Desperate Piss Boy

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Bursting is busy at work in her role within a bustling hotel, will she make it to the toilet in time or will... More
Bursting is busy at work in her role within a bustling hotel, will she make it to the toilet in time or will her bladder betray her?
This starts rather unusually for me, I woke in the morning bursting for a wee, got up and went to the loo and let out a roaring pee.
I made breakfast and accompanied it with a large Orange Juice, followed by a glass of water before leaving the house. I got to work at 8:30am and filled my bottle with squash in the kitchen before heading up to my desk, from here on in things got crazy!
Today was the day that we were reopening our Health and Beauty Club after a 4 month covid induced closure, I'd already done most of the cleaning but there was still more to be done before opening in terms of installing signage, cleaning the windows and filling up the wall mounted sanitisers etc before our midday opening.
I headed down there, taking my bottle of squash with me to sip away at as I rushed around making sure everywhere was sanitised and ready. By 11:30am I really needed a wee, I'd almost emptied my litre and a half bottle of squash already and on top of the orange juice and water my bladder was beginning to feel it. I handed over to the Therapist as she arrived, made sure she could remember her training and felt comfortable with the new measures and headed upstairs. I was so hot that I finished what was left on the way up to the loo.
I got halfway along the corridor and my mobile wrong "Are you free for a meeting now in the kitchen? Chef has to leave soon but needs to hand over to us all?" Without hesitation I diverted off to the kitchen, it was even hotter in there, as could be expected. I listened intently to the handover whilst refilling my bottle with water, I didn't even put the lid back on but stood drinking the ice-cold water directly from the neck of the bottle as I listened. The meeting finished; I needed a wee so headed in the direction of the loo. But was stopped by the Food & Beverage Manager asking if I was free to quickly go over who was going to do what from the handover, and also check the rota to make sure we had arranged the best cover given our current limited staffing.
Of course, I agree, postponing relieving my bladder for the time being. As I sit down in the office I can feel the discomfort rising, my bladder is incredibly full and starting to really ache, still, I'm having no trouble holding it so despite my discomfort I'm able to press on with the meeting unphased. The meeting turns into a training session for the new Manager, we're there for a couple of hours, by which time I have drained the bottle again, and my bladder is really beginning to shout for relief. I smooth my hand over it and feel it as hard as a rock under my skirt, it's 2:55pm now and I'm about to be late for my next meeting.
I have 5 minutes for a quick wee before I head back up to my office, so head off to the toilets. I'm stopped by the receptionist on the way, "Have you got keys to the back cellar?" she asks "There's a delivery and I can't find the Duty Manager to let them in, he said he's going to leave and nobody else has a key" I do have keys so head off to the cellar, in the opposite direction to the toilet. I let the delivery in and lock up, by now it's 3:05pm and my phone is going again asking where I am.
I race upstairs as quickly as my bladder will allow and apologise for my lateness, this is another handover meeting, my General Manager is also heading off for holiday and myself and another Manager are covering the hotel. I sit down and struggle to find a comfortable position, my bladder is pressing down causing me pain right across my pubic bone, and feels so full that my skirt is digging into it, I pull the waistband up a bit so that it sits above my bladder, rather than squashing it, this appeases it for now. There is a lot to go through and I know that it will be a lengthy meeting when lunch arrives for us, I nibble at a sandwich, I'm somehow not very hungry, I imagine my bladder is adding pressure to my stomach as it is so swollen that I now appear pregnant.
Mid way through the meeting the General Manager announces that he's popping to the loo and wants us to have a chat about the handover whilst he's gone. I don't dare to say that I need the loo too, so instead just sit there chatting through things as requested. Although my mind is distracted by the relief that he must be enjoying downstairs. He's gone for ages, perhaps he was bursting, and it won't stop, or perhaps he's gotten distracted by something else, I glance at the CCTV monitor, he's standing at reception talking to the receptionist. "I'm just going to pop to the loo" I announce, "He's coming back up now" my colleague replies gesturing at the monitor where I can see the General Manager climbing the stairs. I sit back down, wincing with the discomfort as my bladder protests at being denied relief.
Eventually after 3 agonisingly bursting hours the meeting finishes, I am now desperate for a wee! I stand up and find myself pee dancing uncomfortably but subtly as I try to focus on the final pleasantries. I turn towards the door as my General Managers brother enters, he looks upset so I offer to excuse them so they can talk. Before I manage it, my desk phone rings, it's the therapist downstairs, there's a problem with the till. I head off down to the salon and helpfully restore the till, I get caught chatting to a guest for a while about how superb her treatments were and how I should absolutely give the therapist a pay rise because she is outstanding. It's a lovely compliment to receive, but I'm bursting for a wee and desperate to get away to gain relief, I'm fidgeting desperately as I speak to her and my bladder is throbbing under the pressure of hours of pent up liquid stretching it to painful proportions.
Eventually she exclaims that she can't stand around chatting all day, and that we've made her late for her appointment with the Doctor. Finally free I begin to walk out but the therapist wants to know what to do with the till in case it happens again, I promise to come back and show her as soon as I've had a wee. I head back up to the loos and am tantalisingly close when my General Manager rounds the corner, "I've been calling you can you come and give me a hand with my brother?" he enquires. I don't know why I didn't just say I needed the loo and would meet him upstairs, it makes no sense, but off I went without a thought back up to our shared office.
I sat down and my bladder is screaming, it is bursting full, so hugely swollen that it is creating a round dome in my skirt, which is tightly stretched over it, the waistband that was once comfortable above it is now pushing painfully downwards, I consider unbuttoning it but am not sure the zip is strong enough to keep my skirt up by itself so decide to suffer on. I have a constant stabbing pain low down in my abdomen across my pubic bone, that rises to almost unbearable pain depending on my position or the intensity of my bladder's contractions. The pressure to release is immense and I'm now in perpetual motion, jiggling my leg or wiggling my bum in my seat as I listen to the situation. I'm having to squeeze my pelvic floor from time to time to hold it but despite the agony I'm managing ok. I'm desperate and it hurts like hell, but it's not immediately urgent just yet.
I look at the clock, 7pm, I've needed it for 7 and a half hours and as yet no relief, how I'm holding it in is a mystery. I'm trying to listen intently but every few minutes my mind wanders off to the state of my bladder. I also keep staring longingly at a large jug of iced water and lemon, I'm so thirsty I feel as though I could drain it, but don't dare even take a sip until I'm certain of relief. Eventually, fully appraised of the situation, I get to work, the situation is that my GM's brother has been sacked from his job, it's been 9 days since he was dismissed and if he wants to appeal it has to be in before midnight tonight. Super!
We have an hour before our legal helpline closes, I give them a call whilst asking John (the brother) to head home and grab any paperwork he has relating to the disciplinary. I'm on the phone to the legal line for the best part of half an hour, during this time there are various emails pinging around with pictures of paperwork on, which I relay to the advisor. She believes, as I do, that we have a good case for appeal. I start to write the appeal request whilst on the phone, my bladder is about to burst and I wish I wasn't tied to the phone, I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it and as it squeezes and contorts I feel like I'm rapidly approaching an explosion, things are becoming really urgent.
She pops me on hold for a moment, I'm going hoarse with the effort of holding it, as well as talking nonstop and not having had a drink for hours! My manager pours himself a glass of the ice water and asks if I'd like one "Nnn-Yes, I will do please, but I'll have to pop to the loo before I drink it" I laugh. The laughter jolts my bladder and causes it to contract, I grimace and quickly clamp my thighs together and try to cross my legs, my skirt is tight, so I struggle with his but somehow manage it. I'm not sure if it's better or worse, my bladder feels under even more pressure which hurts more than ever, but I have some help to hold it at least. I tell myself that I simply must go to the loo after this call, I'm really struggling to hold it and have to keep squeezing my pelvic floor when I fear a leak.
After what feels like an hour, she comes back to me with more information and agrees to email over some templates and information, which might be useful not only today but when preparing for the appeal hearing. It's 8:10pm when I come off the phone and I'm busting for a wee, I've been desperate for the call to end so I can rush off but of course I need to outline the basis of the conversation to the GM first. I accidentally gulp at the water as I recount the information to him, as hurriedly as possible including as much detail as my desperately distracted brain can manage. "Do you have time to look at this for me this evening? I'll pay you double obviously for your time" the GM asks. "Absolutely, no problem, I just need to pop to the loo first" I stated determinedly.
I stood up, dear God I was absolutely dying for a wee, the weight of my bladder was immense, I felt bloated and so very full of pee that I could barely move for fear of releasing the flood. I couldn't even stand up straight and instead was bent ever so slowly forwards, the walk to the loo would be painful but the relief at the end would be unbelievable, even my back hurt from the sheer size of my swollen bladder pressing into my spine. I was desperate to hold myself but squeezed with all my might as I turned towards the door, my managers phone rang and I heard him answer, it was John, I turned back towards the desk. "Ok, well yes that is really important, yes she'll need to know that, she's just about to pop to the loo can you give us a call back in 5 minutes?" he asked. I waved my hands, gesturing that it was fine and to carry on now, it would only be a short call, I could manage another couple of minutes after all this time.
He placed the phone on loud speak and I tried hard to tune into the words that John was saying, rather than the agony tearing through my distended abdomen. I placed my hand on my bladder, it felt hot and tight, so bursting full that it was stretched like a drum skin and was protruding several inches out of my abdomen, I wondered if it would be easier to hold it if my skirt wasn't so tightly pressing on it. Every touch reverberated through it and although it was agony, I couldn't help but oh so gently stroking it, gently making circular motions with my hand in an attempt to soothe its desperate rage. It was almost mesmerising, and I was struggling to hold my attention on the conversation, by now I needed a wee so badly that it was all I could think of! I was squeezing so tight, thighs crossed and squeezed, I couldn't stand still but was so busting for a wee that vigorous pee dancing was now out of the question, so was very gently rocking back and forth trying to find a calm place and willing myself to hold on.
My bladder squeezed and I felt a squirt escape into my knickers, only a small one, oh god, I panicked and fidgeted, trying to get my legs in a position to squeeze even tighter. It felt so warm and I felt it spread along my slit as I forced myself to squeeze with everything I had left, I was desperate to unzip my skirt and plunge my hands into my crotch but it wasn't an option. I smoothed my hand over my bladder bulge, begging it to hold on as I clenched my fists in desperation. Everything was clenched now; I was about to explode in the most monumental fashion if I didn't make my way to the loo soon. I tried hard to concentrate on the conversation, pee dancing slightly more, I couldn't afford anything too frantic at this stage as the slightest jolt of such a bursting bladder would cause the floodgates to open, and whilst that would be the most immense relief imaginable, the embarrassment would be horrific.
Another leak, this time larger, I could feel it coming before it emerged and tried hard to hold it in, I felt it fill the inside of my lips like a balloon before forcing its way out despite my very tightly clamped muscles. I tried to control it but felt it spread as it soaked my knickers, I could feel that they were warm right up the front and also round to my bum, I prayed I could hold it for a little longer. I really squeezed, god it hurt, it sent shooting pains right up to the very top of my bladder and I gasped in agony, biting my lip and closing my eyes for a moment as I tried to ride the desperate wave. I breathed slowly and shallowly, not wanting to add any pressure to my bladder by inflating my lungs fully, I clenched my fist so tight that I could feel my nails pressing into my palm. I was still standing so adjusted my position and crossed my legs so tightly that my hips hurt, and my muscles were burning, I was shaking and sweating. I held the back of the chair in front of me to steady me as I lifted my knee across the other one in an attempt to continue to hold it in, I forgot where I was for a moment as I desperately tried to stop myself from wetting myself horrendously. Should I just run, it would seem so rude, but at the same time I was so desperate that I was barely holding it and was in genuine danger of completely wetting myself.
I felt everything contract, and I mean everything, the muscles at the side of my tummy as well as my bladder, it felt like everything wanted it out of me, as though my whole body was desperate for relief. I closed my eyes again and tried hard to focus on the words being said as well as holding it in. I felt a trickle escape, it really hurt to try and stop it, but I had to try, I knew I didn't have long before I burst. I couldn't stop the trickle and my already soggy knickers offered no protection, I felt it dribble down my thighs and I adjusted my position with the hope that it would miss my skirt. I fidgeted frantically, bending almost double as I leant heavily on the back of the chair with my legs crossed and my right knee lifted over my left thigh, I sucked air in between my teeth as the agony in my bladder was almost more than I can could stand. I suddenly remembered where I was again and realised, I needed to open my eyes and see whether I'd been noticed, when I did my GM was s
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