, constantly moving about where she stood with her arms still folded, occasionally crossing her legs ever so subtly while doing curtseys that made my head spin in arousal. It was so hot to watch her squirm around while trying not to as she nervously looked around for the toilet that wasn't there. I tried to act casual, as if the only thing I was interested in was to get into a taxi cab and go home, when in reality I was hoping for our remaining wait to last for as long as possible. Of course, us being almost in front by now, I knew that my bonus show for the night was about to end. Still, I fantisized about Veronica being trapped in a cab that was taking just a tad bit too long to reach her home and she would eventually have a big accident in the seat, totally soaking those sexy jeans of hers. It was a possibility, but all the same, I wouldn't be there to witness it for obvious reasons. ------ The people in front of the girls got into a cab which drove away, leaving the girls next. Then something absolutely amazing happened; John, ever the social hub of any situation, kept talking with Sandra as we waited, and suggested that the four of us shared a cab since both him and Sandra would get off at the same address. "Would that be alright with you, Gene? It'll be cheaper for all of us if we split the tab" Oh god, yes yes yes, you are a fucking hero! was what my mind screamed. "Sure, no problem", was what I actually said out loud, as casually as possible, doing everything in my might to hide the realization that I was going to spend the next half hour in a car together with a super cute girl absolutely desperate for a toilet. Let me repeat that: I was going to sit in a car together with that gorgeous girl with a fringe haircut, a sexy dark red shirt and even sexier jeans, desperately trying to hide her ever growing need for a toilet and with a small but steadily inreasing chance that she won't make it! Thank God for mates like John! "You are next to go", the taxi controller announced, "The car should arrive in a couple of minutes" Just then, Veronica suddenly curtseyed down with her legs pressed together, again looking anxiously around. She turned to Sandra with a slight panic in her eyes, whispering what sounded like: "I really really need to find somewhere! I'm not sure I can make it until we're back!" Sandra in turn looked concerned for her friend and started looking around, obviously preparing for leaving the queue and take her desperate friend with her to look for a public toilet. Oh no. Nononono, don't ruin this for me now! My heart beat faster from the newly occured tension and the looming disappointment. Please, Sandra, don't let her! Just then I noticed the cab approach, the very one reserved for us. "I think that's our car right there", I chirped in, not having said very much at all while waiting in the queue, but this was a crucial moment. I simply had to do something to get us all in and on our way before Veronica had a chance to slip away. "Go on, girls", John filled in as he claimed the front seat. Veronica was very hesitant to get in the car and Sandra clearly sympathized with her by now rather obvious need. I felt the opportunity of a lifetime slipping away between my fingers so I rolled the dice: "We'll be back in like 15 minutes or so", I added, trying to make it sound casual and totally just in passing as not to come off as suspiciously eager to get us all in the car. "More like 20 minutes", John inserted. Shut up! "But I bet this guy will take it as a challenge to get us home in 15, right?" he added, jovially nudging the driver. I cast a sidelong glance towards the girls, praying for the banter and commotion, however slight, to leave no wiggle room for Veronica to get a word in and slip away. Sandra whispered to Veronica who bit her lip and gave a slight nod before the two of them got in the backseat. "OK, let's go then!" Sandra said as she slid onto the middle seat with Veronica on her right and myself on her left. Score! Now, drive off before they change their minds. And do take your time, drive carefully and don't haste. We don't want the night to end in an accident, do we? Well, depends on what you mean by 'accident'... ------ The drive back to John's (and Sandra's) place would take about said 20 minutes, although I knew that would be under well-oiled circumstances. Add a bit of traffic and it would be more like half an hour. I knew what I feverishly hoped for as I sat there in the back seat, just one girl away from part two of the desperation show I've been granted for the night. The driver pulled away and turned onto the main street leading out of this part of town. I sat leaning my head onto my arm against the window, acting tired and disinterested in anything but getting there, which couldn't have been further from the truth. I cast stealthy glances over to my right, past Sandra who thankfully was preoccupied with her phone, and noticed Veronica sitting with her legs tightly crossed, looking out of the side window as we whizzed down the main street through the town. She couldn't keep still in her seat, constantly wiggling ever so slightly from side to side while tensing her crossed legs while sitting on her hands. Then I was greeted with yet another slice of poet's justice - red lights. Veronica looked ahead as we stopped, looking really worried and frustrated at the momentary delay. My heartrate increased slightly. The red light remained on unusually long despite there being almost no traffic passing by that particular junction. I noticed a few cars approaching from the right, knowing that the sensors would let them through once they reached the junction. I held my breath. Yellow. No! Not yet! Please let the cars by! And green. Damnit! We set off as the approaching cars were prompted to a halt. I just about caught Veronica sigh in relief at the cab resumed its speed, thankful that another minute or so was sliced off from her wait. Nonetheless, I had already started scanning through my mental map of the route for additional traffic lights, but you know how it is, the more familiar you are with a certain place, the more likely you are to forget all about such mundane landmarks as you've passed them hundreds of times. We spent another five minutes on the main street out of the downtown area, everything going frustratingly smooth at the moment. The cab turned onto the ringroad and sped up. Sandra and John chit-chatted about the evening but I obviously had more important issues to monitor. I kept casting glances at Veronica who by now was sitting with her legs uncrossed but held tightly together while squirming around on the seat, still sitting on her hands in a rather tensed up fashion. She sat looking forward in anticipation, occasionally turning her head which led to me quickly look away awkwardly. I'd have no problem with her suspecting I was interested in her, which in fact wouldn't have been too far from the truth anyway, but her suspecting that it was in fact her desperation that piqued my interest was beyond the pale. Not that I think that particular quirk would be within the realm of Veronica's imagination, because who would ever suspect anyone being interested in someone else needing the toilet? All the same, I made sure not to look her way whenever it seemed that she would notice. After a few minutes on the ringroad, we approached another big junction guided by traffic lights. I watched in utter satisfaction how the yellow light came on as the car in front of us slowed down. Again I cast a glance at Veronica who definitely didn't display anything close to satisfaction, instead tensing up and momentarily double-crossing her legs tight. The crossing traffic was a bit more substantial this time, prompting the red light to stay on for at least a couple of minutes. All the while I kept an eye on Veronica who started to rapidly bounce her legs up and down while biting her lip, looking very restless. I tried to get inside her head and estimate just how desperate she might have been. About half an hour prior, she had been desperate enough to leave the taxi queue in order to find somewhere to relieve herself, and with the filtering of the supposed few pints during the evening in mind, I extrapolated some intense urgency going on inside her abdomen by now. And then all the tiny obstacles delaying her on the way, and being trapped in a car with two unknown guys at that. My heart pounded with excitement from thinking about her ever growing distress and even possible fear of wetting her tight jeans from the beer-induced pressure in the backseat before we got back... Finally the lights turned green and the driver took off again. This time Veronica definitely let out an audible sigh of relief, landing her hands into her lap while stroking her thighs for a moment, never ceasing the clenching of her legs in the process. Sandra turned to her friend and asked if she was alright to which Veronica nodded with clear doubt in her eyes, all soft and round beneath her bangs. Her long hair framed her face beautifully, straggling down in front of her shoulders and tickling her bare neck, exposed by her wide unbuttoned shirt collar. Oh my God, how cute can a girl be? And those jeans! I couldn't help but imagining what it would look, sound and smell like if she suddenly couldn't hold it any longer. Hearing a faint hiss as her lap filled up with desperate urine, simultaneously spreading out underneath her and increasingly dripping from the edge of the seat as she sobbed her way through her embarrassing accident. I felt my chap almost going to town by the mere thought and had to keep very still in order to keep him out of town. Speaking of town, we were now picking up speed on the ringroad as we approached another part of the city. By this pace we would be home in maybe 10 or so minutes. With ramped-up excitement and, let's be honest, mounting disappointment, I kept looking over at Veronica who remained sitting with her palms stroking her thighs, almost as if she was considering shoving them into her crotch for additional holding support. I'm sure she was heavily battling the notion inside her mind by now. Sandra chirped in with some encouragement in passing: "We'll be there in about 10 minutes", she whispered. Veronica whispered back in a barely audible but very distressed and anxious manner, and I couldn't quite make out what she said. I sifted out words like "really bad", "emergency", "find somewhere" from the overall non-audible mumble. Let's just say that it was enough to ramp up my excitement even further. If Veronica was suggesting to her friend to "find somewhere" despite us being so close to home, just how desperate must she be? I prayed in silence that Sandra wouldn't take her up on that idea and stick to her assurance that her poor friend would be able to hold on for just a little bit longer. ------ And then - you totally are not going to believe this because these things only happen in fiction - roadworks. With a diversion. Oh. My. Lord. "Oh yeah," the driver commented, "I had forgot about this. There's a bit of a detour here around this part of town" Veronicas eyes widened in panic. "Might take another 10 or so minutes." OH. MY. LORD. And yes, there is a Lord, and he wants me to witness a beautiful girl wet herself in total despair! "Don't worry, I'll deduct the additional distance from the fee. Obviously, you shouldn't have to pay for unplanned detours." Money was probably the last thing on Veronica's mind right now though. As the driver turned the car onto a sideroad leading us through a residential area, she started to rapidly knock her knees together in frustration. She sat upright, craning her neck as if getting a better view out of the windshield would somehow improve her dire situation. She looked so helpless, so cute and helpless! I was so in love with her right then! I had no idea what route the driver would be forced to take but we were clearly not heading in the general direction towards our side of town at the moment. This was building up to the perfect situation. Please drag it out, driver! Please take the long way home! Please make her piss herself! I need that in my life! I sat resting my head in my left hand with my elbow against the doorpane, doing everything in my might to feign indifference towards the mounting tension inside the car. A couple of minutes into our detour, cruising past a posh neighbourhood consisting mainly of residential houses, Veronica showed no signs of calming down. I noticed her leaning slightly forward, almost as if she was about to finally say something out loud, which I'm sure she was absolutely dying to do by then. She twisted her body sligthly while squeezing one knee over the other as she raised herself off from the seat with her right hand. My mind was spinning, and I bet you anything that hers was as well. I wondered what options she was rallying in her head. Was she considering prompting a stop and then going behind a bush or something? To my delight, we were surrounded only by private properties, but then I wondered if she would actually stoop to ring the doorbell of a random house and ask to borrow their bathroom. It sounded crazy, especially regarding the time of day, but all the same she looked like someone who was seriously running out of dignified options. She sat in that half-forward position, still with her hand propping her up from the seat and with her tight-jeansed legs almost vibrating with desperation. I noticed we were about to exit the residential area, heading for a light industrial zone preceded by some woodland. Sandra was on the phone at the moment with what seemed to be her boyfriend. Meanwhile I watched Veronica carefully, praying that she wouldn't dare to speak up yet as we passed the forested area. As we entered the industrial zone, Sandra was about to wrap up her conversation on the phone, seemingly aware of her friend's growing predicament. As she put away her phone, she whispered something to Veronica who replied with a slight headshake, again with her beautifully helpless eyes peering at Sandra from underneath her cute bangs framing her very distressed face. I looked down on her sexy leather boots, noticing she was alternately crossing her feet over each other and I imagined her curling her toes in absolute desperation beneath the black leather. Sandra seemed to prepare for uttering something when John aptly threw in a passing comment: "Hah! Over there is where I had my first real jag!", he pointed towards some run-down building near the railway that went through this part of town. "Been a while indeed!" "Certainly", Sandra added, obviously not that interested in John's drunken history, "Now..." "Oh damnit!", the driver suddenly spouted as he slowed us down to a halt to the clanging noise of yet another gift from the gods. You better believe it - level crossing. I know, I couldn't fathom my unbelievable luck either. "Good thing the meter is charging by distance rather than time, right?" the driver continued, trying to light up the situation, blissfully oblivious to the fact that there might be much more pressing concerns than money floating around inside this car. And I literally mean both pressing and floating. Veronica responded to the railway stop with for the first time shoving a hand into her crotch before double-crossing her legs over it with a barely audible gasp. She looked absolutely devastated! And the barriers had just gone down, meaning we would be stuck there for several minutes! As we stood waiting for the train to pass, other cars joined us on both sides of the crossing, together with a group of people on the sidewalk. This meant that any potential privacy for Veronica to utilize was all but gone, in case she ever had the intention to dash from the car and pull down her tight jeans and relieve herself by the side of the street. Because by now she looked like she was approaching the level of desperation where that would have been a most plausible option. She sat with double-crossed legs, turning from side to side while looking helplessly around her out the car windows as we waited. It was at least five minutes of seemingly unnecessary waiting before the train finally arrived at the crossing, and even then slowly trudging along at snail's pace. Apparently a freight train, and a long one at that. Veronica did everything within her might not to disclose her utter desperation, but her attempts at concealing her holding attempts were rapidly fading away by now as we waited for the train to pass. Her squirming got more and more pronounced and she shifted her crossed legs one way to the other every 30 seconds or so. Sandra tried to console her poor friend, every now and then exchanging some whispering back-and-forth that I didn't catch. ------ Then finally, after yet another few minutes, the train had passed and the barriers started going up. As the driver set off, Sandra spoke up: "Excuse me, do you think we could stop by a petrol station on the way?", she enquired. My attention peaked. No! Say no! "Why's that?", the driver responded. "We could really use a bathroom back here. Do you mind?" Please say no, please say no, please say no! "We'll be there in about 10 minutes" I added in passing even though it was probably more like 15, trying not to come off as suspiciously eager to keep us from a bathroom on the way. "Surely you can wait until we're home, right?" John filled in, almost as if he was conciously backing up my statement. "I was counting on us being home by now," Sandra interjected, "but then that detour and all. Just a quick stop and then we'll be on our way, yes?" She did her best to put some authoritative weight behind her words. For all I could sense, she was in no need herself but rather trying to cover for her desperate friend. "Alright," the driver replied, "there is a petrol station along the ringroad. We will be arriving on it from the other direction now after the diversion. Just a quick stop though." Needless to say, I was frustrated beyond belief, feverishly hoping for a traffic jam, a flat tyre, the driver making a wrong turn, the police pulling us over, the station being closed, whatever would keep Veronica from getting to a toilet in time! But the gods were no longer watching out for my perverted interests, instead switching their attention to poor desperate Veronica who was only minutes away from finally getting her relief. Oh well, I guess it was just a bit too much to wish for. The cab exited the industrial area and turned onto the ringroad which would eventually lead us to John's place although from the opposite direction. Unfortunately (for me), it would also lead us directly towards the aforementioned petrol station in only a few minutes. This seemingly mundane piece of knowledge kept Veronica on the edge of the seat all the way, sliding back and forth while pinching her legs together. In my head I desperately grabbed hold of any tiny potential obstacle on the way, even the car in front of us that ever so slightly kept our speed down, but of course it didn't do anything in the way of delaying our arrival at the petrol station. Our driver turned onto the concourse in front of the store which - again unfortunately - was open. "Right, you go and do your business, but don't take too long!", the driver announced as he turned the enginge off. As Veronica fumbled open the door, I sat with pounding heart wondering whether or not I should join the girls. I watched Veronica climb out from the backseat and made a special note of scanning her perfect behind with that light denim stretching all over it. It would take but a mere single spurt to show through, not to mention what a full frontal flooding would do to those beautiful curves! I drove myself crazy with my fantasies, but realized they would remain just that - fantasies. Nonetheless, I could at least afford to watch the end of the show, but I had to act fast. "I'm gonna take the opportunity to get myself a drink while we're here anyway", I said, "Be right back." I hasted out of the car and walked towards the store building, catching up with the girls who were already on their way. Veronica walked with her arms tensed up down her sides and her fingers splaining in concentration as she took short, careful steps with her thighs moving back and forth over each other as she walked, almost as if she was walking a tightrope. Oh my God was she hot! I imagined her face at that moment, the desperation and anticipation in her eyes. Her boots clicked stressfully on the concrete, underlining how eager she was to finally get to that toilet before the floodgates opened. The three of us reached the door at the same time and Veronica took the lead with Sandra following her hurried trek well inside the store. "I'm just going to grab a drink, see you outside", I uttered in passing as the girls disappeared down the isle to the far end of the store and behind a corner to where the toilet was marked to be located. I grabbed a Red Bull and went to pay for it, not that I really needed the extra energy, having been sufficiently boosted by the desperate showcase that all the same had just reached an end. Oh well, I guess I'll have to fill in the final bit myself whenever I think back on this cab ride. ------ As I stood in front of the counter and swiped my card to pay for the Bull, I heard hurried footsteps emerge on my left before hearing Sandra's voice: "Excuse me, the toilet is out of order, you don't happen to have a staff toilet we could use?" b-bom b-bom b-bom b-bom "Oh, yeah, sorry about that. We do have one for the staff but I'm not allowed to let customers use it, I'm afraid." b-bom b-bom B-BOM B-BOM B-BOM "It's kind of an emergency, couldn't you make an exception now that the customer restroom is shut? Please?" Sandra argued. The young guy behind the counter shook his head in sympathy, "Sorry, I'd really like to help but I'm just not allowed." BOBOM BOBOM BOBOM BOBOM! My heart was running in circles inside my chest by now. Sandra turned to Veronica who stood all tensed up with her arms folded across her chest while pressing her legs together to the point of shaking, looking almost like she was about to cry. The two girls exchanged whispers I couldn't make out after which Veronica did a quick nervous shake of her head in obvious defeat. I had no idea how to react, or if I even should react. I stood near the counter by the door, waiting in anticipation for what would happen and what would be said, feeling my whole inside tensing up like a clockwork spring. Sandra then turned back to the guy behind the counter: "Look, I don't wish to cause you any trouble or anything, but it really is an emergency. She really needs a toilet." She needs a toilet, and if she doesn't get it, she's going to wet herself!!! "You couldn't check with the manager if it's alright to make an exception, could you? Please?" The guy hesitated for a moment. I held my breath. Then he replied "I'm alone here right now, I could've tried to call the station manager but it's half past one and he's definitely asleep by now. Really can't risk it, I'm sorry." Veronica bent down ever so slightly with one knee pressing over the other while her pleading desperate eyes almost teared up in horror. Oh dear Lord, she's so beatiful! She's so fucking beautiful right now! The most beautiful girl in the world standing in front of me, about to piss herself and not being allowed to use the toilet! There is a god, and he wants it to happen and he wants me to see it! Still, I had to at least try to act like a normal human being in spite of almost convulsing with excitement. "We are only a few minutes from where we're going", I said, again trying to sound as casual as possible, perhaps a bit too casual, "Let's go, surely you can wait until then?", I added, trying to look concerned for Veronica, but still hoping that she wouldn't be able to wait. I held open the door as if to urge the girls out of the store and back into the cab. "Ok, let's hurry. Come on, Veronica, it's not far.", Sandra said, dragging poor desperate and unrelieved Veronica with her past me holding the door. Veronica stumbled forward in small, small steps and I heard her faintly sobbing as she passed me by. I'm not a total jerk; I did feel genuinely sorry for her, imagining the immense pressure that only beer can bring building up inside her with nowhere to go but into her jeans in case she didn't find anywhere soon. ------ The three of us filed into the backseat, with me about to comment on the proceedings when Sandra sternly prompted the driver: "Let's get going immediately! They didn't have a working toilet and Veronica really needs to go. Please do hurry!" ...before she has an accident! I added in my head. I so wanted her to say it out loud. Not nearly as much though, as I wanted it to happen before we reached our destination, which more and more seemed like a real possibility by the minute. As the driver sped out of the concourse and back onto the ringroad, Veronica sat grinding herself back and forth on the seat, whimpering every now and then to no one in particular: "Please..... please hurry.... oh please.... I'm about to explode....". Now that the cat was out of the bag, she apparently didn't care as much about concealing her utter desperation in front of the rest of us. We approached yet another red light crossing just as it changed to yellow. You know exactly what I hoped for. "Don't stop, it's still not red, step on the gas!", John persuaded the driver as we approached the junction at speed. Shut up, John! I hate you! But of course, neither John nor the driver seemed particularily enthusiastic about the prospect of Veronica totally flooding herself in the backseat. I know, what's wrong with these guys anyway? Thus, we whizzed by the traffic lights just as they changed to red, shaving off yet another minute from Veronica's despair and adding to the possibility that she will make it after all. Damn and blast! We sped along the ringroad for another five minutes, all the while Veronica sat with her bum sliding up and down the backseat while she held onto the front seat backrest, her legs constantly rubbing against each other, her feet occasionally stomping on the floor, occasionally trampling on each other. She was almost crying by now, looking so very very afraid, almost like someone being held at gunpoint fearing for their life. She was constantly turning her pretty head looking all around her, now out of the side window, now at the driver, now at Sandra, now out through the windscreen, now even at me briefly, but never able to focus on anything. Finally we turned onto a sideroad leading us to John's and Sandra's neighbourhood. Only a few more streets. Sandra stroke her poor friend on the shoulder, trying to reassure her that they were almost there and that she would make it. Veronica looked back at Sandra with tears in her eyes running down her soft cheeks, her hair straggling down her wide open shirt collar and sticking to her bare neck now sweaty from her desperate struggle, whimpering in the cutest of voices: "...I can't wait... I really can't wait any longer! It's gonna happen... oh god, please no!!!" As if hit by the sheer weight of the significance of her newly uttered words, Veronica suddenly lent forward, grabbing the backrest like it was a branch from which she was hanging herself in order not to fall while her other hand shot to her crotch. "No.... oh no... nononono...!!!!" she gasped in total horror. "Please hurry!", Sandra implored the driver, "She's gonna have an accident! She's wetting herself!!" I almost fainted when Sandra said that. I had to sit absolutely rock still; the slightest touch of my chap and I would unload my built-up excitement all around my gentlemen's area. I looked over at Veronica who sat equally rock still for more or less the same reason, only her load would cause absolutely massive devastation by multiple magnitudes in comparison. I sat waiting for the hissing to commence from beneath her hand and the tightly stretched denim. The cab turned onto John's street. Just a few blocks left now. Veronica remained frozen in her forward, sniffling between breaths, all red in the face, looking straight ahead, visibly counting the seconds now. "Ah....haaaaaaah... hhaaAAAAAAAHH!!!! No - no - no - no....!!!!!" She panicked yet again, digging her hand even deeper into her crotch, if at all possible, while absolutely tying herself into a knot. I held my breath, still waiting for the hiss... "John, " Sandra then enquired, "Which floor do you live on?" "First floor. Why?" he replied. "Could she please use your bathroom? I live on the top floor and there's no way Veronica's going to make it up the stairs now!" Oh no, don't let her! "Sure thing, no problem at all." I HATE YOU, JOHN! I mean, obviously I don't, but at that very moment I honestly could have killed him. Why can't I have this? She's so close to the edge, just that one last push, please? Please? "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou, oh god, thank you!!!!" Veronica managed to gasp while rocking back and forth to hold back the massive ocean just a few more moments. She would still have to walk from the car to the building and climb a half level of stairs to John's front door though. It's not over until it's over. I also realized that if Veronica would try and make it up the stairs to Sandra's flat, I wouldn't be able to follow and behold the possible tsunami raining down her tight jeans anyway, not under any passable pretense at least. Tagging along to John's flat on the other hand was perfectly adequate. Still, I needed a good excuse and I whacked my brain in trying to come up with something. However all this would turn out, I sure as hell wasn't going to miss the finale! "I'll come along inside with you, John, if you don't mind." I dared interject just as the cab slowed down in front of the block, "I could really use a glass of water" "Alright, we can have that arranged, sir." he replied. Thanks for the ticket, mate! All that's lacking now are the fireworks. Or waterworks rather. Explosion nonetheless. Just as the car ground to a halt, Veronica immediately started fumbling for the opening handle for a couple of seconds before managing to swing open the door. She carefully turned rightward, never letting go of her hand from her crotch, preparing to raise herself up from the seat and onto the ground. I watched her light jeans stretching over her bottom as closely as I dared as she stumbled onto her feet outside the cab door. "I'll take care of the bill so that you can get inside right away, we'll sort the splitting out afterwards, okay?", Sandra meanwhile proclaimed, clearly doing everything to get her poor friend onto a toilet as soon as possible. I on the other hand, was desperately trying to figure out a way to do the exact opposite, but was fresh out of ideas of how to delay things further without showing my perverted deck of cards. "Come on then!" John said before walking briskly to the front door. He entered the door code to prepare for Veronica who was supporting herself on the open back door of the car, standing half-crouched with her legs double-crossed and her hand still in between them. She stood lightly bobbing up and down for a few seconds before stumbling her way towards the front door. Her steps were so tiny and desperate, her feet virtually never ceasing contact as she weaved them around each other treading forward, still in that half-bent over position. I walked beside her as if watching out for her in her desperate struggle, and part of me was honest-to-God doing so. Still, the remaining possibility to witness what could be a perfect accident kept me in a tight grip. "Almost there," I said to her in passing, "Are you alright?" She shook her head hopelessly as she stumbled forward, her boots stressfully tapping against the ground, tears streaking down her red face and her straggled hair dangling in front of her in tandem with her forward movements. As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, crossed her legs the other way and bent down while leaning onto the opened door. "Ah! Aaah! AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!" And I thought I was lucky being in a car with her. Now I was standing right beside her, taking in her ultra-tight jeans straining over her legs and bottom as she bent down, totally twisting her legs around each other. Please happen, oh God, please happen! It couldn't get any more perfect than this if it happened now! Seeing the uring forcing itself out through the light denim as she desperately tries to hold it back with her leg twisting and bending down! But it didn't happen. Somehow, she managed to retain her control, but it was as clear as day that her remaining seconds were counted. John, ALWAYS the gentleman, spared no time in rushing up the half-flight of stairs to his door, unlocking it for Veronica. Meanwhile, she flew up the stairs in one single sprint before halting again once having conquered them, leaning against the wall in that same bent-over leg-twisted position, only a couple of meters from John's now open front door. "...I can't.... it... too late.... oh no... it's coming.... it's gonna.... no.... please....no...." she panted, utterly devastated, tears beginning to overflow her eyes as she started to seriously cry in total defeat. "Come on! The toilet is right across my hallway, hurry!" John tried to encourage her. "No... oh no..... nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!" Veronica cried, slowly sinking down with her braided legs wrapped around each other, evermore increasing the pressure against each other and the strain of the light fabric as she bent them. Her face displayed the utmost horror. I watched. I listened. I waited. This is it. I'm finally going to get it! She is going to - "AAAAAH!!!!!" she screamed before freeing herself from her bent-over shackle, stumbling forward in the most desperate rush I'll probably ever witness. She ran with incredibly rapid tiny steps through John's front door and across his hallway, desperately scissoring her legs around each other while keeping one hand pressed into her crotch and the other stretched out for the toilet door. I watched her desperate rush from behind and sure enough - a dark pattern emerged on her bottom, creeping outwards along the cresases in the tightly stretched denim as well as up her buttcrack for the mere handful of seconds it took for her to reach the bathroom! She slammed the door shut and I heard some rustling before she let out an involuntary moan, faintly audible through the closed bathroom door together with a massive gusher hitting the water in the bowl. "Oh my, that was one desperate girl!" John commented, with me meekly nodding in agreement. I know I should be thankful for what I got, and I did indeed get a lot. Still, I couldn't help thinking about how wonderful it would have been to behold her losing it during those last few seconds, standing in the doorway halfway to the bathroom and totally drenching her tight jeans in such a desperate gushing flood while haplessly crying her eyes out in embarrassment and defeat. But I knew of course that it was only right that she was allowed to finally make it, even if barely. She was such a sweet girl after all, and didn't deserve to have a devastating accident among unknown guys, especially a closet perv like myself. "Go and get your water, you know where the glasses are." John continued, "I'm going outside to meet up with Sandra." And so I did, entering the kitchen next to the bathroom and poured myself some water. I definitely wasn't lying about needing it, with my mouth having all but totally dried out from the ever-mounting excitement I just had lived through. As I stood in the kitchen, I heard Veronica's hissing still going on on the other side of the wall, echoing inside the bathroom with the heavy splashing into the water underlining even further just how incredibly desperate she was. And it went on for at least a couple of minutes! I was totally overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions; arousal, sympathy, satisfaction, incredible disappointment, hollowness, embarrassment, fascination, and a very profound attraction towards this now very relieved girl, finally able to empty her massive reservoir under reasonably dignified circumstances. I wasn't exaggerating when I referred to her as the most beautiful girl in the world earlier; she was pretty to begin with, but somehow her dire emergency together with her shyness and ultimate realization just how much in danger she was of totally soak herself in front of us put her way up on a high pedestal in my twisted brain. Almost as if her at the last moment depriving me of watching her having that massive accident was somehow an avatar of a woman so beautiful and perfect you know she will always be beyond your reach. Meanwhile, as her massive gusher finally faded out, I remained in the kithcen, topping up myself with some much-needed water, trying to bring myself back to earth and into reality. Veronica remained in the bathroom for a while, probably sorting out what damage her clothes might have received as she obviously had started pissing before reaching the toilet... oh God, only thinking about her desperate sprint and the pee starting to come out into her tight jeans... if only the handle would have been stuck or come off or... no, buck up, bucko! She made it and that's a good thing! Imagine having to face her being totally hapless and devastated and crying her eyes out, this was all for the better! I convinced myself that it was worth having even a perfect accident snatched away from me to not have the night out partly in my company ending up being one of her worst memories ever. I'm sure it was embarrassing enough as it was. John and Sandra returned not long after, and eventually Veronica came out from the bathroom, looking relieved but very sheepish. I refrained from zoning in on her jeans, but I did catch a glimpse of a damp pattern around her crotch area, especially visible from the back. Sandra hugged her friend and asked if she was alright to which Veronica nodded before addressing John in unadulterated gratitude: "Thank you, thank you so much for letting me in here! I was so desperate, I would never have made it if you hadn't let me use your bathroom!" she owned up. Like there was any hesitation for anyone in her vicinity during those last critical moments. "Don't mention it, good thing you made it!" John casually replied, "Your friend here should think twice before opting for the top floor though. Next time I might not be at home!", he continued, teasingly nudging Sandra. "You're right", Sandra responded, "It was all my fault for living at the top! Anyone up for a nightcap?" she then enquired, now that the tension was gone. "I'm actually bone-tired, I was thinking of heading straight to bed now, if you don't mind" John replied. I would have been up for some further socializing but felt kinda awkward by the thought of hanging out alone with two girls I just had acquainted, so I decided to announce my leaving for the night. It turned out that Veronica lived just a few blocks away in my general direction, so it was only natural that I walked her home. We talked quite extensively along the way, now that she was back to normal after the ordeal, and she turned out to be a very nice girl indeed and I could sense that the feeling was mutual. Now, as much as I would have loved to watch her totally piss her tight jeans after her prolonged wait, what ensued was probably a way better outcome in the long run.

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So, my never-ceasing desire to harvest'n hoard whatever the female desperation trope can throw at me in terms of stories and accounts finally led me down the precarious path of bottery (I made that word up, and I didn't even use AI). Obviously, I'm late to the game as there have been numerous stories posted on this forum alone generated through the ChatGPT interface (and possibly others?), and I've gotta admit, I'm not that impressed. The nuances of authentic, meaningful text will in my opinion be one of the last frontiers to be conquered by even the cleverest of algorithms and I didn't have to venture far in my attempts with said bot in order for that to be painfully obvious. I don't see human creativity becoming superflous anytime soon unless we really lower our standards. That said, I did manage to squeeze out at least one more or less convincing story out of it though, and that's the one I'm here to share with you all. What I did was initially asking it to come up with the general premise of the story and then query it about each specific moment therein, and finally arranging it all in order to fit the storyline. I made a special point of feeding it as sparsely detailed queries as possible while obviously steering it in the 'right' direction. You'd be surprised to find how many of the suspiciously specific details herein were actually generated by the AI, seemingly independent of my input; that to me was the most impressive part. I also made a point of not adding any new content to the output when editing it all together, not even single words. There are some truncation of phrases though, since it tended to repeat itself as it ran out of things to say. All in all, it turned out not half-bad although it's still somewhat iffy and sorely lacking in detail in places, but I've read far worse post written by actual human beings, so count me fairly satisfied in the end. I'm probably not going to utilize it again anytime soon, but you've got to try everything at least once, right? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sarah's date distaster Sarah and Jack were both looking forward to their first date, they had met online and had hit it off right away. They had decided to go to the movies, Sarah was feeling a bit nervous but excited to finally meet Jack in person. She had spent some time picking her outfit. She had chosen a red suspender dress that she felt complemented her figure nicely. She paired it with a red and white gingham shirt, unbuttoned collar underneath, a pair of white tights and black heels. She wanted to look her best but also feel comfortable. Before the movie, Jack and Sarah met at a park near the theater. Jack was a bit nervous, but Sarah was visibly more nervous, but Jack did not notice it. They walked around the park, chatting and laughing. They talked about their favorite movies and TV shows, and Jack couldn't help but notice how beautiful Sarah looked in the warm afternoon light. They sat on a bench by a pond and Jack told her about his love for fishing and how peaceful it was to sit by the water and just relax. Sarah listened intently, thinking that Jack is such a nice guy and he is really making an effort to make her feel comfortable and have a good time. As they walked to the theater, Sarah was already feeling the urge to use the restroom. She had been holding it in for a while, but Sarah's urgency continued to increase. She was thinking about finding a restroom before the movie, but she was also worried about bringing it up to Jack and potentially ruining the date. She didn't want to seem desperate or rude, so she kept it to herself. As they walked towards the theater, Jack took Sarah's hand and she felt her heart skip a beat. They chatted and laughed as they walked, but Sarah's discomfort was growing with each step. She was trying to hold it in, but the thought of not finding a restroom before the movie was making her anxious. She tried to distract herself by chatting with Jack and focusing on the movie they were about to see, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Once they arrived at the theater, Sarah was relieved to find a restroom but the queue was too long. She didn't want to hold Jack up, so she decided to wait until after the movie. They bought their tickets and grabbed some snacks before heading into the theater. Sarah was really excited, but she was also getting more and more desperate for the bathroom. But she didn't want to ruin the moment by bringing it up, so she kept quiet and hoped she could hold it until the movie was over. As they settled into their seats, she realized that she needed to use the bathroom. But, she was too shy to say anything, and thought she could hold it until the movie was over. Sarah tried to focus on the movie and enjoy the moment, but her desperation for the bathroom was growing stronger. She kept shifting in her seat and crossing her legs tightly, trying to hold it in. She was also trying to make sure that Jack couldn't see how uncomfortable she was. As the movie played on, Sarah's desperation grew, but she tried to hide it, crossing her legs tightly and shifting in her seat. Sarah's mind started to wander and she couldn't focus on the plot. All she could think about was finding a bathroom. She kept looking around the theater, hoping to spot a sign for the bathroom, but she couldn't see one. At one point, Jack turned to her and asked if she was ok, but Sarah just smiled and said she was fine, not wanting to ruin the date by bringing up her bathroom issues. Jack noticed that she was a bit tense but didn't know what was the reason. As the movie came to an end, Sarah knew she was running out of time and was getting more and more panicked. She tried to hold on until the credits were over. She had to tell Jack what was going on but after the movie was finished, Sarah was still too shy to mention her need for the bathroom to Jack. They were still seated in the movie theater, and she was trying to hold it in as they waited for the other movie-goers to leave the theater. As they got up to leave, she was looking around for a toilet to sneak away but the bathroom inside the movie theater was closed, but there were no queues to the toilets in the lobby. She could have used the restroom at that moment, but she was too shy to mention it to Jack and didn't want to ruin the moment by bringing it up. She followed Jack out of the theater but her urgency was growing stronger, and it was getting harder for her to hold on. Sarah was still too shy to mention her need for the bathroom to Jack. She was trying to hold it in as they left the theater, but her desperation was growing. Jack suggested they grab a coffee at a nearby cafe and they quickly walked there. On their way to the cafe, she kept looking around for a toilet to sneak away. They passed a public restroom located in a park, but unfortunately, it was closed. Sarah saw it and felt a wave of disappointment, but didn't mention it to Jack. As they continued walking towards the cafe, Sarah kept looking around for a bathroom. Jack could see that Sarah was becoming more and more uncomfortable but didn't know the reason. Sarah was too shy to mention her need. They walked past a few more public restrooms on the way, but Sarah didn't want to raise Jack's suspicion, so she had to be subtle about it. As Sarah and Jack walked by a 7-11, Sarah noticed the store and was desperate to find a restroom. Her urgency was increasing with each step. She was looking around for a place to use the restroom, and when she spotted the 7-11 store, she felt a glimmer of hope. She was trying to find a way to bring it up to Jack without sounding too desperate, but her shyness made it difficult for her to speak up. As they passed by the store, Sarah tried to look inside, hoping to find a restroom sign. But as she peered inside, she noticed that the store didn't have a restroom sign and she felt disappointed and frustrated. Jack saw her disappointment and asked what was wrong, but she was too shy to tell him the truth. She just brushed it off and they continued on their way to the cafe. The incident at the 7-11 only added to her discomfort and urgency, making an accident more difficult to avoid. As they walked past a gas station, Sarah casually mentioned that she needed to buy something from the convenience store and asked Jack to wait for her outside while she went in. She walked into the store and quickly made her way to the restroom, but when she saw the "closed for repairs" sign, she felt her heart sink. She was getting more and more desperate, but didn't want to raise Jack's suspicion. Sarah then approached the attendant and asked if the restroom was available, the attendant replied that it was out of order. Sarah thanked the attendant and pretended to buy something and came out with a discouraged expression on her face, Jack didn't notice anything unusual. She was trying to think of a way to excuse herself to use the restroom, but with every closed or occupied bathroom they passed, her options were becoming limited. As they continued walking towards the cafe, they did not pass any other bathroom on their way. She couldn't find an opportunity to use the restroom before they reached the cafe. Sarah was getting more and more desperate, but still couldn't bring herself to mention it to Jack. She was trying to hold on as long as she could, but it was getting harder and harder. Her mind was racing and she didn't know what to do. She was too embarrassed to tell Jack what was happening and too desperate to hold on much longer. As Sarah and Jack approached the cafe, Sarah's urgency had reached its peak. She was trying to hold it in as much as possible, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she would no longer be able to do so. The thought of finally being able to use the restroom was overwhelming, she could feel the relief in her mind. She was trying to focus on the cafe, and when they finally reached it, she felt hopeful. When they reached the cafe, Sarah was visibly panicked. She was on the brink of tears and her desperation was at an all-time high. She saw the bathroom sign, but when she tried to go in, it was locked. She turned to Jack and said "It's locked, what am I going to do?" Jack could see that she was on the verge of tears and knew she needed to use the bathroom urgently. He finally became aware of her urgency at that moment and he could see how much discomfort and embarrassment she was going through. He tried to look for another solution, and immediately went to the staff and asked if there was another bathroom available or if they could open the locked restroom for Sarah's urgent need. The staff member apologized and informed him that the restroom was closed for cleaning. As they stood before the employee, Sarah was visibly panicked and her face was flushed. She was shifting her weight from one foot to another, crossing her legs tightly and trying to hide her discomfort. The employee could see that she was in a state of distress and Jack quickly explained the urgency of the situation and begged the employee to let Sarah use the restroom. But it was too late, Sarah's urgency had reached a critical point and she couldn't hold it any longer. As she desperately tried to hold it, the employee could see the wetness seeping through her dress and the puddle forming on the floor. The staff member offered to let Sarah use the employee restroom. Jack quickly thanked the staff member and led Sarah to the employee restroom as quickly as possible, as it was the only option available for her. Her steps were unsteady as her tights were wet and slippery, her dress was clinging to her legs. She ran off trying to reach the restroom, but it was too late, she had an accident right there in front of everyone. She was trying to hold on to her clothes, crossing her legs and trying to hide the wetness but she wet herself before reaching the restroom. The wetness was visibly noticeable and the odor was strong. The other customers present in the cafe noticed Sarah's wet clothes and the puddle forming on the floor, they noticed the smell and heard the commotion caused by Jack and the employee. Jack felt devastated and mortified for Sarah, and Sarah was too embarrassed to even look at him. She quickly rushed out of the cafe, not knowing what to do. Her first date ended in disaster and she didn't know if she would ever be able to face Jack again.

“Come on! It’s fine, this demon’s just a fucking building!” Frustration was seeping out of every word of Power’s, she had been jiggling the same door handle, for nearly five minutes. Kicking it, screaming at it, and using various found weapons from the trashed room, didn’t seem to help their situation. “We’ll be fine, they’ll find us, or we’ll find a way to kill the demon, let’s just...Take a second.” Though her words sounded calm, it was anything but the way Kenobi actually felt, her heart had been running a marathon in her chest for who knew how long, she just didn’t want Power to notice. They had been in the small bedroom off the side of the main apartment, for what felt like hours, even if it had only really been just one. The room had started off pristine, which was a rarity for them. Of course with Powers' little rampage that didn’t really stay the case for the bedroom for very long. Desk papers strewn about the room, furniture on it’s side, hell even one plate was broken in half, to useas a shiv in case of emergencies. Discarded now mostly due to how the door repaired itself if Power tried to chip through it with the cheap ceramic. Power herself, had her jacket around her elbows, and was trying to rip a drawer from the desk, though it didn’t seem to want to open, locked or jammed. Kenobi had been watching this whole display, her fingers digging into the flesh above her knees, her foot gently bouncing, trying to ignore her body's growing needs, in the hopes her companion ignored it too. “Why are you just...sitting there?!” The strawberry blonde’s brows were furrowed, Kenobi looking up to meet her eyes, and swiftly looking to the side, too embarrassed to admit...why she didn’t want to stand up, and jerk her body around. “I...just...it, why do you have to...break everything here?” As if to mask her nerves, and her bodies urdges, she moved to stand, crossing her arms, and looking at the floor, her knees pressing together as she stood. Her bladder felt like it was liable to start hurting, but...For now she was fine. “I don’t...know uh, how...how long we’ll be in here...you didn’t happen to notice some kind of...o-of bathroom did you?” In response she got a sideways look, the sarcasm in Power’s voice making the black haired girl nearly wince...She couldn’t be more uncomfortable is she tried. “You’d wanna pee with this fucking demon watching you?” Kenobi shook her head, a pink blush erupting across the bridge of her nose, highlighting her cheek as she scratched the back of her head, shifting from foot to foot, trying somehow to ignore the building urdge, that made her want to bounce like a kid who had to go. “W-What?! No...I just…was concerned is all, you’re fine too, right?” Kenobi instead sucked in a sharp breath, when the desk chair was lifted, bounced to check it’s weight, then thrown into the window, where it promptly threw the chair back against the opposite wall. Both the chair and the wall coming out of it unscathed, the window didn’t even have a scratch on it. The nail of the blonde woman tapped on her chin, as she stared at Kenobi. Who tried, and failed to keep eye contact with her, instead looking away, forcing her body to stop moving with the urge to pee. Power instead, moved her hand, and then pointed to the potted plant in the corner of the room. Within seconds that soft blush across Kenobi’s face had turned into a raging bonfire of red. “What?! You seriously...you’d!? In the...p-plant?!” Even the mention of actually getting to...relieve the knot of warmth in her lower abdomen, made the poor girl have to fight to not give herself away...Her body was begging her just to do it, but in a small space with another person here?! No way. “Yeah, I’d do it, fuck yeah I would, rather than piss myself like some weirdo little kid.” Power snorted, pacing in the middle of the room, scratching her cheek, seemingly, for now, she had run out of shit to throw at the walls. “J-Jesus… I don’t understand how you’re still able to surprise me with that sort of thing...” The blush on her face wouldn’t go away, even rubbing her face, subtly, while Power was distracted with thinking. The idea of going in the...plant, embarrassed her, only bringing more attention to the growing feeling in her bladder, the push, the need...the heat. Kenobi had to bite her lip as she moved to lean on the wall by the window, rubbing her arm as she tried to find a way to distract herself from her need. “Clearly the...throwing stuff route isn’t working...We need to kill this thing, or wait for our friends to...bunker down, make sure we don’t die, sleep in shifts if...i-if we have to.” Her speech lapsed as she felt a twinge, her thighs shifting together, she hoped to god Power hadn’t seen, she’d never hear the end of it. Power’s own body was starting to hate the way she ignored it’s needs, heat between her thighs, seeming to claw at her inner legs, making the girl groan, in half annoyance. Pushing her thighs together, and running a hand down the back of her left thigh, she hated the need to go, and hated even more so how...Intense holding it could feel sometimes. Her hand gently, absentmindedly traced a finger back up her thigh, as she tried to focus on the conversation at hand. “Mmm...So we’re screwed, is what you’re saying?” Power said, with another groan, not trying to hide her discomfort, she pushed a hand between her legs, bending forward just a bit, more annoyed with the body’s refusal to let it go. “What the...Wha-What are you doing?!” Kenobi’s own repression made her notice Power’s obvious display with a face that couldn’t grow anymore colorful. Power raised a brow, giving her a look, as she patted her lower stomach, her brows shooting up at how the twinges of need shot up her stomach, lighting up her spine with need, in an almost amusing way. “I have to pee Kenobi, you’re the one that brought it up, why so surprised that I have to?” To that Kenobi couldn’t respond, wishing she had the guts to hold herself too, instead she felt the near teasingly warm sensation of just barely...barely holding back her body from just letting it loose down her legs, the very idea making her jerk her head to the side to avoid looking at Power, as if she had been burned. “Just pee then! Get it over with so we can...fix this...situation.” Kenobi paused, glancing up, pushing a hand over her own mouth as she watched Power...move towards the potted plant. [KENOBI IS HAVING TROUBLE HOLDING IT IN AS POWER JUST PEES IN THE POTTED PLANT] Pulling her pants down, Power hooked her forefingers into the sides of her panties, pulling them down and practically flashing Kenobi, who couldn’t help herself. This girl was...just going!! To pee in front of her, and like some indecent pervert she could hardly look away. Power didn’t even have the decency to sit, leaning back over the pot, she moved her thighs apart, then...let herself pee. It started off slow, a little shy trickle, to make sure none of the urine got on her clothes, but it quickly picked up speed, the sound of hissing, the trickling noise between them in the once near silent bedroom caught Kenobi off guard. Her hand tensed, squeezing as she couldn’t look away, eyes traveling over soft pink-blushed flesh, spread apart to wet in the old dirt of this shitty apartment building. That wasn’t even the worst of it, Power had the audacity, the nerve...the spine shaking courage to groan in the pleasure of how it felt. “Ngh~! God that feels good, didn’t realize how long I was holding it in...Damn.” Kenobi pressed her hand closer to her own mouth, watching as the golden liquid dripped down the other girl’s thighs, the sound of it making her own body scream. Her knees were so tensely locked together, Kenobi was sure if she moved too quickly, she would pass out, collapse, and her body would give out on her. Without meaning to, her eyes squeezed shut, as if she didn’t trust her muscles not to give out on her if she moved. The idea of wetting herself was so humiliating, so near-vile, that she felt sick, though that pleasured groan kept playing in her head, over and over again. “Kenobi, what the hell’s gotten into you?” Power’s voice seemed distant and far away, as the dark-haired girl peeked open her eyes. Seeing Power’s stream start to end, and her pulling up her skirt. Kenobi groaned quietly, muffled into the palm of her hand. “I...I-I can’t, Power I can’t...help...” Kenobi’s voice surprised even herself, with the neediness dripping off of every word, her free hand, that had been resting ever so gently on the wall behind her, pressed down, between her legs, giving something for her thighs to press against, her flesh squishing softly, trying to keep her bladder from suddenly releasing all of its contents on the floor. “W-Woah what do you mean you can’t!? Kenobi, do you have to pee?! How long have you had to pee?!” Power’s voice raised an octave, or two, as Kenobi forced herself to look at her companion, whimpering as her vision blurred, the need to go was so bad, her body was doing anything now to fight it. “I-I thought...fuck....I thought we’d be out by now but I...I can’t and then you...I-I have to go so bad I can’t...P-Power I can’t take it anymore.” Kenobi felt her face burn hotter than any fire she had bared witness to. She could see Powe’s worry, concern, surprise, all of it was nearly too much for her. “Please...help me, g-get to the...pot, I can’t do it on my own, I can’t...” Power watched as Kenobi doubled over, seemingly unable to stop herself, looking up at Power, the black-haired girl seemed more than desperate, bladder shy up until the very moment of emergency. “Fuck! O...Okay I get it, I’ll help! Just, hold it okay, don’t pee on me, alright!?” Kenobi could only manage a pitiful whimper, a nod that hardly counted as one. Power approaching her, Kenobi, only letting out a soft, desperate whine. “Hurry...h-hurry.” Kenobi tried to edge forward, only to let out a pained cry under her breath, Power moving to brush the tendrils of hair from her face, groaning softly. “You dork...don’t ever wait this long again, no wonder it hurts! You’re lucky you have me with you, or you’d be screwed.” The strawberry blonde knelt, and easily picked up Kenobi, bridal style in her arms, the girl wincing, taking deep breaths to ignore the growing desperation in her body. Even Power could tell now, just by looking at her, this girl had been holding it for far too long, her shirt made a graceful bump over where her bladder was in her body. “I’m...sorry” Kenobi whispered, being set on the lip of the pot, she couldn’t even move to pull down her own clothes, Power moving to kneel in front of her without a second thought. “Shh dork, you go apologizing to me every time you messed up, I’d stop feeling all cool around you.” Kenobi only nodded to her friend's words, gripping her shoulders as she knelt, unclothing the lower half of Kenobi. “O-Oh god...oh….” Kenobi’s noises of relief, slightly mixed with pleasure sounded under her breath, her fingers gently digging into the cloth of Power’s button up, Kenobi’s head tilting back as she whimpered in relief, the sounds of her urine hitting the dirt between them, making it a little awkward for poor Kenobi, as Power simply chuckled under her breath.