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So an experience I had the other week while at a job interview, wearing a dark blue suit with a burgundy tie. I'd had a large mug of tea before leaving the flat earlier, and with quite a few people in the queue to be interviewed before me I decided to drink a glass of water while I waited. Eventually it was my turn, with the interview itself lasting about 15 minutes. After it had finished, I left the building, and realised I probably should have used their bathrooms before heading outside. "No matter, it was just one glass of water" I told myself (forgetting the mug of tea I'd had earlier), and headed to the bus stop to catch the bus back to my flat. Unfortunately the bus company along this line is really unpredictable, with there potentially being quite a long time between buses, and as I got to the station I saw one that had just pulled away. Great. As expected, another bus took quite a while to show, and by the time it did I was definitely regretting not using the bathroom at the office building. I was starting to shift my weight slightly from one foot to the other, wondering if I should try and find a public loo, when a bus came around the corner. Not wanting to have to wait for another, I got on board and found a seat. My bladder filled quickly, and it soon began to ache with the pressure building up inside. I crossed my legs one way, then another, and tried to distract myself with my phone. Each time the bus stopped and started made my need worse, and I was starting to get nervous. I didn't know of any bathrooms along the route though, so I continued to hold. When my stop came, I thanked the bus driver as I got off and started to walk towards the block of flats I live in. It was only about a five minute walk away, but by this point I had to pee so badly that I couldn't walk normally. My thighs were constantly pressed together, and I desperately wanted to grab my crotch. I made it inside the building, and quickly headed to the staircase. Each step sent a jolt through my bladder, and the knowledge that I was getting close to a bathroom only made the need worse. I was frantic by the time I got to my front door, rushing in and immediately running to the bathroom. I danced about desperately in front of the toilet for a moment, feeling a small leak dribble out of me and dampen my underwear. I managed to get it under control again though, before quickly pulling down my trousers, aiming, and then moaning in relief...

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While I don't know the mechanisms behind it, living in flat where my bedroom shared a wall with the only bathroom I can say it certainly seems like women pee a lot faster. Women I've flat shared with sounded like they had a shorter but harder stream, while men seemed to have a gentler but longer stream. I only have a sample size of a dozen or so though for that, so it may just be random chance that that's been the case for all the women and men I've lived with, and as with anything else there are bound to be exceptions

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How does your bladder feel if you press on it?

I have said both before, but typically I would avoid directly saying either of them unless talking about it with someone I know is into omo. From south east England originally if that helps :)

I've heard that with bladder training you shouldn't be constantly holding as much as you can, and it's usually just trying to wait an extra 15-20 minutes or something (often following a schedule of when you pee). I would go with whatever the advice of a qualified medical professional is though, rather than anything that we on this forum say

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I'm glad it's not just me who has that issue then!

A couple of years ago I was on holiday with family, as part of a tour group. We'd been offered the opportunity to go on a short horseback ride through part of the Andes, a beautiful route that seemed like too good an opportunity to miss. However, I was nervous. The reason I was nervous was because on the few occasions I've been horse riding, I always end up needing to pee. Badly. When I was younger, about 9, my sisters and I had had the chance to go on a much shorter and less exotic, but still fun, horseback route near our home at the time. I didn't go to the bathroom beforehand, and wet myself about halfway through. Now, whenever I get on the back of a horse, I nearly always need to pee within minutes. And this was a route expected to last 3 to 4 hours. Nevertheless, I told myself that I'd be fine. It was years ago, and I knew I could just try not to drink so much beforehand and so on. Plus, when would I ever get the chance to do something like this again? So I joined the group, climbed atop the horse, rode out with them, confident in my bladders ability to hold. Half an hour into it, and I needed to pee. Not desperately, but the pressure was there, and I'd normally be looking for a bathroom at about this point. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of everyone by asking to stop so soon into the journey though , so I ignored it and told myself I'd be fine. Sure the road was a bit bumpy, and I couldn't cross my legs while astride a horse, but I was 19 and not about to have an accident in front of people I'd only recently met. We got to the halfway point, and stopped to have a look at the view. It was amazing, but part of my mind was distracted by my now aching bladder, and I was thinking about taking a moment to disappear into the bushes. No one else seemed to need to go though, so I steeled myself and crossed my legs as we prepared for the journey back. First we had to cross a small stream. Gods that was torture! The sound of the water spashing at the horses legs, all the liquid gushing by, I could barely focus on getting the horse to go forward. I was so focussed on not leaking. Unfortunately that meant I fell behind, and my horse, trained in staying a part of the group, suddenly picked up the pace to catch up. I was bounching up and down in the saddle, my bladder slamming up and down as my legs were kept wide apart, and I started to become genuinely worried I wouldn't last the whole way back. We made good time down, making it back to the edge of the city closer to the 3 hour mark than the 4. By this point I was in agony. My bladder hurt from holding so much, I genuinely didn't know how I hadn't just let it all out already, but I kept straining to keep it in. I couldn't lean forward, my abdomen felt so full of pee that it would have been unbearable. But to humiliate myself in front of so many people would have been even worse, so I tried to hold on. When we made it back, I carefully got off the horse and went straight to the bathroom. I couldn't walk normally, everything ached so much and each step was like a jolt to my bladder, but, somehow, I made it. I swear I nearly orgasmed as I peed, it felt so good to finally let it all out, and I peed for longer than I ever had or have done since.

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Neither of those websites are legitimate sources though? One just seems to be a place to make fun of people, and the other is a parody website. Could you provide links to the papers (you did say you considered yourself a medical researcher in your spare time, I'm assuming that means actual research and not just random internet comments) you're reading that state fetishes are an illness? The general consensus I'm finding in medical journals seems to be that there's nothing inherently wrong with them, but if you really have spent a lot of time reading peer reviewed literature then you may have found papers that I haven't

So with my water intake I usually pee ~2 hours, and the exams for my undergrad were typically 3 hours long. The last exam I had was for a module on osmoregulation in marine and aquatic vertebrates, so the latter half of that exam was spent having to think about water flowing into bladder's and all the sorts of things I really didn't want to think about at that moment (I'd drunk a mug of tea and glass of water beforehand, and also always bring a bottle of water with me to stay well hydrated). My underwear may not have been entirely dry by the time I made it to the bathrooms, and if they hadn't been just outside the exam hall...