holditin 230 Posted July 10, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted July 10, 2018 Hello all! So with the Holding It board currently down (permanently? Who knows...), I figured I'd post my latest story on here! Of course, it features long hold times and big bladders, so hopefully it will be enjoyed by those who really like those sorts of things! Emily Gets a Date By Holditin “Oh, fine, Sara, fine. If you insist…..yes, yes. But I want you to know that I’m only doing this for you, not for me! And only because you’re pestering me about it so much,” Emily talked into the phone good-naturedly, with her best friend Sara on the other end of the line. “You’ll like him, I promise, Em! Really, just give him a chance!” Sara pleaded, even though her case was already won. “You’ve promised that about the last few as well, Sara. Don’t think I don’t remember! But like I said, just find out when he’s free and we can make some plans…at least I won’t have to pay for my dinner one night, right?” Emily retorted, again with a smile on her face. Sara agreed and they ended the call, and Emily went to her sitting room to put her feet up and try and relax. Here she was, 32 years of age, single and with no prospects of changing that, save the men that Sara was constantly digging up to try and set her up with. Sara, perfect Sara, who had the body that Emily didn’t have, who always had the men chasing after her, who always knew just what to say. Not that Emily minded, not really, because she wasn’t the best at conversation, and she could care less about the latest pop culture and sports and things that most men seemed to be into these days, but she couldn’t deny that she was lonely. Sitting for another evening, cooped up by herself in her cramped one bedroom apartment, she was definitely lonely, and Sara was always doing her best to drag Emily out of her comfort zone. Emily both appreciated it and hated Sara for it, sometimes all at once. But when Sara started going on and on about her new coworker Dale and how he would be perfect for Emily, well….Emily wasn’t really in a position to say no. She’d already turned down the last 4 or 5 guys that Sara had attempted to put her on a date with. Eventually the date was set up, with Sara acting as an intermediary, because as Emily put it, “How am I supposed to talk on the phone with someone I’ve never met?? What would I possibly say??” “How about ‘Hi, I’m Emily. How are you?’” Sara suggested with a laugh, but Emily was having none of it, so Sara had agreed to speak with Dale to set up a time. At least Sara had no problems with Emily’s schedule to work around, because as usual, Emily’s weekend schedule did not consist of much. So on a cold, dreary Friday morning, Emily awoke with the knowledge that she’d be meeting Sara’s latest muse that night for dinner. She got up, used the toilet, and dressed herself for work. All throughout the work day Emily couldn’t concentrate, as her nerves were getting the better of her. ‘What if he doesn’t like me? How could he possibly like me? What if he expects me to look like Sara and then sees….me? Maybe I should call the whole thing off… No, I can’t do that to Sara, but goodness, why must she keep putting me in such predicaments…’ The thoughts went on and on through Emily’s head. Truth be told, while Emily was not up to Sara’s perfect 10 standard of beauty, she was not the ugly broad she made herself out to be. Sure, she wasn’t as fit as she could be, but she certainly was not a large lady. She was just blessed with well-proportioned hips and a flatter chest, as opposed to Sara’s amazing hourglass figure. The fact that Emily did not dress to appear sexy also did not help her cause with the opposite sex, as she came off much more “librarian” than “single and ready to mingle”. Finally Emily returned home from work, with little time to spare before her date. With haste, she changed into her normal post-work attire, which was certainly for prioritizing comfort over looks. Emily checked herself over in the mirror, and was just about to walk out the door, when a voice spoke out in her head and shrewdly convinced her that perhaps, just once, she should put in some effort and try to dress a little bit cuter. She still wasn’t about to be provocative, but Emily hurriedly changed from her frumpy clothing into a nice yellow sundress, which managed to show the slightest hint of chest. ‘At least now I can tell Sara I tried…’ Emily told herself to ease her conscience. Emily got into her car (a VW Bug that Emily thought was just the cutest thing), and 15 minutes later she was pulling into the parking lot of the steakhouse that Sara had arranged for her to meet Dale at. Emily exited her car, took a sharp breath, considered getting right back in the car, and then threw her head back and decided she had no choice. Walking with small steps, she stepped out of her comfort zone and into the restaurant. Emily scanned the tables and did not see any that were occupied by just a single person. ‘Everyone here already has someone…’ she thought, not exactly liking her brain pointing out something like this at the moment. It was one thing to feel lonely at home, but quite another to do so in public. A hostess appeared and Emily told her that she was just waiting for someone, and went back to the seating near the front doors. There were already a few families taking up most of the available space, their young children running around like wild animals, so Emily took the first free seat she saw, right next to a balding gentleman who appeared to be at the same time content and yet on edge. “Pardon me,” Emily said as her purse made contact with his leg, “I’m just waiting for someone…” The man looked up briefly, “Oh, that’s ok. It seems I’m in the same boat!” And so they sat, closer together than they would have liked, and certainly closer than Emily felt comfortable with, but the little monsters darting to and fro made sure to take up every bit of space they could. After five minutes, Emily glanced at her watch, and after another five, she did it again. This second time, Emily noticed her seatmate flick his eyes in her direction. There was some sweat visible on the back of his neck, and it was beginning to stain the collar of his blue button up shirt. He was dressed rather nicely, between the buttoned shirt and the finely pressed khaki pants, and to Emily he gave off the impression of someone who didn’t dress this way often. Why, those khakis looked like they hadn’t been worn more than a dozen times since they left the store. Perhaps… Just as Emily’s mind started to work things out, the man peered furtively once more, then turned to face her and said, “You know, I’m sorry, I may be making a big fool out of myself, but your name isn’t Emily, is it? I’ve got this colleague at work who’s been dying to set me up on a date, but I don’t get out that much. But it seems that whoever you’re waiting for hasn’t shown up yet…” Emily stuttered briefly, but then asked the man, “Are you Dale?”, to which he nodded the affirmative. Emily began to laugh, “Well, Dale, fancy meeting you right here in the lobby after all! What a good first impression this must be!” Dale started a nervous laugh of his own, “Oh, that’s quite alright. Imagine if we’d just been sitting here all night, waiting for our date to arrive before going home when the place closed! That would have been something to remember, but probably not in a good way!” Emily arose and scurried out from the waiting area, leaving the loudmouthed children and their uncaring parents behind, and motioned for Dale to follow, “Come on, then, let’s at least get a table! While those kids can certainly cover up some awkward silences when we run out of conversation, I’d still rather sit and eat while we get to know each other.” Dale agreed and followed Emily back to the hostess, who led them to a table in the far corner of the steakhouse. They ate and talked, and when they had each had their fill of food, the two talked some more. There were silences, there were moments when neither knew what to say, but overall Emily found herself having a good time. Dale was perhaps a little too earnest, but she could tell that he meant well, and he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company. ‘That’d be a first!’ Emily thought to herself ruefully, but this evening her blossoming good mood could not be ruined even by her cynical nature. The two had taken to just requesting refills on their beverages to have an excuse to stay at the table without their waitress threatening to ask them to leave, as the steakhouse was still crowded even as afternoon turned to evening, and after their second refill had been delivered, Dale slid out of the booth and told her, with just the slightest amount of red on his face, “Well, dear, I’m afraid I have to hit the john before I can continue our lovely conversation. Would you like me to show you the location of the ladies’ room as well? I’ve been to this place before and they keep the bathrooms hidden away back near the kitchen…” Emily waved him along, “Oh no, Dale, you go right ahead! I’m just fine yet.” Dale nodded and continued to the bathroom to relieve his full bladder, and a few minutes later he returned and they picked up right where they had left off. They chatted another hour and as their conversation was finally beginning to wind down, Dale gestured to Emily’s now-empty glass and asked, “Are you quite sure you don’t want me to show you to the ladies’ room before we depart? You don’t have to be shy about it – I’d hate for you to get caught short on the way home.” Emily smiled and shook her head, “Oh Dale, thank you, it’s nice to be with a gentleman for a change, but I’m alright.” At this, Dale whistled in amazement and noted playfully, “That’s impressive – I wish I had your bladder! I thought women couldn’t hold it as well as men, but I guess you’re the exception!” When the words left his mouth, Dale had a mildly embarrassed look on his face, like perhaps he’d taken this line of conversation too far, but Emily began to giggle, and she exclaimed, “Sara is always telling me the same thing! What a lark she is. She’s got every girl’s perfect figure, but when we’re out drinking she’ll have to pop away after every drink, and she’ll say ‘I would trade my curves for your bladder any day!’” Dale nodded in response, and soon after they took their leave, and Emily noticed that he was once again sweating like he was when he was first waiting for her. They stood by the front entrance of the steakhouse for a few more minutes, still enjoying their conversation, before Dale finally asked if Emily would like to see him again. Emily thought for only a moment and then replied, “You know what, I actually really would like to see you again, Dale. I try to tell Sara I’m not the dating type, and she keeps trying to set me up with men, but this is the first time I’ve really enjoyed myself on one of these dates.” Dale’s face brightened immediately, and he asked, “So I’ll call you and we can set something up?” Emily nodded, “I think I’d like that.” With that, they shared a hesitant hug and departed. When Emily returned home that night, she couldn’t help but notice that she was carrying slightly more energy than normal. It was an energy that she couldn’t place, but it was simmering underneath her calm exterior. She found it difficult to concentrate, and after a long while she came to the conclusion that she really did like Dale very much. ‘He’s good company, he’s a handsome guy, and he’s…..nice. He’s quite, quite nice.’ Emily thought to herself as she readied for bed. As she fell asleep, Emily had more hope for her dating life than she’d had in the last few years combined. The next day, Emily was still buzzing with energy. She’d decided that Dale was a great fellow, and after a full night of sleep she seemed to like him even more than she had the previous day. She was also desperate for him to call to set up their next date, her heart fluttering about like she was a teenager again. ‘Hmmm…but how long is appropriate to wait before calling after a first date? I hope he doesn’t dawdle long!’ Emily thought to herself. Thankfully, it seemed that Dale was of a similar mind, because that afternoon Emily’s cell phone rang and she was pleasantly surprised to see Dale’s name come up. “Hello Emily, I hope this isn’t too soon,” Dale began with a hitch, but Emily quickly assured him, “Oh no, really it’s fine! I’ve been thinking of you a lot and I was hoping you would call sooner rather than later!” Dale breathed an audible sigh of relief and when he began speaking again, Emily could tell that he was much calmer. Before long, they had set up their second date for the following weekend, and after they hung up the phone, Emily grumbled to herself good-naturedly about having to wait an entire week before seeing Dale again. “I should have told him to meet me today!” she said with a frustrated laugh. The next week dragged on like no other, but after what seemed like much more than a mere seven days, the weekend was finally upon them, and Dale and Emily could see each other once more. They had agreed on a trip to the zoo for their second date, and Emily found that the night before, she was so excited that she couldn’t get to sleep. Finally she dozed off, well later than she intended, with the result that she slept right through her alarm in the morning. Emily woke up to the sun, already high in the sky, streaming through her window and hitting her in the face. Tiredly, she checked her phone, then snapped up and checked it once more. 10:30! She had agreed to meet Dale at the zoo at 11! Emily couldn’t bear the thought of being late, and so she scampered about, dressing in a new cami and some capris. She tugged on her sneakers and glanced at the clock again. There was no time to spare, so Emily quickly pinned up her hair and put a ball cap over it. She walked right passed her bathroom, despite the fact that she was in such a rush that she hadn’t even had a morning pee. But Emily had peed before bed around midnight, and in any case, she knew that her bladder was much too large to be troubled by one night’s accumulation of urine, so she headed out the door and sped off. Emily arrived at the zoo at 11:10, cursed at her watch for not showing her the time she wanted to see, and briskly parked her car and began walking towards the entrance area. After a few minutes, she found Dale craning his neck amongst the crowded gates, and they exchanged a brief hug before buying their tickets and entering. Dale had wanted to pay for Emily’s ticket, but Emily would have none of it and insisted they split things 50/50. “You’re a rare lady, Em, you know that?” Dale said when she put down her money for the ticket, and Emily had decided that this was a fine compliment, indeed. She made a mental note to remind herself to thank Sara profusely for setting her up with such a thoughtful man. The two began walking down one of the many pathways, chit-chatting about this and that, and Emily told Dale brightly, “You know, I was really looking forward to this, and I’m so sorry I was a bit late! I didn’t mean to be!” Dale shook his head and rubbed her back, “It’s really no problem, Emily. I don’t mind waiting a little bit if it means I get to have such good company for the rest of the day!” Emily appreciated that, but she still wanted to get her point across, “Oh, I really did try though, Dale! I just couldn’t sleep last night – I guess I was more excited to see you again than I thought. But when I missed my alarm this morning, I got right up. All I did was throw on this outfit and drive straight here. I didn’t even use the toilet this morning, or have any breakfast! Speaking of which…could we stop by one of the food vendors, do you think? I really am much hungrier than I thought!” Dale was quick to reply, “Of course, Emily, why didn’t you say so? We’ll stop by the bathrooms as well. I was up early and it’s been a few hours for me, so I definitely need to take a leak, but I’m sure you must be downright uncomfortable if you didn’t even go this morning!” Emily shrugged, “Oh, that’s very kind of you, but I think just the food will do for me. I really don’t have to go for a pee, but I’ll happily stop at the bathrooms if you need!” Dale shook his head, “You know, I really need to listen to you when you tell me things! You told me you could hold it when we had dinner last week, but to wait when you haven’t even gone in the morning – why, I don’t know how you do it! I feel pretty weak by comparison!” Emily smiled at him, “Don’t worry about that, Dale. I don’t mind a bit. I’ve just got a large tank down there, and it takes its sweet time filling up.” The two lovebirds found one of the zoo’s many restroom facilities, and true to her word, Emily waited outside while Dale went to the men’s room to relieve himself. Then they found a nice shop to get lunch at, and Emily couldn’t resist sucking down a large lemonade with her meal. As they finished, Dale suggested getting some waters to have while they walked, as the day was getting fairly hot, and Emily agreed without hesitation. And so they walked, and drank, and marveled at the animals, and drank some more, and Dale had his hand on Emily’s back, which Emily found to be just delightful. Despite her frigid exterior from the last some odd years of failed dates, Emily was realizing that she desperately wanted to make Dale happy. She was falling for him hard. As it became early afternoon, Dale watched as Emily took the last sip from her second water bottle and deposited the empty plastic into a nearby trash can. Dale had only finished one bottle, and he said with a bit of amazement in his voice, “I see you’re really putting away the fluids! That’s good on such a hot day, but are you quite sure you wouldn’t like to stop at the women’s room? You haven’t emptied out for a very long time!” Again, as was becoming the norm, Emily waved him off, “No, I’m alright. I’m having such a nice time that I wouldn’t want to waste a minute on a bathroom stop, and in any case I really don’t have to go very badly.” “That’s incredible – forgive me for bringing it up, but you’ve had much more to drink than me, and you haven’t taken a single trip to the toilet since last night! All of the women I’ve been with in the past have had very poor bladder control, but it seems you put them all to shame! I don’t know how you do it…” Dale exclaimed wistfully. He was learning that Emily was very open when it came to discussing her urinary habits, and this was no exception, as Emily replied, “Oh I don’t mind talking about it a bit – I’ll talk about whatever you like. Yes, I really have a quite strong bladder, and it will hold a lot before it complains. And even if it does, it’s still no trouble for me to go on waiting.” Dale could only nod and tell her, “Well gosh, you really are something special, Emily. So I’ll stop asking, but you just let me know when you’d like me to start looking for the nearest bathrooms for you.” “I appreciate it, Dale, but I don’t think you’ll have to do that. My bladder is very capable of waiting,” Emily told him with a certain confidence in her voice. It seemed that Dale was bringing out a side of Emily that was usually kept far under wraps, as it was unlike her to be so brazen and so point blank about something, especially something as private as her peeing habits, and especially in front of a man. They spent the rest of the day enjoying each other’s company at the zoo, and true to her word, Emily did not ask Dale to help her find a bathroom, despite another large drink with their dinner, and some more water on top of that throughout the day. Dale, for his part, had stopped multiple times in the afternoon to relieve himself, but he also kept his word and did not offer Emily to accompany him at any point. But as they were getting ready to leave the zoo before closing, Dale couldn’t help but draw Emily off to the side of the path and speak with her, “Erm, Emily, you know, I’ve enjoyed these last couple of meetings with you more than you know, and I really do not want you to be off put, but I would be remiss if I didn’t mention something to you.” Dale said, and Emily noticed that his nervous sweat had returned. “Oh Dale, what is it? Have I done something wrong? You can tell me whatever you’d like, you know.” Emily responded with a slight worry. “Oh, no, you’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, this is more about something you…..haven’t….done. If I may make an observation, we’ve been out all day, and you haven’t stopped to use the toilets even one time. If you really haven’t gone since last night, then by my count it’s been somewhere around 20 hours since you’ve had a wee. Do you still not need to go?” Dale asked with a certain incredulousness. Emily furrowed her brow, “Well, I mean I definitely could go if I wanted to – there’s some pressure down there, like you said, as anyone who hasn’t relieved their bladder in 20 hours would feel, but it’s completely manageable. I’d ask you if I wanted to stop, but right now it’s not a problem in the slightest to keep holding it in. But why do you bring it up? You don’t seem at ease about it, Dale.” Dale gulped, took a long pause, and finally continued, “Emily, well, I bring it up because…..I’m absolutely fascinated. I’ve never known someone, male or female, who could wait half as long as you without needing a toilet visit, and I find your strong bladder to be….rather exciting, if I may be so bold. I know that may sound crazy, but I….I’m finding that I enjoy it when you, you know, don’t go.” Dale waited for his new girlfriend to begin shouting “Pervert!” at him, but to his utmost surprise, this did not happen. Emily was regarding him with a quizzical expression, and finally she replied, “Let me make sure I have this right. Dale, I know this may be embarrassing to admit, especially since we’re in public, so you can just whisper it. But do you mean that you’re…turned on…by my lack of visits to the women’s room?” Dale immediately went on the defense, “No, Emily, please, it’s not like that…..I mean, you mustn’t think….I wouldn’t want to offend…..” The poor man was grasping desperately for words and finding none, unable to string together a complete sentence in his haste, and Emily eventually cut him off, “Dale, I don’t mind at all. You’ve said that I’m not like other women, and I think that’s true. I don’t mind talking about my bladder capacity – I mean, I’ve known that it was large, nearly abnormal, since I was a little girl, and it’s only natural to have some curiosity about it. I was curious about it too growing up. I can’t say it affects me in exactly the same way that it seems to have done to you…but if it pleases you and excites you even half as much as you’re letting on, then I’ll take pride in waiting even longer for you. I want to be a good girlfriend for you, Dale, and whatever that entails, I’ll do. So if that means going without a restroom while we’re together, it’s easy for my bladder to accommodate that. You can trust me, I’m happy to do it for you!” Emily made sure to look Dale right in the eyes as she gave her speech, and when she was finished, Dale continued to stare at her for about half a minute, not speaking, as if he had seen a ghost. Then his visage softened and Emily noted that he looked almost giddy underneath the smile that he was desperately trying to hide, and he told her, “You’re an incredible girl, Em. And….if I am going to be as honest as I can….what you suggest would make me a happy man, indeed.” Emily smiled with relief as well, “I’m glad that’s settled! Now come on, let’s get out of here before they kick us out!” She gestured to the zoo’s security guards, as by now the two of them were nearly the last ones left in the entire park. Without another word, they clasped hands and walked through the gates, their relationship now closer than it had ever been before. Over the next two months, Emily had gone out of her way to pursue Dale’s unique little kink for his pleasure. She would make sure not to take a precautionary pee before their dates, and would always make sure to drink more than normal, all the while teasing him about how her bladder could still wait longer, even though it had been so long already. She quite enjoyed the power trip it gave her to be able to come across like Superwoman to Dale, with her giant bladder always seeming to have more and more capacity to hold greater amounts of urine. To Emily’s surprise, they had even begun to have sex with each other – a feat that Emily couldn’t recall actually wanting to partake in since her hormone-fueled high school years. The discomfort of Dale’s member thrusting into her sex and hitting her filling bladder was something that she was more than willing to bear, since he liked it so much, and Emily could not deny that the pain did lead to a certain amount of pleasure in a masochistic way as well. One day, as the two of them were laying on Dale’s bed together in post-coital bliss, Emily developed a curiosity of her own. “Show me what type of porn you like to watch. What sort of things do you have on your computer?” she turned and asked Dale, her hand rubbing his chest and sneaking lower every so often. Dale, to her surprise, turned red and did not immediately take her up on this offer. Emily decided to tickle him a little, “Oh, come on honey, I’m sure there’s nothing embarrassing on there. I already know you like pee! Trust me, I’m a pretty open-minded gal, especially for you. Whatever you’ve got, I won’t judge you, I just want to see it!” With a good degree of hesitation, Dale agreed, and he brought his laptop over to the bed. Emily began to play with Dale’s rapidly expanding penis while he clicked into a few different folders. They watched a couple of tame videos of girls peeing into toilets, but Emily was getting a growing tingle in her nether regions and pressed, “Show me something dirtier, dear. Something a little more extreme. I can handle it!” Dale gulped audibly, but Emily stroked her hand around her boyfriend’s cheek and under his chin, and eventually convinced him that she was serious. With shaking hands, Dale clicked into a new folder, and another video popped up onto the screen. It showed two women lying on a bed together, but they were connected with some type of tubing via their vaginas. Before Emily could totally wrap her head around what was taking place, one of the women seemed to relax, and then there was a flow of yellow liquid through the tubing, and as the flow went on, Emily noted that the abdomen of the second woman was actually expanding. “Is she…peeing into the other girl?” Emily asked Dale, placing her head on his chest. “Yes….they have a catheter hooked up to each other…” Dale replied breathlessly. He was trying not to appear as embarrassed as he was, but Emily noticed his worry and began to stroke his penis in an effort to calm his nerves. “So would you….would you like me to do this? Get filled up with a catheter?” Emily asked. Dale didn’t answer, but his erection had become rock hard, so Emily knew she was on to something. Suddenly an idea came to her mind. She didn’t know where it came from, because she was normally very inquisitive about kinks, but didn’t have any herself. “I have an idea. Tell me if this is too crazy, but it just popped into my head! Maybe you will like it. What if you…peed into me? Would you like that? I’m sure my bladder is big enough to handle the extra load, in any case, so it won’t bother me any if you’d like to try it.” Emily spoke the words, but again she didn’t get a verbal reply from Dale. What she did get was a rapid increase in breath, and just as she finished her last sentence, Dale groaned loudly and suddenly cum was roping out of his penis, shooting high over the laptop and hitting Emily in the face and chest. Emily was shocked, as Dale had just cum during sex a mere 20 minutes prior, and yet it seemed his load was much more voluminous this time around. Many girls would have been disgusted, or at least unhappy, to be on the receiving end of so much semen without warning, but Emily felt a certain glee in having pleasured her partner so well. Before he could object, Emily told him with playful authoritativeness, “Well, honey, I’ll take that as a yes!”, and she pulled his laptop over to her naked lap and began doing searches for catheter equipment to order. A week later, everything had arrived (Emily had insisted on the fastest shipping option). Emily was at Dale’s doorstep 15 minutes after her work day ended, as she was extremely eager to try this new type of experimentation with her beau. Dale was almost shivering as he greeted her, such was his excitement. “You’re sure you want to try this?” Dale asked her, and Emily reassured him quickly that she was. And so without further ado, they stripped out of their clothing and entered Dale’s bathroom, just in case they didn’t get things quite right and had a mess on their hands. Emily noticed that Dale was dancing around a little as he unpackaged the catheter, and when Emily inquired, Dale admitted that he had drank quite a bit over the second half of the day in order to assure that he was ready and didn’t suffer stage fright when the critical moment came. “I hope that’s ok, and that it’s not too much for you…” Dale said worryingly, but Emily was again almost instantaneous with her reassurance, “I haven’t gone all day, so I feel something in there, but I’m sure it will be no problem! You know my bladder can handle a good deal of urine without complaint!” And so they began the process of inserting the double ended catheter into themselves, and quickly discovered that this was a much more difficult task than Dale’s videos had made them assume. Both of them were struggling, and Dale was letting out some grunts from trying to concentrate on the catheter while still containing his bursting bladder. Then they made eye contact, both of them desperately jamming the tubing at their genitals, and both began to erupt with laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. They shared a hug, and Emily gave Dale’s manhood a playful fondle, and after a brief respite they began the process anew. Now that the tension was out of the air, things progressed at a better pace, and soon enough they had a handle on things and were connected from peehole to peehole via the double ended catheter. “Ok…..are you ready?” Dale asked, his voice shaking from anticipation now more than nervousness. “Yes, honey, go ahead! It looks like you really need the release!” Emily commented, thrusting her pelvis out slightly to receive the influx of urine. Dale breathed deeply and slowly relaxed, and before half a minute had expired his urine began to flow out of him, through the catheter’s tubing, and into Emily’s spacious bladder. “Hah, what a strange sensation!” Emily commented, almost as if she was talking about the weather. “I…I would stop, but I don’t think I can control it anymore dear…” Dale said with concern, but Emily replied sweetly, “Oh Dale, that’s nonsense, you go on ahead and empty out all the way. This is fun, and if you’re enjoying it then I’m happy to fill myself up for you…..not that this is even close to filling me up, mind you.” After a further 30 seconds, Dale’s stream came to a halt, and he sighed with the relief he now felt in his abdomen. Emily looked none the worse for wear, and when Dale asked her, she confirmed, “I’m feeling just fine, dear. Sure, there’s a little more urine in me than there was five minutes ago, but that’s what a big bladder is for, isn’t it? I can go right on holding, and I think I will!” The two managed to remove themselves from the catheter without any pain or problems, and then they dressed again (after another quick fondle of Dale’s penis from Emily, to which Dale responded with a grab of her ass cheek), and went out to a restaurant for dinner. To Dale’s amazement, Emily still lasted the entire evening without a hint of complaint or urgency, even with the extra load her capacious bladder was now containing. As they went their separate ways for the night, Emily even agreed, unprompted, to repeat the act as much as Dale would like, causing him to nearly combust from withheld excitement. Over the following weeks, the two slowly fell into a routine – when they were together, Dale would avoid the toilet and instead urinate with the catheter into Emily’s bladder, and Emily would dutifully avoid the toilet altogether. Still, Emily did not have a problem with the arrangement, holding tight at all times and not fidgeting or showing signs of bladder pain, and she would again give credit to her enormous bladder capacity when Dale would ask. One day, Dale showed her an invitation that had come in the mail. One of his nieces, Courtney, was getting married, and they were cordially invited to attend. The wedding was taking place the following Sunday in a countryside area 3 hours out of town, so the couple decided to go down Friday night and have a nice trip out of it. They had also agreed that it would be a perfect opportunity to take their catheter games to the next level. The plan was to see if Emily could last from Friday evening until they returned from the wedding late on Sunday without needing to urinate, while taking all of Dale’s pee directly into her bladder the entire time. Emily was so confident that she could complete the task that she didn’t even want to pee before leaving, having relieved herself in the morning prior to work, but Dale insisted, saying “You never know what might happen. We can surely push further in the future if this is still doable for you.” Emily appreciated that Dale still valued her comfort above his fetish, and so she used the toilet at 6 pm at her own flat, then drove to meet Dale at his home, and soon after they departed for their hotel, stopping only to get dinner on the way. Dale relieved himself into Emily once that night, before bed, and when they woke up in the morning, Dale took his morning pee via catheter into Emily’s strong bladder as well. Despite having a few glasses of tea and lemonade at dinner, and a cup of coffee from the coffee maker in their furnished hotel room, Emily professed to Dale that she felt no real need to urinate as of yet. “And don’t worry, even when I want to go, I’ll just hold it!” Emily told him brightly. She’d found over the past few weeks that she was really enjoying this peculiar game that Dale had fantasized about for so long. Not to mention the side effect of watching Dale swoon every time more urine was deposited into her reservoir. They had some breakfast, washed down with more coffee, and they were just lounging around the hotel when more of the wedding guests started arriving. Suddenly, they heard a bit of commotion at the front desk, and Dale noted, “I think I know those voices. Come on, let’s see if we can help out.” They walked from the lobby to the front desk and Dale whispered to Emily that he did in fact know the two statuesque blondes who were arguing with the receptionist about their rooms. Emily was surprised, as the girls appeared to be no more than 20 years of age each, and she wondered how Dale knew these two. She assumed they were family, but then Dale let her know that “these are friends of Courtney. I always used to see the three of them playing around the house when I would visit my sister.” The taller, thinner blonde turned abruptly from her argument as Dale got closer, and she exclaimed happily, “Oh, Dale, hello there! I didn’t think I’d get to see you before tomorrow!” The shorter, bustier blonde also greeted him and both girls gave him a quick hug before turning back to the receptionist. It seemed that their hotel room had been double booked, and there was nothing the receptionist could do short of offering a partial refund. The girls made it clear that this was unacceptable, as they needed to stay here in order to be ready to be in the wedding party on the following day. The taller girl finally stamped her feet angrily, but then an idea crept onto her face and she turned back to Dale, “Dale, as I’m sure you’ve heard, and probably everyone else in this bloody lobby has heard as well, we no longer have a hotel room. Do you think we could maybe, possibly stay in your room with you and…” “Emily,” Emily said, offering my hand. The girl shook it briefly and finished, “with you and Emily! It would just be for the one night and we’ll try not to disturb you.” Dale glanced at Emily, but she shrugged without thinking and said it wouldn’t be a problem, so Dale nodded and the two girls jumped for joy. The four began talking as they made their way to the elevators, and Emily quickly realized that these college-aged girls….well…they talked like college-aged girls. Thankfully, Emily possessed a good deal of patience, because she was already starting to tire of their antics by the time the four of them reached Emily and Dale’s room. She had at least learned their names while in the elevator – the taller one was Miranda, and the shorter one was Holly. After the girls had thrown their bags into the room, Miranda began pulling Holly by the arm, “Come on, Hol, I wanna go check out what this town has to offer!” “More like you’re bored already and want to start drinking!” Holly retorted, and while Miranda shot her a look, she did not deny this. Then Holly lit up, “I’m only kidding Miranda….I want to go and drink too!” They waved goodbye to Dale and Emily and scooted out of the room, and only when they were gone did Dale check his watch and remark to Emily, “Drinking?? It’s…10 in the morning!” “Oh, to be young again!” Emily, who was never a heavy drinker, joked back. Dale and Emily did a little tour of the area to spend some time together, quickly discovering that there was not all that much to see in this part of the countryside. The rolling hills were nice, but they both would have preferred a few more buildings to go into. Still, they found a quaint shop for a light lunch, and then returned to the hotel around 3 in the afternoon. By this time, Dale had been without a pee since his morning relief, and he was approaching a level of desperation. Wary of the fact that the girls could reenter the room at any moment, Emily pulled Dale into the bathroom, locked the door, and they hooked up the double ended catheter. Dale peed through it more forcefully this time, as he really did have to go quite badly after holding for nearly 6 hours, and when he was finished, he saw that Emily was now sporting a bit of a bulge in her abdominal region. And why not, he supposed, as she had been holding back her urine for an astounding 21 hours and was carrying three of his own batches of urine as well. Dale wiped the sweat from his face and gestured to the toilet, “You know, dear, I can see that your bladder is full enough to make a bulge below your stomach! Really, feel free to use the toilet if our game becomes too much for you.” Emily snorted as this suggestion, “Oh, really, Dale, it’s not bothersome to wait. As you can imagine, I am quite used to holding in a little pee! You can go into me as much as you’d like this weekend – the next time I’ll be relieving myself will be in my own toilet, as promised!” Soon after the two lovebirds had exited the bathroom and put the catheter equipment back in the far reaches of their bags, the hotel room door swung open and in walked Holly and Miranda. They weren’t sloshed, but their breath smelled slightly of alcohol, and it was clear that they had found whatever bars and taverns they had been searching for. Emily also noticed that both of them, Holly in particular, were shaking their legs around as if to suggest that they were bursting for the pot. As soon as Emily came to this conclusion in her mind, Holly shouted loudly, “You promised, Miranda, I get the bathroom first! I’m about to bust!” Miranda double crossed her legs while laughing at her, “I told you that third shot was a bad idea, girl!” Holly could only groan in response and hobbled into the bathroom, not even bothering to shut the door. Miranda looked on while Emily and Dale did their best to pretend they were busy with something else, but a few seconds later there was a huff from the bathroom and Holly appeared back in the doorway, now more desperate than ever. “Did you guys know your toilet is flooded??” she asked, tears nearly forming her eyes. Dale and Emily both looked at each other and shrugged, because it occurred to them that because of their arrangement, neither of them had actually opened the toilet lid to view the bowl since they had arrived the previous evening. “Erm, no…” Dale stuttered, “It must have just happened recently…” He and Emily pushed past the pee dancing Holly and inspected the bowl – sure enough, the water level was right up to the top and threatening to spill over. “I guess you’ll have to go down to the lobby’s toilets on the first floor…” Dale suggested sympathetically. Holly would have none of it, “But Daaaaale, I can’t hold it that long! I’m about to go in my knickers!” Holly was clearly at the end of her tether, and Miranda was not far behind, as the taller girl’s legs were now quivering all over. Then an idea came to Emily. “Just a minute girls,” she said, and shut the bathroom door with herself and Dale inside. “What’s up, Em?” Dale asked, and Emily shyly expressed, “I don’t know if you’d have a problem with this, honey, so just tell me if you do and I’ll forget I ever thought of it. But if there’s really no other option….well….the girls would be more than welcome to pee into me with our catheter system. We brought some spare tubing along…” Dale’s eyes widened at this suggestion, but Emily knew she was on to something when his first words were not a harsh rejection, but instead, “Oh, Em, I couldn’t ask you to do that! Your bladder must already be fairly full – I don’t know that you can hold what they’ve got as well. These girls are pro drinkers back at college, if their Facebooks are to be believed, so I’ll bet they can hold a good amount of urine.” Emily smiled her confident smile, “That’s alright. Honestly, I was thinking that this weekend game would be a little too easy, so this just makes things more challenging! And I’m sure you’d love to see my bladder get bloated out even further, wouldn’t you, especially with the pee of some college girls, huh? Why that sounds downright kinky when I say it like that!” Emily could see the bulge in Dale’s jeans and knew she was on to something, even if he wouldn’t verbalize it. “Oh, come on honey, it will be fun! Besides, they probably won’t even go for it – it’s quite the outlandish idea to spring on someone! But you have to hurry and give me permission, because I think otherwise we might end up paying for a carpet cleaning!” Dale seemed on the verge of assenting, so Emily sensually ran her hand up his thigh and over his throbbing package, and that did it, as Dale finally nodded his agreement to the plan, and the two of them unlocked the door and exited the bathroom, coming face to face with two girls on the verge of urinary disaster. “You’ll have to just piss in the shower, Hol!” Miranda was shouting at her, while Holly squirmed madly on the bed. “That’s sooo gross! Absolutely not!” the poor girl responded. Emily rushed past them and began digging through her bag for the spare catheter equipment. “Girls, girls, calm down. There’s another solution…if you don’t mind doing something a little odd…..” she told them with a gleam in her eye. “Anything, whatever you want, I just need to piss!” Holly begged, shivering around as if she was about to burst. “Yeah, whatever plan you’ve got, count me in too!” Miranda exclaimed, re-crossing her legs as another bladder spasm ripped through her. Emily smiled and held up the double ended catheter, “Well, if you’re sure! In that case, both of you, drop your pants and I’ll get you hooked up.” Dale was nice enough to walk out of the room and stand just outside the door to afford the girls some privacy, but both college girls were looking at Emily like she was crazy. “What the hell is that??” Miranda asked, her voice edgy due to her desperation. “It’s a catheter!” Emily replied, “That toilet in the bathroom may be overflowing, but my large bladder has plenty of room, so I’ll be glad to be a receptacle for your urine. We’ll just hook you up and you can pee right into me!” Emily had decided that being as friendly and direct as possible was the way to go, as she doubted the drunk girls could make out any form of subtlety. Miranda was about to refuse, but Holly’s bladder contracted once more, and the shorter girl moaned and gave in, “Ok, sure, let’s do it! Be quick, I’m literally about to explode!” With a nod, Emily helped Holly pull down her pants and panties, and managed to hold her just still enough to insert the end of the catheter into her exposed pussy’s peehole. Emily’s practiced hand then inserted the other end into her own, and 20 seconds later things were secure and Emily told Holly to release. Holly needed no further command, as she instantly sagged down while the pressure of the torturous urine subsided and it began flowing through the tubing and into Emily’s mammoth organ. Holly was moaning in relief, and her pee stream continued on for a good minute. By the end, Emily’s bladder had expanded more and showed quite well on her abdomen, but she put on a smile as she helped the exhausted Holly remove the catheter from her nether regions. She then gestured to Miranda, who hesitated for only a moment before crying, “Oh fuck it, I gotta go!”. She ran up to Emily and the process was repeated, only Miranda was apparently in control of a substantially larger bladder than her cohort, and it took nearly two full minutes for her to empty completely. This time Emily unhooked the catheter from both of them, and the girls got a look at her bladder bulge, which now looked abnormal and was jutting outwards from her frame. “Oh my God, Emily! You must be dying! How can you just stand there like that??” Miranda gasped, while Holly made to reach out and touch the giant bulge before retracting her hand. Emily was sweating a bit now, but again she simply smiled and told the girls, “Oh, don’t worry about me! I’ve got the bladder capacity for a job like this, so it shouldn’t be a problem to have a little more urine built up inside me.” It was taking a decent effort for Emily to keep up her air of remaining unaffected, but she was still totally in control and had plenty of room to spare, if need be. Miranda was still in a state of shock, but then Holly blurted out, “You’re so awesome, Emily! You must have a gallon drum down there! Say, this is nuts, but I kind of liked that, now that it’s over with. Can we pee into you again if we have to go? Could you still handle that?” Emily thought about it for a moment, estimating her gigantic capacity against the well-endowed capacities of the college girls, and decided she’d still be alright, “Yes girls, you know, it may be a bit of a challenge, but what’s the fun in not having a challenge? Why don’t you two relieve yourselves into me whenever you need for the rest of the weekend, and we’ll see if I can’t just keep it all corked up.” Holly immediately fist pumped and high fived Emily, who couldn’t help but grin at her enthusiasm, and while Miranda took a few seconds longer to come around to Emily’s plan, eventually she took another look at the overflowed toilet and decided that Emily’s megabladder was a better place to store her urine. “Ok Emily, count me in as well.” Miranda told her, and Emily nodded happily before pulling her own pants back on and going to let Dale back into the room. After a few minutes of awkward small talk, the college girls decided to take a nap to try and sleep off their drunkenness, so Emily and Dale took the opportunity to leave the hotel room and take a relaxing walk through the countryside. It’s not like they had much choice, as the amount of activities strewn about this quaint town was nearly zero. As the two walked, Dale couldn’t help but direct the conversation back to Emily’s protruding bladder. “Dear, I don’t know how you’re managing to walk around so normally! Your bladder looks like it’s about to burst out of your skin!” Dale said, giving the bulge a small rub. Emily didn’t so much as wince at the touch, though she replied, “Yes, there’s a lot of pressure now! My strong bladder will hold it in, but things could get very interesting with Miranda and Holly going forward…..I may have extended my offer to them….” “What do you mean?” Dale asked quizzically. “I hope you’re ok with it, but I decided to let them pee into me all weekend! I thought that would be a better challenge, and I know you’d like to see me push myself.” Emily responded with a blush. Dale stared at her, open-mouthed, for a few seconds, then quietly asked, “Are you sure you’ll be able to stretch your large bladder enough to hold so much urine? You’re already holding a full day’s worth of your own pee, my pee, and now two bladder’s worth of pee from some college girls! You must have limits!” Emily gave him a playful rub on the back, “Don’t worry about me, honey. Let’s see if I can do this for you! I’ll try my hardest! Even though I definitely am filling up, I can store up more urine if I wish.” They returned to the hotel room just as Miranda and Holly were waking up. Emily suggested that they all go out to dinner together, and when Dale offered to pay, the girls were more than willing to join in. Holly seemed to be fidgety as they left, owing to the extra beer going through her system as she slept, but she said nothing and the four departed for a nice restaurant that the girls had passed by on their earlier escapades. They all ate and drank their fill, and when they returned to the hotel room, Holly was bursting once more, trying not to run in place as Dale opened the door. Dale was also professing an urgent need, and so the two of them took turns going into the bathroom with Emily and emptying out their full bladders into her own massive holding tank. Emily was now quite full and doing her best not to show any signs of bladder pain to the group, and thankfully for her, everyone was pretty tired from the day’s adventures, so they sat in the hotel room and watched television until the evening turned to night. Everyone had consumed some beverages from the hotel room’s mini-fridge, and while Holly and Dale only felt a moderate need, Miranda hadn’t gone since her earlier relief into Emily some 6 or 7 hours ago, and her larger bladder was showing some serious signs of strain. None of the three were accustomed to sleeping without a before bed pee, and so they lined up in the bathroom with Emily and all did their business once more, urinating through the catheter into Emily. Miranda’s pee took a minute and a half, and she noticed Emily clenching her jaw when she was finished. “Sorry, I’ve always been able to go a lot…..though nothing quite like you, I’m sure! Are you sure you’re ok, though?” Miranda asked, but Emily wiped the tension off her face and gave her a reassuring nod. Dale was last to enter, and he marveled at Emily’s explosive bladder bulge and couldn’t help but feel her up before she urged him along with a stifled laugh. Despite the discomfort, Emily was a big fan of how much Dale ravished her and her iron bladder. Still, Dale noticed a small grimace come to Emily’s face briefly as he relieved his 20 second stream into her. “How are you holding up, love?” he whispered, so that the girls could not hear from outside the bathroom door. “It’s pretty bad,” Emily admitted, “That Miranda has a bladder like a horse, and she can piss like one too!” She saw Dale’s face morph into a mixture of arousal and concern and continued, “But I’m certainly not about to give up! My enormous bladder’s never let me down before, so it will just have to make some more room for me! Don’t think about anything but how much you enjoy seeing me so full!” Dale gave her swollen abdomen one more rub and then kissed her until she pushed him away, “Gosh my full bladder makes you randy! But calm down just a little, we can’t be in here too long or the girls will know exactly what we’re doing!” Dale seemed like he could care less what the girls thought at this point, such was his lust for his bladder queen, but Emily pulled up her pants and cleaned up the catheter, so he had no choice but to follow her out of the bathroom and into bed. Dale and Emily took one bed, and Miranda and Holly shared the other. Three of them got to sleep easily, and while the fourth had a good deal of tension simmering in her pelvic region, she eventually drifted off to sleep as well. Dale’s phone alarm blared through the hotel room and woke up the groggy foursome sharply at 7 am. Amidst grumbles about needing 10-12 hours more of sleep, the four of them dressed and readied themselves for Courtney’s big day. Emily’s bladder, now 37 hours full, had continued to fill over the night, and her lower abdomen had taken on the shape of a blimp, but she still allowed Holly and Dale to have their morning pees into her. Miranda refused, explaining that her bladder could hold a good deal more and that she often skipped her morning urination. Holly thought she was crazy, but Miranda chuckled and pointed at Emily, “Just ask Emily – sometimes a big bladder can come in handy!” They went down to the hotel’s dining area to get breakfast, running into many of the other wedding guests, and Dale was forced to introduce Emily to a lot of extended family members that had not had the pleasure of meeting her yet. Emily, dressed in a cute blue dress that normally hung loose around her middle (but now was fairly tight), stood and made small talk, though sweat was evident on her brow and she was struggling not to shake her legs. When Dale was finally able to guide her to a table to eat, she groaned, “Oh my, I haven’t been desperate like this in ages! You guys are really giving my bladder a good workout!” She rubbed her midsection and Dale asked her once more if she was sure she wanted to carry on through the wedding ceremony in this state. “Oh honey, did you hear me say I wanted to let any of this pee out? I know you want it to stay inside and keep expanding my huge bladder, so that’s what we’ll let it do. Let’s see how far I can stretch it out for you!” They talked about other things for the rest of breakfast, with Dale unable to tear his eyes away from Emily’s ever so subtle fidgeting when a fierce urge rocked her. The wedding took place in an open field behind the hotel promptly at 11 am. With the hills, covered in a light fog, sloping up and down behind them, and the sun shining down, Emily couldn’t help but be impressed with how picturesque the whole thing looked. Courtney and her now-husband, Patrick, certainly agreed, as Courtney’s tears flowed throughout the ceremony and Patrick seemed not far behind. Emily noted that many of the women in the audience were weeping as well, but Miranda stood out as one of the few who was not. Emily thought she looked decidedly uncomfortable, sitting up in her chair and crossing her legs every so often. ‘Why, she looks just like how I feel!’ Emily thought, and then, looking downwards and seeing her own legs crossed over each other, she modified that thought, ‘Maybe she looks just how I look as well!’. Despite her best efforts, Emily was not able to uncross her legs for more than a few minutes during the proceedings without causing a scene, and so she kept them tightly crossed and kept her hurting bladder clamped shut. Dale seemed unable to spend more than 10 seconds at a time looking in the direction of the newlyweds, as he was continuously staring at Emily’s lower half, but Emily would be lying if she said she didn’t like the extra attention. The ceremony concluded at noon, and Emily felt a sharp pain in her bladder and winced as she stood to applaud the happy couple. Undaunted, she forgave herself for this obvious show of bladder distress, noting that anyone who hadn’t peed in 42 hours would probably do the same thing. Dale noticed and rubbed her lower back, and Emily showed her appreciation by leaning into him for a standing cuddle as Courtney and Patrick walked up the aisle and passed them by. It was time for the cocktail hour, but as the guests began packing up their things to head back into the hotel, Dale put his head down to Emily’s ear and whispered, “I’m sorry if this is inconvenient, love, but I really must drain the snake again, if you know what I’m saying.” Emily nodded and replied, “No problem, dear! That’s what I’m here for, even in the condition I’m in right now! Shall we see if the girls want to have some relief as well?” Before Dale could object, Emily spotted Holly in the crowd and gave a shy wave followed by a discreet point of her finger to her bulging abdomen, and Holly greeted this request with an enthusiastic nod. She walked over hastily, her purse clutched over her crotch, and exclaimed, “Oh thank goodness! I was hoping you’d say that! I had to go during the ceremony but didn’t want to interrupt things!” Emily laughed, then picked Miranda out and gestured a similar offer. Surprisingly, even though Emily could see distinct signs of a girl who really needed a pee, Miranda shook her head and walked back into the hotel. Emily noticed that Holly was watching as well, and Holly added, “That girl….she’s a camel! At least I thought she was, until I met you Emily!” Emily thanked her for the compliment, and Holly replied, “No problem! Now, less talk, more walk, or else I’m gonna have to water the garden over there!” Emily, Holly, and Dale made their way back to their room, and once more Emily allowed them both to empty their bladders into her. Emily’s bladder was now swollen out to unforgiving levels, and the urge to pee was both constant and pressing. “How are you feeling?” Dale asked as the last of his stream went through the catheter and into Emily’s peehole, while Holly sat outside on the bed, relieved. “I’d say I have to go urgently now……but of course I won’t! Let’s find out just how much more urgent we can make it, huh? I don’t mind, even though now I’m really uncomfortable.” Emily told him, cradling her rock hard bladder in her hands and putting slight pressure directly below the pubic bone to try and relieve some of the tension in her lower half. Her bladder was beginning to ask for relief in very strong terms, yet still Emily was intent on denying it. Dale, shockingly, was in agreement with Emily’s plan to let it get worse, and so the three of them went back down to the hotel’s lobby, where the guests were drinking and chatting, waiting for the large dining area to open up for the reception. To Dale’s great surprise, Emily helped herself to a few of the small cocktail glasses while they waited, and besides the occasional fidget, she seemed to be keeping herself mostly under control. A few of the guests had come up to her and asked her if she was pregnant, as the bulge of her bladder was obvious through her dress at this point, but she laughed it off and replied to them that she just liked to eat. By 1:30 pm, the doors to the hotel’s main hall opened up, and everyone stormed inside to eat as much food as they could, dance their hearts out, drink until they puked, and maybe celebrate the wedding of the bride and groom if they could spare a few minutes. Neither Emily nor Dale were big dancers, but they both went out and did their best on a few slower tunes. Emily’s bladder was really presenting her with problems, as it did not like the extra movement associated with dancing, and it began to rebel quite strongly. Dale noticed as Emily brought her legs together quite sharply, but Emily joked to him, “For once, I’m willing to go out and dance and my bladder decides to ruin it! What are the odds of that?” Her face was red as she said it, from the effort it was taking to control herself, but she forced herself to squirm through one more song before mercifully returning to their table with Dale. However, Emily did not put any restrictions on her liquid intake, even with her bladder crying out in distress, and helped herself to multiple glasses of water and iced tea over the course of the afternoon, her legs staying crossed under the table. She also encouraged Dale to drink his normal amount when he contemplated holding off for her sake, telling him, “It would be cheating otherwise, honey, don’t you think? Come on, am I the type of girl who can’t handle a little urine in her bladder?” Throughout the afternoon, she also noticed that Miranda and Holly were imbibing as much alcohol as they could get into their systems, but neither girl came to her for relief. The reception party lasted a few hours, not winding down until 6 pm. Dale and Emily were beginning to pick up their things to leave when Holly bounded over to them, and Emily noted that she was putting one hand in between her legs when she thought no one else was looking. “Emily….I’ve been holding it all afternoon….and I wasn’t sure if the invitation was still open for you to help me out? Tell me quick or I’ve gotta get to the women’s room!” she pleaded, her eyes darting around. Emily started to take her up to their room, but then she got a fun idea and said, “How about we both go to the women’s room? Let’s do it in there!” Emily had anticipated the girls asking for relief much sooner during the reception, so she had come prepared with the double ended catheter stuck snugly in her purse. Thankfully, the restroom was empty, so both women entered into the same cramped stall and locked the door, unable to stifle some giggles. “This is so naughty!” Holly exclaimed, pulling down her pants and panties while Emily helped her with the catheter. Emily thought to herself that she hadn’t done something this wild….well….ever, but this weekend was about pushing limits. Emily gave her the ok, and Holly gasped as the urine left her and flowed once again into Emily’s swollen bladder. Emily grunted at this additional influx, her bladder most unhappy with her for this decision. But she bore the pain and let Holly relieve her full minute long piss into her. As Holly thanked her profusely and removed the catheter, Emily felt that she was now close to bursting point. Her bladder was quaking, and the dam of her sphincter was showing serious signs of strain. The fact that she was standing directly over an inviting toilet bowl was not diminishing her struggles any, but Emily displayed some serious force of will and clenched her peehole shut with double the intensity. That calmed her bladder down enough for them both to leave the stall without further incident, but Emily’s bladder was now throbbing with every step she took. When the girls got back to Dale at their table, Holly gave Emily a hug and thanked her once more, then let her know that she and Miranda would be leaving soon, so she’d go and get all of their belongings from the room. Without further ado, she left to gather everything up. Dale and Emily chatted for a few more minutes, but before they could get any further, Miranda hobbled across the dance floor and up to Emily, panic etched on her face. She was sweating and her hair was unkempt and matted. “Emily! Please – don’t go! I….I need you! I haven’t gone all day and I just can’t keep it in any longer!” Without thinking of her current situation, Emily replied, “My, you seem to be in grave distress! Yes, come on at once, let’s help you out and get you comfortable again!” The two women slowly walked back to the women’s room, with Emily only able to hobble along slightly faster than the desperate Miranda. The bathroom was still empty, by some miracle, so they went into a stall together and both desperately fidgeted out of their bottoms. “Why did you hold it so long, dear? You know you could have come to me earlier! My bladder has been open for service!” Emily told her, and Miranda replied with her voice shaking from desperation, “Um…….ok…..don’t be mad…..But I got kinda curious after last night. I wanted to push your limits, and my own, so I drank a whole bunch and I haven’t peed in around 20 hours! I’m absolutely dying to go!” Emily nodded, “It’s only natural to be curious, and I guess I did bring this on myself after all! I know how you feel – even my 48 hour bladder is begging for some relief! But come on, let’s get that pent up piss out of you!” They hooked up the catheter and Miranda couldn’t even wait for Emily to give her the signal. As soon as both ends were secured in each woman’s peehole, Miranda almost shouted and sank to the ground, the urine pouring out of her like a faucet on full blast. It was streaming through the catheter at record speeds, and Emily couldn’t help but let an “Ahhhhh!” out as her hurting bladder was expanded more rapidly than ever before. She began breathing deeply to try and concentrate and block out the additional pain. Miranda’s pee gushed on and on, and Emily thought that it was a good thing she was urinating so forcefully, because otherwise she didn’t know if her bladder would have allowed the urine to enter. Her bladder was now bloating out to positively obscene proportions, and Emily began grunting in pain as Miranda’s flow continued, unabated. It didn’t stop until 2 and a half minutes had gone by, and Emily was sure that the college girl had managed to add close to 2 liters to her own gargantuan load. After taking a minute to collect herself, Miranda realized the enormity of the bladder bulge opposite her and cried, “Oh, Emily, that’s crazy! Where are you possibly putting it all??” Now Emily was shaking in desperation, her exhausted, overinflated bladder threatening to overwhelm her, but she managed to get out, “I think I’m at max capacity, Miranda. Thank goodness you didn’t have any more in there! You may not have as much room as me, but you’ve certainly got a very large bladder for a girl your age!” Miranda took charge and helped Emily remove the catheter, as Emily’s need was now so urgent that even her hands were shaking, but after confirming that Emily still did not want the toilet and was determined to wait it out, Miranda helped her pull up her pants, and together they exited the stall. Dale was in a state of shock as he watched his strong girlfriend hobble towards him like a schoolgirl who’d missed a break. Emily was huffing and puffing as her bladder contracted angrily. Quickly, Dale thanked Miranda for bringing her back in one piece, then informed her of Holly’s departure, so Miranda thanked them once more and then left to find Holly. “Are you ok??” Dale asked Emily as soon as Miranda was out of earshot. “Honey, I’m burstingly full! That Miranda was holding quite a load! It’s very difficult to keep this inside!” Emily moaned, fanning her legs in and out as she sat at their table. “Come on, you’ve done so well, let’s just get you back to the toilets and then we can drive home.” Dale insisted. Emily groaned as she forced her legs to be still and held only with the power of her titanium sphincter, then told Dale firmly, “Absolutely not! I’m not complaining about all the urine inside me – I’m just stating a fact. I feel like my back teeth are floating, but I told you I wanted a challenge, and this most certainly is one. Just think about it, Dale. I’ve got a piss that I’ve been holding inside for 2 full days, 48 hours, and I’m also holding in all of your piss in that time….and I’m even holding in over a day’s worth of piss from two college girls who bloated out their bladders by drinking all the time! That has to excite you, doesn’t it?” Emily moved her hand discreetly to Dale’s crotch under the table, and found him to be so hard that it was like touching diamond. Dale actually emitted an involuntary grunt as Emily’s hand made contact with his throbbing member, and for Emily, that settled things. She looked Dale right in the eye and told him, “No matter how painful this is, I’m going to burn out all of my endurance to hold this in for you. Now let’s get everything packed up and get to the car before I spring a leak!” At Dale’s suggestion, Emily waited at the table while he ran up to their room to fetch their luggage. Truth be told, it was probably smarter that way, because Emily was sure she’d be a liability to Dale with how slowly she’d have to walk to make it back to the room. Her lower half was inflamed with pain. She couldn’t remember ever filling her bladder to such a degree. She’d thought she was about maxed out before Miranda’s final load, but that girl had sent her bladder capacity into the stratosphere. Emily could feel her peehole fighting her, wanting to release and blow out all of her long held pee. It was like her body knew that her natural limit had finally been reached and was trying to save itself from harm by releasing, but Emily’s mind refused this request. She still had the final say over whether or not her sphincter muscle let go, though if she continued to clench it as hard as she was having to, she wasn’t sure how long she had until it became too tired to conform to her wishes. Emily closed her eyes, set her jaw, and reaffirmed to herself that she would hold it as long as was necessary. It was the least she could do for her loving boyfriend. Besides, taking the urine of Miranda and Holly had been her idea, and she was prepared to suffer for it. It felt like hours before Dale returned, but was probably no more than 15 minutes. He had packed the bags away into the car, so all Emily had to do was stand up and walk out of the hotel and to the car with him. This proved to be much more difficult than originally anticipated, but with a herculean display of willpower, Emily managed to stand straight, ignoring the wails of her aching, overstretched bladder, and walked with small, fleeting steps all the way to the car, Dale’s arm placed around her lower back for support the entire way. “You’re so good to me,” Emily smiled at him and gave him a kiss as he helped her into the passenger seat. “And you to me!” Dale exclaimed, kissing her again with more vigor. Emily reciprocated until an especially sharp pang from her bladder reminded them both that they were on a very time-sensitive schedule. “Ok, let’s get you home! Don’t have a wee on the car seat!” Dale laughed, and Emily socked him lightly on the shoulder, “I have never done such a thing and I don’t plan on it! But please hit the gas, honey.” Dale obliged, and they were on their way. The drive went along just fine for the first two hours. Emily alternated between sitting straight up and bouncing her legs, and hunching over and not moving a single part of her body. It was clear to Dale that her primed and ready to explode bladder was the only thing on her mind, so he kept the small talk to a minimum. For her part, Emily continued to believe that she had never felt so full in all her life, and yet the drinks from the reception kept running through her and making her even fuller. She was apparently cursed with the most efficient kidneys that one could ask for. But she did not complain – she simply sat and controlled herself like a lady, as she knew this was what Dale wanted to see most. Even when a series of powerful spasms ripped through her bladder and threatened to dislodge the liters of pee, Emily growled in frustration and crossed her legs, keeping her pee stopped up by any means necessary. But she was happy that they would soon be back at Dale’s house, because Emily could feel that her bladder was reaching critical levels of fullness. Her iron sphincter was finally tiring out, and Emily was starting to sense that it might open up for just a second even as she clenched it to the maximum. And then, just an hour from home, disaster struck. Emily was looking downwards, focusing on keeping control of the distended 50 hour bladder that was seemingly taking up all of the space from her stomach to her thighs, when the car slowly ground to a halt. “Are we back already?” Emily asked, confused, but Dale shook his head in fear and pointed ahead of them, “Traffic jam, love.” He turned and looked at her shaking, maxed out body as the car stopped, stuck in line behind hundreds of others, and asked, “Are you going to be alright?” Emily sensed genuine concern in his voice, and she was no longer sure that she could hold it in, but in the back of her mind a voice screamed at her that this was for Dale, drowning out any thoughts of giving in and pissing at the roadside, and Emily gave him a firm nod and replied gravely, “It hurts like mad but I’m going to hold it in. No matter what, I’m going to hold it in.” For the next hour, Emily managed to maintain some semblance of her composure. Her leg crossing, bouncing, and fanning was becoming more frequent, as were the periods where she simply couldn’t move a muscle, but she was staying in control of the hot, bursting load inside her. “Well, you’ve done it,” Dale told her as the time turned to 9 pm, “We would have been home by now if not for this bloody traffic jam, and you would have been able to take a well-deserved pee.” Emily somehow produced a small smile, “Yes, honey, but unfortunately it wasn’t so easy. So I will just have to keep my enormous bladder closed off for a while longer. I refuse to pee before that, even though I think my eyes are turning yellow!” But as the traffic dragged on, the car moving only inches at a time, Emily’s perfect composure slowly started to break. One hand had been creeping nearer and nearer to her crotch for many minutes, and finally it became lodged there. The second hand soon followed the first. Emily’s bladder was no longer throbbing in pain – the pain was a constant, white hot agony going from her pussy up past her navel. Even Emily’s thighs were getting weary from straining so constantly to keep the unholy pressure at bay. Eventually Emily was forced into the fetal position, her head down, both hands clutching desperately between shaking legs, shutting off a pussy that was threatening to burst open with long held waters. Dale could scarcely believe how strong Emily was, and for as much as he hated to see his girl in pain, his erection was so hard that it was nearly ripping open his jeans. The clock reached 10 pm, then 11 pm. Emily had remained in the fetal position the entire time – Dale felt that perhaps her control was unbreakable. The only difference was that now she was moaning as well, and would sometimes remove one hand from between the vicegrip of her thighs to rub her horribly distended bladder. Emily, on the other hand, felt her control slipping away. She was clenching and re-clenching her sphincter every second, and still felt it on the verge of opening up. Only her resolute willpower, and her bladder’s tremendous capacity, kept her from unleashing the flood all over the car. But she could feel that time was running out, even as she promised herself once more that she would not be pissing until she was safely in Dale’s bathroom, no matter what. Then, as suddenly as the traffic jam had begun, it dispersed. Cars began driving off and reaching highway speeds, though Dale made sure to slowly increase his speed so as not to jolt Emily’s blown out bladder. It was a good five minutes before Emily was able to lift her head, look out the window, and acknowledge that they were finally making progress again. “Thank goodness,” she said to Dale, and he could tell that it took all of her energy to keep her voice level as she spoke. “You’ll be home in a jiffy, dear,” he told her, and she returned to the fetal position, praying that her exhausted sphincter could hold out against the incessant demands of her terribly maligned, sore bladder. By some minor miracle, with her control on the very edge, sphincter twitching madly, Dale pulled into his driveway and Emily was still in command of her entire aching, ponderous load of piss that had now been contained within her 54 torturous hours. Dale swiftly exited the car and did his best to help his bursting girlfriend inside – it took her a full five minutes to gather the will to stand without pissing all over his driveway. Both hands glued to her crotch, Emily limped inside with Dale just behind. At last, she reached his bathroom, and she entered it, regarding the toilet as one would a deity. But just as she lifted the seat and sat herself on the bowl, Emily looked back at Dale to make sure he had a proper view of the explosion that was about to take place, and instead saw him fidgeting and putting a hand over his crotch. With what little part of her mind she could devote to thinking about something other than fiercely holding in her urine for moments longer, Emily paused and asked, “Oh, Dale…..do you need to use the bathroom? How long has it been??” Dale gasped, his desperation purely evident now that he was so close to his own toilet, “Twelve….twelve hours, love. Since just after Courtney’s ceremony, if you recall. I…I saw you in so much distress that I’ve been trying to put on a brave face for you….but I’m afraid I’m on the verge of wetting myself as well…” Emily considered for only a moment before telling him firmly, “Well honey….the invitation is still open. Piss into me.” Dale eyed her incredulously, “Em….think about this….there’s no way you can take all this as well! You’re about to erupt!” Emily smiled and licked her lips, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Dale? Finally breaking my iron bladder….making me piss involuntarily….just because I couldn’t contain it a second longer….” Dale still looked concerned, but his desperation and arousal was winning out once more, so Emily continued, “Go on, run and get the catheter! Let’s see if I can take it!” Dale nodded and hobbled back to the car, while Emily cradled her impossibly large bladder with one hand and groped her vagina as hard as she could with the other. Pure, constant pressure was the only way to hold in all the piss that wanted desperately to spray out from her shivering peehole. Dale took a few minutes to return, and in those few minutes Emily felt her control reach the very edge of her breaking point. She was sure she had only seconds left before piss rocketed out of her, but Dale was not back yet and she’d be damned if she’d held it for over two days only to lose it without him watching. With a last gasp of incredible effort, Emily staved off her ocean and held it at bay, now shouting with the effort and shaking her legs this way and that, and finally Dale returned, catheter in hand. They were both almost too desperate to complete the process. Neither of their hands wanted to work without quivering, and the effort it took to remove them from their own crotches in the first place was almost overwhelming. Emily was still seated on the toilet, which was causing her bladder to scream at her with a ferocity she had not before experienced, but she was operating on adrenaline alone and her sphincter was clamping with its last vestiges of power. Her bladder spasms were going into overdrive, yet still Emily somehow resisted the maddening urge to piss out the urine that was threatening to explode her gargantuan bladder. Even Dale’s bladder was bloated out from his half day of holding, though it was nothing compared to the perfect sphere of Emily’s 54 hour swollen, almost turgid bulge. Emily’s bladder was so hard to the touch that she felt it was only seconds from popping. After a desperate struggle, the catheter was in place on both ends, and Dale yelled out as he unloaded his 12 hour bladder into Emily. As the urine flowed into her overstretched bladder, Emily yelled out as well, even louder than Dale. She couldn’t help it – she was just so full, too full, fuller than it was possible to be, and yet Dale’s pee continued to go through the tubing and into her, making her bladder stretch yet again to accommodate it. After a minute of pissing, Dale’s flow was slowing down, but Emily’s bladder could finally take no more. She began yelling louder and louder as her iron control over her sphincter wavered for the first time in over 54 hours and a spurt shot out of her. It came out so forcefully and so thick that some of it actually spurted around the catheter and out of her completely, landing with a drip in the toilet. “Dale…I….” she moaned, but Dale was too focused on emptying his own bladder. Shaking, Emily redoubled her efforts, but after only another five seconds of Dale’s piss entering her, her sphincter gave in again, spurting for a full second before she could bring it back under control. Emily’s face was now going totally red from effort, as she crossed her thighs over one another, being mindful of the catheter in between them, and squeezed for all she was worth. It worked, but only for a few seconds, as her bladder had finally reached the limit of its endurance. Her sphincter began unclenching involuntarily, despite Emily’s ridiculous efforts to continue controlling herself for Dale. She desperately wanted to continue holding in his load, but her bladder could take no more. The spurts were becoming more regular and growing in duration, with one lasting a full five seconds before she could corral the flow. “Dale….I….” she tried again, making a last ditch effort to stave off disaster and contain her ocean of overdue piss. One second passed, then two, then three. Dale was still enjoying his relief, oblivious to his girlfriend, who was on the verge of total eruption. It was taking everything she had, an ungodly display of self-control, for Emily to keep re-clamping down on her utterly exhausted sphincter after every spurt. She was now past her limits, and after another five second spurt left her body, Emily clenched her sphincter as hard as she could and found that it would not close enough to stop her pee any longer. With a crazy effort, Emily was able to slow the flow to a trickle, but it would not be stopped completely – her amazingly strong sphincter was simply too worn out to squeeze fully like she needed. “Dale!” she cried, and finally he raised his eyes and looked at her. “What is it love?” he asked, removing the catheter from his still-dripping penis. “I’m at my limit!” Emily screamed, and without further warning she ripped out the catheter in one motion from her stretched peehole and urine began to torrent out of her, unabated, into the inviting toilet bowl beneath her thighs. “Ughhhhhhhhhhh!” Emily half-moaned, half-shouted, as the insane volume of piss left her body. Her muscles were fully released for the first time in over two days, and the pleasure of letting out her long overdue piss was nearly too much for the girl to handle. Dale could only watch on in amazement as Emily’s bladder continued to contract and send the piss flying out of her like her pussy was a bathtub faucet on full blast. “Oh my Goddddd…..” Emily continued to cry out as her piss stretched into its third minute at the same impressive flow rate. Dale had seen all he could, and was now furiously stroking his own member. As Emily’s piss kept going into minute number four, Dale sent his own eruption of cum directly onto Emily’s tits and stomach. Emily was able to give a sly smile before getting lost in the enormous pleasure of her long-held release once more. After seven minutes of the greatest piss Emily had ever taken, the pee finally dripped to a halt. Emily sat back on the toilet, too exhausted to move, covered in sweat and cum, while Dale was sitting and gathering his breath on the edge of the bathtub. Eventually they made eye contact. They both looked a sorry mess, and before long Dale had started to chuckle. “What’re you laughing for?” Emily spat out, trying to sound irritated but failing miserably, and soon she was laughing as well. Then they were both laughing, at each other, at the situation, at the sight of themselves, and most importantly, at the fact that it had all turned out alright. Emily had not pissed in the car. She had not pissed at the wedding. She had gone to extreme lengths to control herself, and she had succeeded at not giving in the entire time they were together in public. As they calmed down, Emily told him, “You know…I am a little disappointed. I really wanted to hold it for you there at the end! To show you I can hold it no matter what! But I just couldn’t, the pressure was too much.” Dale barely let her finish before replying, “Oh, Em, my goodness, you held in more than I could have dreamed! You did brilliantly! I’ve heard stories from Courtney about how Miranda would always hold in her pee for hours and had a bladder of steel, and you held in multiple loads from her, as well as Holly’s pee, my pee, and even your own pee for well over 50 hours! That’s incredible!” Emily blushed, “Well….when you put it like that, I guess I did do pretty well, huh? Did you enjoy it?” Dale laughed again, “I think the cum on your tits is answer enough for that!” Emily smiled, wiped a finger over her breasts, and then put it in her mouth and sucked, nearly making Dale fall over and into the bathtub. “Aww, well, you know, I really did like being your perfect bladder of steel girl. I need to practice though, and we need to try again! I want to show you that I can hold even more than this, and I’m sure with your help and motivation I’ll be able to! It will make me happy, and I know for a fact that it will make you happy as well! What do you say? Will you help me on this quest for invincible bladder control?” Dale didn’t reply, instead rising and leaving the bathroom without a word. Emily sat on the toilet in confusion. Had she really misread the situation that badly? Was that not exactly what Dale wanted….and the more she thought about it, what she wanted as well? But then Dale returned, carrying two bottles of water. He gave one to Emily, then took the other, unscrewed the cap, and began to drink. “Well, Em, if that’s what we’re going to do, then you better train up! I think we both need to get a lot more hydrated!” Emily grinned and began chugging down her own bottle. “And I’m sure,” she told him, “that with your weakened bladder, you’ll be needing to let your bursting pee out again before too long. And I know just the place for you to put it.” Emily held up the catheter, and the two lovebirds shared a kiss before finishing off their waters and going to the kitchen for more. satyr, Foxlover, acer913 and 24 others 25 2 Quote Link to comment
tillend 3 Posted July 10, 2018 Share Posted July 10, 2018 I can hardly find a word to describe this!It's soooooo great! Quote Link to comment
acer913 14 Posted July 10, 2018 Share Posted July 10, 2018 I love the over the topness of your stories. Quote Link to comment
FullBladder85 374 Posted July 13, 2018 Share Posted July 13, 2018 Took me several days to get through this since it was so long, but well done. I really enjoyed reading about Emily's bladder of steel. Quote Link to comment
dairymanbig 32 Posted July 13, 2018 Share Posted July 13, 2018 Fantastic. I love your stories Quote Link to comment
holdinginpee 238 Posted July 13, 2018 Share Posted July 13, 2018 speaking of the minuteboard, something i've been wondering: some time ago you posted two stories. one of them, i forget the name, but it was about two girls having a holding contest as, like, negotiations for their fathers' business deal. but as far as i could tell it disappeared after a little while. did it get taken down or did you ask for it to be deleted or what? Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted July 14, 2018 Share Posted July 14, 2018 That's not how tubes work! Or equalization of pressure! Trust me, I'm an engineer. Joking aside, it's very good. Sexy and over the top, exactly what it needs to be. Comparing your catheter stories, I think I prefer "Full to the Brim", but I definitely enjoyed this one, too. Quote Link to comment
satyr 1,314 Posted July 16, 2018 Share Posted July 16, 2018 You know, I usually prefer stories that are slightly more realistic in terms of amount and duration of holding. But your style of writing has one of my favorite kinds of character: the bladder queen who's too proud for her own good, and the ever-increasing embarrassment of having their friend/partner encourage them go to the potty like a toddler, the increasing humiliation of not being able to hide their desperation despite their boasting... So, well done, holditin. By the way, are there any stories of yours that aren't on here or on deviantart? Quote Link to comment
FullBladder85 374 Posted July 17, 2018 Share Posted July 17, 2018 1 hour ago, satyr said: By the way, are there any stories of yours that aren't on here or on deviantart? I think there's a couple of newer ones that he only posted at the Holding It Board he referenced, which has been down for a few weeks, and may be gone for good. I can't name any off the top of my head, other then 'The New Girl's Needs', which is probably the best desperation story I've read in the last year or two. I think you should really post it here Holditin. Quote Link to comment
holditin 230 Posted July 18, 2018 Author Share Posted July 18, 2018 Thanks for all the nice words! I'm glad you all liked this one! Yes, like FullBladder85 said, there are a few of the more recent stories that I only posted on the Holding It board. Fingers crossed that the board comes back, but of course I have no idea whether it will or not at this point. Probably I'll get around to posting those stories on here or on Deviantart or somewhere ? Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted July 18, 2018 Share Posted July 18, 2018 Another great story! And yeah, it would be a shame if your other stories would be missed by user that haven't read on holdingit. Especially the one with the two daugthers having a holding contest (The daughter that wasn't allowed to pee? Something like that) was awesome - and didn't have too long times and amounts of holding. (For those who prefer it to be more realistic) Quote Link to comment
watchinghold 71 Posted July 20, 2018 Share Posted July 20, 2018 Incredible story as always. Took me multiple sittings to finish it, but it was so fucking worth it. Bravo, sir. Bravo. Quote Link to comment
omolover97 12 Posted December 12, 2018 Share Posted December 12, 2018 So fucking hot, god I'm a sucker for these over the top, impossible stories. Thank you for this one Quote Link to comment
dairymanbig 32 Posted April 11, 2020 Share Posted April 11, 2020 @holditin Please write more like this. Perhaps a sequel for Emily. Maybe she and Dale go camping and the toilets are out for the whole campsite for a week or something. N1ghtR1d3r and SpaceWonderer 1 1 Quote Link to comment
Guest Peter-P Posted April 24, 2020 Share Posted April 24, 2020 (edited) On 7/14/2018 at 1:38 PM, randomkath said: That's not how tubes work! Or equalization of pressure! Trust me, I'm an engineer. Joking aside, it's very good. Sexy and over the top, exactly what it needs to be. Yes, that is a sexy and arousing story 🙂 And about that special catheter: The critic is right, higher pressure relieves into lower pressure until both are equal. So Emilie's bladder would have relieved into the other's bladders... But let's be creative: there could be a little hand driven pump in the tube between both bladders... And in our phantasy we can switch off the principles of the natural laws! Some people can even fly to other stars 😉 😛 Edited April 24, 2020 by Peter-P (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
SpaceWonderer 699 Posted April 24, 2020 Share Posted April 24, 2020 8 hours ago, Peter-P said: And about that special catheter: The critic is right, higher pressure relieves into lower pressure until both are equal. So Emilie's bladder would have relieved into the other's bladders... But let's be creative: there could be a little hand driven pump in the tube between both bladders... And in our phantasy we can switch off the principles of the natural laws! Some people can even fly to other stars 😉 😛 There can be a simple height difference too. 🙂 If emptying bladder will be higher than filling one, pressure exchange will work just fine. For example, Emily can be squatting, or sitting on the floor, and whoever empties their bladder, can be standing. The same principle is being used for giving bag enemas, when bag with liquid is being hung 2-4 feet above the end of tube. Quote Link to comment
Guest Peter-P Posted April 24, 2020 Share Posted April 24, 2020 (edited) Yes, but at relatively high pressure some of the fluid will stand inside the tube up to the level related to the pressure. The diameter of the tube doesn't matter (except it would be unrealistically thin and the capillary effect would get relevant). That means a thin long vertical tube could reduce the capacity of the outside the receiving bladder remaining fluid. 🙂 But it would also mean to pee against a high resistance into the lower, receiving bladder 😛 Edited April 24, 2020 by Peter-P (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted April 26, 2020 Share Posted April 26, 2020 You know, that was just supposed to be a snarky remark. 😋 It doesn't take me out of the story at all, no worries. Quote Link to comment
Cy_The_Fox 26 Posted September 30, 2021 Share Posted September 30, 2021 Do double ended catheters like this actually exist? Quote Link to comment
SpaceWonderer 699 Posted September 30, 2021 Share Posted September 30, 2021 4 hours ago, Cy_The_Fox said: Do double ended catheters like this actually exist? I don't know if they come like that from the factories, but I know some people actually did a similar thing. Possibly, they had to do some basic home engineering with two catheters and some kind of a connector, like the ones people use to connect fish tank tubes etc. If I would need to make a double ended catheter I'm sure I would easily figure how to make one, as long as I would have someone to use it with... Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted September 30, 2021 Share Posted September 30, 2021 7 hours ago, Cy_The_Fox said: Do double ended catheters like this actually exist? If two vessels are connected by a tube they equal the pressure. It would not be possible for one with less in her bladder to relieve herself into one with a much fuller bladder. Quote Link to comment
SpaceWonderer 699 Posted September 30, 2021 Share Posted September 30, 2021 (edited) 4 hours ago, wedgeantilles said: If two vessels are connected by a tube they equal the pressure. It would not be possible for one with less in her bladder to relieve herself into one with a much fuller bladder. You forgot that whoever has less full bladder can use muscles to increase pressure (basically to try forcefully pee), and recipient can relax muscles as much as possible. Also if I remember physics from school, height difference creates pressure difference, so if someone with less full bladder stands and another person sits on low stool or squats, it will create pressure difference for urine to flow down even if initially pressure was equal or if lower bladder was fuller. I believe height difference plus using your muscles can create a lot of extra pressure even for a bursting bladder. Edited September 30, 2021 by SpaceWonderer (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
user left 126 Posted October 1, 2021 Share Posted October 1, 2021 (edited) 15 hours ago, SpaceWonderer said: You forgot that whoever has less full bladder can use muscles to increase pressure (basically to try forcefully pee), and recipient can relax muscles as much as possible. Also if I remember physics from school, height difference creates pressure difference, so if someone with less full bladder stands and another person sits on low stool or squats, it will create pressure difference for urine to flow down even if initially pressure was equal or if lower bladder was fuller. I believe height difference plus using your muscles can create a lot of extra pressure even for a bursting bladder. Re: Muscle power: The pure power of the bladder walls could create surprises when a bladder starts to spasm! That power of a major spasm should give extreme pressure onto the other bladder too. And the second bladder then automatically will spasms too as a reflex. There will be an extreme powerplay, which could become dangerous. Re. Height differences: The different height levels could work, but also can be dangerous when the force is underestimated! It is unimportant how much the upper 'container' holds/contains and also the diameter of the tube is unimportant, but just the height difference and the gravity g=9.81 on planet earth and the barometric air pressure have influence on the result. That is the hydrostatic paradox. Hydrostatic paradox: Any quantity of liquid, however small, may be made to support any weight, however large. That means: The small tube with the level W by it's difference of height will give the same pressure to the lower container as a much larger container with tons of water but on the same level would give...! And this physical law of nature makes it dangerous: If somebody lifts the upper vessel (1st bladder) too high, the below vessel (2nd bladder) can definitely be made burst. This is also possible with just a thin diameter tube filled with water or urine (even without any upper bladder...), when the tube and fluid level is on a too high level...!!! The hydrostatic pressure (p) is p = ρFl ⋅ g ⋅ h + p0 with p = hydrostatic pressure (the resulting pressure in the lower vessel) ρFl = density of the fluid (for water 1,000 kg/m³, urine a little more heavy) g = acceleration by the gravitational constant = 9,81 m/s² h = difference of height levels p0 = pressure at reference level I hope you can see the scale left hand of the sketch: (else read below the sketch) Every 10 m add +1 bar of pressure, with 1 bar = 10,197.162 kg/m² (The vertical scale in black letters left hand of the sketch shows 0 m, 1 bar on water level, and below -10m, 2 bar; -20m, 3 bar; -30m, 4 bar; -40m, 5 bar.) See: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertical_pressure_variation#Hydrostatic_paradox Edited October 1, 2021 by Peter-P (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
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