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5 hours passed since i hit the bed. 0.5 litres of water drunk since the last pee. Already feeling a mild urge as the room temperature is chilling. Wishing to hold for the next day(a weekend) . And also maybe an outside holding it'll be... With asusual extreme power exchange elements like being denied to have a morning pee, told to hold for indefinite amount of time and being forced to drink whatever the Doms are telling me to do. For now, good night. Hope i keep my thighs tight for the rest of the night.

Today I went to the beach on a full bladder, and the bathroom was somehow locked. Instead of finding somewhere else to go though, I decided to hold it for the rest of the day. I subtly walked around dancing and fidgeting periodically, as well as going back up to the bathroom to pretend to be trying to open the door so I could "go" (as if this weren't intentional <_<), holding myself in my bikini, enjoying the awesome feeling of needing to pee. I held on even through a therapy appointment and ended up holding for about 8 hours. Honestly I could have done longer, but it was getting dark and my sphincters were starting to weaken. So when I was about ready to throw in the towel, I went to a private place and climaxed on my full bladder, and then went back to the locked bathroom door where I made sure no one was around before finally releasing an entire work-day's length of liquid. Easily one of the best holds I've had. I'm still so turned on by thinking about how long I put myself through that for and I long to experience it again! Hopefully it will be warm again soon and my sphincters can heal as fast as possible! With love, Kelsie xoxo ❤️

Hi everyone! I’ve always thought that a desperation story for Komi would fit well due to her shy personality and I think she is someone who would have a fair share of such experiences. This is my first fiction story, hence please be kind! I’m not sure whether anyone would read this story, but if this story is well-received, after the first arc is complete (i.e. the first day of school at Itan), I would like to develop this story into one where Tadano learns of Komi’s struggles with voicing her need to use the restroom on top of her existing struggles with communication and try to help her out. I’m also super open to other suggestions! It’ll also be quite a slow-burn story if you’d bear with me. Please also bear with me if some of the details such as dialogues that I may attempt to mirror aren’t super accurate, as I’ve watched the anime quite a while ago! ______________________________________ Context for non-Komi Can’t Communicate watchers: Komi Shouko (‘Komi’) is a female student who suffers from extreme social anxiety, but she really wants to make friends and form connections with her schoolmates. Komi is unable to talk at all and form sentences for most of the series, and instead communicates by writing on a notepad. Komi is also canonically extremely beautiful, which causes her to be treated very differently from others (people treat her as they do a goddess). However, she has grown up thinking that people treat her differently as they harboured dislike for her. Komi is also canonically very kind, innocent, and oftentimes oblivious to others’ intentions. Tadano Hitohito (‘Tadano’) is a male student who learns of Komi’s struggles and attempts to help her. He was unable to fit in with other students in his middle school and hence also looked forward to having a fresh start in a new school. He is also Komi’s main love interest in the series. The whole plot of the anime basically revolves around Komi, whom Tadano and a few other classmates try to help her make more friends, to fulfil her goal of making 100 friends. _____________________________________________ Chapter One When a person has extreme social anxiety, they struggle to communicate with others. Bear in mind, they only struggle to form connections. It doesn’t mean that they don’t want to. In the realm of teenage rites of passage, the first day of high school stands a formidable threshold. Itan Private High School was a new beginning for many of the students, those whom in particular were determined to have a reform of their previously not-so-ideal reputation back in middle school. Komi Shouko was one of them, and the day was not just the dawn of a new academic journey; but also a crucible where her crippling social anxiety would be put to the test. That day, Komi Shouko did not need an alarm clock to have waken her up. She had been up all night, tossing and turning, trying with all her might to sleep but failing miserably. Flashes of the many social interactions she would have drew into her mind, and she had been practicing how she would carry herself in every single one of them - for how would she know how to introduce herself to the class, or how to talk to her table partner? She prayed and hoped all night, that she would be able to utter even a word or two. As the rising sun cast its glowing rays in her room and the clock hit 6:30 am, Komi sluggishly, albeit still elegant and graceful, rose to prepare herself for school. She, more anxiously than usual, completed morning routine of brushing her teeth and showering, making sure she was fresh and presentable for her first day and to make a good first impression on her new schoolmates. She put on her undergarments, a matching pink set with embroidered kittens, and donned her school uniform which comprised of a navy blue blazer, a white buttoned-up blouse, a red ribbon at the collar, and a short red skirt for the very first time. Looking in the mirror and feeling a little self-conscious, she decided to also put on a pair of tights to cover up her bare thighs. ‘Much better,’ she thought, as she straightened her clothing one last time before grabbing her school briefcase and stepping out of her room for breakfast. “Shouko! Come, have breakfast! I made you rice balls and a coffee as you looked a little tired today. I bet you haven’t gotten much rest last night.” Komi’s mom, peppy and energetic as ever, voiced. Eternally grateful for her motherly instincts that always met her needs without having to voice them out, and just a little jealous of how she was able to so easily communicate, something she just could not do no matter how hard she tried. She drank up the coffee (even got seconds!) and ate the rice balls heartily, then put on her black dress shoes and left for school. With every step, her heart pumped faster and faster. She envisioned completely humiliating herself in front of everyone, and her fear of social interaction crashing into her in waves. Suddenly, a discomfort in her abdomen had distracted her from her thoughts. To her horror, she realised that she had completely forgotten to use the toilet while getting ready for lessons, and before leaving the house. Komi was faced with a huge dilemma - for if she turned back now to use the toilet at home, she would most definitely be late to class. A horrible impression on teachers and classmates alike! That was out of the question. But, she did really have to go. It was a sudden crash of desperation, a realisation that she had nine hour’s and two cups of diuretics’ worth of pee contained inside her then. While her bladder had been trained to hold for extended periods of time as she had always been too shy to ask to use the restroom, for it not only forced her to speak up in class to ask for permission, but also quite literally caused her to announce her need to pee to everyone in class. That was also out of the question. Not only that, she was also extremely pee-shy and couldn’t pee when others were in sight or within earshot; for it would be deathly if anyone knew that she was performing a bodily function. Fifteen minutes to reporting time. She knew of an alleyway that almost nobody ever used… she could pee there guilt-free since no one would have to clean her mess up, and no one was likely to see her. Gripping at the hem of her skirt, she had no idea what to do. This had never happened to her before, she had always made sure to use the restroom before she left the house and whenever she could, as well as monitor her liquid intake. The first-day jitters had brought her this inevitable fate. ‘I can’t risk having to go in class. I’ll just do it quick, and no one will know,’ she reasoned. Giving herself an encouraging ‘pomph!’, she slipped into the empty alleyway. Hands shaking, she placed her briefcase on the ground far away, far from possible range of her mess, and did a half-squat, resting her back against the wall. Trembling, she lifted her skirt ever-so-slightly with one hand and parted her underwear aside with the other. Seconds passed, then a minute. She couldn’t pee. She’d never done this - peeing in public. It’s no wonder she couldn’t force so much as a stream despite her aching and taut bladder when she could hardly do it in a public cubicle. “Shouko.. please. Just do it, no one’s watching you. Don’t let this mess up your first day,” she gave a rare whisper to herself, begging her bladder for release. Pushing with all her might, she finally felt her muscles relaxing to give way to the litres of urine thrashing against her urethra. Finally, a small stream of yellow pee shot out of her, and just as she was about to let go, she heard a voice approaching. “Hi, my name is Tadano Hitohito. An interesting fact about me is that I’m really good at reading the room. Okay, that should allow me to fit in well enough,” the approaching male voice resounded. Komi immediately pulled her underwear back while trying to stem her flow, resulting in a small wet spot in her underwear. She hid deeper in the alley and tried to wait for the voice to pass, desperately rubbing her thighs together. She couldn’t pee here anymore, not after almost getting caught! After three agonising minutes of bouncing and gripping the hem of her red skirt, when she was sure he would have passed, Komi then made her way to school while trying to keep her regular poised and stoic demeanour. There was no other choice; Komi would have to deal with her urgent pressing need in school.

[THIS STORY FEATURES EXTREME BLADDER CAPACITY AND TORTURE] 6:28 AM. It’s not like I had to be anywhere, so why was I up this early? It was my Bladder that woke me up. It was filled to what I could only assume was almost at its capacity. I had already been quite desperate going to bed, and not by choice. It had been just about 19 hours since I last visited to bathroom, and not by choice. yesterday, at work, it became increasingly busy around 11:30 AM. Coworkers piling work onto my desk, like I was sat there with nothing to do. I attempted going to the bathroom around 3, but there was just no way. I felt quite uncomfortable, so when my shift was finally over, I ran to catch the bus, hoping to be home as soon as possible so I could finally relieve myself. stepping through the door of our home, I scurried into the livingroom and shooting my parents a quick “Hi”, setting down my bag and taking of my shoes, to head to the bathroom quickly after. However, before I could, my dad asked “where are you going?”, myself shortly answering “bathroom. Haven’t gone in hours..”. Before he could say anything else, I reached for the handle of the bathroom door and pushed it down, only to realise the door wouldn’t budge. Being flooded by a mix of confusion and frustration, my dad called out for me to come back. Upon entering the room again, I realised that neither him and nor my mother looked particularly happy. “Sit down, we need to talk.” He said, in a rather Angry tone of voice this time. Intimidated by their expressions, I sat, realising once again how filled my bladder was. They explained that they were incredibly angry with me, for yet again leaving the bathroom in a complete chaos with my makeup and clothes, despite them having mentioned it several times. I felt bad, but my urge to pee was arguably the much bigger thing on my mind now. “Okay, I’m sorry, I really will think of it next time, alright?” ”No, it’s not alright. This time you’ll get the consequences. You will not be able to enter the Bathroom unless you have our permission, so we can unlock the door. That also goes for the Toilet, because you won’t be going anywhere near that either, and I don’t give a fuck if you are about to piss yourself. You’re old enough to hold your piss for a while.”

Heya! Just super excited to do a total power exchange dynamics online! So yesterday night I was talking with an online daddy dom, and it's total power exchange(tpe) dynamics I'm into. He started controlling my bladder since yesterday night....i was denied to do my night time piss.... it's next day afternoon...i don't remember when i last peed maybe more than 15 hours ago.... he made me drink only a glass though in the morning and obviously I'm still denied to pee. Infact he denied me to eat also. Poop also. Like a stuffed up doll, I'm here experiencing to be treated!!! According to him i can eat a very small meal in the entire day....i know that's abuse type, but i love such total denials. Being treated as a slave with no human right! Coming back to the point... He got offline saying me to continue holding everything till he wakes up(it's different time zone there..) but i'm in my little space(those of you who know the DDLG power dynamics probably know this term...) And I'm still in need of control... so posting it here... Hoping that you interested fellas will control me in the meantime. Update: there's total 1.4 litres of water pushed inside my body... and my pussy is hurting from the urge... but yes, i want you people to be sadistic also ... So yes, you can be as torturing as that of online dom... Ready to deny me from all my rights and making me a sealed up babydoll. I will try to hide all my sufferings in discreet way... even in public if you people wish to make me go out ... in a denied-to-pee condition!

View File EE-735 Women enjoying doing odd activities with a full bladder In terms of wetting's there is only one girl in part EE-735-05 who leads a man into the bathroom and then strips down to her underwear and dances infront of him before shooting a powerful stream through her panties. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 09/17/2023 Category JAV Collections  

I decided to make an omo fanfic of Endless Space in my spare time. And I'll make it your problem now. Feel free to send any feedback besides it being too long, because I know that it's too long. *click* This is Alina Kriska, an United Imperium citizen with the assigned job of a diplomat. It is the 22nd of August of 3023, and I'm on a mission that could change the course of the whole galaxy. With the deteriorating relationship between the Riftborn and The United Imperium, every nation is at risk of being consumed by Cravers, mindless insectoids that know nothing but to destroy, kill and plunder. I am currently inside an escort ship with a Riftborn taking me to the planet of Noma, inside a solar system in major risk of a Craver invasion, and am expected to land in 4 minutes. My duty is to deliver a marvellous gift from our Great Emperor to the local leader of the Palio solar system and negotiate their protection with us. The fate of millions of lives hinges on this mission and my success. Long live the Emperor. Long live the United Imperium. *click* μ: (without taking his eyes from the computer) Can your people really protect our system, though? Alina: What kind of question is that? Of course we can. We have the best fighters, pilots and leaders of the whole galaxy. μ: Not that I don't trust you, but can you remind me what happened to the Xyx solar system? Alina: Xyx was only taken because the Lumeris got greedy and tried to take spoils in the middle of the fighting. μ: (completing Alina's sentence) "the Lumeris got greedy and tried to take spoils in the middle of the battle." Yeah I've heard it before, although it's crazy how, in the census right after that battle, no Lumeris were recorded to die in war efforts. Alina: …Since when has your kind been capable of being a smartass? μ: Right after an Imperium diplomat that I am escorting pulled out a tape recorder in plain 4th millennium. Alina: I'll have you know this is a state of the art recorder. It can even play your recordings backwards. μ: No wonder you guys are struggling against the Cravers. Alina: What is that supposed to mean!? μ: Nothing, ma'am. Don't worry about it. Alina stares at μ angrily while he stays silent looking at the ship's computer. μ: You are now entering Riftborn territory, our laws and regulations now apply, as you are an United Imperium citize- Alina: You don't need to continue, I've studied this, I know the rules. μ: Well, perfect. Noma is right there. As the ship approaches a grey, infertile planet, with completely white, featureless buildings coming from the ground as the only defining features, Alina looks out the window and is taken back by the surprising lack of beauty of it all. Alina: Oh, wow. μ: I'm sure you're in awe for being able to step on such a perfect planet? Alina: Uh… Yeah, sure. μ: This was once an oceanic planet, organic life all around, but through hard work and lengthy research, we were able to turn it into what you're seeing now. The closest thing there is to paradise. Alina: Incredible. I've heard of that, but seeing is… Really something else. μ: Beautiful, isn't it? The computer begins beeping μ: Oh, we're almost landing, sit tight. Alina holds on to her chair and closes her eyes in anticipation for shaking, turbulence or a sudden brake, things she was accustomed to with the United Imperium’s ships. After a few seconds of nothing, she opened her eyes and saw μ staring at her μ: 12 seconds Alina: What? μ: I was seeing how long it would take for you to notice we were already on the ground. Alina: … μ: Anyways, we’re here. The planetary presidential office is easy to get to, just take this wide boulevard all the way to its end. Alina: (still taken back by the other line) …Thanks...? μ: The ship will be ready to take off in 5 hours, so be back by then. Alina: Alright. Wait, before I go. Could you point me to the bathroom? μ: Oh dang it, I knew I was forgetting something on this ship. Alina: What do you mean? μ: Uh… Well, there's not much to explain, I have forgotten to put a toilet on the ship. Alina: (annoyed sigh) Okay, do you know where there's a public toilet here in Noma? μ: You've studied our laws, right? Alina: Yeah. μ: So you must remember section 32 of our organic tourism act. Alina: "Any and all organic matter brought to one of the Federation's systems by any intelligent organic lifeform shall be taken back in their departure", I remember, what's the point? μ stays silent, and after a few instants it finally clicks in Alina's head what that means for her ability to pee throughout the duration of her stay. Aline: Wait. Does that mean I'll have to hold it? μ: Yeah… Sorry. (completely genuine) I know how much you organics like to release salt water through your orifices. Aline: (pretending to not hear the last remark) Ugh, fine. Okay, it's just 5 hours, I can manage. μ: Uh, well. Best of luck to ya. I have things to take care of. Bye. As μ says that, it rapidly leaves the ship, leaving Alina to put on her suit, which she does over her normal clothing. She starts strapping on the suit's torso and legs followed by gloves, boots and, by last, her helmet. She looked down at her abdomen, before shaking her head "Nothing I can do about it now" she told herself as she left the ship and took a briefcase out of the ship's external cargo holder and began walking down the street. For Alina, it didn't look so much like an avenue, more like a wasteland, a giant trench between two rows of white featureless white blocks. And yet, the streets were lively, Riftbornes walking, talking, working, living their normal, inorganic life. Alina didn't think much about it, as she was more preoccupied with just getting to the system's office as quickly as possible and without drawing attention. "Deep breaths, walk normally, don't make eye contact" she whispered to herself. And she walked, and walked, and walked, for what felt like hours, but was actually just 15 minutes, until she finally reached the system administration’s building, another white building, with the only thing differentiating from the others being big grey letters high up for everyone to read "Administrative System Office". Alina: Oh, finally. As she got closer to the building, Alina was stopped by two Riftborn guards, the first of them had a laser rifle in his hands, the second, a lance. Guard 1: (putting his arm forwards to stop Alina) Woah, woah, woah. Stop right there, sir. Guard 2: (pointing his lance at the human) Identify yourself and what business you have here. Alina: (fidgeting a bit) I'm an United Imperium diplomat. I have brought an official gift from the Great Emperor. Guard 2: Ah, would you look at that, an organic. Guard 1: What do you have in that briefcase there? Alina: It's the gift, sir. Guard 1: Please hand it over. Alina does as she's told Guard 1: Have your identification with you? Alina: Yes, hold on. Alina immediately begins searching her pockets Guard 1: No sudden movements, kid. Guard 2: No funny business either. The guard with the gun glares at the other, but says nothing. Alina: Ah, yes. Sorry. Alina slowly searches for her ID card on her suit, as calmly as she can, which is to say, not that calm, before finding it on her breast pocket. Alina: Here it is. Guard 1: Thank you. Keep your eye on her, soldier. Guard 2: Yes boss. The first guard takes the briefcase and Alina's ID inside the building as Alina is kept at lance point by the second guard. As a few minutes go by, she begins unconsciously rubbing her legs together. Guard 2: Don't move. Alina: (trying to stay as still as possible) I apologise… How long is he going to take? Guard 2: Time enough to examine your case. Alina: (sighs) Do you at least have somewhere I can sit? Guard 2: …Elaborate your reasoning. Alina: It's to not keep standing, you know? Guard 2: Well, obviously (approaching its lance to Alina's face) but why? The sight of the weapon coming closer to her almost makes Alina leak. While she has been around many armed guards in her life, never were their tools pointed at her. Alina: (bashful and afraid) Uh, we- well, you see… I need to pee. Guard 2: Explain. Alina: Wh- what do you want me to explain? Guard 2: Start by explaining what is this "P" you just mentioned. Alina: It's… like, a waste product, sir. Guard 2: (with the lance almost touching Alina's helmet) From what process? Alina: (with a shaky voice) i-I think from living. Guard 2: (clearly not believing it) Oh really now? Alina nods, fearing what the guard will do with the lance. Guard 2: Then what is that carbon dioxide you organics are so fond about? Alina: It's another waste product, sir. Guard 2: Likely story… Even with its bravado, the guard still knows it is just a soldier, that should not cause problems for its superiors, nor himself, so it's pretty unsure of its actions. The guard thinks a bit, his weapon still very close to Alina's face. Guard 2: (retreating the lance a bit) Fine, hold on. The guard looks around, sees only other Riftbornes going about their normal lives, but nothing else that could serve as a chair. Guard 2: You can sit on the ground. But maintain your hands in view at all times. Alina: Thanks but I think that would make it worse. Guard 2: You organics are so damn picky. Alina didn't respond to that, just pressed her legs together and waited for two more minutes, before the first guard came back with the briefcase. Guard 1: Soldier θ, you can let her pass. She's registered and has no contraband. Alina takes a breath of relief as the soldier takes his lance away from her face. Guard 1: Here are your things. Welcome, diplomat. Alina: (hurriedly taking her stuff) Thank you, thank you. Bye. Alina entered the building, walking funny from needing to pee. Right after entering, she was face to face with another Riftborn, who was behind a desk. Receptionist: Ah, you must be the Imperium's diplomat, welcome, come in. Unfortunately, the governor is in an emergency meeting, but afterwards, he will be free to talk to you. To the right, there are some chairs, fully made for organics, such as yourself. Make yourself at home. Alina: Right, thanks. Looking around, the place was a big, bright, white room. It had only a small desk in the middle, where the receptionist stood, and to the right, some metal chairs; although clearly uncomfortable, it was better than nothing. Alina sat down, putting her briefcase beside the chair. Alina: Ugh. Upon sitting and finally calming down a bit, she noticed this was the first time that day she truly could take a breather without having anything that demanded her immediate attention. Alina looked around the room, noticed how very white the waiting room was, the lack of decorations, the emptiness of everything around her. It was a good five seconds until a wave of desperation hit Alina's bladder and demanded her full attention. Her arms instinctively went towards her crotch, trying to avoid wetting herself inside her suit. The receptionist, seeing this sudden movement, asks Receptionist: Do you need assistance? Alina: (holding herself) You… you wouldn't have a toilet around here, would you? Receptionist: I’m very sorry, but we unfortunately do not have the infrastructure for that on the planet. Alina lets out a frustrated whine, even though she completely knew that would be the answer, she still had some hope. After a few seconds, the wave passed, but her bladder was still uncomfortably full. Alina took deep breaths to try to ignore her discomfort for what felt like minutes at a time, but maintained her hands on her groin. Receptionist: I've heard that breathing too much indicates pain. Are you feeling pain? Alina: I guess you could say that. Receptionist: Should we call a medical service? Vanguard has the best organo-hospitals in the galaxy. Alina: NO! (clears throat) I mean, no, there's no need for that. Thank you. Receptionist: ...Right. And again, a strange silence befell the nearly empty room, a deafening lack of any sound, but the occasional muffled speaking inside one of the white walls. Alina fidgeted, waiting for the meeting with the system's governor. As the minutes passed, Alina grew more worried, maybe she wouldn't be able to deliver that gift, maybe the emergency meeting would never end, maybe she would start talking with the governor and have an accident in front of them, maybe she would pee herself right there and then. There would be no way she maintained her job after that. She would bring shame to the United Imperium. She would ruin every chance of diplomacy between the Imperium and Riftborns. The whole galaxy will be doomed and it will be all her fault, her and her stupid, weak excuse for a bladder. These thoughts probably weren't true, nor did they help with anything, in fact it did nothing but fill her with more fear and self-doubt, but once they started, Alina couldn't stop thinking them. The train of thought only stopped when what seemed like a wall opened up and a Riftborn came out into the room. Σ: (to the receptionist) What a pain. Can you believe it? They're gonna take out- Σ stops talking the moment he notices the diplomat's presence. Receptionist: Chief. The United Imperium diplomat is here. Σ turns its head to Alina, examining her, before turning back to the receptionist. It was only for 6 seconds, but Alina felt the stare so intensely, she couldn't help but leak a little, it wasn't visually noticeable, but she could still feel a dampness in her panties. Σ: Does the Imperium still not know how to do a video call? Receptionist: According to them, there was a gift they needed to give. Σ looks again at Alina, although less intensely, then back at the receptionist. Σ: And they've sent an organic? To this planet? Are you sure? Receptionist: Yes, chief. I've checked. Twice, even. Σ: Right. (looks to Alina) You, let's talk at my office. Alina gets up kind of awkwardly and starts following Σ, pressing her legs together. Receptionist: Don't forget your briefcase. Alina: Oh. Oh yeah, sorry. She goes back to the chairs and picks back the briefcase before walking as fast as she safely can to follow Σ into his office. When both get inside, Σ closes the door, which mimics almost perfectly the smooth texture of the wall. Unless you knew it was there, you couldn't find the door. Σ's office, just like every building she saw up to that point, was very white, very not colourful and very simplistic. In front of the door, there was a desk, with computers and screens on top of it, a window that led to the outside, a white book stand, filled with storage systems and the only decoration Alina sees is a Craver's head mounted high on the wall behind Σ's desk. The latter caught Alina's attention. Σ: Ah, I see you noticed my trophy. Alina: Yeah… Σ: The war has been tough on everyone, but that doesn't mean we can't appreciate a bit of death. Alina was not very thrilled about that topic. Add that to how she was feeling due to her bladder, and even a machine could notice how uncomfortable she was. Σ: (whispering to itself) oh god, these organic wimps. (talking to Alina) It's okay, no need to be afraid. It's not completely dead. Just sleeping, still doing organic metabolic processes. Alina: (shaking her head) No, thanks, it's fine. I've come to talk about business between our empires. Alina lifts the briefcase and puts one arm under it and uses the other arm to open it. Normally it wouldn't be an issue, but, with Alina's efforts to maintain her continence, her hands were too shaky to properly open the briefcase. If Σ’s face was able to show emotion, it would be cringing at that continuous failure happening in front of it. Σ: Please stop. Just hold it so I can open. Alina thanks and puts both arms under the briefcase, so Σ can get it open while very quietly cursing the Imperium and its organic diplomats with weak, unsteady arms. Upon opening though, his demeanour immediately changes. Σ: (opening the briefcase) Wow… Alina: (a bit rushed) Governor Σ. We, from the United Imperium, wish to gift your people with our finest luxury products. Σ: That's… a lot. Alina: 60 Voidstones and 85 Ionic crystals, sir. Σ: Well… I'm sure I speak for all Riftbornes when I say we accept and appreciate the gift. (extending its arm to take the case) Send your people our deepest thanks. Now with that out of the way, what's the catch? Alina: huh? Σ: There's no way you are here just because of that gift. What else have you come here to do? Alina: (nervously fidgeting) Well… You not wrong… There was, indeed, another thing the United Imperium wanted to talk about… Σ: Of course there was. What is it? And stop talking like that, I can barely hear you. Alina: (speaking very fast) We have reason to believe this system is under threat of an invasion. Sir. Σ: Ok. I'm aware of that. And you don't need to end with "sir", I'm not your superior. Alina: The United Imperium requests for permission to land military ships to help with the efforts in defending the system. Uhm, please? Σ: Sure. Go ahead. Alina: Permission granted? Σ: Permission granted Alina: Just like that? Σ: Yes. Although we wouldn't object to more gifts like this. Considering the many United Imperium defeats against the Cravers, she expected some resistance to the idea. But, that answer made things way simpler and faster for the diplomat. Σ: Do you have anything else to talk about? If not, can you go now? We'll be very busy now. Alina: Thank you, sir. We will not fail this system. Alina turns around, takes a deep breath and begins walking to the door, although with a little difficulty, leaving Σ with a great gift and lost in thought. Finishing this, she would only need to reach the ship, even without a toilet, there must be some bottle, some empty canister, anything she could pee into. Σ: Actually… The diplomat stops in her tracks, pressing her legs together. To be called again, after thinking it was over, made Alina's heart skyrocket. Did Σ change his mind? Did she make a wrong move? Was she disrespectful at some point? Did he notice she was rushing things? The silent panic she's in puts extra pressure on her bladder, felt as a wave of desperation. Alina: (with a shaky voice) Yes, sir? Σ: I want you to inform your superiors the following: the Grand Viceroy has plans to take away any Riftborn ships and armies from the system. Alina: (turning to Σ) I'm sorry, what do you mean? Σ: The Imperium will be on its own in this battle. All our forces are being taken to Vanguard. Of course, I will stand my ground and fight. But if the United Imperium decides against aiding the system after this information, I understand. Alina sighs as her panic subsides, it was just some information to take to her boss. Although her desperation continues increasing. Alina: (clearly wanting to finish the conversation as quickly as possible) I see, I'll let them know. Σ: …thank you Alina gives a nod, walks to where the office's exit is supposed to be, trying her hardest to not have her desperation known, and notices that she has no idea how to leave. Σ: Oh yeah. It doesn't work with organics. The Riftborn approaches the door in front of Alina. Without him doing anything, it immediately opens. Alina: Thank you, sir. Walking as fast as she can, Alina crosses the white waiting room. With her arms glued to her side, resisting the urge to hold her crotch. Receptionist: Goodbye. Alina: Yeah, bye. After Alina exits the building, she passes by the two guards, standing in their places. The guard with the gun asks the diplomat to stop, and she obliges. Alina: (visibly distressed) What is it now? Guard 1: You are almost running. That's very suspicious. Guard 2: Certainly not normal. Guard 1: One could say you are trying to flee the building. Guard 2: Maybe after doing something wrong. Alina: I'm just walking. Guard 1: Walking faster than normal. Guard 2: Really fast. Guard 1: You could bump on other people. Guard 2: Imagine the damage you'll cause. Guard 1: Soldier θ, will you stop it? Guard 2: …Sorry captain. Alina: (rubbing legs together) Okay. I apologise, can I please go now. Guard 1: Before, we'll have to check if you have stolen anything. Alina: I did not! What would I even steal from you? We're from allied nations. Guard 1: It's just the rules, kid, we have very important things. Now put your legs apart. Alina grunts as she, with difficulty, separates her thighs without losing control. While the guard frisks her legs, a spasm hits Alina's bladder and she loses a spurt into her panties, which becomes saturated. Alina: Aah! Out of instinct, her hands jump to hold her crotch, to the annoyance of the Riftbornes. Guard 2: (Pointing his lance at Alina) It's for you to stay still. Alina: I'm sorry, I apologise. It's just- Guard 1: Soldier, stand down. And you, diplomat, better pipe down as well. You are from an allied nation, so I'll be nice. Put your arms extended to the side of your body. Alina complies, with difficulty. Taking her arms from her crotch, she can feel a few drops coming through her urethra, but she can do nothing but hope that it doesn't show through. The guard palpates the arms, finding nothing, and then moves to her torso, from the upper body, moving down. Guard 1: Hmm, what is this? The Riftborn asks as it presses on a hard lump on Alina's abdomen. Alina: (arms going down) Aah. Pl- please don't squeeze it, it's my bladder. Guard 1: Hmm, a what? Adder? Alina: Bladder. It's an organ. Guard 2: (to the captain) I don't remember seeing that condyle on its belly before. Guard 1: (to the soldier) Organs grow, although… (back to the human) What does it do? Alina: Huh!? Guard 1: This should be an easy question for an organic, don't you agree? If it grew while you were inside the governor's building, there must have been a reason. Alina: (very embarrassed) Well… You see… I… it's… Guard 2: Come on, spit it out. Alina: It stores pee, okay!? It's full, it's completely filled. Can I please go already? Alina feels very ashamed to have to say this, although the guards don't understand the taboo, nor what any of that means. The Riftborn captain takes a moment to think with the other guard, meanwhile Alina's legs pressed and rubbed together. Guard 1: Hmm… Soldier θ, what do you think of that? Guard 2: Well, it did mention this "P" before as a waste product. If it's a lie, it's a coherent one. Guard 1: Hmm… Why would an organ store a waste product? Guard 2: Uhm… Good question. Any answers, diplomat? Alina: It just does, okay? And if you don't empty it, it does so by itself. Guard 2: By itself? Alina: Yeah! The Riftborn with the gun mulls it over. Guard 1: …Alright. Please, go now. Although it doesn't fully trust what is being said, it also doesn't want to risk filthying that perfect planet with an organic's waste product, nor create a possible conflict over an undue arrest. Alina: Ah, thank you. Thank you so much. With both hands in her groin, the human begins running back to the ship. Practically hopping foot to foot. Guard 2: Are you sure that was the right call? Guard 1: We don't don't have anything stored in spheres. So whatever it truly was, it wasn't from here. For Alina, her full bladder feels so full, so uncomfortable, modesty be damned, she just does whatever it took to not completely lose control. In her mind, everyone sees what she's doing and everyone is judging her for it. While, indeed, everyone can see her doing an almost potty dance, only a few, if any, Riftbornes know what it means. Not that it makes a difference for Alina, the pressure inside her only gets stronger, the shame only burns worse and her dignity only drains faster. "I can do it. I can do it." She told herself, even without believing it. After about 8 minutes of nearly running (plus 5 minutes of stopping in her tracks to avoid leaking during waves of desperation), she finally reaches the ship. With the pilot outside talking with a shopkeeper from one of the stores around. μ: …so there he was, helmet off, water and salt still pouring from every single pore in his skin. Looking more soggy than a Lumeris. The shopkeeper laughs. Shopkeeper: Man, how do you manage to stay sane dealing with organics? μ: A lot of work mandated thera- Alina: Pilot! μ: Ah, look who's back. This is Alina, the Imperium human I'm escorting today. Alina, this is κ, a friend. Shopkeeper: Hello. Alina: (visibly agitated, hands on crotch) Yeah, that's nice. Can you open the ship? μ: Well, we still have to wait for a few more hours to take off. Alina: Just open it! μ: Fine, calm down. No need to yell. μ takes a white remote control that was connected to him through a magnet and presses a button. A side door opens and Alina enters it as fast as she can without losing control. κ: What's wrong with that one? μ: (following Alina inside the ship) Organic problems. Talk to you later, κ, probably with a new story to tell. κ: Alrighty, bye. After μ enters the ship and goes through the pressurisation room, it notices Alina, on her knees, legs shut tight together, her helmet on the floor and her suit half open, with one hand leaning on the wall, the other on her crotch, breathing heavily as she's trying to hold through another wave of desperation. μ: Wow, you really are not okay. Alina: Please tell me you have a bucket, bottle, anything like that! μ: How will they help? Alina: I don't want to make a mess on the floor. μ: I thought you said you could hold. Alina: Nevermind that! Please help me. μ: Uhm… Let me think… A spurt escapes the human's bladder, the urine soaking through her undies and into her suit, causing Alina to panic even more. Alina: Think faster! μ: I have a few empty container boxes in the back. They're way too heavy to move them myself. Alina: Take me there. μ: You can barely walk, I'd have to carry you. Alina: Yes, just please, don't- don't let me make a mess here. Alina is nearly crying from a mixture of embarrassment and pain stemming from her situation. μ thinks about the human's request for a second. μ: Fine. μ picks up Alina, leaving the suit on the ground, and begins carrying her like a lumberjack with a log. Alina: Eek! Upon being supported on μ's shoulder, the point of contact between Alina and μ becomes her abdomen, putting pressure onto her poor bladder with each step her carrier took, sometimes leaking a drop here or there. μ did not notice this, the machine just continued walking to the back of the ship, hoping, praying, that that diplomat wouldn't lose control on top of him. That worry was also shared by Alina, who felt herself constantly on the edge of letting go. The rhythm of μ's gait, although uncomfortable, was also a reassuring reminder that Alina would be able to finally relieve herself. Until it suddenly stopped. Alina: Did we reach it? μ: No. We're waiting on the door to the cargo area. Alina: Is… is it not working? μ: It just takes a few seconds to open. Hang on. Alina: Nngh, I'm trying… She whined. While they waited for the door to open, the only sounds to break the silence were of Alina's muffled agony. Until μ got moving once more, with no prior warning. This surprise was too much for Alina to bear and her tired sphincter relaxed for the first time in a long time. Alina: Aaaahh. No… μ: (completely monotone) This is unpleasant in so many ways. Once started, she could not hold it again. Her golden liquid continued flowing, soaking through her panties, falling on μ and dripping down to the floor. Despite it all, the feeling of peeing after holding it for so long was pure bliss. μ continued walking, even if Alina was already peeing herself, it didn't exactly know what to do to manage the situation except finish what it started, especially since they were already so close to that cargo container. μ: Here it is. The Riftborn said while taking Alina from its shoulder and putting her, on both knees, inside an open metallic chest. Alina may have already been emptying herself for a few seconds, but still had much more to release inside that box. Alina: Haaah… The diplomat's mind was blank, with little to no thoughts, except the relief she felt as her bladder pushed more and more urine out. In contrast to μ, who was watching, half disgusted, half in awe, as the puddle inside the chest turns into a pool, and that pool begins rising before Alina was finally finished. It took a few seconds before the human finally processed what happened. Her bottom half was soaked, she just pissed herself right in front of an allied nation's pilot after being carried by it to use a cargo container as a toilet. What kind of self-respecting adult would ever do something like that? The shame, the humiliation, the powerlessness, Alina felt terrible and could not fight the tears any longer as she began crying. The pilot got closer and began patting her back. μ: Uhm… there, there For the Riftbornes, tears were just as weird as anything coming out of organic lifeforms, but μ at least knew a bit of what they meant. μ: Hey, look on the bright side. It was in a private ship, so you didn't break any rule. That did not help, Alina was still sobbing. μ: Human, what's the problem? Is getting yourself wet this bad? Alina: I couldn't hold myself, I made a mess in your ship, on you. During my first mission, no less. And here I am, in a chest full of pee, crying to a Riftborn about it. I am a failure, an embarrassment to the United Imperium. I shouldn't be a diplomat, I can't even keep myself dry. μ: oh Although not understanding the big issue, the Riftborn floated closer and got lower, offering its clean shoulder to Alina to cry on. It didn't exactly know why it was doing that, but it once saw humans doing so, and apparently it should help. μ: You can lean on it to cry if you want. Alina: (sniff) thanks… A few seconds of silence broken up by Alina's whimpering go by, before any of them speaks anything. μ: Why do you think you are a failure? Alina: Even kids know how to wait to use the bathroom. Why couldn't I? μ: …Because we don't have any. Alina: (sighs) You wouldn't understand. μ stayed silent as it thought a bit about that last line. Alina, too, was silent, while she thought about how everyone would be thinking less of her. Then, from the lower extremity of what could be considered its abdomen, a black liquid came out. μ: (monotone, but trying to feign some emotion) Oh no. It seems my oil from my engine has leaked. How very humiliating. Alina's thought process was stopped, as a small smirk formed in Alina's saddened face. Riftbornes didn't leak like that and she knew it. But seeing μ: Every Riftborn knows our reactors are supposed to be maintained, how could I have been so stupid. That little theatre of μ's took a few chuckles out of Alina. She was already feeling way better. Alina: (wiping tears off her face) Dummy, you know it isn't the same thing, right? μ: Woe is me. Now that I had my accident, forever will I be known as a "dummy". Alina laughs. It was such a dumb bit, if it was any human making that joke, it probably wouldn't be funny at all. But in her situation, a little humour from a Riftborn was more than welcomed. After laughing, she stands up, her legwear and panties soaked and dripping with piss. Alina: Okay, this is enough moping around. I need to clean myself, I am feeling gross. μ would confirm that her whole kind is indeed gross, but decided to keep quiet about it. μ: Did you bring any other human clothing? Alina: No... I haven't brought any. μ: Well, we still have about 3 hours, maybe 3 and a half before we can leave. Unless you want to get rusting, you should find a way to dry out. The atmosphere here is vacuum, all that water will boil instantly. Alina: I will die if I go out to "dry". μ: Oh, you'll figure something out, I'm sure of it. Anyways, I will be outside, with κ. If you want to properly introduce yourself, you're free to try again. Alina: Yeah, thanks. Both get out of the cargo room and μ leaves the ship through the airlock, Alina checks her suit, which, despite it all, is surprisingly dry, just a bit damp on the crotch. Although, to avoid it getting wet, she had to put it on while bottomless, which was uncomfortable, but unavoidable considering her situation. After suiting up, she goes outside to talk with both Riftbornes and wait for time to pass. A bit over three hours passed, μ and Alina went back to the ship. While waiting, Alina asked. Alina: Say, μ, we barely know each other, why did you help me? μ: I am a machine, diplomat, not a monster. Who wouldn't help someone in distress? Even if they were an organic like you. And that was the biggest lesson she kept from her first real job.

Hi everyone! I’ve been a relatively long-time lurker on this site, on the Omorashi side at least, and while I don’t particularly enjoy messing content (i.e. I don’t get off on it), I thought you guys may enjoy my recent account of a completely involuntary and unplanned messing. I’m relatively new to posting here despite having been an avid forum reader for years, so do excuse my amateur-esque use of language in creative writing and using some help from ChatGPT! I would also like to preface this by saying that I’m not sure whether this belongs in the right thread as I do not look at messing content here, so please let me know if there is a more suitable one I can post it to 🙂 Mandatory physical description: I’m an eighteen year-old Chinese girl (Shanghainese) and I’m 157 cm tall, 39 kilograms heavy. I won’t go into much detail on my appearance (feel free to request more details if you’d like) but I have black wavy hair that reaches just slightly below my ribs. I’m quite pale and I wear very light Korean-inspired school makeup. In this incident, I was wearing my university’s volleyball libero t-shirt (due credits to my height, for preventing me from playing an offensive role) which was white with navy blue detailing, as well as a pair of black FBT shorts. With aching muscles and a unison of groans, arms and legs dotted with bruises akin, my team and I cleaned up after a long training session of blocking, receiving, and the likes. With the rhythmic swish of our brooms came the growls from our stomach, and we collectively made plans to dine at a nearby Korean barbecue place. I’ve always had particularly a strong stomach. However, I’m really not the best or most patient chef out there, and oftentimes while having self-cooked barbecues, I end up consuming undercooked food which is, as we all know, a potent laxative for most. To add on, I don’t defecate very often, probably about once every two to four days, sometimes even a week. Hence, when I need to go, I need to go, bad - which can make things really inconvenient. This had probably been four days since my last poop, so in hindsight, I should have seen this coming from miles and taken the necessary precautions. Laughing gaily with my friends over my (undercooked) food, discussing about the newest campus gossip and chatting about the latest volleyball news, I had no idea what was about to hit me shortly after the hearty meal. As athletes who had just finished a wholly strenuous training session, we ordered quite a sizeable amount of food. I’d eaten at least 250 grams of meat paired with noodles. We’d even gotten a glass of milk tea each and ice cream for dessert, which was just spell for disaster. As we were making our payment, I felt my stomach give a slight alert through a gurgle. However, it was so slight, the signals were but a faint and gentle whisper to my brain of my need, that I had thought nothing of it, dismissing it as some mere gas that would make its escape later. Bidding my friends farewell, my stomach and intestines sent signals with increasing intensity and decreasing intervals with every step taken to the bus stop. While I knew it was getting bad, I thought I could manage the short 30-minute ride home. How my overconfidence would have been my downfall that day. Standing at the bus stop, I didn’t feel it as strongly then. However, as a Biology major, I should have known better than basing my need off what I felt while standing up with my rectum being naturally straightened from my posture and having a decreased gravitational pull as compared to when sitting down. As I stood waiting, dreamily thinking about the glorious, explosive, humongous shit I was about to unload on my poor toilet at home, the bus finally came and I clambered on an empty seat, which had almost immediately made my need a couple tens’ times worse. While the bus drove past the mall, I had contemplated stopping to relieve myself there instead. However, assessing my need, I was sure that I could hold it for the short journey home. After all, I’ve done it plenty of times - albeit not four days’ worth of my intestines extracting every ounce of sustenance from every meal I have had, including the likely undercooked meat from earlier, I’m sure I could still manage. What could go wrong, right? Right? How foolish was I, to have thought that the uninvited guests in my intestines who have overstayed their welcome would remain tame and put till I was ready to excrete them. A few bus stops past the ones by the mall, and I had fully regretted my decision to not stop then. Minute by minute, the pangs from my abdomen sent increasingly urgent signals - signals that told me ‘You need to go, right now!’. My stomach hurt like a little bitch, and I was sure I was green from the nausea. My fist balled up tightly as I dug my nails into my thighs, my arm, anything to distract myself from the pressure that was my faeces pressing against the muscles of my anal sphincter and rectum. Deep inside, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. However, I wasn’t willing to back down without putting up my best defences. Shifting uncomfortably in my seat with my arm crossed over my stomach, trying my best to ignore the knowing side glances from other passengers and my utter humiliation from the clear desperation that I was displaying. This was a contest between my body’s insistence and my own mental fortitude. The pressure against my anal muscles was almost too hard to bear. The strong, constant waves of diarrhea trying to escape my rectum was beyond my abilities and the help I had gotten from pressing my hard against the chair. I still had half the journey left to my bus stop home - and even then, I’d have to endure the long, arduous five minute walk home. I tried everything I could, anything to buy time for myself. I tightened my sphincter pelvic muscles as hard as I could, trying all I could to redirect my thoughts from my pressing need. However, it was just too much. Even I could tell how much poop was contained within me with the bloating and the intense pressure in my abdomen which I had never felt as strongly in my life before as I had now. Then it happened. A leak. A short stream of diarrhea pouring into my underwear. ‘This absolutely cannot be happening to me’, I thought to myself. Simultaneously and contrastingly, I also thanked heavens I was wearing black cotton shorts then, for I had nothing to cover up my accident with than the camouflage of dark-coloured clothing. Shifting to assess the damage, I was relieved to find that it was a short enough stream to not have leaked out of my pants, or to have been visible to others. This had alleviated my pressure, though not for long at all. The waves returned in full force, thrashing against my rectum, begging for release. Another stream shot out, though I was thankfully able to stop it again in time. ‘Why, why didn’t you stop at the mall?’, I silently cursed myself. Okay, one more stop and one more traffic light left to my home. I’d made it this far. Please, please at least let me make it out of the bus before violently messing myself completely. The second spurt had made it much, much worse. I felt as though the floodgates had been left slightly ajar, and I did not have even a minute before the rest of what felt like a thousand kilogram’s worth of diarrhea found their way out. ‘Please don’t be a red light’, I silently begged while my stares bored into the traffic light menacingly while I activated the bus bell to signal that I was getting off at the next stop. A red light. Great. Just what I and the lovely, glamorous shit contained inside my body and currently thrashing against myself needed. It paused for what felt like ages. I could hear my heartbeat loud and fast, intense fear of completely humiliating myself pouring against my chest. As the bus finally started moving, I tried to walk casually towards the door, as nonchalant as I could, though I’m sure I appeared as chill as an ant on a fire-wok. As I stood by the door, I could feel more poop slowly slipping out of me. ‘Not in the bus. Not in the bus.’, I willed every single muscle I had to stem the flow, and I felt like a child wearing a full diaper. I could feel so much poop sloshing around my underwear with every step, my humiliation intensifying as I realised that every single passenger on the bus had witnessed my desperate struggle for dignity. I hoped dearly that they could not tell I had lost. Finally, the bus stopped and I alighted. Five minutes to home. While I knew I wasn’t going to make it, I had to try. At least, I hadn’t done it in the bus. The agony in every step I took, the push in every second I waited, and I could take it no longer. As I turned a corner to a rather isolated grass patch by a now empty basketball court, I finally let go. I truly could not have held it a second longer, I did not even have time to squat and take my pants off as my intestines unloaded itself into my underwear, brown matter spilling out of my pants and tainting my legs, my face red from utter humiliation. I swiped a tissue to the back of my thigh, and to my horror, it was completely caked with shit, and I mean it when I say not a single surface of the tissue was spared. I stepped home quickly, thankful that no one passed me and evading quickly into corners when I heard anyone coming behind me. Fortunately for me, none of my family members were home to see the state I had returned in. I dashed upstairs as fast as I could to my bathroom. The damage, as I had suspected, was beyond horrible. I don’t think I had even pooped this much my entire life. I had taken off my shorts and underwear to sit on the toilet bowl to unload the rest of myself into it, when I heard a ‘plop’ land on the floor. No freaking way. A glob of mess, more humongous than I had even thought possible, fell from my underwear onto the floor. Not only that, poop was caked all over my underwear and my shorts. I genuinely couldn’t believe that I could have produced or stored so much shit in me, with more pouring out of me by the second. I was half-mortified and half-impressed. Clean-up was messy, as expected, and pun intended, with poop caked all over my private parts. While this had been one of the most mortifying and humbling experiences in my life, I was just thankful that no one was able to witness my massive accident and was able to at least maintain a shred of false dignity after all. And honestly? With that amount of shit contained inside me, I was pretty proud of myself for holding out that long!

It's been way too long a while since I posted anything substantial here, but that's not to say that things aren't brewing behind the curtains. I do have a slightly longer story on its way by kind request of the great @Kayn (and by no small measure in reciprocity for his latest contribution about poor Abby, which may or may not be the greatest piece ever posted on this forum - read it if you haven't!). While working on that story though, I decided to slip another one in in compensation for the delay. It is a throwaway of sorts, even if it again proved to be on the lengthier side. Big fat disclaimer: I have no clue whatsoever about the meter maid profession, its procedures, customs or regulations, and I have taken quite a bit of creative liberty regarding the uniforms featured within. Anyone familiar with the Beatles will of course pick up on what the title alludes to (and there is actually a solo Paul reference in there too), but the overall motivation for the theme was simply to have reason to dress up the female protagonist in some kind of uniform (again, blame Kayn). I decided to have a little fun with the setting and situate it all in the 70's, for little reason other than to revel in some car porn (don't worry, no explicit stuff, just a boatload of excuses to namedrop some cool vintage cars along the way), and maybe add some credibility to the featured uniforms. But enough about my obsession of the near past, let's see how a regular workday might have turned out for a meter maid about 50 or so years ago. I hope you will enjoy the show! --------------------------------------------------------------- Linda Haywood had always been a fan of order and being the one maintaining it. Being the oldest of three sisters, she was the prudent and ordely one of the three ever since she was a little child and all throughout her schooldays. This earned her a reputation for being quite bossy and almost annoyingly by-the-book in her manners. A real teacher's pet who never seemed to pass up a chance to tell on her classmates whenever the slightest wrongdoing on their part crossed her prying eyes. Naturally this caused her a bit of disdain amongst her peers at school and there were more than one occasion where she ended up being on the receiving end of some shenanigans. Despite this hardship though, she grew all the more confident in her call as being the one who had to step up for the perceived benefit of her surroundings, even if it came at the cost of her popularity. Thus, it wasn't too surprising when already as a kid, Linda nurtured an ambition to get herself involved with law enforcement. Granted, it was still the 60's then and it wasn't too common for women to pursue such a career, at least not out in the field which is what she really wanted. At the dawn of the 70's when she just turned 19, she went off to university to take various courses, some related to law, some not, so she wasn't yet qualified as an actual policewoman when she opted in for an apprenticeship at the local police station in a neighbouring town during spring 1974. What she did have within reach though, as a first stepping-stone occupation, was to serve as a meter maid. After a few months of studying exclusively for the job that year, she was finally ready to dip her toe in some actual water by tagging along with one of the senior wardens doing her rounds around town. --- So, early one August morning, Linda rose from her bed, literally sparkling with enthusiasm for her first real taste of what it would be like to set things straight in real life, even if it only meant sorting out poor parking practices. All the same, the town in which she would cut her teeth was renowned for some truly chaotic parking situations, and if she could be an ever so slight part in alleviating it, she'd be more than happy. After all, parking rules aren't there just for spite; there might be real and severe consequences if a car was to obstruct a certain area or passage, even life-threatening ones, so Linda couldn't help but feeling just a tad bit of responsibility for the betterment of her fellow citizens in her upcoming endeavour. The sky was slightly overcast but no rain in sight and the overall weather was still warm, as befits a nice summer's day. She opted for a short-sleeved figure-hugging flowery shirt with a big butterfly collar unbuttoned at the neck, tucked into a pair of tight bell bottoms, as snug at the top around her waist and bottom as the legs were wide at the other end, totally obscuring her feet and then some. Of course, she wouldn't be doing her rounds in her own outfit while on duty - even if it wasn't really her own duty as of yet - but dressing up in a contemporary and ever so slightly sexy outfit sure wouldn't go amiss when turning up at the police station. Who knows who would be there to greet her or even admire her at a distance? After downing her breakfast and equipping herself with a bag containing a big water bottle - it was quite warm outside after all - Linda left her apartment block and headed for the bus stop. 7:05, the bus arrived just when she got there and she climbed aboard for the 45 minute journey to the next town where she would take the very first steps of her new career within law enforcement, even if it just meant looking out for badly parked cars. As the bus whizzed down the carriageway, she slowly emptied her water bottle in frequent sips, pondering on her upcoming day. She did have an interest in cars, so even if the task of cracking down on the unconcern of their owners may be a bit mundane, she still looked forward to having reason to survey all the various vehicles she would encounter up-close in all their details. She was especially fascinated by interiors; seats, steering wheel, dashboard, upholstery, and the overall aesthetics they jointly displayed. Her father was a car mechanic and she remembered certain days when she would join him in his workshop after school on occasion, and how she found herself more and more interested in both all the different body stylings, interiors as mentioned, as well as the actual mechanical workings. Still not confident or interested enough to pursue a mechanical career, she nonetheless had assembled a dream garage in her mind, the crown jewel of which would be a British racing green Jaguar E-type, the early model from the 60's with caps over the headlights. Of course, that would most likely remain a pipedream ever after, but with a bit of paid work behind her, she could at least set her eyes on something like an MGB in the near future, or maybe a Triumph Spitfire. Heck, even a Mini would do. As of yet though, she still hadn't had money to possess her own car, having most recently being confined to borrow her father's Ford Cortina whenever the need for some motoring enjoyment (or distant party assembly together with her mates) reared inside her. If she managed to land this first career step as a meter maid though, she would finally be able to save up enough money for her own vehicle in due time. --- With about 15 minutes left of the bus journey, Linda downed the last gulps from her water bottle, promptly stowing it away in her bag while awaiting her arrival. The bus was just entering the outskirts of the city, gradually slowing down for the first of several traffic lights. Linda sat looking out the window, absent-mindedly moving her legs in and out on the seat in a slow, barely noticeable fashion. A metallic green Citroën SM whizzed past in the outer lane as the bus came to a momentary halt. "Wow, one of those is definitely going in my dream garage", Linda thought to herself as the angular rear end of the french mile-eater disappeared out of sight outside the window. Moments later, the bus took off again as the lights turned green. About 10 minutes left. The slow fanning of her legs caught her attention; she hadn't even thought about herself performing said motion, only just now realizing it. Not only that - she also began realizing why she did it. Nervousness was definitely part of the reason as it would be a day packed with many firsts for her, not to mention all the new people she would encounter, both in the form of her colleagues as well as in the form of random citizens in various stages of annoyance for receiving tickets for their parking misbehaviour. The main reason for her involuntary leg fanning though was ever so slightly increasing its toll on her attention - she was beginning to need a toilet. As the bus approached the city centre where the police station was located, Linda prepared to get off. She slid herself sideways on the seat in preparation to get off at the next bus stop. She was beginning to feel quite nervous at the prospect of walking in to the station for the first time, wondering how she would be welcomed, if at all. Nah, of course she would be welcomed, why else would they accept her as a potential future part of their force. Her nervousness manifested itself in an ever so slight increase of her urinary need, unconsciously causing her to subtly bounce her leg up and down as she waited for the bus to stop. In addition to her slight nervousness, her morning coffee also did its part in ramping up her need. No big deal really; her plan was to casually slip away into the restroom right after the introductory formalities, making sure she was as prepared as possible for her first day out on the field. The bus stopped and Linda got off, immediately setting off towards the police station a few hundred meters down the street leading away from the town centre. She walked briskly with the light breeze blowing her blonde hair back in time with her confident steps, together with the flapping of her wide open butterfly collar. She looked good and she knew it, knowing full well what her tight flares did to the imagination of any guy that happened to catch her walking down the sidewalk. As she reached the entrance of the station, she paused for a second to get her bearings before going inside. --- "Excuse me, my name is Linda Haywood, I'm here for my meter maid apprenticeship", she presented herself to the young officer behind the desk right inside the entrance. "Oh, I see. Good morning, miss Haywood", he replied as he looked up at the young beauty who had just entered his workday, before rising up and showing her in. "This way, miss. I'm Gordon, station assistant, by the way" Linda granted him a smile as she followed him into the station, taking the opportunity to look around for a toilet, but couldn't see one in the direct vicinity as they walked through to the inner office space. Inside the main area she was greeted by a mature woman in her 40's. "Good morning, Linda. I'm Margaret Wilson, police officer. Really nice to meet you." she said while reaching out to shake Linda's hand before continuing, "Sometimes I'm shouldering the role as a meter maid as well whenever needed, but it's not really supposed to be my duty nowadays so we're really glad to see someone applying to fill that role. As you probably already know, the parking situation in this town has gotten worse in recent time so we need all the manpower we can get to get on grips with it." "Yeah, so I've heard", Linda inserted before Margaret continued, "So during this learning period, I will be your mentor out on the field and I'm thinking that at least during this first week you will simply follow me along while on duty. No responsibility will be laid on you, you just follow my lead and take note of how to determinate whether or not a car is wrongly parked and how to estimate the appropriate fee. Sounds alright with you, Linda?" "Oh yes, definitely. I'm eager to get going and learn how to apply all that I've learned in real life." "Good to hear, Linda. I really like your enthusiasm. You know, not many people would appreciate being the one burdened with the task of fining people for such seemingly innocuous acts as leaving their car in an inconsiderate manner for just a few minutes. But they would certainly not appreciate having someone else's car parked wherever it would cause some inconvenince for them, now would they? That's the message we have to get out there while on duty, that it's for everyone's sake that we have to make an example out of parking violation. In fact, that is sort of part of the job as well." "Most certainly, Mrs Wilson", Linda remarked, "I've always been keen on keeping up order in all kinds of situations and am only glad to be part of that process." "Mind you, you will encounter resistance and disdain a-plenty while on duty so it's important, not least for your own sanity, to keep an emotional distance whenever engaging in disputes." "I'm very well aware of that and I'm prepared to take a fight whenever necessary, Mrs. Wilson", Linda tried to ensure her mentor, doing her best to sound confident. "The fight is not yours to take, Linda" Margaret retorted, "Always remember to make it clear that whatever complaints they may have, you are not the one responsible for handling them. That's what the appeal process is for." "I understand that." Linda said in a somewhat relenting voice before Margaret wound up her introductory speech: "Now, we will begin our round just here around the city centre before driving off to a neighbourhood a few kilometers away before returning here for lunch at about 12. First though, we'll pick out a uniform for you to change into. Come with me." Margaret said as she urged Linda down a small hallway towards the changing room. --- Linda was shown into the room where Margaret picked out a light blue uniform button-up blouse together with a dark blue knee-length skirt, dark brown tights and a pair of uniform loafers. As it was summertime, it had been decided that the otherwise obligatory jacket on top of it all was not required if the weather didn't call for it, the short-sleeved uniform blouse being considered sufficient to mark the authority of a meter maid armed with her sharp pencil and ticket book. Margaret left Linda alone in the changin room, leaving the aspiring young officer to change into her new outfit. After buttoning up her blouse, Linda admired her new professional look in the full-length mirror on the wall, turning sideways and back while the image in the mirror filled her up with confidence. She even caught herself fantisizing about guys being all but delighted to be fined by her due to her uniformed appearance while exercising her femininity over them. Shaking herself back to reality while reminding herself that she was not only on duty, but still very much at the very bottom of the ranks and there to learn, she folded her privade clothes and stowed them away in a locker. As she exited the changing room and headed down the hallway to the main area where she was to rejoing her mentor, she was reminded of that one thing she needed to take care of before heading out, which was to find the restroom and relieve herself from her growing need. She walked the few meters down the hallway, trying to determine which of the few doors could possibly contain a lavatory. Just where the hallway led out to the main area, right at the opposite wall, she noticed that familiar lock indicator below the handle, signalling the promise of abdominal relief in just a few seconds. Linda discreetly grabbed the door handle - Locked. Damnit! Just for good measure, she pulled down the handle once again, tugging on it slightly, but to no avail. Despite not showing any red on the lock indicator, the restroom was obviously in use. Linda cursed the deceiving lack of redness on the lock disc for filling her with anticipation for that brief moment, wondering if whoever was in there would be close to finishing up so she could sneak in before heading out. She folded her arms and leaned against the wall, while casually crossing her legs, eagerly listening for any sound that would indicate the upcoming vacancy of the lavatory...

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

Hello!!! I'm back in a short interval. So after feeling confident in holding a day's worth of pee in my belly(though limited water intake), I'm feeling more adventurous in this journey. Today in the evening i peed for the last time. This is midnight... 1.25 litres inside, along with everything snacks and a soupy porridge(khichdi dish) as dinner inside. Skipped my before bed time pee. Will skip my morning pee and for that poop also😓. Nevermind! So basically I'm planning to hold tomorrow inside a cinema hall. Cinema starts at the noon. I'll try to eat liquid type foods mainly and water for drinks. I just want to feel how does it feel to feel completely helpless and trapped inside a cinema hall while bearing the pain from the lower belly. Oh, obviously I'll be watching this movie alone physically, mentally you helping buddies will be there with me in my fidgeting journey. As the hold has already started 6 hours ago, I've started it. Good night for now. I'll be updating my statuses in the morning as well as just before the movie trailers. In the previous experiment i noticed that if i fill my bladder slowly, then with 2(+-) litres, i can stay sealed for 26-27 hours maybe. Now i wanna make things complicated by consuming more liquids so the cinema hall desperation (which will be like at the 17th hours of my hold) will be really justified by its name. I know my bladder can handle 1.5 litres of pee at its limit(no doubt paining limit, but what's the point of ignoring pain in this journey).. so maybe if i push extra liquids inside, my pain tolerance will be really facing some tough challenges. Well, enough prelude i guess. See you tomorrow morning.

I recently started a new relationship, and while we both knew about various fetishes we had (including bondage, some genderbending and general switchy-ness) my sissy dresses collection caused her to bring out her diaper fetish. As a consequence we are playing around in that, and recently had our first diapered date to the cinema. Dinner and a movie were fun, and due to some tactical teasing and kissing we were both pretty wet and horny by the time we came home. I think we were less subtle then we hoped 😉 We are taking it one step at a time - she has suggested combining my crossdressing with pacifiers and a bottle she has, but that is still a bit of a questionmark for me. We will first play around with some 'forced' wetting and mutual diaper wearing, and then see where things go.

"Who feels like going for a drink in the city?" someone asked. "Sorry, not me," said Susan, "I'm completely done for the week. I'm getting in my car now and driving straight home." "I'll catch up with you on the way," Bart laughed. "My car is broken, but the leasing company is bringing a replacement car in fifteen minutes." The cheerful twinkle in Bart's eyes melted Susan's heart. Since Willem had left her, she had become more than fond of her new colleague. However, being insecure, she had not dared to do anything with those feelings yet. She was well aware that, as a well-proportioned young woman, she was popular with the opposite sex. However, strangely enough, that did not give her the confidence she needed to ask Bart out. After all, he had never shown any sign of liking her more than just being nice. Either way, Susan's mind was now set on something completely different than her attractive colleague. "Have a great weekend, everyone!" Susan grabbed her bag and walked down the hall. She needed to use the bathroom. The three large glasses of water she had had this afternoon had not gone unnoticed. She passed the women's restrooms and walked to the exit. On her smartphone, she checked the traffic reports. At least an hour's delay on her route, she noted with satisfaction. Before getting into her car, she carefully covered the seat with a large plastic bag. She made sure her long coat was on the back seat. Check. Everything was going according to plan. Susan felt a pleasant tension in her bladder. Today it was going to happen! Since it had happened involuntarily half a year ago, she had fantasized about it constantly: peeing in her pants in her car, surrounded by hundreds of unsuspecting drivers on the road. The time she had lost control of her bladder had been a revelation for her. She had discovered how exciting it is to do something that you're not supposed to do as an adult woman, according to social norms. In the past few months, she had peed in her pants in front of the mirror in her bedroom, enjoying the warm sensation on her legs and the sight of the steadily spreading dark spot in her pants. The excitement that had come over her had always ended in a powerful, self-induced orgasm. Two weeks ago, Susan had gone out on the street for the first time in her wet pants. With her heart pounding with excitement at the thought of the secret hidden under her long coat, she had walked through the busy city center for an hour. But she wanted more: she wanted to feel that tension again, the impending loss of control, being overwhelmed by an untamable primal force. And thanks to her full bladder and at least two hours of slow-moving and stopped traffic, it was about to happen now. She was about to leave the parking lot when there was a knock on the passenger door window. It was Bart, who opened the door with a red face from the effort. "Good thing I caught up with you," he gasped. "The leasing company just called to say they can't arrange a replacement car today. Could I maybe ride with you?" Bart lived less than a kilometer from her, and she had just confidently stated that she would drive straight home. Susan couldn't think of any excuse why she couldn't give Bart a lift. "Sure, no problem," she forced a smile. A moment later, Bart was sitting next to her, talking non-stop about his plans for the weekend. Susan began to panic slightly: there she was, facing hours of traffic with a pressing need to go to the bathroom, sitting next to the man she wanted to impress more than anyone else. She wouldn't make it home dry without going to the bathroom. She had done everything she could to make that impossible. The restroom in the office building was tempting, but she found it embarrassing to make a U-turn after only ten meters of driving for a bathroom break. That would make a strange impression on her passenger. She had always had difficulty talking to others about going to the bathroom. She knew that everyone did it, but she preferred not to remind other people that she had such primitive needs. Now she couldn't avoid it, but she decided to wait until the first gas station on the highway. She had to be able to make it. To relieve some of the pressure on her bladder, she squeezed her thighs tightly together. While Susan hurriedly drove towards the highway, she tried to chat with Bart. But she could hardly concentrate on what he was saying. She felt like she could lose control of her bladder at any moment. If she didn't reach a toilet soon, she would pee in her pants in front of her handsome colleague like a little child. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bart looking at her. "Hey, why are you sitting on a plastic bag?" he suddenly asked. Shit. That stupid thing popped out from under her legs. "Uh, these pants stain the upholstery," was the first thing she could think of. She immediately realized how idiotic it sounded: she had deliberately worn a slightly faded pair of jeans because they gave the most exciting stains when wet. But Bart seemed to accept her explanation. After ten kilometers on the highway, she took the relieving exit to the gas station. "Sorry, I need to use the toilet," she apologized, hastily getting out of the car. "No problem, it's better than doing it in your pants," Bart joked. Susan felt herself blush. Bart had no idea that was exactly what she had planned. She sighed in relief as she emptied her bladder with a clattering sound in the somewhat grimy but oh so welcome Shell toilet a little later. There seemed to be no end to her pee. She would never have been able to hold it for hours. She pulled up her underwear and jeans, grateful that they would remain bone dry today. "Okay, we're good to go," she said cheerfully as she got back behind the wheel. Not much later, they joined the end of a traffic jam. According to the radio, it was an extremely busy rush hour. It would take at least two more hours for them to get home. Although her original plan had fallen through, this sounded like music to Susan's ears: she would have Bart all to herself for a nice long time. Her relief at having an empty bladder was so great that her shyness had disappeared spontaneously. She chatted with Bart about small talk topics, feeling relaxed, and he seemed to be enjoying the conversation just as much as she was. They had just started talking about their mutual vacation plans when Susan realized she needed to pee again. Not as badly as before, but much more than you would expect twenty minutes after going to the bathroom. In her head, she went through what she had drunk that day. The three glasses of water she had in the afternoon were certainly good for a liter, but to make sure she would be bursting when she left, she had also had the necessary tea and coffee in the morning. And a cup of milk at lunch... She didn't know exactly what the average woman's bladder capacity was, but when Susan added up her fluid intake for the day, she could only conclude that her pee just now had only been the tip of the iceberg. Her body had now begun to eliminate the rest of the excess fluid. Initially, Susan wasn't too worried. She had already proven today that she could hold her pee for a long time, so she figured she could handle the few hours in the car. But soon she realized that her bladder was filling up at an accelerated pace. She began to panic, frantically trying to think of where the nearest toilet was. At cruising speed, it was at least another half an hour to the next gas station, she calculated. But the traffic had just come to a complete stop, so the much-needed bathroom could have been in Timbuktu for all she knew. "Why are you suddenly so quiet?" Bart asked. "Sorry, I'm a little tired," Susan replied. In the next half hour, they covered a measly five kilometers. Less than an hour after her liberating bathroom visit, Susan once again felt like her bladder could explode at any moment. Restlessly, she shifted in her seat. She might be able to hold it for another fifteen minutes, but her self-created doom was inevitable: whether she wanted to or not, she was going to pee her pants. Susan thought back to how it had gone last time. She had resisted nature's call with all her might, and as a result, had lost control of her body for ten whole seconds. Perhaps it would be better if she took matters into her own hands this time, and controlled the release of her pee little by little. Hopefully, her pants wouldn't get soaked through so quickly, and the liquid, which would inevitably seek the lowest point, could reach her seat undetected. If she behaved as normally as possible, Bart might not notice anything! With a sideways glance at the man next to her, Susan cautiously relaxed her sphincter muscle. Immediately, she felt the familiar sensation of warm liquid filling her panties. A moment later, she regained control of her bladder with some effort. She looked down as inconspicuously as possible. The fabric of her jeans between her legs showed a small wet spot, but Bart probably wouldn't be able to see it from his position. Susan let some more urine flow again, this time for a little longer. She felt her buttocks becoming damp. Unconsciously, she let out a sigh. "Isn't this traffic frustrating?" said Bart. "Yes, very annoying," said Susan, secretly releasing a warm stream from her body for the third time. "Could you pass me my bag, please?" Bart handed her the handbag he had placed on the floor in front of him when they got in the car. Susan took out a tissue and pretended to blow her nose. She casually left the bag on her lap, shielding the slowly growing wet spot in her crotch. She dared to relax a little more, but remained constantly aware of her thoroughly wet buttocks. Two endless hours later, Susan parked her car in front of Bart's house. Her bladder was still about to burst. During the ride, she had been able to relieve some of the pressure by letting a little bit of pee out at a time, but because the back of her pants had limited absorption capacity, she still had to hold back. If she had opened all the floodgates, the pee would undoubtedly have seeped through to the front of her pants, and her handbag would no longer have hidden her shame from Bart. To her dismay, Bart had even offered to put her bag on the back seat, but she had managed to dissuade him with an excuse. "Hey, I was thinking," said Bart. "You're probably too tired to cook for yourself. Why don't you join me for dinner? I'll make a delicious risotto." Having dinner at Bart's house! Susan would have loved nothing more, but she had made it impossible for herself. "Uh, some other time, please," she stammered. "But I'm really tired now. I'm going to lie on the couch at home." "I have a couch too, you know," Bart said invitingly. "No, thank you, I really prefer to go home." Bart seemed disappointed but didn't insist further. "Okay, have a nice weekend then. And thanks for the ride!" Susan let out a deep sigh. She had made it. She had wet herself, but Bart hadn't noticed a thing. Now that all the tension was released, Susan could no longer hold her protesting bladder in check. Before she had even left the street, she felt her body fluid rushing out uncontrollably between her legs. She threw her handbag on the back seat and looked in amazement at her pants, which became soaking wet in a matter of seconds. The modest wet spot in her crotch rapidly spread over the inside of her thighs. The fabric around her buttocks was now completely saturated. Moisture began to drip from the plastic bag on the floor. Undoubtedly, the makeshift protective layer would not adequately protect the seat of her chair. She didn't care and made no effort to regain control. She continued to pee in one long spurt that seemed to last forever. Like a baby, she was peeing herself, but she felt stronger than ever. No one could touch her. She did whatever she felt like doing, defying all prevailing conventions. Involuntarily, she pressed the gas pedal a little harder. When a traffic light turned red, she quickly made an extra sprint. Adrenaline surged through her body. It took a while for the police car's stop sign to penetrate her consciousness and for her to crash back down to earth. "So, madam," said the officer when Susan rolled down her window, "it seems like you were in quite a hurry. You just drove through the red light at full speed. Do you have an explanation for that?" "No, I'm sorry," said Susan meekly, "I just wasn't paying attention. I understand if I get a fine for that." With her arms, she tried to hide the large wet spots on her pant legs as best she could. "I do need to issue you a ticket for this," said the officer. "May I see your driver's license?" Shit. Susan's driver's license was in the bag she had just thrown onto the back seat with a big sweep. It was out of her reach. She would have to turn a quarter turn and stretch to reach it. The officer would have a clear view of her soaking wet behind. She started sweating. For the second time today, she had gotten herself into trouble. "No, sorry," she answered as kindly as possible, "I accidentally left my driver's license at home this morning. Could you perhaps check my details based on my license plate?" "Could you step out of the car, please?" asked the officer. "It's easier to talk that way." He clearly had no intention of letting Susan off easily. "Um, can't we just do it like this, I uh..." stuttered Susan. "Madam, I request that you leave your vehicle," the man repeated in a pressing tone. It was clear that the officer would not tolerate any objections, and that Susan would only get herself into more trouble if she refused to cooperate. Hesitantly, Susan opened the door and stepped out of the car. She felt the soaking wet fabric of her pants sticking to her legs. She could have died of shame. "As you probably know," the officer began his sermon, "since 2005, every citizen from the age of 14 must have a form of identification..." He didn't finish his sentence. The stern expression on his face gave way to astonishment. It took him a while to realize what he was seeing. Standing before him was an attractive young woman with shoulder-length blond hair, bright green eyes, and feminine curves in all the right places, who had wet herself. The large wet spot in the crotch of her jeans, which she was unsuccessfully trying to cover with her hands, left no doubt about this. In the reflection of the car window, he could see that the fabric around her well-shaped buttocks was soaked. Ashamed, Susan looked down at her feet. "Y-you can go home," stammered the officer, bewildered. "We all make mistakes." After one last shy glance at Susan's pants, he walked back to his car. With a pounding heart, Susan slammed the door behind her as she arrived home. The car ride had become more thrilling than she had anticipated. First, she had secretly wet herself in front of her colleague, and then she had exposed herself to a complete stranger. She had endured anxious moments, but now that she was safely home, excitement took over. She took off the long coat that had concealed her wet pants from unsuspecting passersby on the street. In her bedroom mirror, she examined the dark blue stains on her pants. She flopped down on her bed. When she rolled over, large moist spots remained where her buttocks had touched the sheet. She lay on her back and ran her hands over her wet pant legs. She pulled her pants down and touched her soaked panties. Then Susan could no longer resist the desire to touch herself in that one sensitive spot. Moments later, she experienced her most explosive orgasm in ages.

Hello all! Currently having a driveway installed at my house and the men drink so much tea! It’s got me thinking about where all that tea goes. They haven’t asked to use our bathroom once or showed any overt signs of needing to pee, but I’m sure they must be feeling it. Either that or iron bladders! Anyway, it made me think about the other, maybe less obvious, professions where people have to hold it in. Maybe because they don’t have access to a bathroom or they can’t leave for whatever reason. Does anyone have any ideas? The more obscure the better!

Hello.... I'm back again with a slightly enthusiastic mood. Slightly cause i couldn't sleep yesterday and I'm feeling a lil grumpy this morning(12:40 pm)...Butttt! I had a cute plan yesterday! As previously wished, I'm executing a 24 hours' hold for the first time! Yesterday at the evening (~ 7 pm), i peed for the last time... But since then i consumed 1.4 litres of water , actually i had to do some workouts, so had to. Long story short, I think in this realm of omorashi, there're two ways how you can go desperate, either increase the amount of liquid intake or increase the amount of holding time with normal hydration. In my today's experiment, i'am trying to fix the time part. I must adapt myself in a total day's timespan(i.e, atleast 24 hours). The other part is kept normal (i.e, no abnormally extra liquid, cause let's be honest, every start of a new journey should be cherished by some baby steps, rushing will just lead failures. So I'm not making me hyped up by some excess liquids just to fail without reaching my target. I will eventually increase my liquid intake though once i feel okay to execute such 'one pee a day' routine with my current water intake(maybe a lil extra than 2 litres). So yes, i still have some remaining water intake. But I'm really feeling excited af to execute such a cozily submissive plan!!!!! Probably that's my way of feeling less grumpy. Anyway!!!! I thought of writing this experiment after complete execution. But i was kinda excited yet lonely. So thought of coming to this platform in between the process. And you know what's the best part of today's experiment?! I may continue beyond 24 hours also. Everything uncertain. What is certain is that I'll last atleast 24 hours with a minimum 2 litres of water. What's not certain is that whether I'll be granted a relief after i reach my today's aim. And tbh, after reaching the aim, i may start to increase the water intake also. Because you know it right? 😉, I'm a lil pain experimenting type. I just wish to be a doll type, no humanly urges, pure submission. And I've made up my mind to train me to be a perfect little doll for my dedicated one. Thanks.

hello everyone ! today i wanted to write a story about sagiri yamada asaemon, a female character in hell's paradise. i invite you to read the synopsis if you didn't watched or read the anime/manga. i apologize for my bad english, im not a native so its hard sometimes. sagiri ran into the forest at full speed, to catch up with his detainee, gabimaru. in fact, after their arrival on the island each group took a different path to hope to find the coveted elexir of life. but as she let her guard down for a second, gabimaru jumped on her and took her to some nearby bushes, he covered her mouth with one hand and with the other he put his fingers on his mouth to signal her to stay quiet. her eyes filled with doubts, she slowly removed her hand from her mouth then, in a burst of courage, she took out her katana to face the danger. in front of her, a monster devoid of logic. a large fish head on the body of a statue. she began to run at full speed, positioning her katana in an offensive manner, then in two blows, the monster was decapitated. - get out of there vermin. were you afraid of this miserable monster? she asked - i wasn't, replied gabimaru - then what's the point in hiding ? - did you ever seen this in japan ? - of course not ? - so you dont now nothing about them ? right ? - and ? - i was not hiding because of fear but to learn about them. - oh hum.. i see... because of all this effort, I'm dying of thirst, she said, let's find a place to drink and there we will establish a strategy to evolve in this forest after about thirty minutes of walking, they found a small lake. the water was so transparent that you would think there was none. as sagiri, thirsty, trotted over to the water to drink, gabimaru stopped her. -really ? he said. are you a new born or something ? - i don't think this water is poisoned, she replied - i'll test it anyway he then dipped his hands in the water, then tasted it. in fact, his ninja training had made him impervious to poisons. after a few seconds it confirmed that the water was drinkable. sagiri then rushed to gabimaru's side and started drinking. she drank for almost 5 minutes without stopping.after that they thought about how to move forward in the forest however, due to their lack of knowledge, no plan seemed interesting. In the end, since they arrived late, they just rested while the forest was quiet because they didn't know when they would be able to sleep next.two hours later sagiri was awakened by a strange sensation in her stomach. It only took her a few seconds before she realized she had to pee. she hadn't done it since midday before they left for the island and now she felt the effect of the water she had drunk.she got up embarrassed to head towards the bushes before realizing that gabimaru was awake and looking at her. - what are you doing, keep sleeping, we dont know when we're gonna sleep again. - it's not your buisness, leave me alone and sleep. then thinking she was hidden behind a pile of bushes, she slowly undid the belt of her kimono. then she lowered her pants to her knees, however just as she was about to pee, she was interrupted by a blow coming from behind. she was projected a few meters further. quickly she got up then put her pants back on followed by her kimono. in addition to having the problem of a bladder that filled up quickly, she didn't have her katana. the fight seemed difficult. to be continued...

So, it happened last week, We had multiple mid-term exams and by Friday I was really spent and couldn't concentrate anymore, especially after weeks of non-stop studying... I hope I'll get some good grades at least. Normally because of the stress I tend to pee a lot more often during times like this, so knowing I'll struggle and have a hard time staying calm, and not think just about peeing during such important times, I did something really risky: I wore my pull-ups for the first time at school... Initially, I was super scared and paranoid that maybe someone was going to find out about it ( I would probably die of shame in that case... ), so I tried really hard to hide them by wearing very thick clothes ( skirts over pants and leggings so they won't be visible and make any sound ), but to my surprise no one did, which I'm extremely grateful for. The pull-ups really got my back during taking the exams. By the second hour I was already at my limit so I had no choice but to use them a few times, and they didn't leak at all ( they sometimes would leak during the night if I pee more than usual, but this time I was SAFE ). At first I was really scarred someone was going to hear me doing it (it's kind of loud so I try to release it as slow and little as I can), but thankfully no one did ( now that I think about it everybody was stressed and concentrated on their papers, so it makes complete sense to ignore anything else), and by the the third exam I just didn't care anymore and peed whenever I needed to without worrying. What can I say except that wearing them during school made things a lot easier for me ( like that I didn't have to spend all my free time on the toilet) and seeing that I probably won't be found out even if I wear one during the day made me seriously think about wearing them at school from now on( at least during winter when I can hide them ). This story is on the shorter side compared to my previous ones, there weren't many interesting things that happened and everything worked out well this time ( I hope the exams too... ), but I hope you'll enjoy this one too ❤️

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Character Subject- Emma Point of View- 1st Person (Female) Contents- Desperation, Wetting Genre- Fiction I sat hunched somewhat over a round, wooden, table, inside of our well decorated house, looking at the hanging skulls, dark colored plants atop bookshelves, black carpeting, and closed curtains covered in bats. That's what you get when you enter a house owned by two goth girls. Speaking of, my wife, Emma sits across from me. Today she wears a short sleeved, black, button up blouse with simple, black knee length skirt, and a pair of Mary Janes. You'd never guess the color. She doesn't tend to wear socks with these, and doesn't wear stockings or leggings unless its cold out, the fair skin of her legs and arms showed. I'm also privy to such special knowledge such as knowing that she currently wears solid green panties with a black, lacy band and a bow. A glorious knowledge, indeed. She wore her short brown hair with no particular fashion, only a clip to keep her bangs out of her face. Emma sat with her hands on her lap, reserved and modest in all things, much more elegant then my crude ass. I'm not sure how such a lady decided that me, of all people, was the one, but I'm not complaining. During our boring, light chat, her facial expressions never changed much, unless she made them on purpose. I still such a hard time reading her, even a year into our marriage. She's getting better at opening up to me, at least. Emma drank her tea with graceful, simple movements, never wasting so much as a single once of effort. Meanwhile, I'm drinking a soda, because I'm an American, and we have a healthy diet and lifestyle. Nyeh! Stop judging me! Emma held a smaller plate in front of her chest and took sips from her cup from it. A needless extra step for me, but, hey, it DOES look refined... and I'm not complaining. This is the proper lady that I fell in love with. “What are you using an extra plate for? Then only way you could be more pompous is if you held out your pinky.” I said. But I WILL give her shit for it. “Hmm? I'm not sure what you mean, love.” Emma tilted her head and showed a soft smile. Damn I'm weak to that smile... “This plate allows me to enjoy my tea while maintaining my posture. You should try it some time.” Said without so much of batting an eye. So, being the mature woman that I am, I stuck my tongue out at her. “Do try to act your age, love.” “It's a threat. I'll use it on you.” I said. “Don't threaten me with a good time, love.” Emma took a sip of her tea while I chuckled to myself like a teenager. “Are you almost done? We're gonna be late to that movie.” I said. Emma put her tea and plate down. “I'm finished. But I need to take care of something before we go.” “We have five minutes.” I said. “Oh, my. The time really flies, doesn't it?” Emma stood up and held an upright, open palm at me, arm out and bent at her waist. “Shall we be leaving, then?” I stood up and held her hand. “I'll drive.” I said. “Y-you will?” Emma looked aside and held the curled fingers from her other hand in front of her mouth. “The way you drive, we'll never get their in time.” I said. “...It's... just that...” Emma began, but gave up mid-sentence. “Pay attention to the road, please.” “No promises.” After reaching the movie theater while only hitting two curves and only ALMOST hitting ONE car (a new low record, I might add), we survived my driving skills. It's not that I'm a bad driver... more like, I want to get places today. Or yesterday. Or last week. or... you get the point. “Should we get something to eat or drink?” I said as we passed the concessions stand. “You don't need anymore frizzy drinks, love. And the snacks are a tad overpriced, don't you think?” “Yeah. Let's just go. We're already late.” I said. “You didn't get us here yesterday? How shocking, love. Are your skills slipping?” “That would have required me hitting AT LEAST twice the number of curbs.” I said. “Hm. Then it might be best you didn't.” Emma said. We entered the rather boring and standard movie theater, took our seats, and prepared to watch our chick flick. Time passed. Movie happened. Drinks and snacks were not consumed. About halfway into the movie, I noticed Emma shifting her weight somewhat. She crossed her leg at the knees, placing her hands over them. I can tell, despite not being able to read her face, that her face didn't seem as relaxed as it normally is, not tense, but no relaxed. Ha. I entertained the idea that she needed to pee. She didn't even buy a drink, so how'd that even be possible. Not that I can ever tell when she has to pee. She's too subtle about it. I always find out when she's excusing herself to the restroom. Disappointing, but what can expect about a girl so reserved and modest as her? I really don't like other people knowing I have to pee either, though, I'm much worse at hiding it. Fifteen minutes later, I noticed Emma shifting her leg back down and placing her hands on her lap. She released a deep breathe. I'm getting considered now, that SOMETHING is the matter. “Hey... you ok?” I whispered. “I'm just fine, love. Watch the movie.” Emma deflected my worries with both grace and ease, something she's pretty damned good at. It's not a good thing to not be able to tell if your partner's feeling upset or not. I know she's getting better at it though, and it isn't something she's going to be able to just stop. So I let it go. Somewhat. “Ok, but... if something's wrong, tell me? Ok?” I said. “I assure you, love, that I will.” Emma gave her small smile again. Ok. I can't force her. I got back to watching the movie. An hour into the movie, I noticed Emma hunched forward, body stiff. Sometimes, she closed her eyes for a second. Good it really just be that? I've never seen her like this. Emma gasped soft, grabbing her purse to place on her lap, then shoved one hand in her crotch. Oh. It IS that. And I love THAT. Emma's eyes trailed to the side of her skull, flashes of light from the movie screen showing her bright red face. Seeing me looking at her, she moved her hand. “What's wrong?” I said. I know. I want her to say it. “...N-nothing. I... aah...” Emma closed one eye, still maintaining the majority of that lady like composure that I know her for. For her to have to pee so badly it's ACUTALLY showing... Good god is that hot! “Nothing?” I said. “...That tea I drank earlier is getting to me.” Emma admitted with a lower voice then the whispers we used to communicate. She didn't even face me when saying it. “Was it bad? Are you sick? Should we leave?” I said. Come on. Say it. I want you to say it. “Love, I...” Emma continued saying forward. “I... I need a wee.” Her face burned brighter then before. YES! If she's not wet from leaking, I certainly am now! “Is that all? I thought you were hurt, or something.” I said. “...It's a tad embarrassing for me to admit. Please, focus on the movie. We wanted to see it... don't worry about me.” Emma shifted a bit while saying this. This is much more interesting then the movie. “Ok.” I turned to watch the movie. For long enough for Emma shove her hand back into her crotch, so I could watch her struggle against her filling bladder. Wiggling in her seat and winching at every wave of pressure, she leaned forward more and more. Emma turned her head downwards to avoid looking at anyone head on, but still high enough to eye the movie. The thought crossed my mind on why she didn't just... use the bathroom. She's not bladder shy (only not wanting to show her need) and doesn't mind public restrooms. So... I guess she's really into the movie? It's coming to a close soon, so that might help. I'm glad to get to see her desperation. I took in every little movement, the subtle sway of her knees, the slow back and forth in her seat, the more controlled breathing. It's almost too much. “Ooh...” Emma released soft moan, crushing her crotch with both hands while closing both eyes. “Ooh, I need a wee...” Good god... I almost don't want this movie to end, but I also really don't want her to suffer that embarrassing fate, and my worry for her is beginning to override my hornless for her. Gladly for Emma, (maybe not so much for me or you), the movie did end soon. The lights returned and people poured out of the room. But Emma sat tight. Confused, I waited for her. She turned to face me, holding an upturned palm at me, arm bent at the waist. “D-did you enjoy the movie? I-I quite liked it myself.” Emma said. Good god, girl! Your STILL trying to maintain that proper lady bullshit when it's clear your about to burst? It's really hot but... also kinda stupid. With proper lighting I could see the strain on her face better. She even moved the hand that was clutching her crotch to her thigh. Two can play this game. “Ready to head home?” I said. Knowing full well how... full she was. “N-not quite, love! I should use the loo before we leave.” Emma said. She barely missed a beat. “You need to go that bad? I can't tell.” I said. Lies. Emma paused. “...Yes, love. I'm.... rather bursting. Let's head to a toilet.” Emma said. Seems like after the first time, it's easier to admit her need. Or her desperation is crushing her refinement. I don't know how she's going to take what I'm about to say. We've gotten into kinky stuff before but... not this. Most people who aren't into this think it's gross... “Emma, hold it until we get home.” I said. “What?” Emma adjusted her gaze on me, as if that helped her hear me. “I'm asking you to hold your bladder until we get home.” I repeated myself. “...Love... I... I'm not sure if I can. I've already... um... hm.” Emma closed her eyes. “Well, my knickers are... not exactly dry.” I loved hearing that. But it's a bit more concerning too! “It's only a drop, but...” “If you don't think you'll make it, just go. I don't want you having an accident.” I said. “Or do you now?” Emma said. “Huh?” I blinked. “I've noticed you staring at me the entire time I've been desperate. Is my my naughty little love into watersports? Hmm?” Emma held a horizontal hand over her mouth, winching with one closed eye partway though. “Aah...” Now I'm the one who's bright red... I froze, silent, staring. “It's ok, love. I'll hold on for you.” Emma stood up, slow and careful. She leaned onto the seat next to her, holding her purse in front of her waist to continue gripping her crotch with some privacy. “You will?” I said, befuddled. “I will, love. But let's go! I don't have long.” Emma said. “I'll drive.” I said. Seeing the worried look on her face, I kept talking. “Your in no condition to. And I'll be careful! I can do that when I'm not focused on speed.” “I worry you might be a tad... distracted.” “Oh, I will be.” I said. “That's not reassuring, love...” “Only during red lights.” I said. “If you promise me.” “I promise.” I said. Emma doesn't walk quickly normally, but now she slowed down to nurse her overfull bladder. She standing upright (which MUST hurt) to maintain her demeanor, we moved to our car, and she sat in the passenger said. Her, she let her purse lie with her feet as she strapped herself in. Immediately after, she shoved both hands into her crotch and leaned forward. “Nnn...” She moaned soft. “Hurry... it's getting worse.” Part of me wanted to tease her. But I'm not risking doing anything that would actually hurt her. So I nodded and drove off. The movie theater is fifteen minutes away when your not driving like a bat out of hell, and I'm not this time, so Emma has some enduring to do. And endure she did! She wiggled in her seat more, releasing soft moans while wincing at every little spike in pressure. I noticed her breathing slowed, turning much more rigid. “Ooo...” She clamped both eyes down and cringed. Now that it's just us, she seemed a lot less embarrassed about it, at least she's not blushing. “Oh.. I'm leaking more...” “We're both a little wet now.” I said. For those who want to know, I don't have to pee, like at all. Sorry. “Oh, my naughty little love... do try to wait until we get home. Can you do that?” “I don't know. It's tempting to pull over and take you here.” I said. “T-toilet first please!” Emma said, now blushing. “Toilets are optional.” “Toilets are NOT optional! Ha-HAAAH!” Emma released a louder then normal moan crushing her crotch with a tightened grip. Looking at her skirt, I could see a bead of wetness on it. “We're almost there.” I switched back to concerned mode instantly. “I'm not worried.” Emma said, SOMEHOW switching back to elegant reserved mode. Also, that's a dirty damned lie! Not that I could tell be reading her face. Emma squirmed in her seat, shifting which leg she crossed over and over while moaning soft as we drove to our house. At this point, she hunched over just about as much as she could, closing her eyes whenever she didn't need them. “We're here.” I said. She didn't say a word. Emma undid her seat beat and opened her door with one hand while I did my own and circled the car to reach her. She tumbled out of the car, bent over standing with crossed legs with hands stuffed in her crotch. I could see her legs shaking to support her weight without adding extra pressure onto her bladder. She glanced at me sheepish. “Are you quite enjoying this, love?” She's still trying to remain reserved. God damn. It's not quite working anymore, but... the fact she's trying at all! “Only a lot.” I said. Emma nudged her head towards our house. I walked beside my wife as she hobbled, slow, step by step, foot length by foot length, taking what seemed like an eternity just to reach the front door. A necessary evil with an overfilled bladder. It makes you want to rush because it's too full, but you can't rush because it's too full. “Ah... AAH!” Emma moaned, wincing with closed eyes, pushing her legs shut while bending her knees. I could see why... a trail of urine rolled down the back of one of her legs. After a moment, the wave passed, and she returned to... hobbling. She shot me a wicked glare. “Don't make me wait! Look at me!” “Huh?” I said. I figured out why she said that. We waited in front of the front door, she holding her bladder, waiting for me to unlock the door as I... stared at her. I forgot... “D-distracted are we, love?” Emma said. “Just a lot.” I said as I searched for my set of keys from my purse. After unlocking it, I held open the door wide for Emma, so she could wobble her way in. Now she's shaking all over and I watched beads of sweat foam at her eyebrow ridge. Oh. She really is about to have an accident, huh? I closed the door behind us. Emma kicked her shoes off to the side. “Ooo! I have to wee so bad, love!” Emma spoke this at a normal volume. I guess she's fine with it now, since it's only us. “I'm going to wet me knickers...” Her accent's regressing a bit, from stress, maybe. But... why did she seem... “Oh, love... It's good that I made it here, but I'm afraid I don't have it in me to reach the toilet...” She glanced up at me. She's... doing this on purpose, isn't she? “Run and get me a towel, love.” Oh my god, she IS doing this on purpose! I obeyed, nearly sprinting, to not miss any second of this. I laid the towel down and she stepped onto it. Emma swayed side to side, her desperate moans now mixed with pleasure. Her rigid breathing long and drawn out. Her body shaking, drops of sweat falling from her face. “Ooo...” She closed her eyes, not wincing, but enjoying, the wave of pressure wrack her bladder, squeezing urine that would trail down the same leg as before. “Ooo... It's such a naughty pleasure of mine... I hope you can forgive me, love...” “Forgive?” “Because I...” Emma winced and clutched her crotch as hard as she could. I heard a sharp hiss, and a stream poured between her leg. At this point, the wet bead on her skirt evolved into a big, wet patch. “...I can't... anymore... AHAAH!” Emma moaned as the hissing returned, sharp and loud. Waves of urine rolled down both of her legs and between them. “Aaah...” She closed her eyes, soaking in the pleasure as her cascade of fluid soaked the front her skirt, creating a damp trail that rained down with the other streams. She let go of her crotch by now, standing upright to lift her skirt up and show me her solid green panties with a black, lacy band and a bow. Now soaked, urine pouring out from the fibers clinging tight to her glorious camel toe. The flood continued trickling down her body and clothes, her head upturned as she enjoyed the mess she created with closed eyes. All of the urine accumulated in a growing wet patch on the towel she stood over. After more then a minute of this glorious cascade of golden fluid, she finally (and sadly) ran out. Emma sighed, a mixture of pleasure and relief. One might say that I am just about as wet as she is right now. Emma opened her eyes. “Did you enjoy that, love? You were staring, my naughty little, love...” “Of course I was! That was the point!” I said. “It sure was, love. A show of affection, just for my love...” Emma took the lowest button of her blouse into her fingers. “Now, let's move on to the next part, shall we, love?” Mesmerized, I followed her hands as they moved up her blouse and undid the buttons one by one. I knew that this meant we were in for a good time.

Hello kinky mates. Hope ya'll are doing well. Here I'm present again with another kinky experimenting idea. As you know, holding is my main kink, not the wetting. So yes, I was kinda sad when my previous holding also turned into leaking accident without my intention. It feels really bad to be peeing , i like to stay always sealed down there, no matter how painful it is getting inside my tummy. So i have come up with a different idea. Maybe in my last holding 3.2 litres of liquid intake was too much. I can stay in a 2 litres mark and try being sealed for an entire day. You know once my daddy after listening about my 'oshigama' kinks for the first time, told about doing penetration in the very morning. So that my bladder stays full then. I was so impressed by such instantaneous wonderful plan, he knew nothing about omorashi before, but out of care to my kinky desires, he came up with such awesomely cozy plans. For now, we're not together though, but i can train myself in this meantime. I feel cozy when i do things that comply with his intentions. I'll train myself to be holding my evening to night time pee all day everyday! Just to function as a human, I'll pee once a day, maybe in the afternoon. But apart from that it's constant holding. Evening time liquids will make my night time squirmingly painful a bit, but I'll hold to train myself according to his before mentioned plan. Such a beautiful submissive kick. And the hold will not end in the morning. I'll be trying to stay sealed even after he pumps me with his seeds in the morning in my already bulging belly. I'll be his personal toy. Always ready to be filled up, never demanding any release . Infact just after he fills up me, I'll try to hold with more strength, so that all his seeds stay inside my pussy. Just like all the other liquids in pee form. I'll be peeing only if he tells me to do so. Once in a day. Just to be human, not an actual doll(which infact i want to be). But the focus is to pee once in a 24 hours' day. Maybe i can then further increase it to 36 hours' or maybe 48 hours' hold. In the weekends type holidays, when he'll be free to accompany me all time and thus I'll be more submissive . So basically the objective of this post was to declare this training of mine. I want to train myself in holding my night pee in all days, and sleeping with a full bladder and then skipping my morning pee also. Currently not possible everyday, but i can try this atleast twice a week! Then maybe it'll be a habit, and finally i can be ready to be his personal bag . A liquid full bag. He can inject any liquid inside that whenever he wants and even plug me or glue my lips together thereafter. It feels awesome to be surrounded by my daddy from inside out. I'll post the result once i execute this. How does it feel to tolerate a full bladder for the whole night and not to grant a release in the morning. Everything subtly. So that nobody knows about my suffering. Only me trying to stay with my daddy's presence everytime. Thanks for giving this random expression a read.

So a few days ago, I was sitting outside while my boyfriend and his friend worked on a car. I was out there for moral support and had no intention of where this story ends, but simply was enjoying the grey, kinda rainy day. I was sitting in the grass a few feet from the car, just trying to meditate and enjoy the outdoors. After sitting there for a while, I wound up needing to pee. That is when I decided, why not. I was wearing my black athletic skirt so no one would see and even if they did I had been sitting in the grass on a rainy day. So, I just let go and started peeing myself right there by the cars. It was ecstatic. Effortless. Like as soon as I made the decision, my muscles complied and just relaxed. Pee was gushing out and if someone had been close enough, they may have heard the subtle hiss of the stream. I felt like I peed forever and it was one of the best pees I've ever had. Definitely think something like this will happen again!