I once woke up in the morning extra bursting to pee, but someone was in the bathroom and as I lay in bed holding myself and waiting for them to finish, I somehow fell back asleep. When I woke again, I was still holding myself and literally burning down there to pee, but once again, someone was in the bathroom and I was too shy to knock. I ran back to my bedroom clutching myself and sat on the bed waiting. It was of the EXTREME urgence that I pee right away, but the occupant wasn't leaving. I pushed my fingers into my pee hole as hard as I could and rocked on the edge of the bed. I sat on my heel when my fingers were tired and I danced around the room straining every muscle I had down there trying to hold it all in. I even grabbed a big stuffed animal, straddled it to put pressure on my pussy and rocked away. I was squeezing so hard it was making me sweat but I could feel myself starting to pee. I knew I had to do something and fast, so I dragged my dolls' bath tub out from under the bed and squatted. It was such a long pee that the bath almost overflowed - and this was one of those big baths for those huge baby-size dolls that I managed to save from childhood. I was so very relieved, but also angry at myself for not being able to hold it as I hated not being in control of my boddy. Later I snuck into the bathroom with the pee bath and dumped it in the sink. That was one of the most desperate morning pees I've ever had.