nononono 420 Posted July 27, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted July 27, 2022 This is intended as an anthology series, exploring woman and their bladders in several (probably not literally 80!) different countries. Hope you enjoy! --- London, United Kingdom 25-year old singing sensation Amber Moon, better known by her stage name Aluna Sky, scrolled through Instagram once more. Nothing had changed since she last checked it two minutes ago, bar a few thousand more likes on her most recent post and several comments, mostly from girls saying how much they loved her, and creepy men saying how much they wanted to shag her. Amber always found it an odd way to try and proposition someone - she doubted many people would be wooed by a comment like the one she had from BrexitFred69 saying 'You're voice is shite but I'd still fuck you all night long'. The poor grammar alone was an instant ick, putting aside the insult and his presumption that she'd be interested in sleeping with him. Her train of thought was interrupted by her driver, a quiet, elderly man called George. "I'm afraid traffic is pretty bad on the M25, looks like it's going to be a close one," the man called back to her. Amber sighed audibly and thanked the driver for the update. She'd just flown into Heathrow, ready for her big homecoming gig at the O2. She'd been touring Europe for the last few months and she was ready for some time off after this concert. She sipped on her lemon tea, which slightly soothed her throat, red raw after two months of non-stop singing, autograph signings, late night parties, sleepless coach journeys. It had been quite a meteoric rise to fame for Aluna Sky. After gaining a following on TikTok, posting Adele covers while bored during the 2020 Covid lockdown, she'd recorded and released an album by May 2021, which shot straight to Number One of the charts in several countries. In the space of just over two years, her life was now completely different. She'd said goodbye to the tiny flat in Milton Keynes which she shared with her mum and younger brother, and hello to a penthouse in central London, with the most spectacular view of the Thames. Tired from last nights concert in Madrid, Amber drifted off to sleep. --- Amber awoke roughly an hour later to a chorus of beeping from cars all around her. Glancing at the driver's Sat-Nav, the road ahead was painted blood red, to signify heavy traffic. "What happened?" Amber groaned. "Big crash ahead of us, they reckon it should be cleared up soon but we've not moved at all for 45 minutes," George grimly informed her. Amber moaned, and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She was acutely aware that it had been a while since she'd used the toilet. About four hours to be exact. Now, a bottle of water and a flask of lemon tea sat in her bladder, patiently awaiting their cue to leave. Her eyes darted back towards the Sat-nav, which predicted they'd be at the O2 in 90 minutes. As if in protest, Amber's bladder sent a wave of desperation to her brain, to make sure she'd prioritise finding a toilet. "Is there any chance we can stop at the next service station?" Amber asked. George shook his head. "I'm afraid not, we're already very behind schedule as it is, and I have another job straight after this one." Amber nodded, and resumed her Instagram scrolling, hoping it would take her mind off her ever growing need. She was used to holding it. The toilet on her tour coach was so grim, she'd only used it twice, both times when she'd been absolutely bursting. It didn't feel like a proper concert unless she arrived to the venue on the verge of wetting herself. But she always made it. So far. --- The clock turned 8:30pm, half an hour after the concert was meant to start, and Amber could finally see the O2 stadium appear. She'd switched her phone off, she kept getting messages from angry fans asking where she was. Despite tweeting that she was stuck in traffic, people didn't seem to understand that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. As for her bladder, it felt as though it was begging for relief, her predicament made worse by George's erratic driving, seemingly in a hurry to get to his next engagement. She'd contemplated asking him if he minded if she peed in the back of the car - her empty tea flask had been tantalising her since Junction 7. But she didn't know George super well, and she didn't trust him not to sell the story of one of the biggest popstars in the world urinating in the back of his car to 'The Sun'. "Here you go ma'am," George exclaimed as he pulled up to the artists entrance to the O2. He caught a glimpse of Amber's very full bladder, and the look of pain on her face. "Blimey you really do have to go don't you?" Amber nodded gingerly, and could barely muster a thank you. A member of her entourage was there to greet her and take her bags. "Fuck man, you've got to get on quickly, the fans are getting very restless," he said, once they were inside the backstage area, seemingly oblivious to Amber's situation. "Mike, I need to go to the toilet first," Amber replied, barely able to walk in a straight line. "You don't have time, the toilets are all the way on the other side, and you've already been introduced," Mike sheepishly explained. Amber wanted to cry, and her bladder responded similarly, letting a drop of pee leak into her red panties with this news. "You don't understand, I will wet myself on stage," Amber was beside herself with desperation at this point, not able to stand still. Her band had got an early flight, and were already on stage, playing the introduction to her most famous song. Sensing defeat, Amber shot Mike a dagger, and headed on, making sure not to miss her cue. The audience screamed as the immaculate Aluna Sky danced onto the stage, her perfect blonde hair swaying in time with the beat, and wearing her classic short denim skirt, red t-shirt and black leather jacket combo. As Amber launched into her hit 'Only You', she almost forgot her bladder troubles. She was confidence personified, as she smiled, hitting the high notes effortlessly. It was as though she'd hit a switch, and her bladder no longer needed to be emptied. The crowd were mesmerised by her every note as Aluna Sky flawlessly hit every note, with every ounce of passion that she felt when she wrote the chords down. The adrenaline lasted kept her going through the up-tempo 'Friday Night Feeling' and the ballad 'Last Dance in Brixton', and before too long, Amber had completely forgot about her full to bursting bladder. "RIght guys, I think you're gonna enjoy this one. This one is for anyone who's ever been in love with the wrong person, it's called 'Holding On'!" Amber smiled at her adoring audience, who responded with cheers as she prepared to play one of her biggest hits. The guitar sting began, and Amber immediately felt her bladder again. The balloon of liquid inside her which had been dormant was now making its presence known once more, and she fought to regain her composure, almost missing her cue in the progress. "Another evening wasted," Aluna crooned, trying her best to stand still on the stage. "Waiting by the phone." The crowd were oblivious to her predicament, but Amber felt as though all eyes were staring at her, waiting for the cascade of urine that was desperate to escape. "You told me you'd be home by midnight, but I'm sleeping all alone," her voice cracked slightly, ignoring the urgent signals from her bladder. "You told me I'm a psycho, but you're just so good in bed," Aluna missed her last note as a dribble of wee ran down her leg. "My friends tell me to leave you, but I can't get you out my head." As she crescendoed towards the chorus, her bladder could take no more. "Cause I'm hooooooooooolding onnnnnnnnnnn to youuuuuuuuuuuu!" Aluna belted the chorus, trying her best to ignore the fact she was wetting herself in front of 20,000. A torrent of pee pattered against the floor of the stage, slowly soaking her denim skirt and high heels. The gasps of people in the audience were accompanied by some wrong notes from the band, who were equally shocked at what they were seeing. "But I wish you loved me tooooooooo," Aluna continued, stifling back sobs, whilst the pee continued to pool at her feet. She didn't finish the song. Overwhelmed by the situation, she ran backstage, hiding her face as tears ran down. The crowd booed as they sensed that this was the end of the concert, just three and a half songs into the evening. Alone, and out of sight, she slumped to the floor, and sighed as she fully emptied her bladder, in the knowledge that she was a laughing stock. --- Amber sat alone in her dressing room, post shower, dressing gown on. She had turned her phone off, she'd read enough hateful and creepy messages for one evening. It would take a lot to recover from this. Bruce, her agent, came and sat down next to her. "Cheer up. Fergie pissed herself on stage and she did alright," the Australian laughed. Amber couldn't find a smile. "And yet we're still talking about it all this time later." "Hey, just trying to think of positives," Bruce muttered. "So here's the plan. You go into hiding for a few months. Delete your social media accounts, make people really worry about you. Then boom, new single, deprecating interview with Graham Norton, we're back to normal." Amber nodded. Bruce always knew best. The silence was pierced by a knock on the door. "Come in," Amber called out weakly. It was Mike, who'd refused to let her go to the toilet before the show. She turned away from him, partly from anger, and partly from shame. "Hey, erm, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I should have listened to you, I didn't realise how desperate you were, and erm, I'm sorry," Mike sheepishly apologised, staring at the floor for most of the time. "Hey you fucking idiot, you cost us big here, we're gonna have to refund all these motherfuckers because you think you can tell one of the biggest pop stars on the planet when she can and can't fucking piss! Would you tell Beyonce she's not allowed to go for a fucking piss?" Mike shook his head. "Would you tell Dua Lipa she has to hold it in?" He shook his head again. "So why would you tell Aluna Sky she can't go for a piss?" Bruce roared. "I'm sorry," Mike croaked. "You're fucking fired," Bruce yelled. Amber refused to look in his direction, as the young man tearfully nodded, and left the room. "So what now?" Amber asked. "We go to your penthouse, order a shit load of pizza, and hide until they call a fucking search party on you," Bruce smiled. "Got a car waiting outside for you." "Sounds perfect," Amber smiled, hugging her agent. "I'll be out in a sec." "Where are you going?" Bruce asked. "I'm dying for a wee," Amber smirked. Bismiris, Messfanatic, OmoL and 8 others 11 Quote Link to comment
nononono 420 Posted July 27, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted July 27, 2022 Paris, France 27-year old Elodie Gasquet sipped her coffee, as she flicked through 'Le Monde'. It was much the same as usual, Covid-19 cases on the rise, fuel prices on the rise, the war in Ukraine still raging on. Only a story about the English popstar Aluna Sky pissing herself during a concert at the O2 broke up the depressing onslaught of articles about death, war and poverty. Elodie allowed herself a slight chuckle at the irony of her bladder giving up whilst she was performing 'Holding On'. Elodie wasn't a Paris native, hailing instead from Lyon. But today she had a job interview, with the people who wrote the words she digested with her overpriced croissant and coffee. After five years as a journalist with 'Le Progrès', a Lyon based newspaper, she was ready for a change. And what better change than to work for one of the biggest newspapers in France? She checked her phone, she had about an hour before the interview. Time for a nice walk to clear my head, Elodie thought. Heading to the bathroom, Elodie recoiled as she opened the stall. The toilet seat was covered in urine, and some inconsiderate arsehole had neglected to flush, leaving shit smeared loo paper inside the bowl. The smell alone was unbearable. Do they not clean after themselves in Paris? Elodie grimly thought to herself. Thankfully, she was only visiting the loo as she felt she may as well given she had time. She was by no means desperate, and would comfortably be able to wait until she got to Le Monde. Elodie mentally ran through her notes as she walked along the Seine. Truthfully, she didn't really know what to expect. She'd not had an interview since she got her job as 'Le Progrès' five years ago. She frantically tried to remember every exaggeration she'd included in her cover letter, every detail she'd overindulged to pad out her CV. She checked her outfit once again - a navy blue suit complete with a white jumper, which was making her sweat lightly on a hotter-than-usual March morning. She took a long swig from her water bottle, as her mouth tended to get very dry when she was nervous. Speaking of nerves, she needed to pee for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. She knew it was mostly just a nervous reaction, but it still caused the short brunette some discomfort. Passing one of the many dull grey public toilets that lined Paris's streets, she thought about using it. But she knew from experience that they were fairly disgusting, and only to be used in dire situations. Realising she was ahead of time, she stopped by the river. Pulling out her phone, she checked Google Maps to see if she was going the right way. Her phone agreed, predicting she'd make it to the offices with ten minutes to spare. A text came in from her boyfriend: "Good luck for the interview, you'll be amazing." Elodie smiled, and went to reply. Before she could press send, she gasped as two hooded teenagers raced passed, riding their bikes along the pavement. In shock after the second boy narrowly avoided crashing straight into her, Elodie let go of her phone, dropping it straight into the River Seine. "Fuck!!!!" Elodie yelled to no one in particular, as both boys had already cycled into the distance. She wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn't. It was time to compose herself. The phone could wait, now she just needed to focus on performing as well as she could in her interview. --- "Hello, my name is Elodie Gasquet, I have an interview at 11 today," Elodie panted. She was sweaty, stressed and she really needed the toilet. She was also late, struggling to find the building without the aid of Google Maps. The receptionist looked disapprovingly at her. "The interview started five minutes ago, I will bring you through now." Elodie debated asking whether she had time to use the bathroom, but she sensed that she shouldn't push her luck. The first part of her interview was a group task with the other applicants, and she didn't really know what to expect. It sounded like they didn't wait for her to arrive either, so she knew she'd be up against it. "Mr Millot, here is Miss Gasquet," the stern receptionist announced, as Elodie sheepishly waved to a room with her three rivals, and Mr Millot, one of the editors. "Ah Miss Gasquet, I see you've found us," Mr Millot went in for a handshake, his tone was warmer than she'd expected from an editor of a major newspaper. "You have 55 minutes to produce a mini newspaper with the other applicants. Sadly as you are late, you don't get to choose your story. All the information you need is on the desk there, just try your best!" Elodie nodded and took a seat. Her bladder sloshed uncomfortably, filling rapidly with her earlier coffee and water bottle. She reviewed the information, she was stuck writing a story about water bills rising. Shifting around to find her most comfortable position, she started to dissect the sources in front of her, and planned her article. --- Elodie's legs were tightly crossed now, but she had at least finished her article. Writing about the cost of running water had proved to be an extra challenge for her bladder, which yearned for relief, but she knew she'd be able to see to her need very soon. Staring desperately at the clock, and squirming in her seat, Elodie was relieved to hear Mr Millot's voice. "Okay, that's your time, thank you all for your hard work!" He grabbed a copy of their finished newspaper, and smiled as he skimmed it. "I will read through it now, then we'll call you for your individual interviews shortly!" The four of them were ushered towards a sofa just outside of the reception area. Elodie couldn't help but notice one of the other applicants looked in quite a state, and her suspicions were confirmed when she overheard her speak to the receptionist: "Excuse me, where is the toilet?" The receptionist gestured towards a single person bathroom, which the slightly older lady practically ran towards. "Is there another bathroom?" Elodie asked, trying her best not to dance on the spot. The receptionist shook her head "I'm afraid visitors are only permitted to use this bathroom. Don't worry, I'm sure she won't be long," she added the second sentence after seeing the look of despair on Elodie's face. Elodie grinned, although she suspected it looked more like a grimace. She sat down next to the other two candidates, instinctively reaching for her phone, before realising she didn't have that option anymore. Instead, she once again ran through her interview questions, whilst repeatedly checking to see if the bathroom door would open. A wave of urgency hit Elodie, and she crossed her legs just that bit tighter to ensure that her white knickers remained dry. Without thinking, she lightly tapped her foot, and resisted the urge to openly hold herself. Elodie had foolishly finished another bottle of water during the interview, in an absent minded attempt to combat her dry mouth. She was paying the price now, with her bladder feeling very full indeed. "Hey, I'm Richard by the way," a young man of a similar age to her went to shake her hand, snapping her out of her desperate stupor. "Elodie," she grinned/grimaced, returning the handshake. "So where are you coming from?" he asked. As the two traded small talk, Elodie could barely hide her despair as the bathroom became available, only for the other remaining applicant to go and use it. The older woman returned, looking much more relieved, and sighing audibly as she sat down next to the two of them. "Thank God for that, I thought I was going to have an accident," she chuckled. "You'll know what I mean when you have children," she added, smiling at Elodie. Elodie laughed uncomfortably, desperately hoping for her pelvic floor muscles to remain strong. The three of them chatted, but soon after, Elodie was no longer able to focus on the conversation, instead being slowly driven insane by the locked bathroom door. The guy had been at least five minutes in there, and Elodie couldn't take it any more. "Excuse me, is there another bathroom I can use? It's really urgent," Elodie asked the receptionist. "I'm sorry, there is only one visitors toilet," she bluntly replied. Elodie groaned, and took matters into her own hands, heading towards the bathroom. She knocked aggressively on the door. "How long are you going to be?" she asked. The man groaned. "I'm sorry, I must have eaten something bad. It's going to be a while." Elodie almost screamed in frustration, but composed herself. As she returned to the sofa, Mr Millot was waiting. "Miss Gasquet, would you like to come through?" --- It took all of her might not to wet herself in her seat as Mr Millot poured her a glass of water. "So Miss Gasquet, tell us a bit about yourself?" I'm on the verge of pissing myself in your office, Elodie thought to herself. In reality, she launched into a flustered answer, detailing her career so far whilst struggling to keep her talking speed down. Mr Millot and the other two journalists on the panel nodded in unison, seemingly impressed by her CV thus far. "What can you bring to this job?" A very, very full bladder. Elodie instead bluffed a response about how her work ethic would make her a valuable team player, and that she was always willing to go the extra mile to get a story. She'd started to hold herself under the table, and she hoped no one would notice. "Where do you see yourself in five years time?" Hopefully I'll have gone to the toilet by then. In truth, Elodie had no idea. Stumbling slightly, she eventually came up with an unconvincing response, claiming she'd be travelling the world as one of Le Monde's most valuable journalists. The panel of suits still seemed to like her answer, smiling at her lofty ambitions. "What's your greatest weakness?" The fact I just leaked a bit during that question. Indeed, Elodie blushed as a drop of urine escaped her quivering peehole, and she had to cross her legs with all her might to stop anymore coming out. Avoiding cliches, she admitted that she struggled with confidence early on in her career, but had been taking on public speaking engagements to help overcome this. "How do you -----" "I'm so sorry, but I have to go," Elodie exclaimed, running out of the room in tears. The desperation was too great. Her bladder burned intensely, and she knew she'd have wet herself if she'd stayed in the room. Before Mr Millot could say anything, she was gone. Running to the lobby toilet, she was aghast to find that the door was still locked. A long spurt reminded her she didn't have time to wait. Running out of the building before anyone could stop her, she turned into a side street. Pulling her blue suit trousers and white panties down, her plight was finally over. A jet of urine escaped her peehole, absolutely soaking the pavement. Elodie was too relieved to be embarrassed, not caring that anyone on that side of the building could look out of their window and see a tsunami exploding out of her urethra. She didn't care that her expensive suit trousers were now painted with specks of urine, nor that she was not going to get her dream job at Le Monde. This was relief like she'd never felt before in her life. After two minutes of almost orgasmic peeing, her bladder was empty. She put her head in her hands, trousers and knickers still round her ankles, and sobbed with relief, before her moment of peace was interrupted by a cough. It was the receptionist, looking more disapprovingly at her than ever. "You left your bag inside." FullBladder85, WiiGuy86, Bismiris and 12 others 14 1 Quote Link to comment
Kate95 97 Posted July 28, 2022 Share Posted July 28, 2022 Great 👍 Will we read next parts?) Quote Link to comment
Edward45 42 Posted July 30, 2022 Share Posted July 30, 2022 Very for Japan and Mexico ngl ILoveOmorashi 1 Quote Link to comment
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nononono 420 Posted August 1, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted August 1, 2022 Tokyo, Japan 20-year old Mei Minuki overdramatically gasped, as she voluntarily released her achingly full bladder. Her pee splashed all over the wooden floorboards, with cameraman Takumi ready to capture every last drop. They were on the top floor of a warehouse in downtown Tokyo, and for Mei, it was her final shoot of the day. What had started as a side hustle was now Mei's full time career, and she had become a popular figure amongst the Omorashi community. Mei didn't even know what Omorashi was a few years ago. But she'd met a producer by chance in a bar, and had been persuaded to give it a chance. In truth, she quite enjoyed it, and it made her a decent amount of money, enough to move away from her disapproving parents. "Okay, we've got it!" Kei called out, the demanding producer who Mei had met in the bar eighteen months ago. "Let's go." "I'll just go and shower," Mei peeled her piss soaked knickers off, and removed her bra which had been covering her small but perky breasts. Mei had found that any shyness about her body disappeared as soon as she walked on set. "I've got to go now, I'll see you tomorrow!" Kei waved goodbye, hurrying off with Takumi and the other cameramen. Mei nodded. It had been quite a punishing time for her bladder, and tomorrow was going to be her fourth day of shooting in a row. She loved the feeling of holding it in during shoots so much, but she often found that the drive back home was a nightmare, given the amount of water she has to drink when filming. Mei lived about an hour out of the city, and generally she'd always be absolutely bursting by the time she had the keys through the door. During one traffic jam, she wet herself in the car, and on a fair few occasions, she'd had to stop at the side of the road because she couldn't last a minute longer. Hot water now streaming onto Mei's body, she slowly rubbed shower gel all over her body, making especially sure that her crotch was clean. Turning the shower off, she grabbed her towel, dried herself off, and changed into some new clothes: some skinny jeans, a white t shirt and black leather jacket. At the top of the stairs, it was time for her daily choice. Walk down all sixteen flights of stairs, or take the lift. Once again, the lift won. Putting her headphones in, she played the new Aluna Sky song 'Don't Care' for the fourth time that day. Mei was thankful for Aluna Sky for many reasons: not only did her music sound amazing, her accident on stage almost two months ago had led to a dramatic increase in people buying her videos. Understandably, she'd gone very quiet since that concert, but Mei was glad she was back. She waited patiently for the lift to arrive, checking her messages whilst singing along with the chorus: "I don't care what they say about me, fuck the haters and the paparazzi." Mei stopped singing as a handsome well-dressed man stood beside her, also waiting for the lift. "Please, don't stop singing because of me," the man laughed. Mei giggled awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. The lift arrived, and both got in. The lift said it had a capacity of 8, but Mei felt that it would be too tight with any more than four normal sized people. She reached to press the ground floor button, only to find her new acquaintance had beaten her to it. Looking at him, he could have been aged anything between 25 and 40. Either way, Mei liked what she saw. Without warning, the lift juddered violently, lights flashing on and off. Mei gasped, resisting the urge to cling on to the older gentleman. Their journey ground to a halt, lights back on, but lift definitely not moving. Mei sighed in frustration, as the handsome stranger called for help. "They said they can send someone to fix it in an hour," the man calmly informed her. Mei felt her face whiten. She knew her own bladder, it was already rapidly filling up after spending all day chugging water. In an hour, she'd be beyond desperate to go. "Okay, thank you for calling," she composed herself. "I'm Yoshikito, by the way," the man smiled. --- 45 minutes had passed, and Mei was dying for relief. Her bladder pulsated, full to the brim with urine. She hadn't even been able to flirt with her new friend, who'd been on some business call since they got stuck. A message came through on the group chat she shared with several of the models who worked for the same agency: it was the link to a Buzzfeed article which her friend had sent, with the caption 'we should sign her up 😂😂😂'. The article was from a French journalist, with the story about how she blew an interview with a French newspaper because she was so desperate to pee. The story finished on a positive note, with the young journalist saying she was glad that she had messed up the interview, because she now has a dream job working for Buzzfeed. Mei smiled 'Good for you, Elodie', she thought. Her bladder spasmed, and Mei couldn't help but moan a bit. Yoshikito looked down from his phone call, eye brows raised. Mei crossed her legs, and desperately hoped that the people coming to rescue them would hurry up. "So what do you do?" Yoshikito asked, seemingly done with his business. "Oh erm I'm a secretary," Mei lied, just like her parents wanted her to. Yoskikito looked on expectantly, waiting for more information. "At this small paper business, we work upstairs." "I see," Yoshikito looked unconvinced. "You know, you look very familiar." Dirty boy, Mei thought, smiling. "Not likely, maybe you've bought paper from us before." Yoshikito laughed. "Are you okay? You look uncomfortable." "I'm fine," Mei replied, another lie. "Just want to get out of here." In an alternative universe, Mei would be peeing on the side of the road right about now. Just the thought of that reality led to another urgent pang hitting her bladder. The waistband of her tight jeans wasn't helping, it felt as though someone was trying to wring her bladder out. Yoshikito took a drink of water, and that was enough of a visual cue for her body to try and start the process of urination. A leak escaped, Mei had to use all her might to prevent the dam from bursting completely. Mei stood up, regretting it immediately, as she almost collapsed from the pressure and weight of her exploding organ. Unable to stand still, she frantically bounced around the lift humming to herself. "Are you sure you're okay?" Yoshikito asked, looking more serious this time. "I need to go to the bathroom," Mei groaned. "Desperately." Another spurt of wee escaped her aching peehole, trickling down each leg of her tight skinny jeans. Panicking, Yoshikito handed her his empty lunchbox. "Here, use this." Mei ripped her skinny jeans off as quickly as she could, her knickers now soaked with her urine. Despite this, she still removed them, shouting at Yoshikito to turn around in the process. Urine jetted against the plastic of his lunchbox, and Mei could hardly contain her moans as she felt her bladder deflating. As she reached the point of no return, the lift roared back into action. Realising what was about to happen, Mei tried to stem the flow, but it was impossible. Her bladder continued to void, as Yoshikito looked on in shock. The lift pinged, and the doors flew open, exposing Mei to three workmen who had quietly fixed the lift early. Mei didn't even bother to hide, as her exposed pee hole continued to allow her piss to flow. She didn't even notice the lunchbox overflowing, and her pee start to soak the floor of the lift. Finally she was done, and she snapped back to reality, holding the lunchbox full to the brim with her pee. "Yeah, you can keep that lunchbox," Yoshikito laughed. "I knew I recognised you from somewhere!" dudebro00, MisterBlue, ILoveOmorashi and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
Bf1fan 171 Posted August 1, 2022 Share Posted August 1, 2022 I’d like to see potentially Philippines or any Latin American country ILoveOmorashi 1 Quote Link to comment
Edward45 42 Posted August 1, 2022 Share Posted August 1, 2022 The idea of a long bathroom line with lots of different desperate ladies of a culture is cool ILoveOmorashi 1 Quote Link to comment
Avery Fox 100 Posted August 2, 2022 Share Posted August 2, 2022 I would love to see the Netherlands a country where the culture very much is behave within the norms Quote Link to comment
nononono 420 Posted August 2, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted August 2, 2022 Rio De Janeiro, Brazil "One espresso please." Maria De Souza was ready. It was the day she'd always dreamed of since she was 8, her first day as a fully fledged police officer. All the hard hours training, the weekends spent at the gym, the nights out missed, were going to be worth it. She was a police officer. Not just anywhere either - she was working in Rocinha, one of the most notorious regions of Rio, a hotbed for crime. Only the brightest and strongest police officers were placed there, and very rarely were new recruits thrown straight in at the deep end. She thanked the barista, and grabbed her coffee, before continuing to walk towards the police station. It was Good Friday, one of the biggest days in the Brazilian cultural calendar, and the atmosphere was already buzzing in Rocinha. Families were starting to gather, in anticipation of a reenactment of the passion of the Christ later that afternoon. The sun was beating down, with a cool breeze making for a perfect spring day. "Hi, I'm Maria De Souza, it's my first day," Maria beamed at Desk Officer. "Okay Miss De Souza, let's get you an ID badge set up, if you just want to smile quickly." Before Maria could react accordingly, the desk officer had taken a picture of her, and was already uploading it onto a computer. "Here you are," he passed her an ID badge a few moments later, Maria nodded, impressed at the officer's efficiency. "I'll call Officer Ramos down now." Officer Ramos was an intimidating man, despite his short stature. The tenacity of a rottweiler in the body of a poodle. He was renowned as a bit of a bastard among senior police officers, and he was even worse with new recruits. "De Souza, with me." Maria followed him down the corridor, taking the opportunity to swig some of her coffee which had finally cooled down. "We're going to be stationed on Estrada de Gavea today. Be vigilant because there's been a lot of reports of pickpocketing recently." "No problem sir, when are we leaving?" Maria asked. "Two minutes, at the front," Ramos replied, already walking away from his newest officer. "Motherfucker," Maria muttered underneath her breath. Seeing a cafeteria in the break room, she took the opportunity to fill her now empty paper cup. She'd not slept that well and needed all the caffeine she could get. Aware that she'd not used the bathroom since waking up, she decided she should probably relieve herself too. The last thing she wanted was to be caught short on her first day. Especially not while working with Ramos. Before she could make it to the ladies room, a familiar voice interrupted her. "Mariaaaaaaa!" It was Camila Sanchez, her mentor during her training, an experienced larger than life officer who had become a maternal figure to Maria. "How are you doing?" "I'm pretty good, working with Ramos all day, so that should be fun," Maria laughed. Camila's face said it all. "The bastard," she mocked spitting. She rampaged into a story about how Ramos had made his last new recruit quit after four weeks, and Maria nodded along, slowly accepting that she wasn't going to have time to pee beforehand. "Camila, I have to go!" Maria exclaimed after her senior's 10th unique expletive to described Ramos. "I can't be late for my first shift." Camila kissed her forehead, and looked into her eyes. "Good luck beautiful." If Maria was apprehensive at first, she was actively dreading it now. Her heart sank as she walked past the ladies restroom, the coffee from earlier was now sitting comfortably in her bladder, and the nerves weren't helping. Ramos was stood outside, looking at his watch. "WHEN I SAY TWO MINUTES, I MEAN TWO MINUTES. YOU IDIOT! DID THEY NOT TEACH YOU HOW TO BE ON TIME DURING TRAINING?" he roared at her. "I'm sorry sir, won't happen again sir!" Maria stifled back tears. "Car, now." --- The car journey was completely silent. The two were now stationed in Rocinha, ready to catch potential criminals on one of the busiest days of the year. Maria was regretting that second coffee, the first had gone right through her, and the second was filling up her bladder at a rapid pace. It wasn't helped by her tight fitting green police uniform, which whilst flattering her large chest, was also tight around her stomach, putting pressure on her bladder. She thought about asking Ramos if she could run to use the public toilets which were a three minute walk away, but she figured she knew what his answer would be. For now, she'd have to suffer in silence. She danced around on the spot a bit, finding the movement helped reduce her need slightly. "Keep still, you're not a fucking ballet dancer," Ramos barked. "Sorry sir," Maria replied, embarrassed that he'd noticed her pee dance. She had to go pretty badly now. Whilst her bladder was traditionally pretty large, she hadn't peed since waking up at 7. Since then, she'd had two coffees, plus a glass of orange juice and a water bottle. It was now midday, and all that recycled liquid was ready to go. --- Maria winced, as Ramos took a swig out of his water bottle. Two hours had passed, and Maria was beyond desperate. Her bladder was constantly reminding her how full it was, and she couldn't even hold herself to relieve the pressure, for fear of being reprimanded by Ramos. An intense burst of desperation forced her hand. "Erm Sir, can I be excused for five minutes to go to the restroom?" Maria asked. Ramos looked at his watch. "I suppose we have been out here for a while. Hurry." "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Maria ran as fast as she could down the street. Her burning peehole quivered as she sprinted down the street, with her bladder heavy like a boulder. She was truly bursting for relief, and she almost let go there and then when she saw the sign for the bathrooms. "Police, police!" someone yelled across the other side. Maria wanted to cry. She was literally outside the door to the bathroom, but she now had to put her need aside to help an innocent civilian. She saw a balaclaved man running away from the scene, and figured that was her perpetrator. It felt like she had a dagger pushing against her stomach with every step, and she spluttered as she felt the criminal slipping away. She knew that she didn't really have a choice if she wanted to get someone locked up on her first day. Relaxing everything as she ran, her bladder gave way into her green trousers. Maria was too invested in the chase to enjoy the moment properly, as her bladder slowly deflated. Her trousers were now saturated with piss, which continued to pour out of her peehole. She felt as though with every ounce of liquid she lost, she ran a little bit faster, and by the time her bladder had emptied completely, she'd caught her suspect. Placing handcuffs on her suspect, she tried her best not to grin, both at finally being able to pee and having caught her first criminal. Ramos sprinted towards them, struggling for breath. "I'll take it from here De Souza, you did well today!" Ramos almost seemed to smile at her before looking down at her soaked trousers. "And don't worry, that happens more often than you'd think." aizwalestine, cruiser79, drthunder and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
nononono 420 Posted August 9, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted August 9, 2022 Cologne, Germany The queue for Bootshaus Club showed no signs of moving. It was 11:30pm, on a cool May evening, and Sabine Meyer and her friends were growing increasingly impatient. The girls had known each other since pre-school, but hadn't had time to meet up properly since the pandemic. All four of them were now working women, but were excited for their first clubbing experience in years, a chance to let their hair down. Sabine was the clear leader of the group, a beautiful, tall blonde, outspoken and now training to be a lawyer. Petra was Sabine's best friend, a much shorter woman with curly, brown hair, who was now a nursery teacher. Mia was quiet, her black fringe giving a mysterious vibe. She worked in a cafe and everyone who walked in fancied her. Lena was the group lightweight, already the most drunk by far. When sober, she was a surprisingly competent nurse. "Oh my God, I have to pee sooooo badly," Lena moaned, bouncing up and down, both due to her bladder and the cold breeze blowing. "Me too babe, I'm not sure I can hold it," Petra winced, theatrically bending down. "Stop moaning girls, we're nearly at the front," Sabine sighed. "I can't, I'm going to wet myself," Petra was almost crying. And with that, she ducked under the red rope, and desperately headed towards the alleyway. "Wait there," Lena called out, clutching herself. A few seconds passed, Mia squirmed on the spot before admitting defeat. "Ugh I can't wait anymore." Sabine shook her head. It always shocked her how small her friend's bladders were. It felt like every time they hung out, Sabine spent half her time waiting for them outside of the ladies room. She wondered how they functioned in their normal jobs, given they seemed to be bursting for the toilet every hour or so. Looking greatly relieved, and ignoring the people behind complaining at their pushing back in the line, the girls returned. "Ahhh that's so much better, was so close to peeing myself then!" Lena exclaimed at a decibel that even people inside the club would have been able to hear. "You girls need to get your bladders checked, seriously. What was that, half an hour since you last peed?" Sabine rolled her eyes. "You know how it is, when you break the seal. Don't pretend you don't have to go too," Petra replied. Sabine shrugged. "Not really." "But how? You've had like three pints, and I've only seen you use the bathroom once this evening," Lena exclaimed. "I guess I just have an iron bladder," Sabine laughed. "So you don't need to go if I do this?" Lena asked, before imitating a hissing sound. Sabine shook her head. "That's ridiculous, I have to pee again already," Petra replied. "She's just pretending she doesn't have to go. She thinks she'll appear weak if she excuses herself to go to the toilet, so she'll just sneak off when no-one's looking," Mia spoke up. Sabine frowned. "That's bullshit Mia, you just can't cope that I have the strongest bladder in Germany." "Oh yeah? Prove it. I bet you can't hold it until we get home," Petra looked her best friend in the eye, gauging her enthusiasm for the challenge. Sabine smirked. "Easy," she replied, shaking Petra's hand to signify her commitment to the challenge. "Oh and we have to stay until closing time," Lena added. --- It had gone midnight by the time they got in. Petra, Mia and Lena all sprinted to the toilets as soon as they got in, leaving Sabine to get some drinks from the bar. 'Don't Care' by Aluna Sky was playing at an earachingly loud volume, that song had become almost impossible to avoid. Sabine would never admit this to the girls, but she was starting to feel an urge to urinate. Under normal circumstances, she probably would have considered joining the girls in the loos, but she was competitive, and refused to admit defeat. "Here you go girls," Sabine passed the girls a double vodka and coke each. "Where's your drink?" Petra asked. "I've drunk it already," Sabine lied. "Bullshit, you're a shit liar," Petra faked indignation. "Don't worry, I'll get you a drink," Mia smiled. Five minutes later, she came back with a pint of Carling, much to the annoyance of Sabine's bladder. "You just looked like you were enjoying those beers so much earlier!" Mia reasoned. Reluctantly, Sabine started to take short sips from the plastic glass of Carling. Her situation was worsening rapidly, she hadn't peed since 9pm. Since then, she'd had two pints, some water, a few shots, and was now adding a third pint onto her already full bladder. She strongly regretted her bet now, and given closing time was 3, it would be at least three and a half hours before she could see to her need. --- "Do you have to pee yet?" Lena asked her, noticing Sabine's grimace as she finally finished her pint, an hour after starting. Sabine played it cool, "Meh. Maybe a little." In reality, that couldn't be further from the truth. Sabine was absolutely bursting, and it was only the fact they were on a dancefloor that she was able to disguise how badly she had to go. Her bladder constantly jabbed at her, unbelievably desperate for release. "I'll get you another drink then," Petra smirked. "Unless you'd rather go to the bathroom first?" Sabine was determined. "Sounds good." A wave of intense desperation reminded her of her bladder's dissatisfaction with her decision making. Sabine looked around, Petra had gone to the bar, Mia was getting off with a girl she'd met a few minutes ago, Lena was nowhere to be seen. This was her chance. Practically hobbling, she winced and grimaced as she snuck into the queue for the bathroom. "Excuse me, can I go in front of you? I'm really really desperate," Sabine admitted to a stranger in front of her. "Ha, join the club," the girl in front danced on the spot. "Seriously, I don't think I can hold it, my bladder's about to explode," Sabine cried. The girl in front noticed her swollen stomach and relented, astonished by the sight of woman absolutely full to the brim with urine. Sabine was next in line, painfully close to relief. A spurt leaked into her panties as the toilet was in sight, and the sounds of women urinating, taps trickling, toilets flushing was almost too much for her to bear. "Oh hi Sabine, what are you doing here?" It was Lena, walking out of the toilets. "Oh, hi. I was just on my way to get some fresh air," Sabine felt another long spurt of piss dampen the crotch of her panties. "I'll come with you!" Lena cheerfully replied, pulling Sabine away from salvation. --- "You know you don't have to do this?" Lena asked her clearly desperate friend. "I'm fine," Sabine lied, as she felt a rivulet of wee run down each leg. "No you're not, you're going to hospitalise yourself if you keep this up," Lena looked genuinely concerned. Another spurt of pee convinced her. "Okay you're right," Sabine responded. Practically wetting herself already, she stumbled inside, all dignity gone. She clutched herself for dear life, and desperately scanned the bathroom line. Realising she didn't have time, she darted into the men's restroom on her right. Ignoring the cries of protesting men, Sabine contorted herself to stop any more pee leaking out, assessing whether there were any stalls free. With all taken, she was forced into her last resort option. Hitching her skirt up and pulling her panties to one side, her bladder was finally able to release properly, into a urinal next to six other men. She didn't care that a load of strangers in Cologne were staring at her naked pussy, nor that she was moaning like she'd had the best sex of her life. All that mattered was she was finally able to piss. Her eyes rolled heavenward as an unprecedented amount of pee exited her body as force. All the men left the bathroom as soon as possible, even the attendant, to give this poor woman privacy. The relief was so great, that Sabine was practically cumming, as her stomach slowly returned to its normal size. Feeling naughty, she did the rest in her already soaked panties, letting the fabric soak up the rest of her hot piss. Unable to resist any longer, she frantically rubbed her clit, and after seconds, she was in ecstasy, groaning like no man had ever made her feel. She was done. Taking her panties off, she left them in the bin, and pulled her skirt back down to avoid flashing the whole nightclub. peeople, WiiGuy86, ILoveOmorashi and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
vincp44 500 Posted August 9, 2022 Share Posted August 9, 2022 Brilliant title 😁 Quote Link to comment
nononono 420 Posted August 11, 2022 Author Share Posted August 11, 2022 Athens, Greece "Wait, so you pissed yourself?" Cassia Gataki adjusted her flowing blue dress as she spoke to her friend from university over Zoom. Maria met Sabine Meyer studying in London together, and had been very good friends ever since. "Basically. I had to go soooooo so so badly, and the line for the ladies bathroom was too long, so I had to use the urinals," Sabine laughed, a week after her embarrassment in Cologne. "Oh my God, that is so funny! That is so classic Sabine," Cassia chuckled. "That is not classic Sabine," she frowned. "You know how big my bladder is." "Yeah, and I know that when you have to go, you HAVE to go," Cassia goaded her friend. "That's not true," Sabine scoffed. "Uh, the summer ball?" Cassia queried. "I've never seen someone pee so much as you did in that alleyway." "Apart from that," Sabine replied. "On the car to the airport, I thought you were going to pass out," Cassia laughed. "Yeah, well at least I don't have the smallest bladder in the world," Sabine retorted. "Haha, maybe. Speaking of which, I have to pee so badly, I'll call you next week," Cassia squirmed. "Okay girl, love you!" Sabine ended the zoom call. Sat on the toilet, Cassia sighed as she voided her bladder. Sabine was right, Maria did have a ridiculously small bladder. Any road trip longer than an hour would inevitably end in Cassia begging the driver to stop, and all social occasions had to be planned around where the bathrooms were. Still, Cassia found solace in stories like Sabine's, and that even a bladder as strong as hers could struggle. After wiping her neatly trimmed pussy, she flushed, pulled her purple panties up and washed her hand. Looking in the mirror, she adjusted her brown, curly hair, ready to go to work. Despite spending last year doing a masters, she had struggled to find work, so she was working at a beach bar in Athens to pay her rent. She filled up her water bottle, grabbed her keys and headed out the door, ready for her six hour shift. --- The bus had been held up by traffic, and now Cassia was stressing about being late. She'd sent her boss a text, but had no response. It was 4:02, her shift should have started already, yet she was still about a mile away. On top of that, she needed a wee. Her legs were tightly crossed, but the water she had already drunk had gone straight to her tiny bladder. This was one of the most challenging things about her job. There was a toilet, but it was about a five minute walk from the beach hut itself. There had been countless times when her colleague had to cover her so she could dash and relieve herself. On a few occasions, she'd struggled to make it to the toilet without leaking. Her phone pinged, it was Emily, an English girl on her gap year, who had been working with her at the bar. "Cass, where are u? I'm desperate or a wee" That was odd, thought Cassia. Christos should be there now, so why hasn't Emily gone home yet? "Sorry, stuck in traffic, will be a few more minutes." Within seconds, a reply. "Okay pls hurry, I'm bursting." Cassia arrived at the shack to find her colleague desperately dancing on the spot. "So sorry Emily, the traffic was awful!" "That's okay, can you help me take this off? I might actually piss myself," Emily still had the cash belt round her, and there was a customer waiting. "Where's Christos?" Cassia asked, trying to undo the belt buckle, a job made harder by Emily's inability to stay still. "Didn't you hear? He's got COVID, along with everyone else. We're the last two standing," Emily squirmed. "Ahhhhhh, please be gentle, I think a bit just came out." "So are you staying? What if I need the bathroom?" Cassia asked. "I'm sorry, I need to go, I'll see you tomorrow," Emily was already running towards the toilet, and Cassia could have sworn she saw a dark patch on her light denim shorts. Flustered by everything, Cassia would have forgotten she had someone to serve until he gently coughed. "So sorry, what can i get for you?" Cassia snapped into business mode. "2 pints of Peroni please," the young Englishman asked. As Cassia poured, she was reminded again that her bladder was also in need of relief. Once the man had paid and taken his beers, she sent another message to Emily. "Any chance you can come here quickly before you go? I forgot to pee before my shift." Ten minutes passed with a steady stream of customers starting to build up. Normally, it wouldn't be so manic with two of them, but with Cassia manning the bar by herself, and no others open on the beach, it was getting hectic, particularly now people were starting to leave work. Her phone buzzed: "Sorry Cass, only just saw this! On bus back already. Try asking next door." They were next to a food stand selling burgers, but right now, it was too busy for Cassia to even stop and ask the stand next door. And anyway, they looked fairly swamped as well. --- Cassia had now tried to phone her boss 17 times. Her bladder was reaching breaking point, three hours into service. Every pint poured sent a signal to her bladder, reminding it of its fullness. In the heat of the afternoon, she'd got so thirsty that she couldn't help finishing her water bottle, and she'd nearly finished a second one. Normally during a six hour shift, she'd go and pee at least two times, if not three. Yet three hours into this one, she still hadn't gone, despite her being desperate. "Are you okay?" a quiet Italian woman asked, as Cassia looked to the sky in exasperation. "I'm fine, just been a busy day," Cassia lied, as she poured her two pints, once again clenching her pelvic floor muscles with all her might. The woman looked back, unconvinced, before taking the pints and thanking Cassia. Gasping as a drop of wee escaped into her panties, Cassia knew she didn't have long. Her phone rang. "Hello?" Cassia asked. "Hi Cass, it's Christos, how's it going?" he asked. "Why are you only just phoning back? What sort of manager are you? As soon as this shift finishes, I'm reporting all this. I don't care if people have COVID, you can't expect us to work without breaks," Cassia yelled down the phone, now not even caring that she was leaking into her knickers. "Look I fucked up but you don't need to report this. Just finish the shift and I'll give you a raise, how about that?" he asked. "Finish the shift? Christos, I haven't been to the bathroom all afternoon, I can't wait that long," she pleaded, feeling another long spurt run down her legs. "Okay, tell you what, I'll send my daughter down, she can get there in half an hour and finish your shift for you," he negotiated. "Why couldn't she have done that in the first place? Whatever, send her down as soon as possible because I don't think I can hold on much longer," she hissed. Ignoring the wetness in her panties, Cassia continued with her job the best she could, contorting herself into the most awkward positions wherever possible to help hold it in. Her need was obvious, a few customers had even offered to watch the bar for her, but she knew she couldn't do that. She would quit, but she couldn't afford to look for another job. Cassia was in agony, her bladder was screaming for release, begging for the toilet. It was while she was pouring what felt like her millionth pint that day that it finally became too much. Almost as soon as she pulled down on the tap, her bladder gave up the battle. Involuntarily, the contents of her bladder started to slowly spill all over the floor. The customer surely noticed that the sound of pouring liquid continued after she'd finished pouring his beer, but Cassia played it cool, pretending that nothing was going on. Her panties were now completely saturated, so her hot urine splashed all over her legs and feet. Red faced, the customer grabbed his beer quickly, pretending to not know that the server was pissing herself. A few people in the queue decided they'd try and find somewhere else to get their beer, and in the end, there was just one customer left at the bar. "Fuck, and I thought I had to go bad," it was Emily, who had made it to the bar just a little too late. "You have no idea," groaned Cassia. "Fuck it felt so good though. Thanks for coming down anyway." "Hey I know what your bladder is like," Emily laughed. "Sorry I was a bit too late." She kissed her colleague. "I guess I'd better get cleared up then," Cassia was bought back to earth. "Maybe I'll come and help you with that. Don't you need to lock up though?" Emily asked. "Nah. I quit," Cassia announced defiantly, snogging her colleague again. Laughing, the two walked hand in hand towards the bus stop, barely able to contain their excitement for what was certain to be a very fun night. 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stejlhave96 12 Posted August 14, 2022 Share Posted August 14, 2022 Cologne, Germany was by far my faverit 🙂 Quote Link to comment
myaso2005 12 Posted August 25, 2022 Share Posted August 25, 2022 Love the idea and how you intertwine between the stories. Being a line of short stories is a big advantage, though it would be nice to have richer desperation description. Just read only few of them, can't wait to see the next cities and countries. Quote Link to comment
nononono 420 Posted August 30, 2022 Author Share Posted August 30, 2022 Auckland, New Zealand "Oh fuckkkkkk," Annie was practically screaming, as the man she'd only known for a week made her cum for the third time that morning. She gasped frantically as he ejaculated, coating her already soaking pussy in his semen. He kissed her on the forehead, before handing her a tissue, picking one for himself in the process. Annie couldn't remember the last time she'd orgasmed three times in one day. Maybe in the early days of her relationship with Ryan. But that was fifteen years ago now. Fifteen years of mediocre sex. At least it had been until she met Chris. Chris was Annie's equivalent at a rival company. Whilst Annie was the youngest ever CEO of Atella Communications, Chris was in charge of Onyx Waves. A modern day Romeo and Juliet, two rival CEOs shagging behind everyone's back. Including Annie's husband. Excusing herself to pee, Annie felt the familiar pang of guilt. After all, what had Ryan actually done wrong? Apart from being a bit boring. He was a good dad, he rarely shouted and to him, Annie was a goddess. Perhaps that was it, Annie thought, as her body relaxed and a long stream of urine started to slowly pour out of her urethra. They weren't on an even footing at all. Ryan would swim to Italy and back if Annie woke up with a hankering for pizza. Annie resented it when Ryan asked her to turn the lights off in the landing before bed time. Chris was different, and she knew that from the moment their eyes locked in the conference room at the Hilton in Wellington. They'd barely exchanged names before Chris was inside her. Annie felt like she needed to dress up for Chris, she felt she had to watch hours worth of make up tutorials before their secret dates. She shaved her pubic hair for him, something she hadn't done for Ryan since their wedding night. Chris was everything Ryan wasn't: suave, decisive and sexy. After wiping her neatly trimmed pussy, she flushed and washed her hands, before returning back to the bedroom, completely nude. "You can do anything to me after that," Annie whispered into Chris's ear. "Anything." Chris nodded nonchalantly. "Where does your husband think you are?" "He thinks I'm still in Wellington, I told him that I had some more work I needed to do down there," Annie laughed cruelly. "Yeah you've got more work to do alright, eh?" Chris allowed himself a chuckle. "Drink this," he added, handing Annie a 750 ml bottle of water. Annie stared at him blankly, "Why?" "Did you not just say you'd let me do anything?" Chris raised his eyebrow. "Well yeah, I meant sexually," Annie's face betrayed her confusion. "Who says this isn't sexual? You just have to trust me," Chris replied. "Drink up!" Annie downed the water bottle, still not understanding what Chris wanted. In truth, she quite enjoyed the mystery. She'd thought her days of being surprised were long gone, but here she was, having an affair with a strange but beautiful man. "Now why don't you go downstairs and make us some breakfast. I'd like scrambled eggs with chives, and bacon rashers of bacon please, on top of two buttered slices of white toast. Oh and an iced coffee, feel free to get yourself one," Chris grinned. "And they say chivalry is dead," Annie rolled her eyes, yet she felt compelled to do whatever this man asked her to do. She was the youngest ever CEO of her company, and yet now she was making breakfast for her less successful counterpart. Not bothering to get dressed yet, she headed down to the kitchen, giving Chris a good look at her arse at the same time. Annie wasn't much of a chef, her diet mainly consisted of store bought sandwiches and Coke Zero. Occasionally Ryan would cook the two of them sometime, but more often than not, she'd end up reheating it when she returned home late into the evening. After taking a few minutes to navigate her way round the kitchen, she eventually found everything necessary to cook her lover breakfast. "Annie?" a voice called out. "Yeah?" she asked. "Drink another bottle of water," he demanded. "Really? I'm gonna have to piss like a racehorse soon," she laughed. "Now. And I'll know if you pretend," he sternly warned. "What are you gonna do huh?" she called back, stirringly the eggs slightly. "You don't want to know," he replied, without a hint of irony. Reluctantly, Annie downed a second bottle of water, feeling the early signs that her bladder was starting to fill up again. As the last drop ran down her throat, a key started to slowly jiggle in the lock of the door. Quickly, Annie grabbed an apron to cover her naked body, but it was too late, the person standing open mouthed in the doorway had already seen everything. "I'm so sorry, I'll come back later," the cleaner mumbled, trying her best not to make eye contact with the nude businesswoman. "Thank you," Annie weakly replied, embarrassed but slightly turned on. Once the cleaner had left, she poured two mugs of coffee, and served up breakfast. As she returned upstairs holding the tray of food, her eyes widened as she glimpsed Chris attaching hand cuffs to all four corners of the bed. "Put the tray down there," he instructed, pointing to the table by the bed. "Chris... I'm not sure," Annie said apprehensively. "Sorry I thought you said I could do anything? I promise it'll be worth it. I'm going to give you an orgasm so good, you won't be able to walk straight for a month," Chris smiled. "Okay, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom quickly, that water went straight through me," Annie headed towards to bathroom, but Chris's outstretched arm stopped her in her tracks. "No," Chris insisted. Annie's pussy almost convulsed at this display of authority. "But I really have to go," Annie moaned. "You will get to pee. But not yet," Chris promised. "First, I'd like you to put the handcuffs on." "Hmm okay," Annie hopped onto the bed, and stretched her arms and legs out, so Chris could handcuff her to all four corners. Her bladder was starting to fill quickly, and being unable to cross her legs made her ordeal worse. "I'm going to eat breakfast off your body," Chris explained. If you're good, I'll let you have some when I'm done." Annie nodded, feeling her pussy grow wetter and wetter. She gasped as she felt the hot scrambled eggs on her body, and moaned as Chris started eating them, licking them off her massive breasts, before moving down to her stomach. He licked her all over, making sure that every inch of her body was clean. Annie's eyes rolled heavenward, but her bliss was interrupted by the pressure on her abdomen causing her to yelp. "Careful, I have to pee super bad!" Annie moaned. "Drink this," Chris ordered, holding the iced coffee to her lips. Annie raised an eyebrow, "I don't think you understand how bladders work." "Are you going to drink it, or am I going to make you drink it?" Chris asked. "Well since I don't have hands, I don't really have a choice," Annie sighed. Tilting her head to ease the process, Chris climbed on top of Annie, his erect penis resting on her stomach as he slowly poured the entirety of the large glass of iced coffee down her throat. Grabbing an ice cube, he started to gently rub it in circles around her nipples. The sensations of hot and cold on her body were sending her into sensory overload, as well the pressure of Chris's body weight on top of her expanding bladder. She gasped for air as Chris climbed off her, and moved his face down towards her vagina. Her body nearly went into overdrive as he picked up another ice cube, and slowly massaged her clitoris with the corner. "Oh fuck, I need you inside me," Annie begged, her pussy now resembling a swimming pool. She longed to feel Chris's massive penis inside her once more, probing at her full bladder. She felt as though she was going to wet herself as he slowly eased himself inside her. And then it stopped. "I need to go do some work now, I'll see you in a bit," Chris was already putting his suit on. "WHAT. THE. FUCK!" she screamed in between gasps. "You can't leave me like this." "I'll be back soon," Chris waved, before shutting the bedroom door behind him. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD, COME BACK HERE!" Annie begged, her body only able to focus on its desperate need for an orgasm. One touch would do it, and she longed to move her hands, so she could finish the job herself, and have what would surely be the best orgasm she'd ever had. --- Half an hour passed, and while her need to orgasm had died down, she was now desperate for a wee. Being unable to hold herself was torture, as was being able to glimpse the toilet in the en suite. She wriggled around in desperation, hoping that somehow that would free her from the chains. But all she got from that endeavour was sore wrists and ankles. Her bladder had filled rapidly after drinking a litre of water and a large glass of iced coffee, and she was now dying for release. There had been no sign of Chris, and she'd given up shouting for him, not willing to tire out her voice any further. She had tried to reach her phone but it was too far out of reach. Her eyes lit up as the door opened, and her potential salvation walked through. "So sorry babe," he kissed her up and down. "Chris, this isn't funny. I'm dying for a wee and you've just let me here," Annie tried to wriggle free again. Chris clutched her pussy with his left hand, pushing against her peehole. "Does that feel nice?" Annie hated the hold she had over him. "Yes," she reluctantly responded. All the pressure of the last half hour suddenly felt manageable, as he shared the holding effort with her. "On a scale of 1-10 how desperate are you?" he asked. "Hmmm, probably about an 8," she replied. "Sounds like you need some more water then," he chuckled. "No please! I'm already busting, I'll wet the bed," she begged, before he forced the contents of the bottle down her throat. "Can't I just piss in your mouth or something? It's obvious you've got some sort of fetish." "Okay you've caught me. But no, my fetish isn't drinking piss. I love having full bladder sex, just something about the intensity of it, the double relief, there's nothing quite like it," he admitted. "So why not now? I'm already about to piss myself," she complained. "You're not desperate enough. And I'm not desperate enough. But I will be, I've been drinking water downstairs so I reckon in an hour I'll be ready," he replied. "I can't wait that long," she groaned, as she felt a renewed wave of desperation hit her urethra and threaten to leak her piss onto her lover's hand. "Yes you can," he replied. "Because if you don't, I'll tell your husband about what we've been up to this week." Annie's heart sank. "Is this all this is then? Have you just been using me so you can fuck me?" "Don't get me wrong Annie, you're fucking stunning. But this isn't love, I thought we knew it was just sex," Chris's confidence seemed to waver for the first time in Annie's presence. "I don't risk my own marriage for just sex Chris, fucking hell," Annie cried. "Okay look, it's clear we want different things here. If you don't want to do this anymore, then that's fine," Chris relented. "Thank you," Annie replied. "And hurry up, unless you want to change these bedsheets." Chris undid her left hand first, which immediately darted to her peehole. After freeing both her legs, Chris started to unlock the final handcuff when the door burst open. Annie was free but she froze at the sight of four armed men barging their way into the bedroom. The men divided to carry both her and Chris outside, and into the boot of a Land Rover. --- The journey to the warehouse took half an hour, and for the entire journey, Annie's bladder stung with pain. She was beyond desperate now, she was absolutely bursting for a pee. Her bladder was at capacity, and it was only through sheer willpower that she didn't flood the back of the boot. Next to her was Chris, also desperate for the toilet, who had spent most of the journey quietly sobbing and whispering to himself. At least that's what it sounded like through the tape that covered his mouth. Annie was still naked, but she now looked pregnant, as though her bladder had expanded to the size of a basketball. Every speed bump was a threat to her willpower, but she was determined to hold it, at least until she knew what was going on. As the car ground to a halt, a little spurt leaked out of Annie's peehole, making its way down the boot and slightly dampening Chris's trouser leg. The boot opened, and one of the masked men grabbed Chris and through him to the floor. As the four men kicked him repeatedly, he lost control of his bladder, urine jetting uncontrollably through his suit trousers, and out onto the warehouse floor, forming a slowly expanding puddle. As Annie sobbed, a little more urine leaked into the boot of the car. Two of the men stopped beating Chris, and came to the boot of the car. Annie tried to scream, but the tape round her mouth muffled her protests. Jets of pee leaked out of her naked body as they carried her to a chair, and handcuffed her arms. She tightly crossed her legs as the need to pee started to become unbearable. "You fucking bitch!" a familiar voice yelled. The guy removed his balaclava to reveal it was Ryan, the man who she married ten years ago and had two children with. Annie tried to reply but her response was muffled. "What?" Ryan asked furiously. She tried again, before Ryan ripped the tape vigorously. Her bladder throbbed intensely, and the shock of the pain almost opened the floodgates for good. Annie screamed, crossing her legs even tighter. "I said I'm sorry!" "Not fucking good enough," Ryan replied. "Look I know I fucked up, and you have every right to be angry, but this is insane Ryan!" Annie sobbed. Her bladder felt as if it was about to consume her. "I've dedicated my whole life to you, we have fucking kids together, who I look after so you can do the job you love, and this is how you fucking repay me?" Ryan yelled. "I'm really really sorry," she asked. "Please can you let me use the bathroom?" she begged, as the pressure built to intolerable levels. "No," Ryan shouted. "Why the fuck would I do anything to make you feel comfortable?" One of the other masked men chuckled as he turned a tap on. "It didn't mean anything," Annie cried, trying her best to ignore the sound of running water. She looked at Chris, now unconscious and lying in a pool of his own piss. "It was just me being stupid." Her bladder throbbed with a worrying intensity, as she shuffled to try and ease the pressure slightly. "I'm begging you, please let me pee, I've never had to go this bad in my life." Ryan ignored her. "The cleaner this morning, she's the mum of one of Sasha's best friends. She told me everything. And it's not just you, you're nothing fucking special. Apparently she's caught him with three different women this month." Annie sobbed, and a long glug of urine escaped her urethra. "My bladder is about to explode." "He's fucked all our wives," one of the men piped up, before kicking Chris in the face again. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know he was like this,' Annie cried, her resolve finally starting to slip. The urine flowed out her body slowly at first, but then flooded out with intensity. The little holes on the bottom of the chair created a rainfall effect as Annie finally felt relief. Ryan sobbed, unable to handle his emotions anymore, whilst the other three smirked at the woman in front of them, unable to control her own bladder. "Didn't realise they were both such fucking babies," one of the men laughed. "You c*nts are going to have to clean this up later." Annie just held her head down, mortified, but happy to finally be emptying her overflowing organ. The stream eventually slowed to a trickle, and finally stopped. Annie's bladder was empty, but her sense of shame had never been fuller. "Divorce papers will be in the post," Ryan tried to sound authoritative through the tears, before walking away with the other three, leaving the two adulterers in the warehouse alone. WiiGuy86, cruiser79, Flush and 1 other 4 Quote Link to comment
nononono 420 Posted August 31, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted August 31, 2022 Lagos, Nigeria "Ade, come on, we're going to be late!" Adesewa's mum shouted from downstairs. "Coming!" Ade called back. She checked herself in the mirror, adjusting her vibrant yellow dress, and gently applying some moisturiser to her dark skin. "Hurry up, Ade, I won't let my own daughter make me late for church," her mum yelled. "I'm coming Mama, we won't be late," Ade sighed. Ade had just turned 19, and yet was no closer to being able to move out of her family home. A brutal combination of being unable to afford to leave, and having an overprotective mother meant that she was unhappy, stuck in a cramped house on the outskirts of Lagos. Some of her friends had managed to get out, leaving to travel the world, and go to university in new, exciting places. Instead, she was here, working in a shop 9-5 and going with her mum to church every Sunday morning. Ade hated church, she wasn't even sure if she believed in God, but could never tell her mum that, for fear of breaking her heart. Instead, she sucked it up every week to sit through three hours of hymns, dancing and scripture. As she ventured downstairs, she was greeted by her parents, her younger brother and sister and her grandmother, all looking frustrated at being made to wait. "Oh Ade, do you really think that's appropriate for church?" her mum shook her head disapprovingly, presumably referring to her cleavage clearly on show in her tight yellow outfit. "It's fine Mama, all the girls my age wear stuff like this all the time," Ade rolled her eyes, walking towards the bathroom. "Where are you going?" her father asked. "I need to use the restroom," Ade responded. "No no, we're already late, you'll have to wait," her mum instructed. Ade groaned, but she knew that there was no point arguing. Besides, they had toilets at the church she'd be able to use, and her need was by no means urgent. --- "Ugh, why is this taking so long?" Ade moaned, shifting in the back seat of their cramped Hyundai. "Stop wriggling, you're taking all the space," Ade's seven year old brother complained. "Be quiet both of you. Ade, we wouldn't be stuck in traffic if we'd left when I wanted to," her dad sternly told them. "Sorry papa," the two responded in unison. Ade felt uncomfortable, she'd not used the toilet since she woke up at 5am with a bladder ready to explode. It was 9:30am now and she'd had two cups of tea since then, as well as the water bottle which she kept absent-mindedly sipping from. The pressure was starting to build, causing Ade to twist her legs in her seat constantly. This didn't go unnoticed by her brother. "Ade has to peeee, Ade has to peeee," he taunted in a sing song voice. "Shut up Azi, and respect your elders," she hissed. "That's enough you two. I don't know why you think it's okay to speak like that to each other on the Lord's day, but no more!" her mum yelled. Ade sighed, and tapped her fingers against her legs anxiously, hoping she'd have time to pop to the toilet before the service began. --- The car pulled up at 9:58am, just in time for the 10am service. Ade breathed a sigh of relief, she could pee, then sit through the three hour service in peace. "Be quick," her mum shouted, as Ade dashed to the bathroom. In her haste, Ade attempted to barge through the door to the ladies before reading the sign affixed to the door: "TOILETS LOCKED DUE TO VANDALISM". Ade's heart and bladder sank. While her need was fairly large now, in three hours she'd be beside herself. She thought about joining the small queue for the men's toilets, but she had her dignity. She'd just have to deal with it. "Better?" her mum asked. Ade nodded, not wanting her family to know about her predicament. The six of them took their seats in the middle of the church, and Ade's escape route was quickly blocked by an elderly couple who came to sit down next to them. Ade tried her best to compose herself as the procession came in, resisting the urge to shuffle in her place. As soon as the priests and choir were in their places, everyone sat down, Ade immediately crossing her legs. Tightly. The first hour went by fairly innocuously, but Ade's bladder continued to inflate, and with two hours to go, she was desperate for the toilet. Sitting still was now very hard, and she was sure that the people around her had noticed. The constant standing up and sitting down was doing her no favours, neither was her tight yellow dress. "Mama, I have to pee," she heard Azi whisper. "You can hold it," she told him. "I can't, I can't," he cried. "Okay, papa will take you," she instructed. This was is. Ade saw her chance for relief. "It's okay mama, I'll take him," she said, grabbing his hand. "Come on, let's go!" Now out of view of the congregation, Ade writhed in desperation as she stood outside the men's toilets waiting for Azi to finish. Being able to hear the stream of pee was not helping her situation, and after establishing there was no one watching, she dug her hands into her crotch to stop the pee that was so determined to make its way out. Finally the toilet flushed, and Ade steadied herself. "Okay you stay here with me, I'm just going to pee really quickly," she told her brother. As she started to pull her knickers down, Azi giggled, and darted out of the toilets. "Can't catch me!" he yelled. Ade roared in frustration. She knew what Azi was like, and knew that he'd run away and get lost if she didn't watch him constantly. Reluctantly, she pulled her knickers back up and chased after her brother. Her aching bladder seared with every step, and sweat dripped down her body as she desperately tried to catch up with Azi. Eventually, she caught up with him, tightly grabbing his wrist. "Ade has to peeee, Ade has to peeee," he laughed. "Please Azi, can you promise me you won't run off again? I'm really desperate," she begged, bouncing up and down. "Ade's going to pee herself, Ade's going to pee herself," he giggled. "Shut up you little shit," Ade hissed, feeling a painful reminder of how badly she had to go. "I'm telling mama you said a bad word," Azi grinned evilly. "No, no, please Azi! I'm really sorry, I just really have to go. Do you think you'd be able to let me use the bathroom?" she begged. "No, I want to go inside now," Azi dragged her by the hand back towards the church. Ade's bladder was screaming at her, now absolutely dying for relief. But she knew she couldn't trust Azi to go back to his seat alone, so reluctantly, she took him back inside. --- By the time the service finished, Ade was absolutely bursting. Her bladder was full to the brim with tea and water, to the extent where even just sitting there was painful. When she stood up to leave, it felt as though she had a watermelon resting on her abdomen. Doubling over to try and stem the tide, her mother showed concern. "Ade, what's the matter? You've been acting strangely all service." "I need the bathroom... so badly," Ade could barely speak, worried that focussing on anything but holding it would result in the tsunami inside her bladder leaking onto the church floor. "I thought you went before," her younger sister queried. "It was locked," Ade was on the verge of tears, she'd never felt pain like it. "Go go, quickly, there's toilets in the church hall," her mum ushered her towards the back of the church. Ade's heart sank as she entered the hall to find a massive queue for the bathroom. Presumably all the ladies in the congregation had been holding it the whole time. Indeed, everyone in the queue seemed to range from desperate to bursting. Ade was probably a level above bursting. Ade wanted to cry, and her bladder let out a drop of pee in retaliation, dripping down her legs and into her shoes. She was unable to stand still, dancing frantically on the spot, or else her gorgeous yellow dress would be ruined. A few of the less desperate people noticed her plight and allowed her to skip a few places, at which Ade muttered a weak 'thank you'. Now second in line, she was next to a gorgeous woman of a similar age, who looked in a similar predicament. "Come on, come on," the woman begged, trying her best to ignore the sound of the person currently occupying the toilet enjoying what was clearly a much needed wee. "I'm sorry, I'd let you ahead but I'm literally about to wet myself." Ade nodded. "That's okay." "Oh my God I think a bit just leaked out," she whispered. "I'm sorry, too much information." "Don't worry, I'm about to piss myself too," Ade whimpered, as a long hot jet of urine left her exhausted urethra. As the toilet became vacant, the woman burst in, forgetting to lock the door. Hearing her start to urinate was more than Ade could take, as she was forced to take drastic action. "I'm so sorry," she said as she barged into the bathroom. The woman gasped and tried to hide her modesty, as she continued to forcefully urinate into the bowl. Seeing only one option, Ade pulled her knickers down, hitched her skirt up and sat on top of the sink. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she exclaimed, as eight hours worth of pee exploded out of her urethra and into the sink. She didn't care that this woman she'd never met was now looking at her naked pussy expelling an extreme amount of piss. This was relief like she'd never felt before, and she loved it. The woman flushed, and stood by the sink, almost in admiration at how much pee she was able to produce. Ade's moans were so loud that people outside were probably wondering what was going in there. She eventually finished, and her new friend passed her some toilet paper to wipe herself. "I'm so sorry, that was so embarrassing, but I couldn't wait a second longer," Ade laughed. "Don't worry about it, I thought I was going to wet myself in the church," the woman laughed. "I'm Omolara by the way." "Adesewa," she replied, smiling. "I'll maybe wash my hands first," she added, laughing. Once the two had cleaned up, they exited the bathroom, to allow a bursting and angry looking woman in. "Well Omolara, maybe I'll see you around," Ade smiled. "Maybe you will," Omolara winked. TBN93, wizzy, Resch and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
nononono 420 Posted October 25, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 25, 2022 Santiago, Chile Carla Garin wiped another bead of sweat from her forehead, wrinkled by the stress of working in Chile's busiest hospital. The aircon was faulty - again, and staff shortages meant that Carla was doing the job of three people - again. Her shift was nine hours old, and she was due a break three hours and 46 minutes ago. Not that she was counting. Her steak sandwich remained in her locker, uneaten, next to her can of Coca-Cola Zero. Desperate for a drink, Carla glugged from her water bottle, making sure to make use of the rare moments she had to herself. It was the sixth year of Carla's seven year medical degree, and she'd been working at Santa Maria hospital since last week. In that week, she'd been bled on, pissed on, shat on, vomited on, had a patient die on the operating table, saved a man's life, rescued an aubergine stuck up someone's arse, cried 20 times, thrown up twice, and held her pee for an unhealthy amount of time every day. No week had brought her closer to the brink of giving up than this one. But she'd come too far, dealt with too much shit to let go of her dream. As she finished her water bottle, she tried to remember the last time she went to the toilet. She suspected it was when she left her tiny one bedroom flat to come to work, now seven hours ago. "Carla, scalpel!" her senior doctor demanded. "Fucking now!" Carla snapped out of her dazed stupor and remembered the task at hand: making sure this lady's appendix is removed safely. She sometimes felt like a rabbit in the headlights when working in A&E, helplessly watching whilst other more senior surgeons do the hard work. She felt a desperate pang in her bladder, could she just excuse herself to go to the bathroom? She'd seen other doctors do it, but she felt a need to prove herself, that she can hold her urine longer than anyone else. She grew up in a house with three brothers and two sisters, with only one bathroom, so she was more than used to holding her pee in. She remembered countless times where her bladder had been stretched beyond what she thought was hospital because one of her siblings had decided to take a two hour long bath, or when she'd wake up, on the verge of exploding, only to find herself seventh in a queue of seven. It was rare that she shared a room with a more impressive bladder. And yet her senior doctor, Julia Gonzalez, was so well known for her pee holding ability, that she knew about her before even starting at the hospital. Everyone at a Chilean medical school knew the legend of Julia Gonzalez. How she would charm every single patient she worked with, yet be utterly terrifying to anyone who worked with her. How she seemed to never tire, even after twenty-five years working at the same hospital. But it was her bladder capacity that everyone always spoke about. Some say she'd never used the toilets in the hospital, even after a twelve hour shift. Others say she once worked for twenty four hours, without peeing, eating or sitting down. There was even one story about how a junior doctor went to use the bathroom stall next to her, after Julia had finished seventeen hour shift, where she peed for four minutes straight with 'so much force that she could have broken the toilet bowl in two. Carla had been working with her for a week now and had yet to see her use the toilet, or even show any need to. She remembered a few days ago, they both finished a ten hour shift - Carla was absolutely dying for a wee, so ran to the loo as soon as she could. When she came out, Julia rolled her eyes at her, grabbed her bag and drove herself home. --- An hour later, the operation was done, and Carla's bladder felt significantly heavier. She resisted the urge to squirm, but she desperately hoped she'd be able to nip out quickly to relieve herself. The heat was stifling, and Carla had now finished three water bottles, on top of the large coffee she had on the way to work. She longed to rip her scrubs off, and release the torrent of urine that sat in her bladder, knocking on the door of her urethra with increasing urgency. Julia must have noticed Carla's discomfort. "New girl, go pee. We don't want your baby bladder causing any more mess in here," Julia smirked. Carla's face reddened, disheartened by her mentor's harsh words, and the laughs of the other doctors in the room. Her eyes welling with tears, she left the operating theatre without saying a word. She couldn't believe that someone she respected so much would speak to her like that, to humiliate her in front of her colleagues. Were she not so desperate, she'd have responded with a sassy comeback, but the fullness of her bladder was affecting her brainpower. Her peehole quivered as she saw the sign for the ladies toilets, but she resisted the urge to sprint towards relief. "Excuse me?" a little girl, no older than eight, interrupted Carla. Carla clenched everything "Are you okay gorgeous?" "Can you help me find my mummy, I've lost her," the girl cried. Carla forced herself to park her own desires for a minute. "Of course, do you remember where she was?" Having this conversation so close to the toilets was torture for her aching organ, now perilously close to an explosion. She bent down slightly to speak to the child, and had to clench everything to avoid wetting herself there and then. She had no choice but to hold herself. "We were waiting for my dad to get out, I think we were over here somewhere," the girl pulled Carla towards one of the waiting rooms. They checked waiting room after waiting room, with Carla growing increasingly more exasperated. Her distended bladder was absolutely bursting with urine, and every step was torture. Carla was pretty sure her panties were damp, but she couldn't tell whether it was her pee, or her sweat. Yet she had to pretend everything was fine to the upset little girl, who was just looking for her mum. After what felt like hours, they eventually found a teary and very grateful mother. "Thank you so much," the mother squeezed Carla tightly, causing an involuntary yelp, as a spurt of piss escaped her exhausted urethra. She was sure that anyone who looked would see a streak of dark blue on the turquoise leg of her scrubs. Carla didn't even say anything to the mother, she just ran, as quickly as she could, to get to the toilets. Finding the closest bathroom, she locked herself in, practically ripping off her scrubs, before sitting down on the toilet, too tired to even pull her panties down. She groaned as her bladder started to slowly deflate, feeling her panties fill with warm piss, and hearing it hit the basin of the toilet with an almost comical loudness. She ignored someone desperately banging on the door outside as she felt bliss, all the pain of the past eleven hours melting away. When she could pee no more, she pulled her panties off, placing them in the bin, before pulling her scrubs up and washing her hands. Opening the door, she saw something no one knew was possible. It was Julia Gonzalez, standing outside the toilet, red faced and head down. She'd wet herself, on a corridor occupied by doctors and patients alike. "I'm sorry Julia, that was nearly me," Carla showed fake sympathy towards her senior. "Baby bladder," she added under her breath. ola93, cruiser79, Bismiris and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
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