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Yesterday was so humiliating.

It began with my habit of leaving everything to the last minute. I didn’t get to finish my morning pee because my sister Riley busted in. Startled, I immediately clenched off the stream.

“Dude, come on already!” she said, having already woken me up three times. “Everyone’s been ready to go, and you’re just now getting up? Sandra and Jordan are literally waiting in the car.”

“Alright, alright!” I said, covering myself. “I just have to brush my teeth!”

“Everything’s packed. Your toothbrush is already in the car. We’re getting breakfast on the way.”

“Ugh!” I pulled my pants up and rushed out behind her. “Uh… Thanks for packing my stuff, though.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

A gentle ache to urinate still resided in my lower belly. I sat in the back with Riley. Sandra was driving.

Jordan turned around in her seat. “Sandra wanted to leave without you,” she said.

“Sandra can suck my nuts,” I said, seeing her throw her hand up in annoyance. After about 45 minutes, I was feeling my bladder gradually filling to the point of discomfort. “I want some breakfast,” I announced.

“Chicken Trip for breakfast?” Riley said.

“Word,” Sandra said.

When we got to Chicken Trip, we pulled into the drive through. “Aw, what? I thought we were going inside!” I complained.

“Why would we do that?” Sandra said. “We’re trying to…” she was interrupted by the employee asking what we wanted to eat.

We ordered, then pulled up and waited at the window. “I just have to use the bathroom, too,” I said. Everyone groaned. “Hey, come on, I’ll run out right now and be back in a second!”

“If you do that, I’m going to leave you here,” Sandra said. Jordan and my sister seemed to think that was pretty funny.

“It probably won’t even be ready by th-“ I dropped my head against the seat as she got handed the orders. “Guys, I’ll be so quick.”

Sandra wasn’t paying attention anymore. “I’m not driving,” Riley said, shrugging. Eventually, we were back on the interstate.

Hunger and thirst taking priority over my urge to pee, I ate a chicken sandwich with fries and drained a large soda. After another 45 minutes, I was kind of struggling. I was constantly jiggling my legs. My sitting position was changing frequently. I wedged my hand between my thighs, shame preventing me from squeezing my crotch like I wanted to. “Guys, come on, I really have to go to the restroom,” I said. “It’ll take 5 minutes tops to pull over at a gas station.”

“We might be late and not be able to get in,” Sandra said. “We can’t check into the hotel first anymore, we have to straight to the theater.”

I didn’t realize I’d taken that long. I guiltily sat back in my seat, my cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

Over the next hour or so, I grew increasingly uncomfortable as my bodily need grew stronger and more urgent. My bladder felt very tight and full, more full than I’d usually let it get. The discomfort was coming in waves, the urgency fluctuating from medium to severe aching.

Not too long after that, I was sweating, unable to stay still for even a moment. I was constantly pulling the waistband of my pants away from the growing swell of urine in my belly. Still, I was just too embarrassed to put my hands on my crotch in a car full of my friends. My sister, maybe, but not Jordan. And definitely not Sandra.

I sat on my foot, trying to hide the fact that I was pressing my heel against my crotch. My pee was boiling with urgency inside me. I grabbed my pants button and pulled it up and away, simultaneously giving my bulging bladder some room and pressing the fabric against my crotch. I tried really hard to contain my pee dance, but I couldn’t keep myself from squirming and wriggling. It was starting to hurt.

Almost a half hour of that had left me absolutely dying. The drive dragged on and on, every bump in the road sending my piss crashing against the paper-thin walls of my overstretched urinary organ. I felt like I was about to explode. It took every fiber of my being not to grab my pussy. Instead, I was nervously clawing at the sides of my pants, punching my leg and miserably rubbing my sweating face. I balled my hand into a tight fist and bit my knuckles, cringing and holding my breath, struggling to bear the excruciating sensation. I had never needed to pee so badly in my life. I wanted to cry.

Riley lightly touched my leg. I looked at her, a little startled. In my desperation-induced delirium, I had almost forgotten I was in a car full of people.

Are you okay?’ she mouthed to me. I nodded my head, but it was a fucking lie. I couldn’t stand it. My tortured bladder was squeezing itself, trying to force the piss out against my will. I could feel it in the form of unbearable, pounding urgency.

“How much longer?” I asked nervously.

“A little under an hour,” Jordan replied.

I hesitated. “I-I can’t wait that long…”

“What?” Sandra said.

“I really need to use the restroom,” I told her, “it’s an emergency…”

“Oh my god, dude…”

“It’s been hours!” I tried not to sound like I was on the verge of tears. My screaming bladder squeezed enough pee out to fill my urethra, causing my hands to shoot to my crotch for the first time during this whole ordeal. I choked back a sob. “Please…”

“Who told you to take so long leaving?” Sandra said, “we might not even make it there as it is.”

Riley chimed in. “Well then, you guys can’t blame her if she pees into a cup in the back of this car.”

I looked at her. Sandra and Jordan echoed my confusion. “That’s disgusting,” Sandra said.

“And you can’t judge her either,” she continued. “The show starts a little after we’re supposed to get there. We’re making OK time, and it would’ve been fine if she went at Chicken Trip but you wouldn’t let her for some reason.” That shut them up. She turned to me. “Do you want me to hold a blanket up so you can go?”

My entire body was trembling. I felt like I was going to explode. I was so scared of pissing my pants. My face red as a tomato, I nodded.

As she got the blanket out, I unbuttoned my pants, sighing as my waistband loosened around my huge, bulging organ. I felt like I was going to throw up from how anxious peeing in this cup in front of them made me. I was so embarrassed. A combination of shame and discomfort made the tears start flowing as I pulled my pants and underwear down.

“Oh, Kenzie…” Riley said, rubbing my back.

“I don’t know how to do it, I’ve never…”

“Take ‘em all the way off,” she instructed. I did, tightly squeezing my vagina with one hand. I winced as I moved off the seat, squatting over my empty Chicken Trip soda cup. I was so nervous. I squatted there for a minute, unable to urinate.

“You okay?” my sister asked me.

“I’m trying to relax,” I said, burying my face in my arm.

“Are you actually doing it?” Jordan asked incredulously. I knew she got a look from Riley from the silence that ensued.

My bladder was so extremely full that it was a taut, distended shape, pressing against my other organs and sticking out of my like a melon. Still, my body retained it’s vast contents, liquid waste continuing to accrue inside of me. I bit the fabric of my sweatshirt in agony, tears streaming down my face.

“Just take a deep breath,” Riley said. My deep breaths shuddered like I was freezing. Even inhaling that much put pressure on my bladder. By the grace of god, I started dribbling. It was a slow, pathetic stream, pattering embarrassingly against the paper cup. That’s how it came out for a while before it grew to a slow trickle. I think it was a combination of embarrassment and real damage from holding it too much that prevented me from exploding into it like I thought I would, but the strongest it got was a gentle leak.

I actually filled that entire large cup and I still had to pee. As soon as I stopped having to force the pee out, the cup was nearly filled to the brim with hot liquid waste and I had to clench the stream, my urethra stinging from the cruel denial of complete relief. My bladder was still full and aching. ‘Do you have a tissue?’ I mouthed to Riley. She shook her head, making a nervous face that made us both giggle. I sat my bare butt back on the seat, my wet pussy putting a spot on it.

I started to roll down the window.

“Please do not pour your piss cup out the window, that shit is gonna fly back into my car,” Sandra said.

“But I still have to go!”

“We’re on the interstate!”

I sighed and put the plastic lid back on my warm cup of urine and put it in the cupholder. At least it’s not excruciating anymore, I thought as I pulled my pants back up.

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On 9/4/2022 at 1:26 PM, rebeljaffa said:

Squeezing your what? 😛

This is great!

Not anatomically accurate, I know 😫 I just like that phrase

On 9/4/2022 at 2:22 PM, Omo luna said:

She needs to use a plug

But then there wouldn’t be the danger of an accident!

Part 2

“Can’t I use somebody else’s cup?” I asked, starting to squirm as the drive dragged on and my bladder continued to fill.

“I’m still drinking mine,” Jordan said.

“Same,” Sandra echoed.

“I gotchu, I just gotta hit the sips,” Riley told me, drinking hers hurriedly. “It’s watered down as hell.”

I sighed and looked out the window, needing to pee somewhat badly.

“We’re almost there, anyway,” Jordan said. “Twenty more minutes.”

Riley didn’t finished her drink by then. It was pretty urgent by the time as we pulled in. I was fanning my legs, bouncing my knees off of each other. I was looking forward to using an actual toilet.

The venue was huge. “It’s multi-stage,” Jordan told us, “there’s like, more than one show happening in it. There’s even a bar with seating! We’re on the second floor.”

We walked inside. It was packed. Crowded to the point of being uncomfortable. Rowdy, crazy people being loud everywhere. Muffled music blasted from the other side of these closed doors, guarded by security.

“Come on, we have to hurry!” Sandra said, having to yell to be heard.

“Wait, I really have to go to the bathroom!” I said, but nobody heard me. Jordan and Riley followed her lead. Not wanting to be left alone in this sea of partiers, I followed suit.

We had our tickets checked and found our seats. “Can somebody go with me to the bathroom?” I asked.

“I’m gonna go get concessions in a second,” Riley said. Relieved, I relaxed a bit, jiggling my legs in anticipation. Suddenly, somebody came up next to us and handed us little cards. “Popcorn, candy, soda?” she said. I inspected the card. We put our seat number at the top and checked boxes for the things we wanted.

“Oh, cool!” my sister said beside me. My heart dropped. I checked the box for popcorn and soda (I knew I probably shouldn’t fill up with liquid at a time like this, but I’d rather have to pee than be thirsty!) and received them right before the lights dimmed and the announcements started.

My full bladder complained the entire time. I kept changing sitting positions, just like the car, but the darkness provided me a little more privacy than before. My hand rested over my crotch, applying gentle pressure to ease my aching need.

By the time the actual band got up, I was bouncing my feet and scooting my butt around in the seat. My excitement took focus, though, and I was cheering with everyone else, enjoying the music.

Eventually, I was having a lot of trouble concentrating on the show. I was bouncing around in my seat, squeezing and rubbing my crotch, crossing my legs and wriggling like crazy. I had to pee so bad I felt like I was about to pop. At the height of some of the waves I was enduring, I really thought I was going to pee my pants. My urethra was tired of retaining so much urine.

In the time it was taking me to work up the courage to ask Riley to go with me to the bathroom, things were going from bad to worse. My bladder got so full I could hardly stand it. I was dying. I was pulling my pants button away from me at all times, debating whether or not I should just unbutton it. Eventually, I did. My belly was bulging with urine. I cradled it with one hand and put the other down my underwear, pressing into my coochie with my fingers as I writhed and danced. I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I forced my pants to clasp over the mound of liquid.

“Riley,” I tugged on her shirt. She leaned in to hear me. “Please come to the bathroom with me,” I begged.

“They’re probably going to take a break soon,” she replied, then went back to watching the show.

I went to pull my knees up to my chest, but my waistband dug horribly into my tender bladder and the discomfort was excruciating. It made me gasp then groan, my eyes starting to water. I kept my legs pressed tightly together as I wriggled, entirely unable to sit still. Once again, I was at the point where I was biting my knuckles and punching the seat, grabbing things around me and squeezing them until my knuckles turned white. If there wasn’t a loud band going on, people around me would’ve heard me groaning and grunting, whining and on the verge of crying. I put my face into my elbow like I was coughing just to bite the fabric, crossing my legs tightly and squeezing my crotch. God, I had to piss so badly.

They were playing song after song with no sign of a break. I sat on the edge of my seat, grinding into it. I stuck my hand down my underwear again to squeeze my pussy and realized it was really damp down there. Like, freshly damp. I hadn’t even realized I’d leaked.

I tugged on Riley’s shirt again. “I’m gonna pee my pants…” I told her.

She looked at me, disappointed but sympathetic. She got up and escorted me to the restroom.

I couldn’t stand up straight. Every step was a knife to my tortured, overfull organ. We entered the bathroom and I froze on the spot, unwilling to move any further. It was the women’s room, but it was packed with both genders smoking and snorting whatever, just hanging out. A couple of dudes were having an altercation by the sinks.

“I-I can’t do this,” I told my sister, stepping around as I pulled on my pants button and pressed my thighs together. “Can’t we… I mean, can we please go check another…”

“We’re missing it, dude!” Riley said, “I’ll even go in the stall with you. Come on, be brave.”

I steeled myself, forcing myself to enter a stall.

My screaming bladder really spiked in urgency once I was in such close proximity to a toilet. I frantically dropped my pants and hovered over the toilet, trying to block out the craziness happening around me. Eventually, I started urinating hard. I emptied my bladder considerably until a crazy loud bang against the side of our stall startled me bad enough to stem my stream. “Okay, I can’t do this, let’s go, please,” I said, hurriedly wiping and pulling my pants up. My bladder was still pretty full, but I wasn’t in pain by any means, unless you counted my aching urethra.

“Hold on, I might as well pee while we’re here,” Riley said, sitting down on the toilet and urinating.

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On 9/5/2022 at 6:42 PM, jimpix123 said:

Please write more this is the hottest fucking thing I've ever read

I’m so glad you’re enjoying it😁

 

14 hours ago, Weather said:

This is cute!  I wonder if she'll have to sleep without peeing

With her luck so far…

Part 3

I was able to enjoy the rest of the show. The dull ache in my full bladder was only slightly distracting, but I was already squirming and jiggling my legs by the time it ended.

“Ready, guys?” I asked. I was eager to leave that crazy venue.

“Nah, let’s hang out for a minute!” said Jordan. “I just wanna get a drink. There isn’t a place like this back home. Plus I gotta pee.”

“Me too,” Sandra said, then turned to me and Riley. “You guys just went, right? You wanna head to the bar and we’ll meet you?”

I clenched my teeth. Me and Riley went downstairs and found much more extensive seating than I was expecting. We chose a booth and received similar cards to the ones we got in the stage area, little pencils and checkboxes and all.

“Should I order shots?” Riley asked me.

“If you want,” I said, crossing my legs.

“Would you take some with me?”

“I kinda wanna get this strawberry daiquiri,” I checked the box for it and crossed my legs the other way.

“That didn’t answer my question,” she smirked.

“Yes, I’ll do some shots with you, Riley.”

“Yesss,” she checked the box. I noticed her print 12 under the quantity.

“Whoa, how many did you put?” I asked, leaning forward.

“Well, I know Jordan’ll want some. I figured four each…”

“Are we trying to get sloshed?”

“I dunno,” she giggled.

“Well, you can have some of mine,” I said, changing my sitting position again. I was starting to have to go pretty urgently again, but there was no way in hell I was going back into those restrooms.

Sandra and Jordan returned from the bathroom and we received our drinks, all the while I was trying to contain my fidgeting.

“You guys got shots?” Sandra said, sounding disappointed. “Dude, you couldn’t wait to hit the hard stuff until we got to the hotel? I feel left out.”

“I’ll drive the next trip we take,” Jordan said, pinching her cheek as she reached for a shot.

“My stomach really hurts from that popcorn,” Riley said. “But do I care?”

I finished my daiquiri and took a total of two shots, enough to get the room spinning. I’m not sure how much Riley had, but she was by far the drunkest out of all of us. My urge to urinate increased gradually over the course of the night, accelerated considerably by my intake of alcohol. I was scooting back and forth in my seat, sweating and eager to get to the hotel and relieve myself. “We ready to go?” I asked.

“I wanna get something else,” Riley slurred, closing one eye and reading the card.

“Aw, come on, man, I wanna drink too!” Sandra replied, “I hate being DD. Let’s just go to the hotel already.”

I looked at Jordan. “How many shots did you take?”

“I only took one,” she said.

“Jeez, Riley, you’re nine shots deep already! Let’s fucking go!”

Sandra and Jordan stepped out of the booth. Riley dropped her head on the table and giggled. “Why are you mad?”

“I’m not mad, I just wanna go to the hotel,” I was writhing and jiggling, my bladder pulsing with pressure. I reached the height of a wave of desperation as I was waiting for her to get up, struggling to keep myself from grabbing my crotch.

She finally got up when Sandra grabbed her by the arm and helped her to the car at a painfully slow pace. I potty danced the entire drive there.

When we finally pulled into the hotel, I was just about ready to piss myself. I frantically stumbled out of the car and paced around, shaking my hands at my sides and taking deep breaths. “Come onnn…” I begged, bending over and leaning on my knees. They were getting their stuff out of the car at a snail’s pace. My bladder was really full and sensitive. I could feel my waistband mercilessly pressing into it, smushing my tender pee baby. I grabbed mine and Riley’s stuff, a backpack and a suitcase, and rushed ahead of them to the front desk while they took their time.

“Can I help you?” the desk lady asked me.

I was fidgeting around, swaying my butt side to side. “Uh, one of my friends booked a hotel room, they’re about to be here.”

They took forever to get there, then even longer to check in.

I couldn’t keep still in the elevator. I was so embarrassed, but if I quit stepping around and squishing my thighs together I knew I was going to piss my pants. With the severity of my discomfort, I was almost weighing the pros and cons of that possibility. It was once again starting to cause me pain to hold it in.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Riley said suddenly.

“What? In here?” Sandra sounded alarmed.

“I don’t know.”

“Holy fuck,” Jordan started laughing. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Sandra had my sister by the hand and was guiding her to the room. Once she unlocked the door, the two went straight to the bathroom. Riley hunched over the toilet bowl while Sandra held her hair back.

I stood in the doorway, ready to cry. I was holding my crotch at this point and kicking around, my extremely full bladder howling with urgency. It hurt.

Jordan gently shoulder bumped me. “Why don’t you just take the sink?” she said.

“I can’t do that!” I replied, hurriedly taking my hands out from between my legs. I balled them into fists at my sides, stepping side to side.

Suddenly, Sandra was in front of me. “Take care of your sister, please? I’m gonna get a drink.”

The way she said it made me angry. I never asked her to take care of my sister.

Busting to pee, I shut the bathroom door and sat on the side of the tub, right next to Riley. I held myself and gyrated my hips, digging the edge of the tub into my crotch. Riley hadn’t thrown up, but she was groaning over the bowl. I unbuttoned my pants.

“Hey, Riley, I have to go really bad, can I just use the toilet real quick? It’ll be so quick.”

She didn’t reply. Her eyes were closed, her face scrunched up in discomfort.

“P-please…” I said, sticking my hand in my underwear and squeezing tight, bouncing on my butt. “I really don’t think I can wait much longer… Riley, please, it hurts.”

“My stomach hurts…” she mumbled.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just…” I winced, my tortured organ screaming to be drained. My urethra was so exhausted. A wave of pain and urgency wracked my urinary system. “Mmmph! It-it’s an emergency…” I held my breath, letting out a choked squeak. “It’s really bad…” I waited a minute, squirming in agony. Still, there was no relief for me or my sister. I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands stuck in my pants squeezing my privates , I hobbled over to the sink, dropped my pants, and pulled myself up. Again, finding myself so far out of my comfort zone, I could barely pee. I started dribbling after an agonizing couple of minutes, my hand gently applying pressure to my bulging, screaming bladder. I was forcing myself to take deep breaths, trying any meditative thing I could think of to keep the flow going. Suddenly, Jordan busted into the bathroom. I frantically hopped off the sink and yanked my pants up, having gotten barely any urine out. The crotch of my underwear got saturated again.

“What the hell is taking you guys so long?” she slurred. “I gotta piss like a racehorse!”

Sandra was standing in the doorway giggling. I thought I was going to start crying right there. Bent over, I held my crotch tight, unable to think about anything other than the unbearable pounding in my bursting bladder.

“Riley, if you still haven’t ralphed yet, you’re probably not going to,” Jordan said, pushing her to the side a little. “Please move, I gotta pee.”

“Just give her a minute!” I said, trembling from head to toe in desperation. If anyone was going to kick my sister off the can to piss, it was going to be me.

Jordan looked down at my legs, which were crossing and uncrossing like crazy. “Holy shit, you’re still holding it!?” she laughed.

“Stoppp!” I groaned, forcing myself to stop holding my crotch. I stormed out of the bathroom and curled up in a fetal position on the bed, doing math in my head in a desperate attempt to distract myself. Pretty soon, I couldn’t even do that. I was whining and grunting, writhing around on the bed while tears streamed down my face. I punched the mattress with the hand that wasn’t gripping my crotch. I bit the bedsheet and pulled on it in frustration and discomfort, my bloated belly swollen with way too much urine. It hurt so bad, I couldn’t take it. I wanted to piss myself. The searing agony I was enduring was practically blinding. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to pee so badly in my entire life as I did at that moment. I stuck both of my hands in my underwear and squeezed my vagina as tight as I could.

In the end, all my struggling was for nothing. I felt myself start uncontrollably leaking, rapidly strengthening to a full-on stream jetting against my hands and saturating my pants with hot urine. I gasped, horrified, leaping off the bed and sprinting into the bathroom, unable to stop.

Everything was a blur. Someone was sitting on the toilet when I ran in, so I frantically stumbled into the bathtub. I was crying and humiliated, but the bliss of draining my tortured bladder was overwhelming. I couldn’t help but let out a moan, my knees buckling a little, urinating hard into my pants. My pants were absolutely soaked. Golden liquid splattered against the floor if the tub, puddling and streaming into the drain. As I blinked some of the tears out of my eyes, still pissing myself, I looked up at everyone. My sister was passed out on the floor. Jordan was sitting on the toilet, mouth agape and eyes wide watching me, and Sandra had her hands cupped over her mouth. I’d never felt such embarrassment. My body froze up in shame, stemming the flow and once again leaving me with an aching bladder and a burning peehole.

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On 9/5/2022 at 3:20 PM, holdit247 said:

Brilliant story!  Such a nice scenario, a somewhat pee shy girl repeatedly failing to empty completely.  Good idea.

Thanks so much😊

 

On 9/7/2022 at 8:52 AM, soggybottoms said:

Very hot desperation! I feel bad for her though. Sandra is kind of an ass 😔

All my homies hate Sandra🤬

 

On 9/8/2022 at 4:12 PM, Lapis Lazuli said:

Sandra apologize challenge (impossible)

Least supportive friend challenge (cleared)

 

This one’s a little short, there’s some cleanup and Kenzie makes a few more attempts at urinating completely. Desperation will return in the next installment😌

 

“Oh, Kenzie…” Jordan chuckled, although there was a strong hint of sympathy apparent on her face.

“Hmp!” Sandra stifled a laugh, hopping off the sink and rushing out of the bathroom.

My hands tightened into fists. I was trembling with frustration and humiliation. “I… I couldn’t hold it…!” I started to sob, pee still dribbling off the cuffs of my pants even after I’d stopped letting it out. With my hands, I tried in vain to hide the huge, obvious stain going down my inner legs.

“K-Kenzie, it’s okay!” she said, “we’re doing a lot of drinking, y’know? I was so close to being you a few minutes ago, I almost didn’t even make it on the-“

“No, you guys don’t listen to me when I say I have to go!” I cried, “All day long! In the car, at the bar… Why can’t you guys just help me out when I say I need to go!?”

Jordan looked shocked. “Alright, man, I’m sorry,” she said carefully, pulling some toilet paper off the roll and wiping between her legs. “I’ll uh… I’ll grab you some clean pajamas from your bag. It’s the green one, right?” She pulled her pants up and rushed out.

I stood there soaking wet, the warm moisture turning cold, reeling from it all for a second. I’d never felt so humiliated. I meant it, but I felt guilty for snapping at Jordan like that.

She came back in with an entire outfit for me, right down to the underwear. Somehow, I felt even more embarrassed, but I smiled a little when she brought it in.

“I still wanna chill with you tonight, y’know?” she said. “Like, after you get washed up or whatever.”

I nodded. She left and I stripped naked, stepped out and let the water run so it got warm. I held me pee stained clothes under the water for a second to wash the smell out, wrung them out and dropped them under the sink. I went to sit on the toilet and empty myself all the way, but (as if on cue) as soon as I sat down, Riley started to stir. Panicked, completely naked, I frantically jumped into the shower and yanked the curtain closed, my bladder still moderately full. The shower water was probably as warm as the pee I wanted to let out.

“Mm…!” Riley grunted, shifting her sleeping position.

“You feel okay, Riley?” I called, peeking out. She looked pretty unconscious. I squatted down, gently applying pressure to my lower belly. I took some deep breaths. You can do this. Tons of people go in the shower. I know you usually don’t, but if you can go in the car, you can go in the…

“Are you pooping?” Riley suddenly asked.

“N-no, weirdo!” I returned defensively, “I’m washing me legs!”

“I was juh-just joking!” she giggled, swaying around.

I covered my body. “Can you see me through the curtain?” I asked sheepishly.

“No, you’re like a sh-shadow. A ghostly specter or something.”

I stood back up, defeated. I tried to void the rest of my bladder’s contents for the rest of the time I washed my body to no avail. By the time I finished, it had only grown a bit in urgency.

Once again, I peeked out. Riley had fallen back asleep, but she was sitting up against the sink. I carefully stepped out, grabbed a towel, dried myself, and got dressed. I stood there contemplating for a second, then ultimately dropped my pants and sat down on the bowl.

It took a minute. Then, slowly but surely, I began to trickle. Then it turned to a leak, and I was getting the complete relief I desperately wanted…

“Kenz…!” Riley suddenly slurred, her eyes still mostly closed. It startled me, stopping my stream in it’s tracks.

“Ugh, god!” I was so frustrated, I wiped hurriedly and yanked my pants up. My bladder continued to ache. “I’ll just wait for you to get out. It’s my turn to get blackout fucking drunk.”

“Kenz!”

“What!?”

“I need you to help me get up, I really have to pee…”

I massaged the bridge of my nose. “Okay, come on,” I held my arms out. She grabbed my hands and I pulled her up and into me, then guided her behind toward the toilet. She plopped down and rested her head on her knees.

“Please tell me you’ve got the rest of it covered?” I said.

She mumbled something unintelligible.

“Great. I’m gonna go get drunk.”

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I stepped out into the hotel room. Sandra and Jordan were sat on the floor, exploring the refrigerator. I wanted to curl up under the covers and forget this day. I wanted to smack Sandra in her smug fucking face. I didn’t do either of those, though. I plopped down right next to them. In a bizarre way, I felt a sense of boldness, of earned freedom from shame, like nothing could touch me. Even still, the humiliation was boiling just under my skin. And I was angry.

The fact that Sandra didn’t even look at me told her Jordan had said something to her. “Find anything good?” I asked.

“These are all so strong,” Sandra said, comparing two drinks in her hand.

“The seltzers aren’t that strong,” Jordan reached in and pulled a couple out. “Raspberry, green apple…”

“Gimme one of those,” I said. She handed one to me, and I immediately cracked it open and started drinking.

“Slow down,” Sandra chuckled, “what, are you trying to forget something?”

Jordan shot her a look. I lowered the drink and belched. “It tastes like shit,” I laughed, digging around the fridge myself. I pulled out a mini bottle of fireball. “This tastes like shit, too, but at least it’s over with quick.”

The night went on. My method of pretending I didn’t just have an accident in front of the two people I have to spend the next couple of days with was going pretty well. I was thankful I didn’t have to talk about it. As my belly filled with more liquid, it produced more urine and pressed on my bladder, which was swelling by the minute. In less than an hour, I had gone through four seltzers and two mini bottles. I was feeling good, but I needed to pee pretty urgently. I was almost numb to it at this point.

Jordan was so far gone I could hardly understand her. “I jus- gotsta-“ she hiccuped, then got up and stumbled to the bathroom again.

“Why do you keep going in and out of there like that?” Sandra asked. She was probably the least drunk out of any of us, though she had more seltzers than even I had, and had now moved on to beer. “I mean, there’s no way you’re peeing in the point five seconds you’re…”

“Shush!” Jordan exclaimed, stumbling back out. “She’s lit-er-all-y sleepin’…” Her hands were on her inner thighs. Her face looked worried. “Hafta change…” she said, unbuttoning her jeans and going over to her bag.

“You okay, dude?” I asked her, shifting uncomfortably. I was getting ready to go to the bathroom and finally satisfy my complaining urinary system. I seriously needed to piss, and after today, my tired urethra was just about ready to give out.

Without warning, she dropped her jeans and underwear. I gasped and looked at Sandra, eyes wide.

“Holy shit, Jordan!” she didn’t look away. She was laughing. “This is not okay!”

I carefully glanced back at my blacked out, naked friend. She was struggling to kick her jeans off her ankles and ended up falling on her ass. I cupped my hands over my mouth. She winced and gripped her crotch, squirming like crazy.

“Uh oh, hold on,” Sandra said, getting up and hurrying to the bathroom.

“What?” I said.

“You’ll never guess who’s been hogging the toilet.”

I laughed. “Oh, god…” I went over to Jordan, trying my best not to see too much. I pulled her pants off her feet for her while she bounced around and jiggled her whole body, making it damn near impossible to undress her. Plus, the room was spinning, and I was having trouble keeping still myself with my aching, pulsating bladder. “What do you wanna wear, Jordan?” I asked, opening her bag.

She was frantic. “I gotta pee, I’m gonna… Pee! Kenzie…”

“I know, I just don’t want you walking around naked, man. You’re making me uncomfortable,” I joked, trying to keep it light. While I was picking her out some underwear and pajama pants, I suddenly heard the sound of gurgling liquid. In my peripherals, I could see it spurting out from between her fingers. I was blindsided. I leapt up, taking the bag with me to protect it. “Oh my god…” I exclaimed, as Jordan bent her knees and parted her thighs, letting it out onto the hotel carpet. “Stop!” I yelled, but I knew she couldn’t.

“Holy…” Sandra started, then sprinted to the closet and came back with a couple white towels. She threw them down and they collided with the yellow arch spouting out of my friend’s pussy, the carpet pattering suddenly turning quiet. All we could hear was the hissing. “Oh my god, that’s disgusting!” Sandra covered her nose and turned around, pacing around the hotel room. “Why couldn’t you just do what Kenzie did and let it out in your pants!?”

I turned to her. “I didn’t let it out!” I shouted. “It forced it’s way out because I didn’t have any friends that would- You guys- It-“ I stuttered. Then I sobbed. Hard. I sat down on the bed and I kept crying.

After some silence, Sandra spoke quietly. “I’m gonna, uh… Help Jordan to the shower.”

I didn’t respond. I was letting myself be upset. “Oh my god, you’re still peeing!?” I heard Sandra say.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” she slurred.

“Just stop, hold in the rest until we’re in the bathroom.” There was a pause. “Please stop peeing!”

“I’m trying,” she whined and whimpered. The hissing faltered, then ceased. “I gotta go to…”

“Come up, put your arm around me. Let’s go.”

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When the tears stopped flowing, I took a deep breath. I definitely felt better. Unlike with Jordan, I didn’t feel bad about what I said. I’d only wished I had been more articulate.

By this point, my bladder was really full again. I squirmed and let my hand rest tightly over my crotch, gyrating my hips. I hoped they’d be done soon.

I went back over to the fridge and sat down, pulling a drink out and cracking it open. I jiggled while I took a sip, smacking my hand against my knee in urgency.

“Ew, ew, what is with you guys!?” I heard Sandra exclaim. “Uh, Kenzie?” she called.

“What?”

“You might wanna come in here and help Riley.”

I sighed and made my way in there. My sister was asleep on the toilet, in the same position she was in when I left her. Sandra had Jordan’s shirt lifted up her back and was unclipping her bra for her. “Why?” I said.

“They’re too fucking drunk, it’s ridiculous,” she complained. “They’re not even enjoying themselves anymore. Why did they want to get this fucked up? They just left us to take care of them.”

I shook Riley’s shoulder. “Hey,” I said. Then she rose up and I saw it. A dark patch on her crotch. Oh, god.

“She was so close, too,” Sandra said. “We should just stand her up in the shower with her clothes on and let her get rinsed from the waist down.”

I was stifling a potty dance. “Come on, Riley, let’s get you up.”

She slowly opened her eyes, a look of confusedness on her face. She looked down. Startled by the sight, and probably the sensation, she clapped her knees together and covered her crotch with her hands, looking horrified.

“It’s a little late for that, Ri,” I said sympathetically.

“Don’t feel bad,” Sandra said. “That’s quite literally the least problematic accident that happened tonight.”

I took a deep breath. “Are you sobered up at all?”

It made me feel so bad for her, how red her cheeks were turning. She nodded.

“You should rinse off in the shower and get changed.”

“What’s wrong with Jord- Why is she naked!?”

“Long story, man. I’ll tell you in a minute.”

“Should we…” Sandra started, “should we take off her shirt for her? So it doesn’t get wet?”

I shrugged. Riley got up, standing bowl-legged and sheepishly assessed the damage. It was a big crescent on her butt. “Oh my god…” she groaned, stepped into the shower next to Jordan, took the shower head off the holder, and sprayed the water down her legs and on her behind.

I looked longingly at the toilet, pulling at my waistband as I started to lose composure. It was right there. I began stepping around a little, pressing my thighs together.

“Why don’t you just use it already?” Sandra said. “We’ve already seen one of our friend’s privates today.”

I burned with frustration. “Why don’t you just get out of here so I can?”

“Because I need to use it, too!” she returned. “No, Jordan, do not go to sleep. Please. Let’s get you washed up.”

Riley stepped out of the shower onto a towel, then shuffled out of there. Sandra turned to me. “Okay, I don’t think we should leave her alone. Whoever helps her out in here can pee first, and the other deals with… uh…”

“Ew!” Riley screamed. “Ew ew ew, what the fuck!? Is this pee!?”

“That.”

“Why don’t we just tell a cleaning person what happened?” I asked, my aching urge to urinate pulsating uncomfortably against my waistband.

She chuckled. “You can do that. Now get outta here, man, I’m actually about to explode.”

“Why are you acting like you have the worse job?”

“Dude, get out of here, I’m serious! It’ll take less than a minute!”

I was exasperated, but I left, continuing to nurse my bloated, nearly bursting bladder. “I’m gonna go find a cleaning person for this,” I told Riley, who was boldly skinning her soaked pants and underwear down by the bed. 

“Dude, what? It’s like two in the morning, don’t do that to them,” she said.

“Is it not better to deal with it sooner rather than later?” I crossed my legs and leaned against the wall.

“It definitely is, but… I don’t know, man. If I worked here and somebody asked me that in the middle of the night, I’d just quit.” She was using a towel to dry her butt and her inner thighs. I was looking every which way but directly at her.

I looked in the closet and found a bunch of cleaning supplies and a scrubby brush. “Aw, fuck,” I swore miserably. “I really hate Jordan right now. Is this the right stuff to use?” I held up some carpet cleaner.

Riley smirked, making no effort to cover her privates. “Well, let’s see,” she said. “The thing we’re cleaning is the carpet, and it appears that bottle says…”

“Okay, fuck off, dude,” I giggled.

“I mean, ideally, we’d have some vinegar and baking soda. Lifts the urine out of the fabric and overpowers the scent.”

I paused. “What? How do you know that?”

She paused, too, then shrugged awkwardly. “It’s just common knowledge.”

“Whatever, weirdo,” I said, squirting the cleaner directly onto the gargantuan spot on the floor. The liquid jetted out and splattered haphazardly, reminding me of my burning need to urinate. I started to move around, rubbing my legs together like a cricket as the cleaner squirted out. I got on my knees, digging my heel into my crotch and making a face of worry and discomfort. I was borderline frantic as I scrubbed the cleaner into the floor, more than ready to piss myself. It foamed and fizzed under the tough brush before settling and releasing a strong, lemony scent. A job well done, I think.

A looked up and got a full frontal of Riley’s privates from under her towel. She was laying spread eagle on the bed. “Aw, come on, dude!” I said, shielding my eyes. “Are you gonna get dressed or what?”

“I’m waiting to take a shower,” she laughed. “A real shower. Plus, you’re my sister, dude. Chill out. We used to take baths together.”

“Emphasis on used to,” I said, dropping a towel flat over the spot and hurrying as I put everything back where I found it. I busted into the bathroom and ran the sink over the brush, then spun on my heel to see how close to relief I was.

Jordan was laying on the floor of the shower under the running water, her shirt soaking wet. Sandra was struggling to communicate. “Pleaseee,” she begged, pulling her hand. “Let’s dry you off already!”

“Mm-mm…” Jordan shook her head.

“Looks like it’s going great in here,” I said sarcastically. “You’ve really got it all covered. I’d leave you to it, but I need to know when I… When Riley can take a shower?”

“I can’t do this, dude!” she let go of Jordan’s hand. “I can’t move forward if she’s not cooperating, I can’t just leave her soaking wet, and I…” she trailed off. “I can’t use the toilet when she’s in here. Even if she’s piss drunk and passed out, I just can’t do it.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I’m the same way.”

“I tried,” she buried her hands between her thighs and doubled over. “I haven’t even broken the seal yet.” Her body language was really strained. She had contorted her hips and tensed her legs so tightly that it was visible to me, and I realized she was a lot more desperate than she was letting on. Maybe even more than me.

I cut the water off and handed Jordan a towel, which she used like a blanket and rolled over on her side. “Wow,” mumbled Sandra. “How much of this is alcohol and how much of this is retardation?”

I cringed. “Don’t say that.” Suddenly, a spike in urgency forced my legs to jerk together. Since I didn’t want Sandra to see my inevitable mad pee dance, I had to get out of there.

“How’s Jordan doing?” Riley asked.

“Sound asleep in the shower, reigning champion of the wet t-shirt contest.” I stepped awkwardly around, sipping from my seltzer. “Man, I’m sobering up now. I really don’t want to.” I winced and hopped in place, pressing my thighs together and doubling over afterwards. “Mmph!” I grunted, sitting on the floor so I could dig my foot into my crotch again.

“Be nice to your bladder,” Riley told me, taking a hit of some kind of pen.

“I wish I could!” I groaned. “What do you have?”

She held it up proudly. Then I could smell the weed. “Oh, dude,” I muttered, “we could’ve gotten in trouble for that. What if we got pulled over?”

“Yeah, that’s why I didn’t tell anyone. You all had plausible deniability. Wanna hit?”

I thought for a second. “Yeah, never do that again, but… I do want a hit,” I said, getting up and sitting next to her on the bed. I scooted back and forth while I inspected it, the urge to urinate screaming tightly all the way to the tip of my urethra. “Oh my god, I have to go to the bathroooom,” I whined, then took a hit.

Very strong. I would’ve appreciated a warning. I hacked and coughed, throwing the pen back at her and rushing over to my drink. I alternated between coughing and drinking while I drained the entire thing, gently punching my chest.

There were tears in my eyes. Riley was giggling. On a particularly hard cough, I spurted hard into my underwear and saturated it warmly. I shoved my fingers into my crotch and crossed my legs, wriggling around as I continued to cough, straining my peehole as tightly as I could.

“I don’t know what to do about Jordan,” Sandra suddenly said behind me, startling me. My hand shot to my side, but I didn’t stop swaying and squirming.

“Just leave her,” Riley said, closing her legs for privacy. “She’ll sleep it off.”

Sandra looked at me for help. I could tell by the look on her face how much discomfort she must be in, even if she was remarkably composed.

“I need another drink, man,” I said, massaging my chest as I sat back down by the fridge. “Holy shit.”

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Hesitantly, Sandra sat down next to me. “I want to be more drunk, but I don’t wanna drink,” she chuckled shyly. I didn’t usually see that side of her.

“Guys, should I have another drink?” Riley asked mischievously, pulling a pair of underwear on under the towel.

“I really don’t think so,” I laughed. “I think we should eat something, actually.”

“I came prepared with the munchies.” Riley opened her bag and I heard her rustling around. She told us what snacks she had and pretty soon our bellies were full. It pressed against my very full bladder, and I can imagine Sandra was in the same boat. The difference was that I could not sit still anymore for the life of me.

“Okay, now I’m really sobered up,” I said, eager to do something, anything, to distract myself, even if it was a little counter intuitive. Surely, the toilet will be free as soon as Jordan wakes up. “This is not good,” I joked. I held my breath while I rustled through the fridge, moving my hips around.

Over the next thirty minutes, the three of us drank, smoked, and talked, all the while my urine collected inside me, increasing my discomfort and my fidgeting.

Sandra told a story, but it got to the point where I couldn’t focus on what she was saying. I needed to pee so badly I couldn’t stand it. I was scooting back and forth, side to side, squirming my crotch into my heel, grabbing and rubbing my thigh with my free hand. As a wave started to reach it’s peak, I found my hand forcing it’s way to my crotch. I grabbed myself for a second, then quickly forced it back to my side. I immediately felt like I was going to leak, and did the same thing again and again. I started to break a sweat, my swollen bladder contracting desperately. Seeing my state, Sandra trailed off awkwardly. They were both looking at me, unsure and looking slightly amused.

“You okay?” Riley asked.

“I gotta go check on Jordan,” I said as I got up, my voice quivering. I dashed into the bathroom and gripped my pussy tightly, jumping around frantically. Jordan was still asleep in the shower. With my trembling hands, I closed the shower curtain, dropped my pants, and sat on the toilet. “Come on, please,” I begged my body to release it. I had to piss insanely bad. “Please!”

After a miserable minute of inching closer to relief, Sandra suddenly busted in. I gasped and covered myself, cursing myself that in my drunken, desperate stupor, I had neglected to lock the door.

“You liar!” Sandra accused, “you told me you couldn’t go with her in here!”

“I can’t!” I cried, cradling my bulging organ, “I’m trying so hard!”

“Yeah, I’ve really had about enough of this.” She yanked the curtain open and started shaking our friend awake. I pulled my pants back up and writhed in place, trembling in agony. “Jordan, wake up,” she repeated. “Please, I- Jordan!” her hand shot between her legs for a second. My eyes went wide.

Jordan started to stir. Then she farted. If I wasn’t so unbearably desperate, it might have been funny.

“Come on, man, wake up already!” Sandra exclaimed.

“Wha happen…?” she mumbled. Then, once again, she passed gas, this time for a lot longer. “I gotta- what-“ She drowsily opened her eyes and looked down. Startled and horrified, she covered her lap. “W-w-what the fuck happened!?” she said in a hushed voice. “I-ohh, god… Oh, holy fuck…” She clutched her stomach.

“You got way too drunk, man, now get outta here,” Sandra said.

“You get outta here! I have to- ooh god, you don’t get it, you have to get out, like, right now.”

“What?”

“And bring me something to wear, please!” she begged. Then she lurched forward and clutched her bottom. “Please, you don’t know what alcohol does to me, you guys have to get out right now…”

My heart sank with the realization.

“Let me pee first,” Sandra said.

“I don’t even know if I can make it out of this tub,” her voice was trembling.

“Oh god, okay, come on, Kenzie.”

“I can’t,” I said quietly.

“Look, we’ve waited this long. What’s another five minutes?” She grabbed my hand and led me out. Every step was a jolt of discomfort. I sat down carefully on my knees, squishing my thighs together.

“You guys didn’t pee?” Riley asked, holding a half empty mini bottle of tequila.

“Jordan’s gonna blow the bathroom up first, thank god,” Sandra said, taking some clothes from Jordan’s bag and tossing them into the bathroom without looking. When she sat down next to us, she took a deep, tense breath.

Riley looked at me. “You okay?”

“I’m hurting,” I said, rocking back and forth. I jerked my legs to the side when a pang of urgency wracked through my body, trying to initiate a pee dance again. “Nngh-“ I moaned involuntarily, squeezing one eye shut as I starting again to squirm and writhe. I dug into my foot and messed with my waistband.

“You want another drink?” Sandra asked, twisting her own mini bottle open.

“No…”

“You want me to rub your back?” Riley asked.

“…actually, yeah,” I said. My bladder was so intensely overfull that some of the pain was in my lower back. My kidneys. “T-Thanks…” I gasped and jolted my hips, my body begging and screaming for me to let all of my liquid waste out.

Riley’s hand was cold, but it felt good. “I don’t think anyone would blame you if you, uh… Used another cup,” she told me.

“I hated that!”

“I know, I know,” she chuckled.

I winced as my hand forcefully darted to my crotch, my urethra spasming under the enormous pressure. Out of nowhere, I heard a throaty squeak. Riley and I looked at Sandra, who was visibly tense and nervous. I noticed that she was gripping her pants tightly. 

“Jordan!” she suddenly shouted, getting up and storming up to the bathroom. “Jordan, open up, come on,” she said, knocking forcefully. “Kenzie’s about to have another accident out here.”

“You have an accident?” Riley echoed to me, confused.

“Please, please, please, I have to go too…”

“I’ll be right out!” Jordan sounded distressed.

“Dude, you do not fucking get it-“

“I said I’ll be right out!” she returned defensively.

I groaned miserably and punched my thigh, writhing in agony. “I’m dying, I’m dying…” I said breathlessly and through clenched teeth.

“Okay, that’s it, there’s gotta be something around here.” Riley got up and searched for a second before coming back with a stack of small, clear cups.

“That’s too small!” I said, trembling with desperation.

“Well, not if you use a bunch of them…”

“I’d…” I started hesitantly, “I’d need, like, that water bottle at least…”

“Aw, man, I use that thing all the time!”

Tears started streaming down my face.

“Okay, okay, it’s okay,” she retrieved it for me. “Come to the towel over here. Can you get up?”

I nodded. I gingerly hobbled my way over there while she hurriedly downed the contents, which couldn’t have been easy. It was a pretty big water bottle. Then, she unscrewed the cap so there’d be enough aiming room. 

“Don’t look,” I sniffed, and I pulled my pants and underwear down and got on my knees. I leaned against the bed in front of me and positioned the bottle under my crotch. Somehow, uncharacteristically, I was dribbling immediately. I think it would’ve come out like that even if I was still fully clothed.

“Jordan, please,” Sandra whined.

“Kenzie’s already-“ Riley started, before putting two and two together.

“I’ll. Be. Right. Out.”

My urine trickled down my butt and my thigh, but at this point, I didn’t even care. It grew to a gentle leak, pattering into the vessel. My breath was bated and shaky. I thanked god for the relief, simultaneously scorning him for the suffering. My stream got stronger and louder, making my skin crawl with embarrassment. The bottle was getting heavy.

Sandra leaned against the wall and held her pussy, her head hanging in shame. She was swaying side to side, clearly doing only what she absolutely needed to do, and not as much as she wanted.

I heard the sound of pattering liquid getting small and crisp, telling me it was reaching full capacity. I gasped and swore, frustrated. How could this be? I still had to piss like a racehorse!

“Ahh-“ I whined, forcing my stream to come to a grinding, painful halt. My hands were shaking as I screwed the lid back on. At least I wasn’t in immense pain anymore, but I was jiggling and squirming as I wiped my coochie, butt, and thighs with the towel underneath me. I gave myself a squeeze before I pulled my pants back on and sat next to my sister. “Thanks, Riley,” I said, and she smiled at me.

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On 1/19/2023 at 11:22 PM, NotGraeme said:

I love how even when Kenzie gets to finally pee, she doesn't really get to pee.

It is my favorite omorashi trope at the moment 😛

 

“Do you still have to go!?” she asked, seeing how antsy I was. “Did you fill it up?”

I nodded sheepishly.

“Oh my god! That’s gotta be like a world record!”

Jordan’s muffled voice came from inside the bathroom. “When I open the door, you can’t come in.”

“What!?” Sandra said incredulously. “Just open the door!”

“Please, it’s embarrassing…”

There was a pause. “Did you… not make it?”

“Of course I made it!” she exclaimed.

“Okay, then what’s the problem? Let me in already!”

“The toilet is… Out of commission.”

I turned around to look at Sandra. Both of her hands were between her legs. She was bent at the hips. “…What?”

“I clogged the toilet.”

“I just have to pee, I’ll plug my nose or…”

“It’s like, overflowing a little bit…”

“Oh, god…” I groaned, gripping my crotch and doubling over. Riley cupped her hand over her mouth in shock. Sandra rubbed her face miserably. “Are you… Are you fucking with me?”

“There’s no plunger in here, so I just kept trying to flush it down…”

“Oh my god!” Sandra was almost shouting. “Have you never used a toilet before!? Everyone knows not to do that! Everyone! Is there one in-“ she frantically rustled through the closet. “Fuck…” she sighed, defeated.

“Hey, Sandra,” Riley said.

“What?”

“If you’re, uh, as comfortable as Kenzie is with that bottle…”

“Well, I’m not comfortable with it,” I clarified, gyrating my hips and scooting side to side.

“I don’t…” Sandra sounded breathless and strained. “I’m not gonna do that.”

“I’m just offering it, like… If it’s a necessity.”

She lowered to a squat, then leaned back on her hands while she put her feet in front of her to sit on her butt. Unable to bend over all the way because of the bladder pressure, I deduced. She cringed and grunted when she brought her knees up to put on her shoes.

“Where are you going?” I asked, fiddling with the front of my waistband.

“I’m gonna go find a bathroom somewhere,” she said.

“Ooh, I’ll come with,” I said, standing up.

“Why don’t I just go find it and uh…” she hurriedly interrupted, gulping nervously halfway through, “I’ll come back and tell you where it is?”

I stood there for a second. “That doesn’t make any sense,” I said. “Do you not want me to come?”

She squeaked when she got back up, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her legs together. “I don’t care, I just have to go so bad and I need to go right now…”

“That’s okay! Let’s go, man,” I said, hurriedly slipping my socks and shoes on.

She kept her head down the entire brisk walk down the hall, holding her hands tightly in front of her groin. Her breath was bated. My own need wasn’t very comfortable, either, and I was grateful for the urgency. There was so much urine in me, it sloshed around with every step.

“Hey, should we check in here?” I said, pointing at the little room with the laundry and concession machines.

“Why the fuck would-“ she started, audibly exasperated, “fine, yeah, I don’t know.”

There was no bathrooms in there. She scoffed as we left.

I took a deep breath. “You know, I know you’re hurting right now, but I don’t understand why you have to be such a bitch to me all the time.”

“What?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” I continued crossly. “You’re so short with me and nobody else, I just want to know it if I did something to you.”

“Can we talk about this some other time?” she said, dropping her head back and wincing, crossing her legs and putting her hands on her hips once we got to the elevator. I couldn’t tell if she was jiggling or trembling.

“No, I’m sick of it! This whole time, you’re on the attack with me. Why?”

“I-I don’t kn-know-“ she stuttered, starting to sob. I immediately pulled back, my eyes going wide. For a moment, she was frantically crossing and uncrossing her legs, grabbing madly at herself and jerking her butt around. Then, she kicked off her shoes and stepped back, a couple of dark spots appearing on the floor underneath her. “Hnngh- no no no- please please please-“ 

Tears were streaming down her beet red face. Golden liquid was spilling out of the cuffs of her pajama pants, saturating her socks. The moisture finally permeated the dense material, streaking darkly down her inner thighs. The hissing became audible. So did the splattering. She pee’d for so long, it just kept going and going. The sight and sound of it made me utterly frantic, forcing me to dance and writhe around as I tried desperately not to meet the same fate. My bladder contracted furiously. Suddenly, we reached the ground floor and the doors opened.

“No, god no-“ she exclaimed, desperately pushing buttons to go close it. I forced myself to be somewhat composed, crossing my legs and leaning against the wall, but I was shaking like a leaf and I couldn’t force my hand away from my groin. An entire group of people went to enter the elevator. Then, upon seeing her state, one of them said “whoa…” and stepped back.

“What?” asked another one, before turning to Sandra and going white as a ghost. The doors closed awkwardly while they stared at her from outside, sobbing and urinating, a puddle growing huge at her feet. She showed no signs of stopping.

“Sandra-“ I started.

“D-don’t!” 

The puddle got so big that it crept under my shoes. She leaned on her knees, urine dribbling from her butt. By the time she was done letting it out, we were back on our floor. The doors opened, thankfully void of strangers. We just stood there. She was crying. I’d never seen her cry.

As soon as the doors opened, she rushed out toward our room. Then, as soon as that door opened, she ducked into the bathroom before anyone saw her.

“Where’s the bathrooms?” Riley asked me. “I actually kinda have to go.”

“We… couldn’t find any,” I said, stepping around and squishing my thighs together.

“Damn! That’s so weird. Where do the employees go?”

I shrugged.

“Are you… gonna be okay?” she asked.

“I… I think so,” I said, sitting down next to her and Jordan. I was still bursting at the seams. “I can always dump out the…” I stopped myself, remembering that Jordan wasn’t around for that particular humiliating affair.

Riley laughed. “Yeah,” she agreed. After a bit, she said “I might go to sleep.”

“Me too,” echoed Jordan, more reserved than usual.

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded as she got up and laid down. Riley went to bed, too, but she was sat up on her phone. I tried, as sneakily as I could, to grab some clothes out of Sandra’s bag.

“That’s Sandra’s bag,” Riley corrected.

“O-Oh, my bad…”

“It’s literally a completely different kind of bag,” she laughed. I went into my bag and rustled around until she got under the covers and turned away from me. I was fidgeting like mad, really needing to piss. Then, I pulled out some clothes and hurried to the bathroom, where Sandra was rinsing her legs with the shower head. The water was barely on. She was in her underwear.

“Dude!” she hissed, covering her crotch.

“Come on, man,” I said incredulously, showing her the outfit and putting it down on the sink.

“I was literally about to get naked…” she said. “Are those… my clothes?”

“Well, they’re mine,” I said, “but they noticed when I went into your bag so I had to act like it was an accident.”

“Oh…”

The toilet was covered and surrounded by a mound of towels. “This is ridiculous,” I said. “We’ve got to be the worst guests this hotel has ever seen,” I said, dancing a little on the spot.

“Honestly,” she laughed. Then we were quiet for a minute. “Thanks for… not… telling on me,” she said.

“Telling on you? What, are we in grade school? You’re not in trouble, man.”

“You know what I mean!” she shut off the water and stepped out, drying her legs with a towel and wrapping it around her waist. “And… I guess I wanted to like…” she scratched her head nervously, acting like she was thinking. “I’m sorry for not helping you out before. I wasn’t… really...”

“I know, Sandra. It’s okay.”

“And I’m really…” she started tearing up again. “I’m sorry we never got to a bathroom down there, you know, we can go back down…”

“It’s okay!” I stepped forward and I hugged her. I don’t know why I did it, it just kind of happened. Plus, I just wanted her to stop talking about it. “Riley’s gonna notice if I leave again, anyway.”

“So you’re just gonna hold it all night?”

“I’m gonna wait until she’s asleep,” I said. “Or maybe…” I glanced at the sink, but I didn’t finish. She didn’t have to know.

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On 3/1/2023 at 7:55 PM, Paulbmallc said:

Any chance you'll keep going with this one? It's really good!

Definitely! Apologies for the long wait😅Here’s a mini installment before the next big one:

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I climbed into bed, pressing my fingers into my peehole. The liquid waste sloshed around with the movement. I cradled my bulging pee baby with the hand that wasn’t squished between my thighs. Riley was on her phone.

As I laid there in quiet desperation, I tossed and turned, getting to the point where I was unable to think about anything other than my bloated bladder. With both hands squeezing my womanhood, I kicked my legs and writhed around. I was waiting for two things: Riley to fall asleep so I can go find a bathroom, or Sandra to leave the bathroom so I can try to pee in the sink.

Time passed and I was starting to get annoyed. It was almost sunrise and I was exhausted, hardly able to keep my eyes open. All I wanted was an empty bladder so I could get some sleep. As I waited in quiet agony, the world drifted away…

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When I woke up the next morning, I was sweating, curled up in a ball. My bladder was bulging out and pounding, screaming with ache. I then noticed a warm wetness in my crotch, going down my butt. It spread to my thigh. Then, in horror, I realized what it was. It was what woke me up. I frantically sat up, trying in vain to stop letting it out, beyond terrified that it would reach my sleeping sister, but I relaxed my trembling sphincter when I realized she was no longer in the bed.

“Ooh, I gotta go, I gotta go…!” Riley was whining, jumping around and shaking her hands. “I gotta pee like crazy! We called the cleaning people so long ago!” she crossed her legs and doubled over, her hands buried in her lap. She glanced up and saw me. “Morning… Kenz… Mmph! I gotta piss so bad…” 

Sandra was in bed on her phone, faced away from me. I was so nervous that someone would find out. It was trickling out steadily, my insanely full bladder slowly voiding into my underwear. It warmly pooled under me. It came to the point where I was relieved enough that I think I could’ve stemmed it, but…

I didn’t want to. When’s the next time I’d be able to pee? I needed to urinate so badly last night, I can’t imagine what my bladder went through in the hours that I was asleep.

Riley started jumping around again. Suddenly and without warning, she flumped down on the bed. I gasped and stopped pissing, my urethra burning and begging me to keep going, and my urge to piddle still aching intensely inside me.

“I gotta go-“ she squeaked, rolling around.

“Okay, do you actually have to pee that bad?” Sandra said, rolling over.

Riley sat up, no longer squirming. “I actually don’t have to pee at all,” she said, even though her body language was exceptionally strained. She got up and looked out the window. “Such a fine morni-iing,” she strained the last syllable out, her composure breaking as she stuck out her butt and and pressed her thighs together. Then she was laughing at herself. “Feels like I’m gonna explode,” she said.

“Where’s Jordan?” I asked, the hot piss absorbing into the material around me.

“Telling someone she clogged the toilet,” Sandra said.

“Well… Nobody look, ‘cause I’m gonna change.”

Sandra rolled back over. “Don’t go to the bathroom or anything.”

Riley looked closely out the window, cupping her hands around her eyes while she crossed her legs and swayed her waist around.

I pulled the blanket to the side and looked at my huge urine puddle. It stained the blanket, too. My pants were darkened.

I covered it up and got out of bed. I skinned my wet pants and under wear off, stuffed them deep into my bag, and hurriedly wet a bunch of tissues with a cup of water by my bed and dabbed my legs and booty. I was frantic, as quiet as I could be.

“Hnnngh-“ I heard Riley moan.

When I was satisfied with my half-assed clean-up, I pulled on some fresh panties and a pair of jean shorts. I then realized my mistake. These things were tight, ready to squish my bladder mercilessly. Right when I was about to take them off and find something else…

“Are you done changing, yet?” Sandra said, shifting in the bed and startling me. I knocked the tissues onto the ground, thinking she’d see, but she stayed facing sway from me.

“A-Almost,” I said, grimacing as I clasped the shorts around me and tossed the tissues into the trash. “Alright, I’m done,” I said almost breathlessly, struggling to keep from going into an all-out potty dance. 

“As soon as Jordan gets back, we gotta go find a bathroom,” Riley declared.

“Good idea,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed and squirming. I put my thumb in between my waistband and my belly, pulling the stiff fabric away from my tender pee baby.

Jordan returned. “Again, I’m so sorry…” she said, opening the door for the cleaning man. “We tried to keep it under control…”

His face turned to surprise and disappointment when he saw it. “I’ll need the whole cart…” he said, turning and leaving.

She covered her face with her hands for a minute, then said “I’m so fucking embarrassed. Can we leave now? Please?”

“Yes, please,” Riley hurriedly grabbed her things and was the first by the door, marching in place. She danced crazily in the elevator, shamelessly grabbing herself and contorting her body to keep her urine inside. It was a distracting reminder of my own burning need, made even worse by my choice of attire. I shifted from foot to foot, beyond ready to finally let it all out.

Her potty dance toned down while we checked out, but she was still obviously jittery and uncomfortable. We rushed outside and she hopped around with her hands on the door handle while we waited for it to unlock.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna pee my pants!” she whined as we climbed in. “I really gotta fucking go, guys…”

“We all do, man,” Sandra said, “nobody got to have their morning pee.”

“I just… I don’t know if I can hold it much longer, we gotta stop somewhere quick…!” she scooted back and forth, grinding her crotch into the seat.

Sandra turned the key and we listened to the engine turn, trying to ignite, but it died off as soon as she stopped turning. “The fuck?” she said, all of us going quiet. She tried again.

“You’re gonna flood it,” Jordan said.

“Fuck!” she dropped her hands in exasperation.

“It won’t start?” Riley asked, crossing her legs tightly and jiggling.

“No, it’s actually starting fine, Riley, that’s why we’re driving back home right now.”

“Alright, man,” she returned, annoyed, grabbing her crotch and jolting as a wave of urgency probably ran through her. “I’m gonna walk somewhere to go pee, I really, I can’t…”

“Just hold on!” Sandra turned the key again to no avail. “Dude, it got us all the way here, I don’t understand…”

Riley started dancing like crazy, scooting around, bouncing on her butt with her hands gripping tightly. I heard little grunts coming out of her, quiet whines when she’d hold her breath in exertion, whimpers of discomfort and pain. “I gotta go now, man,” she said, her voice trembling as she opened the door. “I’m really gonna pee my pants, I have to go now…”

“I’ll go with you,” I said, getting out as well.

The hotel was by itself, surrounded by trees and a parking lot. Down a ways and on the other side of the busy multi lane road, there was a stretch of shops. Spotting it, Riley made a beeline.

“Wait up!” I called, trying to jog after her, but my urine sloshed around with each step and it was really uncomfortable. I don’t know how she was doing it.

“Pleaseee!” she begged, holding herself and hopping around. “I’m dyinggg…”

“I have to go bad, too,” I said. “Let’s walk along the treeline and cross by those stoplights up there.”

At a faster pace than I was comfortable with, we hurried along the side of the road, Riley mumbling nervously the entire time. “Gottapeegottapeegottapee…”

About halfway there, she exclaimed, stopping in her tracks and doubling over. “I pee’d a little…” she said, laughing but panicking. “I have to… I don’t have a choice, I have to…” she frantically undid her pants as she ran into the forest, yanking her pants down and exploding into the grass before she was even squatting. “Ahhh-“ she moaned dramatically, “oh my goddd…”

“Dude!” I said, “we aren’t that far from the road!”

“I couldn’t make it another step, man, holy fuckkk…”

I stepped side to side, my own urge to pee calling for relief pretty loudly. “I guess they’re going pretty fast…” I said. Everything told me not to, but the past few days were wearing on my pride. Maybe it wasn’t too bad to pop a squat in the woods.

I went next to my peeing sister, dropped my pants, and lowered down. She dropped her jaw and looked at me. “Gettin’ bold, sis!”

“Shut it,” I said, taking a deep breath. Sooner than I thought I would, it came out with a trickle. Then, I started urinating pretty hard. I realized there was a lot more liquid in my bladder than I thought. It just kept coming and coming. Our massive streams snaked through the dirt and converged into a huge puddle in front of us.

I probably let out about half my volume when a sudden sharp burning sensation stabbed at my butt. I yelped and jumped up, pissing on myself for a second as I swatted at my behind and jumped away from the source. I winced, squeezing one eye and rubbing my buttcheek. “Owww…”

“What!?” Riley asked, still urinating forcefully.

Drops of piss dribbled down my thighs. “Something bit my butt, man,” I rubbed the spot.

She giggled.

“It’s not funny! Never encourage me to pee outside again,” I said. Then paused. “I mean, I guess it’s a little funny… Can you look? Do you see anything?” Embarrassedly, I turned around.

“It’s red. There’s a little spot. Maybe it was an ant.”

“It hurt really bad,” I pulled my pants back up, my underwear warm and moist, my bladder still noticeably full.

Riley finished up, bobbing up and down to drip dry before pulling her pants up. “Come on, let’s make sure those two don’t leave us behind.”

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