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the drinks hit you way faster than expected, and soon you’re squirming. since you’re playing with a controller, you can only very briefly use your hands to hold yourself sometimes. focusing on the game makes it harder to hold, but the growing desperation distracts you, and you make more mistakes than usual, so you’re always catching up, fixing something you did wrong, or dangerously close to a game over. bouncing in your seat affects your dexterity with buttons, so that too has to stay minimal.

desperation comes and goes in waves. sometimes, you’re on the edge of your seat, shaking, gripping the controllers so tight your knuckles are white, but then it finally calms down and you can forget you even needed to go.

that might be the the most treacherous part, because you’re so engrossed in the game that you don’t see it coming, when the need rises again.

your full attention is stretched thin between the game, which keeps getting more difficult, and keeping control of your bladder, so you don’t think not to keep drinking, out of motor reflex.

so focused are you on not losing, you don’t even notice the first time you leak a little bit, while navigating a tricky game section at the height of a desperation surge. you only feel it after, when you can relax a tad and slightly unclench your legs, feeling dampness between them.

the next time you try to navigate a hard game sequence, your bladder throbs in need again, as if it knows the worst moments to remind you how full you are. a much bigger spurt of piss hisses between your legs, one you can’t ignore or not notice, and, by that point, it’s basically already too late.

you try to wrap up the play, to get to a safe area so you can just put down the controller and dash for the bathroom, but you can’t seem to find one, and the frantic searching takes some of your focus away from your bursting bladder. the wet patch on your pants keeps slowly growing and growing, even with your best efforts to clamp your legs and your muscles shut. you’re so desperate, so close to losing control, you can barely focus on playing anymore, and it’s taking you much longer than it should to find a safe zone. by the time you do, you’ve been spitting in your pants every other moment, and when you see the end is near, your body nearly gives up on the spot in anticipation.

the moment you make it, you drop the controller and shove your hands between your legs, tight on your wet crotch, and you feel warmth hissing against your palm. you stand up, but it’s too late. you can’t do it anymore, the gravity does you in. you try to take a step, you really do, but it’s entirely futile. piss gushes out of you, uncontrollably, spilling between your fingers and down your thighs. it splatters on the floor below in a few large bursts, which is when you finally give up—or maybe you’re forced to by your muscles giving up. it all starts coming out, so much all at once, and it lasts so long, you hadn’t realized how much you had drank at all.

Twelve hours of the day, that bathroom was locked. River had the key, of course. But Faye did not. Tonight was no different than any other night. It was 4am and the bathroom was locked until morning, the only merciful toilet in their little apartment.

The only change this night, though, was just how badly Faye had to piss.

Faye wasn't even trying to sleep anymore. She was tossing and turning in the bed now, a hand shoved down the front of her shorts to squeeze herself, legs shuffled together. She had been trying to ignore her growing need for a half hour now, but as time ticked on, it was only getting worse and worse.

She shifted a pillow between her legs to clamp her thighs around, squirming hard against it. Even if she held until sunlight, she still had far too many merciless hours to hold. She knew now there was no way she'd ever make it until 10 in the morning.

"River." She finally said, starting to shake her awake. River had been awake for the last couple of minutes, though. Pretending to sleep after she felt Faye beginning to grow restless.

"What's the matter Faye?" She asked, smug voice already knowing the truth.

"I'm gonna piss the fucking bed if you don't give me that key." Faye said plainly, unable to stop squirming for even a second.

River chuckled. "Oh, is that so? Hm, that's such a shame." She mused, rolling onto her back to watch the show Faye was putting on.

"I'm not kidding, Riv." Faye pleaded, both hands shoved between her legs as she squirmed.

"Right, and you said that last time you woke me up, and you were completely fine." She shrugged dismissively.

"River please!" Faye gasped. "Please, I'm gonna piss the bed, please, I'm not kidding."

River checked the time. "Only six more hours, then."

Faye felt her entire bladder convulse at the idea of holding it in that long. Even if she could hold it until the morning, six more hours would destroy her. Her bladder throbbed, aching to come out. It sent tingles up her spine the more she pressed that pillow against her thighs. She whined, a leg crossing over her pillow to squeeze.

"Im not gonna make it—" Faye repeated desperately.

"We can see about that," River said with a pleasant little shrug. Willing to put that claim to the test and see exactly how long Faye could really last. "You know the rules. You're going to hold it until that bathroom is unlocked, or face the consequences." River rolled back over and pretended like she was about to sleep, but she had never been more awake in her life. Knowing Faye was this desperate was only the biggest turn on ever.

They had several close calls with Faye frantically jumping and dancing at the bathroom door, and River relished in every single one. But this, the way she was twisted up like a pretzel in the bed, huffing and panting and whining... it was too good to miss.

Faye shook River again, immediately flipping her back over. "Don't you fucking go to sleep on me!" She hissed, tense and irritable as her bladder demanded something be done about it. "I need the key. I need the key this time." She repeated, trying to keep her voice steady and serious. "I'm not going to make it."

River sat up slowly, stretching and yawning and making a big show of it all while Faye groaned and growled at the fact she was drawing it out just to be an ass.

"I know you're not going to make it." River smirked. "But, you were the one who agreed to these rules, right? I expect you to hold it. You're going to hold it until I open that door tomorrow morning."

Faye clutched both hands to her bladder, squeezing between her crotch as she held herself. "Please— fuck! River, I really really really have to pee. I'm going to explode. I'm going to burst. I can't last that long. Please, is there anything I can do?!" She pleaded. Her whole bladder felt like it was pressing downward.

River watched her, seeing that Faye was really at her limit. It was such a sexy sight to see her legs tangled up with that pillow, clutching against herself as she refused to hold still. She had never seen Faye this desperate before.

"It'll cost you, then." She said, scratching the back of her neck casually. "You know I'm not just going to give you the key... but if you can prove you need it, then I guess you can try to convince me."

Faye bent her leg up. Twisting one around the other as both legs began to shake and tremble. All she could do was nod desperately at the idea of relief. So long as she got it. She rubbed her legs together, thighs tense. River reached down and took her hands away from her bulging crotch.

"Stop, I need—"

But Faye was cut off with a stern look. This was her new challenge.

"Hold it. If you so much as piss a drop on my hands right now, I will make you hold until noon with no exceptions."

Faye choked back a gasp as River pushed her hand down against her bladder. Faye yelped, crunching up around herself, thighs slamming together. It took everything in her to not pee herself on the spot. She felt like her body was fluttering. She truly understood what people meant when they said 'their teeth were floating.' She was fully grinding on that pillow like it was her only hope.

"Up," River told her, not giving her a time to recover, helping her to her feet. The moment gravity introduced itself to Faye's bladder, she dribbled a leak down her thighs, warm, hot, and clear. She moaned and her face went red. She heard it hiss in her shorts the moment she stood up. Agony. The wetness on her legs only tempted her aching bladder more. It was pure torture.

River took her time walking her to the bathroom, though for Faye it was more of a hobble. Her hips were jumping and twitching, doubled over in a squirming dance just to hold back whatever ocean was inside of her. Even being this close to the bathroom felt like a proximity sense was going off, making her bladder throb.

River, of course, took her time getting the key out as Faye jumped around, hands buried between her legs.

"Hnnnnh, please, please please—" Faye whispered under her breath as the door clicked open. But River gave her a look.

"Don't get too excited. You're still not going to pee. You're six hours early from when you're supposed to have the bathroom unlocked. So now you have to earn it." River replied smugly. "Now, for every hour you've skipped, you've got a minute on the toilet." She purred.

Faye could only watch in disbelief. Seeing the toilet caused an urge like none other. Her mouth just hung open with a gasp that never quite came.

"Sit." River told her, and the desperate, bursting woman had no choice but to place her ass on the toilet with a body-wide shiver. Her legs scrambled to press together, toes bouncing, making her entire legs shake in a bouncy, needy rhythm. Her body knew she was so close to what she wanted but she still had to hold it back!

"Riverhaaaahh.... fuck... River, come on." She begged deliriously, as the other woman smugly turned on the faucet. "River. River, come on. River, I can't h-hold it.... I c-cant... ahaaahh....."

Drip... drip... fssssss.... Faye shivered with her legs together. She couldn't recall ever being this desperate in her entire life.

A dribble of piss echoed off the inside of the bowl as Faye lost a leak. She fully whined, the sensation maddening. River may as well have told her to hold for all eternity.

Five minutes... dont think about pee, don't think about pee, don't listen to the faucet.

Four minutes.... dontpeedontpeedontpeedontpeedontpeedont— FUCK! As another hot stream splashed into the water, making Faye groan and sigh immediately.

Fsssssss— the little dribble spurted against the bowl with a hiss. Both legs now were shaking uncontrollably.

With three minutes left, River pushed her knees apart, holding her thighs open as Faye fanned her legs back and forth. River was relishing in the power she had over this situation, including every needy whimper Faye had to offer.

"You're lucky I'm so nice," River said with amusement as the faucet blasted in the background. "I could have made you hold until morning just as promised." Her fingertips teased Faye' throbbing bladder. Every muscle in her body ached as her bladder screamed to pee.

"One more minute now," River whispered. Somehow even that final minute felt like the hardest Faye had ever needed to hold. She was moaning and crying out, bucking her hips against nothing just for the mercy of holding, her legs dutifully spread apart by River.

"Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God—" she mumbled blearily, in a haze of desperation.

"Now."

On that command, the floodgates burst open, Faye relieving herself with a hissing torrent, slumping against the toilet as her tense body relaxed, overcome with shivers. She twitched softly a few times as an entire flood burst out of her, peeing steadily for a good long minute. River watched her hungrily.

"Well, I hope you see how merciful and kind I am now, letting you pee long, long before you were meant to," River grinned cruelly,satisfied as she turned the water off.

A professional wearing office attire that has been drinking what they originally thought to be a safe amount of a diuretic beverage like coffee or tea. The meeting drones on with presentations and discussions well past the attention span of the individual, who in their boredom continues sipping their drink trying to stay awake and alert just in case someone needs their attention for something.

As the minutes tick away, the fabric of their waistline stretches to its limits. Wool, silk, and polyester blends don't have the same stretch as cotton. The fabric begins to cut into their rapidly filling bladder.

The sound of the ticking becomes a grim reminder of how much time has passed and how much yet remains before they can enjoy much needed relief.

It is impossible to shift to a more comfortable position in the cheap "ergonomic" office chairs and they wouldn't dream of holding themselves under the conference table.

Minutes turn into hours. The leadership presenters continue to drone on and on about profits, projects, and strategy.

Occasionally someone reaches for one of the courtesy pitchers on the table to refill their water glass. The sound of the pouring liquid filling the glass is a tortuous reminder of their own filling bladder.

Surely other people must be feeling the pressure, right? They can't be the only ones trying to hold back a flood or making mental calculations about the number of steps they will need to maintain composure between the conference room and the bathroom.

A damp feeling in their underwear. They're pretty sure they haven't leaked. Maybe it's just sweat from the exertion of having to keep their muscles locked tight. However, they know that if relief doesn't come soon, it won't just be sweat.

The presentations have finally ended. Relief is in sight... But the floor has been opened for questions and their moronic coworkers can always be trusted to make these Q&A sessions last significantly longer than they need to.

A bead of sweat forms at their brow. A forced smile as they steel their nerves and grip the armrests on the chair. Preparation to propel themselves to their feet the moment clearance is given.

Finally! A chance to escape and dash to the bathroom. The meeting has adjourned, but with everyone lazily exiting the room the door is blocked by shiftless cubicle dwellers.

"MOVE" they scream in their mind. Slowly inching their way to the door through the throng of people. Forcing a smile and trying to act like nothing is wrong even as they're walking in the smallest of steps trying to keep their thighs pressed firmly together.

Finally free of the conference room, the trek to the toilet and sweet relief can finally begin.

Rounding a bank of cubicles, successfully dodging inane conversation with that gossip from HR, tragedy strikes.

The first leak. It's small and doesn't show through the black fabric, but they can feel it and they know this is the beginning of the end. Taking bigger steps they accelerate their trek.

Almost there. The door is in sight.

Another leak. Hopefully this doesn't show.

Through the door. A stall is open. Hallelujah.

Taking the last few steps into the stall, they close the door and start to wrestle with their clothing to get clear so they can finally release the ocean of piss trapped inside.

Someone has turned on a sink. The sound of the rushing water is torture.

(Warning: a bit of a sex scene near the end!)

Hey! It’s Angie, back with another story. Boy, this is a good one.

For a bit of a refresher, I’m 5 feet tall, slight tan, heavy accent, brown, wavy hair and eyes, and glasses. I was wearing blue jean shorts and a tank top. My girlfriend, Kai, is half a foot taller, darker skin,dark hair that’s cut short (growing it out though), and glasses. She wore black shorts and a grey t-shirt.

My girlfriend’s a hardcore comic fan. She’s dragged me to nearly every superhero movie there was, the latest being Wonder Woman and Black Panther (both were really good, so no regrets). So, Infinity War came out recently, and she just had to see it.

She didn’t bother telling me that the movie was three hours long.

She picked me up from my place around 3pm so that we could go out to eat and the mall, treating the day like a date. We stopped at a Chinese buffet, eating a few plates and having unlimited refills of pink lemonade before heading to the mall an hour later. Me being a dumbass that loves caffeine, I begged Kai to buy me a large coffee. She gave in and did, while she got a donut.

I ended up getting another small coffee by the time we left for the theaters at 6pm. As we were in the car, I realized that my bladder felt moderately full, enough to make me close my legs. No matter, I thought. I can stop at the bathrooms there before the movie.

Turned out, I couldn’t. The line for tickets was out the door, and it took a half hour to get to the front. By that time my bladder felt even more full, most likely due to the frustration and cold AC in the place. I started fidgeting slightly, but my girlfriend was too excited for the movie to notice me shuffling around slightly and crossing my legs every once in a while.

We finally got inside, and she insisted on buying snacks for the movie. No problem, I would just get popcorn. Of course, the damn concession guy talked my girlfriend into buying a large slurpee and soda, giving me the slurpee. We got to our seats, munching on popcorn and whatnot. By the time the movie started, I realized that I drunk roughly a third of the massive slurpee already, and that my bladder already felt heavier than earlier. I shifted around a little, found another comfortable spot and made the decision to eat more popcorn to slow down the liquids.

In my mind, it never registered that popcorn is normally salty, thus making you want to drink more. Throughout the first half of the movie, I kept drinking more and more until it was actually empty. My girlfriend noticed and, without tearing her eyes from the movie, moved the empty cup and put her barely-touched soda in between. I was still thirsty, so I made a vow to slowly sip at the soda instead of inhaling it like the other drink.

Towards the last half hour of the movie, my bladder felt way past its comfort zone. I started rocking back and forth, rubbing my thighs in an effort to keep my hands busy. In my decision to slowly drink, I failed to realize how long the movie truly was, and by the time I realized that it was somewhat nearing its end, the soda was half gone.

Apparently, I started whimpering. My girlfriend swatted my arm and shushed me. I bit my lip and snaked a hand between my legs, grabbing myself tightly. She still didn’t notice anything until I started whimpering again, trembling.

She looked over at me, thoroughly shocked at my figure. “Why don’t you just get up and go?” she whispered.

“Don’t wanna miss any of the movie,” I whispered back. “There isn’t that much left, right? I can wait.”

She nodded, watching the movie again. However, I could feel her eyes on me. I had to undo my belt and shorts button in order to not lose it right then and there. By the time we hit the credits, I was curled into a ball, using both hands to hold myself, and had my legs double crossed. The moment the lights in the theater lit up I jumped to my feet. However, I felt her grab my arm.

“There’s always a bonus scene after the credits,” she said. “Sit down.”

I moaned, lowering myself very, very slowly into the chair again. Five minutes later, the scene came on. After it ended I stood up again, looking at her pleadingly. “Can I go now? Please?”

She nodded, but stood in front of me when I started walking. “Now, you know damn well you can’t go out there looking like that. Stand up straight, move your hands away and uncross your legs.”

It was quite the effort, but I managed to do all of that. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathrooms outside the theatre…where there was a ridiculously long line. Turned out, one side of the stalls flooded, and left nasty sewer water everywhere, so the only available bathroom was the family bathroom just before the rest of the stalls.

Seeing the line made my bladder throb, and I couldn’t help but grab myself again. “Babe, I don’t think I can hold it until that line goes down,” I admit. “I really gotta go.”

She looks at me, and I can tell she’s turned on, but trying to resist the urge to make it worse for me. “I’ll drive you to your place, it’s closer,” she told me. We headed to her car, me climbing into her seat and curling into a ball again. I avoided the seatbelt until I couldn’t, not wanting the pressure on my bladder.

Just my luck, it started to rain; not starting as a drizzle and gradually building, but started as a torrential downpour right off the bat. My bladder felt like a bowling ball laying in the lower part of my stomach, and any pressure threatened to make me leak. “How much longer?” I whined after a bit.

“Couple more minutes,” she answered. “Your mom’s gotta be at work right now. Do you have your key?”

…Well, shit. I didn’t have it, because I didn’t think to grab it before I left. She opted to drive to her house then, turning the car around. She didn’t notice a huge pothole, jolting my bladder. The sudden shaking was too much, and for a solid four seconds I was pissing a hard stream before I could cut it off. The crotch of my shorts were soaked. “Baby…I’m losing it,” I said.

She turned onto the highway, where she immediately got to a standstill. My bladder throbbed at the thought of waiting even longer, forcing out another leak. Unable to stand it any longer, I zipped my shorts down and started getting off in an attempt to distract myself. “Sorry, but I have to,” I said after she looked over.

She stared at me for a few moments, trying to decide whether to be nice or not. Eventually, she placed a hand on my stomach, feeling the bulge. “There’s no way in hell you’re this full from the movie alone,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

I blushed. “I…may or may not have been holding since the mall.”

She glanced at the clock: 11pm. “You’ve been holding it for seven hours??”

I groaned at the reminder. “Yes! I should’ve went before the movies…”

“…So you’re holding back three cups of lemonade, two coffees, a massive slurpee and half of the same cup of soda?” She sounded impressed and intrigued.

I just groaned again at the volume of liquids I consumed, and could only nod my head. Her hand moved around, caressing the bulge. I leaked again, taking advantage of her hand being nearby and shoving it over my crotch.

We were stuck in traffic for about twenty minutes, the result of a horrible car accident that covered the entire highway, thus resulting the standstill despite it being nearly midnight. My girlfriend couldn’t help herself and, right before we continued driving, played with herself for a bit while her fingers were buried deep into me.

Even while driving, she kept her hand there. I was actually distracted until there was that familiar coil of heat, signalling me getting close to the edge. “B-baby, stop, I’m getting close,” I begged, trying to pry her hand off.

She actually went faster, pushing me dangerously close. It took all my willpower to not cum, and because I was now focused on that, my bladder took the liberty of leaking even more. I finally got her hand away, gripping my legs tightly with my hands.

“Fuck you,” I panted. “I really need to…”

She pulled up in front of her house, quickly shutting the car off, opening her door and running over to my side. She climbed in and straddled my waist, kissing me deeply. “God, I’m so turned on right now,” she admitted. “I want you.”

Granted, I was turned on, too, and we hadn’t had sex in over a month because of school and her job. Despite the temptation, my bladder screamed at the added pressure. “I need to pee!” I shouted as she was working her lips and tongue on my neck. She managed to tilt the carseat back until I was laying down, moving her lips onto my collarbone.

The next leak I had was so hard, despite the rain and our panting it was audible. “Please…” I pleaded softly. “I need to go, now. We can finish this after.”

She reluctantly climbed off of me, letting me get out of the car. I practically ran to her front door, hobbling from foot to foot as she unlocked the door. I ran inside, hurrying to the bathroom near her room.

Right as I was about to close the door, she slipped inside. “I’m not done with you, yet,” she smirked.

I paid her no attention and tried to move toward the toilet, but she sat down on top of it. She pulled me down on top of her, took my shirt off and had me straddle her leg. She felt my bulge again, sucking on my nipples through my bra. I started grinding on her leg, both to help hold it in and to give my throbbing clit some attention.

She managed to get my bra off with one hand, leaving marks over the exposed skin. With the other hand she started rubbing my clit, kissing me hard when it was getting difficult to be quiet. Every few seconds I leaked, and within moments I could feel the coil of heat again. “Gonna…cum…” I warned her.

She bit down on a nipple while stroking my clit faster, pushing me over the edge. I came, hard. Immediately that opened the floodgates, causing me to piss all over my girlfriend. The relief quickly triggered another orgasm.

I came down from my high, still pissing. She was now rubbing herself furiously, soaked in my own piss. I decided to help out, moving around so that I’m pissing directly over where her hand is while making out with her. Within seconds, she was cumming.

After she was done, I was still pissing. “You really had to go, didn’t you?” she laughed.

Hey guys! Long time no see, right? I’m here with another story, once again in Angie’s pov. Enjoy!

Warning: The story is almost entirely based around sex. If that’s not your cup of tea, then you can read my others stories with mostly cute omo!

Angie:

You know what sucks? When you try to surprise your girlfriend with sex, and you end up embarrassingly wetting the bed. With both of you in it.

Allow me to give a brief description for those that are new: I’m Angie, and I’m a somewhat short Latina with dark, curly hair and eyes. I’m the girly girl in the relationship, and on this day I was wearing reeeeeeally short shorts (for obvious reasons) that were red, and a black tank top. Kai’s dark-skinned with short curly hair and is a tomboy, and she was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

So basically, my girlfriend has started working two jobs (we’re moving to Florida soon!) while I finish up my semester in school, so she’s often unavailable when I’m free, and vice versa. The very few times we both have free time we spend it napping together or going on small dates, and after a few weeks of feeling both worked up as hell from lack of sex and brewing up ideas, I wanted to make her feel really good.

Today, she only had the one job to go to, and she was out of work early afternoon. That was enough time for me to finish up my classes for the day, and then prepare for her surprise. I had two classes: precalc and biology, both back to back. Both professors are anal about tardies, so I never bother taking any kind of break in between the fifteen minutes I have.

Precalc starts at 8am every morning, and runs until 9:45. Biology is 10-12, and is literally on the other side of the campus. I typically have no problem getting to my first class on time, but for some ungodly reason my alarm didn’t go off, and I woke up with exactly a half hour before class started. Keep in mind that it takes ten minutes to drive there, and ten minutes to walk from the parking lot to the campus.

I barely had enough time to get dressed, grab two apples to eat on the way there and chug a glass of water. In the car, it became known to me that my bladder was feeling rather full. Not to the point of bursting, but enough to make itself known. Normally, I’d empty it if the chance was presented to me, but an idea came to mind: what if I held it for her?

My girlfriend is so damn shy when it comes to asking me to do a hold, and it’s honestly adorable. I’ve yet to admit that holding is beginning to turn me on a lot more than it should, and that I have absolutely no problem holding it for her. And again, since it’s been weeks, this would be a great addition to later.

I got to my class with a literal minute before the class started. I had to run, which did absolutely nothing to help the liquids in my bladder. I took my seat and had to cross my legs to stave off the urge until it settled down enough.

The next hour and forty-five minutes ticked by slowly, and I found myself regretting chugging the glass of water earlier. Halfway through the class, small urges started growing in size, to the point that my legs had to be permanently closed. I wiggled around in my seat every so often, and ignored all weird looks from my classmates, attempting to focus on taking notes.

By the end of it, I was alternating between subconsciously flinging my free hand in the air and rubbing my thigh. The professor let us go, and I packed up my things quickly. At this point, I was seriously debating just using the bathroom in between the two classes and just refilling later, but I was stopped by the professor.

She waited until everyone had left, and asked if everything was okay, that I seemed tense and fidgety. I had my legs pressed tightly together and was shaking as I nodded, fiddling with my book bag straps to keep my hands busy. She took a swig of her water, and I couldn’t help but whimper a tad.

Finally, she let me go. I thanked her and all but ran out of there, checking the time: 9:54. I had literally no time to pee, running across the campus once again. Halfway there, I had a hand between my legs as the jostling swished the pee around again, and I had to stop once or twice to not lose it completely.

I got there right as the professor was locking the door, my hand out of my crotch and fiddling with my shirt instead. In bio, on that day we had a lab, so I had to slip goggles, a lab coat and gloves, make my way to my usual group, and work. The room was freezing, and we can’t touch our clothes because of the possible chemicals that end up on the gloves, so I couldn’t hold myself. I could only cross my legs and move them around as we messed around with bacteria.

One dumbass decided to see what would happen if he poured water into the dish, and watching/hearing it trickle out of the bottle was too much, and a two-second spurt escaped. I gripped the desk and ground my crotch into the chair, cutting it off. My group looked at me weird and questioned my red face, but I chalked it up to girl problems and they, all males and oblivious to female issues, left it as that.

For the rest of the lab, I kept grinding into my chair to distract myself just enough. Because I had to rush in the morning, I was wearing sweatpants, which caused a delicious friction. I was already horny, and I used the mindset of it keeping my mind off of my full bladder to keep going. I lost count how many times I edged, but it was at least 30 by the time class was over.

Now, I was torn between going to the bathroom or forcing myself to hold until she got home, which would be in about an hour from that point. Walking out of the building, I passed by a bathroom, which only increased my urge. Making a split decision, I rush inside…only to see all of the stalls out of order.

I grabbed myself with both hands, trying to not lose it right then and there. Desperate, I prop myself up against the wall and slip a hand in my pants, rapidly playing with myself. If I had tried to run to the other bathroom, I almost definitely would’ve wet myself, and my car was closer.

Halfway to an edge, my girlfriend called me. I answered the phone, my voice husky and breathless. “H-hello?”

She sounded breathless as well, but out of exhaustion. “Hey, baby. Just letting you know that I’ll be home soon, okay? In about 45 minutes. I just have to finish up a couple more things.”

“O-okay…” Part of me was tempted to cum right then and there, to get her flustered in public. I didn’t, however, and simply brought myself to another edge.

She did notice the sounds, however. “Are you okay? You sound a bit…off.”

“I’m g-good, went for a r-run,” I stammer, another edge following through.

In case you’re wondering what edging is, it’s the practice of bringing yourself close to orgasm without falling over it. You come down from the high, and then you get close to it again. Rinse, repeat.

She paused, but went along with it. “Okay. I’ll see you soon, gotta go!” With that, she hung up. Shortly after, I removed my hand, licking up my own juices. I caress my bladder bulge, enjoying how firm and round it is. Finally, I get to my car and drive home.

By the time I get home, the peaked arousal wore off a bit, the desperation peeking through. I rush inside, ignoring the bathroom, and make my way to the bedroom, quickly changing into the clothes I mentioned earlier. Climbing into bed, I prepare myself.

Laying in bed, I keep my legs crossed while I feel myself up, slightly grinding into the air. I slipped my hands under the bra, playing with my nipples to make them hard as diamond.

The closer it got to her getting home, the more desperate I got. By the time I heard the front door click, I had a hand in between my legs, rocking side to side on the bed. “Baby! Where are you?” she called out.

She found me in the bedroom, alternating between holding myself and rubbing my clit. Her expression goes from shocked to sheer, utter horniness. She climbed on top of me, pausing when she saw my full bladder. She gingerly placed her hand on it and whispered, “You were holding it this entire time for me?”

I nodded, closing my legs and crossing them under her. “I haven’t gone since last night.”

I could’ve sworn her eyes were gonna pop out of her head. “It’s after one, and you haven’t gone since yesterday??”

I nod, snaking a hand between us to my crotch as well. The more she talked about it, the more I realized how much I’ve been holding. A few seconds later, I had a massive sense of urgency wash over me, and I honestly felt like I was gonna lose it. I tried to get up, but she held my legs down and sat on top of them.

I moaned, twisting my hips around to make up for my legs being kept down. “I don’t think I can hold it until later,” I admit, my free hand beginning to shake. “I didn’t realize it was that bad until now.”

“You can hold it,” she said huskily, leaning forward into me. She kissed me, moving around to slip my shorts off of my body. Her knuckles brush against my bladder, causing me to shiver. Slowly, she moves down, trailing hot kisses on my neck and collarbone. She pulls my shirt up to latch onto a nipple, making it hard.

I wanted to tease her, but there was no way I could focus enough to do that. She bit down hard, and the sudden spark of pleasure caused me to leak. I moaned and wiggled my hips more, saying to my girlfriend, “Losing it, losing it…”

“Just a bit longer…” I could tell that there was no way in hell of telling her I was about to pee; she was too far into it to let me go even if I was on the verge of wetting. I stopped trying, however I needed something to help take the edge off. So, I maneuvered myself so that I could wrap my legs around hers, grinding against it.

She stopped moving for a bit and let me rock against her, shoving a hand down her pants and rubbing her own clit while using her free one to caress my bladder. Watching her only increased my horniness…which increased my desperation.

Of course, I started to forget English again. A hard leak shot out of me when she hit a particular sensitive spot on my bladder, shouting, “No puedo esperar, por favor dejame ir al baño.” I can’t wait, please let me go to the bathroom.

She didn’t bother to listen; the damn leak hitting her leg turned her on more. She rubbed herself a bit longer before she moved away, tearing her pants down. I took advantage of the newfound freedom and held myself tightly, moaning loudly. She reached on the tabletop next to us…and pulled out our wand. Fuck.

The wand almost always makes me cum quickly, and as you guys might’ve picked up on, I can’t hold it once I cum. I simply just can’t, especially if it’s a strong orgasm. My girlfriend climbs back onto the bed, and positions herself…right over my face. I can feel the wand pressing against my clit, and shortly there’s a soft buzzing going on. “You’ll cum when I do,” she says.

Naturally, I start licking and sucking. I start leaking every few seconds because of the wand, as well as edging a lot faster than normal. Each edge in return caused another leak, and I end up sitting on top of a decently soaked portion of the bed.

After a few minutes, She starts grinding against my tongue, indicating that she’s getting close. The moment she falls off the edge, she turns the wand onto its highest setting, pushing me over the edge as well…as well as breaking the already broken dam. I cum, hard. The force of the stream is so strong that it actually manages to trickle off the bed and onto the floor.

So, remember how I said that I have tons of stories? Well, here’s one.

So, this story is me in marching band. A bit of info: tall dark-skinned girl, with curly hair that reached my shoulders and was often pulled into a puff ball. Tomboy, always wearing sweats/jeans and flannel. On this typical day however, I was not the person in dire need for a toilet. My friend was.

Let’s call her Angie. Tiny Hispanic girl without a lick of an accent unless speaking Spanish. She had long, curly/wavy hair, brown eyes, glasses, and barely stood past 5’0” at this point in time. Average body, she wasn’t overweight but wasn’t skinny either. Just a bit of pudgy belly that’s honestly adorable.

A bit more information about her: Angie typically, by some ungodly reason can go an entire school day without so much as a glance at a bathroom. I would know, I’ve known her for 7 years and she’s only urgently needed one about 6 or 7 times. So, to see her desperate is a godsend.

So, for this story, we were in high school. I’ll add that we’re both instrumentalists and thus played in our school’s marching band, her playing the clarinet while I played the trumpet. We typically did a football game for our high school varsity team once a week, while almost every week we had a competition. Then there were “double-headers”, where we would have both a football game and a competition in one day.

On this day, reporting time was 9am in the morning. Me being the good friend that I am, I call Angie and asked if she wants a coffee, because I’m on my way getting one. She said yes, got her a large. Got to school and she finishes it within ten minutes. No big deal, it was expected. We all arrive and go through today’s agenda: away football game in 2 hours, leave during halftime, arrive at competition, get home by midnight.

Not really surprised, honestly I expect it. Buses get there at 12:30, so we have a bit of time in between after a couple run-throughs. We get food, with her buying an iced tea and a water to wash the sugar out of her mouth. Both the water and tea are gone within an hour, and by the time we’re scheduled to leave we camp out in front of the school, waiting for the buses to arrive.

Did I mention that it’s incredibly hot on this day? Did I also mention how shitty the band uniforms are? Our uniforms are thick enough to trap heat inside in the summer, yet not thick enough to act as insulation in the winter. The band parents pass out water to all of us, Angie grabbing a couple.

Finally, the buses arrive. The school is roughly about a half hour away, and I sit with Angie. Normal conversation, nothing out of the ordinary. It’s at the tail end of the bus ride that I notice her a bit tenser than usual, wincing when zipping up the band uniform (they don’t stretch at all; sitting down in them is a pain because it typically just cuts into your body). “Are you okay?” I asked.

She blushed a bit. “I’m fine.”

I left it at that. Didn’t pry, didn’t ask. We finished changing and after the bus stopped, got off and heading to the game. For away games, we perform before the game unless a special request is made (such as the away team not having a marching band or some sort of halftime show), so we were asked to fill in for them. We warm up and get on the bleachers, not really allowed to play because we’re using the show as our warmup for the competition later that night.

I sit with Angie, and she’s quiet. A lot more than usual. She’s also a lot tenser than earlier, not saying anything and simply keeping to herself. “Are you sure everything’s okay?” I ask.

Allow me to describe the field. It’s fucking huge and a bit of a ways away from the high school, so there’s concession stands and bathroom (read: port-o-potties) on both sides. Today just so happens to be this high school’s Senior Day, so it’s packed with families and whatnot. She’s sweating bullets so, in concern and curiosity, I ask her, “Do you need something to drink?”

She stiffens immediately and vigorously shakes her head before stammering, “No! I mean, I…I’m good. I had a bit of water earlier when we first sat down.”

No, she didn’t. She hadn’t had anything since the bus ride, and I know the large coffee, iced tea, water bottle, and two smaller bottles of water earlier were starting to go through her. So, I decide to be a bit of a bitch and ask, “I had a lot to drink, I’m gonna head to the bathroom. Do you need to go?”

I can’t even begin to tell you how many emotions went through her eyes when I said that, and that right there told me that her bladder was, if not full, at the very least filling up enough to be of mild concern. Part of her wanted to say yes, while the other wanted to stay put. Guess what side won out?

“I’m fine. I don’t need to go.” Lies, but I left it there and went to the bathroom. Admittedly, if she had gone one of us would’ve been shit out of luck because I left to go pee around the middle of the first quarter, and the marching band leaves during the middle of the second quarter to warm up and prepare to march onto the field. I get back right as we are packing up to head onto the track surrounding the field, and Angie looks worse for wear. Typically, she’s a lot more hyper, but right now she’s quiet as hell and keeping to herself.

As we’re walking onto the field the band parents are handing us cups of water to drink before we go onto the field (right now it’s about 85 degrees, or roughly 29 in Celsius) and they won’t let us go until we finish it, so we do. Angie takes hers like it’s a damn shot and chucks the cup in the trash before putting on a face, marching to her section.

So, from that point we’re simply warming up, playing parts of the show, etc. About two minutes left on the scoreboard we stand on the track, waiting for the players to be done with the first half so we can perform. We march on in a block, with it going by grade: seniors, juniors, etc. Angie’s standing next to me, and she’s fidgeting. It looks more like her being impatient, but to the trained eye it’s clear she’s feeling full. She’s shifting from foot to foot just a tad while fiddling with her clarinet.

Finally, we perform, and let me tell you, our show this year had a TON of kneeling, running, etc. Keep in mind earlier I said how our uniforms don’t stretch, so the material digs into your skin. The show is eight minutes long, and after we perform we march off to load the buses immediately and to use the bathroom when we get to the next high school. We get on the bus, and drive to the next school.

Now, this ride is about 45 minutes long. Angie is clearly fidgety; she’s rocking back and forth and has her hands somewhat in her lap. I ask her again if she’s okay and she insists that she is. Then we hit a hard, hard bump and she gasps out loud before clawing at her uniform, saying she’s hot and wants a bit of fresh air before we march again. Okay, fair, I don’t pry.

Halfway there, re run into traffic. She’s being way too obvious at this point, and I simply watch in silence while increasingly growing turned on. We get there an hour later, having barely enough time to get ready to perform. We’re told that we’ll use the bathrooms after, which is not going to end well; we’re the third to last band, so we can’t wander too far because the second band just gets to the sidelines while the last band performs. We quickly put our instruments away and the vast majority of kids haul ass to the bathrooms or getting food. Angie and I are captains, so we straggle behind to make sure everything’s okay with our respective sections. All five of the kids in her section hands her their clarinet so that they can rush to the bathroom (she’s known for never needing the bathroom, so they just assumed), and she’s squirming like hell. Her legs are crossed and she just can’t seep to get comfortable. By this point in time, it’d be stupid to rush to the bathroom because everybody is already in line, so she’d have no chance in getting in one until after the awards.

Finally, everybody comes back. Her section takes their instruments from her, and the second they do I notice her frantically unzip her uniform (it’s two layers, a jacket over an overall-type pants that zip up in the front) and sighing in relief. It’s still warm out, so the band parents once again hand out cups, and she once again chugs it.

Boring part of it is sitting through awards. She sat near family so I didn’t really get a good look at her, but the awards lasted for about 75 minutes before we closed (about 16 bands performed, and there were a lot of awards and scores such as best drumline, best color guard, etc.), so we ended roughly on schedule (we got to the football game before around 1ish, the game started at 2, we performed at 4:30, left at 5:15, got stuck in traffic until 7:30, performed at 8:10ish, last band performed at 10:15, awards started at 10:45, and ran until midnight).

I finally meet up with Angie who’s looking entirely too anxious to leave. “I’m hungry,” she says to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the crowd. “Can we get food?”

I know why she wants to go. The bathrooms are right next to the concessions. Luckily, we need to leave right away because it’s so late, so the band parents had already brought food for us to eat. We grab food and drinks and board the bus again. Of course, people are being asses and using chairs as tables for plates so there are less seats. I let Angie sit in my lap as we sit by the window.

In order for both of us to be comfortable I basically wrap my arms around her so that she stays steady, which means putting pressure on her bladder. The moment I do this she winces and crosses her legs tightly (by this point we’re out of uniform, both of us in shorts and a t-shirt). I say nothing for the most part.

About five minutes in, she gets a phone call with her parents asking me to take her home. Sure, I don’t mind. We’re gonna get home after 1 in the morning, so I didn’t mind in the slightest. But that meant waitng even longer, because I typically help unpack everything, and that takes about twenty minutes.

Anyway, another few minutes pass and she begins to tremble on and off. There’s times she’s still yet tense, other times she’s squirming like fuck. She slips a bit after a bump, and I naturally tense my arms to catch her. I push a decent amount on her bladder, and she gasps loudly while grabbing herself.

“Are you sure you’re fine?” I ask. “It looks like you need to…”

“Don’t say anything,” she cuts me off as she rips her hands away. “I’m…fine…” this is said while she’s tense as fuck and rocking back and forth in my lap.

I shrug, smirking. “Do you mind handing me my water, then?”

Of course, that fucks with her hard. She grabs it out of my bag and moans, “Oh, fuck,” from feeling the condensation, tossing it onto the seat next to us. She grabs herself again and wheezes, “Fuck, I need to pee damn it!”

Finally! With her saying it she finally gives in, whimpering while rocking her hips back and forth. She’s grinding into me pretty hard, rubbing against me every so often to work me up pretty damn good. “How much time left before we get to the school?” she whispers.

“About a half hour left.”

That only seems to make her need to go more, as she clutches herself. I sit there, not knowing what to say until a few moments later she goes, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, grabs my hand and places it over her crotch, pressing her hands over mine while grinding into it.

Cue me overwhelmingly horny and turned on beyond belief at this point. I’d never thought I’d see the day where Angie’s dying for a piss, yet here she is, grinding into my hand while sitting in my lap. Unconsciously, I begin massaging her with the palm of my hand while relishing the sight in front of me.

Allow me to tell you how the hell we didn’t get caught. It was dark as hell inside the bus, and we were near the very back. Plus, the majority of kids were already knocked out from exhaustion. We’d only get caught if someone heard or was looking for it.

Here we are, with her grinding into my moving hand when I feel a spurt against my fingers. She moans and curls into a ball, rocking her hips harder. “Help, please,” she pleads.

Well, she asked.

Instantly I pull her against me even more and tilt her head to mine, kissing her. At first she’s understandably shocked to hell and back, but after a desperate grunt she kisses back. I rub my hand faster against her, making sure to get enough friction through her shorts.

I move from her lips and begin kissing her neck, urging her to keep quiet. She grabs at my legs and cocks her head to the side to give me more access, biting her lip. Did I ever mention that she’s bi, and we’ve had a crush on each other for the longest time? At this point we’ve had unresolved sexual tension like you wouldn’t believe, hence this situation happening like it did.

Anyway, after a lot of heavy petting I decide to risk it and slip my hand underneath her shorts into her slick folds, rubbing her clit while putting a bit of pressure on her bladder to see how she responds. She shivers and grinds harder into my hand, whispering words in Spanish. “Si bebe, no te atrevas a parar.” So, I keep going.

I never fully bring her over the edge because I don’t want her to cum and accidentally lose it, plus it’s just too good to be true for me and I don’t want it to end. By the time we get back to the school she’s leaked a couple more times and can’t keep a hand from between her legs, whether it’s mine or hers. I help pack everything away, with her standing to the side squirming and shuffling around.

I rush a bit and finish five minutes early, hurrying her to the car. Angie lives about ten minutes from the school so it’s not horrible, but right then and there it felt way too short. So, I stop for gas. It’s at this point that she’s on the verge of tears and is frantic as fuck in the car; both hands between her legs, legs moving back and forth, constant crossing and re-crossing, whimpers and moans, and so on. By the time I pull off she gasps again, louder than ever. “I can’t hold it, I’m gonna go, I’m gonna pee!” she whines, looking around as if there’s something she can go in.

“You better not piss in my car,” I warn.

She moans again and rips her shorts down, as if to squat down. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I growl. She finally lifts her shorts back up and continue holding it in, but now I hear steady, sharp leaks. By the time I get her to her house she’s so full it’s insane. She steps out of the car, makes it two steps and the damn bursts. She moans loudly it concerns me, until I notice the HUGE mess. A puddle already is forming, and she looks so relieved.

Hi hello, I’m back with another story already! I’m amazed at how well-received my first story was, so I’m bringing Angie back with an encounter that happened roughly a year after this.

I’ll introduce myself again: tall and dark skinned, curly hair, average build. Tomboy, yadda, yadda. The star of the show is Angie, so I’ll provide a lot more detail about her. Tiny little Hispanic, 5’0”, brown wavy/curly hair that reaches her shoulders, brown eyes, glasses, and a bit of a belly that’s barely noticeable. I remember this day so vividly, it’s insane. She was wearing bright red pajama pants with snowmen on them and a black shirt.

Now, with this story, I’m sure the gamers will enjoy a tad. She had just gotten the Nintendo Switch, and after a week of figuring out when we’re both free we decide that I’m gonna spend the weekend over her house and try out the Switch as well (I’m a sucker for party games and racing games, haha). She just got Splatoon 2 and, being a big, big fan of the first game wants to play the fuck out of it with her friends.

I get to her house about noon, taking my place next to her in the living room on the couch. A bit of info on her house: they all live only on one floor and enter in the back door, since their cars are parked in the driveway near it. When you walk in the door, to the right is the parents room, the left is the kitchen, and the next room after that is the living room, separated into two halves. In the first half there is a small hallway with three doors: Angie’s room, the bathroom, and her brother’s room.

We’re in the first half while her father is in the second half, playing on his own Switch. We play a bit of 1-2-Switch and Breath of the Wild, and Mario Kart 8 before she immerses herself in Splatoon, after a couple of hours. I relax in my spot, playing on my phone while she’s busy.

I glance up at one point and I just catch her eyes flicking from my general direction. She’s sitting to my left, and where I’m sitting I’m about 15 feet from the bathroom, sitting almost directly in front of it. I shrug it off and return to my phone.

“Mind getting me a soda?” she asks me. “I’m a bit busy right now; my friends won’t let me leave the matches because Blob’s team keeps winning.”

Yes, one of her friends went by Blob. I don’t know why, I don’t ask why. Anyway, I grab a few cans, getting one for myself as well. I plop the rest down in front of her, noticing a couple empty cans already…actually, it’s a lot. “How long have you been playing this game?” I ask.

She shrugs. “Before you got here, I was up since 7 just exploring. I didn’t wanna sleep, so I had the soda.”

No wonder a 12 pack was already gone despite her parents just getting it. Nonetheless after one battle she opens a can and chugs it within moments, shifting her weight a bit.

Wait, shifting her weight? Sure enough, I glance up again and she seems a bit tenser now, talking to her friends. “Do you guys mind if I leave for a bit?” she says to her friends.

I hear all of them groan, with one whining, “But they’re still winning and you’re our best line of defense! Can’t you stay for a bit longer?”

Of course, she does. Somehow, this Blob guy has a damn good team, because an hour passes without Angie’s team winning at all. By this point, she’s sitting on her heel and rocking a bit, all but two cans of soda left in front of her.

She tries again, “Guys, I really need to leave…”

“Why? What’s so urgent? I thought you were free this weekend!” one friend complains. “And you promised earlier you’d be here until we win!”

She gives in, “Oh, fine. I…I just might be a bit quiet, okay?”

I perked up hearing that, curious as to why. In between matches, Angie’s hands seem to need to be occupied, going from running over her clothes to fiddling with the controls on the controller.

Now, here where it gets good.

I had a bit to drink all day, so I excuse myself to the bathroom. I hear her whimper as she nods, half-distracted by the game. I get to the bathroom and quickly use it, returning two minutes later to see the match ending, Blob’s team winning again.

As I round the corner of the couch I see Angie rip her hands away from her lap, curling up into herself as a hand rests protectively on her lower stomach. “You okay?”

She nods, almost too quickly. “I’m good. Just a bit tired.” She says this while rocking a bit back and forth and looking guilty.

Nonetheless, I don’t pry. I take my seat again and go back to my cellphone. Her friends start up another battle, and she’s focused yet clearly distracted; halfway into the battle she climbs to her feet, shifting from foot to foot.

I’ll describe the game to those that have no idea what the hell it is: long story short, it’s a world where you’re a humanoid version of a squid, and your enemies are octopuses. You’re given a ride range of weapons, and you’re able to train using them. In battle mode, you’re able to fight against a team, random or otherwise, to see who can cover the most ground (ex: red vs. blue). Also, how they get around quickly is by basically swimming in the trail of ink they leave, which leaves a familiar…sound when they do.

Anyway, she’s on her feet now, fidgeting and whatnot. “Guys, after this match I’m gonna go for two minutes,” she tells them.

Again, they all groan. “But Blob’s gonna win again!” “Come on, Angie! We need you for another round!” “Don’t leave! The match is gonna start up again!”

I can’t even describe the look on her face as she debated skipping this one battle, but eventually she grins and bears it. Each time her character has to move she groans, rubbing her legs together.

Finally, the battle ends. The moment the time runs out she mutes her phone, groaning as loudly as she can with her father being twenty feet away (the TV we were on blocked him from our view and vice versa, but he could still hear everything). Immediately she slips a hand between her legs, squirming and whispering, “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!”

I roll my eyes. “Ya know, you could just go to the bathroom. What’s the harm of one battle being missed?”

Apparently, I said something offensive because she looks at me like I told her that her mom just jumped off a cliff. “It’s unfair to them, plus I really wanna beat Blob,” she says. “We’re so close to beating him, I’ll be able to go soon. Besides, it’s not that bad yet.”

I nearly choke on my own spit. “Angie, you’re standing in front of me squirming and holding yourself while the screen loads. Are you sure it’s not that bad?”

She nods. Well, I think, might as well have a bit of fun out of this. “I think it is. Matter of fact, I’ll finish off your soda for you.”

Instantly she stops squirming and moves her hand away, grabbing the soda and inhaling its contents. “Like I said, I’m fine,” she confirms with a smirk, finally sitting down again.

I back off again and pretend to be on my phone, actually watching her over the screen. She struggles again during this battle, barely talking and crossing her legs a lot. There’s times she slips in between English and Spanish or no words at all, and it’s honestly hot.

Of course, in this battle they didn’t beat Blob’s team again. She throws down the controllers in frustration, glancing at the bathroom. She shakes her head and looks at me pleadingly.

I laugh. “What, are you gonna ask for my help again?”

She blushes and nods no. “No! I was just gonna…ask you to get me another soda? Yeah, that’s it. I’m thirsty.”

I know damn well she’s not, but I’m not complaining. I grab a couple more sodas and give them to her. She looks almost pitiful, biting her lip as she opens the can and taking a few sips at it. “Besides,” she continues, “how would you even help me?”

I give her an incredulous look. Did…did she forget the bus ride?

This continues for about another 45 minutes, by the end of it she’s trembling and biting her shirt to keep from making any noise. She’s constantly switching between standing and sitting, as well as having to keep quiet in order to not let her friends onto it. Finally, towards the end of this battle she decides fuck it, she needs to go.

She doesn’t notice her father making his way to the bathroom, however.

He takes forever in there, taking his sweet ass time in the bathroom and whatnot. What would take five minutes takes him about two hours, no joke. As the game ends she drops the controllers and rushes to the bathroom, shoving a hand down her pajama pants. “Oh, Dad, can you hurry?” she begs.

He just got in there, as he says. It’s true. She whines and goes back to the living room, holding herself tightly. I still say nothing as she stares at me, trying to make her mouth work. Finally, she asks, “Um…can you help me?”

“Hm? I thought you didn’t need to go that badly,” I tease.

She whimpers again, shuffling from foot to foot and overall being antsy. “Please! I don’t wanna lose it out here…”

“Well first, be a good girl and finish your soda,” I smirk. After a bit of complaining she does, chugging it. Immediately after she sits in my lap, grinding herself against me. As if I already wasn’t turned on.

Knowing how long her dad would take I slowly plan out my way to “help” her, yet also wanting to explore her body a bit more. I’ve never really taken the time to map her body; I’ve only been intimate with her twice before, and both times it was frantic, in-the-moment. As she plays the game I run my hands over her body, feeling her grow warmer from my touch.

It’s a fantasy of mine to have someone try to play a video game while being played with, so I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. I slip my hands under her shirt, pleasantly surprised to find no bra. With one hand I take a nipple between my fingers, rolling and pinching it, while the other cups her boob and massages it.

Angie sighs, struggling to not make any noise. I pepper the back of her neck with kisses and, after leaving a mark on her, decide to be a bit eviler. Her legs are wrapped around mine…so I simply open them, also opening her legs.

“Fuck!” she shouts, immediately closing her legs. She can’t pause the game so she can’t say anything, offering a lame excuse for the shout while grinding against me even harder. I leave her chest alone and slip her pants down a bit, tracing circles on her thighs.

I play a heavy game of teasing, circling her clit through her panties and tracing her thighs. He whimpers become full on pants as she starts humping the air, trying to find something to feel friction against.

“Por favor, tócame,” she pleads. Please, touch me. I chuckle, bringing my fingers up slowly and simply resting a finger over her clit. Immediately she begins grinding against it, biting down on her shirt to not moan loudly.

Of course, they lose again. She mutes herself to her friends and moans, wanting more. “You’ll have to beg for it,” I smirk.

She groans. “Please, I need it. I really do, I’m so full and I can’t take it, I…” she cuts herself off as she jams a hand there again, rubbing herself through her pants. “Fuck, please!”

I finally rub her clit, at first making prolonged, slow strokes. It has her panting again, silently begging for more. I steadily speed up, rubbing her faster and faster until she gets to the edge. My other hand is feeling her bladder, surprised by how full it truly is.

“You were such a good girl,” I compliment, massaging her pussy and letting the wetness drip off my fingers. “You deserve such a good reward for holding it this long, don’t you?”

Moaning, she nods. “Please…No puedo sostenerlo…”

Did I ever mention how hot it is for her to switch to Spanish? Gets me going every damn time.

I still don’t let her cum, scared of her wetting in my lap. However, it’s getting too tempting to not have that happen; now in between matches she has her head tilted back, rolling her hips into my fingers as she cups her own boobs and plays with them.

“Please,” she begs again. “I can’t…fuck!” She brings a hand down, covering mine with hers as I feel a spurt escape, wetting my fingers.

“Can’t hold it?” I tease. She shakes her head as another spurt escapes. She mutes her friends and lets out another moan, making my hand move faster against her.

“Please,” she begs a third time. “I need it…”

Now, if you think the girl you’ve had a crush on for the longest time and gets desperate while sitting in your lap isn’t hot, I don’t know what is. Bonus points for getting to touch her like this.

She plays another battle and I decide here and then that she’ll cum. I rub her clit hard, hearing her fight to not make any noise. Eventually she can’t hide it completely and whispers little words of encouragement, panting when she climbs the edge. Finally she cums, instantly after releasing her bladder all over me.

I keep rubbing her and find a spot on her neck, biting hard while finding a hardened nipple and twisting it. She cums again, the piss inside of her flowing into my lap and under us on the couch. She finally signs out of the game and sits there, completely spent.

Of course, her father choses that time to emerge from the bathroom. “Feel better?” I smirk.

“I didn’t…I just…” she’s speechless. “…Wow…”

“I know,” I shush her. “Trust me, I know.”

She takes a bit longer to empty than last time, soaking the both of us: her pajama pants are soaked through while my pants are partially wet in the front, my ass sitting in a puddle. We sneakily hide the mess by finding a towel to mop up the puddle and then turning the cushion over.

I'm walking back home on evening, it's sunset but the air is still warm from a hot day.

In summer I always wear very short shorts, often men's swimsuit bottom. They would be so easy to just push aside, and I could empty my poor, aching bladder. No, it's bad, I can't pee outside, but on the other hand I'm still far from home, and as minutes pass I'm less and less sure I'd be able to make it home.

I can't wet myself here! My shorts are black, but I also wear sneakers and socks, I don't want to ruin them and smell like piss in public.

As I walk I start to panic, my need to pee invading my brain. I'm so full, I'm gonna have an accident! The idea of finding somewhere to piss seems more and more appealing.

I start looking for a secluded corner, but find none. Too small, too exposed, someone would see me pathetically piss on the ground like a dog.

I finally find an empty bench near the river, hidden by a few trees. My heart thumps in my chest, this is my luck! I nearly lose control at the idea of finally letting go of the unbearable pressure. I feel tear filling my eyes : it hurts, I can't hold it!

I sit on the bench, still unsure if I'm really doing it. Someone could still see me from the bridge. I squirm, my heart racing. I finally move my hand and grab the crotch of my shorts with my panties, and pull them to the side. A short and strong stream of piss immediately burst out, hissing loudly ; one more second and I would have wet myself!

I instantly stop, clenching my muscles. God, I'm doing it, I can't believe it. After letting out a little, it burns even more, I bite my lip and my big clit twitch. I relax and let out another long jet of pee. This time I can't stop it, it feels too good. The hissing, the sound of it hitting the bench, then the ground, it's so loud, anyone could hear! The smell is strong, piss mixed with the smell of my sweaty pussy, my head begins to spin.

Maybe that's why I don't hear the two men coming from behind me until the very last second. I jump when I hear them and let go of my shorts before I even manage to cut the stream. Warm piss soak my panties for a second, before I manage to stop. My heart is pounding, if they notice what I was doing I'm fucked.

They start talking as they come closer, but I don't understand, frozen by fear. I hear "alone", "puddle", "slut". They're too close, they'd smell it!

When a big hand grabs my shoulders, I let out a gasp and a new gush of piss in my shorts. They pin my wrists to the bench, I squirm and whine but I can't move. The second man face me and kick my legs open.

"I told you! This little bitch was trying to sneak a piss here like a fucking dog. Hold him, I'll teach him how good boys behave."

I blush madly, trying to close my legs, too aware of the state of my panties. He can't see how wet I already am! My bladder is still aching, begging to empty.

"What a big puddle you've made already! You must have been really desperate, we could hear you pant from the street."

He lifts my shirt and graze his hand towards my waistband. My breath become erratic, no! He can't go lower, he'll know I've wet myself!

Too late. His fingers have reach between my legs, as my nipples start to grow hard from his touch. He gently run his fingers on the wet fabric, tracing the outline of the small wet spot.

"Oh, look like he couldn't wait! You believe this? Not only he piss in public, but he can't even make it in time! And do you smell that? It's not only his gross piss, it smells like a bitch in heat here."

I feel like I'd die of shame, heart pounding in my head. His fingers stroke my hard clit through the fabric. My need become unbearable.

"God, such a pathetic whine, he's so needy."

He pulls my shorts to the side, and without warning slides a thick finger inside me. I gasp and cry, letting out a big spurt of pee.

"Look like we interrupted him!" he laughs. "No need to cry baby, I'll help you relax and empty."

His finger slowly thrust in my wet pussy, while he thumbs at my clit. I bite back a moan, uncontrolably letting out a stream of piss. I feel it soak my shorts, I hear it hissing and hitting the fabric. I'm ruining my clothes, I'm pissing myself, why don't him get my panties out of the way?

"Like this baby, I know you want it, I bet it hurts to keep it inside, uh? You can't help it, soiling yourself, that's why untamed dogs like you do."

I cry again as he crooks his fingers. At this point I'm too hot, I'm panting, I don't have any control over the spurts of piss soaking my shorts. It splash on my thighs, it pools under my ass, and the thrusting movement make it squirt everywhere.

I cum crying, fear and panic only making me piss harder. My pussy clenches endlessly around his fingers, while spurts of piss mix with slick.

"Wow, that's really a big pee, you ruined your pretty panties. Let's make sure there's nothing more left."

He keeps fingering my oversensitive pussy as I squirm frantically. In no time, I cum a second time, moaning loudly. This time, what squirts out is a clear liquid, splashing all over his hand. My orgasm feels endless, waves and waves of liquid squirting, splashing on the ground at my feet.

I fall limp on the bench, panting, my ears ringing. He's still gently tracing circles on my clit. I can hear the last drops of my piss hitting the ground.

"Did you see? Poor boy had so much in him, good thing we helped him. That's what good people do when they meet this kind of bitch."

He pats my pussy, put my shirt back on and make me stand. He adjust my sopping wet shorts around me.

Hey, guys!

You might think it’s the original, but nope! It’s Angie for once, haha. I’m the one writing. First off, thank you guys so much for all the positive feedback! We didn’t expect everybody to be so amazing and to like the stories so quickly, and we really appreciate it.

Second, do you know how sucky it is to hear a story from her point of view when I’m the one desperate?

Now, as you guys know that typically I don’t get desperate. Well, ever since I found out that she’s into this, I get desperate at least twice a day, no kidding. My amazing girlfriend loves to ply me with numerous drinks and get me worked up and desperate. Don’t worry, there’s days we don’t do anything so my poor, overworked bladder gets a rest.

Also, I’m fucking dying for a piss right now but she won’t let me go until I post this because I nagged her to let me write something. Can’t be sloppy, but damn it’s hard to focus.

Let’s see if her writing skills she’s taught me have been put to good use, shall we?

For the new/lazy readers, here’s my info: I’m a tiny Hispanic girl with olive skin and wavy brown hair that goes barely past my shoulders. My body right now is a lot slimmer than it was, but at this point in time I was more on the average side of things, about 125 pounds while being 5 feet tall (I’ve grown about half an inch since then!) Here, I was wearing skintight jeans, a white tank top and sneakers. Here, in this story this is the first time I realized she was into this.

(I know it was said that the next post will be her choir story, but that’s for HER post, not mine. :P)

Now, before her, I never knew that this was an actual kink. I never heard of the name, noticed it, or anything. Yes, I noticed that when I got desperate she was slightly more invested in me, but I never put two and two together until this situation.

As most of you know, we were in band in high school. Now we’re college students, and this happened last May (roughly 6 months ago at the point of this writing). We had our trip for marching band in Disney World, and typically our schedules were hectic and busy; we’d get up at 6:30 or 7 in the morning and be out until at least 10 at night. Typically, the day would be this: wake up, have breakfast, travel to park for something involving the band, split up and do our own thing, meet up between 4-6, either stay in park or go to another park, meet up for another band thing, then meet up at apartments for room keys, curfew, sleep. For 5 days. Just, damn it was so busy, you’d barely get a moment to breathe it felt like.

Anyway, this was day 4 of our trip, the last day before we head to Universal Studios and then back home. The morning was a free-for-all; we could choose whatever park we wanted to go to until we met up for a light show in Epcot. She wanted to go to Animal Kingdom, and I wanted to go to Downtown Disney (Disney Springs?) for that building full of video games, so we compromised; Animal Kingdom for the first half, Downtown Disney for the second half.

First off, let me tell you that my 3 roommates didn’t bother to wake me up at first. We got up at 7 and were supposed to be at breakfast at 8, and I got up at 7:49 while they all were dressed and getting ready to head out. “What the fuck, guys? Couldn’t wake me up?” I shouted as I scrambled out of bed and threw on my black shorts, green t-shirt and sneakers.

They all shrugged. One answered, “We tried. You’re a stubborn ass that refuses to get out of a bed until you have to.”

I blushed, she was right. Unless I have to get up, I don’t. And that means waiting until the last possible moment (hint, hint). I brushed my teeth and hair and hurried after them, getting to the cafeteria by 7:59.

I see her sitting with our friends, already having breakfast. I grab my own breakfast, pancakes with fruit and orange juice, and sit with them. We all eat, and I stupidly take the rest of her drink, which is also juice. “Are you ready to go?” she asked, getting the trash together and throwing it out.

“Give me a sec.” I finish the juice and get up, grabbing the bag I brought with me while she grabs my hand and leads us to the buses in front of the resorts (we stayed in the Music Resort, duh). There was already a long line and half of our band was heading there, so we ran to it and claimed our spot.

We just so happened to be standing behind my parents, who tagged along to the trip. “Angelica, remember to drink a lot today,” my mom said. “It’s supposed to be really hot today.”

Oh, I didn’t think going to Orlando, Florida in the middle of May would be blistering hot. Nonetheless, she gave me two bottles of water and had me drink half of one before she was satisfied enough to go back to talking to my dad. My stomach felt a bit full from all the liquids, and it hit me that I never used the bathroom that morning. Usually in the morning I need to go pretty decently, and me plying myself of juice and water definitely didn’t help.

Apparently I subconsciously started squeezing her hand, because she noticed that I was getting tense. “You okay?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m…just excited!”

Keep in mind I didn’t know of this being a kink. I didn’t know that she knew at that moment I needed to go. She only nodded and started conversation with me, mainly our plans today.

We stood there for roughly 20 minutes because of the long line and the bus only fitting so many people, so we had to wait for the second bus. When we got on the bus I immediately felt it hit me even more because of the AC-they keep it cold as fuck in there. I sat next to her and crossed my legs, ignoring my bladder’s urges for the time being. “Where are we going first?” I asked her.

“I want to go to that Everest coaster. The line gets long as fuck around noon, and it’s a little after 10 now.”

Fair enough. After we’re done discussing our plans I simply play around on my phone until we get there. Jeez, the lines to get IN are long. We take about 20 more minutes to get into the park before finally getting past everything. Before I can say or do anything she grabs my hand, leading me to the coaster.

Now, I’ve been to Disney multiple times and I can tell you the shortest ways to get from point A to B, but she wasn’t having it. We get to the ride, and the line is about a half hour. No problem, not nearly as long as it could’ve been. We get in line and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Right before we get into the part of the line where it shows you relics involving the Yeti, there’s commotion about a little boy that needs to use the bathroom, but we all know that you can’t leave the line or else you’ll lose your spot. After a few minutes of back and forth with the mother, the little boy turns around, pulls his pants down and pees right there on the side of the queue for about a minute. I didn’t see it, but I could hear it and it reminded me of how badly I needed to go. I cross my legs and bounce a little.

She gave me a look but didn’t say anything.

The mom left the line with the boy, probably to beat his ass. Even with them gone I still heard the sound of him peeing, and it was torture. Two glasses of juice and half a water bottle was starting to catch up. I rubbed my stomach and whimpered, bending over a bit. We’d definitely make a trip to the bathroom after this ride, I promised myself.

Of course, my plans never happened.

Finally, we got close to the front of the line. I climbed in the seat next to her. We rode, got off and went into the gift shop. While looking around, I had a hand between my legs. “Hey, love?” I said as we prepared to leave. “Do you mind if we stop by-”

“Hey guys!” Fuck. It was our friends. I grin and bear it while talking to them, squeezing her hand as a form of distraction.

“Let’s say we head over to the water rapids?”

Water? My bladder ached at that. “Oh yeah, I forgot there’s a rapids here,” she said, sounding…happy? “Angie, do you wanna go?”

Not like I could refuse. It was 1 against 6. “Sure,” I shrugged. “But can we stop-”

“The line gets pretty long, so we’d have to hurry,” one said. Fuck.

Cue us rushing to get in line, since the ride is across the fucking park. By the time we stop running I’m out of breath, and thirsty. I used logic that we’ll be able to get to a bathroom after this ride and chugged the rest of the first bottle.

As we get closer to the front, I started hearing the sounds of rushing water, as well as seeing people get off while soaking wet and dripping. Now I’m holding my bag in front of me, trying to discreetly hold myself. My bladder felt like a rock at this point, and now I was gonna sit in a raft full of water while getting thrown around and splashed. Just the thought of that prompted a leak, causing me to gasp.

She heard me, of course. “Angie, what’s wrong?”

I ripped my hand away, forcing a grin. “Nothing, it’s just hot as fuck.”

Her lips quivered, as if trying to fight a grin. “Well, don’t you have water?”

…Fuck. I grab my water and take a healthy sip to satisfy her. She grabbed my hand again, which I took advantage of by squeezing. But now I couldn’t hold myself.

After a bit we got close to the ride, and I could really hear the water rushing. I couldn’t help but grab myself, thinking nobody’s looking. She glanced at me and I tore my hand away again, shaking it in the air (I don’t know if anybody else does that, but if I need to go and I can’t grab myself I shake them in the air) and clenching it into a fist. At this particular moment my bladder decided to throb, making me bend over a bit and squirm even more.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you? Why are you moving like this?”

Every fiber of my being wanted to run out of line and to the nearest bathroom, but pride was still an overwhelming factor. I wanted to prove to myself that I could wait long enough, that I could tell my bladder that I could hold it long enough. “I’m fine, I promise,” I said to her. In order to prove it I stood up straight, relaxing my body long enough to seem fine.

She stared at me for a long, long time. I could feel my resolve waning with each passing second, and I wanted nothing more but to put my hand between my legs again. Finally she turned around, talking to our friends. I sighed in relief and grabbed myself. Now, I started feeling some sort of heat building between my legs, but I was too desperate to acknowledge it.

Finally, after waiting a fucking lifetime we get on the ride. I tried to find the driest seat but couldn’t, sitting in a puddle of water. The liquid on my skin made me leak again and I could see myself losing it entirely. Somehow I pull it together for the ride, focusing on keeping dry (well, for the most part), and somehow I do. However, towards the end of the ride, I managed to go the majority of it without getting splashed. Of course with my stupid luck, I do. Right in my lap. The feeling of water so damn close to my body made me leak a lot, and I cross my legs while sneaking a grab as I inspect the damage. Thank fuck my shorts were black.

Finally we got off the ride and I couldn’t stand up straight. I was hunched over, unable to stand still at all while my hands shook in the air. We said goodbye to our friends as we planned on heading to Downtown Disney before we had to go back to the resort.

I said nothing, letting her lead me to the buses. We had to take a bus to another resort before heading to the springs. The entire time on the first bus I was quiet, focusing on not pissing myself. My bladder felt unbearably full, and I felt like I was gonna lose it at any moment now. I couldn’t grab myself because she was watching me intently, so I didn’t want to give anything away.

We got off the bus at the resort. We were the only ones there, and there was a fucking waterfall near us. I sat down on a bench while she stood, checking the times for buses. I take the time to grab myself and cross my legs, moaning. All I could think about was how full I felt and how badly I needed to go. I seriously doubted my ability to hold it until we got to the video game building; I had a shaky yet constant leak going by this point.

“You need to pee, don’t you?” That startled the fuck out of me and made me leak even more. I whined and managed to cut it off, looking up at her. Now I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to, she caught me. I nod and moan again, curling into a ball.

She bit her lip and took a seat next to me, looking around. Nobody was there. “Let me help,” she offered.

At this point I wanted to just let go, damn what happened. But she was so willing, I just let her. She started kissing me and immediately put her hand between my legs, nudging mine to the side. Her arm wrapped around my body to pull me closer, and I felt one leg slip in between mine.

After a bit of feeling around I felt her other hand feel my bladder before pressing down, hard. I groaned while trying to throw my hand down again, but she swatted it away. I tried to close my legs but hers wouldn’t let me, so I was reduced to shaking my hands again while grinding against her hand. The other one strayed over my bladder as I squirmed. She watched the entire time, breathing heavily.

Weird. Why was she so turned on all of a sudden?

Wait. Wait a fucking moment…she was watching me all day, meaning she might’ve known that I had to go since the damn resort hours ago. She made me drink water a few times, and now she was so turned on I couldn’t believe it. Then there was the time at my house when she made me drink again and had me sit in her lap, and didn’t get disgusted when I wet myself and her. And then there was that competition…

After the wave died down a bit I gave her a look. “You’re…you’re turned on by seeing me need to pee, aren’t you?” I asked.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights, blushing. She looked away, nodding.

I laughed. I couldn’t believe it. “What’s so funny?” she asked, frowning.

“You could’ve just asked me to hold it for you,” I purred, teasing her despite my own situation. “We could’ve planned this out instead of me almost wetting myself multiple times today.”

And now she looked surprised. “Really? You…you don’t mind?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but another wave hit my bladder as a huge spurt leaked out. I squirmed and took advantage of her surprise, pushing her hand away and grabbing myself with my own. “Discuss later, I’m gonna lose it,” I told her. It was no use, there was no way in hell I could hold it.

She looked around again. “Stand up.” I did, feeling even more desperate as my bladder shifted. She pulled my already soaked shorts down and pushed me onto the bench. “Go.”

Despite me really, really needing to go I couldn’t. My nerves were sky-high, and I was worried that I’d get caught. She took notice and put her hand in between my legs again, rubbing my clit while kissing a sensitive spot on my neck. A steady leak came out, but nothing more. Her other hand reached around and, out of fucking nowhere, put all of its weight on my bladder.

That broke the dam. Pee gushed out of me at a surprising rate, splattering on the ground in front of us. I moan loudly, using a hand to cover my mouth. She was still rubbing my clit, and I quickly feel an orgasm building. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” I warned her.

“As you wish.” She took her thumb and jammed it against my clit, causing me to unravel. I came, still pissing hard. I swore I saw stars behind my eyes, unable to be quiet at all. My orgasm stopped before I was done peeing, and she merely stared in awe.

After about two minutes it finally died down. The puddle was dribbling towards the street, and we sat about 7 feet from the curb. She shuffled around a bit, clearly turned on by everything. I could only pant, feeling heavily relieved. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you later,” I promised.

A devilish grin appeared on her face as I said that. “Well, you did drink a lot, didn’t you?”

Hi and hello, I'm here!

I show up at the very end of the party, with some drinks, after watching through the window the whole time, hahaha. Thanks to everyone who posted, I've never followed something like this before, but I liked it. I've also never written a piss fic before so we'll say that's why it took so long to cook this up, okay?

Anyway, for this buzzer-beater hat-trick here's a story for @cozysickfics prompts of Day 8: Discrete pee, Day 9: Peeing in a dressing room, and Day 10: In fancy attire, with a side of Alternate 1: Zipper was stuck.

Finding a dress for the holiday party was the last stop of the day for Priscilla. She was grateful to soon be at home in her pajamas, but even more grateful that this store seemed to have the perfect silky blue gown in her size. The caffeine she was running on from her cups of tea throughout the day was fading fast, so just a quick stop to the dressing rooms to try it out, and then she’d be done.

The store was even nicer than the ones she would frequent with its grand architecture, multi-level and maze-like. But with the company card in hand, and express permission to “get something nice” for the gathering, she wasn’t going to look this gift horse in the mouth.  

Finally finding the dressing rooms she saw they were spacious too. Each one had a small leather bench, carpet, and a full length mirror, like a fully enclosed boudoir. She could see how girlfriends could hang out and chat, among other things, while they tried on outfits in here. And just outside the small rooms in the common space there was a multi-angle mirror accompanied with a few windows to let you see how any outfit would look in natural light if it was earlier in the day. 

She stepped down to a room near the end, even though it seemed like she might be the only one in here as closing time neared. She was going to be fast about it though, so she didn't worry about overstaying her welcome. Just this and hopefully a quick trip to the toilets, though she failed to see where one was earlier as it was probably tucked around some odd corner she missed. 

Hanging up her items, she stripped and cast her clothes over onto the leather bench. She tried not to think about her bladder, but as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror in only her underwear it was a bit harder to ignore the evident swelling contrasting her otherwise lithe body. It was fine though, she'd be able to relieve herself soon enough. 

She managed to slip the dress on with ease, but when she began to zip up the garment the urgency of her situation began to come into sharp focus. A small groan escaped her as she realized the increasing pressure on her overfilled abdomen with every inch she tried to zip up. 

Then you start to suck, I let out little moans and wriggle my hips trying to get away. I'm about to pee, and the more you suck and lick at my pee hole the more I can feel a spurt building up ready to shoot out at any second. But you grab my hips pulling me back into place, not letting me desperately squirm or move away to stop what's about to happen.