Cloude

The concept for this would go CRAZY.

One designated pisser for an entire room. Everyone sends their piss to one person who has to RACE to the toilet to get there in time.

Someone interested in doing a hold but doesn't want to wait starts accepting every piss request they can get until they're twisted up and biting their lip and stifling their whines because it hit all at once and feels so damn good.

Accepting an emergency piss request from someone about to wet themselves so now you're completely exploding because the amount you agreed to take is incredibly large.

Thinking about a wizard girl sitting in the back corner of a popular tavern with a little magical device in her pocket that pings whenever she gets a request. She doesn't even think before she accepts. She feels a small hum, and suddenly, her bladder begins to fill up. Most people wait until they're hovered over a privy or a bucket to accept, but the challenge is all part of the fun for her.

Instead, she bites her lip as she feels the tingle branching up from her bladder, gripping the table and wrapping her legs around each other. She squirms in the shadows, holding back little pleasured moans. She enjoys the feeling, breathing quickening.

She watches the Privy line, a shifting bard girl stepping side to side uncomfortably. She reaches for a little device, and moments later, she little gem in her pocket pings. She accepts. The bard looks noticeably relieved, stopping her dancing. The wizard holds back another moan, her whole body throbbing. Her bladder is achingly full, grinding into her own heel. Knuckles white on the edge of the table. She can't help but whimper, head rolling back.

Gods, she has to piss. It's the most full she's ever been. Covering her mouth, she slides out the back door of the tavern and into the alley where nobody can see her. Pushing up her robes behind some crates and barrels, leaving herself exposed to the cool night air. She's humping the air against nothing, one hand pressed against the fullness of her bladder, spiking that desperation past anything she's ever felt before.

She lets out a filthy moan as she releases everything inside of her, everything that filled her up only within 10 minutes alone. The puddle she makes it hot and clear, hydrated to the hells and back, and she holds her robes away from the mess as the stream damn near explodes out of her, chest heaving as she pants and catches her breath.

She pees for so long, she's almost limp by the end of it, a delighted smile across her face as she feels so blissfully empty.