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Trapped and bursting

I thought I’d just take 5 minutes to jot down possibly the most cliché thing that has ever happened to me…

On Thursday I headed to work holding an all-night full bladder which was absolutely bursting when I woke. Showering was difficult but somehow I managed to hold on, and the drive to work was insufferable, I vowed that I would pee as soon as I got into work but there was so much to do that I got distracted and although I was aware that my bladder was about to explode I managed to hold it through the morning.

I was upstairs in the stockroom at around 1pm when the urgency hit me with such force that I had to cross my legs tightly, I was mid stock take and fortunately alone so I held myself and pee danced while I completed the last page. As I was about to leave and head to the loo one of my team leaders came upstairs to ask me some questions, I needed a wee so badly that I could barely concentrate on a word she was saying and I had to squeeze everything so tightly that I thought I would rupture something.

I stood there trying desperately not to wet myself whilst also trying to wrap up the conversation quickly so that I could dash to the loo. My legs were crossed and I daren’t move for fear of a flood, it hurt so much that I really couldn’t think of anything other than how desperately I needed the loo. I think my team leader was mid-sentence when I blurted out “I’m sorry, I’m desperate for the loo, I’ve got to go”, I headed towards the stairs but knew I wouldn’t make it so quickly jumped in the goods lift and dragged the doors closed behind me… I pressed the button and held myself as a small squirt of pee escaped.

The lift had barely started to move when it jumped to a halt, this caused another slightly larger squirt. I was so desperate I knew I couldn’t hold it for much longer and cursed myself for not making time to relieve myself earlier! I stabbed at the buttons with my finger but nothing happened, I pee danced furiously, my judgement was clouded by my desperation and I spent a good 5 minutes just standing there trying not to wet myself before remembering that I needed to inform somebody that I was there.

I pressed the alarm button firmly whilst crossing my legs tighter and pressing my free hand into my crotch, after what seemed like an eternity my team leader came to the door and shouted down that she would get help. I hoped she would hurry as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back the flood, I was already dreading wetting myself and being forced to do the walk of shame in front of my rescuers! My only saving grace was that because it was a goods lift there were no cameras inside it so I was free to hold myself and pee dance as much as I needed.

I paced back and forth slowly in the small space, trying not to jolt my bladder too much but taking advantage of the fact that moving legs seemed to help. I managed to hold it pretty well like this for around 15 minutes, carefully and slowly pacing with every ounce of concentration trying to relax and not panic. After that though it suddenly became so painful that I could hardly walk, I was so utterly desperate for a wee I contemplated squatting in a corner and letting go, however with the industrial metal floor there was nothing so soak it up and I would have to face my rescuers knowing that the puddle on the floor came from my bladder… Far too embarrassing!

I knew I had no choice but to try my hardest to hold it and hope that I wouldn’t be stuck for too long. My manager had been along and reassured me that an engineer was on his way but that it could be up to 4 hours, I knew there was absolutely no way on earth I could hold it for anywhere near that long so hoped he would be quick. I unzipped my trousers and placed both hands into my crotch, carefully pressing a single finger onto my pee hole then using the pressure of both hands to press it firmly into place. It really hurt, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them back and gritted my teeth as the pain settled a little.

In that moment I’d have given anything to be able to relieve myself, my abdomen felt as though it was going to explode with the pressure and the pain low down was tremendous but I was absolutely determined not to wet myself. Another 30 minutes passed and the chance of me getting to a loo before the dam burst was becoming less and less likely, I had leaked a substantial amount and was back to trying to ‘walk it off’ but I was so desperate that I could hardly walk!

I shouted up to see if there was any update on an engineer and my team leader said she would go and find out, she had been charged with keeping me company but I wasn’t particularly fussed about company unless that company could get me out or provide me with a bucket or something to pee into! When she eventually returned she said that my manager was calling to get an update, she had come to the floor below me this time and we discovered we could speak using our normal voices rather than shouting.

“You ok?” she asked, “I’m literally bursting for a wee, I don’t think I can hold it for much longer” I replied, I no longer cared who knew it. “Didn’t you go earlier when you said you needed it?” she asked, “Erm, no, that was when I got stuck in the lift, it’s hurting it’s so bad now!” I said through my gritted teeth. “Oh my god I’m surprised you’ve not wet yourself!” she exclaimed, “I’m not far off!” I laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation. She then launched into a tale of the time she had needed a wee the most “Once I was on my way to my Nan’s house on the train and I was desperate for a wee, then the train got stuck and had to stop because someone had jumped in front of a train further down the line so we were there for almost 3 hours before someone finally came and got us off the train and walked us to a coach to take us to the next station. I was absolutely beside myself. I was so desperate that I even considered just letting it go onto the seat, I was wearing a skirt so could have hiked it up and just peed, but I was embarrassed so I held it!”

Suddenly I was fascinated, “Wow, how on earth did you hold it for all that time?” I asked her, “It was okay at first I just needed it badly then it got worse and worse and worse until eventually it was all I could think about and then when they came to get us off the train and onto the coach I had to hold myself while I walked, climbing down the ladder onto the track was almost more than I could manage, I had to really squeeze hard to hold it in or I’d have peed on the guy at the bottom holding the ladder!” she answered, “Oh dear, how on earth did you manage to hold it until the next station on the coach?” I asked, flushing with excitement but trying to play it cool. “Well, walking wasn’t too bad, it seemed to help even though it hurt, but when I got on the coach I had to hold myself again and bounced around on the seat like crazy! There was several of us all in the same state though, there was one woman who peed as soon as we got off the train, she just stooped down where she was and peed, it went on forever she must have been absolutely desperate to resort to that, we were all standing there and she was just peeing in the middle of us all!” she then added “Sorry, it’s probably not helping talking about people weeing while you’re so desperate!”

“Actually it’s taking my mind off it a little for some reason” I answered, eager to continue the conversation I added “So how long had you been holding it, and why didn’t you go before you got on the train?” “Well, I’d been shopping in Birmingham before getting on the train and had drunk a large coffee and a bottle of water, oh and a large coke at McDonalds with my lunch, I realised I needed it while I was stood on the platform but it was a long way to go all the way back up to the station and I didn’t want to miss my train, plus my Nan only lives a few minutes from the train station so I thought I’d be able to go in half an hour or so when I got off the train, little did I know there would be such a delay!” she answered, I could barely move again now from the pressure and pain in my bladder, I was standing with my legs crossed and my hands in my crotch and genuinely thought I was about to lose it.

“It was the worst I’ve ever needed a wee, it hurt so badly that I would have done anything to be able to go! I was looking for a cup or anything that I could just let a bit out into, I even got up and walked to see if there was an empty carriage so I could hide behind a seat and go but there were people in all of them” she said, “I’m surprised you didn’t end up wetting yourself!” I exclaimed, afraid that I was about to do exactly that. “No, I was determined I wasn’t going to do that, I surprised myself with how long I could hold it actually, after an hour I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer but it was more than 4 hours by the time I got to the loo at the next station” she said, sounding proud. “Wow that’s a long time to hold it, I’m not surprised it hurt, I bet you ran to the loo when you got to the station didn’t you?” I enquired, I was squeezing everything but still trickling now, standing with my legs crossed trying to concentrate on my questions and remain part of the conversation despite my bladder beginning to fail in the most painful of ways.

“Well to be honest by the time I got off the train I could hardly walk, my bladder hurt so much and was so hard that when I walked it felt as though it was bouncing and it really hurt and I felt as though if I opened my legs too far I would wee myself! So I had to walk slowly and really squeeze hard, I pretty much waddled to the loo and there was only one cubicle with several people waiting, I literally didn’t think I could hold it any longer and was trying not to hold myself as people were looking so I just stood with my legs crossed so tightly and everything tensed and held on for dear life until it was my turn, I have to admit I had started to pee a little by the time I got to the front of the queue and by the time it was my turn my knickers were damp and my tights had wet streaks down them! It was the best wee EVER!” she proclaimed.

I had fallen silent in desperation, I had to go SO badly that I couldn’t even form a sentence, it hurt like nothing on earth and I was barely holding it despite the squeezing and pressing of my fingers deeply into my pee hole. “Are you okay in there boss?” the team leader asked, “Mmm hmmm!” I replied through gritted teeth, I threw my head back and bit my lip as the pain reached unbearable levels. “I bet you’re about to burst aren’t you? You’ve been in there for two hours!” she said, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, no wonder it was so agonisingly painful, I had been bursting at the seams when I entered the lift! “I’m going to wet myself, is the engineer here yet?” I asked frantically as pee rushed out of my pee hole past my fingers and soaked my crotch leaving a wet patch that ran down my thigh. I tried to hold it but it was just becoming so urgent that I was having real trouble.

“You can hold it, remember me on the train? I thought I was going to wet myself but held it for hours, it hurts but you can hold it!” she replied, “I thought I was going to wet myself when I was talking to you earlier, now it’s actually happening! I really can’t hold it it’s starting to come! PLEASE find someone who can let me out, can you pull the doors open?? Even if you just pass something in like a bucket or something?” I pleaded. I could hear her tugging at the doors and I could hear the outer one open, “Can you open the door? I can see the bottom of the lift!” she said, I had to really hold myself as I pulled open the door, there was a gap at the bottom but it was only about an inch wide, it was no good, she couldn’t pass in a bucket or anything that would help. I thought I was going to cry, I was literally about to burst, my bladder hurt so much and was cramping so badly that I knew I would completely lose it any second.

“Ooh, I know!” she said and I heard her rush off, I was really leaking when she came back but was valiantly trying to hold back the full flood, my trousers were becoming more and more damp though and their pale grey colour was really showing the streaks! I was panicking which didn’t help, “Here! It has no holes as it has to keep the air in, it can be our secret I won’t tell anyone!” she said as she pushed a plastic vacuum storage bag through the tiny gap, “Go into this and pass it back through to me and I will throw it away, I’ll make sure nobody comes while you do it!” she said.

I have never been so grateful in my whole life; I rolled down the top of the huge Ziploc back and made a sort of bucket shape out of the thick plastic. It felt weird pulling down my trousers and knickers but I was so utterly bursting that I soon got over it in favour of relief, I squatted down over the rolled up bag and before I had time to think about it I was letting rip the strongest, fastest wee I have ever known, it could clearly be heard hitting the plastic and it hurt a little to finally be relaxing my sore muscles. It felt hot coming out and I couldn’t stop shaking as I finally felt my poor bladder empty… “Blimey, are you ever going to stop? Do you need another bag?” I heard my team leader just outside the door laughing.

I felt so embarrassed that I stopped peeing almost instantly and just couldn’t start again, I still needed it quite badly but at least I felt a lot better than I had moments before. I lingered over the bag for a while desperately starting to restart the stream to feel the relief of a full bladder but the embarrassment of the situation had overcome the desperation so I knew it was a lost cause. I stood up and sighed with relief before carefully lifting the bag up and meticulously sealed the top of the bag to ensure than none could escape as I squeezed it out of the gap for my ever loyal team leader to dispose of! As I passed it out of the gap I thanked her for her innovation, she had saved me a major embarrassment, particularly since it was another 2 hours before the engineer arrived and another 30 minutes before he managed to free me, by this time my trousers had dried but I was absolutely bursting for a wee again and couldn’t wait to go and sit on a lovely cool toilet and enjoy complete relief!

My team leader hasn’t stopped talking about it every time we’re alone now, and keeps telling me every time she’s desperate for a wee! I may have started something! x



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I would get excited as hell in your situation. Also, it would be justified if you had wet yourself. It shouldn't be embarassing under such circumstances.

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Idk if she’s ever coming back, but I think this might be “Bursting,” who used to post on Experience Project all the time. I was fortunate enough to get all of her stories from someone in the “holdingit.minuteboard” forums, and again from one of the members here after my computer crashed.

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On 12/31/2018 at 10:17 AM, Alex Oxford said:

Idk if she’s ever coming back, but I think this might be “Bursting,” who used to post on Experience Project all the time. I was fortunate enough to get all of her stories from someone in the “holdingit.minuteboard” forums, and again from one of the members here after my computer crashed.

You have her stories!? Dear god, how much so you want for them!!!

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3 hours ago, insomea said:

You have her stories!? Dear god, how much so you want for them!!!

I ought not charge for stories that aren’t mineeee..... How about a crisp high five and we’ll call it even? 😜 

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3 hours ago, Alex Oxford said:

I ought not charge for stories that aren’t mineeee..... How about a crisp high five and we’ll call it even? 😜 

You are a nice man 🙂

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14 hours ago, insomea said:

You are a nice man 🙂

I’ll try and upload it later today 😁

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