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  1. ........... “Parking to Front Lead,” Shannon’s radio called again. “I heard you the first time,” she muttered under her breath, clicking through several screens at the main front help desk. One of the new hires, a 20 - something college dropout stood behind her awkwardly. He had forgotten how to transfer pre-bought tickets, and had somehow seized up the entire system. Ancient as it was, he should have just called for help. Now Shannon was stuck lost in an outdated computer system she didn’t fully understand with an angry mom and her two screaming kids in front of her at the desk. “Hey,” the awkward kid started from behind her. “As long as you’re here anyway, do you care if I take my morning break?” Initially, Shannon had a wave of frustration rush through her. First, he breaks the system, now he wants a break?! But Shannon took a deep breath, and quickly calmed down. She’d learned during her first year as a Lead that getting upset never resolved anything. She glanced down at the clock on the screen and realized it was 10:30 already. Poor kid probably just had to go to the bathroom. Heck, she’d had to go herself for the past hour, but something always seemed to pop up to prevent her. Life as a Lead. “Go ahead,” she said softly, clicking away. “But hey,” she stopped and looked at him with some authority, “15 minutes.” Without a word, he was gone. “He’ll be back in 25, won’t he?” The mother said partially joking. “More like an even half hour,” Shannon partially joked back knowing it was probably true. “All right, you should be all set,” Shannon said a few dozen clicks later, finally finding the right page. As the mother thanked her for her assistance, Shannon was left alone in the information booth with nothing but her thoughts. And a fairly full bladder. She wished the kid would return quickly before something else happened. This was her first downtime all morning. It would be nice to make use of it for her own needs. She sighed to herself and thought back to her first year as Lead. There was one day, in early Summer. The busiest she’d seen yet. Every time she turned around, and sometimes even before she got all the way around, someone was bringing her another problem to fix. She wasn’t alone at any point during the entire morning. Not a single minute. And by noon, she found a problem with that. A big problem. A bladder sized problem. She tried so hard to carve out a few minutes. Tried to put things on hold, tell someone she’d be right back, encourage others to try and resolve the issue themselves... Everything she could think of. But every time she got close (including the time she even got physically close to the bathroom) someone found her and pulled her away. As she began to truly worry about being able to hold it, a series of events started to take place that she would never forget, and would ultimately go on to shape future decisions. She was Front Lead on that particular day, and as such, was responsible for everything that didn’t fit nicely into one of the other 3 main categories. Which interestingly enough, included the bathrooms. “Maintenance to Front Lead” crackled over the radio around 2:30 in the afternoon. Shannon has passed needing to pee at that point. She HAD to pee. She’d mostly come to terms with the fact that it was going to happen soon. It was now just a matter of when. And to some extent, how. “Lead, we need you to come down the Lakeside restrooms,” Maintenance finished. As if the universe itself had handed her a gift, Shannon quickly excused herself from the current situation of dealing with a no-show and made made her way to assist maintenance. With any luck, the issue would be with the women’s restroom and she could offer to go in first to make sure it was empty - and finally pee. As she neared the lake, she was reminded of the fact that her luck wasn’t that good. Before her stood both maintenance employees in front of, of course, the men’s room. She had to cross her legs as she asked Fred, the older of the two at a whopping 31 years old, what the problem was. Dustin, only 26 at the time, answered first, “come see for yourself”. The pair turned and entered the men’s room, leaving Shannon to stare longingly at the entrance to her coveted ladies room. She almost just walked the 5 paces there to just go already before catching up with Fred and Dustin. Almost. Which made her decision to forego her need once again almost not a mistake. Inside, the first thing to hit Shannon was the smell. She’d been in men’s rooms a handful of times before, but this one was a small standalone building on the lake’s edge in the middle of Summer. It was more humid inside than out somehow. Along one wall ran a wide pipe, cut in half with a slow stream of water running along the bottom. She couldn’t imagine what it was for. All she knew about it was the trickling water was making her bladder begin to throb. On the other wall, sat 2 stalls - much more Shannon’s speed. But that’s where the problem lay, both stalls had their doors seemingly forcefully removed, and the middle divider between the two looked like it had been kicked out. Completely unusable now. At least unusable with any sense of privacy or decency. “How did this happen?” Shannon asked. “Not sure,” answered Fred, ever the man of many words. Dustin continued, “doesn’t really matter now. Fact is, we only have 2 options on how to fix it.” Shannon had to cross her legs again as she felt a particularly strong throb of her bladder. She impatiently waited for him to continue, but had to ask “which are?” when he didn’t. “We could gerryrig something together to keep the place open and functional. It won’t be perfect and will look pretty crude, but let’s face it, if you’re using the stalls all the way out here, you’re probably pretty desperate.” Shannon, who was in fact quite desperate, would have loved to use the stalls here. Crude or not. She knew that’s not what he meant, but the more they talked about being desperate and stalls, the more she worried about not making it. Before Dustin could present the other option, a third gentleman entered the room with them. Presumably, just a guest of the park considering Shannon had no idea who he was. “Sorry sir, closed for maintenance,” Dustin started. “There’s another restroom just up the hill off to the...” He was cut off from finishing as the man mumbled, “‘Sokay here, I’ll be quick.”. Shannon quickly realized he had been drinking based on the amount he was slurring his words and stumbling towards the pipe on the wall. That was when she figured it out. The pipe with water running down it was a (disgusting) though somewhat effective urinal. A urinal the man was now loudly releasing presumably a day’s worth of cocktails into judging by the sound of the stream. It was too much for Shannon. She briefly thought about running out, getting to the women’s room right next door. But she knew it was too late for that now by the dampness between her legs. Her bladder had stopped throbbing and was now constantly bearing down. She closed her eyes for a moment and felt it happen - she was losing control. She was wetting herself. She was completely out of options. Couldn’t use the pipe on the wall for somewhat obvious anatomical restrictions. Couldn’t make a dash all the way around the building to the women’s room without losing too much. Couldn’t openly wet herself. Not here. Not in front of two coworkers and a (likely intoxicated) guest to the park. All she could do was humiliate herself. She took the 3 steps into the destroyed and no longer private stall, yanked down her khaki shorts and light blue thong underwear in one swift motion, and hovered over the toilet seat with her legs just barely spread apart. “I’m so sorry,” She started somewhere between a whisper and a sob. “I just can’t hold it anymore.” And just like that, she stopped holding it. Shannon looked back at that day, as she did from time to time, with a mixture of emotions. Mostly embarrassment. She hadn’t been able to hold it, peed in front of 3 males, 2 of which were coworkers, and had to try and hide her damp underwear from her cabin mates later on the day when she was changing. There was a sense a pride as well. She had held it far longer than most others, while being in charge of the whole front end of the park on a busy day. She didn’t know many people who she thought could pull that off. She also had a small, deep, dark part of her that enjoyed the naughtiness of it. That all 3 males had watched her in a rare moment of complete loss of control. Coworkers watched as she revealed herself just feet away (being new to Lead meant she was putting in a lot of particularly long hours. Besides eating, sleeping, and a quick shower, there wasn’t time for much other self care. Which included grooming her lady bits. Ultimately, she was glad that was the case, though, as Dustin, Fred, and the intoxicated guest wouldn’t be able to see any... details. All they’d really be able to see was her hair (not a big deal), the fact that she didn’t own a penis (hopefully they were already aware of that fun fact), and her powerful, thick stream erupting from beneath her hair (fairly embarrassing). However, not as bad as it could have been. To this day, she still sported below the belt hair, just in case a similar event occurred (although she kept it much more trimmed and neat now). “Parking to Front...” Her radio crackled back to life, pulling her out of her head. “Go ahead Parking,” she quickly answered, admitting to herself she had completely forgotten about the earlier calls. “Just looking to take my morning break.” These kids and their breaks. Shannon shook her head. It was looking like it’d be a while before she found some relief today. This time of year was hard. Deep enough into the season that everything was open, but early enough that there was no extra staff at all. Not even to cover breaks. At this point in the season, she was the extra staff. If the kid that broke the computer would hurry up, she could go break the parking girl and get her own butt on a toilet before noon. “Copy, standby,” was all she could offer at the moment. It wasn’t ideal, and hopefully the parking girl was just bored or hungry, and didn’t have to go to the bathroom or anything, but her hands were tied at the moment.
  2. Okay, so this is my most ambitious story on here to date. I tried to include a lot of different things into it. Hopefully, y’all will like it. I ended up writing it on the notes app of my phone, so please don’t hate me for formatting issues or a few typos It’s pretty lengthy and think I found a few good break points. Enjoy! “Parking to Front Leader,” Liz called over the radio, channel 8. At 18, Liz was among the youngest members of the Camp Theme Park team. When she first applied for the job, she wasn’t sure exactly how it worked, but quickly made sense as her soon to be manager explained it in the interview. Basically, the theme park was built directly next to an old summer camp. Accordingly, the owners saw an opportunity, and started having their staff for the theme park live in the old camp cabins for the summer. It was a brilliant idea. Since the staff lived right next door, the hours were long, and there was rarely a day off to be had, but the money was good. Far better than most young adults would make this year. It gave Liz the feeling of having a leg up financially heading into Freshman year of college. Camp life started early, with breakfast on the mess hall tables by 6:00. Work life at the park started shortly thereafter, around 6:30 when the early birds would start trickling in. Liz was on Parking duty today, sitting in a small shed in the parking lot, collecting $5 from every car and directing them where to go. It was mindless and tedious, but not hard at all. It was a warm Spring day, warmer than it had been recently and Liz was trying to keep up on her fluids. She knew she’d have to start getting ready for the brutal summer heat, and learning to drink more water during the day was the first step. It was also the first step towards more bathroom breaks, which she was looking for at the moment. She had gone around 6:00 that morning, before breakfast. At 10:30, and 2 water bottles deep, the time to go again was approaching. “Parking to Front Lead,” she tried again on the radio channel 8. There were 4 Leads in the park; 1 for Rides, 1 for Games, 1 for Food, and Front Lead, which basically included everything else (parking, tickets, info booth, first aide station, etc.). The Leads were responsible for assigning the staff to their post for the day, getting coverage for breaks, trouble shooting any issues that arose, and essentially just making sure things ran smoothly. Liz was mostly interested in the coverage for breaks part as she tried again “Parking to Front...” “Go ahead Parking,” came her response from her annoyed sounding Lead, Shannon. “Just looking to take my morning break,” Liz answered as politely as she could. There was a particularly long pause before the radio cracked back, “copy, standby.” Standby? Like she had a choice, Liz thought. She was sitting in a 3 foot by 4 foot shed at the front of the parking lot with a pretty consistent stream of vehicles coming in now. She had absolutely nowhere to go or hide. Liz crossed her legs, thankful the uniform was relatively comfortable - short khaki shorts, light blue T-shirt with the park logo on the breast, and dark blue baseball cap with the same logo on the front, her long brunette hair in a ponytail out the back. Underneath, her choices left a lot to be desired should anyone see, which she wasn’t counting on. She had chosen plain white soft cotton panties, the kind you can buy like 20 pairs for $10. They didn’t fit perfectly, a little loose in all the wrong places, but they were cheap (important given she was a nearly broke college kid) , light (important in the summer heat), easy to clean (important given the long work hours), and overall pretty much indestructible (arguably most important since Liz used the camp laundry service. They weren’t known for being gentle on delicates.) Liz also had her name written in permanent marker across the back for the same reason. Up top, she rocked a plain black sports bra for many of the same reasons. Additionally, the color and light fabric of the uniform top left very little to the imagination. While she had a chest to be proud of, watching middle aged men oogle her all day from their car in front of wives and children just didn’t do anything for her. Liz sighed as another car pulled up. It wasn’t that she was worried about not being able to hold it. On the contrary, she’d held it much longer, and had to go far worse many times when she was in school and purposefully avoided the gross school bathrooms. It was more just the constant uncomfortable pressure that bothered her now. In school at least, she had room to move around, friends to talk to, lessons to pay attention to. Here, she had nothing and no one to distract her from her need.
  3. Weird way to phrase the question, but I get what you mean. Ultimately, I prefer regular sitting style toilets. It’s what I grew up with and am most comfortable with. Squatting, as far as I’m concerned, is meant for outside wees.
  4. It depends for me. Lately, work days have been 12+ hours without going, mostly non desperate at all during that time. There’s other times like when I’m working in the garden during the heat of summer when I’m non-stop guzzling water where 1 hour without leaking is a struggle. On a typical, non-work, non-garden, non-hold or play day, about 4 hours in the morning, then progressively less as the day goes on. But that’s more just for comfort, not holding.
  5. Oh yes. More specifically times when I was desperate rather than someone else. Ill sometimes reimagine how an interaction could have gone between myself who needed to go, and someone else. For example, I like to think back to about 2 years ago when I let myself get pretty full and fidgety, then put on a diaper under several layers of heavy clothing with the intention of going on a long walk through the fields behind my apartment at the time, having to figure out what to do about my bladder along the way. It had just recently snowed that day and there were several people in the common areas of the building (it was meant to be a very open community building). I like to think back and imagine someone noticed my subtle shifting while waiting for the elevator, or the sag of the diaper in my sweatpants. Maybe the waistband poking out. The risk of getting caught.
  6. But it could be argued that when you’re going to those shopping destinations, you have plans to only be there for a few hours max, and typically won’t have a meal or anything substantial to drink, (unless you go to one of the restaurants or food court, in which case, boom, easily accessible bathroom). You’ll also typically go to the bathroom before leaving home, the old “just try before you go” mindset. whereas for school / work, you’re there much longer, will eat a meal, and it’s routine, so you may not go before heading in. Schools also have more, but typically limit when and what times you can go. Work doesn’t do that.
  7. The college I went to was really spread out - like from the furthest building on one side to the other was a solid 25 minute maybe even half hour walk. It wasn’t a city school where there’s buildings and shops between. There was just a lot of open land. There wasn’t like set “passing times”. Each major sort of set there own class times and schedules. Which meant I never really ran into lines. However, when I was a Freshman and Sophomore and taking Gen Eds, they always seemed to be on opposite ends of campus. 15 minutes between classes but a 20 minute walk left exactly 0 minutes to pee. Fortunately, my best friend at the time had the exact same schedule. He lived in a different building than I did so whichever building was closer at the end of multiple classes in a row, we would just go there and go to the bathroom together.
  8. The biggest one that I can think of that can affect either gender, but actually more so males is when a public bathroom is closed for cleaning or repairs. whats interesting is that if the women’s room is closed, typically I can just use the men’s (except in rare circumstances). Whereas if the men’s is closed, they really aren’t allowed into the women’s.
  9. I’ve heard that the best way to try and combat that problem is actually counter-intuitive. Instead of pushing harder at the end, try to pull back and stop while you still have a strong enough stream. You obviously won’t have an empty bladder - maybe somewhere between 10-30 % left, but there shouldn’t be any real drops or weak stream this way. As far as being worried about it not being good for you to hold a little at the end - I’ve often only let just a little out to relieve some pressure (while using the toilet or sink or outside) and haven’t noticed anything. The way I see it, some left in is better than none coming out.
  10. I had to pee at work. I’ve tried so hard not to since this all began. So hard. And I thought I was starting to get into a rhythm with how to hold it through my day. I’ve even gotten into the habit of putting a towel on my car seat and unbuttoning / unzipping my pants and pulling them down enough when I get in. But none of that mattered earlier this week. I first realized something was off about 6 hours in. I just had more of a dull pressure feeling that I thought I should. Like I knew I needed to pee. If I was just at home and it was normal times, I would have. But this isn’t normal times and I wasn’t at home. I felt like I needed to go more than normal at that point in the day given my recent experiences. By eight hours in, I knew it wasn’t gonna happen. That I would have to go before my 12 was up. My legs were constantly crossed. Foot tapping. Mind wandering. Bladder bulging against my pants and undies, throbbing with any movement. I thought long and hard about what to do. Came up with an assortment of colorful solutions, but sadly, none of them were as realistic as what I knew was going to happen. I had to pee in the bathroom. I’ve peed in this bathroom hundreds, maybe even thousands of times over the years. I’ve peed in there when I really, really needed to go. I’ve peed in there when I barely needed to. I’ve even peed in there when I was trying to avoid someone or something and peeing was a better option. I have not, however, peed in there since Coronavirus started spreading near where I live. I have peed in bottles, cups, on towels and shirts. I’ve leaked and lost many a dribbles, especially on the way to the bathroom after getting home. I’ve even opted to completely wet myself. But none of that mattered as hour 9 rolled around. The time had arrived. My bladder stopped requesting relief and decided for me - it was time to pee. Fortunately no one was using it and I was able to scoot right in without delay. Just the sight of the toilet made me need to go so much worse right then, which I hadn’t even thought was possible. But I had work to do first. I grabbed my bottle of disinfecting wipes and wiped down the lock first so I could properly ensure my privacy. I’d wanted to do that immediately upon closing the door, but every single person who uses that bathroom (hopefully) touches that lock. I had to wipe it first. Then I pulled off my pants and underwear to hang up, which again, made me need to go so much worse. I had to stop, bend over, and dig my hand into my crotch. If I couldn’t hold it, I didn’t want the damage to be too bad. Actually, let me rephrase that. When I stopped being able to hold it, I didn’t want to end up with wet work clothes. i then set to work wiping down the toilet handle, the seat, and the wall right next to the toilet. Finally, FINALLY... I high squatted over the toilet and peed. And peed. And peeeeed. I felt bad if anyone was outside waiting. Also felt an odd mix of embarrassed and proud. Mostly, I just felt relief. To be fair, I only used the absolute minimum amount of toilet paper to get the job done, just like I do at home. So while yes, I did use the bathroom at work, I don’t plan on doing so again for a while. But who knows, my body and mind don’t always see eye to eye.
  11. Well, it’s been about a month of this now (since my state really started to shut everything down and go into shelter in place laws), so a few different ways at this point. I have no problem admitting I’ve wet myself on the ride home. Like full on no control whatsoever wetting. Twice. In all fairness, I pretty much knew it was going to happen. I don’t know about anyone else, and I’ve never really delved into looking it up online, but I have 2 main ways my bladder feels full - a more painful full and a more pressure full. Obviously, I don’t really mess around with the times my bladder is more painful full. I will always find a way to at least let some out. But I have noticed it’s less volume. I don’t know why, but every so often I just skip the full feeling and go right to aching painful kind of full. On the other hand, the much more common and fun pressure full kind is what I’ve had recently. On the 2 occasions I’ve recently wet myself in the car, both times I felt that pressure sort of increase exponentially while at the end of the day and realistically knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it. Fortunately, since this all started and I’m sort of germaphobic, I sit on a folded up towel on my seat to drive home. That way, when I get home, I just strip down in the garage, (which may or may not give my neighbor across the street a free show), throw my clothes and the towel right in to be washed, and shower in the downstairs bathroom. Easy. Ultimately it doesn’t really end up mattering that I wet other than knowing that I couldn’t wait. On a side note, I noticed that on both occasions, I was wearing those faux silky kind of panties. Honestly not sure if they’re satin or what they’re actually made of, but you guys know the kind. I’m not sure if it’s just coincidence, or just me, or what, but I seem to have a little harder time holding while wearing that kind of underwear vs. any others. Anyways, I’ve mostly successfully had to use an old coffee cup from my local drive through that’s been rolling around my backseat for way too long. Felt way better filling it up than it did emptying it. Unfortunately, pretty much all of them in my area are either closed now, or I just don’t trust that it’s safe. Too much contact. I make tea for myself in the morning now at home and bring it with me. I’ve also mostly unsuccessfully used an old water bottle to relieve some pressure. Fun fact about me - when I really have to go, my stream is wider than the opening of an average water bottle. That’s now a thing I know about myself. It was also another wet towel to wash. There’s a few things I’m really not going to try while all this is going on. I’m not going to pull over somewhere and pop a squat. Normally, I’d jump at the opportunity. But with so few cars out lately, one stopped on the side of the road raises more eyebrows than it once did. I’m not trying to put on that much of a show for someone. Even somewhere somewhat secluded just feels like a risk. I’m also not going to use diapers or pads. I have a few diapers still sitting at home, but I’m saving them for particularly special occasions. Not the ride home from work. And with the supply chain really starting to struggle, I can justify buying more. I’m a size 7 in the little kids types, and a small in the adult sizes. But the shelves are starting to dwindle and I can’t bring myself to take a pack away from someone who actually needs them. Something I will do though, I’d take my shirt off (I usually wear a cami underneath so no, I wasn’t just driving in my bra) and bunch it up around my underwear to slowly let a little bit at a time out into. It’s all getting washed anyway. As long as I’m at a point of fullness where I still have control and can stop my stream, this has proven effective. As we continue through this, I’ve got a few ideas for things to try. I have an old 1 liter water bottle downstairs sitting around with a wide mouth. I might just designate that my car she-urinal. I’ve also started looking into those things that let you pee standing up. Might have to invest in one so I can use regular water bottles too. Part of me wants to try something that would allow me at least some relief while at work without having to go into the bathroom, and obviously without diapers or pads. But I’m not sure. There’s significantly less staff there, a lot are able to work from home, so if ever there was a time to try new things, might as well be now. Stay safe everyone!
  12. So, to start, what’s happening in the world right now with the virus is absolutely horrible. I have great hopes that everyone here and their families are safe and healthy. With that being said, I’ve noticed something recently that 6 months ago I would’ve found amazing. Now, however, I’m the midst of all going on, it’s more of an odd normal. What I mean by that is since people in my country started catching the virus and it started spreading, I’ve noticed that I tend to hold my bladder way more. Like WAY more. Usually well beyond what I would’ve used to for fun. However now, it’s much less out of fun, much more out of necessity. I’ve been practicing social distancing and staying at home as much as possible, as should all of you. So realistically, I only go out for work 3 days a week (yay for being “essential”), and grocery shopping once, maybe twice a week. I looked into delivery for groceries, but all those systems seem so overwhelmed right now, I’d rather not add strain to the system, and leave them for the older of sick. The reason I’ve been holding both more volume and for longer is two pronged as I see it. For multiple reasons, I’m refuse to go, or can’t go during the few times every week that I’m out of the house. Then, on the other side, I’m also holding way longer and having to get creative while at home. As far as why I hold it in public, there’s several reasons. Most stores and all rest stops are closed. Even a few gas stations in my area are closed. Pretty much, anywhere that doesn’t sell groceries is not open right now. And even out of some of those few remaining stores, the bathrooms have been locked, or switched to staff only. That takes A LOT of bathrooms out of the equation. But during my once or twice per week grocery run, I refuse to allow myself to go. Sure, the supermarket I go to has a bathroom. And they actually keep them open to their customers. Don’t even require a key. But I just can’t bring myself to use it. It’s too big of a risk as far as I’m concerned. Yes, I wear my mask while out. And yes, I wear rubber gloves. I’m careful not to touch my face, phone, keys, or anything else besides the cart and my groceries with them. To pay, I just pull one glove off, swipe my card, and push my cart out to the car / load my car with just my gloves hand. It takes quite literally forever, but when you watch the NEWS and see the number of positives in my area double overnight, multiple days in a row, it’s a necessary pain as far as I’m concerned. Which is why I refuse to go while in public. The logistics of it are too complicated. Do I take my gloves off when I get into the stall, or pull my pants down then remove them? Do I just not remove them and not wipe? Following that, then I wouldn’t be able to wash my hands. Gross. But then if they’re off in the stall, do I put another set on to pull my pants back up? I guess after that, I’d have a new pair and wouldn’t have to wash my hands. Except that only works until I pull them off to get into my car. Then I’m back to having unwashed hands for the ride home. I also would have to high squat, which I usually do in public, but what if I lost my balance? It’s all just too much to think about. So to simplify, I don’t pee in public right now. At all. Which has led to a few close calls, photo finishes, uncomfortably wet undies, and some creative solutions. That includes the days I work. Which is much harder, considering I work 12 hour days. Before all this started, I had tried several times to make it through a work day without a bathroom break. That was all for the fun of it, and just to see if I could. I could not. Not a single time. But, I think I know why. When it was for fun, I used to drink a lot more water. Probably even more on the days I tried to hold all day than any other time. Because it was for fun, so it didn’t matter. I also think I couldn’t Make it all day because I’d give up and just go before I got into the danger zone of maybe not being able to hold it. I was at work, after all, so not being able to hold it, even if I just lost a few spurts, would be mortifying. So at best, I could only make it 10 of my 12 hours. Now however, I’m consistently holding it not only the drive in and all through my 12 hours, but sometimes even through my drive home. How am I making it through the day now, when I couldn’t before? I think it’s largely because I don’t really have a choice. As far as I’m concerned, the shared bathroom at work is just too big of a risk. It’s unisex, so there’s just way too many people going in and out, touching the lock, sink, who knows what else. Maybe coughing while in there. Probably not wearing their mask while going. Yes, I’m somewhat of a germaphobe anyway, so I actually think like this. Knock on wood, it’s kept me healthy so far. So I drink a little less water on work days to help me hold it. I also allow myself to get into that danger area. To not be sure I can make it. Obviously I can’t hold myself, so usually I have to just cross my legs and focus. The other factor leading to me holding much more often is while at home. I’m not sure about other countries around the world, but mine has run out of toilet paper. For over a month now, I haven seen a single roll on a shelf, nor has any been in stock online. Fortunately, I usually always buy in bulk anyway, and had a big 48 roll pack downstairs when this all started, but that’s it. So I have some, but what I have is seemingly all I’m going to have for the foreseeable future. Which means using less. Which means peeing less. I’ve settled into allowing myself 3 pees per day. On work days, I go once right before leaving for work, once immediately upon arrival home (pending I was able to make it home and didn’t have to get creative on the drive) and once before bed. On my off days, it’s usually once when I wake up, once around dinner, and again before bed. Now when I say 3 pees per day, what I mean is 3 toilet pees per day where I actually sit down on my toilet and wipe when done. Obviously, that’s not always the case. I also take full advantage of other opportunities. For example, I’ll wait to shower on my off days until I’m bursting, then go while in the shower. As the weather gets warmer, I’m also utilizing wearing no underwear and a dress or skirt while out in the garden (though it’s a little cool yet, it is very convenient). And other things along those lines so I can relieve my overworked bladder without having to use my previous remaining TP. All told, I’m holding and sometimes wetting more now than ever in my life, but having less fun. It’s a weird world.
  13. So, last year I posted a little about my garden shenanigans. The one that stands out was the delivery guy walking up on me whilst going. This year, a few things changed. Most notably, we cut quite a few trees down to open the area, made the garden itself a little bigger, and are planting A LOT more variety of veggies. Here’ the main problem though - by cutting down all those trees, my neighbor has one area that’s completely clear and can see right into my garden. So I’m going to have to get creative and be a little more sneaky, but I’m not going to change my ways. Stay tuned
  14. 1.5 It wasn’t a gush nor a spurt. Just a slow, continuous leak, a weak stream. But it was enough. I knew it was more than enough to soak through my underwear and shorts. There was no longer the hope of hiding it, which meant I certainly couldn’t get up and go to the bathroom now. No. I was stuck here for the long haul. I’d have to wait until everyone else left the lecture hall. Turning to the more immediate problem of still actively wetting my self, I tried to pull back with all my muscles. I stopped the flow for a few seconds before another spurt and gush came out, but then I was able to stop the flow more easily. I repeated this several times until I finally gained just enough control to not notice if I was leaking more. In all that time though, I didn’t notice the boy next to me, the one I had just tried, and failed, to connect to and dump some of my bladder in to. He had been quickly writing a note and passed it to me just as I controlled my bladder enough to not keep leaking. HI. I’M JOSEPH. I DIDN’T MEAN TO CRASH YOUR CONNECTION. YOU JUST STARTLED ME. I SAW WHAT YOU DID FOR THAT BLONDE GIRL - TAKING SOME OF HER NEED. THAT WAS REALLY NICE. YOU MUST BE BURSTING NOW THOUGH. HOW BADLY DO YOU NEED TO GO - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 - I’M ONLY LIKE MAYBE A 2 RIGHT NOW SO I CAN TAKE SOME FROM YOU IF YOU NEED. He KNEW?? What? How? He can’t... ohhhh I need to pee. I quickly circled 10 and wrote back - I JUST WET MYSELF PTETTY BAD. I’M STILL IN DANGER OF LOSING IT ALL. I passed it back and he looked up with some sympathy. That’s when I felt it, he made a connection between our bladders (far more gently and quickly than I had been able to) and I could feel the instant relief. He drained about half before ending the connection and wrote back - WOW, YOU REALLY DID HAVE TO GO! IM AT ABOUT A 6 NOW, SO HOPEFULLY YOU ARE AS WELL. I AM. THANK YOU SO MUCH! I WASN’T GOING TO MAKE IT. NO WORRIES. I’LL HANG BACK AFTER CLASS AND YOU CAN USE MY COAT TO TIE AROUND YOUR WAIST. YOU FELT ABSOLUTELY SOAKED WHEN I WAS MAKING OUR CONNECTION. My face flashed red with heat. That’s embarrassing. I was so caught up with relief I forgot he would have to trace a path through my (and my sopping underwear) to connect. THANK YOU NO WORRIES. ALSO, YOU SEEM SOMEWHAT NEW TO THIS. ANY QUESTIONS? SO MANY, I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START. ALRIGHT. YOU CAN STILL USE MY COAT TO COVER YOURSELF, BUT I KNOW A PLACE WE CAN TALK SAFELY. AND PEE HOPEFULLY. YOU HELPED A LOT, BUT I STILL HAVE TO GO. AND I’D IMAGINE YOU DO TOO AFTER TAKING ALL THAT FROM ME. LOL. YOU ARE NEW TO THIS. JUST FOLLOW ME AFTER CLASS
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