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  1. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    This is a request from Kay1997!

    © King of Fighters

  2. Geist

    helltaker cerberus

    Being a singular soul with three bodies can have its downsides, especially when the house only has one litter box; the third body never makes it......
  3. Hello, I thought I'd try another bathroom line situation, this one is similar to one I tried before, but I didn't do it in the interactive section. In this hypothetical scenario (which may or may not be realistic), it can be assumed that you get at most one emergency restroom pass and one unexcused tardy per class per semester, but that you've probably used that up for similar reasons earlier. Other than those rare exceptions, your middle school or high school has a bathroom policy that does not allow students to use the restroom during class time, and they are to use the facilities between classes. You have 50 minute class periods, with 5 minutes between classes, but you are not really allowed to be late either, because if you are late twice or more to the same class within a semester, you get detention, in school suspension, or Saturday school depending on how excessive it is. First unexcused tardy (per class, per semester) is a warning, second and third is 30 minute classroom detention each time, and the fourth is a one-hour office detention. So you can’t be late, but you’re also not allowed to use the restroom during class. For boys, this might not be a huge problem very often, but for girls, this has the potential to be a real problem because since you can't use the restroom during class, many people try to go between classes, creating a possibly long line, and somebody is going to end up being late. (Don't worry about covid-19 protocols, because this is assumed not to be a problem, but they should still wash and dry their hands). In this scenario, it can be assumed that there are three sets of restrooms in the school, and each restroom has three stalls per girls bathroom (actually, one has five stalls, but that's not the bathroom involved in this scenario). Overall, the school has around 900 students. In particular, there is a tall, skinny, blonde girl named Elizabeth who is a 14 year old freshman. She feels a slight urge to pee in the middle of second hour, but has to wait until the end of the period. By the end of the period, she kinds of needs to go and sees a line of at least three. So she decides to head to her locker instead to get books for her next 2 or 3 classes and hope that she can hold it through the next period. About 10 minutes into third period, she really feels the need to go, and asks 2 or 3 times during the class if she can go to the restroom and the teacher says “No bathroom breaks, you should have gone between classes”. So she waits it out until the end of the period, and as soon as the bell rings for class to end she heads downstairs to her next class and down the hallway on the other side to get to the nearest restroom located close to her next classroom. She has already used up her emergency restroom passes for the semester for this particular class for prior situations like this, and also have one unexcused tardy for this class. This particular restroom has 3 toilets, and she gets there within about 2 minutes so she has about 3 minutes to use the restroom and get to class on time, and she is extremely desperate to pee (on a scale of 1 to 10, about a 9.5) and about ready to pee her pants and certainly cannot wait another hour this time. She also can’t afford to be late to her next class either, and can’t use the restroom during class. However, when she gets into this restroom, she sees that all 3 stalls are occupied and there is a line of at 6 girls ahead of her (I could have said 8 or 9 girls ahead of her, but I think 6 is enough to make the situation uncomfortable for her) that also look extremely desperate and could pee their pants any second. Not long after that, two or three more desperate girls get in line behind her. It will almost certainly take each girl a minimum of one minute to pee. For those wondering about the current girls in the stall, they exit their respective stalls in 20 second increments, starting at the 2:20 mark for the first girl, 2:40 mark for the second girl, and 3:00 mark for the last girl, so just after the 3 minute mark, there are still 3 girls ahead of Elizabeth in line. So my question is, how realistic is this scenario (depending on the nation, and what is going on in those nations with covid-19 protocols, maybe, or maybe not)? But assuming it is realistic, what should Elizabeth and the other desperate girls do in this situation? A) Wait it out and be late B) Ask if you can cut in line because you are desperate (the answer will probably be no) C) Head to the boys bathroom, since there usually is no line there (no guarantee this will work) D) Head to another girls bathroom with a shorter line (probably won't work because there isn't enough time to walk back and forth) E) Pee in the sink F) Pull your pants and pee on the floor G) Pee in the trash can H) Pee in a water bottle (if you have one) I) Pee your pants while waiting in line J) Head to class without peeing, and pee your pants at some point during that next class K) Pee on a desk or chair (or the floor) in your next class L) Miraculously wait in line, pee, and still get to class on time (not gonna happen) M) Miraculously make it through the next class without peeing herself or anything else (not going to happen) N) Other (please list in the comments) As a bonus, what is is the first or second thought Elizabeth has in her mind when she sees the long bathroom line between classes? Edit: For those who are interested, these are the other girls involved in that bathroom line at the 2:00 mark are as follows: 1) Angie (desperation of 8 out of 10) 2) Brandy (desperation of 8.5 out of 10) 3) Courtney (desperation of 9 out of 10) 4) Danielle (desperation of 9 out of 10) 5) Stephanie (desperation of 9.5 out of 10) 6) Tiffany (desperation of 9.5 out of 10) 7) Elizabeth (desperation of 9.5 out of 10) 8 ) Jennifer (desperation of 9.5 out of 10) 9) Jessica (desperation of 9.5 out of 10) 10). Laura (desperation of 9.5 out of 10) Also, these all assume pee desperation. No #2 scenarios are involved because that makes it too complicated.
  4. The artwork was of some girls waiting in a line - all of them desperate. One of them (the one at the end) has red-hair. The art used to be on a subreddit but is now gone. Does anyone have the art?
  5. From the album: Ithinkitsdivine's Pony Potty Prevention Series!

    When you have thousands of children, it’s a good idea to invest in more than one bathroom.
  6. Geist

    stuck in line

    Only 4 more people heartless/desperate enough to witness her bending over squirming and crying, with no intention to let her cut in line, something intersting might be happening out of frame
  7. Hello all, been awhile eh? Well, now flipping through an old photo album, I remembered two, non diaper, based omomemories from when I was younger. The first will be the main core of the post. The second consider a little Pee S....yes that pun was bad. But anyway, this occured in preschool at the YMCA. On occasion, we'd have story time, the usual sit on a rug dealio while the teacher reads a book like say, The Cat in the Hat to us. Well, it was shortly after the story, I don't recall which it was, started that I felt the need to Pee came over me. While I normally would have just gone, considering I was diaper less (I had changed out of the one I had brought shortly before, had a quesadilla for breakfast and all), and was i close proximity with the other students, I was hesitant. Either someone would hear me peeing, or a puddle would form and either be smellable or grow to the point, someone would feel it, and then look towards me or the like. I remember crossing my legs, trying to think of dry thoughts, on distract myself from my urge with the storybook. The story lasted a few minutes, five tops. I remember squirming, not too noticeable, but I was, and letting out a few droplets every now and again to ease pressure. As soon as the Tale ended, I quickly asked the teacher, "Mrs. Teacher, I gotta pee pee. Can I go potty?" She said yes, and I dashed off. I knew I likely wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom, so I just peed my pants as I ran. Thankfully I was used to peeing while moving, and my pants were a dark blue color. The mini story happened once sometime after. I remember I had gone into the bathroom during a class bathroom break. Not yet comfortable with the bathrooms there, I simply stood in front of the toilet (I didn't know what a urinal was then), peed my pants, washed my hands, then left
  8. Peafowl

    Line

    From the album: Peafowl's OC's

  9. Hi. Recently, I've been interested in a certain type of story, the simple line story: A group of girls, an occupied bathroom, and the surrounding drama that follows. It's not complex, but I've been wanting to write one of these for a while, so here goes nothing. Also.. Homage to Rick Dixon, I guess, as he's been one of my favorite writers on here recently. I think my goal here is to flesh out such a story to the maximum capability, so this will be pretty long (and this will be only the first part). I haven't written long-form in a while, so I hope y'all like it. End of the Line: PART 1: "200 miles away. North or South." Last month, once college had finished and our final test had been inputted, a group of friends and I decided that it would be the perfect time to fulfill a promise that we made to ourselves when we were Freshman-- a glorified, down-to-earth, Americana laced road-trip. As we depressed from the laborious Finals week, our attention turned to packing bags, booking hotels, and generalizing directions for what we called a "trip of a lifetime". In fairness, this statement was hyperbole, it was a standard road-trip, New York-to-California, and then back again with gusto and general tourist spirit. But for the four of us, the trip beyond the cramped settlement that is New York to the open land would be refreshing. It was the second day, and the four of us were situated comfortably into a moderately sized SUV, cozying up with the reclining seats, with all the accompanying entertainment being the empty roads and the cell phones that clinged onto the smallest bits of signals before being shut down to the rest of the world. It was boring, and as the sun began to close down on the warm afternoon, we had decided to grab a quick bite to eat (rather than nourishment from the endless foray of packed snacks, as Goldfish cannot sustain forever). At the smallest bit of civilization, the driver pulled into an old-school diner, with a glowing white-and-silver exterior with shining embezzlement and neon signs, all cascading with the smell of pancakes and coffee to impress the craving passengers. We were immune to the aesthetic, and the smells, and the four of us entered into the near-empty restaurant. "Hi y'all, welcome to End of the Line. It'll be four?" The waitress greeted, she was an older women with caked-on makeup upon a wrinkled face and a pony-tail that oft represented someone below her age, still she bounced around with energy, charisma, and a Midwestern charm. After the long day of travelling, our group could only do with a nod, and immediately she piloted us to a large table, glistening, surrounded by strange music memorabilia. "Now, do y'all need anything?" "We'll have waters." I started, which caused a slight grimace on the face of the waitress, what's up with that? I thought. Either way, she smiled at me and assured the group that she would return with said waters. Across from me, one of the members of the group peered around the room with a slight urgency. To her left, she peered, above my head, she shook her head, and then to her right, she smiled and stood up, causing our heads to turn. "I'll be right back." Hanna, the standing girl, told the group, as she walked off to a slight crevice in the diner, the bathrooms... of course. I thought to myself, as it had been a long day for all of us. Hanna was the owner of the SUV, and with that came the responsibility of driving that lumbering vehicle across the country, of course Mark, Felicity, or myself would all have been willing to drive as well, but Hanna was stubborn, and willingly beared the responsibility. Today, she woke up in a hotel room, and by 9:00 she was behind the wheel, and continued to do so with only minimal stops for 8 hours. She was strong, and stubborn, but as she now stood in the crevice, knees slightly bent, acknowledging the occupied single-toilet room in front of her, I could tell she was nearing her breaking point, and shamefully, I became fascinated. "What about you, Felicity?" Mark asked with a candidness that impressed me. Felicity was to my right, and my eyes turned from Hanna at the door to Felicity as the questioning began. It was fair, as like Hanna, Felicity had gone eight hours without any form of relief. We had made two stops, one at 1:00, where we filled the car with gas and grabbed a bite to eat from a gas station, but when the topic of the bathroom brought up, we were presented with an out of order sign. We continued onward, though, until around 3:00, where Marks bladder had expanded too far, and he requsted a reprieve on the side of the road. There, Mark and I both relieved ourselves as the girls diverted their eyes, we offered to do the same for them, but neither obliged, as it would have been obscene. Now, Hanna was waiting for the toilet to open, obviously in some discomfort, and Felicity simply sat, not wanting to cause a scene. "Oh--- I'm fine.... No need to get up there until Hanna's done." Fair enough, though Felicity acknowledged her need. Underneath the table, I could tell that Felicity had crossed legs, and a protruding bladder that could be seen through the outline of her sundress, sometimes she would bite her lips, but she remained calm. I pretended the read the menus as I watched both girls, Hanna casually gazing at her phone, legs crossed as the door remained locked, and Felicity, who read the menu herself with discomfort-- I was blessed to be friends with such beautiful girls. Felicity was pristine, a sort of controlled beauty with pale skin, golden-blonde hair and a good body, all masking someone who was intelligent and thoughtful, all of which forced me to have romantic feelings that I never could control. Hanna on the other hand, was much more of a friend (as I had known her since we were children), she was skinny, with long legs and curly brown hair, she was more down-to earth, in a blouse, jean skirt, and boots that matched her perfect, still I could tell she was incredibly pretty, and even as friends I enjoyed watching her ponder the still-locked door. Those doors have been locked for a while, I thought as the waitress appeared with our drinks. Casually, she looked over to Hanna with a face that resembled empathy, did she know something I didn't? Hanna looked back at us as well, slightly confused, and certainly annoyed, her legs bent inward to the slightest degree and a right leg that couldn't sit still. Quietly, she squeezed on her thigh, trying to focus on her phone. Five minutes later, and as Hanna began to stare longingly at the closed door, and Felicity began to place her left hand down near crotch, giving occasional squeezes to her cramping urethra, the door opened with the sound of a bell ringing, and a family coming through the doors. There were four of them, and as the ordered off the menu, I took note of the family, a overworked Mother and Father, a young boy, and a women who seem disinterested with her parents conversation. The women was annoyed and flustered, dressed in tight jean-shorts, a blue t-shirt, and with dyed blonde hair with a punk aesthetic. She was probably 17-19, with a surprisingly large chest, and with a personality that drew ire from (what I assumed was) her family. Picking up the families conversation, I listened closely. "Come on, Darlene, you're being ridiculous." The Mother lambasted, Darlene must've been the women's name. "Just shut up! I'm fine!" "Darlene's gonna pee her pants." The boy said with a sing-song mocking tone, immediately my ears perked up. "Darlene's gonna pee--" "No I'm not! Shut up!" Darlene nearly screamed, she was slouched into her chair, exposing enough of her middrift to see a slight rise near her lower belly. She probably was caught in the same predicament, a long drive without a toilet and too much decency to pee into the side of the road. As I listened, I caught Felicity averting her ears, she seemed in pain, as if the conversation reminded her about her own needs. Hanna continued to play on her phone, but the expression on her face was worsening. "I don't use public bathrooms, they're gross!" Darlene continued. "Well, we are not stopping until the hotel, so it's either now or midnight." The father continued, all with forceful certainty. Darlene rolled her eyes at him, adjusting her Daisy-Duke which showed a little more of her inner thighs than I could handle, I tried to stay calm, as these situations were beginning to stack upon each other. "Whatever...... Besides, there's a line for the bathroom already." Darlene nodded off to Hanna, who was by herself, contemplating the door that remained locked. Another five minutes had past when we started to realize that something was off. Hanna was bouncing up and down at this point, rolling her Converses on the tiled floor and constantly biting her lips, she hadn't used the toilet in nearly nine hours at this point and the drinking of sodas and water inside the car was regular. Now, she felt weighted down, sometimes crossed over, even at some points she pondered to the Men's bathroom, but as she pulled ever so slightly she found that the Men's reprieve was locked as well. She remained stuck, and Felicity watched with baited breath, even Darlene made a few glances, she shook ever so slightly (even if she wouldn't be caught dead in a public toilet, a point she iterated many times to her poor parents). "Do you think there are staff bathrooms?" Felicity asked me with shyness, she didn't like being in such a predicament as she twisted the edges of her sundress, her legs deviating from positions, trying to find comfort, but the pain was within. "You could ask." I reminded Felicity, who seemed dissatisfied with her answer, especially since Hanna had already asked. A few minutes ago, when the waitress brought over our meals of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and the likes, Hanna had asked her why exactly the bathrooms were closed. "Oh, they're just occupied." The waitress responded with a uneasy smile, sometimes she would bounce on her black high-heels, she was desperate too, so if there was a staff bathroom, it wasn't being used either. Across the restaurant, Darlene clamped down on her short shorts, giving a slight moan, from my vantage point I could see the slightest trickle of darkness on the indigo, her legs crossed with intensity, just preventing a flood from appearing. "Oh Darlene, you're hurting yourself!" The Mother warned her daughter, whose eyes rang with worry instead of rebel spirit. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh---- Fine!" Darlene stood up and awkwardly jigged to the crevice where the bathroom would be, I wondered how much of the "Uh"'s were a stand in for her pride, as she obviously was losing control. In the crevice, the punk-rock girl stood next to Hanna, comparatively, Darlene was in rougher shape, bent over with one hand permanently pressed down on her failing privates. Hanna was desperate too, but under control, Darlene looked as if she could burst at any moment-- but she did have pride, one that prevented her from losing control. "What's up with the bathrooms?" Darlene spoke to Hanna, who was fine with conversation, anything to get her mind off her swollen bladder. "I don't know, whomever's in there is not coming out." "Have you tried knocking on the door?!" Darlene dramatically asked, shifting hands around her waist-- God, she could explode at any second. Hanna had no response, not sure what the punk-rock girl was alluding too. "Y'know, to see if anyone's in there!" "Oh--- Okay." Hanna nodded and quickly knocked on the door, and almost immediately, a knock back. In some ways, this was the worst case scenario, and both girls knew what this socially meant. If the doors were locked and no one was inside, then there was no reason to wait, the girls could both run to the back and relieve their swollen, oversized bladders, but now that an open toilet was accessible, they had to stay, and just wait. I watched intently, though I saw Felicity look at me, maybe she was wondering why I was so interested. "Um.... Hi?" Hanna spoke to the person on the other side. "You've been in there a while, and there are people here who really need the.... Y'know. Do you think you can come out soon." From the other side, a women's voice, "Just a second". Darlene moaned, shaking her hips around in obvious cramping pain. "I don't have a second! I need to pee now!" Darlene complained, drawing attention to the entire kitchen and her family. I looked over to them, her brother was loving it with a giddy smile, but her parents were worried. Hanna was also worried, but also annoyed, as she swayed around, sometimes kicking up her legs, almost nearing a pace. "I get that you need to go-- So do I-- But you don't have to yell so loud." Hanna talked down to Darlene, who responded to it in spade, bending down and nodding (and surprisingly, not yelling). I get the yelling, I've been in positions where I've almost lost control, but I couldn't imagine Hanna or Felicity liked such a display. Suddenly, I was reminded of Felicity, who rubbed her thighs constantly. "Sorry--- It's just that I haven't gone all day, and I just really need to go." Darlene said in a lower tone. "Literally all day, you see, I have a fear of public bathrooms, so when I woke up at the hotel this morning I just couldn't muster the will to go. I thought that there would be a time that I could piss in the woods, or piss in a bottle, but my parents didn't let me-- and now--- Well, I think if I don't use the toilet soon, I'm going to explode." Hanna (and I) listened to the story. I imagined, the long afternoon drive with confidence, just waiting for an oppurtunity to release your pent up bladder and to be denied relief over and over again. God, I was becoming fascinated, my thoughts became rock hard as I put off the pancakes to appreciate the three girls that were putting on a show. Felicity burrowed herself down, pushing on her nether regions with strength, her pale face beginning to appear beet red. Darlene hadn't relieved her swollen bladder for a long time, and it showed from her pained face, crossed legs, and dancing hips. And then there was Hanna, who stood with her head against the wall, feeling the pain of standing in the same spot for nearly 15 minutes without the door opening. Part of me wished I could escort all three girls out of the diner and to the side of the room, and from there I would watch as they undress, Felicity would pull up her sundress and move her white panties to the side as she would unleash a torrent, Darlene would slide down her short shorts and panties, all trickling down with precious (and loud) relief, and Hanna would cautiously roll down her panties as the stream would appear from underneath her now Commando skirt. But that would be weird, much better for just a fantasy. Instead the girls remained in pain, the door remained locked. But then, the next best thing occurred-- because the entrance opened again, and immediately I was sparked again. "Hi y'all, is it two today?" The waitress asked, she legitimately seemed to be in pain at this point. "Oh no... We were just wondering if we could use your facilities?.. Please." "Oh... Well, they're to your right." On instinct, my head swiveled again to spot two women, both which immediately recognized the uncomfortable line in place, and from their uncomfortable stances, would only be contributing. "Ah, shit... There's a line, Jasmine." The one on the left claimed, she was gaudy and alternative, large-chested with dark-brown skin and long braided hair, dressed in flowing blouse and oddly colored pink skirt which loosely covered her upper thigh. Still, she was bursting, obviously, from head-to-toe, with her legs scrunched up, hand pushing down on her urethra, and a pained expression that could already be seen from the other girls. Next to her, a smaller women with lighter-brown skin, petite frame and short brown hair, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, tom-boyish in nature, and her straight posture carried more of the same. I could have mistaken her for a man if it wasn't for the perky breasts that poked through her yellow v-neck shirt, and the she was pushing on her vagina as well. "There's nowhere else we can go." Immediately, Jasmine and the other women hurried to the line, only increasing the worry of the desperate Felicity, who didn't want to expose her desperation, and remained sitting. I looked to her with a startling worry, and she turned back to me with pain drenching her face, and nearly a tear in her eye. Putting her mind off of it, she finished up her pancakes. It was crazy that the food was done, and for all 20 minutes, Hanna had been standing up there, now it was dificult to spot her in the crevice, with Darlene leaning on the wall, and the two women taking spots as well. Sometimes I would see the head of Hanna, she looked bewildered, completely enamored with her desperation, near the point of crying out. "Erica..." Jasmine spoke, unbuttoning her jeans to relieve the pressure on her expanding bladder, "this is really bad, I'm about to explode." "Me too, honey... Me too." Erica said with sympathy. "We all are." Darlene introduced herself to the two women. "But I've been here for ten minutes, and this girl--" Darlene pointed to Hanna, who tried the men's bathroom for the 20th time and found no success, "she's been here for twenty." "Twenty!" Erica reacted with shock. "Is there a dead body in the toilets or something!?" "We've talked to her, she just won't open the door." Hanna said with complete frustration. "Why don't we barge in, we haven't peed for a day!" Jasmine contextualized the two's shaking and complete desperation, a day? God, these girls were stronger than I could imagine. "We were supposed to go to an Air B&B, but it got cancelled, so we had to stay in our car for the night and even thought we've been dying for a piss for forever, we just couldn't find a place that had a toilet. Until now." "You haven't gone for 24 hours!?" Darlene was amazed, as she was at wits end with only a measly 20 hours to her name. "Something like that-- and--- Oh!!!" Erica moaned, causing a chain response for all the girls to moan. All four girls were dying, and their desperation just couldn't end. Hanna now knelt down next to the bathroom, a few spurts stained the bottom of her light-blue jean skirt, but it was nothing to Darlene, who remained in complete tension and still had a dark spot on her short shorts. Jasmine continued to push down, tears forming in her-- "Bes." And then there was Erica, who pulled on her miniskirt and-- "Bes!" My attention was halted, as suddenly someone was calling for me. It was Felicity, who in the madness I forgot was waging her own war. I looked at her with worry. "Yeah?" "Could you uh---" Awkwardly, she chose words. "Could you help me outside?" "H...Help?" She looked to me with complete agony on her face, and I knew what she meant. I stood up from my meal, and as Mark watched, I helped up Felicity as well. She was really hurting, her face still red, with her hand carefully placed over her crotch, everything swelled and full, but despite it not a single drop on her chair-- she forced herself to hold it, and when she couldn't, she came to me. Holding her hand, I helped the bursting girl out of the diner, not even gaining attention from the other girls, they were already occupied with their own problems. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know-- Just---- Just take me---" Felicity couldn't complete a sentence as I pulled her out. I pushed on the door and allowed her to leave the sight lines. Throughout all of this she hopped along, bursting at every corner, with every step being a careful balance not to lose control of the overflowed load inside of her. I was not aroused, though, I was worried, and with worry I made sure that she reached the side of the building, just as a large humming sound came from the highway. Felicity still looked around, she was bursting, but she could tell that given the correct angle, a passerby could see her, carefully she moved on, pushing down on the abused cloth that made her sundress. "I promise I won't look." I told her as I let go of her hand, she was at the side of the building, nearing the back as I let her by herself. Alone, Felicity danced, a full-on potty dance as if she was a child, looking around to see if it was finally appropriate for her to pull down her panties and unleash the built up storm. I want nothing more to watch, but I promised that I wouldn't, so with pain I turned away. Still I could hear Felicity pull down her panties and moan, and--- It was silent, without any sounds of spashes or moans of relief. After 15 seconds of silence, I was confused. "Is everything alright?" "I.... I can't." She can't?? I thought, thinking of turning around. "What do you mean, you can't." "I.... It's locked, I can't...." Awkardness filled the space between us, as I stood away from her. "Can I turn around?" I asked, wondering what was wrong. "Yeah." I did, and to my surprise there was nothing, no liquid, no piss, but Felicity remained dancing, dying to pee. "I'm just really shy, that's all." She said, blushing. I managed out a smile, could you imagine-- pee shyness for someone so desperate, I couldn't imagine how it felt for Felicity, who was dying, and just couldn't. "I've never been able to pee outside, I just thought since it's so bad that..." She bent over, "I need to wait for a toilet." "Well, that's okay, you'll just wait on line." I said with ignorance, and she smiled at it as if it was a joke. "Yeah, that'll work out good." Felicity pranced back to the diner, still pulling on her sundress, and as the sun began to fade I wished for nothing more to have been able to see the pleasures of Felicity's relief-- but it'll have to wait. Maybe the bathroom was open, whoever was inside is finally out, maybe Hanna can get relief! Either way, I felt the sting of my own bladder, and the peace of the wall. I let go slowly, urinating against the wall, realizing that the strain I felt was nothing compared to those five girls. I smiled at the thought, of how many beautiful bursting bladders had been placed before me as I finished, buttoning my jeans and-- "Shit! Shit! Shit!!!" A loud voice came near at a record pace, and I stopped, as because from the corner the figure of Darlene appeared, blue t-shirt and blue shorts that were so short that they drew my into a frenzy, all along with it a stained bottom where spurts of piss had been coming out of the desperate girls troubled urethra. She bounced her legs up and down with fury as she stopped, and looked at me. And I looked at her. And she looked at me. And I looked at her. And she pissed her pants. Her muscles stopped, and she bent forward, with the strained indigo becoming the only color as the liquid surrounded her lower body. She nearly squealed as I watched her lose complete control, eventually as the urine poured out of her body she attempted to pull down her moist shorts, but the stickiness prevented it, and suddenly she was fully drenched. I could only watch in amazement, and she reacted with horror, all turning into a shocked, saddened face-- she had so much pride, and now it was as if she was a little girl. "I----" She struggled to make a word, still pushing down as the stream stopped. I said nothing, in shock as well. "I--- I really needed to pee." It was known. From behind her, her family appeared as she walked off, embarrassed, without saying a word. Her Mother and Father reprimanded her, "Why didn't you go like we told you to!" Her Father yelled, and Darlene's brother teased her relentlessly. Darlene was going to remember this day for the rest of her life, and so would Erica, Jasmine, Felicity, Hanna, all because someone refused to leave the bathroom. The problem was that there were no public bathrooms from here, for 200 miles, either way. You either peed now, or you would wait, and those who came had no choice. It was the End of the Line. If you didn't pee here, you wouldn't pee anywhere. Carefully, I walked out of the side of the building, through a window I saw Mark and Felicity, both waiting for this nightmare to end. Felicity's hands were tied, and her head was on the table. I also saw the line, now three girls, waiting with urine coming through their eyes. But it was then that I saw something else, something that made it only crazier. In the front of the diner, a school bus-- a school trip-- and unless my eyes deceived me, many girls that weren't peeing anywhere else. END OF PART 1
  10. From the album: OMORASHI Summer Collection

    A blocked zipper and vacationers humiliated. If only she had asked for someone's help or would have let the other girls pass maybe we wouldn't be there....
  11. Hey again! This is another request, from a discord friend in the omo / pee desp community. This one, like my previous story, is an example of a roughly 1000 word commission (I went over again but that's not exactly a bad thing for the customer, just poor business on my part haha!) only this time written in a less detailed style. I'll be offering this cheaper option for commissions - being written in more casual prose and without multiple drafts being done. I'll be announcing these commissions officially once I have finished making some images with all the information, but if you're already interested please private message me to learn more! Thanks everyone for the amazing reception all of these stories have had so far, I'm really enjoying writing for the site! Superstore Squirming - The Urgent Queue! Jess couldn’t stop her right foot from tapping or bouncing on its heel. She hoped no one picked up on that, nor on the little butt wiggles she was doing as she waited, begging the lengthy queue to move faster. She was gripping a sweater she’d pulled off the rack so tightly that her knuckles were white, and every whine and whimper she swallowed seemed to travel directly to her already densely packed piss pouch and start complaining about the cramped conditions within! It was some four hours since she’d arrived at this multi-story maze of a store, six since her morning release, and two since she’d realised that she couldn’t simply anymore. There had already been a faint, pressing urge when she’d entered the store, and by now it was a pulsing, pleading weight between her thighs. Inside her bladder churned the results of a morning coffee, orange juice, three bottles of water, and the overall anxiety of being so utterly lost without any sign of relief. After multiple closed for cleaning signs, Jess was now stuck attempting to supress her squirming in a line of a dozen other women. Her knees knocked together, she glanced around herself nervously, feeling like all eyes must have been on her in her form-hugging tight jeans and low-cut top. They most likely weren’t, of course, but Jess couldn’t shake the paranoia that every twitch and tremble was being judged. She imagined the whispers, the shaking of heads, the casual tutting at the fully grown woman who was potty dancing like a schoolgirl. It was all she could do to keep herself from full-on jiggling and burying both hands into her aching, tightly clenched crotch, but she resigned herself to suffering on. To enduring the waves of pressure as the line inched forward ever so slowly. It wasn’t far now, her salvation was just ahead, the light at the end of this flooded tunnel. A stern wave of urgency crashed down upon her trembling body, and she exhaled heavily, shakily, fanning herself a little with the sweater she still clung to, giving her some vague excuse to even be here. Each burst of need brought her closer to the strike that would crumble her walls of control and cause that terrible, boiling fluid to come hissing out and down her legs. Each call was ever closer than the last - and had been for hours now. As the minutes rolled by, and she shuffled slowly forward, she pictured all those drinks, stewing inside her for about six hours now, churning and shooting downwards against her weakening grip. As much as she valued each step closer to the easing of her pain, those very steps jabbed into like hammers into her overstuffed bladder – which was jutting out painfully against her waistband, and visibly pounding in time with her racing heart. Her eyes had been locked on the floor ahead of her when she’d chanced a glance ahead and saw, with awe, that only two more women remained in front. The sudden knowledge that she was oh so close only caused that next fateful swell of pressure to catch her off-guard. Her bladder contracted sharply, the furious piddle stabbed at her sphincter and broke through, flooding her urethra instantly! Jess’ eyes were wide and unfocused, she gasped and wheezed, she tightened every muscle available until her face burned red with the strain. She still heroically refused to grip herself, instead willing her poor, tormented pussy lips to form a vacuum seal around her piss hole and contain any spurting, yellow trickles that might escape! Her thighs tingled as she pressed them so fiercely together that they began to lose feeling, and she felt lightheaded as she could scarcely breathe without crying out in desperation. Despite her best efforts, she was losing leaks. No strong spurts or sprays, but a constant flow of the tiniest trickles seeping past her labia and tainting her precious panties. Sweat rolled slowly down her face to her cheek, as a dribble of her ponderous load of piss eased from her damp panties and snaked down her inner thigh. The colour drained from her face, and that too flowed downwards to the crushing reservoir between her legs. She was practically sweating piss and all she could hear was the pounding of her throbbing pussy. So focused was she on enduring this hellish wave of so stale urine, that it wasn’t until the store attendant cleared her throat that she realised she had made it to the front of the line! Not wasting a second, she sprinted into the nearest changing room, her floodgates creaking open, she threw the sweater down on the bench and locked the door behind her. Both hands went straight between her legs, and she began to massage and squeeze herself, cooing at herself, dancing on the spot, and gyrating her hips. She thanked god she’d made it, for another moment having to endure without being able to hold herself and squirm would have left her flooding the clothing isle. After the first few minutes in line for the changing rooms she’d started to doubt the decision, perhaps she was better off continuing to search for a restroom than waiting here just for the chance to tackle her urgency head-on, but now she was sure it had been the right decision. Every new floor she’d been to it had taken anywhere between twenty to forty minutes to locate the toilets, and every time they have been inaccessible, or only for the men to use. No doubt if she had tried to keep searching, by this stage she’d either have lost control, or would be on her knees, kneading her groin for everyone in the crowded store to see! Jess leaned on the side of the stall and moaned into her arm, taking one hand away from herself for a moment to fiddle with the button of her jeans. She sucked breath in through clenched teeth and used a thumb to unbutton them, despite the extra pressure this added momentarily, the relief as her rock-hard abdomen popped out was almost orgasmic. Immediately she shoved both hands now into her piss-soaked panties and began to grind her puckering pee-hole against her hands directly. Grunting softly and chewing her bottom lip at the pleasure, the easing of that terrible burden, the distraction from her clenching, gasping, teeth-floating ocean of steaming, hot wastewater. She raised one leg, bringing her thigh to held press her hands still harder against her spasming, forcefully sealed exit. Her shapely rump stuck out strained against her jeans while she leaned forwards and tried to give her heavy mass of pent-up piddle room to stretch and settle down. She thought she might even want to sing it to sleep, like a kicking baby, an overdue case of piss pregnancy that was growing impatient and unruly within. Though she could not hate her burden, only try to make it see reason, to learn patience, to find comfort inside her and to stay there, bottled up and brewing until the hour, or day, she might finally be able to let loose her immense torrent. Jess was floating in bliss, fantasising about the opportunity to let it flow. Still bursting beyond belief, but content now she could finally take the weight off her muscles and shake and bounce her ass as much as her body yearned to. If she never pissed again, it would almost be okay so long as she could remain in this moment of pleasure and pressure control. Then there was a sharp knocking at the door. She remembered that dream could not be. Others needed to use these stalls, to try on clothes maybe, or maybe some needed only to compose themselves against their own personal growing floods. Who was she to deny them of that? Jess steeled herself, closed her eyes tight and gave herself one last, beautiful squeeze, with her hands so tightly clenched that it almost hurt, then she took a deep, trembling breath, and removed both of them at once. She held that breath as she bounced from one foot to the other and yanked up her jeans, sucking in her belly as if that would make any difference with her totally maxed-out bladder sitting like an oversized bowling ball in her gut, and she bit down on her tongue to silence the shriek that may have burst out as the button was fastened. Finally, her jeans secured, zipped up, she danced on the spot and shook her hands, pleading with herself to regain composure, to be strong, to keep holding, to face the rest of this nightmare with grace, as a lady. It would have been a lie to say she felt ready after the brief few moments she had to prepare, but she still opened the changing room door and strode out, head held high, a deep, yellow storm raging in her bladder. Her struggle would continue, but at least she’d had those beautiful minutes of ease, of privacy, and of giving in to the shameful, animal urge to display her desperate plea to piss her woes away. Every step she took jostled her bladder, and she thought with twisted humour that at least that straining organ was so densely packed full, that it was impossible for it to embarrass her by sloshing when she walked. Smirking through the pain, Jess tighten up, wiggled her hips, and held it in. The End...
  12. ***this is a story of a hottie who has to pee at her job, but multiple intersections of misery block her from release, and other beauties as well. Soon, they’re in line. All of this is the fault as well of a devilish perv. I posted this story before and took it down since people thought it was mean....but it’s FICTIONAL. Not real in any way shape or form. The perv in the story making them desperate is just some dummy who no one should be like. But it just fiction. If you don’t want to read this cause you feel it portrays omorashi lovers poorly that’s fine. I don’t care if anyone reads it. But I wrote it. Thanks you Sarah was a gorgeous girl. She worked the checkout line at the super mart that whole summer afternoon. Forced to wear the uncomfortable uniform of a tight blue shirt which showed off her strong body snd strong abdomen, she also wore dark sneakers and tight blue jeans that stretched across her rock hard ass. She downed her third bottle of water after she finished checking out the customer in her line. “Here’s your change. Have a nice day.” She said. She then placed a hand on her belly as she felt a kick inside. Then another. A growing pressure which made her legs squeeze and and bite her lip. Her long string legs crossed with one of her feet tipped on the toes. Sarah had to pee. She turned off her light. Just as she was about to head to the restroom all the way in the back of the store, her supervisor Kira stopped her. “Hey Sarah where you going? Your break isn’t for another ten minutes.” Sarah frowned as her shyness kicked in. She wasn’t someone who like admitting her natural needs to others, and decided just to turn her light back on, in spite of the mass discomfort in her abdomen. It started to pulse like spikes stabbing. “Sorry,” Sarah said. “My bad I um...ten minute right.” And show she went back to work, ringing customers out, having to lift heavy items to scan for elderly customers. All of which added pressure on her dire need. She was very uncomfortable by the time ten minutes were up, and Kira came to tell her to head on break. By then, as Sarah turned off her light and logged out of her register, her legs were tight together causing creases in the jeans, and they squirmed against each other. She walked fast with her arms Tight against her sides and fists made headed for the bathroom. “Oh, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,” she whispered to herself, feeling the urge only worsen as she got closer to her destination for release. Just as she got around the corner, she froze at the sight of the closed for cleaning sign. Outside the women’s room was also Yalinda. A tan woman, in her forties but still had a very hot body. She was thinner but her uniform looks nice snd tight around her body, especially the ass. Instead of jeans though she wore tan light khakis and had her legs crossed as she bounced while leaning against the wall next to the women’s room. Sarah’s knees turned inwards as she tended up. “Have...have you been waiting a while? Is she almost done in there!” Sweat started to form in her head. “I just got here and he told me he just started cleaning a minute ago. I begged him to let me in, I’m dying too. But he’s behind schedule apparently.” That’s when Sarah looked at the men’s room. No sign. She saw Yalinda wasn’t looking and decided to sneak in. As soon as she reached past the sinks, even with an open stall snd beautiful toilet in view, one of her coworkers, the short snd stubby Bobby was washing his face . He noticed Sarah (who he has always been attarscted to). “Oh, Sarah,” he said stunned, but still growing between his legs. His boner popped out seeing her in those jeans in no time. Man, how he would love for her to climb all over him one day. To even keep her clothes on in that tight uniform and just rub against him until his dick blew off its lid and cummed in his underwear. So worth it. “Um...I think,” Sarah, turning red as she hoped the bathroom would be empty, stood still with her legs open a bit. It took everything inside of her to hold on her bursting bladder as she didn’t even want Bobby to know she needed to go. He was a nice guy but still, embarrassing. “Oh, um, I actually just needed....needed...to wash my hands!” Boy that was a mistake . Worst cover ever. As the water hit her hands she squealed snd Bobby noticed. One of her legs kicked back uncontrolled snd she forced it back down. Bobby however knew what was finally going on. An evil smile stretched across his face that he quickly had to wipe off as she Sarah dried her hands and mumbled about her hands being dirty from scanning at the register . No way. This chick had to pee. Bobby was so rock hard knowing she was despite his heart raced as blood pumped into his stiff stone tall dick. “Sorry for the bother,” Sarah said drying off. “I’m just gonna,” But that’s when Bobby jumped in front of the door for her to exit, and blocked her, keeping her trapped in a room making her urgency ten fold worse, feeling like she would burst. Still she kept it together, feeling so much agony and pain inside . “Oh hey glad I caught you actually,” Bobby said. They actually wanted to ask if you could maybe, I mean....like...if you had time,” he purposely stalled the poor girl who tended every muscle to hold it in and seem normal. Her hips started to wave though. “Help me pull out some milk onto the sales floor?” Sarah was confused . She was simply a cashier. This wasn’t her job. “Umm...I mean, I don’t think I have time actually-“ With that, Bobby waved in front of the automatic sinks and set them off. Oh poor poor Sarah. Her eyes widened in terror and bones shook as she watched the sinks pour down the drain, making her think of the liquid inside her that was banging to get out. Her legs tightened together and Bobby could see the little squirms she was trying to avoid . Yalinda who was outside the door still waiting for the women’s room heard the sinks as well, and given her slightly older bladder of the attractive woman, she placed hands deep in her pockets and and stood up straight gasping for relief. Behind her, Shawna, one of the store managers was also waiting. Shawna was 29, older than Sarah by a little but younger than Yalinda. An average height tan woman with long black hair and a body that stood out well in her tight light blue sweater, brown pants, and black flats. Shawna had her arms crossed on her chest stretched over her boobs which hardened from the intensity of the situation. She bounced in place feeling embarrassed as some customers giggled watching her and Yalinda desperate . “I’ll actually see if I can help you out let...let m-m-me just ask the supervisor up front.” Sarah lied, just to avoid more agony. But to her torture she saw that she was now at starring at the end of a small line to the women’s room. Luckily, there four toilets, so getting in should be no issue. “Oh god oh god,” said Jordan, a girl around Sarah age with brown tied up hair and glasses. She was shorter and average height and body. Very thin, but she worked outside loading and got to west Jean shorts which showed off her shiny calf’s. She squirmed to the end of the line and Sarah bit her lip seeing she was now number four to get in. That’s when Bart, the janitor came out of the bathroom. “Sorry ladies. I called the plumber. System back up in there so it a hazard.” All four woman of retail jaws dropped in horror. Their legs twisted and feet slowly started to shift on the floor. Yalinda felt bloated as all hell like she was ready to explode. Shawna started to sweat and bite her lips feeling herself really wanting to leak, but with all her might she held it in! Jordan’s eyes were wide and pupils dilated, completely terrified and in pain. She was in utter distress, almost as much as Sarah. Jordan worked outside and had gushed down a huge water bottle she brought to work. Along with watch the people in the garden area water plants it had made her feel huge spasms in her abdomen. Her hands were in her crotch deep as her legs squires, knees rolling over each other . Her anxiety was on the rise and she was breathing heavy, feeling a painful stab through her back and bladders front that almost made her faint. She tugged her neck up and down to shake it off. “Um,” Sarah said, her legs wobbling together tight. “How....how much longer do you think that’ll be?” “Not sure,” said Bart. “Hour at least. There is the handicap restroom down the hall though.” Bobby however was already ten steps ahead of the attractive ladies . He got behind the corner while they were still starring in agony at the women’s room. As soon as he heard it was out of order, he knew he has to capitalize on their suffering. It was just sooooooooo hot! As Bart went to start cleaning the men’s room after locking the women’s, Bobby went and pushed the lock on the inside of the one person handicap bathroom. He slammed the door shut and checked. Locked. Just then, a fifth associate, Tori, a short girl with dark hair in tight light khakis came around the corner speeding past the other four who then chased her to the handicap. Bobby wasn’t sure where to hide, so he went in the only other door...the mothers room, made for women to go breastfeed their kids. He went in and closed the door up to a crack. No one came in a store to breastfeed anyways. Tori reached the door but wrestled with the locked handle. It just wouldn’t budge. “No no no no no!” She shrieked as everyone else lined in back of her. All five ladies desperate to not have an accident and be humiliated at their jobs. “Please please, as you almost done?” But it was no use. Behind her was Shawna, then Yalinda, then Sarah, then Jordan, all squirming in agony. Bobby watched, his dick so rock hard he couldn’t believe it. If he whacked it against the wall it probably leave a crack. “Oh no,” Tori said bouncing and sweating. “No no NOOOOOOOO!” And abstain started to form in the back of her pants growing wider and wider, her khakis completely darkening and little leaks flowing out of the ends of her legs. Tori bent over to try and stem the flow but it was no use. “Oh my god!” She ran away in embarrassment, leaving a light pee trail that tortured the other women. “Oh godddddd!” Jordan said in so much pain. Crying with her hands rubbing her pussy so hard she almost had an organs and released in her Jean shorts. Her legs kept crosssing over by the knees. As she squirmed back and forth her ass rubbed against Sarah’s. That really set off fireworks in Bobby’s pants, as he slowly and gently stroke his dick to avoid an early orgasm, seeing those two hotties desperate and rubbing their asses on each other made him go crazy. Both girls faced in the opposite direction from each other, knees bent, Sarah with her hands on her legs sweating and bouncing, Jordan with her hands in her crotch and legs crossed, asses rubbing. Shawna slowly knocked on the door as her strength was diminishing. Meanwhile, Yalinda was holding her legs together, thighs tight, and pushing on her crotch . “Ex...excuse me,” the manager said. “Are you almost done? There’s kind of a line out here?” “Will manager Shawna please report to the front desk for customer assistance?” The intercom said. Shawnas eyes couldn’t blink as she couldn’t believe her luck. There was no way she was going to leave this line. She wouldn’t make it soon. She bent over and was at a ninety degree angle as she bounced . Sweat burning her eyes. Each girl sweating as their bladders pulsed. “Manager Shawna to the service desk!” Shawna couldn’t take it . Her lips quivered as this became too much to bare. But she couldn’t move. Her bladder pulsed rapidly as she knew deep down she had to hurry to the front end for her jobs sake. It pulsed even faster and harder, each one feeling like a punch to the stomach she was in complete pain and wanted to scream, keeping her legs tight and shuffling, rubbing her abdomen as her clothes became drenched in sweat and made her nipples pierced out of her shirt as the wetness shrunk it, same with her pants showing off her pussy down the line. So much coffee this morning, so much coffee, and now as the announcement came again, she felt it. “Oh...oh no.” She knocked on the door rapidly. “Hey please please please come on. We’re really gotta go, please!” She was dancing in agony and that’s when her poor bladder could not take anymore. Stretched way past it limits, “no no please!” Pee gushed from her pussy and made her brown pants even darker as it poured all over her feet. She ran from the door and across the hall still in sight of the other three desperate girls who were all sweating snd watching in agony, seeing one of their own have and accident only making their situation worse. “No no!” She screamed, customer watching snd of course laughing, especially perverative guys. Her dark skin became red with embarrassment as she barely held back what was left of the flood which ruined her clothes. A puddle on the floor. She didn’t know what to do and ran. “Oh god!” Said Jordan bouncing uncontrollably. Her bladder was beginning to lose control as well. She whacked her buddy against the brick wall to snap her out of it. But her need only became worse. She rushed ahead of Yalinda and Sarah and wrestle with the door knob and knocked. “Please let me in! Please!!” “Hey I’m next!” Said Yalinda pushing her. “I’m not gonna make it!” “You think I am?!” Yalinda said with her arms spread out, but legs crossed bouncing. Her arms then wrapped around herself and eyes closed fighting off a huge pulse . She shoved Jordan away from the door and knocked . “Come on!” She said in her sexy Spanish accent. Jordan pushed back, and soon their hands were all over each other’s sweaty bodies. Meanwhile Sarah stood behind wishing she had the strength to fight for the toilet too. But she was barely making it. Jordan couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, while holding back her flood with all her might, Yalinda kicked Jordan away and she fell against the wall. Unable to contain the pressure anymore she yelled “fuck this!” And ran back down the hall. The repairmen were working on the bathroom, but Bart was done cleaning almost. She pushed his janitor cart aside and went in, ignoring his pleas, pulling her pants down at the urinal and aiming her ass over it as she released a large stream. A bit embarrassed, but Jordan was just happy she’d be going home with dry pants. Meanwhile, Yalinda and Sarah couldn’t take much more. Bobby on the other hand saw she was so desperate they could try something. He reached out of the door and pulled Yalinda in. He always did want to try this with an older woman. He shut the door. “What are you doing?! She said dancing around. “Giving you a chance to avoid embarrassment.” Bobby said. “You can go the bathroom here.” Yalinda looked around breathing heavy. “Where? This is a mother’s room!” That’s when Bobby pulled himself up against her close, feeling her rock hard full bladder push against his dick. “You go on me. Pee on me.” Yalinda was freaked out. Who was this guy? Where was the Bobby she knew? “Let go!” She tried squirming away. But he held tight. “I already smell like a pig. Pee all over me, and your pants are fine so is your rep. You’ve been working here 20 years. Really want to get so humiliated you can’t come back?” Yalinda didn’t know what to do. She was freaking out. But she had no choice. She puked down her pants and panties and kicked them to the side. Bobby got down on his knees as she lifted her legs exposing herself to him. And within a second she was raining all over him. Pee soaked Bobby from head to toe, completely drenching him. Outside the door Sarah still remained in agony. What was going on? Then another woman rushed down the hall holding her chest. She was around Sarah’s age but shorter, red hair, a little on the heavy side but nice shape. Her breast huge as watermelons though, nipples piercing her black tight shirt. “Please let me in!” She yelled. She had a huge bottle with her. Sarah could see this was a mother, a young mother, just trying to drain the milk from her breasts. There were very tiny white leak lines around her huge nipples. This girl was getting ready to burst! Inside though Yalinda smiled as pee continued to flow out of her and not in her pants. Bobby was in Heaven. Outside Sarah danced around in agony, her legs crossing and uncrossing. The poor woman at the mothers room banged on the door but it was no use. She yelled as her nipples exploded and milk shot right threw her shirt and on the walls. She yelled as milk got everywhere, coming out of her chest and the stream dying down. Sarah meanwhile couldn’t take it anymore, that’s when Bobby got out of the mothers room just in time to see where the noise was from, still hard from seeing Sarah. “Let it go baby,” he whispered warmly to himself. “Let it flow.” Sarah bit her lip, held on with all her might but as pressure pushed onto her abdomen feeling like a rock pushed in, her bladder exploded and peed all over herself. Her pants became drenched and dark and as people starred she wept crying and shaking as a puddle formed around her and the perv feet covered in pee. Poor poor Sarah. She never had a chance . People laughed and pointed and she apologized, feeling embarrassed, eventually running out of the store. When she got home, her boyfriend was disappointed in her wetting, and made her wear....the diaper. Sarah was never able to find another job. The store was her only shot. However, due to the amount of time it took to clean her pee, she was forced to wear the diaper at work too. There she stood everyday, red and humiliated with a big diaper around her tight jeans, tears gently falling from her eyes in defeat. Knowing this was her life. Forever. Her eyes watered. “I....I can’t believe....believe this. Why. Why me?!” Sulking in her misery The end
  13. I know that the norm is usually long lines for females while guys have virtually none, but has anyone ever experienced the other way around? In my middle school, they limited the bathrooms for the males because a lot of guys were misbehaving. During lunch and recess, there was only 1 bathroom for the 60+ boys in our lunch period. I remember several times where I would be bursting in a line of 30+ guys while the girls had no line and went in and out easily.
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    Yoooo someone asked for some international crotch holding wettings so here ya go. I'm not sure which JAV this is from but I think it was posted here before. This is just one of the clips from that compilation (with some re-edits to see all the angles at the same time). Enjoy! And mods, please dont block me if this isn't OK. I read the rules and I think this is fine... but if not just tell me and take down please.
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  15. View File JAV jeans wetting in line (w crotch holding) Yoooo someone asked for some international crotch holding wettings so here ya go. I'm not sure which JAV this is from but I think it was posted here before. This is just one of the clips from that compilation (with some re-edits to see all the angles at the same time). Enjoy! And mods, please dont block me if this isn't OK. I read the rules and I think this is fine... but if not just tell me and take down please. Submitter Hitman Hart Submitted 02/23/2021 Category Female  
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    Here's a JAV sent to me by a friend, it's super hot. It features Japanese school girls waiting in line to use the loo, and one of them doesn't make it. Most of them are in skirts with cute panties. Enjoy, Rachel
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    女子校トイレ前行列中おしっこ漏らし! (2&3) The bathroom line of a girls' school is always so huge! The school girls who endured the whole class had already queued up and totally packed the vicinity of the front of the bathroom. The girl from another class stood in front of me, and the two second-year students behind me were chatting happily. The line did not move at all. "It’s already impossible! I'm gonna leak!" The liquid dripped out bit by bit. My hands pressed against my crotch with my all-out effort. I hadn’t been caught out just yet – but as the water trickled down, we can all hear an increasingly audible noise… “Hey, let’s go to the bathroom upstairs.” The two second-year students left. I chuckled. My entire school life was destroyed from that moment.
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  18. Hi, all! This is my first ever commissioned story and my first foray into fan-work. If you love it and are interested in maybe getting your own commissioned story, please message me on this account or email me at [email protected]. Once there I will explain my system, my do's and don'ts and how to navigate the creation of your story. With that out of the way: Please enjoy this story, which might be the craziest story I have ever written. XLCR - A Marvel Cinematic Universe Line Desperation Story Written By Bes31 Commissioned For Edward65 Fifteen Minutes…. Fifteen Minutes. Carol Danver pondered, watching events unfold through the window of her shabby Brooklyn apartment. She had bought the small place during the blip for those brief moments that the superhero would actually stay on earth, and those times were very short, even shorter where she was compelled to relax at home instead of completing another series of incredible feats. She was hardly home, and today just for fifteen minutes, and even this quarter-of-an-hour was broken by some jackass clipping a poor old lady on the side of the road before driving off. The only thing stopping her was the calculus she put in her head, would she still have time? It must not have mattered that much, as she blasted out the window. There was a point in her life where Carol was normal, not blasting out of windows at mach speed, scanning above ground to the speeding cars that wrung the streets. Many years ago she came too close to Kree tech only for it to change her beyond comprehension, to whatever fantastical form she was now. Crowds of people peered at the flying girl (she wasn’t a regular) as Carol spotted the little red sedan that had done the cruel deed. She rocketed to the ground, and in a bout of histrionics, collided into the hood, folding the engine like an accordion. “WHAT THE FUCK!?” The man driving yelled at the sight to be seen, opening the car door only to fall to the Brooklyn street. Carol did not say a word, instead letting the driver mumble and mutter, she knew she was far more intimidating silent. “Wh...Wh...What do you want!?” “You know you hit a lady, right?” Carol gave him the benefit of the doubt. “No… No,, y...you got the wrong guy. I would nev…. How did you see me?” “8th floor. Rent controlled. Would you believe it?” Carol swooped the man in his arms and disposed of him at the bin, making quick work of the process (fly away from the police station fast enough that you don’t need to sign paperwork and also fly with enough concussive force that the criminal would be on dream street when you get there). It allowed Carol to rocket back to her small Brooklyn apartment. “Seven minutes….” She observed with snide. Though her moral obligation felt fulfilled, she’d spent far too long dealing with the criminal, and she might pay the price. Carol moved away from the clock, and instead turned towards the hardly-used toilets in the studio. She was charmed by it, but needed to turn it away. She didn’t have the time to remove her red bodysuit, or put it on again, and besides she could always wait till the meeting was finished. Still, Carol pondered, there were mountainous urges inside of her, it must have been days since the last time she had gone. “It’ll be fine.” Carol made her case. “I’m a goddamn Superhero, I’ll be fine.” She turned away from the toilets, ignoring any urges that existed within her. And instead adjusted her boy-ish hair in the mirror, straightened out her suit and removed any engine-bits that remained, and rocketed away once again, this time to New Jersey, the Avengers Campus. “It’ll be fine.” She repeated. “I’m a fucking superhero”. But as she would soon find out, no powers could have stopped what came next. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- New Jersey. Avengers HQ (V. 2) A dollop of an orange-red liquid had found itself inspected by multiple eyes, it had a radioactive glisten and smelled like battery acid. Maybe it was battery acid. The display caused Agent Maria Hill to turn away from the liquid. “I think I’ll pass on it.” She admitted as another set of hands poured the remainder of the vial into a convenient shot glass on the table, the oozy orange liquid setting into the cup with ease. The other set of hands belonged to Janet Van Dyne, a tall luscious woman who had hit her prime decades before Maria was born (and still was in it). “It’s probably not that bad.” Janet gave a winking gesture, shaking the shot glass with a swiveling motion. The liquid had a scientific name that could fill up a book, but was commonly referred to XLCR. “A lot of guys say it works like a charm.” “A lot of men.” A third voice made herself known, rested on a seat near the small table hosting the strange liquid. She was much younger than Ms. Hill or Mrs. Van Dyne, the Wakandan princess Shuri, who instead of arriving at the meeting dressed in heroic garb, fitted herself with jeans and a hoodie, “Created by men, tested by men. I’ll stick to tea.” “One drop of this will wake you up faster than all the tea in China.” Janet swirled the shot glass some more before finally swigging it down. It had a horrid taste, acidic and sugary, but Janet put it down without heaving, letting a small smile appear afterwards. “It’s bad though.” She spoke through a grimace. Shuri followed the older lady, pouring down the small vial down her throat with only a pucker. XLCR was a combat formula created to wake up someone during a long battle, to find energy within themselves that they didn’t even know existed. As the ladies who had populated today's large meeting gathered and socialized almost all of them had turned eventually to formula, most taking swigs from placed vials. Most shared in the displeasure but also recognized how their heart started beating faster, their mind raced slightly better, some of the more physical of the ladies even started acting out with a playful fighting game. Even Maria Hill, straight laced and sure footed, eventually took a swig for herself, figuring that she might as well join in on the fun. It was all fun. It was also an extreme diuretic. Which was something that a few of the ladies were starting to feel. For example Janet continued socializing but could feel her bladder begin to swell up, all far much faster than she was used to. Shuri felt the same, but had no time for relief just yet, she was busy socializing. The meeting was an odd occasion, almost every single female hero had been bunched together from all walks, for sure an interesting convention, and for many a chance to catch up with old friends. It was also the unfortunate matter that the most modern brand of costumes did not allow for such quick relief. Take Janet, who draped a stool in the midst of past acquaintances, she was dressed in an armored, nearly skin-tight suit derived of nano-carbon that can adapt to the use of Pym Particles (which made her shrink, she was the Wasp after all) along with long steel wings folded upon her back. She couldn’t get out of this thing with a team of men, let alone in a stall by herself. From that, most female superheroes have trained their bodies to stop all but the most urgent urges, it’d be rare to find a lady in this room who doesn’t have a story of waiting 24 to 30 hours due to a long battle and an uneasy suit. But this story was different, Janet’s bladder was continuing to fill, as were most of the ladies in the room. CRRAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!! Any conversation ceased, as a sonic boom ringed across the meeting. It was Carol, who gave a knowing smile. She had made good time in the flight but still was fashionably late. “Let’s get started!” Maria’s voice cracked as well, Carol catching that the SHIELD leader was a bit more fidgety than usual, but still maintained some composure as the rest of the ladies journeyed to office seats in the outdoor hub. Carol had feared it would be just a meeting, and her fears had been realized. Maybe she could peace out and take a piss, She felt her bladder extend outwards and collide with the tight red suit she wore, making its presence known constantly but evoking little response. The chairs around Carol filled as well, to her right a good friend. “Hello Captain.” “Hello, Scarlet.” Wanda Maximoff smiled back, she was an imposing figure, dressed in all red including some spandex features that were new. She was also imposing in general, if you knew what Wanda was capable of you would run, hide and pray to God you hadn’t pissed her off in some bizarre way. Carol didn’t worry about such nonsense though (that said she wasn’t sure if she was actually old friends with Wanda or if Wanda altered reality to make it so). Wanda had appeared slightly before Carol had, and found herself with one of the glasses of XLCR in her hands, swooshing around the orange liquid. “What’s that?” Carol was the last in the dark. “XLCR. An energy drink made for battle. We’re supposed to try it out today.” Technically it hadn’t been approved for consumption, but bored, the women had begun drinking it. Wanda swigged down hers easily before smiling at Carol. “You sure don’t drink it for the taste.” Carol had noticed some of the other ladies had the drink, and felt compelled to get one herself, even though her bladder remained stingy. It isn’t THAT much more liquid, Captain Marvel figured, she stood up and grabbed a glass of the XLCR as well (a dire mistake). Returning to her seat she noticed a woman she didn’t know sitting a few rows ahead, almost out of time with a pencil work-skirt and stockings taking notes on lined papers. The lady came across distressed, her legs were crossed together, peeking over the sides of her shoulders as if needing to make an escape. Guess I’m not the only one who needs to go, Carol smiled to herself, putting off her inflated bladder as well. Carol had spent many years of her life living alongside the Kree, a race of blue aliens that, without accounting for color, would come across humans: eyes, noses, arms, legs, all marked uncanny resemblance to a human. Their private parts, though, did not; and neither did their bathroom methods. It struck Carol early on that simply ‘taking a piss’ on a Kree planet wasn’t just going to happen, those first few years were marred by endless desperation and brazen searches for relief. Carol luckily chose a more revealing garment in those days, ending above her thigh that could allow her to simply pull the spandex to the side. She didn’t have that opportunity now, but was also trained, those years made her bladder durable and strong, so none of this 24-hour hold nonsense had racked her brain. Little did he know that the XLCR was pumping water so quickly into her bladder that in ten minutes she would hardly be able to walk. It may have already affected Maria though. “Ladies, I uh…” Maria shifted weight around next to a small podium, hardly able to keep her legs still. I went thirty minutes ago, what’s happening? Maria thought, but not allowing any of this sudden desperation to affect the presentation writ large. “As you might have noticed, there are only women at this uh… meeting. It’s not a coincidence.” Maria adjusted her posture to click forward on a slide deck, the logo A-FORCE taking over the sizable screen behind Agent Hill. “At SHIELD we…. Uh… .we believe that there are some issues through the galaxy that are best solved through a… oh god… a woman's touch. This is through all walks of life. Humans, Asgardians. Kree… uh… Other… uh… denominations.” For a second Maria almost seized all-together, collapsing inward into some form of a squatting position, clicking her legs together before standing up-right again. Carol could see that she was mortified, and had a good eye to tell that the SHIELD agent was extremely desperate, and getting worse. “Let me… introduce the team.” “Somethings up with that drink...:” Wanda gave a slight note to Carol’s ear, she had donned a more elaborate dress than usual, with long strands of shining red spandex apparel that folded awkwardly onto the cheap folding chair she laid on. Wanda’s legs were crossed, tapping viciously across her thigh. It was around this point that Carol felt some strains as well, it wasn’t prodding her already full bladder as much as it stinged, breaking her confidence of simply holding until she got home. On the small stage in front of them, Maria had drifted towards the sides, letting a quartet of “lower members” talk for her, draped in SHIELD garb though a little less precise. Agent May began, she was a taller, mature agent with strong-willed features, though she seemed to be bruised as well by sudden desperation. Still she maintained some control better than the pair of brunettes that stood alongside her (Agent Johnson and Agent Simmons, Carol made out their name tags), both nearly danced on the stage, sharing knowing glances between each other as they attempted some posture. The fourth was also in SHIELD wear, though had no look of an agent. Carol believed she was Jane Foster, who she only knew from being Thor’s ex-girlfriend, she was petite and small compared to the fighters, but maintained a steady portrait. Ms. Foster had been inducted into SHIELD after her break-up, and had taken a reconnaissance role, if Carol remembered correctly. Out of the entire bunch, she must’ve been the most normal. It continued like this for a few excruciating minutes around the outdoor area. Each lady's bladder filled quickly and suddenly but none could swallow their pride to actually venture outwards for relief. Some had made strident efforts to hide any form of desperation, two Asgardians poached at the side of the meeting stood forcefully without much more than a lip bite. Valkyrie, a beauty poached in a white jump-suit almost seemed in competition with the other Asgardian, warrior-beauty Lady Sif. Far off she could also spot Natalia Romanoff peeking through, stationed in her usual black jump-suit zipped down just enough to show cleavage, she remained balanced despite her face being much paler than usual. Besides them, everyone else was bursting, and not privately, including Carol-- whose legs were now bent inwards, adjusting in her seat as her bladder began to boil. There was one last problem to be accounted for to explain how this disaster occurred. Avengers HQ was a leading Marvel, created to be the perfect insulation for superhero activity and experimentation; it was to be the place where superheroes were comfortable. The problem is: it was destroyed by Thanos, and the construction of the new Avengers HQ had only just begun, leaving these ladies perched in an unfinished site, some buildings open but many un-built. And, of course, only one bathroom stall. In the entirety of Avengers HQ, there was only ONE toilet, and many many more desperate girls running out of time. It took about three more minutes to begin. Somewhere in between the meeting and the stall was the first lady truly losing control. Shuri, who had been one of the first to drink the strange liquid found herself riled in a desperate haze, ranting and raving as she jogged to the toilet. “Ahh bastard!” The princess curled inwards, her feet bent inside her hand lodged around her crotch, squeezing the denim of the tight jeans she wore. This all felt different, a stinging, encompassing pain and immediate desire to relieve the liquid that was piling up, a desire more intense than any brief encounter with desperation she had experienced prior. Shuri committed to finding that door, and after some hooks and turns had found what ‘seemed’ to be a toilet, at least it had a decorative sign saying “Ladies” next to it. She smiled and approached the door with another seize, relief closer than ever. But as she reached out to grab the handle, she heard a metallic click from behind the door, it had been locked. “Hey! What the?” Shuri bent over at the locked door, knocking incessantly. She needed to get in NOW. “What’s the deal?” “I’m sorry.” A muffled voice came from behind the wooden door. “I couldn’t hold it any longer okay?” “You think I can! Ah--- shit.” Shuri bent forward again, wondering how she was passed. Little did she know that as she made the slow break to the open toilet stall, so did someone else under her feet. Hope Van Dyne had appeared at the meeting with her mother also dressed in her snazzy costume, skin-tight made of hard carbon nano-tubes. Unlike her mother, she arrived desperate, and the pain had only accumulated as the meeting progressed. She broke off, shrinking herself to the size of a wasp so one saw her leave, and as Shuri swooped into the door handle, Hope jogged through the bottom of the door, boosting to full size and locking the door. It was cruel, but it was necessary. Hope felt like she was about to pop, her bladder stabbing against her stomach. She danced around as she navigated the small bathroom; she would have to remove her tight, unruly costume to get sweet relief, but that would prove difficult in tight corridors filled with boiling piss. At least Hope knew it would take time, time she wasn’t sure she had with the Wakandan princess trying to bang down the door, extremely desperate in her own way. She began immediately, attempting to zipper down the navy suit while squeezing down on her urethra with her left hand. At the meeting the suffering truly started to begin. Carol stood from her seat, legs crossed out of habit and analyzed the situation as it grew. There was a consistent hum of groans and the exasperated pleas of suddenly desperate girls. Agent Hill had requested silence though, even if her body could not stop itself from dancing. “We’re almost done.. If I can wait, so can all of you.” She could not wait, and Carol could see the panic setting in her eyes. But still no one got up from their seats, at least as much as Carol could see, she spread her legs forward, almost to stretch out the desperation, but it was only growing. Inside the toilet, the bursting Hope had turned into a manic form, clawing at the zippers, loops and didgeridoos that made it near impossible for her to take off her garment. The toilet, fresh and clean, loomed over her as she bent forward, trying to ignore the incessant pounding on the door. “Can’t you just shrink and piss somewhere else. I can’t wait much longer.” Shuri attempted to problem solve, but Hope was far too gone for a change, she kept pulling at the tough cloth, attempting to maintain any separation. “If you grow, your bladder will get bigger. God just let me in!” Shuri pounded on the door, which Hope ignored out of pride. “Oh God.” A voice clinged out from the row in front of her. Carol leaned in to see the lady in an old-school pencil skirt and fishnets moaning. She vaguely remembered her to be Peggy Carter, an old agent and fling of Steve Rogers back in the 40’s, brought to modern times through time travel shenanigans Peggy was seemly at most junctures but not right now, as she was at the beck and call of a quickly bursting bladder. “Agent Carter?” Hill asked like she didn’t know what her status was. Peggy climbed out of the small chair, finding herself twisted and contorted, her hands covering a purse which pushed down on the pencil skirt. “Ah heavens, I need the ladies room.” She proclaimed, losing any sort of quiet distress. “Where is it?” “Down the hall, take a right.” Hill responded, many of the other ladies heads rang up as Maria Hill answered a question that they had but were afraid to ask. Almost immediately, many of the meeting stood up and excused themselves, some with a nervous prance trying to maintain any elegance they still had, some making an effort to walk, even if it meant falling behind. Carol was in the ladder category, standing up alongside, noticing a weight shift as her bladder fell downward, giving her a slight jolt of desperate pain. But whatever speed her dash was going to be, Carol was stopped instead, not only by the crowd of ladies who were heading to the same place, but by poor Peggy, who in a complete desperate haze, fell back behind the crowd of desperate girls, and as Peggy crossed where Carol stood, her bladder gave in-- the first to go. Peggy stopped and seized, Carol standing to see the navy pencil skirt darken slightly, fishnets suddenly dripping piss. Carol’s bladder jolted harder than before as she watched the display, and she bit her lips, forcing herself to ignore her pain and instead care for the lady. Peggy almost wept, standing over the first of many puddles, as Carol, Wanda helped her with the Asgardians, who also stuck behind. “God, I can’t believe that happened…” Peggy admitted, almost shell shocked. “It’s got to be that drink.” Carol remarked. “It’s not your fault, I think everyones a little desperate right now. Even Asgardians.” Carol turned her eyes to Valkyrie who smirked away, she was the most steady of the bunch, though even her movements were becoming disjointed and erratic. Still, Carol wished she could reciprocate such confidence, completely ignoring how her bladder, full and distended, pushed down on her with a sudden severity. It had also dawned on the Captain that due to this slight moment of help, she fell behind the whole swath of women now heading for the bathroom, if she was going to get there she was going to wait. Inside the bathroom stall, Hope examined what must have been a new-found rip on her uniform, clawed out through her intense disrobing. She was so close, the top portion off with the carbon nano-tube laced pants still remaining, skin-tight to her quivering legs. She had felt her bladder skyrocket while taking off these clothes, turning from extreme desperation to something of the likes she had never experienced before, her face was red from focus and misery, dancing around, pulling any sort of gizmo to remove the pants. But it wasn’t happening. Hope bent over, adhering to almost a cramping pain on her bladder, crying for help, and the liquid released itself, a forceful surge of piss finding containment through the tight pants. Hope watched with defeated expressions as her reflection showed the pants soak through, making a large puddle on the ground. Outside the bathroom was another discouraging site. Shuri sat by the door, in a fetal position, puddle surrounding her as well, soaking through the designer jeans she would now need to throw out. She was not defeated as much as pissed off, catching eye at the swarm of ladies who saw her. “What happened?” One of the SHIELD agents asked, once again knowing the answer. “One toilet… And the bitch took her time.” Some of the ladies went to help Shuri up, even if their still filling bladders made it difficult to muster such a feat. Some ladies ignored the princess, instead turning to finding their respective place in the line for said one toilet. Black Widow had taken the first position, but to the naked eye she seemed less extremely desperate and more slightly annoyed, she stood with a leg crossed over the other, biting the side of her lip. Natalia had never taken a “Bladder Training” course at the Kremlin, but years of experience on the field gave her talent in this strange field, and a pain tolerance that exceeded most of the other ladies around her. One particularly desperate woman took second place in the line. Agent Daisy Johnson looked absolutely desperate, shaking her legs back and forth almost like a stationary jog, sometimes squeezing at the tight leather pants she found herself in. Agent Johnson was rather casual for a SHIELD agent, with a carefree attitude and slight ego for her position, but those pieces were being destroyed by her at the moment. Johnson could also cause vibrations in objects that surrounded her, these seismic pulses gave her the alias Quake, though she didn’t need her powers to vibrate under the strain of her full bladder, even if her face refused to show her own panic. Daisy turned her head over shoulders to the other SHIELD agent behind her, spastic field Agent Jemma Simmons, whose British customs and charms should have clashed with the vibrating girl, but they had maintained a nice friendship. “You alright?” Johnson asked her colleague. “Uh… Fine as I’ll ever be.” Jemma shook her body around, forcing a smile. “Yeah… What the Hell do you think is going on?” Jemma would have a better idea, Daisy reckoned, given she was far more of a tech geek than herself. “I don’t know… Something in that drink must have made our kidneys go into overdrive…. I’ve never felt anything like this before.” There was a tinge of fear in Jemma’s voice which made Agent Johnson cackle, it couldn’t possibly get that bad, she reasoned to herself. As she chuckled Agent Johnson turned back towards the bathroom door, and the face of the Black Widow staring down at her with empathy in her eyes. Both members of SHIELD but at different levels of the organization, Agent Johnson had worked with and developed a nice camaraderie with Nat, and now Nat took pity on the agent and her friend. “You can go ahead of me.” She said with a smile, a moment of selfless care that was sure to be noticed by the ladies that stood behind her. Natalia traded places, though even in that slight conversation she felt her bladder pains gain considerably, was that a mistake? She thought to herself without an expression on her face. Behind the sudden crowd, Carol and Wanda strided down the hall, recognizing that they had lost any chance of an immediate piss at least. Wanda moaned, she could reality itself but couldn’t do anything about her small bladder (or could she?) Carol felt the disappointment and shock as well, her legs were jagged straight, hips crooked leaning against an arm, not a desperate display but one that could not remain steady. The ladies and red turned to each other, both recognizing their growing extreme desperation. “Do you have any ideas?” Carol asked. Wanda was doing a potty dance like a child, a 1-2 step while bent forward. “Maybe some magic?” “Don’t ask me to do magic now, I’m about to piss my pants!” Wanda complained. “Well we gotta do something…” Carol gave a worrying glance, she started to feel reminded of long Kree stake-outs, trapped in skin-tight military wear that was designed for the Kree, and not for a human girl with human needs. If her bladder was growing so fast, how much longer would it be till she reaches a desperation beyond she has ever felt before? Wanda must be already at that point. Watching her friend suffer, an idea came to the Captain. “What if you just create another bathroom?” “Another bathroom, where?” “No… You… eugh… You bend reality! Create a bathroom so we can go!” “Oh… I can try.” Red sparks began to exude from the newly focused Scarlet Witch. Beyond her gasps and desperate heaves she began constructing something. Beyond her, Valkyrie and Lady Sif approached, even in the few seconds that had elapsed from their separation, the Asgardians were suddenly much more under the influence of their inflated bladders. Valkyrie walked slowly, thighs slightly bent forward, still no holding. “Is there anywhere else we can go? I’m afraid this predicament is only getting worse?” Carol looked over to Wanda, bending reality through her own desperation, and to the ladies right, a door had started to appear from out of nowhere. The door said “Ladies” on the front. As the strong-bladdered girls found their own relief, Hope continued to stand behind the door, not realizing the immense group of dying girls behind the steel door. Hope attempted to manage her slight guilt and embarrassment, not realizing that every second she waited, all the other ladies suffered even greater. And after thirty more seconds, a breaking point was met. “Oh… oh no.” Near the end of the line a voice cried out. It was Maria Hill. After the grueling presentation, she had found herself far away from the crowd as they congregated to the single toilet stall. She also was the first woman to drink the XLCR, and after a short but painful fight, she had finally gone too far. Maria bent forward, seeing the group of ladies turn their heads to the moans, their attentions given just in time for an incredible deluge of piss to escape out of her and slide down her skin-tight leather pants. Agent Hill attempted to back up, to stop the stream any way she could, but it would not bulge, her muscles tired, refusing to strengthen back up again. Maria looked up as the stream weakened, she had pissed her pants, but no mind was given, instead eyes were already turned to someone else. The accident had caused a chain reaction. Janet Van Dyne was the second to drink the strange liquid, and now nearly fell over from the spurts of liquid that rained down inside of her. Without much thought, it broke through, expelling waters that poured down the legs of her nano-tubed suit. Janet moaned, attempting to place back on her helmet so she could shrink down to lose the shame, but it refused to work, instead Janet let go of her entire bladder as well. These two accidents occurred almost simultaneously, and for the Black Widow it was almost too much, she felt her own bladder sticking through and colliding with her tight leather suit. She bounced around, creating distance and practically losing her place in line. The accidents also troubled the other SHIELD agents, Agent May gave a wacky dance, pushing any way she could through her tight pants to provide support, Agent Foster had fallen into a form of a squat position, knees colliding together constantly as she whimpered to herself, her eyes pried open, almost twitching. All of them were feeling desperation beyond any they had felt before. That applied for the Asgardians as well. Lady Sif and Valkyrie backed up from Wanda’s magical display, finding a secluded corner of the room. They did not know each other very well, but were able to chide together in these shockingly desperate moments. Asgardians were superior in many ways, and bladders were usually one of those ways. Descended from generations of drunkards and feasters, Asgardians bladders were practically made of titanium, but that had only made the current desperate bout more unusual and extreme. Valkyrie used to be a drunkard to, and would make weeks long treks without a piss. Lady Sif could hold it for months. And yet, they looked at each other, both feeling their bladders swell to degrees they had never imagined before. “You’ll be fine.” Lady Sif reminded Valkyrie in her calming voice. Both ladies were fierce foes on the battlefields, great warriors beyond the comprehension of almost any human, but they were facing a shared opponent that struck down on one weakness they didn’t even know they had. Lady Sif couldn’t fight her way out of a full bladder, though she wished she could try, instead she tugged on the seams of her brown leather pants. She was one of the lucky ones who had found herself in actual pants instead of a one-piece suit, and had worked up the energy to put it into use. Lady Sif distanced herself from Valkyrie, who watched the warrior walk away into the near open field, averting from any other watching eye, and pull down her tight pants over a small bush. Lady Sif squatted into the plant, Valkyrie caught an incredible stream of piss coming from between her legs which only made her more desperate than ever, cursing the tight suit she had donned. Valkyrie felt some warmth spread between her legs, but squirmed it shut as she turned to the other remaining desperate girls and away from her relieving friend. It was around this point that desperation was no longer a good word to describe what these super-powered ladies were dealing with, it was more fitting to describe it as a body-breaking experience, their bladders reaching fullness that couldn’t possibly be healthy, the rims of their bladders stretching out, sending painful messages throughout the body. Black Widow shivered, clutching the lone zipper on her jumpsuit which had slowly rid down as the desperation commenced, constantly sliding her covered legs against each other. Nat still placed herself second in the line, surrounded by four beyond desperate SHIELD agents all fighting their soaring bladders in their own ways. The agent one behind caught her eye the most, Agent Jemma Simmons, who was a spastic, almost adorable agent mumbling to herself in a high pitched British accent. “Oh Goodness me… Oh goodness me” Simmons had been energetic and twee in her attempts to hold her full bladder earlier in this voyage, but now was resigned to a stationary position in the line, knees buckled, arms crossed in front of her thighs, head down in an exasperated state of misery. Like the other SHIELD agents, Simmons was dressed in the tight navy battle wear though she seemed almost out of place in such an extreme costume, it’s tightness certainly doing a number on her overfilled bladder. Nat could also see that around her crotch, the navy was dyed just slightly darker than usual, little spurts must have been creeping out of her body and sliding down her tight pants leg. Nat could feel her own bladder wage a war, but also could tell that the agent would need it far more than she did. “Agent Simmons?” Black Widow called out, breaking the spell of the Brit, who looked up to the red-head. “You can go ahead of me if you want.” “Oh! No, no, certainly not. You shouldn’t.” Manners pushed through even at this point of complete desperate panic. Nat smiled, she didn’t dish out help usually so she hardly had time for someone rejecting it. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.” Nat slid behind Simmons as the agent awkwardly shuffled her sore desperate body a few steps closer in the line, a smile seen on her face from the good deed. Nat also felt some warmth in her heart, but that might also be coming from her raging bladder, she crossed her legs over and bit her lips almost deep enough to draw blood, but she didn’t move an inch in the line-- she was going to wait. It was also at this point that finally a miracle struck. Hope, who had taken far too long to put on her sprawling suit through tears, finally creeped out the bottom of the door, not stepping through it but turning the lock, causing a swiveling click. Agent Johnson recognized the click, and stuck her ear to the door. “Hello?” She cried out, hearing nothing back. Johnson looked down, unable to hear a peep front the other end and with a bounce she gave up the show. “Screw it” Daisy opened the bathroom door to find it completely empty, stopping in her tracks for a second before darting to the toilet, Nat could see her struggle with the tight pants as the door swiveled shut, allowing the desperate line to move one step closer, Simmons now standing at the door, butt sticking out as she bent over, rotated and jagged in position. Inside the single bathroom stall, Daisy made quick work of the brutal pants, stripping them off with only one or two spurts of piss exiting out before she collapsed onto the toilet seat, pissing partially through her ruined black panties, eventually sliding them to the side as she gave a moan of relief. The piss jetted out as quick as she could, not wanting to let her other agents suffer any longer. It wasn’t fast enough though, as the bubbling piss inside all the ladies continued to rise, including inside Nat, who froze, not wanting to appear with a dance or a jig, sliding eyes together at the other girls alongside her, trying to hide the fear from her face. Her eyes carried over to Agent Foster, she was by far the most normal of the entire bunch, a slight scientist, extremely short and petite for a SHIELD agent, and the expression on her face told the same story. She was mortified, squatting over in the thigh SHIELD outfit rocking back and forth on her toes. Jane had enjoyed the display a few minutes ago, never seeing so many heroic ladies so incredibly desperate before, but now was as miserable as anyone, she looked up to Nat with tears in her eyes, she didn’t want to have an accident too. “You can go ahead of me.” Nat gave her permission as well, moving her back to third in the line. Her body was screaming at the choice, her insides were croaking but she knew they needed it more than she did. It wasn’t as simple as with Simmons though, because as Jane crossed over in line next to Nat she also crumpled a bit, and before Nat could turn her head Jane had begun to piss her pants. “Ahh!!” Jane panicked, bent downwards and pushing all of her force onto her urethra, she stretched like a rubber band, somehow managing to control the unbelievable amount of force that belied inside of her, giving a loud moan. “Oh my God… Oh my God, I’m going to pop!” Jane yelled through tears. Jemma watched her fellow agent scream in agony, but attempted to ignore it, she was so incredibly desperate and could make a theatrical display of it too, and she was right there, listening to Agent Johnson wash her hands. Nat did not miss her though, and called out to the bouncy SHIELD agent. “Agent Simmons, let Ms. Foster, go ahead of you.” Jemma turned her head, about to launch a tirade of desperate pleas. “But…” “Let her go.” Jemma nodded, and she backed away from the top spot, allowing the smaller Foster to bounce into the toilet stall once Johnson got out. Foster wasted no time at all, knowing she couldn’t wait to take off the tight pants, instead she simply sat on the toilet and piss directly into the pants itself, some falling into the toilet stall but most riding the thick leather down through the pants and around her feet. Jane panicked on the stall and before she knew it was standing up, pissing all over the grounds of the single toilet. Mortified, Jane pondered whether to open up the now ruined toilet stall with piss sloshing all throughout the ground, or save face and clean it. She knew how desperate the ladies were, and yet she just needed to save her Pride just a little bit more. Jane pulled every roll of toilet paper she could from under the sink and began to blop the incredible puddle of piss. Down the hallway, Captain Marvel waited with baited breath as the final pieces of the assembled bathroom came together, Scarlet Witch bending reality itself so they could have a place where they could pee. Valkyrie had joined them, with Lady Sif opting to piss in the grass instead of wait for its completion. The warrior Asgardian had rejoined Valkyrie with a relieved smile. “Why did you do that? To mock me?” Valkyrie shifted weight on her legs as she looked over to her non-desperate friend. “Please, I was desperate.” Lady Sif smiled back, taking some unique pleasure from seeing Valkyrie struggle. Valkyrie was at one point a drunkard, but could even go months of drinking before needing to step food into a toilet stall. She worried for the toilet she would ruin with what had to be an imperceptible amount of piss, Lady Sif’s squat had basically turned a flower-bed into a lake. Valkyrie crossed her legs together, catching eye of Carol Danvers, who was similarly waiting patiently but desperately, refusing to be anything but composed, her bladder so large, indenting her blue-and-red jumpsuit that she almost looked pregnant. “Agh!!” Wanda gave a shrivelled cry as the red flashes and particles suddenly ceased, the bathroom had been finished just in time for the ladies to rush into it, but it wasn’t done fast enough for Wanda. Finished, Wanda fell to her knees, moaning as piss flooded around her and out of her tight spandex red suit, she cried as the piss, almost endless shot out. Carol twitched over, helping out her now wet friend, ignoring the piss that surrounded her, even touching her boots. She was the only one to help, selfishly, Valkyrie jetted ahead, pushing onto the newly entrenched in reality bathroom, pulling on the door only for it to budge. She danced around pulling on the tight door, “It’s Stuck!” Valkyrie cried, piss nearly coming out of her eyes. Carol ignored the Asgardian's pleas, still caring for Wanda (somehow piss still coming out of her frail body). With no choice, Valkyrie pulled at the hinges of the door at full strength. She ripped the door cleanly away, throwing it to the side before rushing in. But before Valkyrie could undress and finally relieve herself, she stopped in horror, witnessing the problem she created, the toilet was in complete sight of the now non-existent door, anyone looking that way would see her piss. Valkyrie squealed, she had no desire for letting the world see her desperation, but she also felt the pain of a million full bladders inside of her. She made a judgement call, she ripped off her white jumpsuit within eye-short of Carol and Wanda, revealing what lies beneath, a perplexingly beautiful naked body, fit and muscular with large breasts who had been aching to get out. Valkyrie knew that Captain Marvel could see her, but she could no longer refuse the call of nature, and she sat down on the toilet, naked beyond her jumpsuit still covering the bottom of her legs, falling to the ground. She released a massive stream of piss down the newly created toilet, stopping any moans that arrived from the near orgasmic experience, contorting her body to prevent any signs of nudity to be shown from her deeply nude body. Carol heard the jet stream of piss and looked up, every movement starting to push down on her incredibly full bladder. She saw Valkyrie relieve herself through the doorway, her cheeks went red as she observed the situation. “What did you do!?” Carol turned her head to the removed door. “I’m sorry!” Valkyrie responded, also red in the face. “I couldn’t wait.” Carol danced around as she saw the scene. She couldn’t pee like that, she didn’t have the guts to. Carol now knew that the only place she was going to pee was the sole bathroom down the hall, but she knew there’d still be a line. She bent over, pushing down on her strained urethra. I can fucking hold it, I’m a god damn superhero. Carol repeated in her mind as she boosted over to the other toilet, clutching down on her body with one hand not to wet herself while in flight. As she expected, there were still three people in line, two SHIELD agents and Black Widow, without drawing attention she slid into the fourth spot, holding herself at all cost. “Why’d you make me do that!?” Simmons anxiously moaned at Nat, who was starting to match the SHIELD agents position, bent over, legs crossed. “I’m going to bloody explode!” Simmons was losing her temper and her piss as well, leaned against a nearby wall, pushing down as hard as I can. “You can hold it longer than she can, that’s why.” Nat attempted to justify, but it didn’t change the fact that every person that went before them only made it more likely that the remaining girls were bound to piss their pants. Nat really didn’t want that to happen, she couldn’t imagine letting go in front of all these people. As the desperation had persisted, many of the relieved girls had taken a station near the toilet, chatting some form of empathy about this collective moment of extreme desperation. Nat couldn’t imagine pissing in front of all of them, but every ticking second made it more likely, she shifted her weight to find a comfort that didn’t exist. Agent Simmons was also on edge for a reason, never in her life had she needed to pee this bad, and now she felt like a delirious school child, potty dancing in front of her teachers. People like Black Widow and Captain Marvel were a higher tier in the grand superhero establishment, and today was supposed to be the day where she proved her worth to them. Instead she was now being lectured by Black Widow about how to hold her pee longer. Her cheeks were permanently spotted red with shame as she waited for Jane to open the door. God could she take any longer. If I don’t get a wee soon then… “Eugh!!” Agent May, who now stood in between Nat and Carol gave a cry that broke Jemma’s train of thought. She had held it quiet and diligently, but it simply was for far too long, as the SHIELD agent backed almost sprinted away from the line, as she hustled out piss lined the ground from where she ran down the hallway. Agent May somehow composed herself to search for toilets and she scanned the halls as pissed continued to drive out of her, all before spotting the door for a ladies room laying on the side of the hall. She slid in only to see Valkyrie, still sitting and pissing, some of the piss starting to exit out of the toilet bowl. Defeated, Agent May let go of what remained in the doorway Valkyrie gave a dastardly smile, piss finally starting to sputter out of her urethra. It was another accident, and it seemed to have finally been the one that pushed the final three ladies over the edge to another level. Carol stepped back and started to dance rapidly, piss beginning to spurt out any opportunity it got like a leaking bucket, she felt the maligned panties she was wearing underneath the suit start to dampen. Nat wore nothing under her suit, so she only felt the spurts that overtook her body roll down her leg. And Simmons could no longer hold it, she sputtered, still bent over, periodically losing piss, wetting down her pants as she tried to get it to stop. Her attempts were only so successful, some seconds she’d have it under control, some seconds her bladder would cramp hard and she would lose some more piss. “Ahh! I can’t hold it.” Simmons pretzelled harder than she had ever done before. Her bladder felt like a cramping muscle, forcing the body to release some of the pent up liquid before it ripped and spilled all throughout her body. The only thing stopping her from an accident was what remained of her tattered pride. She needed help, fast. Luckily for Jemma, Nat was already in a selfless mood, the also desperate Russian stepped forward to Simmons and knowingly, reached down to around the fly of Simmons’ tight navy pants, she pushed upon the pants, spurring extra pressure on the poor SHIELD agents body. Sweat beaded down both girls as Jemma, assisted, somehow managed to regain some control, still shaking but with the added pressure she no longer felt piss escape out of her urethra. She gave a loving smile to Black Widow, not bad for a first impression. It took until then for Jane Foster to swing the door open, cleaned up and ready to allow the next person in. That was Jemma who distanced herself from Nat as she rushed into the toilet, pulling down the tight pants and luckily getting to sit on the porcelain throne, and letting another massive stream of piss. Carol had watched this event unfold only boosting her overflowing bladder. She seized and crouched and danced and folded up but nothing was working, nothing was helping her poor full bladder. Carol remembered those brutal endless Kree missions, how she would return home after days of travel, rip off her suit and lay in a gusher of piss into whatever receptacle she could reach first, her eyes bubbling with pleasure as she watched the stream appear. Carol so desperately wished to pee, and now she was as close as ever. She had watched the display between Simmons and Nat, not just Nat helping the SHIELD agent hold but also watched the body of Nat as she focused. Almost no one else noticed but as she held Jemma, piss had escaped out of Nat’s one-piece, fully wetting herself without anyone knowing (perks of wearing a black suit). No longer desperate, Nat slinked away in her wet one-piece leaving Carol as the last lady with a full bladder They were watching her too. Carol gingerly approached the door where she could hear uproarious sighs of relief coming from on the toilet, piss still coming out. She squeezed together turning backwards and sighing. She was a military girl, hard pressed and badass, surely she couldn’t wet herself like the others in front of this crowd. Carol bounced up and down, trying to wait patiently as her bladder waged war inside her body, she was near tears, looking down she saw her stomach was all distended outwards, so much piss being held back by her body. She struggled, but inside the toilet the toilet flushed, and Carol perked up, she was so close to sweet relief. But then something caught her eye from down the hall, a blue-ish speck drew nearer and nearer until. Suddenly a robotic form flew around the ladies and fell to the ground, a custom designed Iron-Man suit for a woman. It was Pepper Potts, who seemed worse for wear inside the suit. The ladies gathered around the suit which had fallen to the ground as Pepper Potts climbed out of it. The ladies gasped as she crawled out. “Something’s… Wrong…. Can’t Go… In Suit.” Pepper fell to her back, revealing an incredible mound around her stomach. She almost looked late-term pregnant, but it wasn’t a child, it was piss. Outside the suit, Pepper, dressed in athletic clothes, spurted out an incredible stream of piss, immediately deflating that beyond human-ability bladder size. Pepper must have taken the XLCR before fighting foes, she might have had to wait hours before finally relieving herself with a bladder that big. It was beyond words, and for Carol, the straw that broke the camel's back. “AHH NO!!!” Carol screamed as she backed up, her body thrusting itself slightly into the air as she felt the abominable amount of pressure under her crotch give him. Floating above the bathroom door, she delivered a matching stream, falling through her jumpsuit and clashing at the piss-soaked floors like raindrops. Carol twitched, watching piss surround all over her, the day of waiting and the XLCR created an impeccable amount of piss, refusing to end despite seeing the mass of ladies looking up to her. Carol was so embarrassed she could die, as she slowly fell back to earth, clutching downwards in a fetal position in the massive puddle of her own piss, almost sobbing. “I’m… I can’ believe I did that… I’m so sorry.” Not all stories had sad endings though, Agent Simmons pushed the door open completely relieved, sighing, watching the incredible scene, her boots wading through an inch of piss on the ground. “Well, This has never happened before.” She jokingly spoke as she saw the mind-boggling scene. “You can say that again!” Agent Hill said garnering an empathetic laugh. “So…. No one has to know about this right?” Hill continued garnering laughs and nods from all corners of the now relieved girls. Shuri was right about the XLCR, it was not tested on ladies, and when tests took place afterwards it was found to be a diuretic with a potency they had never seen before, the project was shelved. As for the day itself, the ladies decided that as long as no one told anyone else about it, such an event could be forgotten. And so it was, the ladies banded together so no man ever heard about the time that almost all of them lost control of their bladders in one ten minute period. And when it was all said and done, Agent Hill made it priority number one that there were much much much much more bathrooms installed on the new Avengers HQ, despite being confused how two existed when only one was built previously. As for Carol, piss drenched and miserable, she returned home back to her apartment in New York City, before disrobing out of the jumpsuit and placing it in her laundry. She looked in the mirror, her bladder was deflated but it still seemed swollen and sensitive after the long day, her kidneys hurting from all the holding as well. Carol decided to take it easy for a few days, and that from now on, no more long holds. Still though, staring at the mirror, she was reminded of those Kree days, and how she felt so… alive after relief, and how it made her feel so strange and…. Hot. Carol smiled into the mirror with a devilish grin. “Maybe a few more long holds… For old times sake.” She smiled as she jumped into the shower. “Why not? I’m a goddamn superhero.” The End.
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