Mary127

Ahhhh that felt so good.

Oh thank you so much you don’t know how badly I need this!

Please tell me it’s still open! I have to go pretty bad!

I have a friend who’s a nurse and she has a freakishly huge bladder capacity. I once went to a movie and had dinner with her and when she came to pick me up, she asked if she could use my bathroom. I of course said yes and she speedwalked to my toilet. I heard her sigh of relief as she proceeded to pee for almost 2 minutes! When she came out, she thanked me, saying that she hadn’t peed all day and that she “really needed that.” My omo wired mind was freaking out about that for the whole time. I get that she must not have many bathroom breaks during her shifts, but this was on her day off! I speculated that she might have gotten so used to holding that she started to like doing it, but I’ve never asked her about it.

Yes, several times. It usually happens after I drink coffee, lol.

This has happened to me many times. I usually try to run to the toilet because although I love the feeling of wetting myself and feeling it pool all around me, I hate cleaning it up. There have been a few times where I’ve just let it all out in bed, but like I said, I hate cleaning it up so I probably won’t do that next time.

I find it embarrassing, but the main reason I try to avoid public restrooms is because they’re gross. But I have bladder problems so I often find myself running to a public toilet despite my preferences. I’ll definitely try to hold in a #2 until I get home though.

When I was a senior in college, I finally got a dorm that didn’t have a communal bathroom. It was 2 rooms per bathroom, so about 4 people. But the room we shared a bathroom in had no one it in, so my roommate used that room. So I basically had a room to myself and only had to share a bathroom with one other person, which I thought that was awesome since I grew up sharing one bathroom with a family of 10, and I’d been using a communal for the past couple years. But my roommate made sure it wasn’t. She was a nice person, except that she had no consideration for others, bathroom wise. She always took forever in the bathroom, especially when she took a shower. Once I almost peed myself because she was going to town with her vibrator and taking her time despite me telling her I really needed to pee. Idk about everyone else, but I cannot put off my morning toilet trip at all. Every morning, it’s either a run or a very quick walk to the bathroom for me. So you can imagine my horror when I woke up one day to the sound of the shower starting. I knew what this meant. I shot out of bed and banged on the bathroom door. My roommate said she’d be out in “a little while.” It’s never little enough for my urges, so I panicked. I was still groggy when I woke up, but now that true panic set in, I was fully aware of my senses and I could feel it now. My bladder was screaming for relief, and I could feel immense pressure on my anus. If I leaned forward to hold my pee, my anus would dilate, and if I leaned back or clenched my buttcheeks, it would relax my urethra. I was a lose-lose situation. I tensed up my body and squirmed awkwardly while bobbing up and down. Since I had my own room, I got comfortable sleeping naked, so being desperate in front of the bathroom while naked was the worst. I knew I was losing time since she wouldn’t be out for a while, so I had to think fast. If I tried to put on clothes, I would have to bend over, etc, so that was out of the option. I could try to go to the dorms that had communal bathrooms, but those were in another building, and I would definitely have an accident before I got to them. The only other option was to ask the other dorms on the floor if I could use their bathrooms. That would be humiliating but I had no other option. I quickly grabbed a towel and bolted out the door. I frantically tried to wrap it around me while knocking on the door of the first dorm. No answer. I went to the next dorm, still frantically trying to cover myself up. A girl opened the door before I could cover myself, so I might as well have been without the towel. I begged her to let me use her bathroom. She said yes but one of her roommates was already in there showering. She said that she would be a while, so I went to the next dorm. I tried every which way to hold it in. I had to settle for tensing my whole body while using one hand to grab my crotch and my other hand for manually clamping my butt, leaving me unable to cover myself with a towel. So, while butt naked, I knocked on the final dorm. By final dorm I don’t mean that it was the last dorm on the floor. I mean that I knew that if this toilet wasn’t available, I would pee and poop myself all over the floor, where everyone would see it. I was in tears as reality set in, half from the horrifying thought of losing it right there, and half from the incredible strength it took to hold it in and tense my body. The door opened and a girl answered. I very clearly awoke her in the middle of her sleep. I frantically begged her to let me use her toilet. She very groggily opened the door and said “yea go ahead” but I was already running in before she even finished speaking. As soon as the bathroom door closed behind me, both holes exploded. I sat on the toilet the wrong direction. I was so desperate I didn’t even have the time to turn around. I can’t even describe the relief I felt other than the fact that it was the best release I ever felt. I closed my eyes and practically cried tears of joy. When I finished, I had to take a minute to catch my breath and recover. Only then did I turn around and see the mess that I made on the floor. Even though I got most of it into the toilet, the initial loss of control was pretty significant. I used a crazy amount of paper towels to clean it up. I had to flush multiple times so I didn’t risk clogging the toilet. I quickly turned on the shower just to rinse my butt and legs and made a beeline out of there. Thank god I didn’t have any classes that day, I had to take a couple hours to mentally and physically reset after that whole situation. When my roommate finally got out of the bathroom, I took a nice, long, hot shower and cleaned myself thoroughly. I peed multiple times in the shower from how weak I was, but I was just glad that it was over and I could relax.

Awesome story! I think my favorite part of your story, besides you describing your desperation, is when you talk about the men going with ease. That’s a big kink for me too!

I didn’t even last one night this year. I woke up a couple hours after going to bed in my own puddle. Probably because of the alcohol from the party I went to. I always wear protection after a night of drinking but I guess I was so tired afterwards that I forgot and paid the price.

Me and my girlfriend once went to a spot for day hiking that was about an hours drive from home. My bladder was weak from drinking a lot of water in the heat, but it didn’t matter while hiking because I could just pee behind some bushes, which was really fun. By the end of the day, I had to go again but we were already in the parking lot looking for our car, and I didn’t want to use the disgusting, tiny public bathroom or go on a trek to find a bush. We hit bumper to bumper traffic on the way back, and despite all my squeezing and squirming I couldn’t get to a rest area in time, so I had an accident in the car.

One day we were away and had a double header. For anyone who doesn’t understand sports: we were the visiting team and we had two games in one day. It was a scorching hot day. I can still feel my sports bra and spandex shorts being completely soaked in sweat. So naturally, we were all drinking plenty of fluids trying to stay cool. The game ended up going into a couple extra innings and we ended up winning the first game of the day. By the last inning, while I was fielding, I was holding my crotch with my free hand and covering it with my glove hand so nobody saw me holding myself. Immediately after the game, I bolted towards the porta potties. Thankfully there was an available one. I had to undo my belt, undo the two buttons on my uniform pants and pull them down, and pull down my spandex shorts. Definitely not a quick process, and difficult to do while you’re bursting but I made it, barely. Everyone got a chance to pee in between games so I didn’t see any major desperation from my teammates, yet. The second game started during the hottest part of the day. The sun beat down on us hard, so everyone’s fluid intake increased. Our kidneys were busy and by the end of the third inning, some girls tried to take a pee break, including myself, but there were only a couple porta potties and we only have so much time in between innings. I got to go during the next change of possession but like I said, my kidneys were busy so I had to pee in no time. Something I mentioned in my last post is that some people are more comfortable with the fact that everyone knows they have to pee than others. It was pretty evident in the last few innings of the second game. I was squirming while sitting in the dugout, waiting for my turn to bat. I could tell some other girls were doing the same. Some girls tried to subtly hold it, while others would exclaim “I have to pee so bad!” I was definitely not that type of girl. Drinking so much water and sports drinks and holding it in throughout the entire day in 90+ degree weather weakened my bladder significantly, as it did with basically all my teammates. We were leading by 3 in what we thought was the final inning, but the other team scored 3 runs and sent the game into extra innings. This made my heart sink because not only did they managed to come back but I badly needed to pee again and there was no way we were getting a pee break until this game was over. I’ll fast forward to the end. We barely won after 3 extra innings and by this point, I think almost all of my teammates at the very least needed to pee quite a bit. Everyone made a beeline to the locker room after the game, even our coach. She tried to go to a stall, but after seeing the long line that was formed, left the locker room. The next time I saw her she didn’t seem to need to pee at all. I don’t know where she went or what she did but I like to use my imagination sometimes. Anyway, as I just mentioned, everyone needed to piss and lined up for the whopping 3 stalls. I tried to be smart and hit the showers immediately, but even those developed a decent line fairly quickly. It felt good to strip down from my sweat soaked uniform, but now I was naked and bursting and having to listen to water running. It didn’t help that the stalls weren’t too far away. I could hear some streams and they made my sphincter quiver. Several teammates were now exclaiming how badly they needed to go, along with various moans, groans, and sighs. Some of my teammates were already showering, so either they didn’t need to go or they were smart enough to pee while they were showering, or maybe they got lucky and were the first to reach a stall. I waited maybe 15 or 20 minutes for a shower stall, and every one of those minutes felt like torture. The entire time I was clenching my legs together and bending over. There were individual shower stalls, but they had no curtain or door, so there was no privacy. I hoped that nobody would notice me relieving myself but at this point I was just hoping that I could not have an accident before making it to a shower stall. When I finally did, as soon as the water hit my skin my bladder gave out and I instantly felt my hot piss rushing down my legs. I had one of the best pees of my entire life. It was pretty obvious that I needed to go, and some of my teammates teased me after, but I wasn’t upset. I was still riding the high I got after finally letting it all go. I had to piss badly again on the bus ride back but this time I manage to discreetly relieve myself in a Gatorade bottle. It wasn’t easy, but I managed it.

A few years ago, I impulse bought a Christmas themed onesie because I thought it was cute. It was a size too small but I quickly fell in love with how warm and comfy it felt. One late winter night I came home after a night of drinking with friends. I took a semi urgent final piss for the night, put on the onesie, and went to bed. I woke up a couple hours later in a puddle of my own piss and an extreme urge to piss. You would think that since I already peed the bed, I wouldn’t have to go anymore, but that wasn’t true at all. Still drunk and super groggy, I stumbled to the toilet while hunched over and with both my hands shoved into my crotch. Standing in front of the toilet, it took my a solid 10 seconds just to get a hold of the zipper due to my clammy hands. Whether they were soaked in sweat or piss, I’ll never know. I finally got a hold of the zipper tab and ripped it down hard. It stopped sooner than expected, too soon. It only got a fifth of the way down before it jammed. My bladder was eager for relief, thinking that my pee hold was in the clear, so I let out a 5 second leak before I got it under temporary control. I looked down and kept tugging. It wasn’t budging. My knees buckled inward as I tried to get free. I wrestled it down to around the top of my stomach, grabbed the fabric of onesie with both hands, and pulled, but I was still trapped. I needed to undo the zipper more. I kept tugging and tugging while hopping on my feet, stepping in my growing puddle. I managed to get the zipper down just enough so that I could free my arms and tits, but it wasn’t enough to take it off. This lasted for 2 minutes, until my bladder finally gave up and started to relax its muscles. I gave up my struggle with the zipper, tilted my head back, closed my eyes, moaned, and accepted my fate. I savored the hot cozy feeling of the several beers and cocktails I had spreading all over my lower body and pooling on the floor. When I managed to catch my breath, I looked down and examined the damage. there was a huge puddle all over the bathroom floor. Everything was soaked from my ass down. It wasn’t until I finally freed myself that I noticed how wet I was. My face was soaked in sweat from all the struggling, my hands, ass, legs, and feet all felt cold as exposed myself to the air. I used my onesie to soak up some of the piss, as well as a couple towels. I took a quick shower and went back to bed, although my bladder was so weakened from that ordeal that I had to wake up a few more times throughout the night to piss. I stayed butt naked for the rest of the night to ensure that I wouldn’t ruin anymore clothes.

Me too! It’s embarrassing asking to pull over, but luckily with her she’s really understanding and doesn’t mind it al all. I once asked her if she’s ever peed herself while working (out of curiosity, I wasn’t thinking in a fetish way) and she said that she wore incontinence pads when she first started because she would leak from the lack of bathroom breaks that they would get. I really feel bad for nurses, but my omo brain also likes to fantasize about a really hot nurse having to hold for an entire shift.

I’m a bi female, 29 and I have a high libido, so it’s usually a couple times a day. Although they’re usually “quickies” while I’m at work or otherwise in public until I can get home to my girlfriend. It it wasn’t for her, it would probably be more.