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Hello everyone! I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while. I’ve never really done an interactive story before and I'm honestly not very good at writing, but I figured it could be a fun w

Thank you all for taking part in this! 😄 Based on the votes given, we have our character:  An anthro cow lady named Mocha who is very shy and introverted, and has a hyper bladder. Hyper in t

I think 2 or 5, juice is good but I wouldn't want her to work the whole day on just liquid! She'd need at least an egg or some veggies to fill her belly right? 👀

Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for the small hiatus, life had been pretty insane lately so I haven't been able to write too much. Thank you all for being patient! ❤️ 

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With a slow glance out the kitchen window, our bovine heroine sighed at the sight of the tall pasture grass. Cutting it was essential, it needed to be cut a number of times before the snow first fell in late autumn. Mocha would usually mow it and wait for it to brown and dry out to be baled and sold for mulch, feed, or any other reason it might be useful. It better be cut today. 

 

Mocha’s thick thighs squeezed together with the need to contain her waters. Her large rump that stuck out from her overall shorts glistened with light moisture, a result of her beginning stages of strain. She couldn’t believe how fast everything she drank went through her, as if it was all funneling to her bladder at light speed. It was beginning to feel like a watermelon was weighing down on her tight spincher with an ungodly desire to burst out. Mocha wanted so bad to slip both her hands between her grinding thighs and squeeze herself to ease the rapidly growing pressure. And soon, she found that her hands were already beginning to weasel down there… 

 

“H-huh? What am I doing?! That’s… inappropriate…” Mocha huffed to herself, face flushed red with embarrassment. To her it felt as if all the eyes in the world were watching her unladylike behavior despite there not being a soul around to witness it. But it seemed as if she’s already made up her mind, she kept her hands fisted at her sides and refrained from squirming despite her bladder protesting against it. She was strong enough to hold it until everything was complete, and determined enough to make sure of that. 

 

Mocha marched out the doors after quickly cleaning up and headed to the shed where she kept the mower. It had been some time since she last used it, so she would definitely need to fill it up with fuel. Entering the shed, she grabbed the plastic tub where she kept the oil and proceeded to bend over to fill it up. Her udders became squished in this position, so in an attempt to ease the udder's fullness, she sucked in her gut. This would have helped ease the pain if it hadn't added an extra weight on to her topped off bladder. The sound of fuel being poured into the mow didn’t exactly help either. The poor cow crossed her legs as she began to feel movement knowing it was her piss looking for an escape, but with a tight clench it all managed to work its way back up, Mocha sighing with relief. Once finished, Mocha shyly dug a hand between her legs. 

 

“Phew… No wetness.” She said in a calmer tone. If only the relief of managing to hold back a leak helped with the urge to unleash her waters.

 

Once the mower had started itself up and was driven out to the pasture to begin cutting the tall grass, Mocha groaned with discomfort and urgency. The layout of the mower forced her legs to be separated and made her incapable of even pressing them together to ease the twinging flashes of desperation pounding on her poor aching urethra. The vibration of the machine echoed throughout her inner reservoir with more anger than a hurricane colliding with a great ocean. The constant everlasting tremor tortured her poor exit, almost as if it was trying to persuade the bovine into emptying, and in reality she wanted nothing more than to piss to her heart's content right now. Everything she had drank went right through her a million times faster than what she had ever expected. It felt as if her contents were doubling every minute, and in a way, they kind of were… 

Mocha wasn’t an ordinary cow, she carried a rare trait that wasn’t commonly seen among her fellow anthropomorphic kind. A quirk that proved to be an inconvenience more than anything else. She had a hyper bladder. It wasn’t necessarily easy to tell considering that at its physical tightest it was a little tricky to even tell that she had a full bladder, mostly because her plump udders made it tricky to see. But even though it might look normal on the outside, on the inside it was as if her bladder led to a portal filled with eternal piss capacity that constantly piles up on her. The longer she holds it, the more it continues to double itself. The bladder capacity of an average anthro cow is a mere singular droplet in comparison to her waterlogged piss tank. Some would be very impressed or even aroused at the thought of seeing someone carry a hyper bladder, but Mocha was a tad shy about it and very happy that at the moment nobody was around to witness her in her desperate predicament. 

 

Her bladder wasn’t the only thing under fire at the moment, her backed up udders sloshed around with a full need as well, adding even more weight on top of her poor overstretched organ. 

“Mnn- nghh! Ahh.. mn nfff…O-ooohhhh p-please just stay inside me for n-now… ah- hhnnnggg…!” She moaned to herself in a plea of agony, begging her body to stay within her control. She squirmed her bum on the seat of the mow, not that it did anything, but the idea of it at least helped a little. But she was beginning to face another problem, the vibrations of the mow in addition to the indescribable pressure being placed on her piss hole, her clit began to swell and throb with orgasmic need. She became flushed in a hot sweat, beginning to even stop the mow to rub it out, or even stay on the mow and allow it to come out from the vibrations. But a thought crossed her mind, if she cums there’s a possibility she might pee, which wouldn’t exactly be ideal. With an annoyed and pent up moan, she lightly lifted her rear up from the seat to let the need die down. Once sitting down again it didn’t take too long for her clit to begin throbbing like mad again, so Mocha just continued to rise herself up to let it die down and repeat over and over and over until she was done. It was going to be absolute torture…

 

Several hours had passed since Mocha had begun, and now it was finished. An entire pasture successfully mowed, putting on an impressive striped display from the organized hills of chopped grass that coated its entirety. Once the mow had been parked back inside the shed, the poor bovine hopped off of the vehicle and quickly fell to a squat. Despite wanting to maintain a lady-like appearance, she couldn’t control her animalistic need to ram both of her hands into her pussy to squeeze herself closed. The entire area felt slightly damp from the unintended arousal she had to deal with for so long, clit still throbbing eagerly causing her to pant with need. Right now all she wanted was to just cum and squirt her mountain of piss out of her, but it all had to wait much to her frustration. Her eyes squeezed shut as it felt like the thin ring of flesh on her sphincter was the only thing preventing all of the pee from squirting out. 

 

“No no no no no no no! Nghh!! Not yet!” She begged with herself, gasping with shock as her tired hole temporarily gave way and allowed a pressured leak to fill her panties. Right as it came out, she shot herself upwards to stand up, parting her legs to peek at the damage. “Damn it.” she uttered to herself. A noticeable wet spot had formed. She clamped down on herself harder than before. “Th-there bladder, you got what you wanted. That should be more than enough pee to let out for a good long while.” she said firmly, commanding her bladder to control itself. Slowly, Mocha removed her hands from the dark damp patch to look at her checklist for chores to do, potty dancing on the spot with a silly dance of one foot to the other. “Only two left… ngghh… which one should I do?”

 

1. Pull weeds

2. Water the garden

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