Ancient stories

[EnragedFilia]

In an effort to broaden this board's activity base, I will post a selection of various stories involving desperation that I came across and saved over the years, starting with the following
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That fateful Thursday in May was destined to be one of those that Fawn would never forget. It began with a regular day's worth of classes leading to the only time for a quick late afternoon snack before Jacobson's Shakespeare seminar. She was the object of attention of three of her boy friends who each wanted to impress her with their solicitousness. Thus she ended up downing her sandwich with a large lemonade, a coffee, and a double-espresso. The boys also made her late for her seminar which was a spine-chilling lecture on "A Winter's Tale," one of those plays that Fawn had never appreciated until now.

All through that lecture she was sipping her bottled water that she took everywhere with her. But Fawn was in another world, hanging on every word from Dr. Jacobson. Fawn never even noticed the involuntary swaying of her legs, the wiggling back and forth of her buns which kept a problem her body was having from ever entering her consciousness. The lecture was so moving and uplifting that she sat in her front row seat and silently listened to Dr. Jacobson after class answer the several students that came up to discuss points made in the lecture.

Suddenly she glanced up at the clock and saw in horror that it was three minutes after six and she was already late to her modeling class. This shock took over her entire body and the adrenaline spurred her to instant action. She grabbed her books, crammed them into her backpack, picked up her bottle of water and raced out of the class, sweating with guilt from her lack of attention to the time.

The art class was two flights up from the seminar and she raced up those steps frantically. She was gasping for air when she dashed into the art class, and tried to mumble an apology to the waiting students. She flew behind the screen and tore off her blouse, unhooked her bra, unzipped her jeans and pulled them and her briefs down in one motion.

She didn't notice during this disrobing her body swaying from one foot to the other during this frantic activity, didn't notice her thighs involuntarily rhythmically pressing together. She didn't notice any of this as she grabbed her robe and mounted the pedestal where she was to sit for an hour.

"Position three, Fawn Dear," sung out the smarmy voice of professor Twittersham. Fawn often felt that Twittersham stared with something other than artistic objectivity as he paced through the class and stared at Fawn, comparing her sight to the efforts of the students.

Fawn took up position three, one that had been taught her when she was given the job. It was one she didn't feel quite comfortable with because it exposed her sex to the entire class, but, she resigned herself, this was the purpose of the pose, to give the students an opportunity to paint the entire body. The position had her reclining back against a large pillow; her left leg was flat on the rug jutting out from her body about 45 degrees; it was bent at the knee with her left heel a few inches away from her pussy; her right leg was upright but bent at the knee with her foot flat on the rug. Fawn's left hand was back behind her head while her right hand was resting on her stomach. It was, indeed, a very exposed position. Fawn usually tried to forget her pussy being on display to everyone and imagined the students' attention was focused on her beautiful breasts.

It was only after she assumed this position, took several deep breaths, relaxed, and began deciding to which of her several problems she would devote this hour that her predicament became apparent to her. The realization of this predicament was so startling and unexpected, so beyond her comprehension, so mortifying, that she gave out an audible, "Oh!" which everyone in the class could hear. Fawn was bursting for a piss. She was so full she couldn't believe it.

She frantically thought back to why she didn't take care of this primal urge earlier. She remembered the long fascinating lecture and how mesmerized she was. She remembered the busy snack she had with those three guys she keeps juggling, none of whom she can decide between, and so wants to keep around until more data becomes available. She remembers having to rush to the seminar. She remembers all of this and still could not believe that she was so successful in repressing her need so completely for so long a time.

Fawn quickly assessed her situation. As she did so she became very flushed with fear and embarrassment for she was in a desperate situation. Her bladder needed immediate attention and she was in no position to relieve it. She was not permitted to move for an hour. Her breath became very deep and she could feel herself sweating profusely.

She carefully gave her sphincter muscles a squeeze and it was very painful. They were in agony having held back the flood for such a long time. Fawn glanced down at her bush but she couldn't see anything from this position. She carefully tightened her lower stomach muscles but this too was very uncomfortable for he bladder was so distended.

Fawn tried to think of other times she had gotten through desperate times like this. She had been trapped in long car rides with her family. Her Father refused to take bathroom breaks except every two hours and this frequently caught her in a very bad way. She had been on a few high school bus rides to or from football games where she had badly misjudged how long she could wait. There were a few movies where she foolishly sipped a jumbo coke and then had to squirm in agony to see the thrilling conclusion. The lines at the toilet were horrible but she always made it.

How could she make it this time. She didn't see how. All these thoughts raced through her mind in a few moments and she saw no way out. The humiliation of breaking pose was something that was simply not done; one prepared for these sessions and no excuses were permitted. If she stood up and told Dr. Twittersham she must visit the ladies, she would be fired on the spot, and she needed this money.

The only thing was to hold her water, but how could she? She could not wiggle or fidget; she could not grab her crotch; she could not buck her ass up and down; she could not press her thighs together, certainly not in this position; Fawn could do nothing except lie there and hold on.

Just then the pressure rose and she was frantic. She closed her eyes and held her sphincters tight, holding her breath for a long moment, then berating deeply when the pressure lightened. She felt the sweat trickle down between her breasts, from under her arms, down her neck. Fawn was hurting badly and she knew she must lose this battle. An hour was too long to wait.

Not more than a minute later the pressure came back stronger. That water she had sipped all through Jacobson's class was finally making its way through her body and there was no room for it. She tried the same tactic but her sphincters were too tired. She held her breath and strained with all her might. They tightened as the pressure rose but they could not remain tightened long enough. Fawn felt with horror that she was about to piss. As her sphincters failed she felt a sudden gush of piss that flew out of her urethra like a fire hose. It landed on the rug just at the base of her left heel. She felt the warmth of her piss under he heel.

That gush lasted about a half-second and Fawn clamped down again, but only for another moment. A second, stronger gush sped out of her body and landed on her heel. It would have tickled her if she were not so mortified at the display she was making. This second stream lasted no longer than the first; it was simply forcing its way out under higher pressure. There was a third gush and Fawn feared that it would never end. She imagined lying there squirting piss for two minutes for she had no idea how to stop this from happening. Her body was not obeying her. She had waited too long and was paying the price.

But this third stream was shorter and weaker than the second, even than the first. Fawn clamped down with all her might and there was no fourth gush of piss onto the rug or her heel. She was holding the rest of the flood back. She wondered how long it would be until this happened again, but she didn't really want to think about that.

She slowly opened her eyes which had been tightly shut during her three squirts of hot piss onto the rug. There continued to be strange silence in the room as everyone was painting and staring at her.

She couldn't believe no one had noticed. She looked closely as Chuck Buck sitting on his stool in the first row. There was something about him that was different; he, too, was breathing more deeply than she had ever seen him. And she then saw his boner trying to burst through his pants. He was as aroused as a hound dog. Fawn glanced at the other men in the class and every one of them appeared either to be as stiff as a rod or to have positioned themselves so it was not obvious.

But it was the women that fascinated Fawn. They were all fidgeting, wiggling their thighs together or moving their asses just the way she did when she wanted to get herself off. These women were all masturbating because of her three gushing arcs of piss. And everyone, men and women, were painting furiously, as if under control of some demonic agent.

Twittersham, who had his back to Fawn when she let go her gushers, tried to turn each of the students back toward more controlled, classical painting, but it was a losing cause. The artists were inspired and Twittersham finally realized it and stopped trying to contain them. He was frankly staggered by the inspiration he saw before him and knew he could not advise it; it was beyond his ability.

This scene of the frantic, inspired artists, so captured Fawn's imagination that she was able to hold her bladder until the hour break.

However, when Twittersham called for the break, Fawn had to arise from her lying position, and stand up. This was quite beyond the capability of her sphincters. As soon as she bent upright her sphincters gave way with another mighty gush, and as she arose the stream would not stop.

Fawn stood there stark naked in front of the class and pissed a staggeringly intense stream for fifty-seven seconds as the students stared in amazed fascination.

[Miyuko-Matsuda]

not bad

[tester]

If we want more activity, there is really a quite easy way to do it.  You know the gallery? It should opened up for anyone to access it.  Not permenately, but for a little while.  Also are the forums not open for anyone to see as well?  If not then they should be opened up to.

[EnragedFilia]

The problem with that is, simply throwing images around might not count as "activity". This is a forum, not an imageboard.

Incidentally, it would appear that I trimmed a few of these down to the part of the story that actually involves desperation. That last one actually ended with a silly epilogue about all the wonderful paintings that Fawn inspired and what became of them. Likewise, today's story is missing the first part.
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Her traveling was fine for about the first hour or so. At that time she decided to stop at a fast food restraunt and have some lunch. She orderd a kids meal for her daugter and a meal for herself. With it she knocked of a large soda as she found herself unusually thirsty. Normally she would not drink so much when she traveled for fear of being caught short. Today however she decided to throw caution to the wind as she only planned to be on the road for another hour at best. After cleaning up her table she was ready to go. Kelly felt a slight need to go to the ladies room but decided it was not urgent. She was a bit anxious to get to the mall and decided she would wait, after all it was only an hour. She and her daughter got back into her car and headed back to the highway. Traffic again moved along pretty well. About 35-40 minutes later she began to feel an increase in pressure in her bladder. Not enough to make her desperate but enough to cause her to squirm just a bit. "20 min yet" she thought "I can wait." A little bit further down the road traffic began to slow. "Now what?" She asked herself. Traffic was still moving but obviously there was an obstacle. Unable to see what was happening she wondered what was wrong. As she got closer she could see the lights of emergency vehicles. "Oh no, now what?" She again asked herself. "Whats going on mommy?" her daughter asked with curiousity. "I dont know." She answered. As she got closer she could see a patrol man waving traffic of the freeway to a county highway. Now she began to worry. Kelly did not know the area to find her way around and to make matters worse her need to pee was increasing. She stoped by the officer to see if he could tell her where to go. Whith out being asked he announced to her "Theres been a major accident up the road you will need to detour around. There will be officers to assist you." "Wonderfull, how long will this take." She thought. As she turned off the highway she squeezed her legs together hoping to ease some of the pressure wich was quickly building in her lower anatomy. She was now heavilly regreting the industrial size soda she drank at the restraunt. It was talking to her quite loudly now. Down the road she went. Now she began to woory a bit, then she thought, "There must be a gas station or somthing around here" Unfortunately for her the detour was taking her around farmland. No such thing as a gas station in the area. She kept driving down the road waiting to see an officer to tell her where to turn. She drove along for nearly 10 minutes with no sign of an officer. She felt a slight spasm hit her bladder, instictivly she squeezed her legs together. Finally an officer appeared. She stoped to ask him for directions. "Im trying to get to that new mall, how far is it with this detour?" She asked. "This detour is going to take you back to the highway about 5 miles south of the mall, youll have to go back north to get there. Soory but its the only way around." He responded. Kelly hesitated a second as she once again felt her bladder wanting to force its contents out. "Is there a gas station along the way at all?" She asked "No Im afraid not, unless you go another 5 miles to the west." He answered. "Shit!" she thought to herself "Ok thank you." She answered. She continued on her way. Her condition was now becoming very uncomfortable and she found herself squirming trying to ease her pain. She started thinking and relized it could be another 45 minutes before she reached the mall. Then she had to get inside and find a restroom. "Oh god, Im going to wet my pants." She though. The thought of wetting in front of her 4 year old daughter, whom she was trying to teach not to wet her pants, made her feel a bit embarrased. Her daughter who was whatching her mothers motions from the back seat finally got curious and asked "Whats wrong mommy?" As young as she was she new somthing was wrong. "Nothing honey." She answered. Boy was she lieing as her hand found its way to her crotch. Finally she reached the turn to go back to the highway. "10 more minutes to the highway and 5 or 6 more to the mall, c'mon Kelly you can make it." She though in her mind. Again her bladder spasmed and her hand went right to her crotch. She sat and indulged herself with a hand grasping her pussy wich for the moment gave her a little relief. She only hoped that her daughter could not see what she was doing. The next 10 minutes to the highway seemed like an eternity to her and the other 5 to the mall seemed even longer. Finally she arived.

She sat briefly sizing up the pain she was feeling in her lower anatomy. "Oh I hope that bathroom is close!" she thought. As she got out of the car another wave hit her, quicky she grabed her crotch and managed to control it. She got her daughter out of the car and headed inside as quick as she could. Every step she took made her think her bladder would explode. "Oh god, just a little longer" She thought to herself. Kelly new she was on the verge of a very wet accident and wasnt sure she would even make it to the door as she had to park quite a way from the door. The walk in seemed like forever but, finally she was inside.

There was a map of the mall right in front of her. Without a second thought she quicky looked at it for the nearest facility. "Oh thank god!!" She thought "Just ahead to the right, not 20 ft away!" She saw the sign for the restrooms and found a hallway wich apparently lead back to them, at least she hoped. She followed it down and sure enough the bathrooms were there with a nice big "OUT OF ORDER" sign on both of them. She let out a very discusted groan, wich her daughter heard. Now she though sure she was about to wet her pants. "Whats wrong mommy?" Her daughter again asked. "C'mon, lets go!" She answered with great urgency. Now she had to walk to the other side of the mall. She took carfull small steps trying to keep her legs together. A few people looked geting a pretty good idea of her situation. Ocasionally she had to stop to regain her control. Finally after a 5 minute walk to the other end of the mall she was there.

"Please!! let this one be open!" She thought. Again another hallway. Quickly she made her way down it. About half way down she stoped short and grabbed her crotch very tightly. Her daughter looked on with a curious disbelief. "Oh my god!" she quietly said to herself as she felt a warm spurt of pee leak through her pants. She was afraid to look at how wet her crotch was. Quickly she did though and saw only a small wet spot in her pants, about an inch and a half in diamater. "C'mon!" she said as she nearly pulled her daughter along. As she rounded the corner she saw a wet floor sign. Horrified she muttered to herself "No! please dont be closed I cant hold it!!" Sure enough as she rounded the corner there was a sign on the doors, "closed for cleaning, please use south bathrooms" The door was closed, still she tried to enter. Locked, she tried the mens, locked. Kelly new she was in big trouble. Now she could feel her ears getting hot as she new she was turning red. Almost at the same time her bladder gave up. Her pee quickly rushed down her thighs, filling her shoes and running onto the floor. She felt tears of embarrasment welling up in her eyes as her pee continued to sheet down her legs. Finally after what seemed like a never ending torent she looked down to see that her pants were completely soaked down the inside of her legs all the way to her ankles. She starred for a moment at her wet pants in disbelief. "Oh god! I pissed my pants!" She thought. She left a river of pee running across the tile floor. "Ma ma?" Her daughter asked, rather confused "What?" She answered "Did you pee pee in your pants?" Kelly went quiet for a second as once again she felt her face turn red. "Yes honey, ma ma had an accident." She answered not knowing what else to say. Again she hesitated, "God what am I going to do?" She though. Finally after a moment of debating she concluded her only option was to just leave. She knew it would be embarrasing walking out in her condition but she had no choice. She walked out of the mall embarrased, trying not to look at anyone. Finally she got to her car and left. After being in the car for about 10 minutes her daughter incidently informed her she needed to pee. Of course she ended up wetting her pants but no need to talk about a 4 year old.

[jlg77]

Very nice!

[EnragedFilia]

And another
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So a few weeks ago, my boyfriend and I went to an Usher concert. He got tickets as my birthday present and I could't wait! I LOVE Usher!! While we were driving to the concert (a looong drive) we had a few snacks and sodas and stuff. when we got there, i didn't think once about the TWO AND A HALF Cokes i had had!!

When we were having our tickets collected, i only felt a slight discomfort, and i knew i could go to the ladies' room later. So my boyfriend and i proceeded to take our places near the back of the already huge audience. With about ten minutes to go before the concert began, i was really starting to feel the pressure.    

Now that the concert had started i couldnt believe that i had to go so badly. I had to pee soo much that it was actually starting to hurt. No one around me seemed to notice that i was holding my crotch rather tighly--they were all watching Usher sing it up (including my boyfriend). Right then i accidentally let out a little leak. Luckily i was able to get a hold of myself in time. I was also fortunate that it was dark so no one could see the small wet spot on my jeans. My boyfriend was really having a good time. He noticed somthing was wrong, so he asked, "what's up?" i didn't want his amazing birthday present to fail so i said "nothing" and started jumping and yelling like him and everyone else, ignoring the screaming protests from my bladder.

A moment later, i just couldnt deal with it. i was about to tell my boyfriend that i would be right back when Usher started singing my all-time FAVORITE song! I couldnt leave! So now i was in extreme agony and to make matters worse, i could barely see over the massive crowd from our spot in the back. My boyfriend noticed this too so he made to lift me up onto his shoulders. Before i could object, i was up on top of him with my legs spread wide open and him jumping up and down! at first just a little urine came out, but within a second, I was flooding my booyfriend in my bodily fluids. He stopped jumping immediately and i started saying incoherent apologies as my piss cascaded down his neck, shoulders, chest, and back like Hoover Dam! He quickly threw me off his shoulders and gave me a disgusted look. I was still peeing like crazy at this point and the puddle around me was growing to an alarming size (i couldnt have stopped even if i had tried). I was completely mortified and to make matters worse (yes, EVEN worse) my (ex)boyfriend started storming away, dripping in my urine, but as he passed me, he slipped in the puddle and fell backwards into my piss! i ran out so quickly and called my mom to have her pick me up. i didnt even give my boyfriend a chance to break up with me (i knew he would from the look on his face) because i called him the next day (i couldnt stand to talk to him the night before) and i dumped him. he didnt argue.

some birthday!