Jump to content
Existing user? Sign In

Sign In



Sign Up

LngPeefan

Dry Member
  • Posts

    22
  • Joined

  • Last visited

2 Followers

Personal Information

  • My pronouns are..
    he/him

My Kinks

  • I'm into..
    Hyper wetting
    Exhibitionism

Recent Profile Visitors

2,356 profile views

LngPeefan's Achievements

  1. Unfortunately Splashfics has been absent for a protracted amount of time. Fortunately for us, he has written several tales of prodigiously peeing women which are well-worth reading. Waxing On and Off: Thew Origins of Infinite Capacity is one I can highly recommend. Chandra, the female protagonist is well developed-- if you can forgive the pun-- and the situations she finds herself in extremely stimulating, if somewhat embarrassing. You can find this story at the usual websites, including Amazon.
  2. You do realize that Sophie's Strange Reaction is your finest story. Some of us would love to read another in this series, this time with Poppy demonstrating her true urinary potential!
  3. I have always fantasized of similar situations, with women of widely varying bladder capacities and peeing abilities waiting in a long line at a Six Flags or airport restroom. While in those circumstances, have you ever witnessed a woman take an unfathomably long urination in one of those restrooms? Or perhaps even more unlikely, have you ever seen two female friends take adjacent stalls in a busy overcrowded restroom and pee for so long that they effectively removed those stalls from service? Has holding and overfilling your bladder greatly enlarged its capacity? A female teacher I corresponded with replied that it did in her case. She's now in her forties and maintains that she has excellent muscle voiding control and suffers none of the negative effects that supposedly are a result of overfilling.
  4. Oktoberfest is a perfect situational setting for my hyper wetting fantasies. Two female friends with incredible peeing abilities, in a large public women's restroom after hours of quaffing liters of beer. My creative mind runs rampant!
  5. Even a functional illiterate such as myself is completely captivated by the description of your wife having an almost impossibly capacious bladder. When your creative juices get the urge, please write a descriptive tale about her superhuman urinating abilities. Situationally, perhaps a time your wife found herself endlessly peeing in a public restroom where every other woman's bladder capacity was infinitesimally small by comparison. Hyperbole is quite welcome as there are those of us who have the ability to suspend disbelief.
  6. Certainly that is an intriguing combination that would appeal to 99% of we males. (LOL) The few women I've known who had naturally gigantic bladder capacities tended to be quite tall, but only one had large "bazooms." However I did meet a woman with dynamic taa-taas once while on vacation at Hedonism II in Negril, Jamaica. She and I had a three-night stand before going our separate ways to homes on opposite sides of the country. Obviously never once did I reveal my fetish for women with freakish peeing ability. But during the course of several weeks worth of phone sex, the conversation did increasingly touch on the subject of infrequent restroom visits on the job. She mentioned that her first opportunity to pee was usually in the mid-afternoon after many hours spent at her work cubicle. Often in the restroom she would run into a female associate. Almost as an aside she mentioned that this woman had an uncanny ability to pee and pee and pee, all while conversing casually to whoever was in the adjacent stall. Naturally my heart began pounding as I inquired what this peeing goddess looked like? Answer: Kelly Clarkson at her peak weight. My visual fantasy was destroyed!
  7. During my adult life I've noticed there are a very few women who really "get it;" those who can almost read your thoughts and fantasies about hyper wetting and females with an ability to urinate seemingly without end. My ex-wife was not one of them. It's now gotten to the point I would choose an average-looking woman any day over a blonde beach goddess who was clueless to my erotic desires.
  8. I believe what your girlfriend back in high school told you. It wasn't until my freshman year in college that I even had the courage to ask a girl/woman about what went on in the hallowed sanctity of the ladies restroom. I've always had a secret fetish about females endowed with disproportionately oversized bladder capacities. About a month into my first year in college I went with a female classmate to a university football game at the stadium. She and I had hit it off well in class and had been out several times previously, albeit (somewhat) platonically. Before and after the game-- though not during-- we had consumed quite a few light beers and they had taken their toll. So upon returning to my off-campus apartment, I immediately went into my bathroom to relieve myself. I'm over six-feet tall and do have a large bladder. Being modest and not wanting to advertise my voiding skills to a woman I'd known barely four-weeks, I aimed my stream at the side of the toilet bowl. It was a pretty long pee by most standards. And here is where the story became increasingly interesting. When I emerged from the bathroom she did not take her turn after me. Instead she remained on the couch watching TV, sipping still another beer; by that time both of us had a mild buzz. When I asked her if she had to use the bathroom, she smiled at me and said "not yet" and that she had her mother's bladder. My mind raced but I kept quiet. Finally, after watching the fourth quarter of a late UCLA-Stanford game on TV, she rose and walked into the bathroom. She was far less inhibited about registering her pee flow than I and...oh...my...god!!! She didn't have that massive gush we all read about, nevertheless she peed a moderate stream that went on and on. Just when it tapered-off to a trickle and I thought she was finished, it would build back up. Even her finale was more than impressive as she continued to start-and-stop for a prolonged period of time. Needless to say she completely blew away my peeing performance and in doing so, undoubtedly added to my fetish many times over.
  9. A question for you Tennyson, the Poet Laureate of Omorashi: Does your daughter have a naturally large or oversized bladder? Over at another website there are stories of females endowed with extremely large bladders. Some have recounted their experiences, such as urinating for very extended periods of time in a public restroom at airports or in a school restroom. When you mentioned that your daughter's peeing evoked teasing from other students-- and even teachers-- that immediately drew my comparison to those tales of "that" woman in a stall who just didn't stop peeing. For women, restrooms are a social environment as well as one used for voiding. Less frequently expressed are the exhibitionistic and voyeuristic aspects surrounding urination, particularly emptying a bladder of abnormally large capacity. I would think for a teenage girl with a rapidly developing body, taking extremely long urinations in a school restroom could quickly focus unwanted attention to one's self. One the other hand some girls embrace their reputation as a Bladder Queen. It all depends on their personality I imagine.
  10. I've noticed that great hyper-urinating authors such as Splashfics have been missing in action for much too long. To compose a well-written story about attractive women with other-worldly abilities to pee endless gallons for hours on end is difficult-- and doesn't necessarily appeal to a wide range of readers-- but there are the writers at this website who excel at such tales. Unfortunately a dullard such as I am not one of them. For a possible storyline allow me to borrow an idea from ashnacamon: Picture a tall, sleek, beautiful blonde in the midst of rapid pubescent development, those wonder years which anatomic changes to her body are becoming difficult not to notice. However for Samantha, some aspects of adolescence have come with some embarrassing unintended consequences as a result of her rapidly developing bladder. She had always known that she was destined to be genetically blessed, if that was an apt description. As a 16-year-old girl she had born witness to her parent's various interludes in the bathroom. Her father was a rugged construction supervisor who would come home to their rural home at the end of a long day, change out of his outfit and immediately go into the master bathroom to relieve himself. Her mother, more often than not, would go in with him so the two could catch-up on events of that day. It wasn't a large home, more like a farmhouse, and from her bedroom she could plainly hear him pour-out a strong stream into the toilet even as her parents engaged in conversation. He would pee and pee and pee, until gradually their conversation would die down even as his peeing didn't. Frequently out of boredom her mother would come over to her bedroom to invite her out to the living room while she prepared dinner. "Hi honey, I'm making us a seafood casserole dish tonight. I haven''t started it yet, but that's a moot point since your father is busy peeing a pond. If I work slowly in the kitchen just perhaps he'll be finished by then." Invariably, Samantha would feel a rush of emotions she couldn't identify but tried to conceal. On more than one occasion, she and her mother would be at the table eating, the television set to the nightly news, when finally the sound of urination would draw to a conclusion in the bathroom and her father would saunter out to the dining room for his meal. Involuntarily Samantha would glance over at a grandfather's clock across the room that was a family heirloom; thirty-five, forty-five or more minutes passage of time wasn't unusual. Her face would flush and she would pray that her parents wouldn't notice. if it were but only a single parent who was endowed with such highly-abnormal peeing abilities than Samantha could find some way to cope with it. Instead, nature dished-out a devilish serendipity effect when it came to her mother Sarah. Each day after her father left for work, Samantha would help her mother clean and perform some chores around their rural Ohio home. Sam never paid much attention to her mother's habits, but beginning around age 13 she took noticed that she peed at extremely infrequent intervals. There were times over a weekend she would never venture near a bathroom, however what would follow on Monday would make her father's peeing performances pale by comparison. They could have also be the basis for an excellent university psychology thesis on the affects of greatly protracted urination on the sexuality of a female offspring. With their farm home being situated in rural Ohio, Samantha was home schooled by her highly-educated mother. Additionally her mother would take the opportunity to perform two important functions simultaneously on those academic Mondays. Sometime in the late morning when Sarah's vast internal reservoir known as a bladder called attention to its need to be voided, she would chirp "Sam why don't you take your books to the desk in The Office?" Samantha would obediently gather her English, U.S. and European history plus math books and walk to a small desk in a room her parents called The Office. That was something of an overstatement; it was actually a guest bedroom with an attached bathroom. Sarah, a Phi Beta Kappa with an undergrad degree in education from The Ohio State University, would nonchalantly sift through her lesson plans for the day before assigning her daughter the reading material. Samantha would then take her seat at the desk while Sarah would quickly disrobe from the waist down and step into the nearby bathroom, leaving the door wide open. As her daughter valiantly tried to absorb the scholastic material on-hand, her mother would initiate a stream directly into the deep water of the toilet bowl. It wouldn't start-out that strongly, rather like someone pouring from a small watering vessel into some flower planter near a window. But after a minute or two the sound would build, the flow of urine increase as Sarah's urethra opened-up. Soon Samantha would have to force herself to concentrate on the reading material as the entire room became enveloped with sound. This was but a beginning prelude to what was to come. As she flipped the pages of her text, the hands of an old antique clock on the wall would swing around eight-nine-ten times and the cacophony invariably would increase by several orders of magnitude. Now twelve minutes into a urination, her mother's pee-hole would further open to allow a three-inch wide tsunami to cascade into the water. Sarah had begun her Monday peeing session. By any measure Samantha's academic studies were difficult, but they were made infinitely more so by her mother who peed at a hundred decibels from a toilet a scant few yards away though a wide open door. Moreover, what was mesmerizing was the ease and ferocity of her flow as it continued to gush and gush without end. My lord, she thought, no wonder her mother didn't give her father's peeing accomplishments a second notice. "Hello out there. How are you coming along on Chapter Two? If you're finished come over here and I'll assign you a new reading section to digest and synthesize." Using all her self-control and will power, Samantha would rise from her chair and gingerly walk over to the entrance of the bathroom. On the toilet, her mother would be unselfconsciously shooting a waterfall of urine, only a portion of which was being captured by the toilet. The balance was either splashing out of the toilet water or being ejected over the front lip of the toilet such was the profusion and diameter of her urine spray. Below the cascade accumulated on the tile floor and flowed over to a drain her father had wisely built for his wife. There was a reason for Sarah's disrobing and taking her shoe's off prior to peeing. "Done with Chapter Two? In that case read the following three chapters on ancient European oceanic exploration and then we can start-in with that beginning algebra. Any questions, honey?" The torrential sounds of urine leaving her mother's impossibly gigantic bladder were such that it make conversation difficult. Moreover, Samantha quickly determined the quantity of reading her mother had just assigned to her; even rapidly reading it would take a good potion left of that morning. To think her mother was telling her to come back to the bathroom for a further study assignment??!! Her legs felt wobbly as she tried to compose herself. "Mother...mother...this is an awful lot of text to read. It's going to take me forever to finish digesting it all. Don't you think this is more than sufficient on a Monday?" Samantha had to rise her voice slightly to be heard over the torrid sounds rebounding off the walls of the bathroom. Internally her heart was pounding; she hoped her mother wouldn't connect the significance of her statement on time. She needn't have worried. Sarah looked into her daughter's azure blue eyes and smiled. "Trying to cut short your Monday morning studies I see. Well you're just out of luck, daughter. My bladder feels like I could fill a good sized lake today. It's one of those Mondays when I'm going to to be peeing for hours and hours, and that's no exaggeration. (Tee-hee) When you're a little older I'll tell you all about when I was dating your father. We were in college and he took me over to a local motel one weekend. Sometime in the middle of the night I felt an urge to go and...well...I went into the bathroom. The problem was I just couldn't stop peeing, honestly! Oh my goodness, what am I saying to one so young?" Samantha's face was red as a beet yet enthralled at the revelation and wanting to hear more. "No, it's O.K. mother. I'm 16-years-old. Really. I want you to continue." Sarah took a deep breath, and for an added dimension of urological emphasis to her story, pushed a little harder sending a massive gush of urine against the rear wall of the bathroom. "Alright in that case I'll continue with my story. Your father was asleep in the motel bedroom, yet I was trapped on the toilet and just going and going. The longer I peed the more I had to go! As the night wore on, frantic thoughts raced through my mind as countless gallons flowed through me. I thought surely your father would burst through the bathroom door at any moment. And as even more time passed I rationalized that perhaps he was actually used to hearing phenomenal, endless pees from women? I had never peed in his presence prior to this, but I had witnessed him relieve himself longer than any man I had ever seen in my life. Sam, you've seen how he can pee for nearly an hour sometimes. That being said, he's a man and men...well they aren't really built for extremely long-long peeing." Samantha suddenly placed her hand over her mouth and giggled. "Mother be nice!" "O.K. in that case, to make this very long peeing story a little shorter, to my surprise and horror I spotted the first rays of sunlight filter through the top bathroom window. Fortunately by then I had gotten to the prolonged start-and-stop stage of my pee. So I clamped down hard and eased open the bathroom door. Your father, your wonderfully polite, impeccably-mannered father, was writhing on the bed in erotic passion moaning 'I can't believe it! No woman on earth can pee like that!' We were engaged that very weekend." Samantha, dumfounded beyond words at the startling, deeply personal family revelation she had just born witness, became slack-jawed. "It...it just makes everything fall into perfect place, mother. I've always wondered about...some things." Sarah sighed. "I know my darling. I thought I'd bring this most delicate of subjects up before you learned about them in public or when you went off to college. Not all men are as discreet as your father." Samantha looked puzzled and then startled at the comment her mother had just made. "Sam, there are certain things a mother knows about her child. You were always a large wetter as an infant, an extremely long pee 'er as a young girl, and now as a mid-teen with a bladder that's just growing exponentially by the day, it's not something you can hide any longer." Samantha felt like fleeing the bathroom but her sexually wobbly legs couldn't move. "Honey, your father and I have held long discussions about this moment. We've known for a long time how you sneak out of the house before dawn and walk behind the barn to pee. You sit on a cushion atop a box and just pee and pee and pee. It's not something to be ashamed of darling. I know for a fact your urinations are taking well over two-hours and growing much longer. My goodness I've gone out there and seen how the stream has collected along the gutter all the way to the street drain at the front of the house. That's tens of gallons." Overwhelmed, Samantha found her strength and tried to dash out of the bathroom. "No my dear! By proud of that fact, embrace it! In the future, stride into a restroom in college knowing full-well that you'll be out-peeing dozens of women back-to-back. You will earn a campus-wide reputation as I had; men will seek you out and women listening to you will pass-out from the shock. Embrace it!" As Samantha turned to leave, she smiled, nodded and simply tried to let that morning's events sink in. "I will mother." "I know you will. In the meantime why don't you forget this morning's studies, go out and have some fun riding one of our horses. I still think I have several hours worth of peeing left to do." "That, my dear mother, is something I have no-doubt."
  11. I want to know that blonde nurse who effortlessly displayed a one-liter bladder hold. Can you imagine her actual capability!
  12. I recall that Mythbusters show where Kari Byron easily beat her two male cast members. Moreover, I was quite curious what her impressive pee time was as Tony and Grant seemed to be talking for quite a while while she was in there urinating. It wouldn't be too far-fetched to believe their conversation may have been edited, lest her duration be perceived as "erotically" spectacular by the viewers. Ah yes, superior female bladder capacity in the name of science.
  13. There is a somewhat dated (circa 2005) German video of an attractive woman in her twenties peeing through her clothes for an eternity at an outdoor table. It possibly could have been a video shot during an Oktberfest. From her extreme duration to the puddle beneath the table she created, this woman was amazing. Unfortunately I stored it in files on a desktop PC that has long-ago crashed and been replaced. Can anyone help?
  14. Once upon a time I could connect subject with predicate. Perhaps I could attempt to write a story as well. Having read your work, I have no-doubt you are busy taking commissions for erotic tales. As a female author you have a lifetime of knowing a woman's sexual psychology; how the emotional build-up and pursuit is often as exciting as the sexual climax itself. That makes first person narratives with female protagonists much more realistic when you write them Laurie. (LOL)
  15. An amazingly erotic story! I only wish there were a sequel in-which she actually exceeded that 7-minute deluge by a wide margin. I'm not particularly aroused by holding or desperation, but a woman with incredible urinary prowess who goes on-and-on for a seeming eternity is the type of erotica that appeals to me no-end.
×
×
  • Create New...