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Trixillia, or Trix for short, was a mischievous sprite. She liked playing pranks on cute young women. In particular, she loved using her magic to play pranks so she could watch them squirm with achingly full bladders, desperate to pee. It filled her chaos-loving little heart with joy.

Her latest target had first caught her eye several days ago: a smartly dressed young woman ordering a large iced coffee at a coffee shop. Visions of her soon doing a wiggly “I need to pee” dance flashed through Trix’s mind. Perfect.

Mina was a 27-year-old office worker. She was shy and quiet, but also fashionable and quite vain. She had a lovely face, with striking green eyes, and long dark wavy hair that fell to her mid-back when it was loose, though today she had it pulled back in a ponytail. Only 5’0, she’d become adept at wearing the highest of heels since she was teenager to compensate. Today she was wearing one of her favorite pairs, knockoff designer stilettos with a 4 inch heel in a size six. She was also self-conscious about her weight. She now tipped the scales at 135 lbs. which at her petite height placed her just in the overweight category.

She’d been very busty since high school, having outgrown a D-cup in the ninth grade and gone up several cups sizes before graduating, but her previously slender hips and ass had rounded out as she aged. Though she’d grown into an hourglass figure overall, she’d gotten slightly tubby around her midsection as of late. To disguise this, she frequently wore shapewear under her clothes to work to smooth out the lines of her figure. Basically a girdle, though Trix. Trix loved girdles. She adored the way they applied pressure against a women’s bladder in the service of reining in her figure, thus increasing the urgency when she need to go, and was pleased they’d become more popular once again. She’d had such fun teasing women who’d worn them when they’d last been in fashion, and had fond memories of several who’d wet themselves thanks to her devious machinations.

This morning, since it was fall, Mina had selected a soft navy blue turtleneck sweater and a high waisted gray pencil skirt, along with sheer pantyhose. But this, plus the layer of restrictive shapewear that nipped in her waist and smoothed her hips and bottom under the tight skirt, left her sweltering in line on the unseasonably warm autumn day.

So when it was finally her turn to order, she decided on a large iced coffee once again. “Venti pumpkin cream cold brew, please.” 24 oz. of iced coffee sounded perfect! So refreshing.

Trix giggled to herself as she watched Mina begin to eagerly drink her iced coffee. She was going to have so much fun tormenting this cutie.

By the time Mina had arrived at work half an hour later, she’d polished off the iced coffee, and tossed the empty cup in the trash on her way to her desk. She sat down, and began to check her email. After about fifteen minutes, she started to feel the need to relieve herself. She began to get up, but was interrupted gorukle escort by the phone ringing again – and again, and again. Another fifteen minutes and several satisfied customers later, she got up from her desk and started moving towards the women’s restroom.

Her boss, thanks to a charm spell from Trix, popped out of his office to block her way. “Good morning, Mina!”

“Good morning sir,” she responded, flustered.

“Say, would you like to try some hot apple cider? I brought it from my family’s orchard to share with everyone.”

“Oh…” Mina’s eyes darted toward the hallway that led to the women’s room. How long could this possibly take?

Her boss had already started in the direction of the breakroom. “I’m so excited to share it with you.”

“Ah… yes, of course, I’d love to try some.” Mina followed him, squeezing her legs together as she walked. Maybe he’d let her take a cup back to her desk and she could wait to drink it until after she went to the bathroom. “Ah,” thought Trix, “But what would be the fun in that for *me,* my dear Mina?” Her boss pulled out a mug from the cabinet and scooped in two ladlefuls from a crockpot, which he had filled with cider and mulling spices. He passed her full mug. “Sorry, I just turned on the crockpot so it’s only warm, not hot yet. Here, try it!”

She held the warm mug with both hands. “It smells divine,” she said, inhaling the spiced aroma but not drinking.

He sensed her hesitation. “Come on,” he implored. “It’s from my grandfather’s recipe.”

She cautiously took a sip. It *was* delicious, but not delicious enough to distract her from her need to pee. “Wow, this is really good!”

“Isn’t it though? I’m so glad you like it. Come on, drink up! I brought plenty to share!” It was clear a single sip wasn’t going to be enough. Mina’s bladder whimpered in protest, but with her boss’s eyes on her, she continued to drink while he told her about his family’s orchard. And warm cider, at that. It seemed the ideal temperature to keep drawing her awareness to her increasingly fierce need to urinate. But he kept talking, telling her about types of apples and juice extraction methods, seemingly oblivious to the way Mina had started to shift her weight back and forth and jiggle first one leg, then the other, as she slowly drained the mug. If she stopped drinking for more than thirty seconds or so, he’d look at her expectantly until she obediently took another sip. It felt as if he wanted to make sure she drank every last drop while they were both standing there. “Oh, he does,” Trix thought. “Thanks to the charm I put on him, he’s not going to let you leave the breakroom until you drink every bit of apple cider in that mug!” One of her favorite ways to torment her targets was to trick them into drinking even more when they already had to go, worsening their predicament. She was delighting in Mina’s struggle to politely finish the pour of apple cider she’d been served, while trying to ignore bursa görükle escort the growing pressure of her already flooded bladder.

Finally, after she’d learned more about the process of making apple cider than she’d ever wanted to know, Mina finished the last of it. She shifted uncomfortably, but made an effort to smile as she handed her boss the empty mug. “Thanks so much, sir! That was delicious.”

“You’re welcome, Mina! Feel free to come back for more later!”

Trix grinned. Mina had risen to the challenge admirably. Now that her target was absolutely full to bursting with fluid, it was time for the rest of Trix’s plan to fall into place.

Between the venti cold brew that had almost entirely made its way through her system by now and that mug of warm apple cider following closely on its heels, Mina’s need to urinate was quite dire. She darted towards the women’s restroom of her office only to find it blocked off with yellow caution tape.

A custodial worker passing by sensed her confusion and said, “The ladies’ bathroom on this floor is out of order, miss.” With a little help from me, thought Trix. She’d used her magic to cause the plumbing to malfunction, knowing they wouldn’t be able to get it fixed for at least a few hours.

Unbelievable. Mina knew the second through fourth floors had been closed to the public for several months due to renovations, so that meant the only other women’s restroom in her building was the one way up on the fifth floor. “Goodness,” she thought, gritting her teeth. She could feel her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. “I hope I can make it.” Clenching her pelvic muscles, trying to be discreet about the fact she was squirming from her desperate need to relieve herself, she quickly walked down the hall to the bank of elevators and pressed the button to go up. She waited a minute, jiggling her left leg slightly with agitation and fidgeting with the waist band of her skirt, which felt far too tight against her bloated tummy, even with the shapewear cinching her in. It took her that long in her distracted state to notice there were signs on the doors of both elevators. OUT OF ORDER.

“The elevators are out too?” Mina groaned in frustration. Trix gave a naughty smile. She could sense Mina’s ever-increasing desperation and it gave her a warm, tingling feeling of satisfaction. Making women feel this way was one of her favorite things. “Sorry princess, your bathroom’s on another floor – and you’re going to have to take the stairs. Hope you don’t wet yourself on the way!”

Fortunately, the door to the stairwell was right next to the elevators. But here, Mina faced a daunting task: climbing four steep flights of stairs in heels with an overflowing bladder. Great. She was squirming with every step she took, squeezing her thighs against each other as she climbed to try to reduce the feeling of urgency. Normally, the shapewear she favored felt like a comforting hug holding her jiggly bits in place, but right now, the combination of the compressive girdle, control top pantyhose, and snug, unforgiving fit of the pencil skirt over her hips and stomach felt like it was trying to juice the urine right out of her swollen bladder. It was pure torture. “This must have been what those apples felt like when they were pressed to make cider!” she thought, trying to make light of her desperate situation as she made her way up the stairs.

After the first flight she paused to take off her heels and carry them. She was alone in the stairwell and could climb the stairs more easily without them on, after all. But the cement steps with their metal nosing were ice cold against her stocking-covered feet, and somehow that made her already overwhelming need to pee even more intense. By the time she reached the top of the fourth flight, she was winded and felt like a water balloon about to burst from being overfilled.

Trix knew that if she used magic to tease Mina in that moment; say, fairy fingers to tickle her behind her left knee through her stockings, the poor girl would have certainly voided her bladder right then and there on the landing, her piss cascading down the stairs like a golden waterfall. But sometimes the desperation sprite could be merciful, indulgent even. “Let’s see if this cutie can make it to the toilet!”

Mina exited the stairwell and immediately spotted the women’s bathroom. “Oh, thank god!” she muttered. She entered, dropped her stilettos by the door, and checked the stalls. The first was occupied. The second was empty, but clogged. The third and final stall had pee all over the seat. “Well, I’m not so merciful that I wouldn’t put up just one more hurdle! I am the desperation sprite after all; I can’t go too easy on you,” Trix giggled to herself. Mina recoiled and looked for toilet paper to clean it off, but the dispenser in this stall was empty. For a moment she considered using it as is, and hovering over the seat, but then she groaned and checked the second stall again. “Aha!” she exclaimed, grabbing a loose roll of toilet paper from the top of the tank. Returning to the third stall, she wiped the seat dry and dropped the used toilet paper in the bowl.

Finally, a clean, operational, unoccupied toilet!

Without a moment to spare, Mina hiked up her skirt, pulled down her pantyhose, snapped open the gusset in the crotch of her shapewear – her fingers shaking from urgency – sat on the toilet and let loose a thick steam of piss for what had to have been a solid minute. She could feel the tension release from every muscle in her body that she’d been holding taut for well over an hour, and sighed audibly. Ah, sweet relief!

Trix laughed uproariously. The expression on Mina’s face as she finally relieved herself was priceless. Normally after pranking someone like this she moved on to the next target, but she had quite enjoyed tormenting this woman. She was very pretty, if a little chubby in a curvaceous way, and it had been so fun to watch her squirm. And based on this morning, she seemed to be reasonably impressive in her ability to hold it. Trix was curious to test her limits.

If the desperation sprite had her way, Mina was in for a world of bladder-bursting trouble.

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