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    Saltie reacted to Cool bro in The Most Real Accident I’ve Seen   
    Small introduction (the story is below so skip this first paragraph if you’re the tl;dr type):
    i wrote about this a very long time ago and the story got lost. This happened in my freshman year of college when me and my girlfriend at the time were 19. I remember always wanting to see a genuine accident, and for some reason she agreed to hold it. The rules were easy: drink enough to where you have to go but not too much. Wait a little while until it gets bad, but not too bad, and then we will hangout. The other was that she has to hold it and try to hold it no matter what even if it starts to come out. Last, I’m not supposed to know when so that it seems more real. Her roommates were gone for the entire week so she had a room to herself and invited me over after drinking quite a few liquids when we ate at a dining hall. 
    Story description starts:
    To start this story I had just gotten back from lunch and played a game for about a half hour. Sarah (fake name for the real girl) had texted me but I didn’t pay any mind to it. I didn’t yet know that she had planned it for that day. I showered got out and saw more texts. The first was, “hey, wanna come over?” Which was the one I ignored. The next three while I showered were, “you may want to get over here soon.” “This is getting quite urgent” “come over here or I’m going to have to go before you’re here.” Now me not knowing what she planned I didn’t know where she was going, but I texted back and headed over. I was greeted to her in a green t-shirt, and slightly dark blue jeans (not too dark). Her underwear she had on were light blue cotton panties. To give a small description she was about 5’4, had blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, and was skinny/slender. She had about B cup breasts and her but was round and protruded slightly but was not voluptuous. She was good looking.
    The real story begins:
    So, after I got there she stated, “I was really starting to have to pee and would’ve had to go if you didn’t get here. It’s getting bad.” I got excited at the idea and proceeded to follow her to her room. She locked the door. She began to pace a little around her room until she stood still at the corner edge of her bed with her legs crossed. She had tried this before and left before it got bad, but even then she had stayed in one spot for a bit and crossed her legs to hold it while it got bad. She had told me while she had crossed her legs that it’s a comfortable position for her so that she doesn’t jolt her bladder. 
    After a few minutes she began to put her left hand on her crotch while crossing her legs (she’s a lefty) and started to state that it was getting worse. She kept trying to check her phone to text people or check Facebook so she’d keep her hand in between her legs and would walk over, cross her legs and move her legs with her knee arched in and would switch legs, and then would proceed to walk back to the same spot and cross her legs again. I could see occasionally she would begin to squeeze a tiny bit harder with her hand. She began to walk slower to check her phone and stated it wasn’t getting a bit worse. 
    At this point it starts getting even more interesting. She seemed a bit more frozen in place and looked at me and asked, “how am I suppose to check my phone? This got really bad” and then breathed a little sharply, increased the pressure of her hand and leg slightly and looked at me. I stated, “well why not use both hands? The pressure should subside a tiny bit, then you can go over and check your phone and position yourself just like you are here.” So she put her right hand over her left and uncrossed her legs and walked over to her phone (it was about 6 feet away from where she stood so not far) and did a small dance that looked like a jog on the way over and giggled a little at what she called her own ridiculousness. She then did the same thing walking back over. She hung her head down for a second and squeezed a little harder clearly starting to feel the urgency. She told me she can’t believe she’s still holding it and felt her own bladder then told me to feel it. It was as hard as a rock almost to her belly button. That bladder was full and she looked like the pressure was intense. She crossed her leg again and stated she couldn’t really move too much anymore.
    As this continued she began to hunch a little more as the pressure increased. She starting having to switch hands as the pressure she was using to hold herself turned her knuckles white and when she switched hands her legs relaxed from what looked like an iron locked grip on each other. She began to hunch over slightly in a way that I could see were slight bladder spasms and her eyes would squint as she clenched and her breathing would become harder during those times. One time in particular she bent forward suddenly and exclaimed “ow ow ow!!” She had bent so suddenly she got a back cramp. I had hugged her to give back support and massaged the cramp.  She said, “this is the worst I’ve had to go in my whole life” and recounted some stories of where she’s felt a bladder spasm like this but always went when they weren’t as intense because she would read and be so into the book. She then went back to staying slightly hunched over and switching her hand once in a while. The best way I could describe this is that over the course of this entire time she began to look more like a cork that was going to explode. Her leg was locked in place and her hands were white with the pressure she was putting on herself. She was giving it her all to hold it.
    I could tell that it was getting worse and worse. She was more quiet and stiff in her position besides her body’s movements. Her breathing began to get harsh as she bent forward again with her hand turning white. She looked at me and stated, “This isn’t going to work much longer.” She then bent forward again and I could hear her strained breathing. I asked if a little had already come out and if her underwear was wet at all and all she’s could do was shake her head slightly yes. No leaks were visible but very tiny ones had happened. I took a few steps back because I wanted to watch her whole body react to the inevitable. She stated that she literally could not move and was locked in a hunched over position. She then gasped a little and in the in between switched her hand back to her left (clearly trying to get the max pressure relief from her dominant hand) and then stayed in that hunched over position. Then she exclaims “Are you kidding me?!? I already stopped it twice!!” And I could see a drop starting to come from the back of her pants. She kept her legs crossed very tightly and continued to put pressure on her hand. It stopped for a second and then it spread more until it covered her from her butt to her feet. A puddle had started to form at her feet. Up until that point she’s kept her hand hard pressed trying to stop it. “Ew ew ew!” She exclaimed as she removed her hand clearly losing control. Then she said “I give up” because it had already come out and she wasn’t able to stop it. I thought she would’ve leaked once with how hard she was trying but I guess all that effort lead to an inevitable soft explosion instead. It didn’t come out too violently as she had tried to hold through the flood but a lot did come out in the end. She stated that she tried her absolute hardest but that it was unstoppable. She took off her pants revealing her soaked underwear and she then left and took a shower. Our afterstory remains ours after that. 
    The last part of the deal was that after she actually succeeded in doing this then I would too to keep things “even” in a sense. My own experience was a bit interesting as well. 
    Let me know what you think! I haven’t shared anything in a very long time, but I hope this was worth the read. I tried being descriptive even in the parts where not too much occurred.
    Signing Off,
     
    Cool Bro.
     
     
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    Saltie reacted to Alice Ivy in The most desperate I have ever been in my life.   
    Hey, I've been idle for a while due to fun mental health things (yaaaay!) but I'm think I'm back on the right track so lemme tell you about last night.
    Lets get this description section done first so we can get it out of the way. I'm a tall girl, 6'4" and I'm rather skinny getting to the point of being unhealthy. I was wearing high waisted blue jean shorts, a tropical shirt (it was super hot yesterday), and for those interested I was just wearing a simple white bra underneath and some figure defining panties to give me *some* curves (the panties are really tight and that'll come into play later on). My hair is a sort of dark golden brown and is curly (when it's playing ball).
    So in the evening at around 6:50 I peed and made the decision that I wouldn't pee until I burst. I ran downstairs and filled up my bottle and got to drinking. I started with 500ml and after drinking I realized that I must've not emptied my bladder fully as I started to feel a need to pee 5 minutes after drinking but it was manageable, probably only a 3 or 4.
    I sat at my computer just chatting with people on the forum and playing some factorio for 30 minutes when I decided to give the BBBB challenge a test run, I knew it wouldn't count because I hadn't announced it but I decided to just give it a shot to see how hard it is... oooooh boy was in for a ride. I drank another 500ml and really started to feel the effect on my bladder as I started to jump up to a 7. I continued to play factorio for 30 minutes when I realized a fatal flaw in my plan, I have to walk my doggo.
    I got the doggo ready for the walk and before I left I chugged the 250ml I needed to drink and stepped outside catching the last rays of sunshine setting over London covering the park in golden light. In any other circumstance I would've stopped and appreciated the beauty of this scene but I was too busy with my bladder which was now sending constant signals to my brain to empty it. I was probably at an 8 now.
    The walk was hell, it wouldn't have been so bad but the park was busy and I needed to stay as subtle as possible. Whenever my dog stopped to sniff something or pee I tried to stay as still as possible causing me to shake all over.
    After 20 minutes I was back inside and sitting at my desk, sitting down definitely helped ease my desperation slightly but I was aware of the sheer amount of liquid I had drunk. For context, even though I'm pretty tall, my bladder is tiny I'm talking like walnut scale. The last time I measured how much I could hold I just barely missed 500ml (it was something like 485ml) and I was completely bursting and couldn't hold for a second more, I had just drunk over double that and I really was feeling the effects.
    I tried to concentrate on my game and before I knew it, it was time to drink again. This brings me to my smooth brain and not knowing when to stop. The BBBB rules state that now I should be drinking 250ml every half hour, me being me thought 'pfffft, I can drink more'. So I just went for it and chugged 400mls, big mistake. The water felt like it was going directly into my bladder, I could almost feel the constant drip drip drip drip from my kidneys into my already overfilled bladder.
    At this point in my hold something weird happened, I went from being desperate and squirmy at a 7/8 out of 10 to feeling relatively comfortable again, I still really had to pee but it was manageable probably a 6/10. Unfortunately this moment of calm was short lived as my desperation shot back up and I started to leak, just small leaks but they kept on happening. I did everything I could to stop them and eventually found that leaning slightly back on my chair relieved enough pressure on my bladder and I stopped leaking.
    Then it was time for more water to go in, 250ml down the hatch. even holding the water bottle made me shiver and shake with desperation so I chugged it. I could no longer type properly, let only continue playing my game so I switched to watching netflix, I think I was watching some stranger things and it was helping take my mind of my bladder slightly. At this point I was the most desperate I have ever been in my life but I still wanted to push it further, see how far I could really go, I had a look at how long I had been holding which was 3 hours and decided to go for 4 and a half hours, I didn't actually think I could make it as I knew I was approaching my limit but I wanted to prove to myself that I can hold more than I think I can if I really try.
    The next 30 minutes were hard, people in the discord were teasing me with water gifs and I watched as the clock moved ever closer to the point where I needed to drink again and, ya'll, I really didn't think I could do it. My water bottle was almost taunting me, condensation forming on the outside and dripping down to my shaking hand making it wet. Every neuron in my brain was screaming at me to pee, my stomach felt so full and even putting a drip of water on my tongue made my desperation shoot up to a 9/10. But I did it, somehow I did it. It took me a while but another 250ml was down and I had another hour to go until I could pee. I made a mental note of a final challenge where before I could pee, I would have to drink the last 250mls in my bottle.
    10 minutes had past and I really was starting to doubt my ability to hold until the next 20 minutes, let alone hour and 20 minutes I had left on the challenge, my legs were crossed, my hand was buried deep in my crotch and I was beginning to encounter another issue... I was really horny, like I needed to cum right then, unfortunately I know myself too well and I know if I cum, I'll pee.
    7 minutes on and those panties I mentioned earlier were really started to cause me issues, if I leaned even slightly forward, they were dig right into my bladder. I needed to get them off but standing up made me instantly start to leak. I sat in my chair, shaking all over with little drops of pee constantly dripping out and knew that if I didn't get these fucking panties off, the hold would be over.
    I stood up, a constant drip of leaks escaping with no signs of stopping, and I quickly got my panties off and was shocked. I was bulging, I don't think I've ever bulged before and it was kinda shocking. I was so shocked in fact that I kinda forgot what I was doing and poked my bladder to see was it was like. Now I shake when I'm desperate so when I poked my bladder what should've been a light prod was more of a punch. I doubled over instantly in pain and desperation which of course made my desperation worse and I realized that I genuinely couldn't hold for much longer, definitely not the 50 minutes I had left of the challenge so I decided to take that final challenge and do it now. 
    I had just over 500ml left in my bottle so I decided that I would finish the 500mls, wait 10 minutes, and then I could finally pee. 250ml chugged down and honestly I can't even begin to describe how desperate I was, I needed to pee, my bladder felt like it was seconds away from just releasing everything. I kept on drinking sip by sip getting to the last drop of water in the bottle and so the 10 minutes begun. Here's a snippet of how I was feeling
    I just had to pee, All I could think about was how much I needed to pee, my bladder was constantly trying to get the pee out and I'm honestly not sure how I didn't pee those first 4 minutes but I just couldn't hold it anymore. I started to leak a constant small stream and I felt a sharp pain in my back which was a sure sign to just abort. So I very quickly grabbed a measuring jug, quickly pulled my shorts down and stopped holding. The pee started out quite slowly but sped up to a point where it was thundering out of me which led to an issue, the noise. I quickly tried to slow down and my bladder screamed at me, it wasn't going to happen, my bladder was in charge now and there was nothing I could do to even slow the pee down. The pee measured at 900mls but I'm sure I lost around 50mls throughout the hold with leaking
    Let me tell you, the relief was orgasmic, like the second I stopped peeing I started masturbating and came within 20 seconds. I have never felt anything like this in my life, never before have a bulged, never before have I been so desperate, never before have I had an orgasm as intense as the one I had right after peeing. so now it's 2 days on, I'm giving the BBBB challenge another go.
    Lessons I've learnt:
    - Don't chug the water, this just makes me feel bloated and is unnecessary.
    - Make sure my bladder is completely empty before starting a challenge like this, I'm sure I could've made it to 4 hours or maybe even 4 hours and 30 minutes if I had.
    - Holy shit I missed this.
    If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading.
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    Saltie reacted to Weeing Willow in Wet myself during Zoom lecture!   
    The idea of wetting myself during lecture came to me basically the very second I heard that my classes would be transferred to an online format, so of course, I had to go through with it. 
    Earlier in the day I had smoked some weed with one of my friends (it was on 4/20) and since I get cottonmouth pretty intensely when I smoke, I was drinking a ton of water! I had gone to the bathroom once while he was over, but by the time he left--about 30 minutes before my class started--I already needed to go again pretty badly. Looking at the clock, I pondered: could I make it all the way through class? At this point it was difficult to tell, but I was determined to try. I kept drinking small but frequent sips of water to keep me hydrated.
    By the time class started, I REALLY needed to pee. The water hit me a lot faster than I expected, and by the time I logged on, I knew I wouldn't last an hour and a half. I turned on the video camera as normal (audio is always off) and watched lecture. Or, I would have watched lecture, except I needed to pee so bad and I was so hyper aware of how I looked that I just kept watching where it showed my video feed to make sure I wasn't letting my desperation show to any of my classmates. In my seat, I was squirming, pressing my legs together, squeezing tight to prevent myself from leaking on accident. Through some choice hip movements and repositioning, I finally got to a place where I felt like I could hold a little longer. My professor requested we open our books to a certain table he was referencing. I was forced to move my hand from holding myself to grab the book that was on the chair next to me. My legs were shaking as I opened the book and slowly located the correct page and I was able to regain control of myself, hands-free.
    A spike of desperation hit me as his explanation droned on and I instinctively removed my hand from the book and SHOVED it between my legs. Then I remembered I was on video and quickly checked my feed to make sure my face wasn't bright red. I wondered if anyone had seen me. Only my shoulders up were visible but the sudden motion could've seemed out of place. My expression was slightly pained. It was getting a lot harder to hold, now 30 minutes in to the class period, and I definitely would not make it to the end. 
    I had to get up to get some more water. I carefully stood and slithered out of view of the camera, cramming my hand back into my crotch the second it was safe to do so. I made all the scrunched faces I could and hopped around pee dancing before returning back to lecture. I had to keep my hand on my crotch at all times at this point or I would absolutely lose it. 
    It was around the 45 minute mark that I felt my bladder finally begin to give way. My professor was talking, and writing, and my classmates were watching him, and I was slowly losing control of myself, desperate to keep a straight face. The harder I tried to hold the less relaxed my face was, but relaxing my face meant losing control. I opted to keep a neutral expression and... I leaked. "Oh my god," I thought to myself, "I'm pissing my pants in class. Oh my god. I'm having an accident." I tried to mask my expression of horror and embarrassment with one of slight confusion, as the weak but steady trickle of pee began to permeate my underwear and puddle beneath me on the chair. I kept trying to hold it in but my muscles could only squeeze so much, and before I knew it I could hear drips of piss on the floor. I was mortified. I pushed my laptop camera up and put my head down slightly so only my forehead would be visible. I couldn't control my facial expression anymore. I let my muscles relax in defeat and allowed myself to release all over my shorts, all over the chair, all over my floor, camera still running, lecture continuing on. My breath was heavy. I raised my head again, and did a quick survey of the damage of my lower half. I was absolutely soaked and a large puddle surrounded the chair. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment, and I looked at my video feed again. Luckily the camera luckily barely registered it. My classmates looked as normal. As far as I know, nobody had noticed.
    I stayed there for about 10 more minutes before my professor decided to end lecture. Every movement in my wet seat reminded me of my bad behavior.
     
    Sorry I don't have any pictures but I hope y'all liked the story! Stay home and stay safe!
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    Saltie reacted to yaosaka in very desperate jeans wetting (lots of squirming)   
    here's something i found while digging thru some photos of last spring 
     video: https://www.4shared.com/video/uacbfK08ea/20180330_140128.html



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    Saltie got a reaction from DaveGAZ in Live Action Omorashi   
    I just finished with a mammoth hold, probably my biggest in a long time.
    9:00 AM - 12:30 PM: During this time span, I drank 40 ounces of Mountain Dew.
    1:00 PM: Last time I peed, and I quite had to go.
    2:30: I've drank the first 20 ounces of water, and I'm starting to need to go a little bit. 3/10
    3:30: I refill my bottle, and start doing some work on the computer. Urge is increasing, starting to move around a bit more, 4/10.
    4:30: Drank another 24 oz of water. Very strong urge, beginning to get fidgety, 6/10.
    4:45: Starting to hurt, I'm finding it difficult to focus, and I'm walking around grabbing myself.
    5:00: I can feel my bladder bulge distinctly now, it's almost impossible to concentrate as waves of desperation come and go. Still, I manage to get some work done, and refill my water bottle, almost constantly holding myself and dancing around. 7/10
    5:15: I leak a little bit, as I reach 8/10. I'm quite desperate now. I drink another 24 ounces of water.
    5:30: Normally, I would have wet myself by now in a diaper, but at the present time, I'm not wearing one to give myself incentive to keep holding it and not ruin my nice jeans. My bladder really hurts now, bulging up to my navel, and I'm having difficulty holding it back. If I press on my bladder too much, I start to leak. But I am determined to hold it in until I finish my work no matter what. 8.5/10
    5:45: I finish up my work, barely able to concentrate or use the computer in the first place. 9/10 now, my bladder feels as full as it has been in a long long time. I can barely stand up, I'm so desperate. I can't even lift my legs up very high because the press on my bladder. A few moments later, I choose to take a casual stroll outside for a few minutes. Every step is painful, as I try to keep myself clamped shut in the cool evening.
    6:00: 10/10. Back inside. This hurts bad, ooh I'm so full. I can't believe I've held it this long. My bladder bulge is as big as I've ever seen or felt it, and it's hard as a rock. If I press on my bladder lightly, I leak out. Even the waist of my jeans now is too much, and I have to take them off because it's too hard to hold my pee with them on. My bladder is screaming at me to let it out, but I want to see how much longer I can last. I can barely even stop moving long enough to take a picture of my bulge, and a couple of times I leaked into my underwear trying to get the camera positioned.

     
    6:15: I put my diaper on at last, and have to restrain the absolutely maddening desire to let it out. I argued with myself in my mind, "Please, let me pee!", "No, you can hold it for longer." The pressure was driving me mad, as I had to keep holding myself to keep it in now, I was simply unable to hold it in any other way. I wanted to make it to 6:30 no matter how bad I had to pee. 
    6:18: Absolutely dying to pee, sooo painful, I've just leaked a bit more. I'm about to explode I can't hold it any more. I've positioned my crotch on the corner of the table to hold it now.
    6:21: Large 3 second leak, was able to stop it only just. I'm at my limit, I'm seriously about to wet myself where I crouch. I can't even squirm or it comes out, but I'm can't stop or I'll explode. Help, I'm not gonna make it to 6:30.
    6:23: That last leak bought me a couple of moments before I filled right back up again. Absolutely nothing helps any more, holding myself hurts, crossing my legs hurts and makes me leak, even straddling the edge of the table makes the bottom of my bladder hurt, even though it's still helping to hold back the major leaks. I'm getting and succumbing to urges to push which is making it impossible to hold even using the edge of the chair, the pressure is too much to bear.
    6:27: I can't hold it any more, it's coming out.
    Before & After my accident.

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    Saltie got a reaction from VeryCinna in Live Action Omorashi   
    I just finished with a mammoth hold, probably my biggest in a long time.
    9:00 AM - 12:30 PM: During this time span, I drank 40 ounces of Mountain Dew.
    1:00 PM: Last time I peed, and I quite had to go.
    2:30: I've drank the first 20 ounces of water, and I'm starting to need to go a little bit. 3/10
    3:30: I refill my bottle, and start doing some work on the computer. Urge is increasing, starting to move around a bit more, 4/10.
    4:30: Drank another 24 oz of water. Very strong urge, beginning to get fidgety, 6/10.
    4:45: Starting to hurt, I'm finding it difficult to focus, and I'm walking around grabbing myself.
    5:00: I can feel my bladder bulge distinctly now, it's almost impossible to concentrate as waves of desperation come and go. Still, I manage to get some work done, and refill my water bottle, almost constantly holding myself and dancing around. 7/10
    5:15: I leak a little bit, as I reach 8/10. I'm quite desperate now. I drink another 24 ounces of water.
    5:30: Normally, I would have wet myself by now in a diaper, but at the present time, I'm not wearing one to give myself incentive to keep holding it and not ruin my nice jeans. My bladder really hurts now, bulging up to my navel, and I'm having difficulty holding it back. If I press on my bladder too much, I start to leak. But I am determined to hold it in until I finish my work no matter what. 8.5/10
    5:45: I finish up my work, barely able to concentrate or use the computer in the first place. 9/10 now, my bladder feels as full as it has been in a long long time. I can barely stand up, I'm so desperate. I can't even lift my legs up very high because the press on my bladder. A few moments later, I choose to take a casual stroll outside for a few minutes. Every step is painful, as I try to keep myself clamped shut in the cool evening.
    6:00: 10/10. Back inside. This hurts bad, ooh I'm so full. I can't believe I've held it this long. My bladder bulge is as big as I've ever seen or felt it, and it's hard as a rock. If I press on my bladder lightly, I leak out. Even the waist of my jeans now is too much, and I have to take them off because it's too hard to hold my pee with them on. My bladder is screaming at me to let it out, but I want to see how much longer I can last. I can barely even stop moving long enough to take a picture of my bulge, and a couple of times I leaked into my underwear trying to get the camera positioned.

     
    6:15: I put my diaper on at last, and have to restrain the absolutely maddening desire to let it out. I argued with myself in my mind, "Please, let me pee!", "No, you can hold it for longer." The pressure was driving me mad, as I had to keep holding myself to keep it in now, I was simply unable to hold it in any other way. I wanted to make it to 6:30 no matter how bad I had to pee. 
    6:18: Absolutely dying to pee, sooo painful, I've just leaked a bit more. I'm about to explode I can't hold it any more. I've positioned my crotch on the corner of the table to hold it now.
    6:21: Large 3 second leak, was able to stop it only just. I'm at my limit, I'm seriously about to wet myself where I crouch. I can't even squirm or it comes out, but I'm can't stop or I'll explode. Help, I'm not gonna make it to 6:30.
    6:23: That last leak bought me a couple of moments before I filled right back up again. Absolutely nothing helps any more, holding myself hurts, crossing my legs hurts and makes me leak, even straddling the edge of the table makes the bottom of my bladder hurt, even though it's still helping to hold back the major leaks. I'm getting and succumbing to urges to push which is making it impossible to hold even using the edge of the chair, the pressure is too much to bear.
    6:27: I can't hold it any more, it's coming out.
    Before & After my accident.

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    Saltie reacted to AudreyLovesPee in My first wetting (2 wettings)   
    So this story of s about my very first wetting that started me on my love for wetting.
    So when I was 8 my family was going to take a plane ride across the country to see my cousins. Since then is my first post you should know I hate using public bathrooms so before we left for the airport I put on a diaper. Yes I know what kind of an 8 year old wears diapers. Well I have been on planes before and the first time I was on one I think I was 4 so my parents out me in a diaper. So every time after that I have always used a diaper. Although I was wearing it I never actually wet it since those were all short flights.
    So back to the story. So after getting ready I headed downstairs to get somthing to eat but my mom said we were gonna stop at McDonalds for breakfast. It was 6 in the morning so I wasn't hungry yet so that was fine with me. We got in the car and headed off. We got to McDonalds and I got some food and a chocolate milk. Once I started drinking it I relized I hadn't gone pee when I woke up this morning. I was already at about 4 at the scale.
    We got to the airport and did all the security stuff and by the time we were done with that its was almost 8. Mom said the plane leaves at 8:45 so we had a bit of time to waste. I bought another chocolate milk and 2 bottles of water for the plane. I was really bored waiting for the plane and I didn't do much.
    Finally we started boarding the plane and we were one of the first on. When we got to our sets I relized I had drank both the chocolate milk and one of the water bottles. I was up to a 6 on the scale now and we still had a 4 hour flight ahead of us.
    When they started serving drinks I of course got one not thinking about how I had to pee.
    Half way through the the flight I had already drank the second water bottle and my cup of soda. I was up to a 9 on the scale and I relized of was wiggling in my seat. I started to crash as my legs and that helped for maybe 15 minutes but then I had to stick my hand in my crotch too. Although I had to pee so bad it felt really nice to hold it in.
    10 minutes had gone by and I was at a 10 on the scale for sure. I was bouncing in my seat, moving my legs crossing them and I still had my had between my legs. My mom who was seating next to me asked if I was okay. I said yes even though I was clearly not. She asked if I wanted to go to the bathroom and that she would go with me but I Said I was fine. Then she whispered in my ear "did you put on your diaper" and I whispered back yes. She said I could just go in it but I told her I wanted to make it since I hadn't ever needed it before.
    Then just 5 minutes later the seat belts sign came on so a buckled it and asked my mom to tighten it. I thought she would pull slowly but she did it rather fast and it pressed down on my bladder. It wasn't to hard but since I was already about to pee myself it pressed really hard.
    At that moment I lost control and I started peeing. It was loud but I wasn't sure if my mom could here it or not. I peed for at least 2 minutes and my diaper was completely soaked and extremely full. It felt so nice to be wet and it rubbed against my vagina and made me fell amazing.
    Nothing much happened the rest of the flight except for I Drank another water bottle that my mom gave me. we landed and then everyone in my family went to the bathroom except me. It was kind of wired to walk since the diaper was so full but it felt amazing at the same time. We got more water at the airport before we left becuase it was really hot out there. We picked up a rental car which took forever and then we finally got on our way. It had been an hour since our plane landed.
    I asked my dad how long is the drive to our cousins house and he said 2 and a half hours. OMG 2.5 hours I didn't know it was that far I thought it was at most an hour. I already was starting to have to pee and I didn't think the diaper could hold much else.
    After about an hour and a half I really needed to pee bad. I had drank 2 more water bottle becuase of the heat and that was a bad choice.
    There was about an hour of the trip left and I knew I had to hold it. But about 20 minutes later I was at a 10 again. Then we hit a bump and another bump. I started to leak. Every time we hit a bump in the road I would leak. Then we finally got to a smooth part of the road.
    5 minutes later we hit another bump it felt like the car flew 10 feet in the air. My pee gushed out and it lasted forever but 30 seconds into in I felt the diaper start to leak out the right side I had to do somthing but I couldn't. My pee just wouldn't stop. Finally after a minute more it stopped. I could feel my crotch was soaked and my bottom was really wet. I was wearing a blue skirt that was soaked on my bottom so I slipped it off but I had on white leggings underneath. Although they didn't look wet you could see the whole back of the diaper through the bottom.
    For the rest of the car ride I said nothing and thought about what too do. Thankfully we stopped at a gas station. I went inside to inspect the damage. I decided to take off the diaper and throw it away. Now you could see my bottoms through my leggings but that was better than seeing a diaper through it.
    When we arrived at my cousins I quickly went to the back of the car and pulled out a skirt from our suitcase. I slipped it on and went inside to say hello. As soon as we said hello I got some new panties from the suit case. I had to one again by now so I went upstairs to the bathroom. I pulled down my skirt and peeked through my leggings. It felt so nice. Then I slipped off the leggings and put on my new panties and skirt. I hid the leggings under the bed for them to dry.
    The rest of the visit was great. If you were wondering I will pee in toilets if they are at my families or friends houses just not in public. Also I had another accident on this trip but that is another story.
    Hope you enjoyed sorry it is so long.
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    Saltie reacted to Gemmy in Movie Marathon = Extreme Desperation + Intense Relief   
    Me and Matty love watching movies and quite often have movie marathons. Partly because of our love of movies but mainly because we are the kind of people who can’t watch one movie in a series and then watch the others at a later date. If we watch one film in the series we have to watch all the others. Most of the time it is pretty easy as a series has two or three films so we can watch them all in a day. However sometimes we plan movie days when we decide to watch series like Harry Potter or Star Wars with a full day's worth of films to work through. The other evening we were looking for a movie to watch and whilst scrolling through the horror genre we noticed Saw 7 (or Saw 3D, whichever you prefer) and we commented that we hadn’t seen the Saw films for a while. We went to see the seventh film when it came out in the cinema and haven’t seen any of them since. We had nothing to do on Thursday so we decided that we would have a Saw marathon. We looked at the run time and to watch all 7 it would take just shy of 11 hours.
     
    When I woke up Thursday morning we had breakfast and then we put all 7 films on a playlist and then made a nest on the couch with our duvet. Matty brought snacks and I asked for a cup of tea. He brought me my tea and then put a 3 litre bottle of water and a small whisky tumbler on the couch. I looked at it then at him and he put on his Jigsaw voice and said “I want to play a game”. He pointed to the bottle of water and said “The rules are as follows, until we have finished watching all the movies the bathroom is off limits and whilst watching the movies every time a person dies you are going to fill this glass and drink it….your goal is to keep your knickers dry”. I giggled and happily agreed to the game. I was looking forward to the double challenge. Holding until the films were over which would take 11 hours and not knowing how many deaths there were thus not knowing how many glasses I would end up drinking. The glass was 100ml so throughout the day I could end up drinking a lot but I knew because it was spread out over time my bladder would fill slower than when doing rapid desperation. 
     
    We sat and we started watching the first film about half 9. It finished at about quarter past 11 and throughout the film I had 7 glasses of water. We immediately moved onto the second film and throughout that one I had another 7 glasses of water. The second film finished at roughly quarter to one and I was starting to feel my bladder beginning to fill. The third film started and lasted until quarter to three. Over the course of those two hours there were ten deaths which meant 10 more glasses of water. Matty went to make us both a sandwich and brought us both a cup of tea which I slowly sipped after eating my sandwich and we started watching the fourth film. We finished the fourth installment at quarter to 5 and the film added another 10 glasses to my bladder. As the fifth film started I was starting to feel a little desperate as my bladder filled with the tea and water and throughout the film I kept shifting around as I kept getting urges. By the time the fifth film was over I had added another 6 glasses to my bladder and I was starting to feel really desperate. I could no longer ignore the need and was squirming and wiggling in my seat. It was now half past 6 and I knew we had roughly 3 hours to go and god knows how many glasses of water.
     
    We started up the sixth film and throughout the whole movie which took us to half past 8 I was squirming and wiggling non stop and by the time the credits finished I was absolutely busting for a pee and was almost wetting myself. I knew I could hold for a while longer but was unsure whether I would make it to the end of the film. The sixth film had added another 13 glasses (four in quick succession) which really didn’t help my bladder and was the reason I was squirming and almost wetting my knickers. The last film started and I sat squirming and bouncing uncontrollably as my pee hole throbbed and trembled under the pressure of my bladder. As the film went on I ended up drinking 10 more glasses and about half way through the film I was sat on the edge of the couch rocking back and forth and opening and closing my legs. There was a moment in the film where 3 people died and then 5 people were poisoned and I knew if I even had to drink one more glass I would burst and soak my knickers in pee. He let me off and said I didn’t have to drink anymore. Now all I had to do was wait until the end of the film. As time passed I got more and more desperate and I got to the point where I felt like I was seconds away from exploding and peeing everywhere but I had to keep holding. My desperation continued to increase and I honestly didn’t know how I was still holding, each wave of desperation that hit me I felt like I was going to burst .
     
    Somehow despite my aching bursting bladder pushing hard on my pee hole I continued to hold. A combination of wanting to watch the end of the movie and the challenge of holding until it finished I think is what was keeping me going. With 15 minutes of the film left I started dripping into my knickers with each wave of desperation and they gradually got bigger until they turned into leaks. I was sat right on the edge of the couch with my hand pressed hard against my pussy in an attempt to keep my pee hole closed. The leaks continued to escape as the pressure got so intense and my knickers were getting so wet. With like 5 minutes of the film remaining the leaks turned into spurts and they were uncontrollable. Each spurt shot out of my pee hole and soaked into my knickers. The desperation I was feeling was so intense and I literally felt like if I moved I would explode. The final moments of the film occurred and I was sat begging it to hurry up. Finally the screen went black and the first credit showed up. I moaned out and went to stand up when Matty grabbed me and pointed at the countdown timer on the screen indicating it wasn’t finished yet. I moaned out in desperation as my bladder screamed in protest but the intense desperation and trying to keep holding was such a turn on. My hand went into my knickers and rubbed against my pee hole as I bounced like crazy watching the timer slowly tick down. My fingers kept getting wet as spurts escaped and shot over them. I was practically wetting myself where I sat and it was taking every ounce of concentration and determination not to do so completely.
     
    Eventually the screen went blank and I stood up. The sudden impact of gravity made me spurt and I thought it was over. I managed to stop myself losing all control but now I was stood up the desperation and overwhelming need to release my pee was so much worse. I slowly shuffled and took baby steps towards the door with my hand jammed between my legs and pressed hard against my pee hole. I reached the door and walked out into the hallway and when I looked at the stairs I just knew that there was no way I would make it upstairs without wetting myself. That thought alone made me lose a 3 second spurt and it splashed onto the floor below me. I bent over and squeezed my legs hard together around my hand. I looked around frantically trying to think of something before I completely flooded the floor. I suddenly had an idea and shuffled my way into the kitchen losing leaks with each little step. I moved over to door to the utility room and quickly grabbed the mop bucket from the side of the washing machine. I placed it on the floor and its like my bladder knew that relief was so close as she starting contracting like crazy causing me to leak and pee to stream down my legs.
     
    I frantically to pull my knickers down but I couldn’t without removing my hand and removing my hand would result in me losing all control. With my spare hand I pulled my t-shirt out of the way and in a quick motion I sat down on the bucket and the moment I took my hand away my pee hole burst open and a massive torrent of pee came gushing out. My knickers were soaked through within seconds and the sound of the strong stream hitting the bottom of the bucket was so loud. I moaned out as relief washed over my body that was absolutely orgasmic. The stream kept coming and coming and it felt like it was never going to stop. I couldn’t breathe properly it felt so good. The relief was so wonderful I felt on the edge of a massive orgasm and the feeling of pee gushing out of my pussy was adding to the pleasure. Once the stream died down the desperation to pee was replaced by a feeling of desperately needing to cum. My pussy was dripping with arousal and needed release so badly. My pee hole was aching from holding for so long and I had to rub her to ease the aching sensation. However I wasn’t prepared for just how turned on I was. I slid my hand into my knickers to rub my pee hole and as I did my palm brushed against my clit and without warning pleasure surged through me and I had an explosive orgasm. 
     
    The sudden explosion of pleasure made me fall off the bucket and left me lying on the floor trembling and shaking and clutching my throbbing burning pussy. The pleasure continued surging through me and eventually after a couple of minutes it died down and I was left with a wonderful warm tingly feeling. I suddenly realised Matty was stood in the doorway. I smiled at him and he just shook his head and said “erm….well….erm...ya know….WOW!!!”. I giggled and he helped me up. I emptied my bucket down the drain and went and flopped back on the couch. We ordered take away and after eating I was still insanely horny and we spent the rest of the night enjoying my soaked knickers together ;). 
     
    That was the most intense desperation I have ever felt and the most wonderful feeling of relief. In retrospect its not surprising as throughout the day I had two cups of tea and the equivalent of 1 pint an hour throughout the movie marathon. I am surprised I held all that for so long. The power of wanting to watch movies is stronger than my bladder :p
     
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    Saltie got a reaction from Omoguy115 in My finals experience   
    I had my own finals experience earlier. I wore a diaper to mine, and it was a final that I could schedule a specific range of time for. I spent the day studying, making up an allowed note sheet, and drinking loads of water on purpose right before my time frame. It was to last two hours. I could already feel that I had to go a little bit before starting. My final was online, multiple choice, blah blah. I was finished within an hour, and actually got a pretty darn good score. By the time I was finished, I was at a 6/10 with a strong urge to go. I was, of course, free to go after my exam was done. 
    Was I ready to let go yet? Not a chance. I made a pact with myself. I would not be allowed to go until the remainder of my scheduled exam time was done. So I waited, and walked around random parts of the campus. 45 minutes to go, and I was moving into the 7/10 range, and it was getting painful to hold. I sat on a bench, turned my phone back on, and rearranged my bag to get things ready for studying for another final. squirming and moving my legs around the whole time. My bladder continued to expand as I got up and walked around some more, going outside into the cold evening. 
    I waited outside for about 15 minutes, taking off my coat, because to be fair all of the moving around I was doing was making me hot, and sweating would waste all of that water that I drank. With half an hour to go in my time frame, I reached and 8/10. I coped with the pressure by pressing my crotch against the concrete wall that I was leaning against, watching the traffic pass by. Then, I felt something pop in my pants. I assumed that all of my moving around made one of the tapes of my diaper pop off. I undid my belt and look. The tapes were, in fact, secure. So secure that my expanding bladder stretched the waist so much that the top of the plastic landing area had split open. "Ah Crap!", was my first thought. 

    So I resumed walking a round, eventually walking up two floors in pain, into a private bathroom with a locking door. As it so happened, I had some plastic tape with me, so I sat down on the toilet. Boy, that increased my need to a 9/10 as my bladder protested "Hey, you're on a freaking toilet. Can you let out all this pee that I'm holding now?!" I held on with my legs crossed as I carefully undid the top tapes, so that the plastic would not rip any more. I put some plastic tape across the split, and it was thankfully wide enough to mend it, and put the top tapes back on over the... tape, and over my swollen, protesting bladder. I felt my bladder as it had expanded to the level of my navel, and moved over to the sink to press my crotch against it to help me hold it. I considered starting to walk towards my car as a challenge to myself.
    Then I could no longer resist holding myself over my diaper, as I rubbed myself, and eventually came almost instantly, as I tend to do when I am this painfully full. Afterwards, the pain in my bladder increased to a 9.5 out of 10, as I've discovered that it tends to do after I pleasure myself when I am this full. The same type of unpleasant pain that occurred when I was 13 on my desperate bus ride home. The pressure was intense, and harder to hold back than before, and after a couple of times of experiencing this feeling recently, I thought to myself "Maybe one of these times, I will try to hold it past this point of pleasure, and keep holding this pressure until I can't. But, I have more finals to take, so today is not that day."
    So I decided to let it go. Slowly it came out, as the pressure on my erect member by the diaper always seems to restrict the flow. Rather annoying, really, because I want to be able to let it out full-force.  I have no idea what time it was, I reckon it was about 15 minutes or so before the end of my allotted exam time. By the time I was done, I was relieved, and satisfied. And with that, I went to go grab something to eat, pee some more, then go back to my studies. 
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    Saltie reacted to no_way in Desperate drive from the festival   
    Hi omorashi community ? I come to you with a few stories that I haven’t had the time to write simply because of my hectic work schedule. This is my first post, and I’m ready to start contributing to the community with stories of mine that have really stuck with me over time. I love reading stories like these and so I hope you do too! This one is dear to my heart, as it is the most extreme situation of desperation I saw from my girlfriend in college. And so, here it goes!
     
    I’ll give you a visual to start things off. Savannah is a cute girl, about 21 years old at the time. She was about 5’ 4” with nice b-cups and an ass to die for. Nice slim legs, but certainly not overly skinny. She had beautiful dark brown eyes and a very pretty face. We really had a good thing going for a while, but unfortunately the paths of our lives took very different routes. We were both very attracted to each other, and I have a lot of fond memories with her.
     
    Anyway, we were at a music festival about 2 hours from our home that actually ended up getting cancelled because of a crazy July thunderstorm. We were forced to evacuate from our campsite to our car parked in a lot about a mile away while the storm hit. We were hanging out, listening to music, and drinking some beers. Savannah probably had 4-5 beers in the 2 hours that we were sitting in the car. We were waiting for an announcement on whether we could return to our campsite, so we passed the time accordingly. When it got cancelled we headed up to the campsite to quickly pack our things before nightfall and get the heck out of there. After we packed, we got to the car and she started chugging water. She gets a little anxious when plans get really screwed like that, so drinking water always helped her to calm down. Right before we left she did proclaim a pretty urgent need to use the bathroom, so she squatted next to the car to relieve a very full bladder. Our friend in the car even gave her a concerned look at how forcefully she was peeing. “Woah, Savannah, hahah”. A wonderful site to see, but nothing like what was about to happen.
     
    Savannah has a pretty strong bladder. I’ve seen her hold a pretty significant amount of fluid for extended periods of time; and, while you could visibly see her bladder swell in her lower abdomen, she would typically hold it very well. As we left the festival we got caught up in some traffic leaving for about 30 minutes, and then were on our 2 hour journey home. About an hour in we discussed stopping for food, but three of us agreed that we should just head home. Savannah protested a bit, because unknown to me at the time she was developing a fuller bladder by the minute. We were listening to music, talking, and hanging out to pass the time. Slowly, she got quieter and quieter. By about an hour and a half into the journey I saw her do something interesting that I’ve only seen when someone is reaching the length of their tether. She started poking at the window and adjusting herself so that her cute bum was facing me. I hadn’t said anything at this point, but could tell she was getting a bit antsy.
     
    We crossed a bridge into our town and she sat up pretty straight with a flustered look on her face. She wasn’t shy about her needs, usually, but in this case she didn’t want to interrupt our trip, so she really tried to hang on for the entire ride. This was obviously becoming more and more difficult with each passing minute. She’d had around 4-5 beers and maybe a liter of water in the past 4 hours, and it had definitely not all processed through her at the time she peed before we left. She was staring pretty intently down the road with one hand rubbing her stomach when she finally announced to the car, “Guys I have to pee so fucking bad, please hurry it’s really getting uncomfortable.” No one really said anything, but our friend driving acknowledged it.
     
    Lucky for us there was a bit of construction coming off of the bridge into town. This typically delayed me about 10 minutes in the past. And being about 15 minutes from home at this point really put some strain on her, as she was so close to getting the relief that she needed.
     
    She knows that I have a bit of a fetish around this, which was maybe why she didn’t want to talk about it in the car and get me excited, but at this point I had to do some investigating of my own. I asked her how she was feeling when we were waiting in traffic and she looked at me with pretty wide eyes saying “I’d really like to get home soon. This is probably the worst I’ve ever had to go, and definitely the worst I’ve had to go in a car where I literally can’t do anything about it.” I mentioned that she could maybe use a spare bottle if she really thought she wouldn’t make it, but she kept a positive attitude and said “I’ll be able to hold on for a little bit longer.”
     
    The traffic hold up was taking a little longer than usual, so we’d been sitting for about 10 minutes with barely any movement. At this point, she was rocking back and forth a bit in her seat. She was wearing a tight short gray dress from the festival, and it was starting to ride up her legs with her added leg movement. Eventually, it rode up enough that I could see her pink panties between her legs. Her hand was on her stomach now and she was starting to look a little frantic, but not too frantic. More just very concerned. I was going CRAZY at this point in my head. You could only imagine what a fantasy situation I was sitting in.
     
    I did something I wouldn’t normally do, but being that we were in the back seat, I gestured to feel her abdomen. She kind of swatted my hand away, which is pretty unlike her, simply meaning that it was not a situation she wanted to be playful in. However, she eventually let me put my hand on her lower stomach and it felt very swollen. It kind of felt like the size of a grapefruit, maybe a little bigger, but boy was that thing pretty rock hard. She winced a little when I put my hand there and pretty much immediately pulled it away.
     
    The traffic situation improved slightly, about 15 minutes at this point sitting and about 2 hours and 15 minutes since she’d last peed after ingesting all of that beer and water. She definitely was not in a good situation and I was getting a bit concerned for her. There were some beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead, and she was looking a little flush in the face. We were close enough to home where I thought she could hang on for another 10 minutes or so, but she was looking worse and worse by the second.
     
    At this point, she was fanning her legs in and out at a pretty fast rate with both of her hands clenched like fists on the seat to each side of her. Her dress may as well have been a tank top at this point, since it was basically sitting at her hips. The traffic cop switched the sign from slow to STOP with us being the second car to get through construction. Savannah let out a quiet squeal, which caused the driver to look back at us. He kind of just went “woah, you ok?” She kind of looked at him with wide eyes and said “you better drive fast after we get through this or your back seat is completely done for.” No smile or sense of humor in that one. She was dead serious. She realistically had about 5 minutes left in her will to hold it, she would tell me later, but we still had about 10 minutes home if the driver really booked it.
     
    Once we got through the construction and got moving, she looked to be in a better state of mind, but certainly not happy by any means. It had been about 2 and a half hours of holding a steadily increasing amount of fluid. She was sweating to the point where I wiped some of it off of her forehead with a spare t-shirt I had to try to show some sympathy. She was kind of just staring at me while we were going through our town probably to distract herself. So, I leant in and gave her a kiss. She pushed into me a bit and made it a pretty lustful kiss and whispered that she really hoped I would enjoy this, as “I’m really not sure if I’m going to make it home”. She pulled away pretty quickly as I think she was getting too distracted to hold it, if you know what I mean.
     
    When she pulled away from the kiss, I looked down and saw her hand between her legs with white knuckles. Kind of leaning toward me with one butt cheek off the seat. I think this was her only option at this point. She asked me to grab some spare toilet paper we had in the back and a water bottle. I thought this would be the end, but I didn’t really think she’d end up using it.  She sat back toward her end of the seat just clenching her vagina shut and tapping the roll of toilet paper on her knee.
     
    We had a few minutes left in the ride at this point, but were very close to home by most people’s standards. Could seem like hours for someone in her need. She had her eyes shut at this point, still tapping the toilet paper on her knee, and her chin to her chest. She was just about doing everything she could not to wet herself at that point. Then, she would sit up and spread out to maybe try to give her bladder some more room and move back into her closed off position. I put my arm on her back and she kind of snapped at me and told me to leave her alone. Certainly not in a good state of mind.
     
    About 2 hours and 40 minutes after she’d last peed, we finally arrived at my house. Our friends were parked in the driveway who had also come back with us from the festival. She kind of just rolled out of the car very slowly and stood outside of the car basically doubled over. She’d pulled her dress back down over her bum so as not to show off all of her goods (she was also wearing a thong, so didn’t want to really give everyone a show). She was kind of out of dignity at this point, waiting for me to get out of the car to unlock the door to my house. Kind of running on the spot, hand jammed between her legs, and doubled over. Toilet paper still in hand.
     
    I took my time getting out of the car, because I’m a jerk, and through clenched teeth she pushed out a muffled “Jason, come on LOOK AT ME. LETS GOOO.” She hobbled up to our doorstep right behind me when I heard a loud hiss. She kind of high pitched yelled “SHIT” and said “Hurry the F@#$ UP!!”
     
    Unfortunately for this beautiful brunette completely bursting and at the end of her tether, it was dark out and I was having some trouble unlocking the door. I looked back to check on her and she was in complete panic. She didn’t want to wet herself in front of all of our friends, and so the look on her face was priceless. Complete and utter concentration, no dignity, bent over with her ass almost hanging out of her dress, and her hand between her legs. Sheer panic. I was having a field day. I finally got the lock done and she ran into the house past me. This is the first time I saw her back side. She had leaked a little more than I thought as I could see some pee running down her leg. I think she was spurting pretty regularly or even possibly a full on stream at this point, but man I’ll never forget that sight.
     
    She basically sprinted into the bathroom without shutting the door. I heard her rustle her thong down and sit on the toilet with some force. She let out an exaggerated high pitched sigh. As I was walking towards the bathroom I heard an unbelievable amount of pee exploding from between her legs. When I saw her, she had her head back, sitting up straight, with her eyes closed as pee was erupting from out of her. I had this sight for about 20 seconds until our friends were walking up towards my door. So, I shut the bathroom door and gave her some privacy.
     
    She came out about a minute and a half later looking completely relieved. I’d never seen anybody as desperate as her before, and I wouldn’t necessarily want them to be. She later told me that it was getting painful to the point where she didn’t know if she’d have to go see a doctor afterwards. She actually said she regrets not having just peed outside the car right when we got home, as nearly peeing all over my kitchen floor wasn’t as good as going all over the driveway ?
     
    We joked and talked about this situation once in a while, and sometimes she’d bring it up while we had sex to really get things going. This is why I loved her, and it is one of the bigger regrets of my life that I couldn’t still be with her today.
     
    Either way, I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. This won’t be the last from me, and please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message ?
     
    -no_way

     
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    Saltie reacted to Mbgpeelover in The time I held my pee the longest I can remember   
    This is the story of the time I held on the longest I can remember! 
     
    My dad worked for British Rail so I had the privilege of having some free train passes I could use when I was a teenager. I have an uncle and aunt who live in London so I arranged to go and visit them one Easter. It was a long train journey but as I love train travel it was very relaxing. 
     
    So I was always (still am) somewhat embarrassed to say to anyone when I need to use the bathroom. When I was staying at my aunts I tried to not go very often and would sit and chat and hold on for as long as I could.  I would never go during the night either incase I woke anyone so spent the week holding every day so many times! Their bathroom was off the kitchen and somehow if I did muster the courage to go I would inevitably meet my cousins in the kitchen or my aunt and they would want to chat! By the time I had got to the kitchen I was usually almost wetting myself and it was so difficult to remain social and decent while on the verge of wetting! I do recall dancing feverishly a couple of times and looking longingly at the bathroom so often. 
    I never gave my aunt my dirty washing that week as every pair of pants had wet patches that week! 
     
    Anyway, this particular night that week we had all sat in the kitchen having Sunday dinner. The sun was shining into the room making it warm and I remember drinking a few glasses of water with my meal. As was normal we had been to church together that morning and I was booked on the train home the next day. During dinner one of my cousins (three girls the oldest being about five years younger than me) mentioned that the youth group had a meeting on and suggested we all go since it was my last night with them. It sounded fun so about an hour after dinner my aunt gave us all a bottle of water each and some sweets and we ploughed into my uncles car to go to the youth event.
     
    The church was just twenty minutes drive away so I was expecting us to go there. I had not been in the car long when I felt a familiar tingle in my privates and realised I should have gone to the bathroom before we left. By the time we had been in the car about twenty five minutes so I was not at all worried assuming we would arrive any minute.
     
    The car kept driving.
     
    I foolishly drank som more water from the bottle as it was hot in the back of the car.  I was aware I needed the bathroom a bit but I was still fairly comfortable. I looked out the window and tried to enjoy the ride while I listened to my cousins chat to their dad. 
     
    Half an hour later and we were still driving! By now I had my kegs crossed and I was wondering where we were going! From what one of the girls was saying it seemed this was a joint churches thing and we were heading for another church out of town. Surely we had to be there soon? And surely there would be a toilet when we got there.
     
    Finally we pulled into a car park and my uncle turned off the engine. We had been in the  car an hour now and I had last used the bathroom over four hours previously and since then I had consumed a lot of liquid! I went to open the door but there was a child lock on and the others were not getting out anyway. I really wanted to ask where we were and if we were getting out. Mostly I wanted to ask if there was a toilet anywhere I could use but I was way too shy for that. 
     
    I should say this was before the days when mobile phones were standard though my uncle did seem to have one as they were pretty well off. We sat in the pitch black car park for ten minutes of more. I could see a building nearby but like everywhere else it too was in pitch darkness. If I had not been with relatives I would have been a bit scared to be honest. The only good thing about the darkness was I was able to hide my need to wee more. 
     
    I placed my hand between my crossed legs and shifted around in my seat. I could feel the need much stronger and I was certain if we went home I would never last the hours journey. There was no way I could wet myself though as I was staying with relatives for one thing, I would be far too embarrassed for another and my uncle would not be happy if I damaged his car. I needed a bathroom so bad though! It was getting harder to sit still! 
     
    Eventually my uncle decided to call someone. We had been in the car park over twenty minutes now and I was bursting for a pee and no idea where we were or when I would be able to go! 
     
    I could hear the person on the other end of the phone telling my uncle that he was in the wrong place but suggesting we go to their house for a while instead! I hoped so badly that they lived near by. I really really needed to find a bathroom and time was running out....
     
    My uncle switched off the phone and started the car up. I was so glad it was dark outside as I was able to have one hand wedged between my legs pushing against my vagina to try and hold my pee in. Despite having a seat belt on I kept moving around too. My cousins seemed engrossed in conversation with their dad talking about where we were now going and how they were excited etc. I was dearly wishing it would be close by and trying to figure out how I would get out the car dry when we got there. 
     
    I was so bursting I actually remember putting my hands inside my trousers and pants and stroking myself. I was so embarrassed but had my body facing the car window so no-one could see. I was practically dancing in my seat and my face was screwed up. My bladder was hurting and I was getting concerned. 
     
    Finally we pulled into the driveway of a very posh house. It turned out to be the church minister and his wife and they invited us all inside. My cousins were hugging them and so excited and I was standing there crossed legged hoping someone would say hello to me so I could ask quietly if I could use their bathroom please! While I stood there I felt a few drops leaking out of me and I had to suddenly shift position to try and stop myself peeing myself in a posh house in front of family and strangers. 
     
    They had set up this sort of snug/TV room for us all and laid on a bit of a spread with sandwiches, juice, cakes etc. We all got comfy and I found myself sitting at the end of the sofa closest to the ministers wife who was on a large arm chair knitting. They turned on a TV and put a movie on which I have no idea what it was as all I could think of was the fact I was about to wet myself! With all the chatter and the noise of the movie I muttered to myself ‘I need the toilet so bad’ but no-one seemed to hear! Why could I not just admit I was bursting to pee and ask to use their bathroom??
     
    Instead I sat back in the sofa and crossed my legs tightly. I was sat bolt upright and must have looked so uncomfortable. There was a small coffee table beside me and the ministers wife reminded me politely that I had a glass of juice and snacks I could have. Just looking at the glass of juice was making me so nervous. I picked up a sandwich and politely ate it though all I wanted really was a bathroom break. My bladder was aching now as I had been holding for almost two hours and not been to the bathroom for over five hours. I shifted about and tightened my muscles all I could. I even slipped my head between my crossed legged desperately longing to finger myself as the closer I got to wetting myself the more turned on I got! 
     
    The noise settled as everyone else finally started to watch the movie. I tried watching it but I could not focus on anything other than the fact I was about to burst! 
     
    I took a deep breath and said really quietly 
     
    ‘Excuse me please, could I use your bathroom.’ 
     
    Unfortunately right at that moment the movie had a loud part which completely drowned out my whisper and no-one responded. I could feel the tears behind my eyes as my urethra was pounding so hard against my vagina, my pussy lips were swollen beyond belief, my clit was rock hard and I was so wet and open. For a second I froze as a spurt leaked out just as my urethra pushed down for the millionth time that night. 
     
    I could not take this a second longer. I swallowed hard, put my head down to avoid eye contact and almost cried out, 
     
    ‘Please please could I use your bathroom. It’s quite urgent’ 
     
    And right at that point I stood up as another drip leaked....
     
    As I stood there, vulnerable, dripping and blushing I could feel my entire body shaking. I had reached the point of no return and if I was delayed more than a minute longer I would flood the room with hot steamy fluid! 
     
    Without so much as lifting her eyes from her knitting the ministers wife said ‘of course! Up the stairs, third on the right.’
     
    What? In a property the size of this and they had no downstairs loo? How was I ever going to make it upstairs? My urethra was pushing against my wet pants now so fast it was like a steam train about to crash. I HAD to pee. I HAD to. 
     
    I jammed both hands instinctively between my legs, put my head down in utter embarrassment and bent over. Now to find this heavenly longed for place when I could relax, open myself up fully and explode like a waterfall at the edge of a cliff. My hands could feel my trousers were already damp now and I needed every ounce of energy I had to keep myself from just surrendering to my own body, allowing it the precious release it needed and relaxing into the inevitable. I knocked the room door closed with the back of my foot, leaned against the old Victorian hallway and fell back against the wall. 
     
    Here was I, in my late teens, an everyday girl with shoulder length dark brown hair, navy trousers, a flowery cream and navy blouse on, deep brown eyes and breasts that only just jutted out more than my overfilled and bursting bladder. My eyes filled with tears as my knees bent and my back fell against the cold wall as I grasped myself between my legs for dear life. Finally I could undo the top of my trousers as I tried to stop myself from the inevitable, bursting open for all to see and hear! 
     
    I slid one hand inside my trousers, inside my wet and warm pants and grabbed my pee hole with my fingers for all I was worth. How had I got to this state? Why was I simply unable to ask to go earlier? Now I had taken myself to a totally extreme situation where not only was I about to wet my clothes but I was also so incredibly close to having a sexually public experience in the hallway of a ministers house! What was I thinking? 
     
    I saw the stairs and made a run for it...well running with open trousers, wet pants, a body bent over, a bladder sloshing about and a finger inside your leaking pussy is a site to behold I can tell you! With my free hand I held onto the railing and willed myself to hold another second...and another...and another...
     
    The tears dropped from my eyes in sequence with drops from my urethra onto my hand. I was beyond bursting and if anyone saw me I knew I would just let go. My heart was pounding, my skin sweating, my vagina screaming. Each step up those stairs was both painful and orgasmic as each drop ran down my inside  leg causing electric shocks right through me! The third door seemed like an absolute eternity away. 
     
    I was past being dignified. I was past holding back now. As I reached the light coloured carpeted landing I kicked my trousers off then and there. (My shoes had been removed when I came in so I only had my socks on). It didn’t even cross my mind how I would manage to come back for them or what if they were found. This was an emergency and I could not have them getting any wetter. The gusset of my flowery cotton pants was so wet and warm so as I continued to struggle on I used my spare hand to pull them down too. 
     
    So here I am staggering along a hallway naked from the waist down in someone’s house with hot sexy pee running out of me despite all I could do to prevent it! One drip on the carpet. And another. Where was this door? Where was the bathroom I so desperately, longingly yearned for? Finally I came to the third door, pushed it open, and tore my hand away as I ran dripping and panting for the toilet. I turned and tried sitting down just milliseconds before a torrent of hot streaming release escaped me. It was  pouring out of me so fast before I even had time to rest my bottom on the seat. I was shaking, crying and laughing all at the same time! I rested my bum cheeks on the cold plastic seat and finally relaxed as hours and hours of build up finally took its toll on my whole body. My head tipped back, my eyes closed and my mind taken to a place of utter relaxation and peace finally. This was a needed pee. This was a never needing climax that was heavenly indeed. The speed at which my body released that day was second to none. The amount of liquid, the intensity and the feelings of total release have yet to be repeated. 
     
    I could not control what was happening to me. The bathroom door was wide open, I could be watched, heard or touched by anyone and I could not have cared. I was in another realm altogether, in another world, where all that mattered was getting this climax, this release. 
     
    For all I could not say a word earlier about my need to pee all of a sudden here in the bathroom, alone, naked from the waist down with my discarded damp clothing in the hallway outside, I could not keep quiet. 
     
    ‘Ah, ah, ah’ 
     
    ‘Oh, oh, oh’
     
    ‘This...is....heaven’ I screamed as my entire body pulsated with release, passion and ecstasy. 
     
    The urine kept on coming in waves, mixed with so much mucus that ran out of me uncontrollably. 
     
    Time stood still as my body reached its ultimate high.
     
    Then I sat there, suddenly aware that this went beyond peeing. Suddenly aware the door was open, I was half naked, exposed, spent and fulfilled in every sense of the word. 
     
    It took over a minute before I was able to regain any sort of composure. 
     
    I wiped my tired running pussy with paper. It sent more shivers throughout my body but I couldn’t go there again. I was exhausted but oh oh so happy. The tears in my eyes now were those of pure delight, happiness and peace. Whatever had just happened to me was something incredibly special, wonderful, heavenly. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands and yawned. 
     
    I was spent. Fully and utterly.
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    Saltie reacted to Harwoodd in Desperate girlfriend after the Moomba festival   
    So I suppose I should start be saying that I have been with my partner Jess for 7 years. In these 7 years I have seen her in desperate need of a toilet on two occasion.  I had always assumed that seeing her desperately need to pee would stir within me feelings of worry,  after all we are very close and I always thought that I would not be turned on by her desperate need, rather that I would want to get her to a bathroom asap so as to extinguish her pain and embarrassment at needing the bathroom desperately in a public place.
          The one time (before the story I really want to tell) that I had seen her really desperate was on a trip from the Moomba festival to Richmond station and the subsequent train ride from richmond to Frankston. It is a trip I could never forget.
      The toilet lines at the Moomba festival were ridiculous. We spent a few hours at the festival, going on rides, eating bad food, drinking overpriced drinks, losing money on carnival games, the usual really. It was a hot Melbourne day and we had both been drinking fairly heavily. I had been to the bathroom once in the few hours we'd been there, but every female toilet we stopped past had lines far longer than normal. 
         Jess and I had only been together around 4 months and she was obviously very shy about letting me know she was in need of a toilet. We were making to leave and I headed for the toilets. She jumped into a massive line for the ladies saying it would probably be a good idea for her to go as well. To this point, she hadn’t been since leaving her house about 5 hours ago. In that time she had had a large coffee, half a bottle of coke and a full bottle of water which she had only just finished. I had had the same and I needed to go pretty bad and I had been to the bathrooms already where she had not.
           I went to the mens room and returned to her a few mins later. She had moved about one foot closer to the toilet.  She had her legs crossed and her hands in her jean pockets when I saw her but upon seeing me uncrossed her legs and put her hands back to her side awkwardly.  
    'Could be a while' she said 'Might be better just to walk to the station and go to the toilets there'
    'Sure, if you think you can make it' I said fishing for an idea of just how bad she had to go.
    Like I said, I knew her well enough to know she was too shy to let on if she really was desperate if there was no need too, but I thought I'd try anyway. To my surprise though she bent around and looked at the long line in front of her. She bit her lip and said in an unconvincing tone 'I think I'll be fine, lets hurry though'
          We made our way to the exits and on to punt road. She did not say anymore about having to pee but she was definitely not her normal bubbly self. I wasn't sure if I was seeing things when they weren't there but I was definitely excited about the prospect of her being desperate for the toilet.
          We made it to Richmond station in just under half an hour. The time board above the entrance to the station said that the next train to Frankston was 4 mins away.  After that there were no trains for 30 mins.
    'Quick' I said 'you go pee, I'll see you on the platform. I'll hold it up if I have too’.
     She disappeared around the corner as I headed for the platform. 
          I was walking up the ramp when I heard someone from behind me call out my name. I turned to see Jess walking up the platform. My first thought was that we were going to have to wait for the train after the one that was just about to pull into the station. My next thought though was that she had definitely not had time to pee.
    'What happened' I asked
    'Their closed for cleaning' she whispered, almost in disbelief. 
    ‘Did they say till when’ I said
    ‘Doors closed, there’s just a sign saying closed for cleaning’. 
    She definitely looked a little bit stressed. She had her hands in her jeans pockets (which like most girls jeans were far too tight for hands to be able to get in the pockets) and she was ever so slightly swaying from foot to foot.
         Behind me the train had begun to approach the platform. 
    'What do you want to do' I asked
    'I don't know' she said 'I’d prefer to pee before we got on the train, I need to go pretty bad' she said curtsying a bit.  
    I will admit that my heart almost missed a beat. This shy beautiful girl had just admitted to me that she had to pee. Not just have to go but go pretty bad. This on top of the fact that she couldn't immediately get to the toilet was almost enough to make me melt. I decided to take a gamble. The fact that she had followed me instead of staying at the closed toilet until it opened said to me that she really wasn't sure of what to do. As bad as it is to say I wanted to prolong her desperation. I was so incredibly excited at this point that I could barely handle it. 
    'It's probably better to get on the train. It's an express’ I said pointing to the train board at the top of the ramp. ‘We'll be at Frankston in forty mins and you can go there' this was true.
    'Im not sure I can hold it that long. If it wasn't an express then at least I could get off at a station with a toilet' she whispered to me.
    'You don't know how long it's going to take them to finish cleaning the toilet. Could be an hour' I said with my last roll of the dice.
         Behind us the train had stopped at the platform and people began getting on and off the carriages.
    'What do you want to do' I asked
    'I want to pee' she said with a mock whimpering sound 'I don't know, what do you think'
    I looked at the train and then back to her 'I think we should catch the train'    
    She bit her lip and looked towards the train. 'Ok' she said 'let's go'      
        I was gobsmacked. This I had not expected. As we got on the train realization hit. If Jess did really need to pee pretty bad then the decision she had just made was to spend the next forty plus minutes stuck on a train that would not be stopping until it reached our destination close to an hour away.
        I don’t think i would ever put myself in that position. The thought of already being desperate to pee and putting myself in a situation were I was nearly an hour away from a toilet with no way to duck down an alley or behind a bush was crazy to me. Which got me to thinking that surely she was not in as bad shape as I thought. Maybe I was just hoping she was desperate. the train didn't immediately pull away from the station. Instead we sat there as five mins rolled passed, then ten. She hadn’t said anymore about needing the bathroom.  I thought she was fidgeting but I did have my doubts about her being desperate. My doubts were eased when at the fifteen minute mark of us sitting on the stationary train Jess looked at me and said 'I'm not sure I can do this, do you mind if we get off'.  She didn't  really wait for a response, instead she got up and headed towards the door. I made to follow her but just as I did the doors closed. Jess half ran and grabbed the door handle and tried to open the sliding door but it wouldn't budge.
        The train began to pull away from the station. Jess looked my way with real horror in her eyes. I shrugged to her, giving her a look of concern I guess I didn’t have to fully fake, and sat back down. She made her way back to me and sat down opposite me in the booth. The train wasn't overly packed but there were enough people on it for our conversations to not be private. She looked at me and said 'Oh crap. Is there any chance this train isn't an express'
    I looked up at the led display at the end of the carriage. It read 'Express to Frankston'.
    'Not according to that' I said. 'Do you think you can make it'. I was hoping she would say maybe, or it's going to be close, but all she said was 'Yeah I'll be fine. I'll just have to cross my legs I guess'.
    I guess I was deflated. It was in the way she said 'Yeah'. It was too confident. It's not that I wanted her to pee her jeans or anything like that. I'm a fan of desperation, not wetting, strange I know. But if she was so confident then the trip might not bear any fruit at all. I did want to see her desperate but I was starting to think that may not happen on this particular trip. 
        On the other hand, she was absurdly shy. To that point I'd not actually seen her naked, not top nor bottom, I’d never heard her mention needing to use the bathroom, hell, she would turn beet red if i saw a photo of her when she was younger. I knew she wouldn't blurt out things like 'I'm about to wet myself' or 'I have to pee so bad I can taste it' but I was definitely hoping for something.  So I guess I wasn't sure if she was actually not having to go that bad, or whether she was hiding the fact that her bladder was very full, or for that matter, somewhere in between. I decided I'd not press the issue and instead let her bring it up if she needed to. 
         If she was desperate then she was in a very tight situation. This wasn't a car she could pull over if she was about to wet herself, this was a trip with a designated start and finish point with no stops at all. If she was desperate and forty minutes was to long, then she would wet herself simple as that as far as I could see it.
         We were silent for a time as the train pulled away from the station, we started picking up speed but not the speed you would usually expect from an express service. I didn't know what to say. Also I didn't want to butt in on her if she was about to admit her need was greater than she was letting on. I thought back to the train station twenty minutes back. She'd said that she had to pee pretty bad. It was the first time I'd ever heard her say it but she had definitely said it. But only minutes ago she had said she was fine. I knew one more thing, with all she had drunk her bladder would no doubt still be filling. A large coffee, half a 600ml bottle of coke and a full 600ml bottle of water. That was a lot of liquid.
          The silence lasted about another minute or two until we passed the first station on our trip. South Yarra station. I knew there were toilets at this station. Not all stations had them along the Frankston line. Some had toilets but they were always locked. All in all I would say there were probably 4 out of the 20 stations with toilets and two of the 4 might actually be open.
    I saw a little wince cross her face as we went passes. I assumed she had been hoping that the train  was going to stop and she could use the toilet there.
    'I haven't been to South Yarra station for ages, they used to have the best potato cakes' I said. 
    She laughed a little but she was definitely not her bubbly self.
    'I can safely say I have never had a potato cake from a train station tuck shop' she looked out the window then without looking back to me added 'dim sims plenty of times but you know, i’m only human'
         We settled into a steady stream of conversation about nothing of any importance. I didn't ask her if she was ok or if she needed to pee or anything like that. I didn't need too.  About ten minutes into our trip she began to show definite signs that she was struggling. She had crossed her legs and was beginning to squeeze her thighs together whilst leaning forward a touch. Her hands were together in her lap and her knuckles were white, she was bouncing a bit as well.
        To an outsider nothing might seem a miss but I was aware of the situation.  I also had the advantage of having spent a fair bit of time with her of late and instantly knew that the way she was sitting was very very unnatural for her. There was no doubt about in now. Although she had said nothing about her need she was showing all the signs of someone trying desperately to not wet themselves. I was actually finding it hard to breath. I had never been in a situation like this before. Sure I'd overheard people on the train say they needed to pee or some such. That though was always fleeting. They would always get off the train and that was the end of it. This though was my first real time around a desperate woman who was at the very least half an hour from relief. I started to realize that we were going far too slow. this happened all the time to me on the Frankston line and at times the train would come to a complete halt in-between stations fir no apparent reason. I felt my earlier estimation of a 40 mins slowly creeping upwards.
          I looked at her and saw her shudder. It wasn't cold at all so I assumed this was a wave of desperation hitting. She lent forward a touch more and pressed her hands into her lap. She looked at me and said 'How much longer do you think until we're at Frankston’. 
    I knew that she knew that we still had at least 30 mins left. What was obviously making things worse was that the train didn't seem to be going as fast as a regular express, if we kept this speed it could easily turn into an hour.
    'The way things are going I would say about 40 minutes still.  
    She rolled her eyes. She was definitely not the same happy bubbly girl of an hour ago.
    'Why are we going so slow. Do you think we might be stopping after all'
    I wanted too tell her it was more likely that we might have been catching the train ahead of us, but I thought better of it.
     'Maybe' I said 'They do mess up a lot of the time at telling you what train is what'
        She looked out the window as another station passed by. We had been on the train for no more than twenty five minutes and were around 6 or 7 stations from the half way point when a pained look crossed her face. She squeezed her crossed legs together even harder and did something I'd never seen anyone do before by double crossing her legs. She was bitting her lip and very subtly rocking back and forth. 
    'Are you okay' I asked quickly.
    Her eyes met mine and I could see the worry in them. 'I would really like to get to a toilet soon' she said. 'I can't remember the last time I had to go this bad'
    I reached forward and put my hand on her knee. 'Are you going to be ok, sorry to say this but I don't think we're stopping and we are probably half an hour away from Frankston going this speed, are you going to be able to make it'
    'My god this is so embarrassing but I really don't know. I'm really really desperate' she whispered. We were of course whispering but I'm sure that other passengers would have been able to hear what we were saying.
    'What can I do' I asked stupidly, not really knowing what to say. 
    'Pull the emergency stop' she said jokingly leaning back and wriggling around a bit. Now that she had admitted her need she was definitely fidgeting a lot more. She was crossing then uncrossing her legs and swaying them back and forth. I knew she was doing her very best to be discreet but she had obviously reached the point where movement was really the only thing that could stop her from having an accident. She had not held herself yet but I was sure that would come if it had to. I knew that it is a complete and utter last resort to hold oneself in public and I wondered if it would get to that. 
         For what ever reason the train slowed to a crawl and seemed to be coming to a stop.
    'Whats happening, do you think we are stopping at the next station' she asked.
    'I’m not sure. I don't think the next station has a toilet'
    'Oh I don't care right now. I'll knock on someone's door and ask to use their bathroom if I have too' she accentuate this by jiggling her legs about and leaning forward. The train stopped and time began to pass. Five mins later we began to move again though at a very slow speed. We had been on the train for around half an hour at this point.
           At this time I noticed the man sitting in the booth behind Jess put his paper away. He rose and walked back towards us and towards the station map on the wall near the doors. I did not miss him checking Jess out as he walked passed, I wasn’t sure if he was trying to look down her singlet top or what but he definitely checked her out. He stayed at the map for some time until finally he came back but instead of heading towards his original seat behind jess, he sat on the edge seat in the booth on the other side of the isle from us. I wondered briefly if this was to have a front row seat to my girlfriends now quite obvious seated pee pee dance. Regardless of whether that was his plan or not, he was in a great position to witness some of the best desperation I had ever seen.
        Although part of me was deeply worried for Jessica,  the fact that there was this beautiful 19 year old, dangerously shy woman in front of me fidgeting more and more with each passing minute was absurdly exciting to me. The fact that she was borderline laughing at herself and her situation helped as well. I've seen videos of people getting very angry in this situation but Jess was definitely not like that.
         Stations went passed but the train was simply not going the speed it should have been , in fact it seemed to be slowing down again. I guessed we were behind where a standard ‘stops all stations’ train would be. Great for me but terrible for Jess.
         She had her legs crossed and was bouncing the top leg up and down, her eyes were locked on mine. 'This is so embarrassing' she said through gritted teeth 'It's getting really hard to hold it' she had both hands in her lap and was pressing them down into her crotch. She saw my eyes wondering down there and quickly moved them away. 'I'm sorry' she said as she pushed her but off the seat with her hands. Her legs were still crossed when she did this and the look on her face was one of utter desperation.  It is an image I'll remember till the day I die. She took a deep breath in and looked out the window. She sat back down but was moving more now that her hands were not near her lap. She let out an exasperated fake cry and her fidgeting increased.
        We slowly passed a few more stations with Jess bouncing around like a kid with far too much sugar running through their veins. I was sure there was still liquid making it’s way to her bladder considering how much she had drunk and how long it had been since she had been to the bathroom. I was really beginning to wondering what she was going to do. It was beginning to look like she wasn’t going to make it at all. I had never seen anyone as desperate as her at this point,  she simply couldn’t sit still. We still had at least twenty mins till Frankston more in fact as the train was crawling. I was going off how long we were off had the train been going full speed. We were far behind that. In essence it was as if we had only just left Richmond station. At one point the train went at walking speed for like ten minutes.  We had now been on the train for around 45 mins and we weren’t even half way. I guessed that she had been fairly desperate for about two hours.
        ‘Oh my god’ she mouthed to me and her hand shot to her bladder. 
    ‘Are you ok’ I said
    ‘I don’t think I can make it to Frankston’.  A pained look crossed her face once more and in a flash her hand moved from her bladder to between her legs which she tightly crossed over it. She then looked up to the roof of the train ‘Oh god, come on train’
         She looked back at me with tears in her eyes, one hand holding her crotch and sweet building up on her fore head. ‘I’m going to wet myself if we don’t get there soon’ she said in resignation. It was a strange situation to be in. I don't know if anyone reading this has actually been in a real desperation situation but it is surreal.  I know I keep saying this but I had never been this close to anyone who was this close to peeing themselves, not male nor female. Jess was so shy that her admitting this to me could only mean she was in real real trouble. This was a real desperation scene. this was not a drunk girl stuck on a train. This was a devastatingly shy beautiful girl who due to unforeseen circumstances was stuck on a train, so desperate to pee that she couldn't sit still for a second and was actually holding herself in public. I couldn't believe it. She was actually holding her crotch with people close enough to touch her.
          I looked around to the back of the carriage. Between every carriage was a small outside space where you could cross from carriage to carriage. I had seen it used by men to pee but mostly by people who couldn't seem to hold off until the end of the trip to have a smoke.
    'Do you want to go there'. I thought she would flat out refuse. It obviously wasn't a nice thought, made all the worse that there were a group of kids about our age sitting right at the seats near the door. She would have to stand, something I wasn't sure she would be able to do, walk the half length of the carriage past them to the little outside area and expose herself where many could see so she could pee a very full bladders worth off a moving train. I knew there was no way she would do that but at this point the alternative seemed to me to be wet herself in public with strangers who were already watching less than a couple of meters away.
         She looked at me with pleading eyes.
    'I don't know' she said 'I'm seriously going to wet my pants. I can't believe this is happening'. She was trying to stay quiet but she really didn't have too. All her moving around had given her away a long time ago and most of the carriage no doubt new she was bursting. If anyone near by was in to desperation they were having a field day. 
    'I have never needed to pee this bad. This is so embarrassing. What am I going to do' she was now holding herself with both hands, pulling up on her crotch so hard I was worried she was going to do herself some damage. She fake cried again but I knew she was getting close to actually being in tears. We had now been on the train for close to an hour.
        'It hurts so bad' she said as what could only be a mega wave took her and she did everything in her power to stop from wetting her jeans. I began to feel sorry for her. I started to think that if she did wet herself then we would have to walk through Frankston back to our car with her in completely pee soaked jeans. Frankston is a complete dive in my opinion and she was definitely not going to be welcomed with sympathetic looks.
    'Do you think you can hold it for 20 minutes' I said knowing full well that it was more like half an hour.  It had been about 7 hours since she had last been to the toilet and had consumed a lot of liquid
    'I don't think so' she said moving uncontrollably.
    'Then lets go down there, I'll ask those guys to move'
    She shot a look towards the group and again did her fake crying thing.
    'I don't even think I can stand. I'll wet myself as soon as I do. And what if they don't move' she was moving around more than ever. both hands still buried in her crotch. I stole a glance at the guy in the opposite both. He was loving this I thought.  Not only was he so close to a beautiful woman about to pee her pants, but every time Jess lent froward he had an almost perfect view down her singlet top. Hell, I was seeing more of her than I ever had. He saw me looking at him and scoffed. 
    'Bout time they got some toilets on this train' he said with concern in his voice.
    'I am so sorry about this' Jess said to him. 'The toilets were closed at Richmond.  This is so embarrassing'
    'Your right love' he shot back 'Just do what you gotta to do to hold it in, happens to the best of us'
        We passed a few more stations, still going far to slow and then once again came to a stop.
    'I'm going to wet myself' said Jess 'I don't think I can hold it anymore' she was in a complete panic. She raised her but off the seat, still with one hand buried between her crossed legs, and bent forward towards me. I could see completely down her top and I new others could also.
    'Oh my god' she said whilst bouncing up and down. I was sure that she had almost every eye on her at this point. She was grinding her but in to the seat one minute, then raising it of the seat the next. She was breathing deep and heavy, kind of like those birthing videos you see. The train once again started up and began to crawl forward.
    ‘This isn’t fair’ she said uncrossing then quickly crossing her legs once more. For the first time since getting on the train she began to look at others on the train. It was as if she was starting to believe that she was really going to wet her pants and was starting to worry about the people seated around us and just how very close they were. There was no escaping the situation though.
        'Oh shit, I'm going to piss myself. We have to go down there' she said, nodding to the gap between carriages. 
    'Are you sure' I said.
    'Yes' she said following by a sharp intake of breath. 'Oh fucking hell, this isn’t happening' it was the first time I'd heard her swear. 
    'Do you want a hand getting rid of them' said the man in the booth. 
    'Should be fine' I said back.
    We were just about to move when an announcement came over the loud speaker.
    'Good evening ladies and gentlemen. hope you're enjoying your trip today. Apologies for out lack of speed on today's service, we unfortunately caught up to the service ahead of us and had to maintain a lower speed due to this. We've decided that instead of maintaining this speed we will be stopping at an upcoming station for a couple of minutes.  The train doors will be opened for any who choose to use the facilities and just a reminder that smoking is not permitted in undercover areas of the train station. An announcement will proceed our departure. Once again sorry for an inconvenience and we hope you enjoy your trip on yarra trains'
         I looked at jess. At first I wasn't sure if she'd heard the announcement but finally she sat down.
    'Are you ok, do you think you can make it'
    'I don't know' she said in haste feverishly shaking her head 'Just tell me when where there' she was in what looked to me to be a complete state of concentration. She had both hands jammed between her legs, rocking back and forth, breathing deep and muttering to herself 'Come on come on come on'. She was sweating something chronic.  It was pouring from her fore head, down her shoulders and chest and between her breasts. Another station went passed, not the station we were stopping at. Jess had begun to bounce and whimper.  'Fuck' she said and began to shake her head. 'This can't actually be happening' she had stopped looking up at me. A complete picture of concentration. 
    'Oh god' she she said all of a sudden and stood up looking at me with tears in her eyes. 'I'm going to wet my pants. PLEASE god hurry up' she pleaded and began to shuffle to the middle of the isle. There she stopped and bent over and began to bob a little. 'fuck' she said in a whisper yet load enough that I heard it. Then the train began to slow. She looked at me in something I can only describe as alarm. 
    'Whats happening' she said 'Is this the station we're stopping at'
    'I think so. Keep holding on, your almost there'
    'I'm going to burst any second. I'm seriously going to pee myself.'
         As if the news that she was nearer to relief than she thought had given her one more ounce of strength,  she started to walk for the doors. Both her hands were holding her crotch and I was pretty sure that despite the embarrassment, she couldn't take them away for a second without completely flooding her pants. Most people were watching her now but I doubted she cared. We made it to the door and she began the greatest pee dance I have ever seen. She had both hands jammed between her legs, one minute her legs were crossed the next she was pacing on the spot looking up to the roof of the train muttering 'come on please god hurry up hurry up hurry up’. Like I said I had never been this close to anyone as desperate as her and I was feeling light headed.
    'come on come on' she continued then squealed and mock cried. 'What station is it' she panted ' do you know if they even have a toilet'
    'I'm not sure' I said in all honesty. I'd completely lost a grip on where we were.
    'Anywhere' she said 'I don't even care anymore. I’ll pee in a bush I just don’t care'
    The train started to pull in to the station. Jess had one hand on the door handle, already trying to open it, the other holding herself for dear life.
          'Come on come on, oh god I'm gonna pee myself' 
    She was marching on the spot, almost running. We were at the very front of the train and as we passed the main building I said 'There, toilets in there'
    'Oh god' she said bending almost to the floor. 'Just stop for god sakes please just stop. finally we did stop and jess desperately pulled on the door handle.
    'Come on come on' she said and finally they opened. The toilets were all the way down the other end of the platform and jess made for them as fast as she could. She still had one hand gripping her crotch and as other people got off the train and saw her waddle passed they stopped and stared. We weren't moving fast but finally we saw the toilets. 
        'I have no idea how I'm going to get my pants down without wetting myself' there were tears running down her face at this point.
    I didn't want to tell her that I was almost certain the doors would be locked and she might have bigger problems to deal with. but she was in luck. we got to the toilets and she turned the handle and the door swung open.
    'Oh my god' she said as she ran in. The door closed behind her. I waited outside for what must have been minutes.  An announcement went over the speaker saying the train would be leaving in two minutes. Finally the door opened and Jess came out looking sheepish and exhausted. 
    She looked at me with a fake sad look on her face and walked straight into my embrace.
    'I can't believe that just happened' she said ' That was so embarrassing'
    'Could have been worse. Could have had to go all the way to Frankston'
    'There is no way I would have made it. I'd have wet myself for sure. I can't believe I had to pee so bad. In front of all those people my god that is so embarrassing. I can't go near that carriage again'
          We made our way onto a different carriage just as the train was leaving. By the time we were one stop from Frankston she was pretty desperate again, but nothing compared to before. She went to the toilets at Frankston station and I had to pull into a gas station on the car trip home only to find they didn't have a bathroom so instead drove her back to her house while she fidgeted madly in the passenger seat. We made it to her house and she kissed me and apologized and said she was about to wet herself and quickly ran inside. I stayed long enough to watcher her desperate dance at the front door as she fumble with her keys and finally ran inside.
          It was one of the hottest experiences I've ever been witness too. I didn't think I would ever see anything like it again an that was fine because honestly how could you top that. well, five years later I would find out just how something like that could be topped. thats a story for another time though....
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    Saltie got a reaction from Roxanne in The Great American Peeclipse   
    I'm not dead, I've just been busy with real life, is all. So, at last, here is the conclusion to my experience last year. 
    Part Three
    Day Three
     
    I awoke at roughly 6 AM, not having gotten much sleep. But sleep was the least of my concerns at the moment. Like the kid on Christmas morning who is waiting for their parents to get up, I climbed out of my car, with my third pair of clothes in hand. I walked into the bathroom, used the diaper I was wearing on the spot just because I could, changed out of that and my old clothes, and into my new ones. Afterwards, I went back to my car, ate breakfast, before rearranging my things for my trip home. Then I got my viewing position setup. The conditions were perfect. There was hardly any clouds in the sky, and just a slight dust haze on the horizon. I pulled out a camping chair, got my tripod/selfie stick abomination out, and clamped my phone into it. Then I plugged the shutter… stick button into the audio jack, clamped the zoom lens onto the camera face, and taped my makeshift solar filter onto the front of the lens, before pointing it directly at the sun.
     
    Not bad, I thought. Looking at the sun through the phone display (hard to do without looking at the sun, truthfully), I felt that this obviously wasn’t going to melt a hole in my phone. I fiddled with the exposure, trying to get it to remain exactly the same, but being unable to quite figure out how to do that, settled for just winging it as the eclipse went on. Then I got my pair of eclipse glasses, and set them on my head, ready to put over my eyes as soon as it started. I turned my car’s radio on, to listen to any news about the eclipse, and waited. I got out some snacks, and munched on those, until, taking a 5th peek at the sun with my eclipse glasses, I saw it. The moon was beginning to move into the sun’s disc. This was it! I was quite excited, like a kid about to open Christmas presents.
     
    I began taking several pictures. Amateur that I was, I was lousy at tracking the sun’s movement. “This is insane”, I thought. “Here I am, taking pictures of the sun, using a phone with a cheap zoom lens attached to it, with the phone attached to part of a Selfie stick, attached to a tripod.” This was literally the most jerry-rigged setup I had ever come up with, and it was awesomely amateurish. But hey, it’s what I could afford at the time. As time moved on, I noticed it wasn’t getting all that much darker at first. It wasn’t until about 30 minutes in, 45 minutes before totality, that I really started to notice changes. The sky started to darken perceptibly, but in a bit of an unusual way. The center of the sky was still bright, but the horizon, all around, started to darken. It also began to cool down. So much so that 45 minutes in, I had to put on a jacket.
     
    This was incredible, I thought. Absolutely incredible. I had never seen anything quite like this before. 20 minutes to go, and the sky was definitely starting to darken, and it really was getting quite cold, but the air was completely still. 10 minutes left, and the horizon started turning an utterly gorgeous shade of purple as it got darker and darker with every passing second. The small crowd around me was talkative, animated. I was too immersed in my own excitement to remember what they were saying. As the final minutes ticked by, the entire rest of the sky, except for just around the sun and moon, were turning purple and blue. The horizon was turning orange, oddly enough. I took quick, split-second peeks of the sun without my eclipse glasses (Just because I survived with my sight perfectly intact doesn't mean you should try that at home, kids). The sun was now almost a sliver in front of my eclipse glasses. I re-positioned my camera to take pictures of totality. 
     
    Then the diamond-ring effect came. But mere seconds before, I could distinctly hear the roaring sound of what seemed to be thousands of people cheering… from what I was certain was a larger city over ten miles away. Then I took off my eclipse glasses, and flipped the filter off my camera lens, as the diamond ring effect disappeared, along with everything but the Sun’s Corona. “Oh... my... fucking... God...” were the only words to escape my lips, as I witnessed what was, without a doubt, the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my entire life. I felt the presence of God himself, probably telling me to stop cursing in his name, and that I’d be going to Hell now, but it was easily a spiritual feeling for sure. I stood there, frozen, unable to look away. Then I shook myself free from the awe, as I remembered “Hey, you idiot. Take a picture!”

     
    Pictures, as it became very, very plain and clear to me this day, will never, ever capture the full effect of a solar eclipse. The sun was dark, the sky immediately around it also dark, but everything beyond was surrounded by a breathtaking purple-orange glow. I wanted to piss myself just from the beauty of it all. And then, as suddenly as it came, the diamond ring effect appeared on the other side of the sun. I was shaking all over, panting as if I had just sprinted across a football field. I could hardly contain myself from shouting out from the excitement of what had just happened. I wanted to hug someone, but all there was were random strangers. I was the happiest man in the world right now. Every day before and after would pale in comparison to this. Nothing could ever top this. Nothing.
     
    I remained in the parking lot, while most everyone else proceeded to clear out, to watch the remainder of the eclipse, as the moon moved out of the sun’s disc, as I packed up some things, like my chair, my tri-selfie-stick-pod, while continuing to watch the moon’s progress, until an hour and 15 minutes later, it moved out of the sun’s disc entirely. It was over. Time to go home. Ah, but first, time to prepare. I started drinking my water. Then, I discretely grabbed my bag full of... one last diaper, and went into the building with the restrooms. Only now did I notice that there was a restroom with a locking door. Oh cool, privacy! I went in, took one of my adult overnight diapers, and a Goodnites Trufit refill pad out. I put the pad in the pullup as a booster. I put it on, wrapped my jacket around me, because anyone who bothered to look in my general direction would know what I was wearing under my jeans, and got into my car.
     
    I got a gallon jug of water out of my cooler, and secured it in the passenger seat, so that I could refill my drinking bottle whenever I pleased. I downed what was left in the bottle in my cup-holder in one go, and refilled it. Then I put on my usual playlist, and began my trip home. I set my GPS to take the same highways I took to drive into the town. It didn’t take very long to find a nice, long line of cars in a virtual stand-still. After spending 20 minutes in this line, I turned onto another highway as directed by my GPS, which took a nice, winding road through a field, with no traffic at all. It was a nice, leisurely drive, as I made my way to the main highway that I intended to take.
     
    Eventually, I approached the aforementioned large city, an interstate junction, and a gas station… and the scene was crazy. The entire two-lane road going in the direction away from the eclipse was backed up farther than the eye could see. The other side of the road, heading towards, was almost completely bare. Meanwhile, the interstate was in a very similar state, except now there were three lanes totally backed up instead of two. I had heard rumors of there being porta potties along the interstate. “Well, that won’t be any fun, will it?” I said to myself, and resolved to take the highway ahead instead. I maneuvered my way into the completely packed gas station, and topped my car off, and did another fluid/tire check. Then I went in, and got in line for the bathroom. Sadly nobody was showing outward signs of desperation, as I waited my turn, and went in. I used this break to fully evacuate myself before heading out into the abyss of cars that lie ahead. I got back into my car afterwards, took the jacket off from around myself, and then proceeded to sit there waiting for an opportunity to turn back into the highway, which came about 2 minutes later.
     
    And so, the snail’s crawl home began. But I wasn’t content with sitting there the entire time either. I took some side streets to bypass large chunks of traffic for a miles or two, rejoined, took another side street, using my GPS to make sure I wasn’t going to hit a dead end. I also continued to drink, downing another bottle of water, and refilling it when I was stopped. Then I rejoined the highway to travel further than the city, no more side streets to divert myself down. As my um… “drinking and driving” continued (this was pure, filtered water, don’t be thinking of me in that light), I blasted my playlist out of my windows. Anyone unlucky enough to be within earshot got earfuls of the most obvious Japanese anime songs in existence. And soon enough, I began to feel my bladder fill. This was going to be an experiment. I was in a thick diaper, but not anywhere near a bathroom. Would my bladder protest being filled unjustly, or would it behave itself because I was wholly unaccustomed to peeing in the driver’s seat, in public?
     
    *First hold/bout of desperation*
     
    The minutes ticked by. I drank more water, refilled my bottle, drank more, refilled, until about a third of the gallon was gone, being consumed in about an hour after starting from the eclipse viewing location. So approximately 20 minutes had gone by since I left that gas station, and I was at a 3/10 on the desperation scale. I had traveled only a few miles since then, approximately 5 miles or so. Now the traffic was stop and go slow. Stop for 2 minutes and go 10 MPH for 2 minutes. Over and over again. There must be a traffic light ahead, I thought. 10 minutes later, I took another big drink. As I reached a 4/10, I shifted in my seat a little bit to get more comfortable. Continuing to crawl along, I noted a distinct lack of bathrooms, save for a single store on the side of the road that I passed 10 minutes later, with a line coming out of it. I began to debate with my own bladder on whether I should stop or not… for about a tenth of a second, as it mildly reminded me that it was filling, but I immediately looked away. “No bathroom for you!”
     
    My bladder seemed to accept this fact, grudgingly. Now I was at a 5/10. I began to move around a bit more to stave off the urge. So far so good. My bladder was otherwise behaving. More minutes ticked by. Another 5 minutes in, I was at a 6/10, the urge was distinct, and my bladder was starting to call attention to itself. But my unconscious desire to not wet my car seat overrode it, and, as if it kicked it in the balls to keep it quiet, my bladder calmed down again. But my conscious mind was already making preparations for the impending flood… by drinking yet more water, downing another bottle, and refilling it, now leaving the gallon bottle nearly half empty. I also unzipped my jeans, and put a jacket over myself, so that I could hold myself through my diaper when I wanted, or needed to.
     
    Continuing to crawl along at the usual snail’s pace, and I was quite fidgety now. I started rubbing my legs together, as I reached a 7/10 10 minutes later. So far I had been driving for just over an hour, making just a little progress, but a lot of urine. I looked up and down the street. Only houses and fields, no bathrooms in sight. Perfect. A filling bladder and nowhere to go. My bladder protested that thought by sending another twinge my way, and I crossed my legs over themselves. This was difficult to do while driving, and I ended up using my left foot to step on the gas, and my right foot to brake. Not the easiest thing to do, but I learn quickly.
     
    I had to bring my steering wheel up to do this though, and bringing it back down to my preferred position was difficult. However, that also made it so that my legs were locked into the crossed position, which was fine with me. I was starting to get desperate now. I could feel my bladder getting bigger in my abdomen, and I could start to feel it in my pelvic area if I pushed there. The urge came in waves, staved off rather easily though. I squirmed in my seat to lessen the strong urge, as I coordinated my feet to step on the right pedals with difficulty. 20 minutes later, and I was approaching an 8/10, my threshold for pain. Tightening my crossed legs rhythmically, and arching my back, I was definitely desperate now. But no leaking yet, or even a hint of a leak, so it seemed my theory was proving reliable. I finished off my bottle of water in my cup holder. As I rocked back and forth, and squirmed more uncontrollably, I found that some of my methods for holding were proving troublesome.
     
    With my crossed legs, it was, of course, more difficult to coordinate my pedal work. It was also not easy to steer with my thigh constantly pressing against the bottom of it. My bladder was now also beginning to protrude from my abdomen, touching my thigh a little bit. I figured that I wanted better control of my car, so I brought my wheel up so that I could uncross my legs, as I transitioned into a solid 8/10. But after I uncrossed my legs, I found that my need to pee doubled. I could feel the pressure at my sphincter constantly. For the next 10 minutes, all of the desperate squirming, bouncing, rocking, and rubbing my legs together in the world not only did nothing to stave this feeling off, it also didn’t help me concentrate on my driving at all, as I came close to rear-ending the car in front.
     
    So I had no choice but to re-cross my legs again to help me hold it in and still be able to concentrate on driving in this snail’s pace, as my bladder expanded further, now quite palpable in my abdomen as a bulge the size of an orange. Then I had an idea. It was kinda wild, but I thought it would help out. I pulled onto a side road, buttoned myself up, got out, slightly bent over and shifting from foot to foot, unable to hold still any longer. I grabbed my crow bar from my trunk, and got back in. I wrapped my jacket over it for some wider padding, stuck it between my diaper and my jeans, pulled my jeans up as far as I could, and re-crossed my legs, somehow not crushing my balls in the process.
     
    That was much better, as the crowbar put some much needed pressure down there. But it was more difficult to keep my legs crossed, so down the steering wheel went again. I couldn’t quite put it down as far as I wanted too, and then there was the crowbar. It was pushing the crowbar down, taking that pressure off. So I put it through the spokes of the wheel. Now, it was even more difficult to steer than before. Straddling a crowbar resting on the bottom of the steering wheel, every movement I made also moved the steering wheel. So I figured out that I should simply lift the crow bar off the wheel with a free hand.
     
    This was easily going to help me hold it for as long as I wanted. It was as good as holding myself, but I could use the full strength of both of my arms if necessary. Naturally, I believed that I was not going to attempt to hold it to the point that I would punch holes in the space-time continuum with my pee stream if I didn’t leverage a crowbar with both of my arms to hold it in at all cost. Of course, it wasn’t as satisfying as actually holding myself, so I began to grab myself with a free hand, and steering with another, keeping the bar below the wheel so that I could freely steer. The problem with this was that I was slightly more exposed to anyone who wanted to take a good long look inside my car, I tried to re-position what remained of my jacket to help compensate, and was able to cover the diaper for the most part. Now someone would have to come right up to my window and stare in to see what was going on, as I had rolled my windows up long ago.
     
    Over the next 10 minutes, I was squirming non-stop, clenching and un-clenching my legs rhythmically. I was sweating from the effort now, and my AC was weak as hell, so it provided little relief. It was becoming more and more difficult to not want to let go in my seat right there. My bladder had now expanded to the size of a grapefruit, and it hurt. I felt it, and it was getting firm as I rubbed my hand over the bulge. It wasn’t as distinct from the rest of my abdomen as it was 10 years ago, as I had gained some belly fat in those 10 years, but it was definitely visible. I looked down the road, and the line of cars continued farther than the eye could see, with no bathroom in sight. I wanted to try to make it home. Hah, fat chance. That was still hours away. It seemed like weeks away at the rate we were moving. I hadn’t even traveled 50 miles by my odometer, and I had left the eclipse site two hours ago.
     
    I crawled onward, now having to uncross my legs because my thigh was crushing my bladder. Now I was grabbing myself on and off. I didn’t need to hold myself to keep the pee in, but I needed to hold myself to give myself some desperately needed relief from the urge, the pain, the pressure. It was hurting quite a bit now, as my bladder continued to expand further. I felt like if I tried to hold with my sphincter alone, it would soon be forced open, and I would burst. I kept muttering “Oh, I have to pee. I REALLY have to pee. Please let me pee.” “No, you can hold it in.” Arguing with myself like a madman.
     
    After 10 more minutes of holding myself, I was bursting. I was at a 9/10. My bladder, miraculously, was still behaving itself to a point. But it hurt. It really hurt. The pressure at my sphincter was now endless, and so strong that relaxing for the slightest instant would make me leak out. But I was still holding on, and I had not leaked yet. I shifted myself diagonally so that I could pull up on the crowbar to help me hold it without my steering wheel getting in the way. I desperately wanted to cross my legs, but my attempt to do so was fruitless. My thigh crushed my bladder every time I tried, it hurt too much. So I had to settle for keeping them glued together, rubbing as I alternated between holding myself, and using the crowbar to put pressure down there. I decided to try to let myself leak out, but I found that I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every time I tried to relax and let some out, I reflexively clamped back down at full strength.
     
    I did everything I could to try to pee while driving, but it was no use. I even pressed down on my bladder with increasing pressure, and I could feel myself so close to leaking past, but all I did was squirm and clamp right back down every time I was about to relax. So I went back to holding myself to take the edge off, and rubbing my poor distended bladder with the other, continuing to drive onward. There was literally nowhere to even pull over to so that I could get out of the driver’s seat to try to wet myself freely. No crossroads. No shoulder. No parking lots. Nothing.
     
    My bladder was almost up to my navel now, but the pain was not getting that much worse any more. I could feel my pee sloshing around in there. But I was at least still enjoying myself. The rush, the desperate need was exciting. I continued on like this for probably half an hour. I spread my legs. I took the crowbar out of my jeans. My bladder was not spasming, and I was not getting urges to bear down, as my bladder continued to expand. Nor was I getting any sort of pain in my backside. My unconscious self simply refused to allow me, or force me, to wet myself in the driver’s seat. It somehow kept an iron grip on my pee, that would let it come just to the tip, then clamp down again, teasing and torturing me. Ordinarily I would have been wetting myself while trying to hold on before.
     
    At the end of this half hour, the pain was increasing quite a bit, but not as much as I expected. The pressure at my pee hole was incredibly strong. I didn’t want to hold it any more. It was no longer enjoyable. I had tried waiting until I thought I would leak for sure, but I was just too leak-proof in the driver’s seat. I could only manage tiny dribbles at this point. The unstoppable pressure, meeting a seemingly in-penetrable defense, made me feel I was fully at 10/10.  My bladder wasn’t even protesting and contracting, and it was driving me mad. "At least make me feel like I might wet myself uncontrollably, will you!", I thought to myself. I felt my cantaloupe-sized bladder, expanded up to my navel, and it was rock-solid. I couldn’t put a dent in it when I pushed with a finger as hard as I could bear. At least that increased the pain to unbearable levels. Dying to be “allowed” to let go, I wanted to let it out. I wanted to wet myself. I had to pee, Now, and I couldn't.
     
    It seemed the only way I was going to be able to let it out was if I pulled over and got out of the driver’s seat. I have no doubt I could have held it in still if I remained on the highway in the driver’s seat until I was at, and even well past the point of my uncontrollable release 10 years ago, but I might have crashed into someone if I tried, or exploded, or both. Certainly that was the last thing that I wanted to end up happening. I hadn’t expected to be able to get full enough to consider that I might risk a rupture by turtle-speed car accident. I felt I no longer had a choice. I had to find a place to pull off.
     
    But there hadn't been another place to pull out of traffic for half an hour now. I looked frantically for a side road to pull over on, and by sheer luck, I saw one off in the distance. After 5 minutes of torture from feeling the urge and my urethra's protests through out my body, distracting me enough that I almost rear-ended someone again, I nearly reached it, then the cars stopped. "Oh, move already", I moaned out loud, though nobody could hear me with my windows closed. The sensations I was feeling were intense. I genuinely felt that if I couldn't let it out soon I would surely explode. Finally, just as I was about to pull into the quite empty on-coming lane, the traffic moved again, just enough to allow me to turn legally on the side street. I drove down a little ways, parked, and tried to climb into the back seat, sweating profusely from all the movement I was doing, my shirt sticking to me. No wonder my bladder wasn't expanding that much in the past half an hour... I was sweating all the water that I drank out now. 
     
    Now, here was some of the pain that I had imagined I would be in. Every thing I needed to do to get into the back seat without getting out of my car was torture. I couldn’t move my leg over my arm rest, my bladder was in the way! moving my leg to go over my seat crushed my bladder. Ow, I was way too full. It felt like it wanted to come out my eye sockets. I had barely leaked a few drops, my backside still wasn’t hurting, and I wasn’t in quite as much pain as I was 10 years ago, so I wouldn’t count this as my most desperate moment, but I wasn’t too far off. I just wanted to wet myself now, before I let myself get too full, for fear of hurting myself.
     
    Once I was able to gingerly move to the back seat, it was as if a switched flipped in my unconscious. Now all of a sudden I was struggling to not leak while I pulled my pants down, laid back on my back seat, and covered myself with my blanket, dribbling out with every movement, and I was moving a lot. Enjoying myself once again, and way too much, all I had to do was grab at myself once, and I came almost instantly. I continued to try to hold it in, clamping down as hard as I possibly could without my hands, but my sphincter felt tired, oddly enough. Sensing I was no longer in the driver’s seat, my body was now trying to get me to let go involuntarily. Now I was definitely ready to wet myself. I wanted to get my phone and record this, but I was far too distracted to remember where I put it. A couple moments later, an irresistible urge to release, combined with the insane pressure, and I couldn’t keep myself clamped shut one second longer. So I sat myself upright, and let myself go.
     
    Slowly, very slowly I wet myself in a small trickle of pee. I got an urge to bear down, and I took it, pushing it out in a bit larger of a trickle. The pressure was making me grip anything in sight as I felt it in my teeth, moving my legs around because I was still inconsolably desperate while wetting myself at the same time. I rubbed my swollen bladder and pushed to keep going, I was still so full I couldn’t stand it. Was I even emptying faster than I was filling? Not any more, as the stream had stopped. I waited a couple minutes, got on my hands and knees, covered by the blanket, releasing some pressure on my urethra and let another small stream out again.
     
    I continued this for at least 2 minutes, trying to push more pee out of my overstretched bladder. Then I waited 5 minutes when I couldn't get any more out... I was still so full that my bladder was bulging out of me. But after 5 minutes, I had allowed my bladder to contract back down so that when I let go again, a much stronger stream burst forth. For approximately 20 seconds, I began to feel genuine relief, until suddenly I could hear another car. Someone else decided to drive down the same road I did, and parked way too close for comfort to allow me to continue. “Oh, fuck, go away, I’m still so full!” I mumbled, as I very reluctantly pulled myself together, and slinked into the driver’s seat again.
     
    It hurt still, but it was either get away from there, or be seen by some random stranger in a very odd position, something that I am not exactly fond of. So I got back into the traffic, still bursting. 15 minutes later, now my bladder was in full protestation mode. “Hey, you cut me off. I’m not done yet!” as it spasmed and I got more urges to bear down on my still bulging bladder. I took my jacket and put it over myself, unzipped and removed my pants as best I could, and attempted to oblige. My sphincter, thankfully, obeyed my commands at last, as I was able to freely let it out, or at least as long as the traffic would allow. It would only allow me to let out medium-duration spurts with the duration of each start and stop.
     
    This went on for 10 whole minutes, a cycle of relief, everyone stops, “FUCK!”, more relief, “Alright, I’ll move.”, more relie... “Oh come on, I couldn’t even get started!”, until finally I was empty at last. The front of my diaper, where part of the trufit insert was located, was nearly bigger than my bladder was. The diaper bulge was so large that I was literally unable to zip my jeans up over it, so I had no choice but to drive like this. Not that I minded. 30 minutes, as I drove at a walking pace, my bladder filled to a point, then demanded that I let it go, or it would force it out. I decided to try to hold it, so my bladder took matters into it's own... urethra? My muscles were now too tired to hold anything back even though I tried, further filling my diaper as I uncontrollably wet myself. There was at least a liter in this diaper right now, probably more. My bladder, still sore from the hold, throbbed every now and then.
     
    As I drove, we finally reached areas that had plenty of side roads where I could divert around portions of this massive traffic jam, eventually significantly putting distance between me, and whoever I was stuck with. Over the next two hours, as I took side roads and took liberty with my GPS's directions (once having to turn around), the sun was getting lower in the sky. As all the rest of the water I drank made it's way through me, I continued to be powerless to stop wetting myself after I got full enough, such that my boosted diaper was so preposterously overfilled it looked like it was bursting at the seams, damp at the leg holes, about to leak onto my seat if it hadn't already. As I didn't want it to explode all over me by being compressed, it was also preventing me from bringing my knees within four inches of each other in any orientation, preventing me from rubbing my legs together to help me hold it longer. 
    *Second/Third bouts of desperation*
    But I didn't care about how full the diaper was until I approached a gas station near my hotel room from the previous Saturday. I began to wonder how the hell I was going to remove this thing that was now half the size of me without being seen. I was unable to pull my pants over it after the first full-bladder's worth, never mind now, after what was probably the equivalent of two liter's worth. But there was also a more serious problem. I had to pee again. Badly. And I was getting more desperate fast, squirming like a child and wanting to hold myself and push my legs together. But if I did those, it would be as good to my seat as if I wet myself right there. I had now regained enough control to be able to stave off the urges and hold it for longer, so this was going to be a fairly big wetting if I didn't make it to a bathroom. I was sure that my diaper was not going to be able to contain this one without leaking.
     
    But by the time I got to the station, and parked in a far corner of the building, I was leaking out as I desperately tried to hold back another flood that was about to break past the floodgates. I was never going to make it. I took the blanket and covered myself in the direction of any possible passers by, as I tried to move into the back seat of the car, partially obstructed by the sagging bulk between my legs, sweating again as if I just got out of a swimming pool. Somehow keeping myself covered only just, I felt like I was losing all control again, unable to hold on a second longer, a couple seconds before I managed to get over the seats and in the back. I forced myself to hold it no matter the cost. Still I leaked slowly. I got into a good wetting position on my knees on the back floor of my car, leaking the entire time, as the dam was about to burst again, and I was about to begin flooding the diaper for what felt like the dozenth time. 
     
    Then I began to feel the diaper leak in earnest out the side, squished by my legs in the more cramped sideways position which made me bring my legs together. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I said. I couldn't hold it in anymore, and only holding myself under my diaper stopped it as I otherwise would have lost it. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" I moaned, as my bladder's protests made themselves so prominent, I almost wanted to cry. Regaining my composure, I thought I would attempt to position the diaper so that it would simply pool in the bottom instead of out the side. I tore off the sides with my remaining hand to allow more room for my impending flood to pool between the leak guards, when I saw that the very back of the diaper was still relatively dry. Salvation! I took it out from under me, turned it around, put it back under me, and rammed the back of the diaper over my dick, all with my remaining hand, as I lost all control at last. 
     
    I pissed full-force for what felt like forever, though it was probably only a minute, and the relief was overwhelming. Shaking as the stream finally ended, the diaper just barely containing everything, I climaxed yet again into the back of the diaper, then rested my upper body on my back seat, exhausted and 'drained' in more ways than one. I wanted to lay there and go to sleep, and indeed let myself rest there for about 5 minutes before I took the diaper out from under me, and looked to inspect the damage. My shirt was soaked in my own sweat, my floor had two soft-ball sized wet spots from the diaper leaking. My drivers seat had what looked like drying wet spots, but they were tiny. 
     
    My bladder then reminded me that it was currently the size of a raisin by sending me twinges, so I figured it would be an excellent time to clean up. I pulled myself together again, carefully threw the diaper in a nearby trash can along with some other trash in my car to cover it, then went into the bathroom to pee for 10 seconds in a stall before cleaning myself up... My pants were dry, relatively speaking, though with my shirt almost dripping with sweat, I honestly thought nobody would have noticed if I wet myself. I got back into my car, and made myself a quick lunch/dinner/whatever meal period it was. I was waiting until more of my water had evacuated from me before setting out again. One hour since I last went, sure enough, I was getting desperate to pee again at a 7/10. I was about to get out and go, when my phone rang. Shit. 
     
    It was one of my relatives. They were interested in my trip and how my drive home was going, among other things, and they were the type that never stops talking. I spoke, growing more desperate every moment, wishing I had just one more diaper as I hit 8/10. I didn't want to walk in the bathroom and pee while talking on the phone, but I didn't want to wet myself while talking either. After 15 minutes, I could barely concentrate on the conversation, I was squirming and grabbing myself frequently while trying to not make too much noise. But my desperation increased only a little bit, until 20 minutes in, when I nearly wet myself after my bladder spasmed so hard I had to hold myself as hard as I could with my legs crossed over my hand. I got them off the phone, finally, almost by telling them that I was about to flood my entire car in front of the gas station after sitting in traffic forever, but they had simply finished and hung up. I sprinted into the thankfully empty bathroom yet again, and made it. 
     
    Not taking any more chances, I sat down on the toilet and proceeded to wait for another 20 minutes, when I finally felt like my output had finally slowed to a level where I could make it to the next gas station. I only had to go a little bit after those 20 minutes. So, with the sun starting to set, I proceeded onto the interstate, which was, perhaps not unsurprisingly, flowing a hell of a lot faster than the highway I was on. Not at full speed, but easily highway speeds. I could definitely make it to another gas station like this, perhaps even home depending on my need. I drove for a good hour, stopping at another gas station to relieve myself, then got back on the highway yet again, as it was now almost deserted. I guessed that everybody had enough of the highway and got on the freeway instead. 
     
    Driving for another two hours into the night, I finally reached somewhat familiar sights. I got out, and tried to go into another gas station to relieve myself again... Closed. Crap. I decided proceed further to a gas station that we go to when we travel this road when going out of state... that was closed as well, and I was probably at a 5/10. At this point, I was less than an hour away from home, so I decided that I could make it the rest of the way, and I did without any trouble. In fact I was able to unload my car before taking one last piss, taking a shower because I smelled from sweating like crazy... among other things. I went to bed, thoroughly wiped out, bladder still a bit sore, but completely satisfied from experiencing the best day of my life. My only possible regret is that I don't recall seeing anyone else desperate to pee, probably because I was extremely desperate myself. 
     
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    Saltie got a reaction from Derpysquid in The Great American Peeclipse   
    I'm not dead, I've just been busy with real life, is all. So, at last, here is the conclusion to my experience last year. 
    Part Three
    Day Three
     
    I awoke at roughly 6 AM, not having gotten much sleep. But sleep was the least of my concerns at the moment. Like the kid on Christmas morning who is waiting for their parents to get up, I climbed out of my car, with my third pair of clothes in hand. I walked into the bathroom, used the diaper I was wearing on the spot just because I could, changed out of that and my old clothes, and into my new ones. Afterwards, I went back to my car, ate breakfast, before rearranging my things for my trip home. Then I got my viewing position setup. The conditions were perfect. There was hardly any clouds in the sky, and just a slight dust haze on the horizon. I pulled out a camping chair, got my tripod/selfie stick abomination out, and clamped my phone into it. Then I plugged the shutter… stick button into the audio jack, clamped the zoom lens onto the camera face, and taped my makeshift solar filter onto the front of the lens, before pointing it directly at the sun.
     
    Not bad, I thought. Looking at the sun through the phone display (hard to do without looking at the sun, truthfully), I felt that this obviously wasn’t going to melt a hole in my phone. I fiddled with the exposure, trying to get it to remain exactly the same, but being unable to quite figure out how to do that, settled for just winging it as the eclipse went on. Then I got my pair of eclipse glasses, and set them on my head, ready to put over my eyes as soon as it started. I turned my car’s radio on, to listen to any news about the eclipse, and waited. I got out some snacks, and munched on those, until, taking a 5th peek at the sun with my eclipse glasses, I saw it. The moon was beginning to move into the sun’s disc. This was it! I was quite excited, like a kid about to open Christmas presents.
     
    I began taking several pictures. Amateur that I was, I was lousy at tracking the sun’s movement. “This is insane”, I thought. “Here I am, taking pictures of the sun, using a phone with a cheap zoom lens attached to it, with the phone attached to part of a Selfie stick, attached to a tripod.” This was literally the most jerry-rigged setup I had ever come up with, and it was awesomely amateurish. But hey, it’s what I could afford at the time. As time moved on, I noticed it wasn’t getting all that much darker at first. It wasn’t until about 30 minutes in, 45 minutes before totality, that I really started to notice changes. The sky started to darken perceptibly, but in a bit of an unusual way. The center of the sky was still bright, but the horizon, all around, started to darken. It also began to cool down. So much so that 45 minutes in, I had to put on a jacket.
     
    This was incredible, I thought. Absolutely incredible. I had never seen anything quite like this before. 20 minutes to go, and the sky was definitely starting to darken, and it really was getting quite cold, but the air was completely still. 10 minutes left, and the horizon started turning an utterly gorgeous shade of purple as it got darker and darker with every passing second. The small crowd around me was talkative, animated. I was too immersed in my own excitement to remember what they were saying. As the final minutes ticked by, the entire rest of the sky, except for just around the sun and moon, were turning purple and blue. The horizon was turning orange, oddly enough. I took quick, split-second peeks of the sun without my eclipse glasses (Just because I survived with my sight perfectly intact doesn't mean you should try that at home, kids). The sun was now almost a sliver in front of my eclipse glasses. I re-positioned my camera to take pictures of totality. 
     
    Then the diamond-ring effect came. But mere seconds before, I could distinctly hear the roaring sound of what seemed to be thousands of people cheering… from what I was certain was a larger city over ten miles away. Then I took off my eclipse glasses, and flipped the filter off my camera lens, as the diamond ring effect disappeared, along with everything but the Sun’s Corona. “Oh... my... fucking... God...” were the only words to escape my lips, as I witnessed what was, without a doubt, the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my entire life. I felt the presence of God himself, probably telling me to stop cursing in his name, and that I’d be going to Hell now, but it was easily a spiritual feeling for sure. I stood there, frozen, unable to look away. Then I shook myself free from the awe, as I remembered “Hey, you idiot. Take a picture!”

     
    Pictures, as it became very, very plain and clear to me this day, will never, ever capture the full effect of a solar eclipse. The sun was dark, the sky immediately around it also dark, but everything beyond was surrounded by a breathtaking purple-orange glow. I wanted to piss myself just from the beauty of it all. And then, as suddenly as it came, the diamond ring effect appeared on the other side of the sun. I was shaking all over, panting as if I had just sprinted across a football field. I could hardly contain myself from shouting out from the excitement of what had just happened. I wanted to hug someone, but all there was were random strangers. I was the happiest man in the world right now. Every day before and after would pale in comparison to this. Nothing could ever top this. Nothing.
     
    I remained in the parking lot, while most everyone else proceeded to clear out, to watch the remainder of the eclipse, as the moon moved out of the sun’s disc, as I packed up some things, like my chair, my tri-selfie-stick-pod, while continuing to watch the moon’s progress, until an hour and 15 minutes later, it moved out of the sun’s disc entirely. It was over. Time to go home. Ah, but first, time to prepare. I started drinking my water. Then, I discretely grabbed my bag full of... one last diaper, and went into the building with the restrooms. Only now did I notice that there was a restroom with a locking door. Oh cool, privacy! I went in, took one of my adult overnight diapers, and a Goodnites Trufit refill pad out. I put the pad in the pullup as a booster. I put it on, wrapped my jacket around me, because anyone who bothered to look in my general direction would know what I was wearing under my jeans, and got into my car.
     
    I got a gallon jug of water out of my cooler, and secured it in the passenger seat, so that I could refill my drinking bottle whenever I pleased. I downed what was left in the bottle in my cup-holder in one go, and refilled it. Then I put on my usual playlist, and began my trip home. I set my GPS to take the same highways I took to drive into the town. It didn’t take very long to find a nice, long line of cars in a virtual stand-still. After spending 20 minutes in this line, I turned onto another highway as directed by my GPS, which took a nice, winding road through a field, with no traffic at all. It was a nice, leisurely drive, as I made my way to the main highway that I intended to take.
     
    Eventually, I approached the aforementioned large city, an interstate junction, and a gas station… and the scene was crazy. The entire two-lane road going in the direction away from the eclipse was backed up farther than the eye could see. The other side of the road, heading towards, was almost completely bare. Meanwhile, the interstate was in a very similar state, except now there were three lanes totally backed up instead of two. I had heard rumors of there being porta potties along the interstate. “Well, that won’t be any fun, will it?” I said to myself, and resolved to take the highway ahead instead. I maneuvered my way into the completely packed gas station, and topped my car off, and did another fluid/tire check. Then I went in, and got in line for the bathroom. Sadly nobody was showing outward signs of desperation, as I waited my turn, and went in. I used this break to fully evacuate myself before heading out into the abyss of cars that lie ahead. I got back into my car afterwards, took the jacket off from around myself, and then proceeded to sit there waiting for an opportunity to turn back into the highway, which came about 2 minutes later.
     
    And so, the snail’s crawl home began. But I wasn’t content with sitting there the entire time either. I took some side streets to bypass large chunks of traffic for a miles or two, rejoined, took another side street, using my GPS to make sure I wasn’t going to hit a dead end. I also continued to drink, downing another bottle of water, and refilling it when I was stopped. Then I rejoined the highway to travel further than the city, no more side streets to divert myself down. As my um… “drinking and driving” continued (this was pure, filtered water, don’t be thinking of me in that light), I blasted my playlist out of my windows. Anyone unlucky enough to be within earshot got earfuls of the most obvious Japanese anime songs in existence. And soon enough, I began to feel my bladder fill. This was going to be an experiment. I was in a thick diaper, but not anywhere near a bathroom. Would my bladder protest being filled unjustly, or would it behave itself because I was wholly unaccustomed to peeing in the driver’s seat, in public?
     
    *First hold/bout of desperation*
     
    The minutes ticked by. I drank more water, refilled my bottle, drank more, refilled, until about a third of the gallon was gone, being consumed in about an hour after starting from the eclipse viewing location. So approximately 20 minutes had gone by since I left that gas station, and I was at a 3/10 on the desperation scale. I had traveled only a few miles since then, approximately 5 miles or so. Now the traffic was stop and go slow. Stop for 2 minutes and go 10 MPH for 2 minutes. Over and over again. There must be a traffic light ahead, I thought. 10 minutes later, I took another big drink. As I reached a 4/10, I shifted in my seat a little bit to get more comfortable. Continuing to crawl along, I noted a distinct lack of bathrooms, save for a single store on the side of the road that I passed 10 minutes later, with a line coming out of it. I began to debate with my own bladder on whether I should stop or not… for about a tenth of a second, as it mildly reminded me that it was filling, but I immediately looked away. “No bathroom for you!”
     
    My bladder seemed to accept this fact, grudgingly. Now I was at a 5/10. I began to move around a bit more to stave off the urge. So far so good. My bladder was otherwise behaving. More minutes ticked by. Another 5 minutes in, I was at a 6/10, the urge was distinct, and my bladder was starting to call attention to itself. But my unconscious desire to not wet my car seat overrode it, and, as if it kicked it in the balls to keep it quiet, my bladder calmed down again. But my conscious mind was already making preparations for the impending flood… by drinking yet more water, downing another bottle, and refilling it, now leaving the gallon bottle nearly half empty. I also unzipped my jeans, and put a jacket over myself, so that I could hold myself through my diaper when I wanted, or needed to.
     
    Continuing to crawl along at the usual snail’s pace, and I was quite fidgety now. I started rubbing my legs together, as I reached a 7/10 10 minutes later. So far I had been driving for just over an hour, making just a little progress, but a lot of urine. I looked up and down the street. Only houses and fields, no bathrooms in sight. Perfect. A filling bladder and nowhere to go. My bladder protested that thought by sending another twinge my way, and I crossed my legs over themselves. This was difficult to do while driving, and I ended up using my left foot to step on the gas, and my right foot to brake. Not the easiest thing to do, but I learn quickly.
     
    I had to bring my steering wheel up to do this though, and bringing it back down to my preferred position was difficult. However, that also made it so that my legs were locked into the crossed position, which was fine with me. I was starting to get desperate now. I could feel my bladder getting bigger in my abdomen, and I could start to feel it in my pelvic area if I pushed there. The urge came in waves, staved off rather easily though. I squirmed in my seat to lessen the strong urge, as I coordinated my feet to step on the right pedals with difficulty. 20 minutes later, and I was approaching an 8/10, my threshold for pain. Tightening my crossed legs rhythmically, and arching my back, I was definitely desperate now. But no leaking yet, or even a hint of a leak, so it seemed my theory was proving reliable. I finished off my bottle of water in my cup holder. As I rocked back and forth, and squirmed more uncontrollably, I found that some of my methods for holding were proving troublesome.
     
    With my crossed legs, it was, of course, more difficult to coordinate my pedal work. It was also not easy to steer with my thigh constantly pressing against the bottom of it. My bladder was now also beginning to protrude from my abdomen, touching my thigh a little bit. I figured that I wanted better control of my car, so I brought my wheel up so that I could uncross my legs, as I transitioned into a solid 8/10. But after I uncrossed my legs, I found that my need to pee doubled. I could feel the pressure at my sphincter constantly. For the next 10 minutes, all of the desperate squirming, bouncing, rocking, and rubbing my legs together in the world not only did nothing to stave this feeling off, it also didn’t help me concentrate on my driving at all, as I came close to rear-ending the car in front.
     
    So I had no choice but to re-cross my legs again to help me hold it in and still be able to concentrate on driving in this snail’s pace, as my bladder expanded further, now quite palpable in my abdomen as a bulge the size of an orange. Then I had an idea. It was kinda wild, but I thought it would help out. I pulled onto a side road, buttoned myself up, got out, slightly bent over and shifting from foot to foot, unable to hold still any longer. I grabbed my crow bar from my trunk, and got back in. I wrapped my jacket over it for some wider padding, stuck it between my diaper and my jeans, pulled my jeans up as far as I could, and re-crossed my legs, somehow not crushing my balls in the process.
     
    That was much better, as the crowbar put some much needed pressure down there. But it was more difficult to keep my legs crossed, so down the steering wheel went again. I couldn’t quite put it down as far as I wanted too, and then there was the crowbar. It was pushing the crowbar down, taking that pressure off. So I put it through the spokes of the wheel. Now, it was even more difficult to steer than before. Straddling a crowbar resting on the bottom of the steering wheel, every movement I made also moved the steering wheel. So I figured out that I should simply lift the crow bar off the wheel with a free hand.
     
    This was easily going to help me hold it for as long as I wanted. It was as good as holding myself, but I could use the full strength of both of my arms if necessary. Naturally, I believed that I was not going to attempt to hold it to the point that I would punch holes in the space-time continuum with my pee stream if I didn’t leverage a crowbar with both of my arms to hold it in at all cost. Of course, it wasn’t as satisfying as actually holding myself, so I began to grab myself with a free hand, and steering with another, keeping the bar below the wheel so that I could freely steer. The problem with this was that I was slightly more exposed to anyone who wanted to take a good long look inside my car, I tried to re-position what remained of my jacket to help compensate, and was able to cover the diaper for the most part. Now someone would have to come right up to my window and stare in to see what was going on, as I had rolled my windows up long ago.
     
    Over the next 10 minutes, I was squirming non-stop, clenching and un-clenching my legs rhythmically. I was sweating from the effort now, and my AC was weak as hell, so it provided little relief. It was becoming more and more difficult to not want to let go in my seat right there. My bladder had now expanded to the size of a grapefruit, and it hurt. I felt it, and it was getting firm as I rubbed my hand over the bulge. It wasn’t as distinct from the rest of my abdomen as it was 10 years ago, as I had gained some belly fat in those 10 years, but it was definitely visible. I looked down the road, and the line of cars continued farther than the eye could see, with no bathroom in sight. I wanted to try to make it home. Hah, fat chance. That was still hours away. It seemed like weeks away at the rate we were moving. I hadn’t even traveled 50 miles by my odometer, and I had left the eclipse site two hours ago.
     
    I crawled onward, now having to uncross my legs because my thigh was crushing my bladder. Now I was grabbing myself on and off. I didn’t need to hold myself to keep the pee in, but I needed to hold myself to give myself some desperately needed relief from the urge, the pain, the pressure. It was hurting quite a bit now, as my bladder continued to expand further. I felt like if I tried to hold with my sphincter alone, it would soon be forced open, and I would burst. I kept muttering “Oh, I have to pee. I REALLY have to pee. Please let me pee.” “No, you can hold it in.” Arguing with myself like a madman.
     
    After 10 more minutes of holding myself, I was bursting. I was at a 9/10. My bladder, miraculously, was still behaving itself to a point. But it hurt. It really hurt. The pressure at my sphincter was now endless, and so strong that relaxing for the slightest instant would make me leak out. But I was still holding on, and I had not leaked yet. I shifted myself diagonally so that I could pull up on the crowbar to help me hold it without my steering wheel getting in the way. I desperately wanted to cross my legs, but my attempt to do so was fruitless. My thigh crushed my bladder every time I tried, it hurt too much. So I had to settle for keeping them glued together, rubbing as I alternated between holding myself, and using the crowbar to put pressure down there. I decided to try to let myself leak out, but I found that I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every time I tried to relax and let some out, I reflexively clamped back down at full strength.
     
    I did everything I could to try to pee while driving, but it was no use. I even pressed down on my bladder with increasing pressure, and I could feel myself so close to leaking past, but all I did was squirm and clamp right back down every time I was about to relax. So I went back to holding myself to take the edge off, and rubbing my poor distended bladder with the other, continuing to drive onward. There was literally nowhere to even pull over to so that I could get out of the driver’s seat to try to wet myself freely. No crossroads. No shoulder. No parking lots. Nothing.
     
    My bladder was almost up to my navel now, but the pain was not getting that much worse any more. I could feel my pee sloshing around in there. But I was at least still enjoying myself. The rush, the desperate need was exciting. I continued on like this for probably half an hour. I spread my legs. I took the crowbar out of my jeans. My bladder was not spasming, and I was not getting urges to bear down, as my bladder continued to expand. Nor was I getting any sort of pain in my backside. My unconscious self simply refused to allow me, or force me, to wet myself in the driver’s seat. It somehow kept an iron grip on my pee, that would let it come just to the tip, then clamp down again, teasing and torturing me. Ordinarily I would have been wetting myself while trying to hold on before.
     
    At the end of this half hour, the pain was increasing quite a bit, but not as much as I expected. The pressure at my pee hole was incredibly strong. I didn’t want to hold it any more. It was no longer enjoyable. I had tried waiting until I thought I would leak for sure, but I was just too leak-proof in the driver’s seat. I could only manage tiny dribbles at this point. The unstoppable pressure, meeting a seemingly in-penetrable defense, made me feel I was fully at 10/10.  My bladder wasn’t even protesting and contracting, and it was driving me mad. "At least make me feel like I might wet myself uncontrollably, will you!", I thought to myself. I felt my cantaloupe-sized bladder, expanded up to my navel, and it was rock-solid. I couldn’t put a dent in it when I pushed with a finger as hard as I could bear. At least that increased the pain to unbearable levels. Dying to be “allowed” to let go, I wanted to let it out. I wanted to wet myself. I had to pee, Now, and I couldn't.
     
    It seemed the only way I was going to be able to let it out was if I pulled over and got out of the driver’s seat. I have no doubt I could have held it in still if I remained on the highway in the driver’s seat until I was at, and even well past the point of my uncontrollable release 10 years ago, but I might have crashed into someone if I tried, or exploded, or both. Certainly that was the last thing that I wanted to end up happening. I hadn’t expected to be able to get full enough to consider that I might risk a rupture by turtle-speed car accident. I felt I no longer had a choice. I had to find a place to pull off.
     
    But there hadn't been another place to pull out of traffic for half an hour now. I looked frantically for a side road to pull over on, and by sheer luck, I saw one off in the distance. After 5 minutes of torture from feeling the urge and my urethra's protests through out my body, distracting me enough that I almost rear-ended someone again, I nearly reached it, then the cars stopped. "Oh, move already", I moaned out loud, though nobody could hear me with my windows closed. The sensations I was feeling were intense. I genuinely felt that if I couldn't let it out soon I would surely explode. Finally, just as I was about to pull into the quite empty on-coming lane, the traffic moved again, just enough to allow me to turn legally on the side street. I drove down a little ways, parked, and tried to climb into the back seat, sweating profusely from all the movement I was doing, my shirt sticking to me. No wonder my bladder wasn't expanding that much in the past half an hour... I was sweating all the water that I drank out now. 
     
    Now, here was some of the pain that I had imagined I would be in. Every thing I needed to do to get into the back seat without getting out of my car was torture. I couldn’t move my leg over my arm rest, my bladder was in the way! moving my leg to go over my seat crushed my bladder. Ow, I was way too full. It felt like it wanted to come out my eye sockets. I had barely leaked a few drops, my backside still wasn’t hurting, and I wasn’t in quite as much pain as I was 10 years ago, so I wouldn’t count this as my most desperate moment, but I wasn’t too far off. I just wanted to wet myself now, before I let myself get too full, for fear of hurting myself.
     
    Once I was able to gingerly move to the back seat, it was as if a switched flipped in my unconscious. Now all of a sudden I was struggling to not leak while I pulled my pants down, laid back on my back seat, and covered myself with my blanket, dribbling out with every movement, and I was moving a lot. Enjoying myself once again, and way too much, all I had to do was grab at myself once, and I came almost instantly. I continued to try to hold it in, clamping down as hard as I possibly could without my hands, but my sphincter felt tired, oddly enough. Sensing I was no longer in the driver’s seat, my body was now trying to get me to let go involuntarily. Now I was definitely ready to wet myself. I wanted to get my phone and record this, but I was far too distracted to remember where I put it. A couple moments later, an irresistible urge to release, combined with the insane pressure, and I couldn’t keep myself clamped shut one second longer. So I sat myself upright, and let myself go.
     
    Slowly, very slowly I wet myself in a small trickle of pee. I got an urge to bear down, and I took it, pushing it out in a bit larger of a trickle. The pressure was making me grip anything in sight as I felt it in my teeth, moving my legs around because I was still inconsolably desperate while wetting myself at the same time. I rubbed my swollen bladder and pushed to keep going, I was still so full I couldn’t stand it. Was I even emptying faster than I was filling? Not any more, as the stream had stopped. I waited a couple minutes, got on my hands and knees, covered by the blanket, releasing some pressure on my urethra and let another small stream out again.
     
    I continued this for at least 2 minutes, trying to push more pee out of my overstretched bladder. Then I waited 5 minutes when I couldn't get any more out... I was still so full that my bladder was bulging out of me. But after 5 minutes, I had allowed my bladder to contract back down so that when I let go again, a much stronger stream burst forth. For approximately 20 seconds, I began to feel genuine relief, until suddenly I could hear another car. Someone else decided to drive down the same road I did, and parked way too close for comfort to allow me to continue. “Oh, fuck, go away, I’m still so full!” I mumbled, as I very reluctantly pulled myself together, and slinked into the driver’s seat again.
     
    It hurt still, but it was either get away from there, or be seen by some random stranger in a very odd position, something that I am not exactly fond of. So I got back into the traffic, still bursting. 15 minutes later, now my bladder was in full protestation mode. “Hey, you cut me off. I’m not done yet!” as it spasmed and I got more urges to bear down on my still bulging bladder. I took my jacket and put it over myself, unzipped and removed my pants as best I could, and attempted to oblige. My sphincter, thankfully, obeyed my commands at last, as I was able to freely let it out, or at least as long as the traffic would allow. It would only allow me to let out medium-duration spurts with the duration of each start and stop.
     
    This went on for 10 whole minutes, a cycle of relief, everyone stops, “FUCK!”, more relief, “Alright, I’ll move.”, more relie... “Oh come on, I couldn’t even get started!”, until finally I was empty at last. The front of my diaper, where part of the trufit insert was located, was nearly bigger than my bladder was. The diaper bulge was so large that I was literally unable to zip my jeans up over it, so I had no choice but to drive like this. Not that I minded. 30 minutes, as I drove at a walking pace, my bladder filled to a point, then demanded that I let it go, or it would force it out. I decided to try to hold it, so my bladder took matters into it's own... urethra? My muscles were now too tired to hold anything back even though I tried, further filling my diaper as I uncontrollably wet myself. There was at least a liter in this diaper right now, probably more. My bladder, still sore from the hold, throbbed every now and then.
     
    As I drove, we finally reached areas that had plenty of side roads where I could divert around portions of this massive traffic jam, eventually significantly putting distance between me, and whoever I was stuck with. Over the next two hours, as I took side roads and took liberty with my GPS's directions (once having to turn around), the sun was getting lower in the sky. As all the rest of the water I drank made it's way through me, I continued to be powerless to stop wetting myself after I got full enough, such that my boosted diaper was so preposterously overfilled it looked like it was bursting at the seams, damp at the leg holes, about to leak onto my seat if it hadn't already. As I didn't want it to explode all over me by being compressed, it was also preventing me from bringing my knees within four inches of each other in any orientation, preventing me from rubbing my legs together to help me hold it longer. 
    *Second/Third bouts of desperation*
    But I didn't care about how full the diaper was until I approached a gas station near my hotel room from the previous Saturday. I began to wonder how the hell I was going to remove this thing that was now half the size of me without being seen. I was unable to pull my pants over it after the first full-bladder's worth, never mind now, after what was probably the equivalent of two liter's worth. But there was also a more serious problem. I had to pee again. Badly. And I was getting more desperate fast, squirming like a child and wanting to hold myself and push my legs together. But if I did those, it would be as good to my seat as if I wet myself right there. I had now regained enough control to be able to stave off the urges and hold it for longer, so this was going to be a fairly big wetting if I didn't make it to a bathroom. I was sure that my diaper was not going to be able to contain this one without leaking.
     
    But by the time I got to the station, and parked in a far corner of the building, I was leaking out as I desperately tried to hold back another flood that was about to break past the floodgates. I was never going to make it. I took the blanket and covered myself in the direction of any possible passers by, as I tried to move into the back seat of the car, partially obstructed by the sagging bulk between my legs, sweating again as if I just got out of a swimming pool. Somehow keeping myself covered only just, I felt like I was losing all control again, unable to hold on a second longer, a couple seconds before I managed to get over the seats and in the back. I forced myself to hold it no matter the cost. Still I leaked slowly. I got into a good wetting position on my knees on the back floor of my car, leaking the entire time, as the dam was about to burst again, and I was about to begin flooding the diaper for what felt like the dozenth time. 
     
    Then I began to feel the diaper leak in earnest out the side, squished by my legs in the more cramped sideways position which made me bring my legs together. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I said. I couldn't hold it in anymore, and only holding myself under my diaper stopped it as I otherwise would have lost it. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" I moaned, as my bladder's protests made themselves so prominent, I almost wanted to cry. Regaining my composure, I thought I would attempt to position the diaper so that it would simply pool in the bottom instead of out the side. I tore off the sides with my remaining hand to allow more room for my impending flood to pool between the leak guards, when I saw that the very back of the diaper was still relatively dry. Salvation! I took it out from under me, turned it around, put it back under me, and rammed the back of the diaper over my dick, all with my remaining hand, as I lost all control at last. 
     
    I pissed full-force for what felt like forever, though it was probably only a minute, and the relief was overwhelming. Shaking as the stream finally ended, the diaper just barely containing everything, I climaxed yet again into the back of the diaper, then rested my upper body on my back seat, exhausted and 'drained' in more ways than one. I wanted to lay there and go to sleep, and indeed let myself rest there for about 5 minutes before I took the diaper out from under me, and looked to inspect the damage. My shirt was soaked in my own sweat, my floor had two soft-ball sized wet spots from the diaper leaking. My drivers seat had what looked like drying wet spots, but they were tiny. 
     
    My bladder then reminded me that it was currently the size of a raisin by sending me twinges, so I figured it would be an excellent time to clean up. I pulled myself together again, carefully threw the diaper in a nearby trash can along with some other trash in my car to cover it, then went into the bathroom to pee for 10 seconds in a stall before cleaning myself up... My pants were dry, relatively speaking, though with my shirt almost dripping with sweat, I honestly thought nobody would have noticed if I wet myself. I got back into my car, and made myself a quick lunch/dinner/whatever meal period it was. I was waiting until more of my water had evacuated from me before setting out again. One hour since I last went, sure enough, I was getting desperate to pee again at a 7/10. I was about to get out and go, when my phone rang. Shit. 
     
    It was one of my relatives. They were interested in my trip and how my drive home was going, among other things, and they were the type that never stops talking. I spoke, growing more desperate every moment, wishing I had just one more diaper as I hit 8/10. I didn't want to walk in the bathroom and pee while talking on the phone, but I didn't want to wet myself while talking either. After 15 minutes, I could barely concentrate on the conversation, I was squirming and grabbing myself frequently while trying to not make too much noise. But my desperation increased only a little bit, until 20 minutes in, when I nearly wet myself after my bladder spasmed so hard I had to hold myself as hard as I could with my legs crossed over my hand. I got them off the phone, finally, almost by telling them that I was about to flood my entire car in front of the gas station after sitting in traffic forever, but they had simply finished and hung up. I sprinted into the thankfully empty bathroom yet again, and made it. 
     
    Not taking any more chances, I sat down on the toilet and proceeded to wait for another 20 minutes, when I finally felt like my output had finally slowed to a level where I could make it to the next gas station. I only had to go a little bit after those 20 minutes. So, with the sun starting to set, I proceeded onto the interstate, which was, perhaps not unsurprisingly, flowing a hell of a lot faster than the highway I was on. Not at full speed, but easily highway speeds. I could definitely make it to another gas station like this, perhaps even home depending on my need. I drove for a good hour, stopping at another gas station to relieve myself, then got back on the highway yet again, as it was now almost deserted. I guessed that everybody had enough of the highway and got on the freeway instead. 
     
    Driving for another two hours into the night, I finally reached somewhat familiar sights. I got out, and tried to go into another gas station to relieve myself again... Closed. Crap. I decided proceed further to a gas station that we go to when we travel this road when going out of state... that was closed as well, and I was probably at a 5/10. At this point, I was less than an hour away from home, so I decided that I could make it the rest of the way, and I did without any trouble. In fact I was able to unload my car before taking one last piss, taking a shower because I smelled from sweating like crazy... among other things. I went to bed, thoroughly wiped out, bladder still a bit sore, but completely satisfied from experiencing the best day of my life. My only possible regret is that I don't recall seeing anyone else desperate to pee, probably because I was extremely desperate myself. 
     
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    Saltie reacted to ellemenopee in The Long Drive Home   
    I received such nice comments on my other story, I decided to try my hand at another. =) Also, I just sold the car (the co-star of this story) a few weeks ago. She was my first, and I loved her. Baja, baby, this is for you! [Everyone else, feel free to judge me. ]
    Again, I'll start with a little background. If you prefer to skip straight to the desperation, scroll down to the ALL CAPS HINTING!
    The first semester of my senior year of high school was a busy one. Anyone who's read my last story may have guessed by now I'm something of an academic. Not necessarily by choice--I've never been a good student, by any stretch of the imagination. I just happen to be passably smart and have super-driven-immigrant-turned-doctor parents. Any first generation American students will probably understand this. The point is I spent a lot of time working school stuff, both during, and after school hours.
    This included a number of extra curricular activities, in particular dance, acting, and singing. I was in basic choir all four years of high school, and competition choir for the last three years. Since the latter counted as an extra school course, I was behind on some of my classes when it came time for graduation, and had to take a practical course (computer, in this case) at the local community college.
    I was pretty 'eh' on the whole matter. Part of me said, 'Whatever, it's a computer class. I'll be learning how to use the internet to search for chicken pot pie recipes.' Another part of me said, 'It's my senior year, and I'm spending my nights (after choir practice, and before theater rehearsals) in a chilly classroom full of middle age men who don't know what flash drives are.'
    In any case, I sucked it up (or was forced to), and made the trip out. The class was...well, we spent the first day learning how to safely turn on a computer. Completely understandable for a generation who had missed out on that, but I was born in '89. I grew up on the internet, so I spent the majority of my class time playing forum roleplays.
    The second night I was there, the older gentleman (early 60s, maybe) seated next to me started asking questions. I couldn't just not tell him how to turn on his monitor, but it seemed that small instruction opened the flood gates, and suddenly we were the best of friends. This was back in my cripplingly shy days, so the fact that I was chatting in such a...friendly manner with a man who could have been my grandfather was strange for me. It was made stranger still by the fact that when I left that evening, he offered me a ride home.
    Now, it's entirely possible he was just being sincere, but some of his gestures had been just a little too friendly, so I politely declined and quickly headed toward my car. And that's how things went for some time--class would finish, and I would hightail it out of there to avoid talking to him. In the class of about 40 people, I was, at seventeen, easily the youngest by at least ten years, so there wasn't a whole lot to be done for it.
    A few weeks before Christmas, I started chugging coffee and other caffeinated drinks with an unhealthy fervor. Finals were approaching, as well as a Christmas concert, and Christmas dance recital, a Christmas musical, and a performance for a piano class. In addition to the holiday and its festivities, both my brother and I were trying to incorporate birthday plans (he was to turn 15 on the 15th of December; I was turning 18 on the 24th), while also balancing school things. I've always been a multitasker, but I'd taken to coffee just to keep on my toes.
    This particular evening, I was coming from a dance rehearsal, meaning I had a half hour commute, which was plenty of time to chug a 30oz iced coffee on an empty stomach. The water bottle I saved for class, when I knew the caffeine would have me feeling thirsty.
    DESPERATION STARTS HERE!
    Having gone straight from school to dance, and back to class, I hadn't gone to the bathroom since lunch time that day; the computer class started around 8pm, but I wasn't too worried, since aside from the coffee, I hadn't had anything but a soda, and some more coffee that morning (I should mention I drank a LOT of coffee back then. Still do. Bad habit for which I feel no shame). I sipped the water bottle throughout the two hour class, without feeling much but a small twinge, which I ignored, because I was already the youngest in the class, and didn't want to make myself any more known by having to leave in the middle of lecture. As class went on, it went from a twinge to a gentle reminder. Sort of a, "Hey, Iz. You should go use the rest room now."
    I crossed my legs and ignored it. My creepy older friend from before was sitting next to the door, and there was no way I'd be able to get past him without starting a conversation. Besides, I had the feeling that if I tried to stand, I'd end up doing a subtle 'potty dance', and that was the absolute last thing I wanted this guy to witness.
    Half an hour later, at the end of class, I was jiggling my leg as I packed up my stuff. I hurriedly shut of my computer and headed for the door, determined not to talk to anyone, as I was pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to stand still. It wasn't until I got to the door of the classroom, I realized I had no idea where the bathroom was. 22-year-old Izzy would have just asked. 17-year-old Izzy saw too-friendly guy heading toward her and bolted.
    It was a twenty minute ride back home where I could relieve myself in peace. I could make it.
    And relief it would be. I'd finished my water bottle without thinking, and the absurd amount of caffeine I'd taken in that day was wreaking havoc on my bladder. Since I was still at the college, I couldn't very well hold myseld, though now that I was up, it was all I wanted to do. Instead, I hunched over slightly and sort of hobbled to my car, giving Mr. Too-Friendly a strained smile as I passed him and headed toward my car.
    Sometime in there, my desperation went from 6 to 8. As soon as I sat down, I rammed one hand into my crotch and leaned forward so fast, I almost brained myself on my steering wheel. I seriously considered going back inside, but I was a) too afraid I'd leak if I stood up, and B) mortified at the idea of having to go back into the building just to ask where the bathroom was.
    I sat and rocked and just sort of squeezed for a few minutes, knowing I couldn't go back inside, knowing I could make it to home if I just found a comfortable position. The pressure was getting a bit painful, and my muscles, yet untrained in this sort of thing (but remembering the ACT torture) were not game to play. I couldn't fold my legs, since I was supposed to be driving, so I kept my hand in my crotch as I started up the car. It was late, and my house was a ways away, but the roads were almost empty at this time of night (10pm, and the college was on the other side of town from my place, between which lay a good deal of undisturbed country road). I could speed and cut my time down to fifteen minutes.
    As soon as I pulled out an onto the road, though, the control I had managed to regain shattered, and I absolutely knew there was no way I was going to make it home. It was too late to turn back--if I stood, I'd lose it for sure--but I couldn't keep driving either. At this point, my attention was completely on my aching bladder, and I was a new enough driver that it would be dangerous to try and make it.
    At first, I only thought about wetting. I was seventeen, after all, a senior in high school and way too old for that sort of thing. And what would I tell my parents? My next thought was of heading to a gas station, but the closest one was at least ten minutes away, and as my bladder contracted in protest, I moaned and hunched over, eager to relieve myself as soon as possible.
    I was just thinking I'd give up and turn around when a car pulled out in front of me. I put my foot on the break instinctively, and managed to avoid collision--but at the cost of jolting my bladder. Between the surprise of the car and the sudden movement, I spurted suddenly into my leggings and shorts (as I'd just come from dance).
    I froze. No. No. No, this couldn't be happening now. No--
    But my bladder had been stretched to its limits, and once my body got a taste of relief, it wanted more. I sat there, clenching, fighting, trying to hold back the flood, but there was no stopping it. It soaked through my clothes at an impossibly fast rate, and even as I tried to hold back, the relief was so amazing, I couldn't help but moan. The other car had pulled away, so I was just sitting there in the middle of the road, a few feet from a stop sign, peeing uncontrollably and moaning in the dark. I forgot about what I'd tell my parents, and what it meant to be seventeen and having an accident, and lost myself in the relief of the moment.
    By the time I stopped, both me and the carseat were soaked. I just kind of sat there, dumbfounded for a minute, before it occurred to me that I was still on the road, and really should be moving to avoid suspicion. I pulled up to the stop sign, turned on the radio, sighed, and started laughing.
    The trip back was a much more pleasant experience.
    Once I got home, I snuck into the garage, found some leather cleaner, and fixed up my car, glad none of it had gotten onto the carpet. Next, I rinsed myself with the hose before going inside to face my mother. This is where the acting part came in. =)
    "What happened?" she asked, clearly aghast at my soaked appearance from the waist down.
    I made a face somewhere between shame and pity-me. "I slipped in the mud on the way to my car. The college classrooms all close at ten, and they turned out the lights on me, so I just--"
    "Aw, poor thing! That's dangerous, they really shouldn't..." She was saying other things, but I knew since I'd triggered maternal instinct (she hated me driving country roads so 'late' at night), I'd be okay.
    I threw my clothes in the wash, hopped in the shower, and almost immediately started thinking whether it was weird that I'd enjoyed the whole ordeal as much as I had.
    -FIN-
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    Saltie got a reaction from Spectator9 in difficulty walking?   
    Yes, when I'm full enough, it becomes difficult to stand up straight. It puts more pressure on my bladder, probably from the abdominal muscles, skin, and other structures being pulled taut and pressing on the bladder. Bending over relaxes them and gives the bladder a bit more room to expand. 
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    Saltie got a reaction from Here4theFun in The Great American Peeclipse   
    Part two
    I began my drive, not bothering to take the Interstate at first, but driving on a long stretch of highway that would eventually lead to the interstate. It was a nice leisurely drive, with virtually nobody for miles. Slightly odd, I thought, but I figured that everyone was on the Interstate. I hit a stretch of winding roads, and took the curves at a relatively quick pace, enjoying a sporty little drive before slowing back down. I passed through a few towns along the way, before merging onto the Interstate about three hours before sunset. Before that, though, I began drinking a bottle of water I had brought with me.
     
    Aha, there’s everyone. But still, there actually weren’t that many people on the interstate, so I was able to freely pass and change lanes. Loads of people were driving campers, and trucks with trailers, which told me that they, too, were headed up to watch the eclipse. It took another hour to finish the last leg, and by the time I did, I had finished the first bottle of water. Didn’t quite feel anything yet, but I wasn’t trying to be on the verge of pissing myself as I was trying to check into my hotel room.
     
    I checked in, parked my car, and brought my stuff up… the room was actually not bad for what I paid during this time frame, considering the price of other hotels mere miles closer to the line of totality. I was about 60 miles away at this point. I did notice that one of the light bulbs was out. I figured I’d go and change that once I was done unloading, and putting things in the small fridge. I opened a second bottle of water, and began drinking again.
     
    Once I got everything situated. I took a good look around the area. There was a store close by, so I could probably run to grab a spare light bulb to replace the burnt-out one if I wanted. Sure, I could simply just call room service and have them do that, I thought, but I liked to do things myself. Meanwhile, my bladder began to fill in earnest now, and I was starting to feel a distinct urge. I was about 3 or 4/10 on the scale.
     
    So, I began unscrewing the light bulb. But it got stuck in the somewhat unusual housing it was contained in, so I began to work to figure out how to open it. As I succeeded in doing so, it happened…
     
    No, I didn’t suddenly start spraying pee everywhere, if that’s what you were thinking. The next 5 seconds were almost as dramatic, though. My fingers of butter slipped on the light housing, and the burnt-out bulb fell out of my grasp. I fumbled it as I attempted to catch it, and it shattered on the hard wood floor around me.
     
    My mouth letting flow a stream of expletives that would make Satan blush, I gingerly stepped so as not to step in shards of glass. Grabbing a spare sheet of paper I had brought with me, I got to the task of cleaning up the mess, completely forgetting about my slowly escalating need to pee. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, sweeping up glass shards with a ball of TP onto the paper, throwing them away, then picking up stray bits with ever-handy duct-tape, I finished. By the time I was done, I was at a firm 5/10, definitely feeling the urge to go, so I did what any sensible human being usually tries not to do when they have to pee: Drink more! I steadily drank more as I unpacked further, getting my craft work out, getting into bed and starting to figure out how I wanted to cut some fabric.
     
    About an hour from sunset, I was definitely at a 6/10, and my need was growing fast. I figured this was a good time to put on one of my diapers. So I disrobed my lower half, and put one of my generic adult max-absorbency night-time pullups on. These things, while being small-sized, were still rather loose on me, and rode up high with utterly useless fabric three inches high all around, and leaked in any position that wasn’t sitting or standing upright. But, they’ve also shown themselves capable of not leaking in such positions when I unleash a painfully full flood in the past, so I found them acceptable.
     
    I continued to drink more, but a short time after I had put the diaper on, my need increased exponentially. Suddenly I was at a 7/10, and deteriorating fast. I tried my best to measure, and cut pieces of fabric, and figure out where I wanted to place things, but after another half hour, I could barely even concentrate. The urge was driving me insane. No pain, just a ridiculously persistent, strong urge, as my bladder kept trying to make me let go.
     
    I like to dub this “Incontinence by diaper”. Somehow, my unconscious self knows that I am either in a diaper, or in a perfectly reasonable situation to go and pee any time I wanted, and it then sends the appropriate signals to my bladder. Unconscious: “Hey, you can go now.” Bladder: “Okay.” *push* Me: “Hey, wait a moment, I’m busy here.” Bladder: “Nope, you can let me empty right now, so just do it.” *push* Me: “I’m trying to hold it back here. Let me test your limits without making a mess.” Bladder: “You’ve tested me enough, I’ll hold it when I actually have to.” *push*.
     
    It’s like a lover’s quarrel between me and my own bladder, and it’s entirely dependent on whether I could freely pee or not. I quite literally have two separate desperation scales. I could be at work, dressed normally, engaged in my work while my bladder fills to the point where it hurts to stand up straight, and it won’t give me any trouble. Oh, I’ll be aware that I need to go, particularly as it expands against my waistband and I can feel an urge that I can suppress, but it won’t even bat an eye. (That actually happened this year too… boring account, nothing to write home about.)
     
    But put on a diaper, AND be close to the bathroom in my own home, or in this case a hotel room, and half of the time all hell breaks loose. It will start contracting and giving me urges that would make any random 8 year old wet themselves explosively on the spot from the sheer intensity of them. The other half of the time, I will be able to get to the painful stage, but then it starts wreaking having and giving contractions that exceed my willpower to keep myself closed, making me hold myself to keep it in when, only 10 years earlier, I wouldn’t have had to in the same situation.
     
    And so, I tried and tried to keep concentrating on my craft work. But soon it became impossible. I had to hold myself in my bed just to subdue the maddening urges and desperation. I was moaning and mumbling “God damn I gotta pee!” I could even feel it in my teeth. I held myself, with my legs crossed over my hand, now totally unable to do any sort of project, let alone one that required the use of both of my hands.
     
    Ten minutes later, I couldn’t take it any more. I was about to explode at a capacity nowhere near my usual levels, completely non-painful, just absolutely desperate out of my mind. I could feel the urge throughout every inch of my body, from the tips of my toes almost to the ends of my hair. Even though I wanted to continue, I had actually enjoyed it enough to climax almost instantly on command, and propelled the desire to continue right out of me.
     
    Moments later, I could feel myself leaking past now, as my bladder, at full strength, contracted with all it’s might, as I stumbled into the shower stall, and let explode into the diaper the most forceful piss I’ve had in recent memory. I reckon I might have been able to win an amateur distance contest. I made no effort to resist, and in fact bore down just to see how fast I could pee…
     
    The diaper then began to leak out the sides, as it had pooled and overflowed before even having a good chance to absorb everything. It was as if Hurricane Irma was predicting itself in there. I did not care, though. A mere 30 seconds after I started, I was done. The magnitude of relief was quite satisfying. I proceeded to get myself cleaned up, taking the dripping, but only half-soaked diaper off into the garbage. I showered, peed again, and got myself dressed, taking the garbage bag, full of light bulb fragments and soiled diaper (what an odd combination), and throwing it in the bin outside in the darkening parking lot.
     
    I continued to work on my crafts again, still going every hour or so, until I put on another diaper in the event that I somehow wet the bed, which I have never remembered doing in my life. I put on some music, and watched something on the tiny TV set, until I fell asleep, my first day being quite an adventure already.
     
    Day Two
    As day two began, I woke up to my alarm. I was still in a completely dry diaper, but really, really desperate from sleeping like a rock for 7 hours. I was painfully full for sure this time, and I could definitely feel my bladder bulging out. Good bladder. Why couldn’t you do this last night? I was at an 8/10, not too full. Usually I could easily do this without my bladder protesting for days afterwards, especially if I get painfully full in my sleep.
     
    I paced around, danced and squirmed as I awoke more fully, keeping my hands off and allowing myself to spurt long and freely for several seconds at a time whenever a strong urge came, until I was empty again, at a pace which did not cause any leaks. I walked around, enjoying the feeling, and after I finished, I discarded the used urinary receptacle, showered again, and got dressed.
     
    I got out my breakfast, cold cereal with milk, and started eating. 8 AM. I wanted to finish doing the crafts that I had started the other night while I ate breakfast, but found that it was taking a lot longer to finish what I wanted to do than I thought it would. So I began to pack up, as I had to check out before 10 AM or so. I started to pack up, leaving my cooler and perishables for last, as I loaded up my car. Doing a double-check to make sure I left nothing behind, I pissed one more time, before checking out, grabbing some free coffee, and departing once again towards my destination.
     
    After about half an hour, I realized I did forget something. I forgot to replace the light bulb that I broke. “Eh, it was burnt out anyways, they won’t miss it”, and kept on going. I took another highway this time, one that passed through many towns, and some pretty weird sights that I would bet were only seen in extremely rural areas… like a pickup truck towing a trailer with axles so wide they took up the entire road… those axles being full of nothing but giant rows of tires. I almost rear-ended the thing doing a double-take, it was so bizarre. Words are insufficient, but I was laughing too hard to think of taking pictures.
     
    An hour later, I entered the predicted path of totality, and things changed pretty quick. Almost immediately, I could see large, open fields full of cars, trucks, and people, with some places charging hundreds of dollars for the privilege of staying there the week. Damn, why didn’t I move here and think of that? I could have retired with the amount of money some of these people were probably making.
     
    Soon, I approached my destination town. I would have gotten there faster by the interstate, but then I would have missed all the weird and wonderful sights along the way! I entered the town, and it wasn’t too bad, I thought I could live here. There actually weren’t that many people here, as I thought might happen. Everyone was grouping themselves in the larger city that was more… convenient? It was closer to the freeway for sure, but finding space just to park there would be hell, I was sure.
     
    There certainly were more people than I thought would be natural for a town of this size, no doubt from people who were smart, like me, and chose a less crowded venue with almost identical conditions for eclipse-viewing. I proceeded to scout around, to find a decent place to set up camp for the night. There were plenty of spots in a Walmart parking lot, but I really didn’t feel like watching an eclipse there. But I did decide to do some last-minute research on my phone for taking pictures of the eclipse, as I began to eat some lunch.
     
    I went into the store, and grabbed myself a cheap zoom lens that clipped onto one’s phone, and a selfie stick of all things. I already had a tripod with me. I figured I could duct-tape the selfie stick to it, to provider a convenient way to mount my phone to take pictures. Imagine my surprise when I found the screw holes for the camera mount, and the selfie-stick clamp were identical. Cool! I can screw the mount onto the tri-pod, and use the selfie stick button to press the shutter! I also had a more sophisticated camera app than my phone came with, which allowed tons of different settings that I can’t be bothered to recall here. I was set.
     
    I continued to drive around the place, taking in the sights, nothing too eventful. Eventually I found an ideal place that let people park overnight for eclipse viewing for a small sum of money, and I took advantage. I began playing around with the camera settings, positioning the zoom lens, and cut a spare pair of eclipse glasses up to use as a solar filter for my zoom lens. The last thing I needed to do was burn a hole in my phone, after all. As the sun set, I practiced pointing my camera and taking pictures, and flipping obscene gestures at a large formation of approaching clouds.
     
    The place I was staying provided public bathrooms, so no Omorashi fantasies were going to come true this night, but I wasn’t concerned about that. I did put on another diaper for overnight, just because I could, in a bathroom stall. I put my cooler in my trunk, as I was intending to sleep in the back bench seat in my car.
     
    As night fell, I set my alarm for early in the morning, but found that I couldn’t fall asleep right away. Maybe it was the excitement… or maybe it was the seat belt buckle poking into my ribs. But either way, I felt like a little kid on Christmas eve. Eventually I fell into a restless sleep… to more Japanese anime music (“Don’t you listen to anything else?” “Um… no, not really.”), along with the probably 20 or so other people in the same parking lot.
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    Saltie got a reaction from i like wet bikinis in The Great American Peeclipse   
    Now its time for me to share my favorite experience of all time… and not just when it comes to Omorashi. Even if I hadn’t had the chance to indulge in my fetish, I still would have enjoyed it immensely. This takes place over the course of three days, last year in August, during a major event… Care to guess what event that was? Should be easy enough to guess. No? Okay, okay, I’ll tell you:
     
    The Great American Eclipse Peeclipse– Part 1
     
    I had only seen a total eclipse in videos and images before. Space was one of my favorite school subjects when I was younger. But I hadn't given thought to watching an eclipse before. Nor had I realized, until only several months beforehand, that there would be one within driving distance of me. The fact that I would be able to see one without traveling great distances or crossing international borders was all the motivation I needed to plan a getaway for myself, and possibly anyone who wanted to join me. So, I began to make preparations.
     
    Originally I was planning on making this a one-day trip. The center of totality was just over 200 miles away. I figured that I could go into work early, easily make it there, watch the eclipse, and head back to finish my shift, with approval from my boss. Then, a stray thought crossed my mind, that suddenly snowballed into this: “Good God man, what are you thinking? Do you think you’re going to be the ONLY person to go see this?” Then, the magnitude of what I needed to plan… eclipsed me. This was not going to be a one-day trip. Everybody and their mother, MILLIONS of people, were going to be traveling into the path of totality. Worst still, when that was over, a great number of those people would be jamming every square mile of the streets and Interstate between me and my home.
     
    The fact that the path of totality stretched across the entire continental US was perhaps the only thing that made it possible for me to travel there with only months preparation in the first place. Perhaps on the way up, it wouldn’t be so bad, as everybody trickled in from hotels and were perhaps already staying in their destination. But the way back would be Hell. Still, after much research, I figured that I could easily give myself a full day to return home. But I made this a three-day trip, to give myself time to breathe and enjoy myself for two days before the eclipse. I invited some friends and family to come with me, but they declined, convinced that viewing a partial eclipse would be enough. I tried to convince them to come with me, even though it would deprive me of an opportunity to do literally what ever I wanted in my own privacy. I wanted to share the experience with someone.
     
    Still, they either thought a partial eclipse was good enough, or they were otherwise too busy, or unwilling to accept my admittedly meager accommodations for the trip. Because I was unwilling to rent a hotel room for several thousand dollars anywhere within 30 miles of the line of totality, I settled for sleeping in the car on the eve of the eclipse. For the night before, however, I was able to arrange a hotel room somewhat close to my destination (which I shall keep a secret for privacy's sake) a couple months beforehand. Not cheap, I can assure you, but I could afford it at least. My destination was in rather remote territory in the Western US, north of a major city, or at least as major as it gets, but in a better position in the line of totality.
     
    The weeks went by, and I put together a list of things I would need to take with me: Clothes for four days (not three), several pairs of eclipse glasses, toiletries, emergency medical supplies, a blanket, a pillow (I wanted to be at least somewhat comfortable sleeping in a car), some reading material, my phone charger, and a week's worth of food and water. Just in case I encountered car trouble, I also brought a multi-tool, and an air pump, after checking every inch of my car over entirely. My second, much more guarded list included some things dedicated to the pursuit of my more private endeavors. Some diapers, for instance. Remember when I said the trip back would be Hell? For most people, it would. But I saw an opportunity to indulge in desperation while stuck in severe traffic. In addition, I brought along some personal crafting projects I was working on. I got everything non-perishable together the night before my trip, and loaded them. I was scheduled to work on the Saturday before, so I had to deal with that first before departing.
     
    Day One
    Upon waking up, I put all of my perishable items into a cooler with bottles of ice, put it in the car, and drove off to work. Upon arriving, I took everything out, and put everything in the fridge and freezer at work. Better to keep everything as cool as I possibly could before I departed. I worked my shift, which was until the middle of the afternoon, then repacked my cooler. Upon leaving work, I drove to the nearest gas station, to top off the tank one last time, check all of my automotive fluids, and my tires. After verifying that everything was in as good of shape as it could be, I got out my GPS, set my MP3 player to my favorite playlist of Anime songs (Japanese, of course), pulled out on to the highway, and began the journey of a lifetime...
     
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    Saltie reacted to Bulge_Lover in Does anyone else fantasise about others desperate?   
    Literally every single person who has ever visited this website has done that. That's literally our entire thing lmao.
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    Saltie got a reaction from Despgurl in The Measurement: My most desperate hour   
    I'm going to share my most desperate experience ever. This was almost 10 years ago, when I was about 19. One Friday, I figured it was a good day to do a measuring hold. I had the house to myself for the better part of the day, so it was the perfect time to do this. The premise was simple, hold it for absolutely as long as I possibly could, then pee into a large bottle and measure. Normally, when doing a hold I usually just held it until it was painful, then went, and by this time I could do this without much fuss. This time I intended to push myself to the point of wetting myself, except I would be prepared with a bottle when the time came. I planned this for a Friday, as I knew from prior experience that my bladder would go on strike for the next couple of days afterwards, especially pushing it as far as I intended to.
    I planned on wearing a Goodnite for this. Despite the fact that they were utterly worthless at holding my full bladder, I still liked the look of them, as I had for 4 years running now. After drinking a considerable amount of water over the course of an hour and a half, I went to the store to buy a new pack of Goodnites. Right before I got to the store, I was at a 5/10. Then suddenly it increased to a 7/10 and I had a very large spurt in my diaper before I could stop it. Intrigued, I thought there was no way all that water could have made me that desperate just yet. I figured I probably should have emptied myself before I started (my urges seem stronger the more concentrated my urine is), so when I got to the store, I went to the nice, private bathroom, let the rest out, and threw my used Goodnite away.
     
    I arrived back home with a new pack, and was at a 6/10 or so, so the water was now going through me. I put another diaper on, started working on my computer, mass organizing my files to keep myself busy, as I kept drinking to become fuller, until I had drunk roughly 50 ounces worth. Over the next half hour, I became increasingly desperate, held myself, squirmed around and crossed my legs, until finally I was at a 8/10 when I could no longer concentrate on my organization efforts half an hour later. I prepared my bottle, a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle, taking the cap off and putting it on the bathroom sink, but kept holding. I also set several thick towels on the floor from the door to the bathtub, just in case I was leaking when I went to measure in the bathtub.
    I was now holding myself occasionally, pacing, crossing my legs. I was desperate. I had to bend over a little to take some pressure off of my bladder. I could see my bladder protruding below my navel, and it was very painful. Risky though it was, in case my parents came home unexpectedly, I took off my pants, shirt, and underwear, and walked around just in a Goodnite. The pressure from their respective waist bands was just too much. In any case I would have wanted to remove them before measuring anyways, so as to not get pee all over them. My resolve wavering like it usually would at this point, I began to consider that this may be all that I could hope for, at a 9/10. So I took a picture of my bulging bladder with my crappy digital camera.

    Yes, that is actually a Girl's Goodnite. For some reason, I thought they worked better for things like this. After I took the picture, I looked at it real quick... the word 'picture' ran in my head... and suddenly an idea came to me. I turned on an episode of one of my favorite shows at the time, which was an hour long, commercials and all. I made myself a goal. I would hold it in, no matter what, until the end of this episode. One hour wasn’t unreasonable, I thought. It would also take my mind off my bladder. So I started watching, taking the remote and putting it up high on a shelf with a ladder, which I would no doubt be unable to carry back into the room near the end of the episode (this was recorded on a DVR... no need to fast forward it now...).
     
    So began my most desperate hour. I drank another 20 ounces of water or so (so about 2 liters worth over the course of about 3 hours by then), then I watched, in increasing pain and desperation. Over the course of the next 10 minutes, I held myself, danced and squirmed around, sat on my heel, sat on the corner of my desk, straddled the rim of the bathtub, etc. After those 10 minutes, nothing seemed to work to bring me relief, as I found the threshold for 10/10. 
    I then tried to lay down on my back in bed and hold myself, but my own belly skin, starting to sweat from the effort, pressed down on my bladder and caused a great deal more pain. But I stayed like this for a few seconds, amazed at how far the bulge stuck out in my quite thin form. I wanted to take another picture, but I was shaking now, and I couldn't stop moving enough to get my finger on a shutter button or hold a camera, never mind a clear shot. I tried to lay on my side, but that just made my bladder visibly shift to that side and hurt just as badly. It looked like a water balloon being held by the neck. Laying on my belly was obviously out of the question, but desperate for relief I tried anyways... the pressure on my dick might have helped me hold it, if only that same dick wasn't now being compressed my bladder and the bed, pushing into my bladder, which hurt like hell far before I put more than a little weight on it, so I had to stop. 
    So I moved to the very top of my bed, propped myself up with pillows, and tried to lay, half bent at the hips. This helped for a few minutes, as pee tried to run down my dick and I clamped down with all my strength and willpower and tried to watch the episode. After 5 minutes, even this position was too painful, so I got up and paced around, doubled over. I then sat on the edge of my chair and slouched back as my bladder settled down for a few minutes, and moved my legs up and down, and side to side randomly as I panted and whimpered, no longer able to watch the TV. I cradled and felt how full my bladder was, still moving my legs around as I could not stop even for an instant. I tried, and a little pee trickled out. I was easily as full as I had ever been. My bladder looked and felt like a small cantaloupe was protruding from my pelvis. Because of me being rather thin, it looked that much bigger in me, especially if I sucked what little gut I had inwards. That actually seemed to help relieve a bit the pressure, but I couldn't breathe if I kept doing that, lol.
     
    25 minutes into the episode, my bladder was back to protesting the agony it was in, and began to spasm. I was now squirming non-stop, rocking back and forth, tilting forward as much as my bladder would allow. I was still moving my legs around, but I couldn't cross them, as that put too much pressure on my bladder, which was now in near agony. I grimaced and whimpered, and held myself with each spasm of my distended bladder. I was very firmly at a 9.5/10 now. Any slight drop of my guard or concentration would have me wetting myself right there. A minute later, and I could no longer sit, it put too much pressure on my bladder.
    The remaining time was the most desperate I've ever been in my entire life, before and after. In another 5 minutes, I was staggering around my room, clutching at myself with both hands, at my mattress with one hand, back to me, at my chair with one hand, back to me, leaning on my desk for support, back to me; I could not stop moving even if I tried, and every movement seemed to send more pee cascading down into my poor bladder. I let go with both hands to support my increasingly exhausted self, and immediately started to leak out despite my best efforts to hold it back, and this was with my bladder not in spasm at the time, so I had to grab my crotch again. This was definitely my limit when not using extraordinary methods to hold it back. It felt incredible to leak out like this. I was in agony, I was no longer in full control, but I was loving every minute of it. I kept moaning to myself "Oh God I have to pee." I was panicky, I could feel the adrenaline. My heart was hammering fast in my chest from the effort, as if I were in the middle of running a mile... just what I needed, more blood for my kidneys to filter the water out of. It almost felt like it was hammering in my bladder too.
    35 minutes into the episode, and I felt like I was about to explode. 10.5/10. This pressure hurt almost as bad as when I jammed my middle finger trying to catch a basketball the wrong way. My pee would not stop running down my dick, and I had to put all of the pressure that I could, with whatever means necessary, on my crotch to keep the pee inside of me, and I wasn’t going to be successful for much longer. Every movement caused my bladder to shift what felt like 10 feet, when it was really a half an inch or less, as what felt like a bowling ball was suspended inside of me. I was wracked with unbearable pain in my bladder that made me moan and whimper. I couldn’t lay down, stand up straight, sit down upright, or cross my legs, or even hold myself properly because these all put too much pressure on my increasingly bulging bladder. Even straddling the edge of my bathtub somehow caused the bottom of my erect dick to press into the bottom of my bladder, making the pressure as unbearable as every other method I could think of. I couldn’t even breath very deeply because it caused more pain. "Oh, hurry the **** up and end so I can pee!", I moaned to the TV, while I leaked uncontrollably for a split second, as if it could do anything about it.
     
    Then I started to get near irresistible urges to bear down every time my bladder was in spasm. It was pain beyond anything I imagined would be possible during a hold. It was pain past endurance, as I moaned in agony and leaked out for a second as my sphincter released by itself, before I grabbed myself with both hands to stem the flow to a slight dribble. I struggled to resist the urges to push by breathing in and out shallowly and quickly, as my very distended bladder wouldn't let my lungs move down any further. I didn't like this. I felt if I bore down too hard, I would make myself explode, or hurt myself some other way. I breathed as if I were in labor... in fact this must be what it felt like to be in labor, I thought. I really, really wanted to make it to the end of the episode, but my body decided it simply had enough. It was now doing everything in its power, against my will, to force my pee out, and the sensations brought me to my knees.
    I kneeled at my bedside, my upper body resting on my mattress, as I held myself below the base of my penis in my crotch with both hands, trying to not let my forearms, the bed frame, or even so much as a speck of dust or a slight breeze touch my bulging bladder. I was uncontrollably rocking my hips from side to side, as I still could not stop moving, but I couldn't move my legs if I was knee-bound. My bladder was now in a continuous spasm, a completely rock solid mass extending two inches out and up to my navel. I kept trying to clamp back down with my sphincter, but every time I tried, it was met with uncontrollable urges to remain relaxed that I could not overpower, even with sheer force of will at the thought of wetting myself fully on my carpet. My willpower to withstand the pressure, and my concentration on holding myself, was failing. I was powerless to hold back two long spurts my Goodnite that saturated the front all the way to the edges during the next couple minutes.
    It was 45 minutes in, I was on the verge of completely wetting myself uncontrollably now. Still unable to get off my knees, I kept making grunting noises and gasping in agony, about to wet myself, and I decided this was the time to let it out and measure. Even though it was only 45 minutes into the episode, 15 measly minutes short of my goal, I could not bear it, nor hold it in, any longer. I shuffled, slowly, still on my knees, towards and onto the towel-laid bathroom floor just by my room. With every "step", I could feel my bladder moving, every jolt causing more pain and small leaks. Grabbing the bottle, I set it on the edge of the bathtub.
    My Goodnite was now quite wet from all the leaks. Then I felt a most peculiar pain just start to form above the right-hand side of my pelvis in my backside. I had been studying the biological aspect of Omorashi for some time now, and thought immediately what this had to mean: I was about to start backing up into my kidneys. This was it, this was my safe limit. I determined to my self long ago that, if I ever felt anything like this, and I was severely bursting to pee, I would stop holding, and go, no matter what. In public with no bathrooms, and no chance to get to one, I would have let go where I stood. 
    Just as I climbed into the bathtub, I felt my poor, distended, agonized bladder expedite the process for me with an almighty spasm. In any case, that self-imposed limitation didn't matter anyways. I absolutely could not hold it for one minute more, and if I tried to delay, It would all end up in the wrong place. Continuously moaning and on the verge of leaking again despite twisting myself up like a pretzel, holding myself over a thick Goodnite to try to hold it long enough to get in a position to measure, it was driving me insane. I was exploding. I was actually about to wet myself uncontrollably, despite my best efforts, for the first time in memory.
     
    I managed to grab the Gatorade bottle with one hand as I got on my knees, tore down my Goodnite, and performed a complicated set of gymnastics to maneuver my fully erect dick, which now dripped continuously into the bathtub, into the opening, Not at all an easy task, considering I could not stop moving in desperation, and my bladder wouldn't let me bend too far in any direction at the same time.  I got it, just as I couldn't hold it back another second, and it came out by itself. Almost clear, very slightly straw-colored pee slowly but surely came out, and was about to moan in relief. Until I stopped peeing. I couldn’t quite figure out why until I heard air hissing from the bottle. I released the seal that I had inadvertently made with the tip of my erect penis, which had enabled the pressure in there to hold it back, and my stream burst forth.
    I peed for the longest time. Holding myself up in the very awkward position I was in was too hard, but after a minute, my bladder allowed me to bend in just the right way to be able to go in an easier position. I peed another two minutes, moaning, still unable to stop moving because I was still desperate, until my bladder released all that it could in its overstretched state, just under 2/3 of the bottle. I waited about 3 minutes for my bladder to contract back down and regain enough strength to push the rest out. It was actually somewhat difficult after a couple minutes. It regained that strength alright, as a minute later I quickly put my now more maneuverable dick back in the opening just in time as I let out another quick, uncontrolled explosion, feeling even greater relief as I uncontrollably bore down yet again. I was afraid I might overfill the bottle, but a few seconds mater I had felt I had emptied myself enough so that would not quite happen. 
    I finished up, panting, waiting a few seconds, then letting go one last time and pushing what ever pee I could out into the bottle. The result was that I had filled a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle to just an inch and a half away from the top. I’d measured nearly a liter of pee. I had held considerably more until my first major leaks, if the puffy Goodnite bulging between my knees was taken into account. I was impressed with myself to say the least. My bladder was not.

    PS, by sheer luck, I was able to grab these images from another holding forum that I used to be a member of... only ever made three posts there, with nowhere near this kind of detail. That forum is now totally dead, had to find it via archive.org. 
    I was too exhausted to get out of the bathtub immediately. I pulled on my wet Goodnite, and sat there, on my knees, resting with my arms on the edge of the bathtub, my breathing and pounding heartbeat slowly returning to normal.  I remained there as I could hear the end credits rolling on the show I was watching. 5 minutes after the credits, my bladder, exhibiting "Post-hold volume reduction" once again, took matters into it's own hands and forced another full-force explosion of pee into my overfilled Goodnite, with it only catching a little bit before cascading out the bottom sides into the bathtub. So great was the relief that I orgasmed in the diaper with very little provocation afterwards. 
     
    Feeling just rested enough, I stood up. I took the soaked, dripping diaper off, and  carefully threw it in the trash. I proceeded to take a roughly 20 minute shower, uncontrollably wetting myself 15 minutes in after trying in vain to hold it back. After I got out, I proceeded to re-dress myself, but this time in a Depends taped brief, stuffed with another Goodnite, that I had set aside, not for the hold, but for the obvious protection I might need. I left it untaped for now. I cleaned everything up, took all of the garbages out, and afterwards sprinted back inside and just made it to the toilet 20 minutes later.
     
    I got into bed in utterly satisfied exhaustion, after having answered a call from my parents telling me they would be home in about 6 hours or so, my bladder quite irritated from the experience, but I didn't care. I set my alarm for 3 hours from then, in case they came home earlier than that, as I knew I would fall asleep from the glorious exhaustion I felt. I taped the brief up securely, then I started the episode up again to watch it properly, but fell asleep half way through... for about 15 minutes, until my bladder screamed at me to wake up because it was about a second away from exploding again. I didn't even have time to process what the hell was going on, or even to gasp, as I lost all control and exploded with even greater force into the new diaper for about a minute. Not even a vice grip could have stopped this full-blown bed-wetting. My pee was completely clear, hardly any smell at all, which I supposed was a good thing, since I could keep using the diaper. The relief overwhelmed me again, and I orgasmed again, before falling asleep yet again. I slept for a good hour this time. I'm not sure if I slept-wet, but I wouldn't have put it past my bladder to force the issue. 
    By the time my alarm did go off, an hour and a half after I had already woken up, I had flooded myself a good three times before it felt like all of the water had run through me, and my diaper looked almost fit to burst.  I massaged my still sore bladder as I went about my business, still wetting myself, but this time when I felt like it, as I was able to exert some more control. I wore Goodnites legitimately to bed the next few nights, afraid I would sleep wet in the presence of my family, but my bladder was kind enough to wake me well before it exploded, and I was able to walk urgently into the bathroom from then on during the next few days, only twice wetting myself like a small child in uncontrolled desperation when the bathroom was occupied for more than 5 minutes, until my bladder had mostly calmed down about 4 days later. 
     
    Now, if you'll excuse me, all this reminiscing and typing has made me really need to pee. 
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    Saltie reacted to BladderLad in The Measurement: My most desperate hour   
    Thanks! Amazing account 
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    Saltie got a reaction from luvmybladder4 in The Measurement: My most desperate hour   
    I'm going to share my most desperate experience ever. This was almost 10 years ago, when I was about 19. One Friday, I figured it was a good day to do a measuring hold. I had the house to myself for the better part of the day, so it was the perfect time to do this. The premise was simple, hold it for absolutely as long as I possibly could, then pee into a large bottle and measure. Normally, when doing a hold I usually just held it until it was painful, then went, and by this time I could do this without much fuss. This time I intended to push myself to the point of wetting myself, except I would be prepared with a bottle when the time came. I planned this for a Friday, as I knew from prior experience that my bladder would go on strike for the next couple of days afterwards, especially pushing it as far as I intended to.
    I planned on wearing a Goodnite for this. Despite the fact that they were utterly worthless at holding my full bladder, I still liked the look of them, as I had for 4 years running now. After drinking a considerable amount of water over the course of an hour and a half, I went to the store to buy a new pack of Goodnites. Right before I got to the store, I was at a 5/10. Then suddenly it increased to a 7/10 and I had a very large spurt in my diaper before I could stop it. Intrigued, I thought there was no way all that water could have made me that desperate just yet. I figured I probably should have emptied myself before I started (my urges seem stronger the more concentrated my urine is), so when I got to the store, I went to the nice, private bathroom, let the rest out, and threw my used Goodnite away.
     
    I arrived back home with a new pack, and was at a 6/10 or so, so the water was now going through me. I put another diaper on, started working on my computer, mass organizing my files to keep myself busy, as I kept drinking to become fuller, until I had drunk roughly 50 ounces worth. Over the next half hour, I became increasingly desperate, held myself, squirmed around and crossed my legs, until finally I was at a 8/10 when I could no longer concentrate on my organization efforts half an hour later. I prepared my bottle, a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle, taking the cap off and putting it on the bathroom sink, but kept holding. I also set several thick towels on the floor from the door to the bathtub, just in case I was leaking when I went to measure in the bathtub.
    I was now holding myself occasionally, pacing, crossing my legs. I was desperate. I had to bend over a little to take some pressure off of my bladder. I could see my bladder protruding below my navel, and it was very painful. Risky though it was, in case my parents came home unexpectedly, I took off my pants, shirt, and underwear, and walked around just in a Goodnite. The pressure from their respective waist bands was just too much. In any case I would have wanted to remove them before measuring anyways, so as to not get pee all over them. My resolve wavering like it usually would at this point, I began to consider that this may be all that I could hope for, at a 9/10. So I took a picture of my bulging bladder with my crappy digital camera.

    Yes, that is actually a Girl's Goodnite. For some reason, I thought they worked better for things like this. After I took the picture, I looked at it real quick... the word 'picture' ran in my head... and suddenly an idea came to me. I turned on an episode of one of my favorite shows at the time, which was an hour long, commercials and all. I made myself a goal. I would hold it in, no matter what, until the end of this episode. One hour wasn’t unreasonable, I thought. It would also take my mind off my bladder. So I started watching, taking the remote and putting it up high on a shelf with a ladder, which I would no doubt be unable to carry back into the room near the end of the episode (this was recorded on a DVR... no need to fast forward it now...).
     
    So began my most desperate hour. I drank another 20 ounces of water or so (so about 2 liters worth over the course of about 3 hours by then), then I watched, in increasing pain and desperation. Over the course of the next 10 minutes, I held myself, danced and squirmed around, sat on my heel, sat on the corner of my desk, straddled the rim of the bathtub, etc. After those 10 minutes, nothing seemed to work to bring me relief, as I found the threshold for 10/10. 
    I then tried to lay down on my back in bed and hold myself, but my own belly skin, starting to sweat from the effort, pressed down on my bladder and caused a great deal more pain. But I stayed like this for a few seconds, amazed at how far the bulge stuck out in my quite thin form. I wanted to take another picture, but I was shaking now, and I couldn't stop moving enough to get my finger on a shutter button or hold a camera, never mind a clear shot. I tried to lay on my side, but that just made my bladder visibly shift to that side and hurt just as badly. It looked like a water balloon being held by the neck. Laying on my belly was obviously out of the question, but desperate for relief I tried anyways... the pressure on my dick might have helped me hold it, if only that same dick wasn't now being compressed my bladder and the bed, pushing into my bladder, which hurt like hell far before I put more than a little weight on it, so I had to stop. 
    So I moved to the very top of my bed, propped myself up with pillows, and tried to lay, half bent at the hips. This helped for a few minutes, as pee tried to run down my dick and I clamped down with all my strength and willpower and tried to watch the episode. After 5 minutes, even this position was too painful, so I got up and paced around, doubled over. I then sat on the edge of my chair and slouched back as my bladder settled down for a few minutes, and moved my legs up and down, and side to side randomly as I panted and whimpered, no longer able to watch the TV. I cradled and felt how full my bladder was, still moving my legs around as I could not stop even for an instant. I tried, and a little pee trickled out. I was easily as full as I had ever been. My bladder looked and felt like a small cantaloupe was protruding from my pelvis. Because of me being rather thin, it looked that much bigger in me, especially if I sucked what little gut I had inwards. That actually seemed to help relieve a bit the pressure, but I couldn't breathe if I kept doing that, lol.
     
    25 minutes into the episode, my bladder was back to protesting the agony it was in, and began to spasm. I was now squirming non-stop, rocking back and forth, tilting forward as much as my bladder would allow. I was still moving my legs around, but I couldn't cross them, as that put too much pressure on my bladder, which was now in near agony. I grimaced and whimpered, and held myself with each spasm of my distended bladder. I was very firmly at a 9.5/10 now. Any slight drop of my guard or concentration would have me wetting myself right there. A minute later, and I could no longer sit, it put too much pressure on my bladder.
    The remaining time was the most desperate I've ever been in my entire life, before and after. In another 5 minutes, I was staggering around my room, clutching at myself with both hands, at my mattress with one hand, back to me, at my chair with one hand, back to me, leaning on my desk for support, back to me; I could not stop moving even if I tried, and every movement seemed to send more pee cascading down into my poor bladder. I let go with both hands to support my increasingly exhausted self, and immediately started to leak out despite my best efforts to hold it back, and this was with my bladder not in spasm at the time, so I had to grab my crotch again. This was definitely my limit when not using extraordinary methods to hold it back. It felt incredible to leak out like this. I was in agony, I was no longer in full control, but I was loving every minute of it. I kept moaning to myself "Oh God I have to pee." I was panicky, I could feel the adrenaline. My heart was hammering fast in my chest from the effort, as if I were in the middle of running a mile... just what I needed, more blood for my kidneys to filter the water out of. It almost felt like it was hammering in my bladder too.
    35 minutes into the episode, and I felt like I was about to explode. 10.5/10. This pressure hurt almost as bad as when I jammed my middle finger trying to catch a basketball the wrong way. My pee would not stop running down my dick, and I had to put all of the pressure that I could, with whatever means necessary, on my crotch to keep the pee inside of me, and I wasn’t going to be successful for much longer. Every movement caused my bladder to shift what felt like 10 feet, when it was really a half an inch or less, as what felt like a bowling ball was suspended inside of me. I was wracked with unbearable pain in my bladder that made me moan and whimper. I couldn’t lay down, stand up straight, sit down upright, or cross my legs, or even hold myself properly because these all put too much pressure on my increasingly bulging bladder. Even straddling the edge of my bathtub somehow caused the bottom of my erect dick to press into the bottom of my bladder, making the pressure as unbearable as every other method I could think of. I couldn’t even breath very deeply because it caused more pain. "Oh, hurry the **** up and end so I can pee!", I moaned to the TV, while I leaked uncontrollably for a split second, as if it could do anything about it.
     
    Then I started to get near irresistible urges to bear down every time my bladder was in spasm. It was pain beyond anything I imagined would be possible during a hold. It was pain past endurance, as I moaned in agony and leaked out for a second as my sphincter released by itself, before I grabbed myself with both hands to stem the flow to a slight dribble. I struggled to resist the urges to push by breathing in and out shallowly and quickly, as my very distended bladder wouldn't let my lungs move down any further. I didn't like this. I felt if I bore down too hard, I would make myself explode, or hurt myself some other way. I breathed as if I were in labor... in fact this must be what it felt like to be in labor, I thought. I really, really wanted to make it to the end of the episode, but my body decided it simply had enough. It was now doing everything in its power, against my will, to force my pee out, and the sensations brought me to my knees.
    I kneeled at my bedside, my upper body resting on my mattress, as I held myself below the base of my penis in my crotch with both hands, trying to not let my forearms, the bed frame, or even so much as a speck of dust or a slight breeze touch my bulging bladder. I was uncontrollably rocking my hips from side to side, as I still could not stop moving, but I couldn't move my legs if I was knee-bound. My bladder was now in a continuous spasm, a completely rock solid mass extending two inches out and up to my navel. I kept trying to clamp back down with my sphincter, but every time I tried, it was met with uncontrollable urges to remain relaxed that I could not overpower, even with sheer force of will at the thought of wetting myself fully on my carpet. My willpower to withstand the pressure, and my concentration on holding myself, was failing. I was powerless to hold back two long spurts my Goodnite that saturated the front all the way to the edges during the next couple minutes.
    It was 45 minutes in, I was on the verge of completely wetting myself uncontrollably now. Still unable to get off my knees, I kept making grunting noises and gasping in agony, about to wet myself, and I decided this was the time to let it out and measure. Even though it was only 45 minutes into the episode, 15 measly minutes short of my goal, I could not bear it, nor hold it in, any longer. I shuffled, slowly, still on my knees, towards and onto the towel-laid bathroom floor just by my room. With every "step", I could feel my bladder moving, every jolt causing more pain and small leaks. Grabbing the bottle, I set it on the edge of the bathtub.
    My Goodnite was now quite wet from all the leaks. Then I felt a most peculiar pain just start to form above the right-hand side of my pelvis in my backside. I had been studying the biological aspect of Omorashi for some time now, and thought immediately what this had to mean: I was about to start backing up into my kidneys. This was it, this was my safe limit. I determined to my self long ago that, if I ever felt anything like this, and I was severely bursting to pee, I would stop holding, and go, no matter what. In public with no bathrooms, and no chance to get to one, I would have let go where I stood. 
    Just as I climbed into the bathtub, I felt my poor, distended, agonized bladder expedite the process for me with an almighty spasm. In any case, that self-imposed limitation didn't matter anyways. I absolutely could not hold it for one minute more, and if I tried to delay, It would all end up in the wrong place. Continuously moaning and on the verge of leaking again despite twisting myself up like a pretzel, holding myself over a thick Goodnite to try to hold it long enough to get in a position to measure, it was driving me insane. I was exploding. I was actually about to wet myself uncontrollably, despite my best efforts, for the first time in memory.
     
    I managed to grab the Gatorade bottle with one hand as I got on my knees, tore down my Goodnite, and performed a complicated set of gymnastics to maneuver my fully erect dick, which now dripped continuously into the bathtub, into the opening, Not at all an easy task, considering I could not stop moving in desperation, and my bladder wouldn't let me bend too far in any direction at the same time.  I got it, just as I couldn't hold it back another second, and it came out by itself. Almost clear, very slightly straw-colored pee slowly but surely came out, and was about to moan in relief. Until I stopped peeing. I couldn’t quite figure out why until I heard air hissing from the bottle. I released the seal that I had inadvertently made with the tip of my erect penis, which had enabled the pressure in there to hold it back, and my stream burst forth.
    I peed for the longest time. Holding myself up in the very awkward position I was in was too hard, but after a minute, my bladder allowed me to bend in just the right way to be able to go in an easier position. I peed another two minutes, moaning, still unable to stop moving because I was still desperate, until my bladder released all that it could in its overstretched state, just under 2/3 of the bottle. I waited about 3 minutes for my bladder to contract back down and regain enough strength to push the rest out. It was actually somewhat difficult after a couple minutes. It regained that strength alright, as a minute later I quickly put my now more maneuverable dick back in the opening just in time as I let out another quick, uncontrolled explosion, feeling even greater relief as I uncontrollably bore down yet again. I was afraid I might overfill the bottle, but a few seconds mater I had felt I had emptied myself enough so that would not quite happen. 
    I finished up, panting, waiting a few seconds, then letting go one last time and pushing what ever pee I could out into the bottle. The result was that I had filled a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle to just an inch and a half away from the top. I’d measured nearly a liter of pee. I had held considerably more until my first major leaks, if the puffy Goodnite bulging between my knees was taken into account. I was impressed with myself to say the least. My bladder was not.

    PS, by sheer luck, I was able to grab these images from another holding forum that I used to be a member of... only ever made three posts there, with nowhere near this kind of detail. That forum is now totally dead, had to find it via archive.org. 
    I was too exhausted to get out of the bathtub immediately. I pulled on my wet Goodnite, and sat there, on my knees, resting with my arms on the edge of the bathtub, my breathing and pounding heartbeat slowly returning to normal.  I remained there as I could hear the end credits rolling on the show I was watching. 5 minutes after the credits, my bladder, exhibiting "Post-hold volume reduction" once again, took matters into it's own hands and forced another full-force explosion of pee into my overfilled Goodnite, with it only catching a little bit before cascading out the bottom sides into the bathtub. So great was the relief that I orgasmed in the diaper with very little provocation afterwards. 
     
    Feeling just rested enough, I stood up. I took the soaked, dripping diaper off, and  carefully threw it in the trash. I proceeded to take a roughly 20 minute shower, uncontrollably wetting myself 15 minutes in after trying in vain to hold it back. After I got out, I proceeded to re-dress myself, but this time in a Depends taped brief, stuffed with another Goodnite, that I had set aside, not for the hold, but for the obvious protection I might need. I left it untaped for now. I cleaned everything up, took all of the garbages out, and afterwards sprinted back inside and just made it to the toilet 20 minutes later.
     
    I got into bed in utterly satisfied exhaustion, after having answered a call from my parents telling me they would be home in about 6 hours or so, my bladder quite irritated from the experience, but I didn't care. I set my alarm for 3 hours from then, in case they came home earlier than that, as I knew I would fall asleep from the glorious exhaustion I felt. I taped the brief up securely, then I started the episode up again to watch it properly, but fell asleep half way through... for about 15 minutes, until my bladder screamed at me to wake up because it was about a second away from exploding again. I didn't even have time to process what the hell was going on, or even to gasp, as I lost all control and exploded with even greater force into the new diaper for about a minute. Not even a vice grip could have stopped this full-blown bed-wetting. My pee was completely clear, hardly any smell at all, which I supposed was a good thing, since I could keep using the diaper. The relief overwhelmed me again, and I orgasmed again, before falling asleep yet again. I slept for a good hour this time. I'm not sure if I slept-wet, but I wouldn't have put it past my bladder to force the issue. 
    By the time my alarm did go off, an hour and a half after I had already woken up, I had flooded myself a good three times before it felt like all of the water had run through me, and my diaper looked almost fit to burst.  I massaged my still sore bladder as I went about my business, still wetting myself, but this time when I felt like it, as I was able to exert some more control. I wore Goodnites legitimately to bed the next few nights, afraid I would sleep wet in the presence of my family, but my bladder was kind enough to wake me well before it exploded, and I was able to walk urgently into the bathroom from then on during the next few days, only twice wetting myself like a small child in uncontrolled desperation when the bathroom was occupied for more than 5 minutes, until my bladder had mostly calmed down about 4 days later. 
     
    Now, if you'll excuse me, all this reminiscing and typing has made me really need to pee. 
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    Saltie got a reaction from Ishimura in The Measurement: My most desperate hour   
    I'm going to share my most desperate experience ever. This was almost 10 years ago, when I was about 19. One Friday, I figured it was a good day to do a measuring hold. I had the house to myself for the better part of the day, so it was the perfect time to do this. The premise was simple, hold it for absolutely as long as I possibly could, then pee into a large bottle and measure. Normally, when doing a hold I usually just held it until it was painful, then went, and by this time I could do this without much fuss. This time I intended to push myself to the point of wetting myself, except I would be prepared with a bottle when the time came. I planned this for a Friday, as I knew from prior experience that my bladder would go on strike for the next couple of days afterwards, especially pushing it as far as I intended to.
    I planned on wearing a Goodnite for this. Despite the fact that they were utterly worthless at holding my full bladder, I still liked the look of them, as I had for 4 years running now. After drinking a considerable amount of water over the course of an hour and a half, I went to the store to buy a new pack of Goodnites. Right before I got to the store, I was at a 5/10. Then suddenly it increased to a 7/10 and I had a very large spurt in my diaper before I could stop it. Intrigued, I thought there was no way all that water could have made me that desperate just yet. I figured I probably should have emptied myself before I started (my urges seem stronger the more concentrated my urine is), so when I got to the store, I went to the nice, private bathroom, let the rest out, and threw my used Goodnite away.
     
    I arrived back home with a new pack, and was at a 6/10 or so, so the water was now going through me. I put another diaper on, started working on my computer, mass organizing my files to keep myself busy, as I kept drinking to become fuller, until I had drunk roughly 50 ounces worth. Over the next half hour, I became increasingly desperate, held myself, squirmed around and crossed my legs, until finally I was at a 8/10 when I could no longer concentrate on my organization efforts half an hour later. I prepared my bottle, a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle, taking the cap off and putting it on the bathroom sink, but kept holding. I also set several thick towels on the floor from the door to the bathtub, just in case I was leaking when I went to measure in the bathtub.
    I was now holding myself occasionally, pacing, crossing my legs. I was desperate. I had to bend over a little to take some pressure off of my bladder. I could see my bladder protruding below my navel, and it was very painful. Risky though it was, in case my parents came home unexpectedly, I took off my pants, shirt, and underwear, and walked around just in a Goodnite. The pressure from their respective waist bands was just too much. In any case I would have wanted to remove them before measuring anyways, so as to not get pee all over them. My resolve wavering like it usually would at this point, I began to consider that this may be all that I could hope for, at a 9/10. So I took a picture of my bulging bladder with my crappy digital camera.

    Yes, that is actually a Girl's Goodnite. For some reason, I thought they worked better for things like this. After I took the picture, I looked at it real quick... the word 'picture' ran in my head... and suddenly an idea came to me. I turned on an episode of one of my favorite shows at the time, which was an hour long, commercials and all. I made myself a goal. I would hold it in, no matter what, until the end of this episode. One hour wasn’t unreasonable, I thought. It would also take my mind off my bladder. So I started watching, taking the remote and putting it up high on a shelf with a ladder, which I would no doubt be unable to carry back into the room near the end of the episode (this was recorded on a DVR... no need to fast forward it now...).
     
    So began my most desperate hour. I drank another 20 ounces of water or so (so about 2 liters worth over the course of about 3 hours by then), then I watched, in increasing pain and desperation. Over the course of the next 10 minutes, I held myself, danced and squirmed around, sat on my heel, sat on the corner of my desk, straddled the rim of the bathtub, etc. After those 10 minutes, nothing seemed to work to bring me relief, as I found the threshold for 10/10. 
    I then tried to lay down on my back in bed and hold myself, but my own belly skin, starting to sweat from the effort, pressed down on my bladder and caused a great deal more pain. But I stayed like this for a few seconds, amazed at how far the bulge stuck out in my quite thin form. I wanted to take another picture, but I was shaking now, and I couldn't stop moving enough to get my finger on a shutter button or hold a camera, never mind a clear shot. I tried to lay on my side, but that just made my bladder visibly shift to that side and hurt just as badly. It looked like a water balloon being held by the neck. Laying on my belly was obviously out of the question, but desperate for relief I tried anyways... the pressure on my dick might have helped me hold it, if only that same dick wasn't now being compressed my bladder and the bed, pushing into my bladder, which hurt like hell far before I put more than a little weight on it, so I had to stop. 
    So I moved to the very top of my bed, propped myself up with pillows, and tried to lay, half bent at the hips. This helped for a few minutes, as pee tried to run down my dick and I clamped down with all my strength and willpower and tried to watch the episode. After 5 minutes, even this position was too painful, so I got up and paced around, doubled over. I then sat on the edge of my chair and slouched back as my bladder settled down for a few minutes, and moved my legs up and down, and side to side randomly as I panted and whimpered, no longer able to watch the TV. I cradled and felt how full my bladder was, still moving my legs around as I could not stop even for an instant. I tried, and a little pee trickled out. I was easily as full as I had ever been. My bladder looked and felt like a small cantaloupe was protruding from my pelvis. Because of me being rather thin, it looked that much bigger in me, especially if I sucked what little gut I had inwards. That actually seemed to help relieve a bit the pressure, but I couldn't breathe if I kept doing that, lol.
     
    25 minutes into the episode, my bladder was back to protesting the agony it was in, and began to spasm. I was now squirming non-stop, rocking back and forth, tilting forward as much as my bladder would allow. I was still moving my legs around, but I couldn't cross them, as that put too much pressure on my bladder, which was now in near agony. I grimaced and whimpered, and held myself with each spasm of my distended bladder. I was very firmly at a 9.5/10 now. Any slight drop of my guard or concentration would have me wetting myself right there. A minute later, and I could no longer sit, it put too much pressure on my bladder.
    The remaining time was the most desperate I've ever been in my entire life, before and after. In another 5 minutes, I was staggering around my room, clutching at myself with both hands, at my mattress with one hand, back to me, at my chair with one hand, back to me, leaning on my desk for support, back to me; I could not stop moving even if I tried, and every movement seemed to send more pee cascading down into my poor bladder. I let go with both hands to support my increasingly exhausted self, and immediately started to leak out despite my best efforts to hold it back, and this was with my bladder not in spasm at the time, so I had to grab my crotch again. This was definitely my limit when not using extraordinary methods to hold it back. It felt incredible to leak out like this. I was in agony, I was no longer in full control, but I was loving every minute of it. I kept moaning to myself "Oh God I have to pee." I was panicky, I could feel the adrenaline. My heart was hammering fast in my chest from the effort, as if I were in the middle of running a mile... just what I needed, more blood for my kidneys to filter the water out of. It almost felt like it was hammering in my bladder too.
    35 minutes into the episode, and I felt like I was about to explode. 10.5/10. This pressure hurt almost as bad as when I jammed my middle finger trying to catch a basketball the wrong way. My pee would not stop running down my dick, and I had to put all of the pressure that I could, with whatever means necessary, on my crotch to keep the pee inside of me, and I wasn’t going to be successful for much longer. Every movement caused my bladder to shift what felt like 10 feet, when it was really a half an inch or less, as what felt like a bowling ball was suspended inside of me. I was wracked with unbearable pain in my bladder that made me moan and whimper. I couldn’t lay down, stand up straight, sit down upright, or cross my legs, or even hold myself properly because these all put too much pressure on my increasingly bulging bladder. Even straddling the edge of my bathtub somehow caused the bottom of my erect dick to press into the bottom of my bladder, making the pressure as unbearable as every other method I could think of. I couldn’t even breath very deeply because it caused more pain. "Oh, hurry the **** up and end so I can pee!", I moaned to the TV, while I leaked uncontrollably for a split second, as if it could do anything about it.
     
    Then I started to get near irresistible urges to bear down every time my bladder was in spasm. It was pain beyond anything I imagined would be possible during a hold. It was pain past endurance, as I moaned in agony and leaked out for a second as my sphincter released by itself, before I grabbed myself with both hands to stem the flow to a slight dribble. I struggled to resist the urges to push by breathing in and out shallowly and quickly, as my very distended bladder wouldn't let my lungs move down any further. I didn't like this. I felt if I bore down too hard, I would make myself explode, or hurt myself some other way. I breathed as if I were in labor... in fact this must be what it felt like to be in labor, I thought. I really, really wanted to make it to the end of the episode, but my body decided it simply had enough. It was now doing everything in its power, against my will, to force my pee out, and the sensations brought me to my knees.
    I kneeled at my bedside, my upper body resting on my mattress, as I held myself below the base of my penis in my crotch with both hands, trying to not let my forearms, the bed frame, or even so much as a speck of dust or a slight breeze touch my bulging bladder. I was uncontrollably rocking my hips from side to side, as I still could not stop moving, but I couldn't move my legs if I was knee-bound. My bladder was now in a continuous spasm, a completely rock solid mass extending two inches out and up to my navel. I kept trying to clamp back down with my sphincter, but every time I tried, it was met with uncontrollable urges to remain relaxed that I could not overpower, even with sheer force of will at the thought of wetting myself fully on my carpet. My willpower to withstand the pressure, and my concentration on holding myself, was failing. I was powerless to hold back two long spurts my Goodnite that saturated the front all the way to the edges during the next couple minutes.
    It was 45 minutes in, I was on the verge of completely wetting myself uncontrollably now. Still unable to get off my knees, I kept making grunting noises and gasping in agony, about to wet myself, and I decided this was the time to let it out and measure. Even though it was only 45 minutes into the episode, 15 measly minutes short of my goal, I could not bear it, nor hold it in, any longer. I shuffled, slowly, still on my knees, towards and onto the towel-laid bathroom floor just by my room. With every "step", I could feel my bladder moving, every jolt causing more pain and small leaks. Grabbing the bottle, I set it on the edge of the bathtub.
    My Goodnite was now quite wet from all the leaks. Then I felt a most peculiar pain just start to form above the right-hand side of my pelvis in my backside. I had been studying the biological aspect of Omorashi for some time now, and thought immediately what this had to mean: I was about to start backing up into my kidneys. This was it, this was my safe limit. I determined to my self long ago that, if I ever felt anything like this, and I was severely bursting to pee, I would stop holding, and go, no matter what. In public with no bathrooms, and no chance to get to one, I would have let go where I stood. 
    Just as I climbed into the bathtub, I felt my poor, distended, agonized bladder expedite the process for me with an almighty spasm. In any case, that self-imposed limitation didn't matter anyways. I absolutely could not hold it for one minute more, and if I tried to delay, It would all end up in the wrong place. Continuously moaning and on the verge of leaking again despite twisting myself up like a pretzel, holding myself over a thick Goodnite to try to hold it long enough to get in a position to measure, it was driving me insane. I was exploding. I was actually about to wet myself uncontrollably, despite my best efforts, for the first time in memory.
     
    I managed to grab the Gatorade bottle with one hand as I got on my knees, tore down my Goodnite, and performed a complicated set of gymnastics to maneuver my fully erect dick, which now dripped continuously into the bathtub, into the opening, Not at all an easy task, considering I could not stop moving in desperation, and my bladder wouldn't let me bend too far in any direction at the same time.  I got it, just as I couldn't hold it back another second, and it came out by itself. Almost clear, very slightly straw-colored pee slowly but surely came out, and was about to moan in relief. Until I stopped peeing. I couldn’t quite figure out why until I heard air hissing from the bottle. I released the seal that I had inadvertently made with the tip of my erect penis, which had enabled the pressure in there to hold it back, and my stream burst forth.
    I peed for the longest time. Holding myself up in the very awkward position I was in was too hard, but after a minute, my bladder allowed me to bend in just the right way to be able to go in an easier position. I peed another two minutes, moaning, still unable to stop moving because I was still desperate, until my bladder released all that it could in its overstretched state, just under 2/3 of the bottle. I waited about 3 minutes for my bladder to contract back down and regain enough strength to push the rest out. It was actually somewhat difficult after a couple minutes. It regained that strength alright, as a minute later I quickly put my now more maneuverable dick back in the opening just in time as I let out another quick, uncontrolled explosion, feeling even greater relief as I uncontrollably bore down yet again. I was afraid I might overfill the bottle, but a few seconds mater I had felt I had emptied myself enough so that would not quite happen. 
    I finished up, panting, waiting a few seconds, then letting go one last time and pushing what ever pee I could out into the bottle. The result was that I had filled a 32 ounce Gatorade bottle to just an inch and a half away from the top. I’d measured nearly a liter of pee. I had held considerably more until my first major leaks, if the puffy Goodnite bulging between my knees was taken into account. I was impressed with myself to say the least. My bladder was not.

    PS, by sheer luck, I was able to grab these images from another holding forum that I used to be a member of... only ever made three posts there, with nowhere near this kind of detail. That forum is now totally dead, had to find it via archive.org. 
    I was too exhausted to get out of the bathtub immediately. I pulled on my wet Goodnite, and sat there, on my knees, resting with my arms on the edge of the bathtub, my breathing and pounding heartbeat slowly returning to normal.  I remained there as I could hear the end credits rolling on the show I was watching. 5 minutes after the credits, my bladder, exhibiting "Post-hold volume reduction" once again, took matters into it's own hands and forced another full-force explosion of pee into my overfilled Goodnite, with it only catching a little bit before cascading out the bottom sides into the bathtub. So great was the relief that I orgasmed in the diaper with very little provocation afterwards. 
     
    Feeling just rested enough, I stood up. I took the soaked, dripping diaper off, and  carefully threw it in the trash. I proceeded to take a roughly 20 minute shower, uncontrollably wetting myself 15 minutes in after trying in vain to hold it back. After I got out, I proceeded to re-dress myself, but this time in a Depends taped brief, stuffed with another Goodnite, that I had set aside, not for the hold, but for the obvious protection I might need. I left it untaped for now. I cleaned everything up, took all of the garbages out, and afterwards sprinted back inside and just made it to the toilet 20 minutes later.
     
    I got into bed in utterly satisfied exhaustion, after having answered a call from my parents telling me they would be home in about 6 hours or so, my bladder quite irritated from the experience, but I didn't care. I set my alarm for 3 hours from then, in case they came home earlier than that, as I knew I would fall asleep from the glorious exhaustion I felt. I taped the brief up securely, then I started the episode up again to watch it properly, but fell asleep half way through... for about 15 minutes, until my bladder screamed at me to wake up because it was about a second away from exploding again. I didn't even have time to process what the hell was going on, or even to gasp, as I lost all control and exploded with even greater force into the new diaper for about a minute. Not even a vice grip could have stopped this full-blown bed-wetting. My pee was completely clear, hardly any smell at all, which I supposed was a good thing, since I could keep using the diaper. The relief overwhelmed me again, and I orgasmed again, before falling asleep yet again. I slept for a good hour this time. I'm not sure if I slept-wet, but I wouldn't have put it past my bladder to force the issue. 
    By the time my alarm did go off, an hour and a half after I had already woken up, I had flooded myself a good three times before it felt like all of the water had run through me, and my diaper looked almost fit to burst.  I massaged my still sore bladder as I went about my business, still wetting myself, but this time when I felt like it, as I was able to exert some more control. I wore Goodnites legitimately to bed the next few nights, afraid I would sleep wet in the presence of my family, but my bladder was kind enough to wake me well before it exploded, and I was able to walk urgently into the bathroom from then on during the next few days, only twice wetting myself like a small child in uncontrolled desperation when the bathroom was occupied for more than 5 minutes, until my bladder had mostly calmed down about 4 days later. 
     
    Now, if you'll excuse me, all this reminiscing and typing has made me really need to pee. 
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    I'll give a little bit of context here so this story makes a little bit more sense to all y'all that don't know my situation. I'm a college student, as is my older sister, and since we both attend the same university, we just ended up getting an apartment together in order to cut down on living expenses. We've always been pretty close, sharing our secrets (and sometimes even showers when we were younger and off camping where said showers were a hot commodity for the beach-goers and hikers). However, with our varying class and job schedules, we really don't get the chance to see each other much, and we both usually jump at the opportunity to hang out and gossip about classes and whatnot together. 
    My sister, Kat, is not aware of my omo fetish, however, since I've been keeping that one a secret from her. It hasn't been hard, really, considering how much she usually works. She's usually out of the apartment more than she's in, and we always tell each other our schedules so we can plan times to hang out for a while and whatnot. I usually just plan my holds around when she's out, since I'd prefer never having to explain that one to my sister, of all people. 
    Usually, she sticks pretty rigidly to her schedule, so I assumed today would be no exception. Just today, she told me she was planning to be out until the evening hours, and since it was one of my few days with nothing planned, I decided it would be the perfect time for a hold.
    I started off pretty easy around ten in the morning, when I woke up. I was planning to just do a ten hour hold (until 8), and cut it about an hour short before Kat planned to get home. Just in case she was lucky enough to get let out of class early, I didn't want to still be doing my hold if she got back early. Since I'm still a bit of an amateur, I started off slow in the morning, just drinking regular amounts whenever I was thirsty. I didn't really start feeling the need to go until around noon, but it was still quite easy for me to ignore at that time.
    I ate a simple lunch, drank some more water, and continued about my day normally. Around two, I started with the tea. Anyone that knows me is well aware that I'm a huge tea drinker, and I could down a solid litre or two of tea a day if I didn't usually contain myself. Today, I chose to drink one of my favourite teas, a lovely cinnamon apple that really fit the cooler autumn weather. I prepared a large mug and downed it rather quickly. 
    This was followed with more water and two more cups of tea throughout the afternoon hours. Even though I do have a larger than average bladder, I was definitely struggling by the time the afternoon was winding down. The tea was taking its toll on my bladder, and I was finding it difficult to concentrate on my current quest in Breath of the Wild (I had been playing the game for a while that afternoon, as I have always found gaming a good distraction during a hold!) 
    When I pressed lightly on my bladder, it was starting to feel quite firm. Not quite to the point where it was painful to the touch, but enough to draw a small whimper of desperation out of me. I downed another bottle of water for good measure before moving on to what I'd like to consider a bit of a final challenge for my hold. 
    At about half an hour until five, I stepped into the shower for a nice evening wash, determined to hold it the entire time. The instant I stepped into the warm water (or, really, the instant I turned it on), I felt jolts of protest in my bladder, but I managed to keep control as I went about my normal shower routine, scrubbing down my hair and body. I'm almost positive that I leaked at one point, since the water pounding on my too-full bladder easily shot my desperation right up the scale to the point where I was positive I would burst any second. It was next to impossible to even concentrate on cleaning myself, so I rushed as much as I physically could in order to get the heck out of there before I wet myself entirely.
    Somehow, I managed to stop myself from completely letting go, but I was shivering out of pure desperation by the time I shut the water off. I could barely even stand still for fear of completely losing it. I was worried I had pushed myself a bit too far this time, and I would end up making a mess all over the bathroom floor before I could even get my towel secured around me. However, I really should never underestimate the abilities of sheer stubborn willpower, because I was able to dry myself off and head over to my room to get changed into the clothes I had already laid out. 
    Each step was complete agony, with my bladder as heavy as a rock in my abdomen and so swollen that it begged for release with every step I took. However, even that couldn't compare to the dread that completely filled me the moment I heard the sound of keys turning in the lock on the front door. I took the few seconds I had before my sister came into the apartment to dash back to my room, the shock causing me to leak slightly. I only barely caught it with my towel, leaving the floor (thankfully) dry.
    I prayed that she wouldn't come into my room, but even with the door shut, she still burst in without even knocking, as is signature of her. I could feel a blush of embarrassment colouring my cheeks as my panic slowly rose, hoping that she wouldn't notice the very obvious bulge under my towel caused by my swollen bladder. I suppose I should just count myself lucky that she becomes quite unobservant when she's angry about something, because at the time, she was already ranting about some event at work that day.
    Honestly, I was so focused on not leaking a single drop that I was barely even paying attention to what she said, but I'm fairly sure it was about one of her coworkers idiocy. I was wiggling slightly where I sat on my bed, unable to keep completely still, but I'm a naturally fidgety person, so whether through a complete miracle or just my sister's complete blindness, my desperation managed to go unnoticed by her.
    I thought I would be in the free as soon as she finished her rant, but no such luck. Kat would never come home just to rant, after all. She always has some plan on her mind.
    Today, it was a surprise takeout dinner at the house while watching an episode or two of her current binge show, Grey's Anatomy. I couldn't exactly say no, considering that I would usually jump at a chance to spend time with her, so I had to grit my teeth to smile through a pained "yes". 
    Some part of my mind had already decided that I wasn't even going to think about dashing off to the bathroom when Kat was here, as I refused to let this surprise ruin my hold. Besides, I knew that if I could actually make it through dinner with her, it would be a real story to tell. I simply couldn't resist the challenge, and within seconds, my entire mind was made up. I was either going to survive this hold or die of embarrassment trying.
    Kat left my room so I could get changed, and out of a moment of pure, stupid desperation and the unwillingness to go digging for a different outfit, I just slipped into the outfit I had already picked out with a hold and wetting in mind. It was a simple Zelda t-shirt with one of my older pair of grey skinny jeans that hugged my lower half perfectly. In other words, I made a very bad decision. The instant I put them on, the jeans squeezed my bladder something awful, causing a constant pressure on the huge bulge I was sporting. It took all I had to keep myself from going right then and there.
    With a bit of an odd, slow walk, I made my way to where my sister was waiting, already having laid out the Chinese takeout she had brought back with her, and Netflix pulled up on the TV we shared. It was almost impossible for me to concentrate on eating, let alone properly use the chopsticks I insisted on using every time we got Chinese, but by this point, I was determined to make it through dinner without my sister even noticing anything was off, let alone accidentally wetting in front of her. I knew full well she would never let me live it down if that happened, so I settled into the couch and tried to make myself as comfortable as I could by keeping as much pressure as possible off my bladder.
    The waistband of my jeans was cutting cruelly into my bladder, making it hard to sit still for more than a few seconds, and it only became worse as the show progressed, as I had grown thirsty after eating and drank some more water (I was smart enough to avoid drinking more tea, at least). My sister made a few annoyed comments to ask me to stop fidgeting, but she was so hooked by her TV drama that she didn't even bother glancing over for very long. I suppose it helped that she was used to me subconsciously bouncing my knee or something when concentrating on something. She most likely thought it was just me getting into the show and fidgeting without realizing it, but in reality, it was quite the contrary. I could barely even focus on the TV or my sister's commentary with how desperate I was to go. Her words were just a blur in the background, and I simply laughed when it seemed appropriate. That was enough for her, thankfully.
    Before I knew it, it was nearing six, and it was time for my sister to head out for her evening class. I walked her to the door as much as I could, keeping a smile on my face as I struggled not to bend over and give in to the urge to hold my bladder to keep it from releasing right there in front of her.
    I was so close to getting my privacy again, and the thought only made me that much more desperate. 
    Kat spent a few more minutes talking to me at the door, clearly unenthusiastic about going to one of her least favourite classes, and it was all I could do the entire time to not groan in agony. I ended up giving in and crossing my legs as subtly as a could, unable to bear the constant pressure on my bladder much longer. It did almost nothing to help, but I knew I couldn't start noticeably squirming. My sister might be unobservant at times, but she certainly wasn't blind.
    After what felt like an eternity and a half, she finally left, and I immediately slammed the door behind her and locked it, one hand immediately going to grab my crotch. It wasn't even close to the time that I was planning on finishing my hold at, but it was possibly the most desperate I've felt in a long time. My jeans certainly weren't helping, and with quick, shaky hands, I managed to unbutton them, releasing a bit of the pressure.
    When I gently poked my bladder, it felt rock hard, and I couldn't help the small groan that left my lips. I was so full that my bladder throbbed with each step I took back to my bedroom and I was forced to do an odd sort of waddle to walk at all. 
    I knew full well there was no way I was going to be able to make it until eight, but that wasn't going to stop me from holding it as long as I could. Besides, if I did lose control, that would just be my punishment for not making it until the designated time.
    Reluctantly, I buttoned my jeans back up to add to the challenge and slowly sat down in my desk chair, moaning quietly the entire time. The jeans, plus the added pressure from sitting down in a chair, was absolute torture on my bladder. I thought I would lose it right there, and I almost did, as a small, hot spurt shot out before I could grab my crotch in a panic. I sat there like that, frozen, for a good few minutes, clenching every muscle in my body in order to do anything I could to stop the inevitable accident. There was already an obvious wet spot on my jeans, and it kept growing every few seconds with hot spurts from my bladder until I managed to stop the flow completely, at least for the time being.
    My mind was still racing from my encounter with my sister, however. Her surprise visit had been a first in a very long time, and I was still in shock. I had already been so far in my hold that it was reasonable to think that I might have actually wet myself in front of her. As someone that's incredibly shy and really doesn't want her sister to know about any kinks she has, I would have been absolutely mortified. Just imagining the situation made me want to crawl into a hole in the deep confines of the desert and wait to die of embarrassment. Not to mention, Kat would certainly never let me live such a thing down.
    I was so distracted by my own thoughts of complete shame that it took me a moment to realize that my hand was suddenly covered in warm liquid, as I had loosened my grip and momentarily relaxed. It was a fatal mistake, since my hand was really the only thing that had been stopping me from peeing everywhere. I tried all I could to stop the flow, but it was already too late. The pee was gushing out, a thick stream that absolutely soaked my jeans, pooled in the wood of my chair, and dribbled onto the floor in a huge mess. I don't know for sure how much it was, but I felt like I was peeing for ages, caught up in the sheer ecstasy of finally letting go. 
    Once it was over, I saw there for a few moments, warm in pleasure and my own pee, unable to do anything but just gasp for air. 
    I eventually composed myself and glanced at the time on my phone. It was only 6:10. Ten minutes since the time my sister had left. 
    All that sat between me and what would have been the most miserable experience of my life was a measly ten minutes.
    I have never been so exhilarated after a hold in my life, nor so desperate. It seems that I love to flirt with danger~
     
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