Xx4evRockerxX 702 Posted March 16, 2019 Share Posted March 16, 2019 Hello all! So this is a somewhat impromptu story I was certainly not planning on. It’s Friday night. Dinner’s done. Chores and other housely expectations were nearly completed. I was looking forward to a night of holding and working on my story in the Fiction section called - Never Actually Empty. You should go check it out 😛 Anyway, just as I was getting towards the end of my real life responsibilities, my apartment lost power. It’s a pretty nasty storm out, so I totally understand why I lost it. I’m also not planning on getting it back anytime soon because of aforementioned storm. Now, I’m not going to sit here and tell you all about how I was halfway through some incredibly epic hold I’d been planning for weeks. Because that’s not true. That’s the story that belongs in the Fiction section with my Never Actually Empty story - seriously, you should give it a read. Leave a comment there too if you like it. I LOVE feedback. Lol. The truth is, when the power went out, I’d just gone maybe ten minutes beforehand. I was actually quite empty when it went. I was, however, at the tail end of prepping for a pretty legit hold. I was employing the “drink as much as you want as often as you want and go whenever you feel even the slightest urge” preparing method. I find it results in seriously rapid desperation seemingly out of thin air. It’s so fun. So, needless to say, I’m rather filled up on liquids. The last time I went, right before the power went out, my stream was pretty much just water it was so clear. I’m expecting to start to feel the need soon. To complicate things, though, I’m on well water. What does that mean to all you city water people? Well, it means I lose water when I lose power. That means no shower, no sink, and more importantly to me, no working toilet. That’s right, when the power goes out, my toilet stops flushing. The power went out at about 10 o’clock local time. It’s about 10:45 now. I feel like I could go if, for example, I needed to give a sample at a Doctors office, or if it was my “just try” wee before a particularly long trip. But otherwise, I’m okay at the moment. I don’t know how the night will turn out, but I know it’s going to start to get rather interesting for me very soon. Stay tuned. I plan to update as the events of my evening unfold. 🙂 Maya and Ranpalan 2 Quote Link to comment
Xx4evRockerxX 702 Posted March 16, 2019 Author Share Posted March 16, 2019 It’s about 11 now and wow, how 15 minutes can make a HUGE difference! I went from “meh” about needing to go, to needing to go. Currently I’m just laying on my bed playing on my phone since no power means no internet or TV. It also means no lights. So pretty much, all I can do is lay here and think about what’s inevitably coming. I don’t even want to try to go to sleep either because there’s no way that has any chance of ending well. To say I’m a bit concerned at this point would be fair. More to come Maya 1 Quote Link to comment
Xx4evRockerxX 702 Posted March 16, 2019 Author Share Posted March 16, 2019 11:30 Am hour and a half since I last went and I HAVE TO GO!! It’s actually a weird feeling. Its not just the usual desperation that I do to myself. No. This is something more. I think it’s because of the added fact that while yes, I enjoy not allowing myself to go, I also know that right now, I can’t go. It’s not just self imposed. Still laying on my bed, but I’ve now pulled my pants off. I’m just in a big sweatshirt and my purple undies, crossing my legs tightly. Update soon Quote Link to comment
trackboy 113 Posted March 16, 2019 Share Posted March 16, 2019 Are there any ups units beeping? Do you have generator? blackout lights that come on when the power is out? flashlights??? You can pee in the toilet when you get to where you can't hold it. just dont flush it until the power is back on. desperatewet 1 Quote Link to comment
Xx4evRockerxX 702 Posted March 16, 2019 Author Share Posted March 16, 2019 Guys, ok, wow. MAJOR change in events over the last half hour. So like right after my last post, I heard a knock on my door. I live alone so you can bet I wasn’t about to answer it. But still, I was curious. Making as little noise as possible, I tip toed to the door to look out the perp hole to see my neighbor, Mr. (I’m obviously changing the name here so we’ll call him Mr. Smith). I went back to my room planning on him leaving, but then he called out (Again, name change. Actually, just assume all the names are changed here) “Sierra? It’s Mr. Smith. Are you here?” Mr. Smith is actually one of the few people I trust around my apartment. He’s middle aged. Decent job. Wife who also has a good career and a daughter around my age who recently moved away. Reluctantly because I was really starting to need to go, I put on my pajama pants again over my filling bladder, and answered the door. Long story short, he asked if I was okay to which I said I was. I don’t think he believed me because he then proceeded to offer for me to stay with him and his wife for the night. I could stay in their daughter’s room. I thought about it and it probably wasn’t such a bad idea. Especially given the fact that the storm is supposed to get really bad later tonight. I invited him in and said to give me a minute to grab a few things for the night. By flashlight, I went back to my room and threw on a bra as well as packed a few essentials into an overnight bag. I also pulled down my pants and undies, which let me tell you, feels SUPER weird when your neighbor is in the next room, and threw on one of those thick overnight pads you use when tampons aren’t an option. It was a just in case for multiple reasons. But boy, did having my pants down, even just for that short amount of time make my need jump. I walked back out to my main room where Mr. Smith and I left my apartment for their house across the street. The winds where starting to get really bad and I’m actually starting to get a little scared. Mrs. Smith greeted me with open arms, like she always does. They gave me a few minutes to put my things down in their daughter’s room. I’d been somewhat friends with her before she moved and had been in there before. We then met back in their main room. We all agreed it was best to try and get some sleep, which is when Mrs. Smith asked me “Sierra, do you need to use the restroom before going to bed?” Yes, yes, YES! Oh so badly at this point. I was actually impressed by how well I was holding myself together and not actually holding myself. But here’s the thing. A) I had no idea how that was going to be accomplished. What exactly did they have in mind for how I would be able to go? And B) The part of me deep down that’s engrossed with holding was both curious, and daring. So I answered “I think I’m okay for now. Out of curiosity though for in case I need to go later tonight, how would I go? I know we can’t use the water because of the power. I hadn’t really thought about it until you just asked.” It was a lie, of course. That’s about all I’ve thought of. Especially how heavy my belly was starting to feel. I really need to go. Her answer was interesting, to say the least. And not at all what I was expecting. More to follow as my night unfolds david_578 and SpaceWonderer 2 Quote Link to comment
SpaceWonderer 696 Posted April 30, 2019 Share Posted April 30, 2019 @Xx4evRockerxX Very interesting story, do you plan to continue it? Quote Link to comment
Xx4evRockerxX 702 Posted May 24, 2019 Author Share Posted May 24, 2019 @Dtravis I do plan on continuing to update you all with what happened. I actually forgot I even started writing about this night for a while there. Sorry! I’ve also actually moved since that night so it’s kinda fun thinking back to that place. Anyway... Mrs. Smith continued on to answer me by saying “Well, I know it’s not ideal, but the only thing either of us could think of is taking a walk out into the back woods, behind the building and watering a tree.” ”But what about the storm? Or other people?” I asked, concerned about the validity of her plan. ”That’s why I want both of us to go out together. Safety in numbers. And I’d prefer if we go only when the storm is in a bit of a lull like it is now. Avoid too much risk of falling trees.” ”Sounds good,” I answered, now becoming concerned. Right now was the perfect time to go, and I certainly had to, but I’d literally just told her I didn’t have to. I couldn’t now turn around and say I was actually bursting. No, I’d have to wait until the storm picked back up, them died back down again. Me and my bright ideas. “Actually, that’s why I asked if you needed to go,” Mrs. Smith continued. “I quite need to having not gone since before the storm even started. Would you mind coming out with me and just stand watch?” Stand feet away from a bursting bladder being released onto wet ground while I myself was in urgent need? Sure, what could go wrong? But of course I had to say yes. The Smiths were nice enough to invite me to stay with them overnight for safety. The absolute least I could do in return was keep watch for Mrs. Smith while she had a wee. The problem came, could I hold my own wee while hearing hers? That was the question at the forefront of my thought process. And soon to be answered. More to come! I won’t forget about this thread this time either! Lol DouglasCande, Maya, david_578 and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
DouglasCande 106 Posted May 25, 2019 Share Posted May 25, 2019 Looking forward to how this ended! Quote Link to comment
univgirlkelsie 468 Posted May 25, 2019 Share Posted May 25, 2019 god i wish i had a situation of actual desperation instead of self-imposed, when i was alone in my room Quote Link to comment
Maya 226 Posted May 25, 2019 Share Posted May 25, 2019 I really want to know how this story ends too! Quote Link to comment
Xx4evRockerxX 702 Posted May 27, 2019 Author Share Posted May 27, 2019 Finally! I finally got a chance to finish writing about that night over a month ago. Long over due. I apologize for all the waiting and thank you for the patience! So without further hesitation, here goes! I followed Mrs. Smith outside, and down a small path leading into the wooded area behind our building. We walked along the soggy trail for about 30 seconds, just long enough to be out of sight of the building. We reached a large bush and stopped. Mrs. Smith turned to me and said, “Go ahead, dear.” ”Go ahead where?” I asked. “Where do you think is best for me to keep watch for you?” ”No, I meant go ahead behind the bush and relieve yourself,” She said to my great disbelief. I’m sure my mouth gaped open for a moment. “What... What do you mean?” I asked, still attempting to maintain my story that I was alright. On the walk, I had thought about it and realized I could “just try since we’re here” after Mrs. Smith had gone, but now she had completely caught me off guard. “I’m only here to keep watch for you,” I continued. “And you will, because everything I said inside is true. I haven’t gone since before the power went out and quite need to now. Actually rather badly,” She admitted without the slightest hint of embarrassment. “But you haven’t been completely honest with me,” She continued on. “You have to relieve yourself, don’t you?” “Why do you say that?” I asked. “You’ve moved in a very slow, gentle manner since coming back with my husband and said you didn’t have to a little too quickly,” She called me out. “Sierra, I raised a daughter. I know how embarrassing these things can be. But please be honest with me. No matter how embarrassing or silly it feels. I like to think of you as my second daughter and that you can always be open and honest with me. No matter what. And especially with something as simple as a bodily function.” I teared up as she said this and gave her a big motherly hug as soon as she finished. We embraced for some time before I let go and she said, “Now please, you go first. But do be quick, I’m not sure I can hold it too much longer.” ”Thank you,” I said. “And I will be.” I darted behind the bush and squatted down, unleashing a rather strong stream. It felt amazing! But I felt bad about. My stream was strong and forcefully hitting the ground in front of me, making a loud splashing noise. I felt bad making Mrs. Smith listen to my relief while she was standing there in great need herself. Despite still having a halfway filled bladder, I cut back my stream. From forceful, to strong, to average, down to weak, and finally the last few drops. It was uncomfortable stopping like that, and I still had to go, but not nearly as bad anymore. I’d be alright for the foreseeable future. I wiped with one of the tissues Mrs. Smith grabbed before leaving the apartment and pulled my pants up, stepping around to the front of the bush again. “Oh thank goodness,” I heard Mrs. Smith whisper as she dashed behind the bush just as I stepped back onto the narrow path. Walking back to the apartment, Mrs. Smith said, “You know, Sierra, if you kept going with that stream of yours for another few seconds, I don’t think I would have made it. Oh to be young and strong again.” While I still had to wee, more than I may have like, I was glad I had made the decision to stop early to allow her to go. After the last few minutes of her both confiding in me, and allowing me to go first despite her being very desperate (from the sounds of it, borderline wetting herself), I was happy to manage an awkwardly full bladder for the night since it meant she had her relief. After getting back to the apartment, we all went right to bed. It took me a while to fall asleep. I always have some trouble sleeping when I have to go. Eventually, I did find some rest. I don’t remember when I feel asleep, but I woke up out of a nice dream. Mad I returned to the real world from my dream, one thing became evident - I needed to wee. Badly. My short wee last night combined with the rest of the fluids I had been drinking yesterday in preparation for a hold led to a very full bladder now. It was the kind of full where unless I was purposefully doing a hold, I would make it a point to get to the bathroom quickly. Like run there kind of quickly. Like run there holding myself with my pants / undies already half way down kind of quickly. But that wasn’t an option for a few reasons. The first, I didn’t know if the power had come back on yet. Easy enough, I rolled over and flicked the switch on the lamp. The lightbulb came on, illuminating the room completely with the early morning sunlight. Good, one hurdle out of the way. The second reason though, was also my main reason. I was a guest. I couldn’t justify running down my host’s hallway to fling myself onto their guest toilet and release an absurd amount of pee forcefully. Knowing Mrs. Smith, she probably cleaned their guest bathroom just for me before Mr. Smith came to get me. I couldn’t bring myself to dirty it just in time to leave. No, I would hold it until I got back to my apartment. Even if that meant there was a chance I wouldn’t be able to hold it all the way as my whole lower abdomen started to throb. I got out of bed and quickly packed the few things I had brought over as well as changed the sheets to a new pair. My urethra felt nothing but pressure the entire time and I’m not too ashamed to admit I sort of potty danced my way through these tasks. I composed myself as best I could and stepped out of my temporary room to find the Smiths in their kitchen drinking coffee and eating some take out breakfast food. I thanked them so much for their generosity, hugging each in turn. I had to go so bad that the hugs almost hurt, but were so worth it. These two are amazing people and caring neighbors. Mrs. Smith insisted I stay for breakfast, citing that most of my food had probably spoiled overnight. I politely declined her several offers. I fibbed and said I need to go home and get ready and that I’d be meeting some friends for brunch. I think she saw right through my lie, but didn’t say anything. I thanked them again and was just about to leave when Mr. Smith (probably with the coercion of Mrs. Smith), said it was still early, and he would walk me back to my apartment to make sure I was safe. I didn’t have a choice. I had to accept and would have to rely on nothing more than my pelvic muscles to keep holding for me. I’m sure I walked back slightly bent over and certainly with some haste, but Mr. Smith didn’t bring attention to it. We hugged once more at my door and he reminded me that if I ever needed anything, they’d be there for me. I appreciated it and opened my door, shutting it as casually as I could behind to not draw attention to my current state. As soon as I locked the door, my pants and undies came down, hand pushed straight up into crotch, and feet just about flew into my bathroom. I made it, but just barely. I noticed a drop on the front of the seat as I was going. I also noticed the overnight pad I had put in last night before leaving had done it’s job. At some point last night, I had a moment where I couldn’t hold it. That’s it for that night. Finally! I hope you enjoyed the read about as much as I enjoyed sitting on my toilet that morning. univgirlkelsie, waterrat, david_578 and 1 other 4 Quote Link to comment
SpaceWonderer 696 Posted May 30, 2019 Share Posted May 30, 2019 Thank you for writing it, great story and experience! Quote Link to comment
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