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Weather

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    she/her

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    Bathroom Control
    Hyper wetting
    Cuddling
    Face-sitting
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    Pee drinking
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    Stomach bulging

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  1. Before transitioning, I held 8 to 12 hours quite commonly, and sometimes held for 24. I got a rush out of being at work or something and having a bladder bulge that I'm not letting others know about. Figured after starting transitioning I'd still have fun, and the effects of tighter clothes and spiro would just be added fun. Nope! I've been brought back down to earth lol. Spiro and clothing, but also other factors. I think the way body fat is shifting around with HRT has an effect, and also I'm just generally spending mental effort on too many things. I live somewhere that's pretty accepting, but it's by no means immune, and holding while already slightly on edge mentally is more difficult and less fun. Generally, my bladder capacity becomes less "Ah, I'm filling up, feels good ☺" and more calculus about how to apply my (still somewhat large) bladder capacity in a way that minimizes both physical discomfort and social risk. I do pass more now and have gotten more comfortable with using the women's bathroom, but oftentimes I can be a very conflict-averse person and go out of my way to avoid times I think it might happen. I still get some enjoyment when I deny myself, but most of my thoughts are about how to take care of it later (instead of enjoying the feeling), and I'm absolutely never doing anything like avoiding peeing before heading out the door. Idk, kinda just wanted to rant about that lol
  2. A few: Someone using my bladder as a pillow, and I have to keep perfectly still so as to not wake them. (With a woman) Lying down between her legs with my head on her crotch, and she clamps down on my head with her thighs to attempt to keep holding it. (With a man) In bed, I am bursting but my desperate sounds actually lull him to sleep with his big arms tight around me, so I kinda just squirm like that until I can fall asleep too. Being plugged up and then having my bladder massaged. Continuing to hold so that someone else can go, thus losing my chance to pee. They are really sorry but I tell them it's okay, even as my bladder bulge has become quite visible to them.
  3. I normally ignore any need to pee I have until I get home. I have a pretty good feel for my limits and I do a pretty good job at telling my bladder it has to wait until the end of the day. At least, I did before. About a month ago I started hormones. My t-blocker happens to be a diuretic. Also, I've been wearing more restrictive clothing. Things seemed to escalate almost out of my control yesterday. I got a 20oz coffee before doing deliveries, and I had drank some juice ahead of time. I was wearing a form-fitting turtleneck sweater dress (nice thing about being slim and having a bit of a butt: having the confidence to wear form fitting clothes and kinda passing until someone stares a sec) and yoga pants, with layers under each and a skirt under the sweater dress. First few hours were no big deal, started having to pee a couple hours in. That changed a little later though, and as I was on my way to drop something off at someone's apartment, I was squirming. I was kinda surprised, I didn't expect that to happen. For the first 15 minutes or so I was more annoyed than anything else, as my tights underneath everything were digging into my midsection a little, meaning both that I had a bladder bump and that where my tights ended was easily noticable to anyone who tried to look. Things started becoming a problem at the apartment. I had my legs pressed together after stepping out of the car and would have been very obviously holding it if anyone was around to see. I did the delivery and then got back to the car. Sitting down I realized I had to actually pee. This was non-negotiable. The city is generally friendly towards trans people, but there are parts where some people started treating me coldly and avoiding me right after I came out when they didn't before. I didn't know how this part was, and I also had never used a public bathroom since coming out except once at a unisex one at college. I looked up "public toilets" on my phone and drove to the nearest open one. Drove up and saw that it was located in a preschool. Yeah, no. Why is that one even on google maps? Started driving to the next one. I felt a little bit of pee involuntarily start to escape me but I managed to clamp it down. I realized my lumbar support wasn't helping matters, and once I removed it from the chair, I went back down to just desperate. Pulled into a park that was actually completely empty, which was nice. Parked, stepped out, headed towards the restrooms in a kind of fast walk. Stood in front of it for a sec, reminded myself I'm too desperate not to, and stepped into the ladies' room. It was empty, but I was going to hurry up and try to be gone before anyone else arrives. The problem was it took a sec for me to disassemble my outfit enough, it took me a little bit to empty my bladder (not *really* long but longer than usual), and I had to do a little #2. All this while hovering because the toilet didn't actually have a seat. As I was finishing my business, a woman stepped into the room. I got scared, but thankfully, she fairly quickly went into the furthest stall from me. I came out, washed my hands, and left. Heading back to the car I realized I had to adjust my outfit some more, but thankfully I saw no one on the walk back. My bladder bump being gone did help make it easier. I then went back to doing deliveries, and I was able to hold the rest of the day's pee until I got home.
  4. If you have a massage roller, lay on your back and give your full bladder a deep, thorough massage
  5. Not a long story, but I enjoyed summarizing it lol Today, I had a lovely feeling of needing to pee and telling myself to wait. Probably had something to do with the 20oz coffee plus some juice this morning lol. I was thirsty too, so I bought some lemonade. I had last peed around 8:30am, before heading out. It was about 2:30 and I had the urge from my waist trainer tight across my bladder. Told myself "No, I am still not using the bathroom outside my home. You have to wait a few hours." I then proceeded to drink the lemonade, and I did not loosen the waist trainer. It was kind of a weird feeling adding the lemonade under the tight waist trainer, like my body wanted to expand but couldn't, so it was trying to figure everything out. Also felt a bit naughty lol, since I was around a lot of people but none of them could tell. I never felt "desperate" today, but I did feel a lot of pressure that still fell within what I can easily manage. When I took the waist trainer off at the end of the day and removed all that constriction from my bladder, I still had to pee. Next shipment of clothes on its way to me has a corset, that will give me a similar experience to the waist trainer but make my outfit look more interesting lol (waist trainer is worn underneath clothing)
  6. Not quite the same but related: I usually have a moment when I tell myself "no, I'm not going to pee, not for a long while." When I do that, there's sort of a relaxing feeling. Like my bladder says "okay fine, you win." Any sort of antsy feeling gets replaced by a quiet acceptance and the inside of my body just kind of holds and cradles my bladder. Then if I drink something, I feel the pressure increase, but not a greater "urgency." I just know I can and will hold it.
  7. Less restrictive clothing and getting really distracted (like with an online game). I don't do that much but I'm typically trying to make it harder to hold lol, but yeah, those are tried and true.
  8. I've had conversations in person in which I manage to not let on to the fact that I am completely desperate, pretty sure the phone would be the same. Though if I'm on a phone call in public, I would probably be shifting my weight around as I try to force everything to hold on, if I'm on the brink.
  9. Stay safe, I know a crossdresser who got sucker-punched and called the F slur when he tried some interesting high heels. Personally I carry pepper spray everywhere, more if I'm doing deliveries. (Don't break your local laws though) Yeah, T-blockers are diuretic, and also one of the two things I take (forget if it's the estrogen or T blocker) gives salt cravings, which then ofc makes you thirsty. I give in and drink since I know I can hold it, but many trans individuals deliberately restrict how much they drink.
  10. We had a parent who wouldn't let us use the bathroom after a certain time each night. The power trips some people have . . .
  11. Curious both for MtF and FtM input, though I myself am MtF and speaking from that point of view. I'm curious if anyone else has been kinda surprised at how much being trans has impacted your bladder's life. I expected to be nervous and shy about using the women's restroom, but it definitely goes beyond that. Tucking. For those who don't know (NSFW): It is not the easiest thing in the world to set up, and once it's all set, I really don't want to mess with it. External pressure: I know it's not really good for you, but I've been using a waist trainer. My little bit of belly fat pushes out about as much as my chest does so far, and squeezing it back down while waiting for HRT to redistribute the fat makes me look more feminine. Turns out I get the best results from placing the trainer directly over the upper side of my bladder and then cinching it down. I have actually gone home feeling like I need to pee, taken it off, and then stopped feeling the urge. General nervousness: trying to walk more femininely, keeping an eye on people around me so I can keep away from anyone who has a negative reaction to me (thankfully fairly rare in this city), being ready to give my best girlvoice, all adds up to generally feeling tense sometimes, especially in certain situations. I do enjoy torturing my bladder, but really all the fetish did was make me think less about the consequences of what I'm doing. It feels like being MtF is one of the most perfect bladder torture processes. Really also makes me feel for the trans women who don't enjoy it and/or don't have my bladder capacity. More unisex bathrooms should definitely be a thing, as even if legal protections are there, plenty of trans individuals will say "I'd rather not go through the anxiety of doing so, I'd rather just hold it."
  12. I live in a very liberal place and the vast majority of people are very accepting of me after coming out, but I still feel a little scared of using the women's restroom, and I had already gone for long periods without peeing away from home before so just kinda slipped into "only use one toilet" mode. Today I went to work on some stuff in the morning, and did a few deliveries during lunch. I was wearing a beanie (to cover the short hair), a black sweater dress, and black yoga pants. I know, colorful lol. Anyhow, I have a little bit of belly fat that I'm hoping moves to my hips as I transition, and I already have a nice butt and hips if I do say so myself. To give myself that hourglass shape, I've been using a waist trainer while out and about. Inside the sweater dress, it reaches from below the navel to just below the rib cage. I did a delivery at a rather fancy hotel, and I had to be walked to the elevator since I wasn't one of the people staying there. After getting on the elevator for this really tall building, I looked down to make sure I was still presenting properly and everything. I was kinda alarmed to see that a little bit of belly fat was sticking out below the trainer. What happened? Well, turns out it had rode up while in the car, and my bladder had decided to use the opportunity to stretch. So, before reaching the top floor, I grabbed the waist trainer through the sweater dress and pulled it back down over my bladder. Felt like someone was sitting on it as it pushed the bulge back into my abdomen. I kinda did a small moan that thankfully no one was there to hear, then I quickly switched to acting normally as the door opened. I did the delivery and then left the hotel without letting on to anyone there that I had just shoved my poor bladder back into me.
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