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  1. Hey guys, so I just measured a pee I did. It was one of those ones where you don't notice it at all and then suddenly "OMG I need to pee so bad!" Anyway, I realised this at about 21:00, having not peed since (at a guess) around 16:30. In the intervening time I had drunk 1 litre of water, 1 litre of squash and a cup of tea. I decided to measure my output as I could feel it was going to be a big one, and lo and behold, 1600ml of pee erupted the moment I pulled my boxers down! This is the second biggest pee I've ever measured (though I'm sure I've done bigger but not been able to measure). So my question is, what is the biggest pee resulting from a non - deliberate hold that you guys have ever done, and what were the circumstances leading up to it?
  2. The most I ever managed to measure was 1700ml, but that was after I'd lost a couple of spurts, so maybe slightly more, who knows. But that was an exception, and I normally can only hold around 1400/1500ml. Longest pee was probably around a minute and a half. It sounds cool to have a big bladder, but it takes me hours to get desperate. I envy everyone in this thread with a 700/800ml bladder :(
  3. female Carole's Long Walk

    What a lucky guy you are to have had such an experience. Would be interested in hearing your other experiences with Carole, if you feel like writing them up :)
  4. Hi guys, I've written another story about Helen, sort of following on from "Helen: The Lady on the Plane". If you've got any questions or suggestions for future stories involving Helen please leave them below, I'm always happy to hear your thoughts. Saying that, I've got a couple of ideas already and will write about Helen again in the not too distant future. Enjoy :) ***** "Another pint, Helen?" Came the call from the other side of the room. Helen's bladder twinged, demanding her attention, but she tried to ignore it. "Ooh yes please, thanks very much Dave" came Helen's response. Helen decided that this would be her last, as it would soon be time to head back to the office. She was on an extended 'working' lunch and while she wanted to relax and enjoy herself, she needed to maintain a modicum of professionalism. The purpose of the lunch was for Helen, as a bidding manager for DLB (a major infrastructure and construction consultancy), to get to know her prospective clients over at the Department for Transport a bit better. DLB had recently put in a strong bid to build part of a new bypass in Lincolnshire. Whilst not the biggest contract DLB had ever seen, it would represent Helen's first big win as they relatively newly appointed manager of the bidding team. Helen, as ever, was dressed to impress. She had a low cut blouse that stopped just short of showing off her ample, voluptuous breasts. Her suit jacket nipped in at her narrow waist while her skirt stopped a good 6 inches short of her knee. It was tight enough to show the outline of her broad hips and large, perky bum. The 5 inch black heels she had chosen only helped to further emphasise her hourglass figure. Helen knew only too well the power that a woman like her wielded over the middle aged male contracts managers she often dealt with. Dave, one of her assistant bidders, returned from the bar with Helen's fourth pint of the afternoon. Helen glanced at her watch. She had about twenty minutes until she needed to be on her way. She shuffled in her seat. "I think this'll be my last one Dave, I need to be on my way fairly shortly, much as I'd like to stay." "Ahh that's a shame, but that's no problem, I think I'll need to make a move too. I've got that Skype meeting with Sue and some folks from HR in a little while" he said, rolling his eyes. "Ooh that sounds like great fun, still, I think Erica and Laura have got the DfT guys just about occupied." She quipped. They both glanced over to the other side of the room where Helen's two bidding assistants were drinking merrily, laughing and talking freely with the DfT managers. Helen couldn't remember the DfT guys being all that funny, but it looked like Erica and Laura's shameless flirting may help DLB win the contract, so Helen didn't really mind. Another dull pulse from her bladder reminded Helen that she really should be on her way soon. The lunch had started just after 12, and it was now almost 15:00. Helen was about a third of the way through her fourth pint, and had not relieved herself since around 10:30.She'd come straight to the lunch from a meeting, and the old pub had very limited, rather unpleasant toilet facilities, so up until now she had decided to hold it. This fact, combined with the coffee she had had to get her through her 11:00am meeting, meant that all of a sudden getting to a bathroom was at the forefront of Helen's mind. She prided herself on having a good, strong bladder. She often lasted through tedious 3 hour board meetings where they were all plied with copious tea, coffee and water. Helen had always resisted nipping out to the loo so as to not look weak in the male dominated environment in which she worked, although the men were more than happy too.Truth be told, Helen quite enjoyed having a full bladder. She felt that it sharpened her mind, and stopped her losing focus during the endless conversations about cost margins, resourcing, and contract negotiations. She had had several close calls on a few occasions, but nothing that a surreptitious crossing of the legs and a quick dash to the toilet after the meeting couldn't solve. However holding almost four pints of beer and a coffee for almost five hours was a slightly different ball game. Helen and Dave carried on sipping their drinks and discussed how the lunch had gone. Dave, as a relatively experienced bidding assistant, had a couple of pointers for Helen, who was still fairly new to her role as manager. Helen, keen to be seen as an approachable manager who interacted freely with her colleagues, listened as intently as she could. But the fullness of her bladder made it very difficult to her concentrate, and just about all she could muster was a series of strained 'mhmm's' and 'ahh yes's'. Before too long they had both finished their drinks and gathered their things to leave. "Think I might just nip to the loo Helen, while we're here" said Dave. "Good idea, I should probably do that too" Helen replied, trying to disguise her obvious enthusiasm for the proposal. Helen followed Dave downstairs from the private function room on the top floor of the pub, walking gingerly past the bar and towards the toilets. The old pub just across from the DLB offices was very behind the times, with only one cubicle for men, and one for women. Dave pushed open the door and entered the men's. Helen pushed open the door to the ladies but once inside was confronted with an "ENGAGED" sign. Her bladder pulsed again. She tried to shove a hand into her crotch, but her tight business skirt rendered the move pointless. Luckily there was no leakage, yet. Helen waited for a minute or so, pacing gently on the spot, but then heard Dave coming out of the other toilet. She considered making a quick dash into the men's, but didn't want to show herself up in front of her colleague. Besides, the journey over the road and up to the 40th floor of the high-rise building DLB occupied would only take 5 minutes or so. Helen hadn't had such a full bladder since the plane ride back from holiday where she had so nearly disgraced herself, but she was pretty sure she could manage. She reluctantly exited the toilet and joined Dave. "All good to go?" Dave smiled. "Absolutely, all those beers can really get to you huh?" Helen replied through slightly gritted teeth. By now Helen's outfit was beginning to work against her. The high heels made every step a sharp jolt that made her wince terribly, as her bladder gave out signals that it wanted badly to void its contents. The tight business skirt she had chosen to show off her broad hips and bum not only stopped her from holding her crotch; it also cut into Helen's stomach unbearably as the bulge of her bladder slowly grew. They left the pub, went over the road, and entered the lobby of the DLB offices. Helen had to rush slightly to keep up with Dave, who took such long strides, and the jolting sensation on her bladder caused her to wince and again attempt hold herself. Helen fumbled for her lift pass as Dave called the lift down to the ground floor. After a short while the lift arrived and Helen and Dave entered. The entrance to the lift was narrow, and in her haste to get to the 40th floor, Helen bumped into Dave and her pass was knocked out of her hand and on to the floor of the lift. Dave stooped to retrieve the pass, but out of instinct and embarrassment Helen quickly bent to pick it up herself. This turned out to be a mistake. The waistband of Helen's skirt dug sharply into her bladder, compressing it when it could not be compressed, and a short, sharp jet of pee escaped her bladder, burst through her tiny cotton thong, and soaked into the seat of her tight business skirt. Helen gasped, squeezed her bladder shut with all her might, retrieved her pass and slowly stood up. She was careful to keep her front facing Dave, as she was sure she now had a large wet spot on the seat of her skirt. "Are you ok?" Dave said. "Fine" said Helen "I just bent down too quickly." She placed her lift pass on the scanner which instantly blinked green. Dave selected the 40th floor and the lift doors slid slowly closed. Helen's condition seemed to be worsening by the moment. The leak had moistened her underwear and broken the seal. This made her need to pee even more urgent. Her bladder throbbed incessantly, begging for relief. Had Helen been in the lift alone, she would have had no shame about hitching up her skirt and plunging a hand between her legs to make sure she reached the 40th floor without further incident. As she was with Dave, this was obviously out of the question. Helen instead had to settle for using her bladder muscles alone. If she lost another spurt then she knew it would begin to run down her legs, and the game would almost certainly be over. The lift ascended smoothly up through the building, and Helen, while totally on edge, unable to converse with Dave, clenched her muscles and thought - prayed - that she was in with a chance of getting the relief she so desperately craved. However, as they passed the 36th floor, the lift began to slow, and stopped short on the 38th floor. The doors opened and they were greeted with the face of a young, cheery looking man in blue overalls. "I'm really sorry guys, but we're having a bit of trouble with the system on the 39th floor. If you want you can wait and we should have it sorted in about ten minutes, otherwise if you want to go any further up you can use the back staircase just around the corner there." This news could not have been worse for Helen. She doubted whether she was going to last another five minutes, let alone another ten. Taking the stairs was going to be similarly problematic. Walking upstairs was difficult enough in the tight skirt Helen had chosen, and the high heels only worsened the situation. Coupled with her full, already leaking bladder, she doubted her ability to make it. But the only other option was to wet herself in front of Dave, and after that he would never respect her. "No" Helen thought. "I made it against all the odds at the airport, and I can make it now." "I don't suppose there's a loo on this floor is there?" Helen asked the man in the overalls. "I'm afraid not miss" the man replied. "There's a men's on the 38th here and then the next women's is on the 39th, but you'll need a pass to get onto the 39th floor from the back staircase." "Ahh, never mind then" Helen breathed through gritted teeth, knowing that her and Dave's passes would not grant them access to the 39th floor. "What do you wanna do Helen, fancy the stairs?" Dave inquired innocently. "Yes, O...ok then" Helen stammered. Dave let Helen go first up the stairs, much to her dismay, as her leak from earlier would now be clearly visible to him. There were four staircases between the two floors, each of about 15 stairs, and Helen knew it would be a struggle. She tried to walk normally up the first few stairs, but quickly realised it was futile. The pressure her skirt exerted on her overly full bladder as it was stretched tight across her stomach was unbearable. She instead had to take each stair very slowly, and step both feet up onto a stair before advancing to the next one. Dave, having now seen the wet spot on Helen's skirt, and overheard the conversation with the lift engineer, started to put two and two together. "Are you ok Helen?" He inquired innocently. "Yes Dave, I'm alri..." Helen started, before gasping and desperately pawing at her skirt and crossing her legs where she stood, as her bladder pulsed urgently once more. "...I, actually Dave, I never got to go at the pub. I'm absolutely bursting for the loo, as you can probably tell." "Oh" came Dave's stunned response. Despite Helen's obvious predicament, he hadn't expected her to be so open about it. "Yes, I haven't been to the loo since about half past ten. I had a coffee just after that to get me through the meeting with Martin. Then we went straight to the pub. I had four pints there and because that pub is so bloody outdated, I never got to go" Helen blurted out. She jigged around slightly on the spot as she talked. "I've had probably 5 pints of liquid and haven't relieved myself in 5 and a half hours". "I see" said Dave, still stunned at his managers candour. "Do you think you'll be ok?" inquired Dave. "I don't know, but I've got to try, I'm right on the edge." Came Helen's strained response. "Can you do me a favour Dave?" "Of course" "Don't tell anyone about this, I'm new to this job and no one would ever take me seriously if they found out about this." Helen murmured. "No, no of course not." "Thanks" "Now let's get you to the loo, I've seen you drinking all that coffee in meetings Helen. I know you've got a bladder of steel. You can make it" Dave smiled, knowingly. Helen was slightly surprised to learn that anyone had noticed, but didn't have time to worry right now. She turned and began her way up the second flight of stairs. She continued gingerly placing one foot on each step, followed by the other. She cursed herself for wearing the skirt and heels, and vowed to wear more practical clothing in future if heavy drinking were to be involved. Her bladder pulsed again, and this time a strong spurt emanated from her crotch. Most of it ran down her legs but a few drops landed on the stair under her feet. She bent at the waist and crossed her legs again, hitching up her skirt and holding herself with one hand as she did it. Dave looked on in awe at his desperate boss, as her broad hips swayed seductively in his face. She wiggled back and forth, trying to contain herself while Dave enjoyed the show. Helen steeled herself for another few steps. She pushed off with one foot and placed it on the next step. She pushed off with the next foot and gasped as it slid out from beneath her, slipping on the pee from moments before. She sat down with a bump on the stair, and immediately the floodgates opened. Her skirt, stretched tight across her bladder, forced her pee out and through her now soaked thong at a rapid rate. A loud, high pitched hissing sound began as Helen sat, wetting herself in the back stairwell, as Dave looked on in amazement. Helen tried desperately to clamp off the flow, plunging her hand between her legs, trying to limit the damage to her clothes, and the damage to her reputation with Dave. But it was no good. Her tired bladder had been longing for relief for some time now, and Helen could do nothing to regain control over her tired muscles. Her stream continued unrelentingly for at least two minutes.As the flow slowed and eventually stopped, Helen stood up examined the damage to her clothes. Her skirt was totally ruined. The seat of her skirt was soaked through and large streaks ran all the way down the back of it. Her thong was soaked too, and her expensive black high heels also clearly showed traces of pee. "Oh god" Helen gasped. "Here, do you want my jacket?" Dave asked, sliding one arm out of the sleeve. "I think I better had" Helen replied. "Dave, could you do me a huge favour?" "Of course." "Here's the key to my locker, there's a spare pair of trousers in amongst some other clothes, could you go and get them and bring them to me? I'll be in the ladies on our floor." "Sure, do you want me to put them just outside the door or do you want to come out and get them?" Dave replied. "Err, I think there's bag somewhere in my locker too, if you put the trousers in there and leave it outside the door, then text me and I'll come out and get them" Helen said, still hugely embarrassed, but thankful for Dave's help. "Ok then, let's go" Dave said. Helen tied the sleeves of Dave's suit jacket around her waist, taking care to cover her soaked bottom with the body of the jacket, and continued up the stairs. The reception area of the DLB office was mercifully quiet, and Helen trotted quickly across it and into the toilet, whilst Dave headed for the lockers. Dave retrieved the trousers, bagged them up, left them outside the ladies and text Helen to let her know he had done so. Helen, having hidden in a cubicle, gratefully retrieved the trousers and changed into them, dried out her skirt as best she could, and disposed of her sodden underwear. She cursed the fact that she had chosen this pair of trousers as her spare pair as they were fairly old. They sat rather low (as had been the fashion at the time) and very tightly across her hips (barely acceptable for office wear) and fit snuggly around her firm, round bum. None of this was helped by the fact that Helen had put on some weight and was rather more voluptuous than when she had original bought them. They really were too tight, but they would have to do. Helen bagged up her skirt and exited the toilets. Dave, who sat close to reception, admired the view as Helen walked past him with her hips swaying seductively in the tight trousers.She returned to her desk, opened her laptop and settled back into her day to day groove of batting away emails and fielding the odd phone call from her bidding assistants. ***** About an hour later Helen felt a dull twinge in her bladder. She tried to put it off for a minute and complete an email, but the signal could not be ignored. She got up and made a quick dash to the ladies. In the 30 seconds it took to get there her desperation increased rapidly. Her tired muscles were screaming for relief and the tight trousers she was wearing were not helping as they compressed her bladder terribly. She entered the cubicle and tore her trousers down. Her tired sphincter muscles gave way and pee shot out of her at some rate for what must have been at least a minute. Only now had the last few pints caught up with Helen. Pleased she had avoiding a second accident, Helen wiped herself up, exited the toilet and went back to work. She only had half an hour left until she could leave. ***** At the end of the day Helen did not bother going again, despite a very slight twinge from her bladder. "There's no way I can need to go again this soon" she thought confidently. She filled up her water bottle and necked it straight away, as by now she was feeling the dehydrating effects of the earlier beers. She refilled it and sipped it slowly as she left the DLB office and made her way to the station. The half hour train journey never normally bothered Helen, but today was different. The busy train had no free seats, so Helen was forced to stand. By the time she reached her stop, she was clinging onto her composure for dear. Her tired bladder muscles were once again screaming for release. Her tight trousers allowed her to hold herself, which was a huge relief. Luckily for Helen she and John only lived a short five-minute walk from her nearest station. She hobbled the normal five-minute walk in just under ten minutes, shoved her key into the front door and flung it open. She flung her bag down and rushed for the bathroom. She took down her trousers, and once again released a torrent from her bladder. As she was getting changed out of her work clothes, Helen's mind began to wander back to her earlier accident. Dave, far from being disgusted, had seemed almost fascinated by her predicament. Helen wondered if this was just her mind playing tricks, but she decided she would take it up with Dave when they next spoke. Helen's mind then turned to Erica and Laura; what had become of her two assistant bidders? The last she had seen them they had been merrily throwing back drinks. Helen hadn't seen either of them leave the company of the DfT managers over the course of the whole lunch. Helen had struggled and ultimately disgraced herself, so what of Erica and Laura, who had been drinking far more than her? The next departmental meeting was going to be very interesting indeed! ***** To be continued...
  5. "I'm bursting for the loo" is probably my favourite. Sounds very proper and innocent, like the woman is trying to play down her need to go.
  6. Helen: The Lady on the Plane

    Hey guys, thanks for the positive responses so far. I was just wondering whether any of you would be interested in reading any sequels to this story. I don't mean in a direct sense (i.e. Helen goes on another plane ride and gets desperate again) but just in the sense that I've been thinking it would be interesting to put Helen in other desperate situations. So we could have "Helen: A Desperate Day at the Office" or "Helen: A Desperate Shopping Trip" or other everyday situations along those lines. I'll probably write them either way, but if anyone would like to register their interest or even suggest some scenarios that Helen could be written into, I'd be interested to hear your thoughts. Thanks :)
  7. Who's up for it?

    What is your age? 23 What is your gender? Male What is your occupation? Masters Student How many times per day do you normally pee? It varies depending on what I'm doing, but on a normal day I try and drink four litres (roughly a gallon I believe) of water, so I tend to pee probably 8 times a day. What is the longest you have ever held it? (From the time you went til the time you went again?) Probably around 12 hours on a normal day, the longest I ever did after doing a proper 'hold' was 4 hours. What is the longest you have ever held it after you started needing to? 3 hours Do you normally (when not doing something omo related) go as soon as you star needing to or do you wait until you are bursting before you go? The amount I drink normally means I'm fairly desperate each time I use the bathroom, especially when my bladder is tired towards the end of the day. Have you ever measured your output? Several times, whenever I'm doing a proper hold and it's convenient to measure. If yes, what is the most you have ever measured? Do you think this is your max capacity? The biggest hold I've ever measured was 1.8 litres. But I believe I've held more on other occasions and sadly haven't been able to measure it. What are you interested in? (Check all that apply with an -x) a. Wetting - not so much, but sometimes b. Holding - very much so c. BDSM d. Diaper e. Other Have you ever talked about omorashi with someone in person who was not interested in it? No Have you ever talked about omorashi with someone in person who was interested in it other than your partner? No Do you talk about omorashi online other than this forum or one similar? (Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, etc.) No How long have you been into omorashi? Since I was probably around 10 How long have you been practicing omorashi? Since I was around 15, but more regularly in the last 3 years or so Do you think you have a smaller than average, average, or larger than average holding ability when compared to the omorashi population? Probably somewhat larger than average judging by these forums. Do you think you have a smaller than average, average, or larger than average holding ability when compared to the general population? Compared to most people I believe I have a very strong, well trained bladder with a large capacity. Have you ever entered into a holding contest in real life? No, but would be very interested in having one with a girl.
  8. This story is very strongly inspired by an experience I had on a flight coming back home from holiday about a week ago. Just after I had sat down, a couple - we'll call them Helen and John as I don't know what their real names were - came and sat down in the row in front of me. Helen was probably around 40 and looked even younger. She was tall and slim, with a nice perky bum and a large bust. She was dressed for the warm weather and wore a loose, coral coloured blouse and thin, slim fitting, white linen trousers that hugged her ample hips perfectly. At first, I didn't take all that much notice of her, but as the flight went on I was unable to pay attention to much else. Here is the story as I imagine it from her perspective, hope you enjoy 😊 _____ Helen sat down in the middle seat of row 29, her husband, John, to her left in the aisle seat. She had had a splitting headache since around 4 o'clock, and the late departure of the flight back to London Heathrow hadn't helped. There was a three and a half-hour flight ahead, and she wanted to get home. "John, I've still got that headache, do you have any more painkillers I could take?" Helen groaned, rubbing her temple with two fingers. "Yeah sure, but I don't have any water for you to take them with, we'll have to get a bottle after take-off" John replied. Helen sighed, sat back, and waited while the rest of the passengers took to their seats. In contrast to the delayed departure, the plane taxied to the runway promptly and they were in the air before too long. The pilot turned the seatbelt warning light out, and the cabin crew were soon coming around with refreshments. Helen bought a large, litre bottle of water, keen to rehydrate herself as well as take the painkillers, to stave off the headache until she got home. She knocked back the painkillers and began to drink the litre of water in fast little sips, as quickly as she could manage. She chatted with John for a while about how the delay would affect their taxi ride home, and she hoped she wouldn't get to bed too late. By the time Helen had finished the bottle of water the painkillers were beginning to make her feel drowsy. About an hour into the flight, she fell fast asleep. ***** Helen awoke two hours later to John nudging her on the arm, "Helen, wake up, you won't sleep tonight if you sleep through the whole flight" he joked. Helen came slowly round and soon realised that she'd made a mistake with the bottle of water two hours earlier. "Ooh god, how long till we land? I really need the loo" she whispered. "Well, we've been in the air for about 3 hours, so I'd guess we have at least another half an hour" John estimated. "God, really? I hate plane loos, but there's no way I can wait that long. Why did you let me drink all that water?" She laughed, through gritted teeth. Reluctantly, Helen stood up and walked to the back of the plane. Unfortunately, as it was towards the end of the flight, there was a small queue for the toilet, with three women in front of Helen, presumably in a similar, if not quite so serious situation. As she had stood up, Helen had begun to realise the magnitude of her predicament. She had had a litre of water two hours ago, and had been drinking steadily prior to the flight, to reduce the severity of her headache. She hadn't been to the loo in almost four hours and had drunk probably two litres or more since then. Her bladder really was very full indeed. Helen didn't want anybody else to be aware of her situation, but being as full as she was, she couldn't help but step very slowly from foot to foot whilst bending slightly at the waist. One woman exited the toilet and another entered. Five minutes went by and Helen was beginning to get worried. Her situation was getting worse, and despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help but firmly cross her legs and place a hand gently between her thighs. "God" she thought "Hurry up!" Another woman exited the toilet and another entered. Crossing her legs and holding herself was helping Helen to control her urge to pee. Another five minutes passed. Now there was only one lady between her and the relief she so desperately needed. Despite her struggle, she thought she was going to make it. *BING* "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will soon be landing at London Heathrow airport. For your safety and comfort, please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts until the Fasten Seat Belt sign is switched off. We hope you have had a pleasant flight and hope to see you again soon." "Oh fuck, no!" Helen thought. She toyed with the idea of remaining in the queue, as it was only her and one other woman, and by now she was getting very worried about her chances of making it if she did not release the torrent of pee inside her very soon. Just then a hostess appeared from the galley kitchen at the back of the plane, and dashed those hopes entirely. "My apologies ladies, but may I ask you both to return to your seats and fasten your seat belts as we will soon be landing". Helen groaned, turned, and walked back to her seat. "Relieved?" said John. "No, there was a queue, so I didn't get to go. I'm not sure I'm going to make it John, I'm absolutely bursting for the loo" came Helen's strained reply. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be on the ground soon" he reassured her. "I hope so" she said, not putting too much faith in his words. As Helen sat down, the last woman who had gone into the toilet walked past and sat down in her seat, a few rows in front of Helen and John. Helen eyed her relaxed gait with considerable envy, and felt a pulse from her bladder as the plane hit turbulence and jolted. She did not have long. She fastened her seatbelt and settled into her seat as best she could. The plane turned down and to the left, descending slowly in a wide loop over outer South West London. Ten minutes later Helen was practically crawling up the wall in desperation. She had her legs tightly crossed, with both hands pressed firmly between her thighs. She was trying with all her might to contain the litres of pee that her bladder alone was struggling to contain. Meanwhile the plane had made little progress towards the ground. This time of the week the airport was very busy, with holidaymakers returning home, ready for the working week ahead. Another five minutes went by and by now Helen was softly pumping her leg up and down and shifting around in her seat noticeably, trying anything she could to control herself. She was now past caring what anyone else thought, even though the person in the window seat to right of her must now clearly be able to see what her predicament was, and quite how serious it had gotten. The plane continued its slow descent, and after another ten minutes or so they were approaching the runway. As they touched down, Helen's seatbelt dug into her bladder, and the vibrations from the runway caused Helen to gasp suddenly, as a small spurt of pee escaped into her knickers. This was especially bad news for Helen because today she had worn a very thin pair of knickers that would not absorb any further accidents. On top of this, the white linen trousers that had served her so well in the Mediterranean heat would clearly show up even the tiniest of leaks. She needed to get to a toilet and she needed to get to one now. The journey from runway to gate was mercifully short, and the seat belt warning signs were soon turned off. As the plane pulled up to the gate, John stood up and passed Helen her bag from the overhead locker, before retrieving his own. "Not long now" he said reassuringly, as she sat silently in concentration. "God, I hope so" came Helen's whispered reply. Five or so minutes passed as the executive and business class passengers disembarked through the only exit at the front of the plane. Helen remained seated, keen for as few people as possible to see how desperate to pee she was. She had put on enough of a show earlier in the queue. Finally, the rest of the passengers could disembark, but progress was torturously slow. Many passengers were still retrieving bags, and seemingly in no rush, much to Helen's dismay. She eventually entered the aisle, allowing John to go first. She tried manfully to walk normally, but by now she had been holding upwards of two litres of pee for nearly five hours. She was bent slightly at the waist and couldn't help but hold herself between her legs as she walked. They exited the plane and began the long walk to passport control. Helen tried to walk purposefully towards the relief she so craved, but each step jogged her tired bladder so terribly that she was forced to make slow progress. A fellow passenger brushed past her to get ahead onto the travellator, and the jolt caused Helen to bend double in an effort to contain another spurt. She was going to wet herself any minute. She hobbled off the end of the travellator and around a corner, there it was. The relief Helen had been in dire need of for over an hour now. The toilet was just the other side of the electronic passport control gates. Helen followed John to the nearest gate where they joined the back of a short queue. She was still bent over, hand firmly between her legs. She wiggled her firm bottom around and pee danced for all she was worth, giving the people in the queue behind her quite the show. At one point her posture, her bouncing and her loose-fitting top combined to give the security guard the other side of the gate an eyeful of her ample breasts. But she didn't care, she was so very close; both to relief, and to wetting herself. The queue dwindled gradually as people passed through the electronic passport gate. Many people seemed unfamiliar with the relatively new - fangled system, and seemed to dither a lot as a result. This was utter torture for poor Helen’s bladder which felt as if it was about to burst any moment. Helen shook constantly with the effort to hold back the tide. "Fuck, I hope I can make it" she stammered under her breath. Soon, it was John's turn to pass through the gate. He fumbled getting his passport out of his pocket, but soon placed it on the reader and after a short thinking time the system let him through the first part of the gate. The second part of the gate required him to stand still and straight upright as the camera analysed his facial features. After another few seconds, the camera recognised his face and let him through. He put his case down just outside the toilet and hurried in. Helen had her passport ready, and having let the machine scan it, was quickly through to the second part of the system. She was still bent over slightly and despite her best efforts, could not quite stand still long enough for the camera to recognise her face. "Madam, please stand still and upright so the camera can correctly analyse your facial features" came the call of the airport staff member behind her. "Please step back through the gate, place your passport on the machine and try again. If the camera can't read your face you'll have to join the manual check queue." Helen turned to look at the queue that she would have to join. It was by now at least a hundred people long, and seemed to not be moving at all. Her bladder pulsed suddenly, more strongly this time, and it took all Helen's strength not to wet herself completely on the spot. "Imagine!" she thought. "A grown woman like me peeing myself in front of all these people. No, it can't happen." She steeled herself for what would almost certainly be her last chance at getting to the toilet in time. She placed her passport on the reader and after a long few seconds the first gate open. She stepped through and her bladder pulsed hard again. She whimpered and shoved a hand firmly into her crotch as this time a strong spurt escaped. Helen was sure it was serious enough to have been visible through her paper-thin linen trousers. "God" she thought, "this is mortifying, I'm so close!" By now the passengers behind her in the queue had begun to take notice of her obvious predicament. She could hear them laughing at her as she wiggled around desperately in front of them, her white linen trousers doing nothing to disguise the small wet spot now slowly spreading from her crotch. She winced and began to straighten up. She left one hand in her crotch and summoned up all her willpower to stop wiggling desperately. She turned slightly to face the camera and relaxed her face as much as she could. The camera 'thought' for what seemed like an eternity, but just as Helen was about to lose control for what would surely have been the final time, a green tick appeared on the screen in front of her and the second gate opened. Helen couldn't believe it, she hobbled as fast as she could manage through the gate and towards the toilets that were no more than 10 metres away. She walked with one hand in her crotch and was permanently bent double trying to hold on for a few more precious seconds. Another small spurt escaped, and soaked her knickers. Helen could feel the pee beginning to run down her trouser legs. She flung her bag down next to John's and hurried into the ladies. Her heart sank as she rounded the corner and saw a queue of four other women. "Please no, I can't manage this!" She thought. "Not having come this far!" Just then a cubicle opened. "Please, can I go first? I'm about to wet myself!" Helen begged the lady at the front of the queue. Seeing Helen's obvious predicament, the woman agreed and Helen hobbled into the cubicle. She slammed the cubicle door and fumbled with the lock. She tore her trousers down. She didn't have time to take her knickers down because as soon as she bent to remove her trousers her bladder exploded with tremendous force. The torrent of pee shot out of Helen as she sat down on the toilet with a bump and let out a loud, protracted moan of relief that would have been audible to all the other ladies in the toilet. After what must have been a couple of minutes her stream eventually slowed and stopped. She cleaned herself up and inspected the damage to her knickers and trousers. Her knickers were totally soaked - partly from the leaks over the last hour, but mostly from the torrent that she had let loose over the last couple of minutes. She disposed of them in the bin. Her trousers too were in a bad state. The crotch was now almost completely see through, and a translucent patch ran all the way up her bottom almost to the waistband. The inner thighs of her trousers were also streaked with pee. She dried them off as best she could and pulled them up around her broad hips. The still damp material felt awfully cold against her skin, but she had no alternative. She cleaned the floor around the toilet from where she had lost control, took a deep breath and left the cubicle. She washed her hands, made sure her hair was OK in the mirror and returned outside the toilets to a waiting John. "Everything ok?" he inquired innocently. "Just about!" laughed Helen. "But don't you ever let me fall asleep on a plane again!" ***** The remainder of Helen and John’s journey home by taxi passed relatively uneventfully, but by the time the taxi pulled up to their house, Helen was squirming in her seat once more. She hurried inside, rushed upstairs to the bathroom, and released another torrent from her exhausted bladder. Helen thanked her lucky stars that she had not wet herself, as she had so nearly done multiple times that day. She also vowed to watch her fluid intake whenever she travelled long – distance in future, as she didn’t fancy her chances of success if she ever had to face such an ordeal again. _____ Thanks for reading 😊