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I am going to continue my recent spate of publishing stories I have saved over the years and reworked. This was a real favourite and again, I am pretty sure it was originally posted on Experience Project. I have weaved some of my desperation magic over it, but this isnlt far off the original, that was posted as an experience, and I absolutely love it! I set my alarm for 7am to give me time to get ready as I was popping into work to finish up some paperwork but needed to be back for lunch with the family at 2pm. For some unknown reason my alarm decided not to go off so I woke at almost 8am in a panic, I leapt out of bed, quickly showered, pulled on my bra and knickers, tights and a tight pencil skirt and white blouse. I was meeting my boss at work briefly so opted for high heels instead of my daily work wear flats. As I pulled on my coat and grabbed my car keys I realised my bladder was full and I had neglected my morning pee, but work was only 40 mins away, maybe even less with the quiet Sunday roads so I opted to wait until I arrived instead of making myself even later. I grabbed my tablets and a bottle of water, throwing my tablets down my neck and swallowing down the whole litre bottle of water, wow I was thirsty! I rushed out to the car and jumped in, taking out my phone to quickly ring my boss to inform him I was on my way. I placed my key in the ignition and the car spluttered and coughed, I tried again and again but to no avail... It just would not start! What a superb day I was having! I left the car and decided to catch the bus to the train station; I waited almost 15 minutes for the bus, forgetting it was Sunday so everything was limited service. I needed to pee and was already regretting not spending 5 minutes relieving myself before leaving the house, I was also regretting the high heels as my feet were already sore from standing up. Eventually the bus arrived and I took a seat for the 15 minute journey to the train station. I was right and there was very little traffic so it took no time at all to arrive at the train station, I ran off the bus and into the ticket office, only to find that there was nobody there, so I rushed down to the platform. The ticket machine there was not working either, so I decided to buy my ticket on the train instead. There was only one bench at the station and someone had been sick all over it so I stood up. This was the curse of Sunday morning travel I suppose! I paced up and down the platform trying to keep warm and take my mind off my need to pee. I was starting to feel a bit bursting now, but knew as soon as I went upstairs to use the toilet the train would inevitably arrive. Half an hour passed and still no train, I was cold, desperate to pee and my feet hurt, I decided that it would be nice to sit down even for a minute on the loo and relieve my bursting bladder. I walked back up the long ramp to the ticket office and approached the toilet, it was locked “Please obtain keys from ticket booth” read the sign on the door... It was closed, the station appeared abandoned! I looked around, bobbing up and down as I did, trying to find some relief from my now aching bladder. As I searched for a member of staff I noticed a sign lying flat on the floor in front of an empty easel, I picked it up and re-instated it. “Due to repairs no trains will be running today, a railway replacement bus is available every hour on the hour from the front of the station” I growled in frustration and exited, glancing at my watch as I did so, 20 minutes more to wait. I decided to walk to the bus stop to see when the next bus to town was, I had just missed one so had half an hour to wait, and I decided the railway replacement bus was a better solution so walked the 5 minutes back to the station. I hadn’t planned on so much walking in my heels and my feet were extremely sore, I slipped my shoes off one by one and placed my feet on the cold flagstones, it was bliss for my aching toes but agony on my bladder, which spasmed as the cold moved through my body. I slipped my shoes back on and winced, positioning myself behind a wall to hide from the icy cold wind, I found I was not overlooked so tried to place my hand into my crotch to give myself some very much needed relief from my now aching lips, to my dismay my skirt was too tight so I couldn’t get near it without hiking up my skirt, which I could not do in broad daylight for fear of being discovered. Eventually the coach turned up, about 5 minutes late but still, it was here and best of all it was a coach meaning it would no doubt have a toilet on board. The doors opened and a wave of heat hit me, I hobbled up the steps keen to take the weight off my feet, I smiled at the driver and turned to face the coach... It was packed! I found a seat next to a very smart looking man, I longed to run straight to the back and throw myself down onto the toilet bowl but didn’t want everyone to know how desperate I was so decided to sit for a while then make a casual stroll there after ten minutes or so. I tried hard to sit still but I was desperate for a wee, so I couldn’t help fidgeting. I bobbed my leg up and down uncontrollably and decided that I couldn’t wait much longer. I was still trying to exude a calm exterior, so decided I’d wait until the next station then get up to pee. “I bet you’re freezing” came a voice next to me, “I’m sorry?” I blurted startled, “I can feel you shivering against my leg, would you like to swap seats the heater is burning my ankle here” I was confused, I didn’t think I was shivering, then I realised, the bobbing of my leg must have felt like shivering to him. I smiled and thanked him; my feet were absolutely frozen so I decided to take him up on his offer. I stood up and let him out before sliding back into his warm seat, I slipped off my shoes and placed my feet in front of the heater, bliss! I wriggled my toes and breathed a sigh of relief as the feeling returned to them, once they were nicely warmed I realised my error... Now that I was sat by the window I had no choice but to wait until my companion got off before using the bathroom, as I couldn’t possibly disturb him again. The waistband of my tight skirt was digging into my bulging bladder, I tried to pull it away but couldn’t even get my thumb down into the top of it so opted to suffer, and suffer I was! I looked at my watch, 10:15am; my God I was so late... I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my boss saying I would meet him tomorrow instead as I was running extremely late, he quickly replied that this was ok. I was soon boiling hot, I shuffled around trying to remove my coat in my limited space without disturbing the person next to me. I managed it but had jolted my bladder in the process and was bursting for the loo now, I contemplated asking my neighbour to excuse me but decided against it, another 5 minutes passed though and I thought I was on the verge of wetting myself, it was either ask him or soak him when the floodgates burst, I opted for the former... “Excuse me, could I get past you to use the toilet please?” I asked, turning towards him desperate to get out, “I would say yes, but I fear it would be a waste of time, there’s no toilet on this coach” he replied “A woman asked the driver earlier if there was one and he replied that there was not, she is sat at the front there” he pointed at a blonde haired lady a few seats in front of us, “I could ask the driver to stop at a petrol station or similar if you like, I’m sure she would be glad of the option of relief?”. I took a moment to consider. “Oh no, I’m not that desperate” I lied, “That poor lady must have been in order to ask the driver, I’m surprised he hasn’t stopped already if he knows she needs the toilet”, “Well yes, that was over 45 minutes ago she must be ready to explode as she appeared desperate when she asked, crossing her legs and holding on to the seat”, I was concerned by part of his sentence, “How long have you been on this coach then?” I enquired, “The entire train line is normally only just over an hour from start to finish and we’re miles from our destination” I continued. “Well this coach is replacing 3 different trains, which is why it is so packed, so we’re stopping at all stations from all three routes, I’m going a few stops from the end and the driver said it would take almost three hours as we have so many stops and are crossing most of the county”. I tried not to panic, “Oh, how long have you been on here then?” I repeated, keen to be able to work out how much longer I would be captive on the coach and crucially how much longer I would have to try and hold in my pee. As I awaited his answer I glanced out of the window and realised I had no idea where we were. “Erm, let me see...” he looked at his watch “I’ve been on here for about an hour and a half, no almost 2 hours, so there’s about an hour to go to my destination... Traffic permitting” he laughed. “Where are you going to?”, “I’m going to the end” I sighed, “Better make myself comfortable”. He laughed, “Well I guess that’ll be about another 15 minutes to half an hour after I get off, the next stop is a main junction so I think a lot of people will get off, I’ll leave you alone and find a seat of my own when one comes available!” I thanked him and went back to staring out of the window, my bladder was throbbing, by now I was so full it was beginning to hurt, I didn’t think I could hold it for another hour or more but knew I had no choice but to try, I had no idea where I was so there was no use getting off to search for a loo. I rubbed my hand over my tummy, my bladder had swollen and was filling my skirt, being compressed by the fabric and with my waistband digging deep into the top of my bladder all the liquid was being pushed downwards, I tried to push my skirt down discreetly but it was so tight there was no way. I was beyond uncomfortable and kept squeezing my lips tightly, it hurt with every squeeze but the few seconds afterwards as the pain subsided felt like utter bliss. I kept repeating this, as well as pressing my pee hole down into the seat to try and massage it... I was deep in thought, miles away, lost in my desperation when the bus hit a kerb and jolted hard many people gasped with the shock; it woke some people up... I gasped as I felt a huge spurt of pee escape. I instantly sat bolt upright and clamped my thighs together, clenched my bum cheeks and squeezed with all my might, I could still feel pee leaking out; dribbling through my tightly clamped muscles, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, breathing slowly and as deeply as I could manage trying to regain control, I rubbed my warm hand over my spasming bladder gently trying to calm it... “Mmmm” I felt a groan escape as I fought to stop the dribble becoming a full scale flood. “Are you ok, do you need me to ask the driver to stop for you?” the man next to me asked, I opened my eyes somewhat startled by his question, I tried to look relaxed before replying “Oh... Erm, no, no, honestly it’s fine I was just startled” I laughed nervously and continued to rub my bladder, I was back in control but it was hurting now. The coach stopped and sure enough most people got up and got off, a couple of people got on but the coach was almost empty, the blonde lady was still sat a couple of seats in front of us. “Do you still need the toilet? Sorry, stupid question of course you do” his voice penetrated my thoughts once again, “There’s a toilet in the petrol station across the road I could ask the driver if he would mind waiting?” Before I had chance to reply the blond lady turned around “Would you mind? I’m not sure I can hold on much longer I don’t know about you?” she turned her attention to me, “I’m okay” I lied again “But I’d be more comfortable if I could use the loo”. Secretly I was DESPERATE, and hoped he asked the driver to wait as I was full to the brim and about to burst, thankfully he was a gentleman and so got up and made his way to the front, leaning in to the driver he talked quietly to him, they both glanced back at me and the blonde lady but to my dismay the driver shook his head and pointed to his watch. The coach started moving again and he walked back toward us, taking up a seat across the aisle from me, “I’m sorry ladies he’s running very behind so can’t stop, he said we’ll be at our destination in around half an hour”, “I can’t hold it that long, I really can’t” the blonde lady whimpered, “How about you?” she gestured toward me. “Oh I should be ok for half an hour” I lied again, she turned back around and I tried to get comfortable, I looked across at the gent who had been sat next to me, he was staring out of the window, I unbuttoned my waistband, it helped slightly but not enough, I unzipped the zip beneath it and rubbed at my bladder through my tights and knickers without the thick skirt fabric covering it... I pulled my coat over me and slid my hand down into my crotch, rubbing at my pee hole with my finger, pressing on it as I relaxed my aching muscles. It felt good, but not quite as good as it could, I slid my hand down inside my tights and rubbed myself over my knickers, I relaxed just enough to relieve my muscles. As I massaged I pulled up the bottom of my skirt with my free hand so my legs were free to move, all the time covered by my coat, I pulled my legs up onto the free seat next to me and placed my hand deep in my crotch to hold back the flood, I placed my head on the window and made myself as comfortable as possible. My bladder ached and throbbed, trying hard to push out the oceans of pee contained within it, I had worked out that the last time I relieved myself was after work at 6pm the previous day, it was now quarter past 11 in the morning, so I was holding over 17 hours worth of pee inside my bulging bladder. And what a bulge it was, protruding painfully out of my abdomen it was almost too sore to touch, it was rock hard and heavy, and began to cramp, I rubbed my hand over it very gently trying to soothe the pain and ease the cramping. I was desperate for a pee and bounced my leg up and down, shuffling my bottom as I did. I watched the blonde lady, I could see her head bouncing up and down and could tell she was wiggling furiously in her seat; she would lose it soon I was sure. The bus jolted again and I felt another spurt escape, I gasped and felt something catch in my throat, I began to cough and felt myself wetting again. I clamped everything shut and coughed... The man who had been sitting next to me passed me a bottle of water, I drank from it but continued to cough so drank more and more, finally I stopped coughing and gulped down the remaining water without thinking, another half litre bottle, my throat was so sore and dry. My stomach was sloshing around when I nestled back into my seat and pulled my coat over me, my bladder was hurting from the increased pressure of my full stomach pressing down onto it. I pulled up my coat to cover my shoulder and placed my head on the window again, we were stopped at a station and more people got off, we seemed to sit there for an age and I felt my eyelids becoming heavy despite my desperate state, with my hand in my crotch I was deeply uncomfortable but was unlikely to lose it... I woke with a jolt as I was thrown forward on my seat, the driver sounded his horn, I was crippled with pain from my bursting bladder, and I gasped and groaned as I felt myself losing control. I sat up, remembering that I was virtually naked on my bottom half I pulled my coat over me I was peeing hard for about 3 or 4 seconds before I regained control. I could barely breathe, my stomach was no longer sloshing and my bladder was so full it was utter agony; I folded my arms over my stomach and bent forward, sobbing in pain. I was SO desperate for a wee and could think of nothing else, I placed my hand down my tights and rubbed at my pee hole as another spurt escaped, I was bursting and so desperate to let go. I hardly cared who saw as I bounced up and down, fanning my legs open and closed, I placed my other hand into my crotch but felt pee escaping through my fingers, I moved forward on the seat, using the front of the seat to press my pee hole! I could feel the seat was sodden beneath my bottom, but despite leaking so much I still felt desperate and very full. I looked around and was startled to find I was the only person on the coach, I pulled my skirt down and zipped it up as far as I could manage, straightening my skirt as I did so. I stood up and moved forward a seat, looking back at the large wet patch as I did so. It hurt to stand up; my bladder pushed down and caused me pain as the full weight of it succumbed to gravity. I stood for a few seconds though, crossing my legs and regaining full control of my bladder, when I felt better I sat back down again, remembering I had left my shoes in the seat behind, I stood up and went back to get them, being swayed from side to side with the motion of the coach as I did... It was 11:30am as I sat back down and I noticed we were finally close to my destination, I was thankful. I pulled my skirt up again and crossed my legs, pressing my hand into my crotch again as I did... It compressed my bladder to have my legs crossed so I uncrossed them, leaning forward in agony as my bladder cramped and pushed out another squirt. I was unbearably full and desperate to let go, my head hurt and I was tired and dizzy... I couldn’t sit still and could think of nothing other than releasing my very much needed pee into the toilet at the station. It was then that I heard a whimper... The sound of a woman sobbing and groaning, I looked around me then noticed a blonde ponytail hanging over the edge of the seat in front, I poked my head around and there was the blonde lady lying down on the seat, legs crossed tightly, her hand was passed beneath her bum and was pressing on her crotch from behind, I thought this was strange but perhaps in her position it helped more, she was rolling around in agony, twisting her bare feet around one another and curling her toes, I couldn’t see how swollen her tummy was as she too was beneath her coat but she was clearly completely desperate and about to lose it at any second, I doubted I had ever seen anyone so close to the edge. She let out a long groan as she buried her face in the seat... “Oooohhhhhh, Ahhhh, Oh God” she moaned, I moved to the seat opposite her and tapped her head. She glanced at me and immediately sat up looking embarrassed, “Oh” she gasped “I thought everyone had got off, sorry” she panted as she stopped pressing on her crotch and instead placed her hands under her knees and rocked back and forth looking at me leaning forward. I was sat perched on the edge of my seat, hand down the front of my skirt holding my pee hole with a pained expression on my face. Simply desperate to release as I rocked back and forth fanning my legs and rubbing my pee hole with my hand, pressing down to press my hand into the seat to apply more pressure! When she saw me she said “I can’t hold it any longer, I’m surprised I’ve managed this long with the baby lying on top of my bladder squashing it”, “Oh wow I hadn’t realised you were pregnant” I gasped through gritted teeth “Oohh, how far along are you?” I added, moaning in pain as an urge hit me. “9 months, I’m on my way to my parents house as I’m due to give birth in a few days and my husband is away, oh I’m wetting myself how embarrassing” she replied, she leant forward once again placing her hand beneath her bum, now I looked it was obvious that she was pregnant her bump was huge which explained why she was having to press her pee hole from behind. “I wish I could put my hand between my legs like you are but my bump’s just too huge, Oh I can’t hold it in it’s coming out I’m so sorry I can’t believe I’m wetting myself with just minutes to go after all these hours” “Sit on your heel” I ordered, “Curl your foot up beneath you and use your heel to press your wee hole shut” she looked at me but without hesitation did as I asked, adjusting herself and moaning in pain as she did so, she shook her head “It’s not working I can feel it about to come out” she panicked, “Ohhh, oh, Oh God, Oh that’s better, Oh it hurts but it’s better, at least I’m not wetting myself” she added as she visibly relaxed after getting her foot in the right position, “I need to go so bad I’m not even going to make it into the station” she said as she used both hands which were now free to pull her trousers away from her belly, “Ooh that helps too” she said rubbing her tummy, she pointed to her belly as she bit her lip, closer her eyes and winced in agony, a lone tear ran down her cheek as she continued to point and rub, I looked where she was pointing to see her belly moving and writhing around as the baby inside moved, she opened her eyes and shook her head as she looked at me. He’s not happy he’s got no room in there she panted as she held her tummy and rubbed it slowly, carefully breathing in and out in agony as she tried to remain in control. “I need to go, it’s not fair on him, I’ve been holding it in since about 8am... and it’s so painful, how are you doing?” she asked. “Much better than you, at least I haven’t got a baby pressing down!” I replied, arching my back and pressing my pee hole down into the seat as I wiggled my bum to hold on. She was leant forward cradling her tummy moaning and panting in pain, “I can’t tell whether I’m having a contraction or I just need a wee THAT bad that it’s hurting” she cried, looking at me with pleading eyes, “I’ve got to go seriously”. With that the coach came to a stop, I looked up to find we were at the end of our journey, I pushed my feet back into my shoes and stood up. My skirt almost fell to the floor as I remembered it was undone; I pulled it up and zipped it up half way. I grabbed the blonde lady by the arm and helped her to her feet, “Oh God” she cried and sat back down panting and groaning in pain. I waited until she felt better and helped her up again, holding her shoes in my other hand I helped her off the coach, she stopped and held onto the side of the coach with her legs crossed, the driver had parked against a wall meaning we were between the coach and a brick wall, he got off, closed the door and walked into the station leaving me with the lady. I was bursting for a wee, and desperate to run away and leave her but just couldn’t, she was unable to move and was in agony so I stayed with her. "Come on darling" I said, desperately, "we'll make it together, oh god, oooooooooh, ssssssss, oh, It hurts, oh god it hurts, i need a wee, I've held on for so long, please try and hurry" But she couldn't, as I turned around she was a picture of pure desperation, she was shaking like she was having a seizure, her hand frantically desperately working at her waistband. "Oh no" she wailed out loud, "oh no, I'm sorry" As I watched a heard an audible hiss from between her legs and saw a wet patch start to appear, then to my astonishment she pulled her trousers and knickers down and squatted down, a huge splash of pee hit the floor followed by a long stream of pee, she visibly relaxed once again and let out sounds of relief, I stood, legs tightly crossed and knee pulled up to try and hold back my own flood as I watched hers splash out of her. She had peed for about 30 or 40 seconds in sheer bliss, before opening her eyes and ;looking at me. “Oh that’s so much better, I couldn’t have held it any longer I’m so sorry” she said, scanning me, bent forward and bursting for a pee, steadying myself on the coach, “You should do the same” she added. "OK, I said, frantically working my pussy, trying to edge down my skirt, her flood had increased my own desperation, and I really couldn't hold on. "Will you please stand guard for me when you've finished, I've never done this before, but I don't think i could hold it till I got inside, oh god, I've never been this desperate for a wee in my entire life!" Relief was so close, and it was going to feel soooo good, "Oh god, please try to hurry" I moaned at her, still gushing at full force onto the bus station floor, "I can't wait any more." With that I started to try and pull down my tight skirt and knickers in one movement. They edged away from my bum, and bunched around my thighs as I started to drop into a squat. I was about to explode with an almighty torrent, when at that exact moment, a security man appeared from behind the bus, "What the hell he exclaimed, as I frantically shot back up to my feet, trying to cover my frantic pussy, as a quick squirt of wee escaped." The pregnant woman didn't even budge, her gusher tailing off into a much steadier stream. "I'm sorry" she said looking him in the eye, there was absolutely no way I could wait another second, it was a true emergency" the lake of pee she was squatting in the middle of confirmed her story, she must have been frantic, as her pee finally slowed to a trickle. She calmly stood up and pulled up her knickers saying "I'm 8 and half months pregnant, and that was a ridiculously long bus ride with no toilet facilities, I could sue you know, god it feels better now" "Sorry love", said the man, "I didn't realise you were pregnant, are you OK, you must have been bursting?" as he spoke I had both hand clenched into my naked pussy as another spurt of red hot frantic wee worked its way past my tightly clenched muscles. "OH fuck" I exclaimed, "Look, I'm really sorry, but its kinda an emergency for me too, I'm absolutely mortified to do this, but I''m gonna have to pop a squat here too" I let go of my desperate pussy and started to drop onto my haunches when he bellowed, "YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING YOUNG LADY, cover yourself at once" "Oh but please", I whimpered, so so desperate for relief I was willing to do absolutely anything, "please just turn a blind eye to it." "Certainly not" he retorted, it is a criminal offence, I've already seen too much, now cover yourself up at once, there is no chance I will be turning a blind eye, I will have you arrested if another drop of pee ends up on this forecourt, now hurry off and use the station lavs!" I pulled my skirts and knickers back up, checked that she was ok, and resigned myself to making it. that bastard would not win. I stood squirming for a second, I felt in some sort of control, and then I waddled off into the station, 11:45am... I had been holding my pee in for almost 18 hours and had been desperate for about 4 hours, I had peed loads into the bus seat but was still bursting at the seams and in agony, barely able to walk. I waddled slowly into the station, following the signs for the toilets. I approached the ticket barriers and a wall of inspectors, I began to search my bag before realising I never bought a ticket so was unable to get to the loos, I approached the ticket machine and punched in any destination, £2.30, I searched my purse but had no change whatsoever... I shoved my card into the machine and stood bouncing, dancing a furious pee dance as I waited for it to authorise. I rushed over to the ticket barrier doubled over in pain and desperation, I showed the man the ticket, “You want the barriers over the other side luv” he replied “No I just want the loo” I exclaimed, dancing in front of him “Well there’s loos over there too, just past the ticket windows and around the other side luv” I groaned as I tried to walk there, stopping every few steps to clench everything and hold in the flood, I was about to lose it but couldn’t move any faster, every step jolted my bursting bladder, so full now that I couldn’t touch it, even rubbing it hurt now, the skin was so highly sensitive and stretched, someone asked me for directions, I hurriedly blurted out the information that they wanted and wondered why they had asked me out of everyone! I was standing holding on to a pillar, legs firmly crossed and tense, everything clenched, I doubted I would make it any further, but then the pain subsided and I made a break for it. I reached the ticket barrier and showed my ticket, asking where the loos were at the same time, I headed straight for them and went to go through the turnstile, 11:55pm... OUCH! The turnstile wouldn’t move and crushed my bladder as I banged into it, I watched the woman next to me drop a coin into the turnstile and walk through, I had NO change whatsoever! I moved away and searched my handbag before going back to the barrier, “Please, I’m literally desperate for the toilet, can you let me in please” I begged, bouncing up and down, pee dancing, running on the spot and grabbing at my crotch, unable to get near it because of my tight skirt. I had left my shoes near the toilets to enable me to move faster so was dancing around in my tights, “I’m sorry you need to pay to get in there” “I know but I have no change, please it’s an emergency I’m going to wet myself” I begged again, he wasn’t about to let me in... I pushed past him and toward the cash point machines, pulling out my card as I approached, there was one person in front of me so I danced and hopped around whilst waiting, eventually they moved, I stood waiting for it to register my card, this took forever, then tapped in my PIN, which was incorrect, and again, INCORRECT, I tried to concentrate but was so desperate my brain was floating in pee I was sure of it, I selected cash and typed in £10. THIS MACHINE ONLY DISPENSES £20 NOTES came the message on screen, “For God’s sake” I yelled as I clenched everything in my power, holding my tummy still as I swayed from side to side trying not to wet myself, everyone was looking. PROCESSING... the screen said. I was about to explode by the time my £20 came out, now I just needed change, I spotted a newsagents so rushed in, picked up a bottle of water and went to pay, once again a Queue! I waited for the 4 people in front of me to pay, all the time bending over, doubling up, crossing and uncrossing my legs, dancing a pee dance and groaning in pain, my bladder was at bursting point and I could feel the pee right at my hole. I was about to wee myself, I eventually paid for my bottle of water and rushed back toward the toilets, rifling through my change as I arrived back at the ticket barrier, I flashed my ticket and rushed back to the toilets, studying the turnstile as I did. “Insert 50p coin to enter” I read out loud. I looked at my change, to my horror I had no 50p coin, just lots of 20p’s... I was about to burst into tears when a woman approached, “Excuse me do you have a 50p coin I can swap for change?” I enquired, I tried to stand still as she looked through her purse, and I noticed that she was crossing her legs as she looked, clearly desperate herself but I doubted she was topping my desperation level! I tapped my foot and crossed my legs as I stood there, desperately trying to hold on the last few moments but with relief so close it was increasingly difficult, it hurt to hold back and I doubled over as she continued to search, she stared at me, as In started a full blown pee dance infront of her. “I’m sorry I’m so desperate” I explained, she was about to give me the 50p when I added “I think it’s wrong that you have to pay to get into the loos anyway!” “Oh do you?” she asked, producing the magical 50 p which would finally allow me to pee!!" “Yes, and it must be a 50p coin, I’ve been holding this is for about 4 hours the last thing I needed was to be tantalisingly close but priced out, I had a purse full of change too, ooooooh god I need to pee!” I laughed, wincing and grabbing my tummy in pain as it jolted painfully with my giggle. “Oh well, I’m so sorry" she said, her face changing "but in that case I need this coin, I’m desperate too, I’m so sorry I hope you find one, maybe the Information desk would give you one” and with that she placed her coin in and entered the toilets. I tried to follow her but the turnstile locked and wouldn’t let me. I rushed over to the Information desk and begged for them to change my coins into a 50p piece, they opened the till and began to sort through coins, I tried to hold on but was so close to losing control now, I crossed my legs, bent forward and put my head on the desk, it took them forever, I had given them a £1 coin and they handed me back 5 20p pieces, I was in shock as I looked at them, “I need a 50p piece for the loos” I screamed, “Oh OK I’ll run and get you one -from the ticket office” the lady replied. I groaned and squatted down in front of the desk in agony, I was about to burst, “Aahhhh” I moaned, pushing my hand down the front of my skirt again I rubbed my pee hole as pee rushed right to the opening, I was about to wet myself when a chirpy voice said “Oh where’ve you gone, here’s your 50p” I grabbed it off her and tried to stand, thanking her as I did. I steadied myself on the counter before slowly and gingerly wondering over to the turnstiles again, I was exhausted, in agony and slightly delirious with the pain and sheer fullness. I rubbed my bladder and felt how rock hard it was, solid and ready to pop it was agony to touch and burning hot, it ached, just like my lips and thighs which were quivering with the effort of holding back so much for so long. I couldn’t wait to let go, I dropped my 50p into the turnstile and walked forward, the cold metal pressed on my swollen tummy as I did, it was almost too much to bear, I felt pee rush downwards and a wave of agony almost took my legs from under me... I held on to the walls as I walked into the huge white bathroom, it looked like heaven, a row of pure white stalls ahead of me. I groaned in desperation as I touched the first one and it was locked, pee began to leak from me and I pulled up my skirt over my hips and placed my hand into my crotch, the second, third, fourth and fifth stalls were locked too, excruciating sounds of frantic pee streams and moans of relief were all I could hear from within. I began to pee, it was pouring down my legs and I was panicking, I ran forward door after door was locked closed, the last cubicle opened and I ran toward it, pee streaming down my legs, I tore down my tights and knickers as I went not caring who saw me, I threw the door open, ran in, banged the lock across and threw myself down onto the seat... Wee burst out of me with startling force, I bent forward and doubled over, rubbing my tummy as my bladder relaxed, it was so painful I thought I would pass out, eventually the pain began to subside to a dull ache and I started to feel better, I was so glad to finally be empty that I began to cry. I sat back onto the toilet and panted, glad to be able to breathe again. I sat there for a few minutes before wiping myself and removing my soaking tights and knickers and putting them into the sanitary bin. I stood up and zipped up my skirt, slipping my feet back into my shoes I left the cubicle and headed for the sink to wash my hands. My bladder was painful and jolted as I walked, I placed my hands under the tap and became aware that I was subconsciously crossing my legs, surely this wasn’t possible... I dried my hands and went to walk out but sure enough I needed the loo again. I entered another cubicle and before I could unzip my skirt I felt as though I was about to wet myself, I sat down and pee poured from me once again, a good 30 seconds later I was still going strong! I decided not to bother with work so got a taxi outside the station, it was around a 40 minute journey via taxi to home so I relaxed and made myself comfortable, sure enough just ten minutes in I was uncomfortably full again and by the time we were ten mins from home I was holding myself under my coat and bouncing around in the back of the taxi. We hit traffic and I was frantic in desperation, I asked the driver if we could stop but he ignored me, I tried to hold on until I got home but it was unbearable, I was so full! I held on pretty well and paid the driver, he parked and let me out, I couldn’t move and was frozen to the spot in desperation, I waited until he was out of sight and fumbled in my bag and pockets for my keys, I rifled in my coat pocket and what should I find... a 50p piece! I could have relieved myself much sooner at the station without the going back and forth, saving myself some pain! I was struggling to find my keys so headed for the wall to empty my bag out, as I began to do so I heard a splash and felt my legs get wet, I was wetting myself! I couldn’t stop it so opened my legs as best as I could and let it out, pushing a little to gain relief quicker. Needless to say I was far too exhausted for dinner with the family so merely got my pyjamas on and went for a nap, waking up to a bursting bladder every half hour or so!

Amy had been run ragged trying to organise this charity event for work. It felt like it was all that she had been thinking about for the past 3 months, and here we were, the big night was upon us! She had work as normal all day, then when she finished at 4, a mad dash across London to a hotel, where she was playing host to the big event! She hated being the centre of attention, but she knew that there was a potential promotion in the offing here, and she was out to impress. She finished work at 4, and nipped into the Ladies room, more just to see how she looked than anything else. She spent 5 minutes touching up her make up and checked herself out in the mirror. She was wearing a short black skirt, but not too short, with black sheer tights, a white shirt and black jacket. She looked thoroughly professional. She was only 21, and the thought of her as a businesswoman made her laugh, but that was very much her goal, and as she stood back, she knew she had nailed the look! She took the opportunity to quicky use the toilet and then headed off to the tube. It was a hot day in London, and that meant tourists...everywhere. It was Friday afternoon, and it was packed. She dashed to the tube station, on a tight schedule, and found the station absolutely bustling. She missed the train she was aiming for and had to wait 6 minutes for the next one. She glanced at her watch, nervously. 16:15. She was meant to be at the hotel for half past 4. It was going to be a close run thing and she knew it. She was just grateful that her partner, Rob, had agreed to meet her there to set up. Guests were due to start arriving from 5, and it was going to be tight. She opened her bag and finished her bottle of water. It was hot, and stress situations always made her thirsty! She waited impatiently, and texted Rob, only to find out that he was also delayed in London's tea-time gridlock. When the train arrived she got on, but it was every bit as packed as the station, and she found herself standing, and having to hold the overhead rail. As she stretched she could feel the hem of her skirt rising and was painfully aware of how close she was to flashing her bum to a carriage load of tourists. It was only a ten-minute tube journey, but it consisted of an uncomfortable compromise between almost falling over at every station, or flashing herself to anyone who was looking her way. Finally though, the train arrived, and she dashed out of the station and straight to the hotel, arriving at 16:45, just as she saw Rob dashing down the road. The guests were arriving at 17:00, and they still had a room to set up. She did not need them both to be late. As they dashed into the conference room, they were met by hotel staff who explained that they had plenty of drinks available, and they would come to check the room was fully stocked regularly. There was tea, coffee and ice water, along with plenty of wine and beer for her guests. Amy hurriedly poured a glass of water, it was hot and she was stressed, so she glugged that down and set to business. Rob rearranged the furniture, whilst she went about decorating the room, putting up posters, and promotional materials, at one point, as she stretched to hang some bunting, Rob caught a glance and said, "Wahay Ames, that skirt is a bit short isn't it, nice knickers!". Even though he was her partner, she felt herself blushing beet red. She was, by no means, a shy girl, but she was certainly not happy about flashing herself in such a public space! When they finished setting the room up, guests were already beginning to arrive, and Amy went straight into hostess mode. This was her event and she was out to impress! Wine was flowing freely, but Amy needed to keep a clear head. As she welcomed various people, she found herself constantly topping up her glass with water and true to their word, the hotel staff were replenishing the drinks freely and regularly. As the presentations started, she felt her bladder for the first time. Nothing serious at this stage, but enough to make her glance at her watch. Now the event had started there was 2 hours to go, and no way she would have time to run to the Ladies. She needed to slow down with the water, she poured herself a coffee and vowed she would make that last. Over the next 2 hours the coffee and water that she had quaffed made its way to her bladder and she felt herself getting fuller and fuller. She found she was looking at the sign for the toilets at the back of the room at regular intervals, but she suppressed her need and continued to impress. Her presentation was last, and she had put a lot of work into it! She did most of it with her legs crossed, although her need was great, she was by no means desperate, but she was glad when it was over. The presentations ended and Amy and the company director schmoozed the guests and collected many donations. There was no doubt it had been a huge success. Finally, the event was over, and she could take care of her bladder, so she made straight to the Ladies room. To her horror though, she was met at the door by Lauren, her company director, and the woman she was trying so hard to impress. "Amy" she exclaimed, "Darling, this has been superb". She moved in to hug her, and Amy awkwardly reciprocated. She wanted to pull away, and run into the Ladies, but knew she had to talk to her boss. "It's going well, isn't it?" she said, but Lauren stopped her in her tracks. "Amy, sweetie, I'm really sorry, we'll talk in a second, right now though I MUST use the little girls room". Amy blushed at her brazen admission. She could never talk about bodily functions, especially not to a colleague, but Lauren obviously needed to go, and didn't care who knew it! As Lauren pushed into the Ladies, so Amy followed, and they were faced with a room containing 3 cubicles, and 3 locked doors, with 2 young girls waiting patiently outside. Lauren immediately gasped out "You have got to be kidding me! All the free wine at these events is great, until it needs to get back out again, can I jump the queue?". "You're joking aren't you?" said the girl at the front, squirming, "I'm bloody bursting here". To Michelle's shock, she watched as Lauren pressed her hand into the crotch of her business suit. "Oh fuck, they better hurry up in there, I am seriously about to piss myself here." At the same point, the door opened, and a staff member walked in. "Can I ask you to use the toilets in the main reception please, these are being closed now the event is over". The second girl in line shrugged and left, but the girl at the front and Lauren refused point blank to go. Amy was mortified and said she didn't need to go that badly, and she'd go to the reception. She left the room as her bladder twinged in protest, but she couldn't bring herself to make a scene, no matter how bad her need. When she got to the reception, she saw there was only one disabled loo and already 4 women waiting to use it. She groaned as Rob suddenly approached her. "There you are", he said, "You good to go?". She looked at the door to the Ladies room longingly. She needed to pee, badly. Really badly, but it wasn't an emergency, and the line was not moving. She'd just go at the station, she'd be fine, she thought, and smiled at Rob "Come on then". As soon as she got outside she started to worry that she'd made a bad decision, and as she hobbled across the road, she thought about nothing but dashing to the station toilets immediately! It'd be quicker than standing in line in the hotel anyway, she kidded herself. As they entered the station, Rob already had his ticket out, but there was only one thing on Amy's mind. "I'm just going to run to the Ladies" she said, trying to sound calm, "I didn't get chance in the hotel." "You can't, silly", replied Rob, "They've closed them down" "WHAT!" gasped Amy, as her bladder protested furiously, "you can't be serious!" "Yes, do you not remember the thing in the press, something about policing, or security or something, apparently station lavs are rife with drugs, so they're locking them all at 7." "They can't do that!" gasped Amy, "It was 5!" he added calmly, "They only increased it to 7 after commuters were protesting about it." Now that he mentioned it, she did remember reading something, "Shit" she thought, this couldn't be happening, she needed to pee, and it was getting urgent! "Come on" said Rob, "the train will be here soon, you'll be home in no time" She thought about dashing back to the hotel, but she'd definitely miss her train, she was staring almost aghast at the signs which teased "TOILETS". "Is it that bad?" Rob asked sounding concerned. "Erm, no" she lied "Well, I need to go, but I'll be OK" What choice did she have, she pulled out her ticket and they made their way to the station, she was just going to have to wait! As they stood on the platform, Rob was clearly looking for an invite back to Amy's. "You were so amazing tonight" he said, "I hope you know how special you are". Whilst flattered, all Amy could think about now was having a wee. Her bladder was throbbing, she had to get rid of him. She pressed her thighs together, as she said, "Thanks Rob, I really appreciate your help you know", "Let's go back to yours and celebrate a great event" "Aw no, I would, but I am working really early again tomorrow though". His train pulled onto the platform, as he said "I don't mind that, I will ride in with you, and then go home and freshen up". Amy squirmed, and snapped at him "NO ROB", he looked shocked, "I'm sorry, I just really need to get home and go to sleep, I am sorry, I will see you at the weekend, please, just go home". "Fine" he said, sharply, as he turned to leave, "be like that". She felt awful, but as soon as his back was turned, she started to bob up and down frantically. She NEEDED a wee, like really badly, and she was really starting to panic about what her options were. Surely there had to be a Ladies room open somewhere in this station, there had to be. Was it not the law? Maybe they had brought in porta-potties? She looked back to the stairs and really thought about dashing up them to search for the toilet, she knew didn't exist, and then looked at the screen. "NEXT TRAIN - FINCHLEY ROAD - 1 MIN". "SHIT" she said to herself, there's no time, and I need to catch this train, or I'll miss my connection, and I'll never get home! Her bladder pulsed and asked her to reconsider, but she had no choice. She was a fully grown adult, and she was just going to have to hold it! Just another half hour, that was all. She wasn't a child, anyone could hold their bladder for 30 minutes, no matter how bad their need...Couldn't they? As she stood waiting, she could feel herself squirming. Why? Oh God, WHY had she drunk so much at that bloody charity event and WHY WHY WHY didn't she just use the toilet before she left! She cursed herself, but as the train pulled onto the station, there was nothing she could do but clamber on board, cross her legs, and wait until she got to Finchley Road! As the train pulled away, she scanned the station, and couldn't believe how busy it still was. How were there still no seats. She stood at the back, legs crossed, biting her lip and clenching herself closed for all she was worth. This could not be happening. The first station passed, then the second. The train was making good progress, but her need was increasing by the second. Her bottom lip quivered as her bladder screamed at her, demanding that she find some relief. Another station passed, 15 minutes had passed, but it felt like she'd been on there for hours. She was almost bent double as her thighs scissored together, when she heard a little boy sat near her say, "Look mummy, I think that lady needs to potty too". She was absolutely mortified and stood bolt upright, as the young boys mum told him off. She tried to pretend there was nothing wrong, and to look composed, but there was something wrong. Her bladder burned and she felt a quick squirt spurt into her expensive knickers. She groaned out loud, and went into the most incredible pee dance, fighting herself for control. Another station approached, "The next station is Baker Street", the Tanoy announced. Just 1 more to go and she could get off and find relief. Her bladder screamed at her with a new urgency. She wanted to cry; this couldn't be happening. For the first time in her adult life, she genuinely felt that she might break down and wet her pants. She had never even contemplated such a thing, and always assumed she could hold on as long as was necessary, but her bits were on fire, demanding relief NOW. She couldn't stand still for a single second. Her mind was racing, she had to get to Finchley Street to change trains, or she'd never got home. The train pulled into Baker Street, and she stared at the open door. She wanted to wait 'til the next stop, but she was in agony. There was no way she could wait, even if she got to the next station, she didn't know where the toilets were, and she would wet herself looking. "OH FUCK" she stammered under her breath and darted for the door. As she staggered out onto the platform, she tried to press a hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight. She was fully panicking now, as she hopped up and down on the spot, tears welling up in her eyes. "I need a wee" she whimpered, to no-one in particular, "Oh Christ, what am I going to do". She frantically scanned the scene, desperately searching for a toilet, but there was nothing, other than a huge flight of stairs. She started up them, each step sending a jolt of urgency to her bladder. She was going out of her mind! At the top of the stairs she scanned desperately, but couldn't see any toilets! She hobbled over to the ticket barriers and ran to the miserable looking security man. "Toilets" she gasped, "erm, sorry, where are the toilets please" "Sorry Love, they've locked them" he replied, barely looking up. "Oh, erm, it's kinda an emergency" she pleaded. He looked her up and down, "Yeah, I can see that, sorry, there's nothing I can do" "PLEASE" she almost wailed, "please, help me, is there a staff toilet, honestly, oh shit, it's nearly coming out" "Don't be ridiculous" he said, gruffly, "there's a Wetherspoons over the road, if it's bad, I'm sure you could nip in there." There was no point arguing with him, she had to get there now, so she made for the exits, and dashed across the road, desperately trying to press her thighs together as she moved. Her head was spinning. She burst through the door of Wetherspoons, and it was predictably packed, but Amy was beyond caring, she needed the Ladies and she needed it now. She knew the toilets were upstairs, but there was no way she could face another agonising flight of stairs, she would have to use the disabled. She pushed into the main bar, and frantically scanned around. Her bladder screaming at her. "WHERE ARE THEY!" she gasped out loud, and a young lad turned to her. Her vision was blurring she needed to pee so badly, as she pushed on, she saw a sign for the disabled toilet. "oh thank fuck" she thought, she ran towards the door, and then THUD, it was locked. "NO NO NO" she wailed, "PLEASE". She was hammering on the door, "Please, please hurry up in there". A young glass collector walked past her and she tried to compose herself. He looked about 17, and she didn't want to make a show of herself. "The toilets are upstairs madam" he said. Michelle wanted the ground to eat her up, but more than that she wanted, no she NEEDED to pee, like right now. "I need to use this one" she said, again, knocking on the door. "There's no point knocking, there is no-one in there" he said. "WHAT" gasped Michelle, "Please, open it then, please, I need to go..." "...and as I said, the toilets are upstairs madam". She felt a spurt of pee blast into her knickers, much more serious than the last and she started the most frantic pee dance she had ever done, "PLEASE" she wailed at him, as her pussy burned, trying to force the deluge of red-hot piss into her knickers, "PLEASE, OH GOD, please. Look at me, please help me, please, I neeed a weeee". "I'm sorry madame, but disabled patrons carry a RADAR key, and this toilet is for use by disabled persons only". It was all getting too much, and she burst into tears, "please help me, please, I am going to wet myself, you have to help me". The young lad's face visibly changed, as he realised this girl was having a genuine emergency. Every week he had to turn people away from the disabled loos, just because people couldn't be bothered going upstairs, and he'd assumed this was more of the same. She stood infront of him now though, with tears flooding down her face, absolutely begging him to help her. He wanted to, but he couldn't. "Oh my God" he said, "is it really that bad? I will go and get the key, but it is in the manager's office, and its packed, it'll take ages, honestly, you'll be quicker running upstairs, it looks like you haven't got long to spare!" "PLEASE" she babbled again, almost incoherently, she had her hand underneath her skirt now, no longer caring who could see what, "Is there no way you can open it now, I NEEEEEED it". "I can see that love, but honestly, it'll take me at least 5 minutes, you need to make a run for it". Another red hot spurt forced its way out of her tighly clenched lips, and into her now soaking knickers. "OH GOD" she gasped and turned to make her way out, dashing for the stairs. She couldn't take her hand away now, her aching, tired muscles needed all the help they could get. She tried to dash up the stairs, but each one caused her a new agony. She barely knew if she was weeing or not, as pain seered through her whole body. "Come on, come on" she muttered to herself, as her right hand worked furiously between her legs, her skirt now almost around her waist. She heard a couple of derogatory comments, but her whole world was a blur right now. Nothing, literally nothing, mattered to her other than that little hole between her legs. Never had she had to clench so hard to contain herself. She had been desperate to wee before, god knows, she had nearly wet herself on a night out a few years back, but she had never felt anything like this, she didn't even believe it was possible to be so desperate. Each step sent a jolt of pain through her bladder and the leaks were almost constant. She was agony, her knickers were soaked and there were small rivulets running down her thighs. Finally, though she got to the top and saw the door she had longed for, for so long. "LADIES". "Oh thank god", she said, running for it. She burst through the door to find it was really busy in there. There were a group of girls around the sinks taking selfies, who turned to look at her. One stepped back, blocking her path. "There's a queue in here" she said, pointing her phone at Amy, as one of her friends shouted, "don't be tight, look at her". Michelle pushed past them, towards an open cubicle. She could see the toilet she had needed for so long. She yanked her tights down and was already pulling the crotch of her knickers aside as she dashed for it. The cubicle next to it opened and a young girl saw her desperate dash, "What the fuck!" she gasped, but the floodgates opened, and Amy started to pee full force, she threw herself down onto the toilet, the door still open, and "AHHHHHHHHHHHH, Oh fuck yes, oh my God, oh a wee, oh thankyou" she babbled as she finally relaxed and let her full bladder empty. The relief was like nothing she'd ever felt before as pee gushed from her. She was shaking as she opened her eyes, and saw at 4 girls staring at her. "Are you OK?" asked the girl who'd been leaving the cubicle next to hers. "It looks like you needed that" added the young chav stood next to her. Humiliation now washed over her as she clamped her legs closed and tried to cover her private parts. She was still in floods of tears. "I'm sorry" she stammered, "please don't look, I needed a wee so bad" "We can see that" added the young chav, "You left a fucking stream across the floor" An older lady pulled her cubicle closed telling the others to leave her alone. Michelle tried to clean herself up. Her knickers were soaked amd her tights were wet right down past the knees, so she took them off, and to her horror, found the back of her skirt was wet too. She put her ruined knickers and tights in the sanitary bin and dried her legs with loo roll, there seemed to be wee everywhere. As she flushed the toilet, the older woman was still waiting for her. "You poor thing" she said "At least it's over now, you must feel better for it, it's awful being caught short isn't it".....

School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus. “Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat. “Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people. “Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully. * 15 minutes passed. * “Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch. Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching. “Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well. Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty. As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home. “God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can. “Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid. As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy. “Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there. As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair. Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people. “Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure. 60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped. “Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time. “Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss. At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience. Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much. At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss. “Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate. “I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure. “Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.” “Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing. “Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice. “Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class. “Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.) “Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression. “OMG what happened then?” “It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box” “Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes thing worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms. “Ok I will. Take care” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair. The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam. Meanwhile Andui peacefully sat on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took metallic the bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. Soon the knicker was well placed covering a buttocks and the vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building. Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤

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After the Awakening & Activation of Android 21, another of Dr. Gero's creations, has come up with a plan to chow down on Strong Fighters to increase her powers & satisfy her hunger but before going into plan she had to care of an urgent business first... Android 21: Wow can't believe waking up in 10 years has build up this big bladder, eh no matter I think I can still hold it--- Nope it's urgent alright. (C21's Evil Half Mind): Oh your a strong android don't let your bladder slow you down we have important business to take care of than this... Android 21: But I can't move how can I attempt to work if I am in this situation? (C21's Evil Half Mind): Ah please just don't think about it at all it's that simple. Android 21: If you think it's that easy then why won't you take control huh!? (C21's Evil Half Mind): Fine then I will... [Switches to her True Form] Majin Evil C21: Ah see calm as a---What the!? *grabs her bladder in pain* (C21's Good Half Mind): Told yea! Majin Evil C21: No matter I know how to take care of this *puts her hand in her pants & plays with herself* Majin Evil C21: Oh yes now this is the right way to pee I'm already getting wet but my urine hasn't squirted out yet, *continues to moan in excitement* (C21's Good Half Mind): How improper! Majin Evil C21: Ah shut it, you love it. Mmm, hmm, ah, ah, I'm about--- I'm about to pee, yes, more, more. *Insanely Screams in Excitement* *Pee Splashs & Hisses throughout her white pants* Majin Evil C21: *Continues to Play with herself while her Pee still hisses out* Oh my god this feels great, so moist, so wet, such orga--- (C21's Good Half Mind): Don't you dare finish that sentence! Majin Evil C21: I was gonna say "Organism" *giggles* *still wetting herself by her drench urine* (C21's Good Half Mind): Yeah right [C21's peeing sensation has been emptied] Majin Evil C21: Now I'll let both our minds take over... (Majin) Android 21: Oh crap what a mess I made well first I'll get everything cleaned then head off to New Namek. (Majin) Android 21: But before heading to New Namek I must activate Android 16 Model 2.0 & install his old memories. (Majin) Android 21: Then everything will be according to plan. [This sets at the very beginning of the Android 21 Perspective Arc]