The Program

Heather hesitantly stepped out of her car and walked towards the gym entrance. She felt nervous and excited at the same time. She was finally addressing her weight concerns with this three–month program. A 5“9 natural blonde with a busty build, she had been the talk of her high school in her younger years. Now 28 years old and a manager at the local Walmart, she had seen her weight skyrocket nearly twenty pounds in past eighteen months, following a bitter break–up with a boyfriend of three years. Despite the weight gain, she still got plenty of lustful stares from men when she walked around the store.Heather showed her ID to the brunette at the front desk and was directed to Training Room B, down the hall on the left side. She opened the door to find women stretching on the mats already. Most of them were in very good shape, showing off trim bodies in tight yoga pants and sports bras. Heather was glad to see a few chubbier girls as well; she didn’t want to feel out of place.The instructor, Joanne, arrived at 5:30 on the dot. She was a smaller brunette and quite the stunner. She couldn’t have been over 5“4 and 120 pounds, but commanded authority the moment she walked into the room. With a sharp blast of her whistle, she had the girls on their feet following her lead. After five minutes of intense stretching, there were sets of rapid–fire warm up exercises, alternating between jumping jacks, push–ups, and sit–ups. One hour later, the session was over and Heather had barely survived it. Several women had quit early and Heather was wondering how she could possibly last through three months of sheer torture. She started to drag herself out of the gym with the other girls, before stubbornly turning around to find her instructor.“Yes,” Joanne acknowledged, as she packed up equipment around the gym. Heather began by introducing herself. “Hello, I’m Heather. Can I speak with you for a few minutes?“Joanne responded with a quick smile and a nod, encouraging her to continue. “I really want to lose weight, but I think I might be too far behind the other girls to keep up with the program.“Joanne finally looked up from the bag of jump–ropes she had been tying. “You know, I saw you struggling through some of the exercises today, but I’m glad you didn’t quit on me. Of course, this is only the first day, so the workouts will get tougher as things move along. It’s really all a question of will– sticking with this program is a decision only you can make.“Heather, a little surprised the blunt answer, questioned further. “Is there anything else I can do” You know” to catch up a little quicker other than this?” She waved the program laying out the daily exercise and diet schedule Joanne had handed out to the girls. Joanne hesitated before answering, “Well there is something.” The next day, Heather woke up refreshed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so soundly. As she rolled out of bed, she realized just how much her body ached. She ignored the pain and walked right into the shower, a nice benefit of sleeping in the nude. She turned the handle while peeing into the drain at her feet, then moaned as hot water rained down on her aching body. After twenty minutes of directing the showerhead at her neck, back, arms and legs, she turned the dial to produce a hard, direct stream on her clitoris. She rubbed along with the shower head, climaxing hard in three minutes flat. She bit down hard on her lip to stifle her scream, knowing her neighbours were already up and starting their own day on the other side of the apartment wall.Heather felt excited as she pulled on a fresh pair of white cotton panties. Last night, Joanne had given her a supplementary program to expedite her weight loss. Joanne had promised that if she stuck with the two programs, there would be rapid results. However, she had warned Heather there could be problems if she didn’t follow the instructions carefully.Heather pulled on the special tights Joanne had given her. They were a very snug fight and went up all the way to her bra. The special clothing was designed to ‘tuck in’ her figure over time. As Heather finished dressing in her usual work attire, jeans and a full sleeve shirt under the Walmart uniform vest, she couldn’t help from noticing how pleasant the skin–tight cloth felt against her vagina. She undid her jeans to finger the camel–toe that had formed through the tights.The first item on the special program instructed to drink two glasses of water to cut down the dieter’s appetite prior to consuming exactly half of the regular program’s breakfast. That meant a half bowl of salad without dressing, one egg white, a half–slice of toast, and orange juice. After breakfast, Heather glanced at the program again before heading off to work. It said to urinate in one hour. That seemed odd to say the least– a program that told you exactly when to pee. Nevertheless, she would have to follow the instructions perfectly, as she had promised Joanne.An hour later, Heather was feeling a slight need to pee and made her way to the toilet, right on schedule. She was surprised to feel any need to pee at all this soon. There were only two toilets in the store, both employees only. Finding the ladies side vacant, Heather walked in and started removing the many layers of clothes. She found it impossible to pull down the tights without stripping down to her bra first. After two minutes of further struggling, she was able to get the tights down. By then, someone had knocked at the door and tried the handle. Whoever it was, she would just have to wait.As Heather pulled down her panties and sat down, there was more frantic knocking at the door. “Just a minute!” she called out to the person outside.“P–please hurry, I’m going to wet my pants!” pleaded the woman desperately.Heather didn’t recognize the voice, but hurried up anyways. She wiped and yanked her panties up. Getting the tights back on was a struggle though. The woman pleaded for her to hurry again. Now Heather was getting annoyed. “I’m being as quick as I possibly can! Who are you anyway? I don’t even recognize your voice and customers sure aren’t allowed back here!”“Please, I’m sorry but I asked for permission from one of the staff. I’m eight months pregnant and I really, really need to GO!“Immediately, Heather regretted getting cross with the poor lady so close to helplessly disgracing herself on the other side of the door. She yanked her tights up to her waist, deciding to pull them up all the way outside, threw on her shirt, and unlocked the door with jeans and vest still in hand. The pregnant woman was in tears, with both hands in her crotch and dancing desperately. “Oh dear, thank you!” she gasped as Heather stepped out of the bathroom. As she staggered desperately into the bathroom, she wailed, “Oh God, no.. NO! NO!“Wet streaks ran down on the woman’s loose–fit maternity pants as she rushed to the toilet and sat down, still fully dressed. As she tearfully emptied her irritated bladder through her clothing, Heather quietly shut the bathroom door. She felt horrible about what had just happened to the poor lady and knew what she had to do. She finished dressing herself and yelled for the woman to remain in the washroom. Heather made her way to the reserve stock to find a baggy pair of sweatpants and a plastic bag. She went back into the ladies to apologize to the bawling woman, leaving her with the dry pants to change into when she was ready to leave.Heather checked her program, which told her to drink another glass of water to avoid feeling hungry. She grabbed a water bottle on her way back to the retail area. It turned out that a number of problems had sprung up in the past ten minutes, leaving her with a giant mess to sort out as the only manager in the store at the moment. By the time all the issues had been resolved, Heather was so rattled that she accidently reread the third step on her schedule and opened another bottle of water. Realizing her mistake a few gulps later, she decided to continue drinking the bottle, rather than wastefully disposing it.Before she knew it, things got busy again and Heather’s focus was back on work. Thirty minutes later, she glanced at the program again; it said to pee again in ten minutes. Things were so busy today and she had just gone! Taking another ten minutes to remove all those clothes when she didn’t have to pee seemed like a huge inconvenience. Heather decided to ignore the schedule and just go to the bathroom when the need arose.What Heather didn’t realize was her bladder was filling at an alarmingly quick rate she wasn’t at all accustomed to. Fifteen minutes after she was ‘supposed’ to pee, she found herself craving relief. Unfortunately, she was stuck helping a customer find an item while another waited patiently behind her.Immediately after she finished with the second customer, an old man who took five whole minutes to explain what kind of zipper binder he wanted, an emergency call came from the checkouts. By then, Heather was crossing her legs in desperation. She was just now realizing that she had miscalculated how fast her need to pee was increasing. As a result of drinking so much more than usual, her kidneys were in overdrive mode. Also, she was noticing the added strain on her bladder from the snug tights.Five agonizing minutes later, she finally got the cash register working and left the booth. Once out of view of the checkout line, she discreetly lowered her hand to press down hard on her pussy as she walked. She HAD to get to a toilet soon or she would wet herself.Before Heather could get into the ‘staff only’ area, she was intercepted by a mother with two kids. Before the customer could say anything, Heather asked “Can I please help you in a moment? I’m actually grabbing something for another customer.” The mother stared questioningly at her crotch and continued, “Actually, I just need this red shirt in Small. Since you’re walking back there, can you just check if you have it?“Too desperate to argue, Heather grabbed the shirt and rushed through the grey door in front of her, finally free from annoying customers. Now, just a few more steps to relief! As she rounded the corner, she saw someone disappear into the ladies. What bad luck! Not wanting to seem as desperate as she was, Heather resisted knocking and leaned against the wall clutching her womanhood for dear life. A long minute passed by with still no sign of the woman coming out. Heather couldn’t wait any longer and knocked at the door. “Sorry, I’m gonna be a while!” the occupant yelled. Heather recognized the voice, but was far too desperate to figure out who it was.She felt a squirt dribble into her panties. Deciding she was far too close to an accident to worry about rules, Heather hobbled over to the men’s washroom and tried the door. It was locked. Feeling desperate and trapped, Heather shuffled her way back to the ladies and pounded on the door again.“Take it easy out there. You’ll have your turn soon enough!” the lady replied. Setting her pride aside, Heather wailed, “Please let me in– I’m about to pee myself!”“I’m putting my clothes back on! Give me one minute!” Heather heard the toilet flush, which caused another squirt to escape into her panties. She wondered if she had made a wet spot on her jeans yet, but dared not move her hand to check. Ten seconds later, she squirted yet again and barely halted the flow with sheer will. She felt the warm wetness drip into her hand and knew there was now visible evidence on her jeans for the world to see. Her bladder was very close to bursting point; the next squirt would definitely be the end of the battle– she would wet her jeans at work.Josh, a cute 18 year old cashier, exited the men’s washroom and walked by. “Hi Heather,” he started, before noticing the large wet patch on his manager’s busty ass. He froze in his tracks, speechless. Heather felt herself burn red, very embarrassed over peeing herself in front of a co–worker, a cute guy no less.Finally the door opened, with the emerging woman offering an apology. “Sorry about the wait, it’s just this weight loss program I’m doing.” Joanne had just emerged from the washroom! The shock was enough to make Heather lose control once again and this time there was no retaining the flood. She surrendered to her bladder, releasing hot piss into her jeans. The powerful waterfall cascaded down her legs to form a massive puddle on the floor. Horrified at what she was doing, Heather stared helplessly at Joanne who just chuckled and turned to walk away with a departing phrase. “Well– don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”
By: Full Bladder