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 ï>¿Ffion's summer camp by EthanDalton123

   I shuffled around on the sofa, trying to lighten some of the work my
hands were doing.  My arms were becoming tired after being held over my
chest for so long, my bare shoulders starting to ache.  I readjusted my
posture, attempting and failing to extract more warmth from the cushions
below and behind me.  For someone wearing nothing but a pair of tight lycra
shorts, it really was very cold.

   But my exhausted arms and low body temperature were hardly my most
pressing concern.

   I hadn't been to the toilet since the party earlier that evening, and my
body was telling me it was time to go again.

   As I'd predicted, the kids had grown bored of me, but they would quickly
take an interest again if I moved.  And if Adam knew it was because I
needed the toilet...

   No.  I had decided to remain where I was and wait for an opportunity to
sneak to the bathroom unnoticed.

   But my bladder wasn't as large as I thought it was.  Or maybe I'd just
consumed far too much food and drink.  I crossed over my right leg over my
left, bare toes repeatedly curling and uncurling.  Pursing my lips, I
fidgeted uncomfortably where I sat, trying to placate my swollen bladder.

   I threw my head back and looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of
something, anything, to take my mind off distended bladder, pressing up on
my stomach, fit to burst...

   No!  I had to distract myself I cast my gaze around the room, looking
for something to focus all own my attention on.  But out of the corner of
my eye...a bare shoulder.  Mine.  Because Adam had stolen my t-shirt. 
However, the embarrassment of that would be nothing compared to the
humiliation I would feel if my bladder released like an out-of-control fire
hose, like a river breaking through all dam.  A river...water.  Liquid.  So
much liquid inside me, threatening to explode out-

   It was no good.  If I sat there, I would wet myself sooner or later
(probably sooner).  Reluctantly, I rose unsteadily to my bare feet, not
wanting to disturb my insides too much.  I spotted the bathroom on the far
side of the room.  Checking that my arms were still crushing my large
breasts, hiding them from view, I padded over.

   Shifting one arm to cover both breasts, I used my free hand to reach for
the door handle: it was locked.

   Shit.

   I knocked repeatedly on the wood.

   "Can you hurry up in there, please?"

   "There's no one in there, Ffion."

   I spun around, bare back resting against the cold door, kicking
insistently with my left foot, hoping that Adam was bluffing.

   "Why is the door locked than?" I asked, registering the panic in my
voice.

   "So you have to wet yourself, dur," Adam rolled his eyes at me as his
friends laughed.

   "OK, very funny," I remarked, both hands back across my chest "Unlock
this door right now," I commanded with as much authority as I could muster,
but too late; Adam had control of the room.

   "You're a big girl, I'm sure you can hold it," he teased.  "But if you
show me your boobs, I'll let you in."

   "Not happening!" I stated, glaring at Adam and crossing my legs tightly.

   "I guess you'll be wetting yourself then," Adam shrugged, his statement
greeted by more laughs.

   "Fine," I huffed, refusing to give in to his wishes.  He was right, I
was a big girl.  If I could hold my bladder for exams, I could hold it now.

   I strode backwards and forwards on bare feet, twitching and fidgeting in
a vain attempt to placate my full bladder.  My arms rose and fell as I
breathed deeply, struggling to retain control of my body.

   I was soon perspiring with the effort, and bent double in pain.  My eyes
became blurry with tears, but I furiously blinked them back.  Despite
completely losing my composure, I was impressed with myself that I'd
managed to keep my arms folded over my breasts.

   "Please, Adam," I begged as I sagged against the bathroom door.  I
didn't care that I had resorted to begging, I needed to get into that
bathroom!

   "Move your arms and I'll let you in!"

   "Come on!  You're taking this too far!" I felt tears splashing down onto
my forearms.  My shoulders were screaming, but still I kept my arms in
position.

   "And it wasn't too far when you made me wet myself?" Adam asked my
coldly.

   "Look...Adam...I'm so sorry about that...I shouldn't have acted that
way...please don't do this..."

   "You're the one making me do this.  All you have to do-"

   "I'M NOT SHOWING YOU MY FUCKING TITS!" I screamed, completely losing my
head.  "GET THE FUCKING MESSAGE!  CAN'T YOU SEE I'M FUCKING EMBARRASSED! 
YOU CAN'T TREAT ME LIKE THIS!  NOW OPEN THIS-"

   But the words died in my throat.  My bright red face rapidly drained of
all colour, a whimper escaped my lips and I looked down, terrified.

   Finally, my bladder gave way.  Like a dam bursting, a torrent of piss
flooded into my shorts, weighing them down.  My calfs were doused in a
waterfall which cascaded onto my feet.

   I don't know how long it went on for.  It felt like hours.  Roaring
laughter rang in my ears as for the first time since I was a little girl, I
wet myself.

   Utterly defeated, I sank to my knees, before flopping forwards and
curling tightly into the fetal position, not caring that I was lying in a
pool of my own pee.

   Adam had won.

   I'm not a religious person, but at that moment, I prayed to God, any
God, for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.