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    cwpee got a reaction from cudi in No bathrooms in the park for my wife, then interrupted mid-pee   
    As I mentioned in my intro post (with bonus story!), I’ve been thinking about writing down my experiences for years but never got around to it. Finally, after an awesome experience last month, I decided I needed to start chronicling my adventures. This is that experience.
    Like many of the epic holds I’ve witnessed, this one started without me even thinking about it. Our family had caught Pokemon Fever, so I planned an outing to go catch some (and also trick the kids into hiking). It's a marvelous idea for a game and has gotten countless people out walking around. It is particularly helpful because me and my wife have been trying to get active again, but it’s difficult with small children (ages 7-11) who fight you about going on long walks.
    There’s a few good parks in my hometown, but we wanted to try something different for the weekend since it was finally out of the high 90’s. I planned out a few places to go in a large city about an hour away. It was still hot, so we each brought a water bottle with us. Jenna dressed for the hike in a t-shirt and black yoga pants while putting her long dark-red hair in a ponytail. We dropped our oldest off with the grandparents since she wasn’t feeling well, then stopped at a gas station to grab some gatorade on the way out. We finally got to the first park about noon, 2 hours after we first got out the door.
    Despite it being much cooler than even a week earlier, it was still a too hot for the little ones in the direct sun. I think we made it for about 10 minutes before they’d had enough. Back in the car, I made sure everyone was drinking fluids to stay hydrated on our way to another nearby park. Same drill as before, but we couldn't get our son to move at all this time. By this point it was after 1 and everyone was hungry, so we headed to one of the malls in town. It was actually well out of the way, but it had what was to be the highlight of the trip - a store with nothing but pokemon items. Since we’d all been sweating, I made sure everyone finished up their drinks.
    This mall is on the outskirts of town and took nearly 30 minutes to get there, with everyone draining their drinks before we left the car. Once inside, we went straight to the food court and all got lunch. When we finished, our son (who inherited his mother's bladder) needed to pee, so I took him to the bathroom and our daughter followed as well. Between the already crowded bathroom and being tucked between two popular restaurants, it was an obstacle course trying to get there.
    I was worried about finding the girls once I came out due to the crowd, but luckily my daughter was walking out of the bathroom just as I was. I didn't see Jenna, so I waited briefly before I got a text that she was on the other end of the food court. Surprised, we made our way to where she was standing. When I got to her I asked her if she needed to pee. “No, not really” was her answer. I’m not sure what answer I was expecting since she had obviously just skipped the bathroom, but things just got interesting - she just missed what turned out to be her last real opportunity to pee.
    Up until this point, I hadn’t even thought about her bladder, but from now on I had a heightened state of awareness regarding her body language. It was around 2:30, about 4 1/2 hours since her last pee, so I made sure I didn’t miss anything.  We had all been sweating so her normal 1-2 hour pee schedule was lengthened. However, she had been drinking at least some water throughout, and finished off her large gatorade on the way to the mall, which was enough fluids to at least mostly rehydrate her. On top of all that, she was still sipping our soda so it had to start hitting her soon if it hadn't already.
    Jenna hates crowds and avoids them if possible, up to and including delaying a visit to the toilets if she only has a slight need. If she really needs to pee she’ll go regardless, but today I think she was planning on finding another bathroom elsewhere. Still, she was shifting her weight subtly as she looked towards the bathrooms, so I was pretty sure she was still thinking about the toilets. Soon she was jerked back to reality, her mind made up for her when the kids started dragging us towards the store.
    We made our way downstairs to the Pokemon store and the kid’s eye’s lit up! They were in heaven and were running around looking at everything. During all of this, Jenna was looking very antsy and finally said “There’s too many people here, I’ll wait for you outside”. It's true it was busy, but not enough to where she would normally have to leave. When she has to pee she gets very antsy, so her bladder must have started getting to her at this point.
    After what seemed like ages I finally flagged down a cashier and got the kids rounded up, grabbing Jenna on the way out. Now that we were done in the mall, it was time to head back to the car and go to the last stop - a heavily wooded park that the kids would actually be able to (hopefully) enjoy. As we made our way through the mall, I could see Jenna scouting for a bathroom but there weren’t any between us and the car.
    I think my wife was expecting another short trip to the next park where she would hop out of the car and go pee in the nearby restroom, so she didn’t say anything on the way out of the parking lot. I used to ask her if she wanted to stop, but I don't even bother anymore because she always got irritated and told me no. Little did she know it was at least 30 minutes away, and probably more. My dick got hard just thinking about it.
    Here, I would like to add some extra info about her stages of desperation. Jenna has several things she does that helps me tell what level her need to pee is at. When she first needs to go, but can’t, she starts getting more fidgety. The problem is that she is always kinda fidgety so it’s hard to tell whether she needs to pee or is just bored. Unless we’re at the house, she won’t mention anything so it’s hard for me to tell. In the car, her legs are normally spread out, but as she needs to pee more they slowly drift together. Once it progresses enough she’ll start looking for a bathroom if we’re out, but she still won’t say anything. If we pass by a bathroom she’ll stop, but when we’re driving she still doesn’t say anything otherwise we’d be stopping all the time. Once she gets here in the car, she moves her legs to what I call the “I need to pee” pose: her legs are tight together and after a little while of this she’ll turn to the side some and pull her knees up which allows her to squeeze her thighs and put some extra pressure on her peehole.
    Once it starts to get urgent she’ll cross her legs at the knees, allowing her to squeeze her peehole even better. When we’re out somewhere she will tell me she needs to pee and has to find a toilet. If we’re on a long road trip this is when she will ask to stop. What’s nice for fans of desperation is that when we are driving, it can easily be 10-15 minute before we get to a stop which is more than enough to push her into true desperation territory. Even better, she dislikes car rides and wants to get to the destination as soon as possible, so once we’re close (or sometimes even within 20-30 minutes) she will do anything to prevent an extra stop so she will just hold on. Once she crosses her legs, it doesn’t take long before she starts having to put extra effort into holding on, and I can tell by her foot bouncing or shaking and other erratic movements. If I have my hand on her thigh, which I like to do when we hold hands, I can feel her rhythmically contracting her thighs pretty frequently. By this point she will start making comments about how bad she has to pee. She does kegels all day while she sits at her desk at work so she has a nearly inhuman ability to hold on, and things just keep escalating. She hates making a scene about needing to pee so she doesn’t talk about it too much until she gets super desperate, and she basically never holds herself. The other aspect of it is that when she gets close to relief her need dramatically multiplies. While she may be well within her limits of holding on, one she gets close to a bathroom be bladder decides its going to empty itself and she has to fight really hard to hold it in. I’ve seen her hold herself a few times in this state, but even then it’s rare.
    We finally got loaded up by 3:30, and as soon as Jenna sat down she went straight into her pose of sitting sideways with her legs tucked up. After about 10 minutes, our daughter asked how long it was going to be so I made a smart-ass remark about it being 15 hours. Hearing this, Jenna said that she could really use a bathroom and asked how long it would actually be. I told her 20-30 minutes, and I swear I heard a groan from her.
    I never want to force her to hold it so I asked if she wanted me to stop, but said she could make it to the park. As she said this, she moved from just having her legs clamped together to crossing them tightly. My hand was on her leg as close to her pussy as I dared, and when she crossed her legs it momentarily trapped it in her crotch basically forcefully pressed into her frantic pussy. I could feel her squeezing her thighs together repeatedly for the next minute.
    I had been hard since we got in the car from thinking about her waiting. It had been getting uncomfortable but I was trying not to bring attention to my predicament. After this, though, I had no choice but to make some adjustments. I was fully erect and straining against my boxers to the point it almost hurt. Before I remove my hand though, I had to try something - My middle and index fingers were resting on her pussy so as I was removing them I briefly pushed them hard into the soft folds of her lips. I’m not sure if she didn’t notice or didn’t care, but she didn’t make much additional movement as a I pulled it out and rearranged my pants. It took a lot longer than normal to get my cock into a location that was decent, but she was so preoccupied with her need to pee that she didn't notice that either.
    Unfortunately for her, my time estimate ended up being optimistic thanks to traffic. She always seems to fidget, but as we neared our destination she was rapidly drumming the fingers on both hands, far more intently than normal. I reached over and put my right hand on her upper leg again and I could feel her squeezing her thighs every few seconds. Seeing the exit, her leg started bouncing frantically as she said “I need to find a bathroom fast, I hope it’s close.” She rapidly contracted her muscles for the next several seconds followed by a long, drawn-out squeeze. She was definitely getting the “close to relief” escalation!
    It was still a couple miles away and once we exited we had to drive a little farther before getting to the park, seemingly crawling just above the 15 MPH speed limit. The longer we drove, the more frantic Jenna got. The park was very busy, and Jenna was commenting on every porta-potty (as she always does) but extended it to pointing out trees that would be good to pee behind. This was a sure sign that she was absolutely dying to pee. It took a little while longer to make it to the hiking trails, Jenna squeezing her thighs together every time we had to slow down for a car or someone crossing the road while simultaneously bouncing in her seat.
    I could tell parking at the trails was especially packed, so instead of circling around wasting time looking for a spot I pulled in the first place I saw. Jenna jumped out and started looking around for anything resembling a bathroom, but saw nothing. She was frozen, bent over; one leg was slightly pulled up to add a little extra holding power as she tried not to draw attention to herself while her pee-addled brain tried to process its options.
    As if on queue, our son hopped out of the car and announced that he needed to pee. He found a tree right next to the car, which also happened to be about 2 feet from where Jenna had stopped, and walked up to it to pee. Jenna must have been so preoccupied with her search for literally anywhere to pee that she didn’t hear him. As his stream started, Jenna was jolted from her daze. She bent over further for a few seconds, fighting a quick spasm as her bladder reacted to the sounds of someone else getting the relief it so desperately needed. She still resisted holding herself in public, but her hands grabbed her waistband tightly and pulled them upwards as hard as possible. She quickly looked away to regained her composure, and as she stood up I could see the damage. There was no wet spot, but her pants were burried in the crevice of her vagina. I could see a look of a envy mixed with little hatred in her eyes as she clearly was coveting the other half of the population’s anatomical advantages in this particular situation.
    Before he even finished, she continued down the trail, her mind willing there to be a bathroom around the corner. As we ran to catch up to her, Jenna began power walking to the first thing man-made. It was obviously a sign, so she went to the next structure, which looked like it could be a bathroom. I saw a group of college girls running up to it ahead of Jenna, also clearly looking for a toilet. Meanwhile, I stopped and looked at the sign, and didn’t see a single marking for a bathroom other than inside the baseball complex that was closed. It looked like this park was just serviced by port-a-pottys, which my wife detests and will only use in a true emergency. Given the circumstances she would have definitely used one, but there weren’t even any of those nearby.
    Seeing that it was hopeless finding a bathroom I looked up to say something to Jenna. Before I could open my mouth, the first girl stopped, yelling “that’s not even a fucking bathroom!” Hearing this, Jenna stopped dead in her tracks. A second girl said “It’s just a pool, and its locked! Now what do I do?” My already hard cock got even stiffer at this point.
    Jenna hurried back to join me at the sign, asking me where the closest bathroom was but I honestly told her I didn’t see anything on the map. I was getting concerned for her, and asked her what she wanted to do. Her eyes were closed, hands clenched tightly in a fist, as she took a deep breath then loudly exhaled. She reached down and gave her pussy a quick squeeze before digging the invading material out. Opening her eyes and relaxing her body, she said “Well, I guess I’ll just hold it. Let’s go hiking guys” before she continued her power-walk towards a trail. Now that she had resigned herself to the fact that there wasn’t a bathroom nearby she was able to hold on again, her bladder no longer spasming at the prospect of imminent relief.
    My totally desperate wife, who had been waiting for nearly 2 hours since she first showed signs of needing to pee, had just committed to hold on even longer. My heart was racing like I had just run a marathon, and my dick was so hard it was actually painful. Feeling it trying to explode out of my pants alerted me to a possibly major situation: I’m about 8” long with some girth, which is great in the bedroom but horrible in situations like this. There was a MASSIVE bulge in my pants, so I had to find a way to make it to where it wasn’t too obvious I had a raging hard-on in the middle of a family park. I jammed my hand in my pocket, gripping my throbbing cock from within so only the outline of my hand was seen. It was still quite obvious what was going on if you looked, but at least not to the point where a kid might notice.
    The first trail we reached was paved and obviously heavily used. She has no problem peeing outside, but won’t do it if anyone might see her so she kept walking. Since I had parked at the first place I found, it was a decent walk to the end of the parking lot where the rest of the trails apparently started. All the while, Jenna kept trying to speed walk but the kids were dragging behind, forcing her to slow down. Now that we were away from the crowds, I regained the use of my 2nd hand. I was still sporting a monster erection, but at least I didn't have to worry about a stranger seeing it. For her part, Jenna also wasn’t holding herself. It was clear that she was very, very desperate, but if it gets to the point of imminent leaking then she can’t even walk, so we clearly weren’t to that point yet.
    Picking the first trail, we walked down it while Jenna was out front scouting for a place to pee. After searching for a few minutes, she stopped, looking at a spot she might be able to use. Just as she was reaching to pull her pants down and finally get relief for her aching bladder, we saw movement behind the trees - this trail backed right up to a road! I highly doubt anyone in a car could have seen her squatting even if they knew to look since there was still a thick line of trees between us, but that was still too much for Jenna. Without saying anything she turned around, back-tracking to the parking lot to find another path.
    The new path she found was away from roads, but also looked like a commonly used path by mountain bikers. The problem is that hikers take a while to get to you, giving you time to finish up, but you have about 5 seconds notice with a biker. On top of that, all of the trails had a very thick cedar forest on both sides with lots of underbrush, so it was virtually impossible for her to get much out of site.
    As soon as we were on the path, she immediately asked me if I thought it was safe for her to pee there. My response was “I think? Maybe?” She looked at me and said “That didn’t sound very convincing….” I told her that it looked clear and offered to keep watch while she peed. She didn’t like that at all, shooting back “What, am I supposed to just stop peeing? You know I can’t do that!” to which I shrugged my shoulders and told her that if she didn’t like that option she’d just have to hold on.
    She chose “holding on,” so we continued onward. Jenna was desperately looking for anywhere she could squat out of sight, but there was nothing. A little farther down the trail, she grabbed the top of her pants and stopped to look at a possible spot, dancing slightly in place before she decided it wouldn’t work. She paused briefly, telling me she absolutely had to pee. I told her that was fine, as long as she was OK with a mountain biker possibly coming up. She huffed loudly then continued on the trail.
    She picked up the pace, walking as fast as she could, no longer caring if the kids kept up. She couldn’t keep the pace up for long, though. The jolting motion caused by her walking was too much for her throbbing bladder, so she slowed back to a normal, albeit strained, walk. After what probably seemed like ages to her, but was really less than a minute, she caught sight of what looked like a side trail. She picked her pace back up, grunting slightly with each step, but she was urged onward by the offer the salvation she was so desperately seeking. However, rather than this helping her, the prospect of eminent relief was turning her desperation up to 11 as she started to make slight whimpering noises. When she reached the trail, it must not have been to her liking as she silently turned around and practically leaped to a tiny clearing that was barely off the trail.
    It happened so fast it caught me off guard and I wasn’t able to listen for anyone coming. She already had her pants around her knees, readying to drop into a squat, when I yelled at her “Hold On! I need to make sure it's clear!” She bolted back up, yanking her pants back into place, and practically screamed “Seriously?!” As she did this, she went into her pose of desperation - slightly bent over with one knee raised up and crossed over to put as much pressure on her peehole as possible. I’ve seen it many times before, but on this occasion she was doing it to an extreme that I had never seen. It was incredible.
    I did a quick visual check of the trail, telling her it looked clear. This was all she needed, and before I could add that I needed to listen to make sure, she was tearing her pants down. As she was dropping into a squat, I heard the unmistakable sound of a mountain bike. I quickly yelled “Stop!”
    Her head shot up, surprised, as I heard her stream beginning to splatter on the ground. Almost not believing that she had to stop so soon after finally being able to appease her screaming bladder, she just stared at me with wide-open eyes. I told her I heard someone coming and finally realizing she could be seconds away from someone seeing her, she quickly sprang into action.
    Despite my pledge of keeping watch, my eyes were now glued on her. I don’t think my brain had fully processed the ramifications of what I had just said, but subconsciously I knew that what happened in the following seconds would be so glorious that not a nanosecond could be missed. I watched, unblinking, as time traveled in slow motion.
    Her first priority was getting herself out of view as she wrenched her pants back up, or at least attempted to. Her right hand, out of view behind her, pulled the waistband up to barely clear her hip. The other was in the front of her pants, managing to get the pants up enough to just cover her pussy. That was about all, though, as this left most of her ass wide open.
    Time now froze completely, the image before me permanently etched in my mind. She had her pants partly pulled up, with her left buttcheek totally exposed. Her left hand was buried in her pussy, trying to get as much pressure on her peehole as possible. Her left leg was bent upwards, further showcasing her mostly naked ass, her knee pulled all the way across her stomach to maximize the force of the fingers on her peehole. I was speechless. While this was happening, I heard her grunt loudly, obviously straining massively to clench off the jet of urine erupting from her body. All of this couldn’t have taken more than a second or two, but it seemed like so much more.
    Despite her previous claim that she couldn’t stop once she started, she had somehow managed to clamp off the flow. However, it had obviously taken a huge toll on her. Her spare hand was clenched into a fist, her legs quivering from the effort of shutting off the stream that had been gushing from her painfully full bladder only seconds before. All told, she couldn’t have gotten more than 2-3 seconds of relief, and probably less, but now it was infinitely worse for her because she had forced her tortured muscles to cut off the relief her body had been pleading for for so long.
    I was still awestruck as this was something out of my wildest fantasies, practically slack-jawed as my eyes absorbed the spectacle on display in front of me. I was snapped out of my trance, though, when she caught her breath a few seconds later. Teeth clenched tight, she hissed “Ohmyfuckinggod are you serious!”; her eyes were still shut tight from the earlier effort. When I told her I had seriously heard something, she yelled back “Fucker! I just peed in my pants!” I listened again, and not hearing anything I told her it was clear. She looked at me with daggers for eyes before I again repeated that it was clear. After a couple more seconds of this, she had reached her limit.
    She had previously been turned some to the side, which obscured my view of the epicenter of the action. To my joy, when she crouched down again she was facing directly towards me. Even as she was jerking her pants down, I could see droplets cascading from between her lips. Finally in position with her feet as far apart from each other as possible to avoid any collateral damage, I had a clear view of her gorgeous pussy and the geyser that was now erupting from within. Enthralled, I was unable to remove my gaze from the absolute torrent of pee spraying out from between her legs. It may have been my imagination, but I swear I could see her butt lifting up from the force.
    If anyone had come down the trail during this time, I don’t think either of us would have noticed. She was too busy trying to force the sea of urine out of her body, and I was mesmerized by the display being put on by my beautiful wife. 20 seconds in, the river coming from her body lessened to a normal, but still powerful, stream as she gasped for air. She yelled “OH MY GOD!” then went back to gushing for another 10+ seconds. All told, it was over 30 seconds of a VERY powerful stream. It wasn’t the longest pee I had seen from her, but it was definitely the strongest. I was in awe.
    The second she stopped, she yanked her pants back up, taking several seconds to get them rearranged, and headed straight back towards the car. I lagged behind slightly to check out the clearing, and was speechless. There was a small crater where her jet of pee had blown away the dirt beneath her, with a small stream leading to a sizable pool about a foot away. I wish I had a way to measure it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she held over a liter. Quickly following, I tried to visually assess the damage to her pants. They were black yoga pants so it was hard to accurately make out. I got closer, walking in front of her, and I could definitely see that her crotch was shinier than it should have been. It’s not like I needed the confirmation, though, as I had personally seen the jet of pee spray into her pants. Knowing this was an event I would hold on to forever, my mind immediately starting going over all the details of what had just occurred, determined not to let anything slip.
     
    The day's adventures weren't done, to be continued soon!
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    cwpee got a reaction from slothmallow in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    Those are some good points - I don't really have to try when it's family (or kids, ick), that's just naturally an unerotic situation. Friends it will definitely pop into head, though, even if I don't really get turned on. 
    I would say the only times I have to consciously fight it is when it's my wife who is desperate and there's people I know around. A perfect example is when we're on a family trip and she has to pee but there's nowhere to stop. There's definitely been some awkward moments where I had to hide a very obvious erection. 
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    cwpee got a reaction from WiiGuy86 in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    I went up with my wife to visit her family on Thanksgiving. We were talking about a concert at a large venue in town and someone there mentioned they always though about needing to pee. Someone else proceeded to ask why, and she explained that she was going to a concert with a friend and got stuck in traffic on the way there. Apparently they were stuck on a bridge on the way there and barely moving. She had to pee so badly that she was telling her friend she had to stop the car because she was about to pee. Friend proceeded to yell at her, telling her that she better not pee in her new car and they she couldn't stop there. She didn't go into any more detail, but she somehow managed to hold on until they go there. Apparently she held on so long it damaged  something and it hurt to pee for a while after that, though she made a full recovery. I can only imagine, because I have been in traffic on that bridge, and know what that area is like, and it was at least 30 minutes until they got to the venue, and possibly an hour.
    My wife was staring at me the entire time she was telling the story, and on thew way back she made a comment about not wanting to end up hurting herself like that. I had to explain to her that what that woman did was keep holding for another hour beyond when she gave in because it hurt too much and that she wasn't going to injure herself with what we were doing.
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    cwpee got a reaction from mews39 in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    I went up with my wife to visit her family on Thanksgiving. We were talking about a concert at a large venue in town and someone there mentioned they always though about needing to pee. Someone else proceeded to ask why, and she explained that she was going to a concert with a friend and got stuck in traffic on the way there. Apparently they were stuck on a bridge on the way there and barely moving. She had to pee so badly that she was telling her friend she had to stop the car because she was about to pee. Friend proceeded to yell at her, telling her that she better not pee in her new car and they she couldn't stop there. She didn't go into any more detail, but she somehow managed to hold on until they go there. Apparently she held on so long it damaged  something and it hurt to pee for a while after that, though she made a full recovery. I can only imagine, because I have been in traffic on that bridge, and know what that area is like, and it was at least 30 minutes until they got to the venue, and possibly an hour.
    My wife was staring at me the entire time she was telling the story, and on thew way back she made a comment about not wanting to end up hurting herself like that. I had to explain to her that what that woman did was keep holding for another hour beyond when she gave in because it hurt too much and that she wasn't going to injure herself with what we were doing.
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    cwpee reacted to DerivativeWings in OMSA Biohazard Disposal   
    CASE 1: MYCA [FEMALE]
    OMSA mechanic Myca was desperate for a piss. Not like you would be on any of the homeworlds, like Earth or Mars. Not even desperate like you might get on any core or remote colonies, where modes of relief were sometimes very difficult to access. Myca was desperate in a way totally unique to the Observation and Maintenance Station Alpha on the hazard moon orbiting planet Urus. And because of the unique conditions of this station, Myca hadn’t peed in a ludicrous 1.9 Lunar Ikotetracycles, local time.
    Health mandates generally recommended station workers to urinate at least once every 0.3 lunar cycles when possible, and an automated system would allow anyone who had not used a station restroom in 0.7 cycles or more bathroom over those who hadn’t. The reason Myca had not used the bathroom in such an absurd amount of time was related to a recent station emergency. There had been a fire in sector 4, docking and drone maintenance, and Myca had spent 0.9 cycles simply doing damage control together with the other mechanics. After they were able to mitigate the disaster, there were plenty of frantic 0.7 cycle+ station workers to go around, so Myca could not rely on that system to use the toilet ahead of schedule. Besides that, Myca was to bone-exhausted to do anything but to get some rest. When she had awoken 0.5 cycles later, her bladder had been screaming at her.
    Given the toilets were still heavily trafficked at that time, Myca had entered herself into the remote queue system to use the bathroom as soon as possible. The system could only be used for individuals who had not urinated in 0.7 or more cycles, and would put a user into a queue and inform the them when their turn was coming up. To ensure the toilets would not be locked out because someone missed their turn, there was a timer and delay system in place, so generally you would need to show up while the person ahead of you in queue was using the toilet or your place in the queue would be pushed back. However, due to a technical error (which may or may have been related to the sector 4 fire), Myca lost her spot in the queue after missing her first window rather than being pushed back. As a result, she essentially needed to wait through the queue twice over all while her bladder became fuller and fuller.
    Back to the present day, Myca stepped into one of the three OMSA station bathrooms with a bladder as hard as an Urus diamond. She needed immediate relief, and would gladly have wet herself if that was a possibility. The interior of the bathroom was completely white, with three notable features. The solid wall to the left of Myca had a hexagonal lattice pattern to distinguish it as a relief area, and to her right was a space like a solid desk, approximately sitting height, with the same lattice pattern. Right in front of Myca was a computer screen mounted on a flexible arm, the bathroom controls. She quickly works the controls while squirming and massaging her massively overfull organ through her jumpsuit. After entering the correct values into the control; “urination” and “relief area 2”, the desk-like surface lights up indicating it is ready for use. Myca hastily unzips her work jumper and lets it drop to the floor, then lowers her underwear to her knees. Her naked body was that of a genotypical human, with two exceptions. The first, of course, being her rounded and impossibly bulging bladder. The second being the easy-to-miss translucent strip of material stuck to her pubic area, covering her pussy and anus. This was the cause of her agonies, a space material seal preventing the human biohazard release which was so dangerous on Urus Alpha, while allowing non-biohazard material to pass through. It could not be manually removed.
    Myca quickly sits on top of the surface, which adapts its shape to perfectly fit her contours. After the material has settled, she operates the controls once again to lock herself in place temporarily as the toilet creates a perfect seal between her pee hole and the rest of the station so her polymer strip can be safely opened. Myca is used to sitting on the toilet like this, desperately waiting and wanting the red light to turn green. But this was, quite possible, the worst it had ever been. She had certainly never held it in for this long before, and she had to pee so badly she barely knew what to do with herself. If she could take off the strip herself and pee freely, dooming the entire station in the process, it was quite possible she would have done so already. The outer door hisses as several bulkheads and airlocks shut tight, limiting the catastrophic damage to a single room in case anything went horribly wrong. A notification on the control panel indicates that Myca’s bladder scan is complete, and that she is cleared for urination as soon as the airtight seal between her body and the machine is completed. There have been times in the past where Myca has checked the results of her own scan out of sheer curiosity, but not this time. She was too desperate, and she didn’t want to know.
    The last step is for the strip of polymer to be dissolved while Myca’s pee-hole is completely sealed within the waste tank, and she urges it to hurry as she feels the slightly cool material against her nethers. Finally after what feels like an eternity, the lamp lights green indicating the process is completed and the system is ready to receive her waste. Myca reacts to the change so quickly, it almost feels like she starts urinating before the color of the light fully changes. Liters of biohazard material blasts out of her into the space below, with only the sound and sensation of relief as proof of what is happening. Myca gasps and moans with relief, and she was so absurdly full that it takes a full Earth minute before she can even feel her bladder start to deflate.
    After her successful urination, Myca needs to stay seated for a little longer as her polymer seal is reapplied and she is safely disconnected from the biohazard chamber. Finally she can exit the station bathroom relieved, another mechanic hurriedly taking her place.
    [END OF RECORD]
  6. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from mews39 in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    Well, my wife knows about it so whenever someone else (like her sister!) is talking about needing to pee, she will commonly shoot me a look. Same thing if a character in a show does it. I guess that's another reason I need that poker face!
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    cwpee got a reaction from WiiGuy86 in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    Those are some good points - I don't really have to try when it's family (or kids, ick), that's just naturally an unerotic situation. Friends it will definitely pop into head, though, even if I don't really get turned on. 
    I would say the only times I have to consciously fight it is when it's my wife who is desperate and there's people I know around. A perfect example is when we're on a family trip and she has to pee but there's nowhere to stop. There's definitely been some awkward moments where I had to hide a very obvious erection. 
  8. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from moiamigo in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    Well, my wife knows about it so whenever someone else (like her sister!) is talking about needing to pee, she will commonly shoot me a look. Same thing if a character in a show does it. I guess that's another reason I need that poker face!
  9. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from Linxsquat in Stories of seeing a female not being able to hold it - where they didn't know you were turned on by it   
    I didn't think I had ever witnessed anyone totally lose control, but I dug around my memory and remembered something. I had nearly missed it because I pretty much only think about my wife or other experiences I've had as an adult, back when I was 19. Its slightly fuzzy so I don't remember as many details as with my normal stories with my wife, but there's certain things that are etched into my mind.
    Almost 20 years ago when I was in college, I lived in a 4-plex (basically, a townhome-style apartment) with a roommate I met online. She was an incoming freshman at the community college I was at, and I had a year of college previously but it was my first year there. There were constantly people over there hanging out at our place, and we partied constantly, but there was a core group of about 6-8 of us that were all in the same complex that were there all the time. Despite partying all of the time, we had a blow-out party at our apartment one night that is still, do this day, the craziest party I've been to. Alcohol everywhere, pot-dealing neighbor rolling joints in the closet (plus some other drugs I carefully avoided), a lesbian orgy in my room that I got kicked out of, the works. There were even people running around on the roof of our unit since you could access it from a window on the 2nd floor. Eventually, about 5:30 AM the cops got called out. Not entirely sure how since I think every one of us was between 17 and 20 (this is in the US, were the legal age is 21), but not one got arrested or even cited for anything.
    Anyway, the next morning I woke up on the couch to the sounds of someone frantically trying to open the door. She had one hand between her legs and was trying to open the door, but based on how much she drank the night before she was almost certainly still very drunk. The downstairs toilet was in the master bedroom, and the other bathroom was upstairs, so I guess she was trying to get outside to pee in the grass since it was closer. I saw her pants starting to get dark, at which point she started fumbling with the pants, then I saw her lowering them and I could tell she was about to just squat down to pee on the carpet. I jumped up to grab her and told her not to pee there, then walked her upstairs. When I got her to the stairs, she started crawling up, with me right behind her watching the dark patch grow. Sadly I don't remember exactly what happened after that (I either saw that she was heading towards the bathroom and headed back down to the couch, or I made sure she made it inside and turned around).
    What I do definitely remember was that when I actually woke up on my own, hours later, she was gone. I went upstairs and her jeans and panties were still on the ground. The panties were still so wet they were dripping, and her jeans were almost totally soaked as well. I don't know what exactly happened, as mentioned, but I doubt she peed in the toilet at all. I tossed them in a trash bag and brought them downstairs to wash.
    "Ew, what smells?" my room mate asked.
    "Lilly peed herself this morning. Pretty sure she was about to do it on the floor before I grabbed her." I told her.
    "Dammit, Lily!" one of the other girls yelled, grabbing the pants. "These are mine! No idea whose panties these are, though" she said, tossing them on the ground.
    "Those are mine," my roommate said, annoyed. "How much did she drink last night?"
    Whenever this memory pops into my head I always have so many questions and so many what-if's. Its really odd given how I am now, but at the time it was kinda early in my omo journey and I guess I didn't think about taking advantage of it, or even really enjoying it, as it happened. Back then it was WAY harder to find any videos, so I had no actual interaction with it happening real-time and I guess my brain panicked.  That, and I was hungover and more concerned with getting a deposit back on my apartment.
    To answer your last question:
    I never actually saw her again. At getting the cops called on us, we dialed back the parties by a lot. That meant kicking out several members of our core group such as "Lilly" who always went overboard, and keeping it only to people we know (our parties would attract people from all over normally, and I never knew half of them). Also, I swear I'm not making this up, but my roommate also invited over some of the other counselors from the girl-scout camp she worked at during the week.
  10. Upvote
    cwpee reacted to Gregory10031 in Stories of seeing a female not being able to hold it - where they didn't know you were turned on by it   
    I was at an Earth Day event in Central Park - at one point I went to use the portable toilets - there was a long line  and I got in a conversation with a couple next to me while we were waiting. 
    In front of me there was a woman wearing an oversized white sweatshirt, light blue tight jeans and white pedal pusher sneakers with slouch socks  
     
    She had been standing with her legs tightly squeezed together, gently bouncing up and down in place for several minutes
     
    Suddenly, she started peeing on herself - she must have had to urinate very badly - her pants were wet at the crotch and the seat, down the inseams of both legs and there was pee pouring out of the cuffs of her pants legs and pouring over her socks - she couldn't stop herself & soon those areas of her pants were completely soaked
     
    She was MORTIFIED

    I had some tissues in my back pocket - I offered them to her... but it was useless, the damage was too great - there was no way she could hide that she wet her pants 
     
    She immediately ran away towards the exit of the park 

    Problem - it was about 200 yards or so to the entrance and all the paths in the park were crowded with people - hundreds of people would have seen her with her pants soaked - also I have no idea where she lived or how far she had to go to get home - if she lived nearby on the Upper East Side of Manhattan that would be bad enough - it would be a long embarrassing walk home with soaked pants - but if she lived on the Upper West Side that would involve an even longer walk home in wet pants - if she lived anywhere else in Manhattan she'd have a long bus or train ride home - if she lived elsewhere in the city that would involve a long subway ride home in wet pants - 

    I hope she didn't live in Long Island, New Jersey or Upstate - that would involve a long train ride home

    She must have felt  incredibly humiliated - that said, I'm sure she felt much more comfortable after peeing herself - judging by how soaked her pants were, she must have had to urinate very badly - she must have been holding her water for HOURS 
     
     
  11. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from Pee4me2 in Stories of seeing a female not being able to hold it - where they didn't know you were turned on by it   
    I didn't think I had ever witnessed anyone totally lose control, but I dug around my memory and remembered something. I had nearly missed it because I pretty much only think about my wife or other experiences I've had as an adult, back when I was 19. Its slightly fuzzy so I don't remember as many details as with my normal stories with my wife, but there's certain things that are etched into my mind.
    Almost 20 years ago when I was in college, I lived in a 4-plex (basically, a townhome-style apartment) with a roommate I met online. She was an incoming freshman at the community college I was at, and I had a year of college previously but it was my first year there. There were constantly people over there hanging out at our place, and we partied constantly, but there was a core group of about 6-8 of us that were all in the same complex that were there all the time. Despite partying all of the time, we had a blow-out party at our apartment one night that is still, do this day, the craziest party I've been to. Alcohol everywhere, pot-dealing neighbor rolling joints in the closet (plus some other drugs I carefully avoided), a lesbian orgy in my room that I got kicked out of, the works. There were even people running around on the roof of our unit since you could access it from a window on the 2nd floor. Eventually, about 5:30 AM the cops got called out. Not entirely sure how since I think every one of us was between 17 and 20 (this is in the US, were the legal age is 21), but not one got arrested or even cited for anything.
    Anyway, the next morning I woke up on the couch to the sounds of someone frantically trying to open the door. She had one hand between her legs and was trying to open the door, but based on how much she drank the night before she was almost certainly still very drunk. The downstairs toilet was in the master bedroom, and the other bathroom was upstairs, so I guess she was trying to get outside to pee in the grass since it was closer. I saw her pants starting to get dark, at which point she started fumbling with the pants, then I saw her lowering them and I could tell she was about to just squat down to pee on the carpet. I jumped up to grab her and told her not to pee there, then walked her upstairs. When I got her to the stairs, she started crawling up, with me right behind her watching the dark patch grow. Sadly I don't remember exactly what happened after that (I either saw that she was heading towards the bathroom and headed back down to the couch, or I made sure she made it inside and turned around).
    What I do definitely remember was that when I actually woke up on my own, hours later, she was gone. I went upstairs and her jeans and panties were still on the ground. The panties were still so wet they were dripping, and her jeans were almost totally soaked as well. I don't know what exactly happened, as mentioned, but I doubt she peed in the toilet at all. I tossed them in a trash bag and brought them downstairs to wash.
    "Ew, what smells?" my room mate asked.
    "Lilly peed herself this morning. Pretty sure she was about to do it on the floor before I grabbed her." I told her.
    "Dammit, Lily!" one of the other girls yelled, grabbing the pants. "These are mine! No idea whose panties these are, though" she said, tossing them on the ground.
    "Those are mine," my roommate said, annoyed. "How much did she drink last night?"
    Whenever this memory pops into my head I always have so many questions and so many what-if's. Its really odd given how I am now, but at the time it was kinda early in my omo journey and I guess I didn't think about taking advantage of it, or even really enjoying it, as it happened. Back then it was WAY harder to find any videos, so I had no actual interaction with it happening real-time and I guess my brain panicked.  That, and I was hungover and more concerned with getting a deposit back on my apartment.
    To answer your last question:
    I never actually saw her again. At getting the cops called on us, we dialed back the parties by a lot. That meant kicking out several members of our core group such as "Lilly" who always went overboard, and keeping it only to people we know (our parties would attract people from all over normally, and I never knew half of them). Also, I swear I'm not making this up, but my roommate also invited over some of the other counselors from the girl-scout camp she worked at during the week.
  12. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from ral in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    Well, my wife knows about it so whenever someone else (like her sister!) is talking about needing to pee, she will commonly shoot me a look. Same thing if a character in a show does it. I guess that's another reason I need that poker face!
  13. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from AnotherGuy in Stories of seeing a female not being able to hold it - where they didn't know you were turned on by it   
    I didn't think I had ever witnessed anyone totally lose control, but I dug around my memory and remembered something. I had nearly missed it because I pretty much only think about my wife or other experiences I've had as an adult, back when I was 19. Its slightly fuzzy so I don't remember as many details as with my normal stories with my wife, but there's certain things that are etched into my mind.
    Almost 20 years ago when I was in college, I lived in a 4-plex (basically, a townhome-style apartment) with a roommate I met online. She was an incoming freshman at the community college I was at, and I had a year of college previously but it was my first year there. There were constantly people over there hanging out at our place, and we partied constantly, but there was a core group of about 6-8 of us that were all in the same complex that were there all the time. Despite partying all of the time, we had a blow-out party at our apartment one night that is still, do this day, the craziest party I've been to. Alcohol everywhere, pot-dealing neighbor rolling joints in the closet (plus some other drugs I carefully avoided), a lesbian orgy in my room that I got kicked out of, the works. There were even people running around on the roof of our unit since you could access it from a window on the 2nd floor. Eventually, about 5:30 AM the cops got called out. Not entirely sure how since I think every one of us was between 17 and 20 (this is in the US, were the legal age is 21), but not one got arrested or even cited for anything.
    Anyway, the next morning I woke up on the couch to the sounds of someone frantically trying to open the door. She had one hand between her legs and was trying to open the door, but based on how much she drank the night before she was almost certainly still very drunk. The downstairs toilet was in the master bedroom, and the other bathroom was upstairs, so I guess she was trying to get outside to pee in the grass since it was closer. I saw her pants starting to get dark, at which point she started fumbling with the pants, then I saw her lowering them and I could tell she was about to just squat down to pee on the carpet. I jumped up to grab her and told her not to pee there, then walked her upstairs. When I got her to the stairs, she started crawling up, with me right behind her watching the dark patch grow. Sadly I don't remember exactly what happened after that (I either saw that she was heading towards the bathroom and headed back down to the couch, or I made sure she made it inside and turned around).
    What I do definitely remember was that when I actually woke up on my own, hours later, she was gone. I went upstairs and her jeans and panties were still on the ground. The panties were still so wet they were dripping, and her jeans were almost totally soaked as well. I don't know what exactly happened, as mentioned, but I doubt she peed in the toilet at all. I tossed them in a trash bag and brought them downstairs to wash.
    "Ew, what smells?" my room mate asked.
    "Lilly peed herself this morning. Pretty sure she was about to do it on the floor before I grabbed her." I told her.
    "Dammit, Lily!" one of the other girls yelled, grabbing the pants. "These are mine! No idea whose panties these are, though" she said, tossing them on the ground.
    "Those are mine," my roommate said, annoyed. "How much did she drink last night?"
    Whenever this memory pops into my head I always have so many questions and so many what-if's. Its really odd given how I am now, but at the time it was kinda early in my omo journey and I guess I didn't think about taking advantage of it, or even really enjoying it, as it happened. Back then it was WAY harder to find any videos, so I had no actual interaction with it happening real-time and I guess my brain panicked.  That, and I was hungover and more concerned with getting a deposit back on my apartment.
    To answer your last question:
    I never actually saw her again. At getting the cops called on us, we dialed back the parties by a lot. That meant kicking out several members of our core group such as "Lilly" who always went overboard, and keeping it only to people we know (our parties would attract people from all over normally, and I never knew half of them). Also, I swear I'm not making this up, but my roommate also invited over some of the other counselors from the girl-scout camp she worked at during the week.
  14. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from skywalker58 in Stories of seeing a female not being able to hold it - where they didn't know you were turned on by it   
    I didn't think I had ever witnessed anyone totally lose control, but I dug around my memory and remembered something. I had nearly missed it because I pretty much only think about my wife or other experiences I've had as an adult, back when I was 19. Its slightly fuzzy so I don't remember as many details as with my normal stories with my wife, but there's certain things that are etched into my mind.
    Almost 20 years ago when I was in college, I lived in a 4-plex (basically, a townhome-style apartment) with a roommate I met online. She was an incoming freshman at the community college I was at, and I had a year of college previously but it was my first year there. There were constantly people over there hanging out at our place, and we partied constantly, but there was a core group of about 6-8 of us that were all in the same complex that were there all the time. Despite partying all of the time, we had a blow-out party at our apartment one night that is still, do this day, the craziest party I've been to. Alcohol everywhere, pot-dealing neighbor rolling joints in the closet (plus some other drugs I carefully avoided), a lesbian orgy in my room that I got kicked out of, the works. There were even people running around on the roof of our unit since you could access it from a window on the 2nd floor. Eventually, about 5:30 AM the cops got called out. Not entirely sure how since I think every one of us was between 17 and 20 (this is in the US, were the legal age is 21), but not one got arrested or even cited for anything.
    Anyway, the next morning I woke up on the couch to the sounds of someone frantically trying to open the door. She had one hand between her legs and was trying to open the door, but based on how much she drank the night before she was almost certainly still very drunk. The downstairs toilet was in the master bedroom, and the other bathroom was upstairs, so I guess she was trying to get outside to pee in the grass since it was closer. I saw her pants starting to get dark, at which point she started fumbling with the pants, then I saw her lowering them and I could tell she was about to just squat down to pee on the carpet. I jumped up to grab her and told her not to pee there, then walked her upstairs. When I got her to the stairs, she started crawling up, with me right behind her watching the dark patch grow. Sadly I don't remember exactly what happened after that (I either saw that she was heading towards the bathroom and headed back down to the couch, or I made sure she made it inside and turned around).
    What I do definitely remember was that when I actually woke up on my own, hours later, she was gone. I went upstairs and her jeans and panties were still on the ground. The panties were still so wet they were dripping, and her jeans were almost totally soaked as well. I don't know what exactly happened, as mentioned, but I doubt she peed in the toilet at all. I tossed them in a trash bag and brought them downstairs to wash.
    "Ew, what smells?" my room mate asked.
    "Lilly peed herself this morning. Pretty sure she was about to do it on the floor before I grabbed her." I told her.
    "Dammit, Lily!" one of the other girls yelled, grabbing the pants. "These are mine! No idea whose panties these are, though" she said, tossing them on the ground.
    "Those are mine," my roommate said, annoyed. "How much did she drink last night?"
    Whenever this memory pops into my head I always have so many questions and so many what-if's. Its really odd given how I am now, but at the time it was kinda early in my omo journey and I guess I didn't think about taking advantage of it, or even really enjoying it, as it happened. Back then it was WAY harder to find any videos, so I had no actual interaction with it happening real-time and I guess my brain panicked.  That, and I was hungover and more concerned with getting a deposit back on my apartment.
    To answer your last question:
    I never actually saw her again. At getting the cops called on us, we dialed back the parties by a lot. That meant kicking out several members of our core group such as "Lilly" who always went overboard, and keeping it only to people we know (our parties would attract people from all over normally, and I never knew half of them). Also, I swear I'm not making this up, but my roommate also invited over some of the other counselors from the girl-scout camp she worked at during the week.
  15. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from oliveomo in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    I'm curious how many others have experienced this, but are there times you had to "turn off" your omo fetish for one reason or another? For me, its usually when its family related (such several times my SIL was dying to pee in the car when I was driving).
    This weekend, I had a less-comfortable one. I was at an all-day marching band competition, and the bathrooms were WAY away from where we were loading and set up, plus there were several bus rides. As a result I must have heard "I am dying to pee" at least 15 times. The problem is that they were almost all underage (and I obviously won't relay them here). It was actually much easier since they were underage and even thinking about that was more than enough to keep from getting "excited."
    It was a little more complicated when they were 18+. There were a few times I saw adults obviously desperate to pee. There was one time in particular, though, with a student where I know the girl was 18 so I will give a brief account (I was still standing in front of over 100 school kids, so very much thinking about something else to avoid a "situation" and don't have specific details on what she was doing). We had eaten, then gone back to the competition so we could see the last band then find out who made finals. However, when we got there, they were running ahead and we had to rush to the stands before they announced the results, then we waited through the presentation, then stayed afterwards for a debrief. About 15 minutes in, I saw a drum major lean over to the director, who then said "Alice, you can go to the bathroom." She shook her head, but she was obviously in dire need. About a minute later, drum major shouted "Come on Alice, you are obviously dying up there." Sure enough, she was actually starting to cry! Finally, a couple minutes later, the director said "Ok, I'm done, will you just go pee?" at which point her and another girl sprinted full speed to the bathroom.
  16. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from moiamigo in Stories of seeing a female not being able to hold it - where they didn't know you were turned on by it   
    I didn't think I had ever witnessed anyone totally lose control, but I dug around my memory and remembered something. I had nearly missed it because I pretty much only think about my wife or other experiences I've had as an adult, back when I was 19. Its slightly fuzzy so I don't remember as many details as with my normal stories with my wife, but there's certain things that are etched into my mind.
    Almost 20 years ago when I was in college, I lived in a 4-plex (basically, a townhome-style apartment) with a roommate I met online. She was an incoming freshman at the community college I was at, and I had a year of college previously but it was my first year there. There were constantly people over there hanging out at our place, and we partied constantly, but there was a core group of about 6-8 of us that were all in the same complex that were there all the time. Despite partying all of the time, we had a blow-out party at our apartment one night that is still, do this day, the craziest party I've been to. Alcohol everywhere, pot-dealing neighbor rolling joints in the closet (plus some other drugs I carefully avoided), a lesbian orgy in my room that I got kicked out of, the works. There were even people running around on the roof of our unit since you could access it from a window on the 2nd floor. Eventually, about 5:30 AM the cops got called out. Not entirely sure how since I think every one of us was between 17 and 20 (this is in the US, were the legal age is 21), but not one got arrested or even cited for anything.
    Anyway, the next morning I woke up on the couch to the sounds of someone frantically trying to open the door. She had one hand between her legs and was trying to open the door, but based on how much she drank the night before she was almost certainly still very drunk. The downstairs toilet was in the master bedroom, and the other bathroom was upstairs, so I guess she was trying to get outside to pee in the grass since it was closer. I saw her pants starting to get dark, at which point she started fumbling with the pants, then I saw her lowering them and I could tell she was about to just squat down to pee on the carpet. I jumped up to grab her and told her not to pee there, then walked her upstairs. When I got her to the stairs, she started crawling up, with me right behind her watching the dark patch grow. Sadly I don't remember exactly what happened after that (I either saw that she was heading towards the bathroom and headed back down to the couch, or I made sure she made it inside and turned around).
    What I do definitely remember was that when I actually woke up on my own, hours later, she was gone. I went upstairs and her jeans and panties were still on the ground. The panties were still so wet they were dripping, and her jeans were almost totally soaked as well. I don't know what exactly happened, as mentioned, but I doubt she peed in the toilet at all. I tossed them in a trash bag and brought them downstairs to wash.
    "Ew, what smells?" my room mate asked.
    "Lilly peed herself this morning. Pretty sure she was about to do it on the floor before I grabbed her." I told her.
    "Dammit, Lily!" one of the other girls yelled, grabbing the pants. "These are mine! No idea whose panties these are, though" she said, tossing them on the ground.
    "Those are mine," my roommate said, annoyed. "How much did she drink last night?"
    Whenever this memory pops into my head I always have so many questions and so many what-if's. Its really odd given how I am now, but at the time it was kinda early in my omo journey and I guess I didn't think about taking advantage of it, or even really enjoying it, as it happened. Back then it was WAY harder to find any videos, so I had no actual interaction with it happening real-time and I guess my brain panicked.  That, and I was hungover and more concerned with getting a deposit back on my apartment.
    To answer your last question:
    I never actually saw her again. At getting the cops called on us, we dialed back the parties by a lot. That meant kicking out several members of our core group such as "Lilly" who always went overboard, and keeping it only to people we know (our parties would attract people from all over normally, and I never knew half of them). Also, I swear I'm not making this up, but my roommate also invited over some of the other counselors from the girl-scout camp she worked at during the week.
  17. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from moiamigo in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    I'm curious how many others have experienced this, but are there times you had to "turn off" your omo fetish for one reason or another? For me, its usually when its family related (such several times my SIL was dying to pee in the car when I was driving).
    This weekend, I had a less-comfortable one. I was at an all-day marching band competition, and the bathrooms were WAY away from where we were loading and set up, plus there were several bus rides. As a result I must have heard "I am dying to pee" at least 15 times. The problem is that they were almost all underage (and I obviously won't relay them here). It was actually much easier since they were underage and even thinking about that was more than enough to keep from getting "excited."
    It was a little more complicated when they were 18+. There were a few times I saw adults obviously desperate to pee. There was one time in particular, though, with a student where I know the girl was 18 so I will give a brief account (I was still standing in front of over 100 school kids, so very much thinking about something else to avoid a "situation" and don't have specific details on what she was doing). We had eaten, then gone back to the competition so we could see the last band then find out who made finals. However, when we got there, they were running ahead and we had to rush to the stands before they announced the results, then we waited through the presentation, then stayed afterwards for a debrief. About 15 minutes in, I saw a drum major lean over to the director, who then said "Alice, you can go to the bathroom." She shook her head, but she was obviously in dire need. About a minute later, drum major shouted "Come on Alice, you are obviously dying up there." Sure enough, she was actually starting to cry! Finally, a couple minutes later, the director said "Ok, I'm done, will you just go pee?" at which point her and another girl sprinted full speed to the bathroom.
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    cwpee got a reaction from DesperateJill in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    Well, my wife knows about it so whenever someone else (like her sister!) is talking about needing to pee, she will commonly shoot me a look. Same thing if a character in a show does it. I guess that's another reason I need that poker face!
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    cwpee reacted to Bazman in Stories of seeing a female not being able to hold it - where they didn't know you were turned on by it   
    Well I finally got Libby to the bottom level and propped her up against her bedroom door and pointed to the bathroom as I could tell she needed to pee. She was tilted forward, bottom sticking out classic female stance.
    I opened the bathroom door and invited her to use it. She just stood there and said "I know where the bathroom is B..." and said my name, and then asked for a hug.
    I gave her a hug then left her to get herself to bed.
    As I came up the stairs I remembered the wet feet, and looked at the stairs more carefully. There were fresh wet patches here and there as she had descended.
    I followed the little wet patches all the way to the kitchen which had small puddles scattered all the way to the very wet dining room chair.
    Now it was clear!  I thought "damn it she was so open to a good frolicing I could have bed her easily and she woukd have released the rest". How could I have missed it. I thought about going back down and did... but her door was shut and I don't open closed doors uninvited. Damn.
    The next morning she sbeepishly got up abd they left. I went down to make her bed and it was soaked... fully wet to the max.  All her pent up pee from hours of drinking in my spare bed.
    Lucky I had a mattress protector lol.  I fanticised about that for a while.  But to have had sex would not have been a good idea, she would have taken it too seriously and we all know what happens when a man fucks a women who then wants a relationship and the man does not. Pity though, she was a wet one
  20. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from DesperateJill in Times when you had to "turn off" your fetish?   
    I'm curious how many others have experienced this, but are there times you had to "turn off" your omo fetish for one reason or another? For me, its usually when its family related (such several times my SIL was dying to pee in the car when I was driving).
    This weekend, I had a less-comfortable one. I was at an all-day marching band competition, and the bathrooms were WAY away from where we were loading and set up, plus there were several bus rides. As a result I must have heard "I am dying to pee" at least 15 times. The problem is that they were almost all underage (and I obviously won't relay them here). It was actually much easier since they were underage and even thinking about that was more than enough to keep from getting "excited."
    It was a little more complicated when they were 18+. There were a few times I saw adults obviously desperate to pee. There was one time in particular, though, with a student where I know the girl was 18 so I will give a brief account (I was still standing in front of over 100 school kids, so very much thinking about something else to avoid a "situation" and don't have specific details on what she was doing). We had eaten, then gone back to the competition so we could see the last band then find out who made finals. However, when we got there, they were running ahead and we had to rush to the stands before they announced the results, then we waited through the presentation, then stayed afterwards for a debrief. About 15 minutes in, I saw a drum major lean over to the director, who then said "Alice, you can go to the bathroom." She shook her head, but she was obviously in dire need. About a minute later, drum major shouted "Come on Alice, you are obviously dying up there." Sure enough, she was actually starting to cry! Finally, a couple minutes later, the director said "Ok, I'm done, will you just go pee?" at which point her and another girl sprinted full speed to the bathroom.
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    cwpee got a reaction from Bazman in Stories of seeing a female not being able to hold it - where they didn't know you were turned on by it   
    I didn't think I had ever witnessed anyone totally lose control, but I dug around my memory and remembered something. I had nearly missed it because I pretty much only think about my wife or other experiences I've had as an adult, back when I was 19. Its slightly fuzzy so I don't remember as many details as with my normal stories with my wife, but there's certain things that are etched into my mind.
    Almost 20 years ago when I was in college, I lived in a 4-plex (basically, a townhome-style apartment) with a roommate I met online. She was an incoming freshman at the community college I was at, and I had a year of college previously but it was my first year there. There were constantly people over there hanging out at our place, and we partied constantly, but there was a core group of about 6-8 of us that were all in the same complex that were there all the time. Despite partying all of the time, we had a blow-out party at our apartment one night that is still, do this day, the craziest party I've been to. Alcohol everywhere, pot-dealing neighbor rolling joints in the closet (plus some other drugs I carefully avoided), a lesbian orgy in my room that I got kicked out of, the works. There were even people running around on the roof of our unit since you could access it from a window on the 2nd floor. Eventually, about 5:30 AM the cops got called out. Not entirely sure how since I think every one of us was between 17 and 20 (this is in the US, were the legal age is 21), but not one got arrested or even cited for anything.
    Anyway, the next morning I woke up on the couch to the sounds of someone frantically trying to open the door. She had one hand between her legs and was trying to open the door, but based on how much she drank the night before she was almost certainly still very drunk. The downstairs toilet was in the master bedroom, and the other bathroom was upstairs, so I guess she was trying to get outside to pee in the grass since it was closer. I saw her pants starting to get dark, at which point she started fumbling with the pants, then I saw her lowering them and I could tell she was about to just squat down to pee on the carpet. I jumped up to grab her and told her not to pee there, then walked her upstairs. When I got her to the stairs, she started crawling up, with me right behind her watching the dark patch grow. Sadly I don't remember exactly what happened after that (I either saw that she was heading towards the bathroom and headed back down to the couch, or I made sure she made it inside and turned around).
    What I do definitely remember was that when I actually woke up on my own, hours later, she was gone. I went upstairs and her jeans and panties were still on the ground. The panties were still so wet they were dripping, and her jeans were almost totally soaked as well. I don't know what exactly happened, as mentioned, but I doubt she peed in the toilet at all. I tossed them in a trash bag and brought them downstairs to wash.
    "Ew, what smells?" my room mate asked.
    "Lilly peed herself this morning. Pretty sure she was about to do it on the floor before I grabbed her." I told her.
    "Dammit, Lily!" one of the other girls yelled, grabbing the pants. "These are mine! No idea whose panties these are, though" she said, tossing them on the ground.
    "Those are mine," my roommate said, annoyed. "How much did she drink last night?"
    Whenever this memory pops into my head I always have so many questions and so many what-if's. Its really odd given how I am now, but at the time it was kinda early in my omo journey and I guess I didn't think about taking advantage of it, or even really enjoying it, as it happened. Back then it was WAY harder to find any videos, so I had no actual interaction with it happening real-time and I guess my brain panicked.  That, and I was hungover and more concerned with getting a deposit back on my apartment.
    To answer your last question:
    I never actually saw her again. At getting the cops called on us, we dialed back the parties by a lot. That meant kicking out several members of our core group such as "Lilly" who always went overboard, and keeping it only to people we know (our parties would attract people from all over normally, and I never knew half of them). Also, I swear I'm not making this up, but my roommate also invited over some of the other counselors from the girl-scout camp she worked at during the week.
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    cwpee got a reaction from Renatatswet in Stories of seeing a female not being able to hold it - where they didn't know you were turned on by it   
    I didn't think I had ever witnessed anyone totally lose control, but I dug around my memory and remembered something. I had nearly missed it because I pretty much only think about my wife or other experiences I've had as an adult, back when I was 19. Its slightly fuzzy so I don't remember as many details as with my normal stories with my wife, but there's certain things that are etched into my mind.
    Almost 20 years ago when I was in college, I lived in a 4-plex (basically, a townhome-style apartment) with a roommate I met online. She was an incoming freshman at the community college I was at, and I had a year of college previously but it was my first year there. There were constantly people over there hanging out at our place, and we partied constantly, but there was a core group of about 6-8 of us that were all in the same complex that were there all the time. Despite partying all of the time, we had a blow-out party at our apartment one night that is still, do this day, the craziest party I've been to. Alcohol everywhere, pot-dealing neighbor rolling joints in the closet (plus some other drugs I carefully avoided), a lesbian orgy in my room that I got kicked out of, the works. There were even people running around on the roof of our unit since you could access it from a window on the 2nd floor. Eventually, about 5:30 AM the cops got called out. Not entirely sure how since I think every one of us was between 17 and 20 (this is in the US, were the legal age is 21), but not one got arrested or even cited for anything.
    Anyway, the next morning I woke up on the couch to the sounds of someone frantically trying to open the door. She had one hand between her legs and was trying to open the door, but based on how much she drank the night before she was almost certainly still very drunk. The downstairs toilet was in the master bedroom, and the other bathroom was upstairs, so I guess she was trying to get outside to pee in the grass since it was closer. I saw her pants starting to get dark, at which point she started fumbling with the pants, then I saw her lowering them and I could tell she was about to just squat down to pee on the carpet. I jumped up to grab her and told her not to pee there, then walked her upstairs. When I got her to the stairs, she started crawling up, with me right behind her watching the dark patch grow. Sadly I don't remember exactly what happened after that (I either saw that she was heading towards the bathroom and headed back down to the couch, or I made sure she made it inside and turned around).
    What I do definitely remember was that when I actually woke up on my own, hours later, she was gone. I went upstairs and her jeans and panties were still on the ground. The panties were still so wet they were dripping, and her jeans were almost totally soaked as well. I don't know what exactly happened, as mentioned, but I doubt she peed in the toilet at all. I tossed them in a trash bag and brought them downstairs to wash.
    "Ew, what smells?" my room mate asked.
    "Lilly peed herself this morning. Pretty sure she was about to do it on the floor before I grabbed her." I told her.
    "Dammit, Lily!" one of the other girls yelled, grabbing the pants. "These are mine! No idea whose panties these are, though" she said, tossing them on the ground.
    "Those are mine," my roommate said, annoyed. "How much did she drink last night?"
    Whenever this memory pops into my head I always have so many questions and so many what-if's. Its really odd given how I am now, but at the time it was kinda early in my omo journey and I guess I didn't think about taking advantage of it, or even really enjoying it, as it happened. Back then it was WAY harder to find any videos, so I had no actual interaction with it happening real-time and I guess my brain panicked.  That, and I was hungover and more concerned with getting a deposit back on my apartment.
    To answer your last question:
    I never actually saw her again. At getting the cops called on us, we dialed back the parties by a lot. That meant kicking out several members of our core group such as "Lilly" who always went overboard, and keeping it only to people we know (our parties would attract people from all over normally, and I never knew half of them). Also, I swear I'm not making this up, but my roommate also invited over some of the other counselors from the girl-scout camp she worked at during the week.
  23. Upvote
    cwpee got a reaction from Kei in Stories of seeing a female not being able to hold it - where they didn't know you were turned on by it   
    I didn't think I had ever witnessed anyone totally lose control, but I dug around my memory and remembered something. I had nearly missed it because I pretty much only think about my wife or other experiences I've had as an adult, back when I was 19. Its slightly fuzzy so I don't remember as many details as with my normal stories with my wife, but there's certain things that are etched into my mind.
    Almost 20 years ago when I was in college, I lived in a 4-plex (basically, a townhome-style apartment) with a roommate I met online. She was an incoming freshman at the community college I was at, and I had a year of college previously but it was my first year there. There were constantly people over there hanging out at our place, and we partied constantly, but there was a core group of about 6-8 of us that were all in the same complex that were there all the time. Despite partying all of the time, we had a blow-out party at our apartment one night that is still, do this day, the craziest party I've been to. Alcohol everywhere, pot-dealing neighbor rolling joints in the closet (plus some other drugs I carefully avoided), a lesbian orgy in my room that I got kicked out of, the works. There were even people running around on the roof of our unit since you could access it from a window on the 2nd floor. Eventually, about 5:30 AM the cops got called out. Not entirely sure how since I think every one of us was between 17 and 20 (this is in the US, were the legal age is 21), but not one got arrested or even cited for anything.
    Anyway, the next morning I woke up on the couch to the sounds of someone frantically trying to open the door. She had one hand between her legs and was trying to open the door, but based on how much she drank the night before she was almost certainly still very drunk. The downstairs toilet was in the master bedroom, and the other bathroom was upstairs, so I guess she was trying to get outside to pee in the grass since it was closer. I saw her pants starting to get dark, at which point she started fumbling with the pants, then I saw her lowering them and I could tell she was about to just squat down to pee on the carpet. I jumped up to grab her and told her not to pee there, then walked her upstairs. When I got her to the stairs, she started crawling up, with me right behind her watching the dark patch grow. Sadly I don't remember exactly what happened after that (I either saw that she was heading towards the bathroom and headed back down to the couch, or I made sure she made it inside and turned around).
    What I do definitely remember was that when I actually woke up on my own, hours later, she was gone. I went upstairs and her jeans and panties were still on the ground. The panties were still so wet they were dripping, and her jeans were almost totally soaked as well. I don't know what exactly happened, as mentioned, but I doubt she peed in the toilet at all. I tossed them in a trash bag and brought them downstairs to wash.
    "Ew, what smells?" my room mate asked.
    "Lilly peed herself this morning. Pretty sure she was about to do it on the floor before I grabbed her." I told her.
    "Dammit, Lily!" one of the other girls yelled, grabbing the pants. "These are mine! No idea whose panties these are, though" she said, tossing them on the ground.
    "Those are mine," my roommate said, annoyed. "How much did she drink last night?"
    Whenever this memory pops into my head I always have so many questions and so many what-if's. Its really odd given how I am now, but at the time it was kinda early in my omo journey and I guess I didn't think about taking advantage of it, or even really enjoying it, as it happened. Back then it was WAY harder to find any videos, so I had no actual interaction with it happening real-time and I guess my brain panicked.  That, and I was hungover and more concerned with getting a deposit back on my apartment.
    To answer your last question:
    I never actually saw her again. At getting the cops called on us, we dialed back the parties by a lot. That meant kicking out several members of our core group such as "Lilly" who always went overboard, and keeping it only to people we know (our parties would attract people from all over normally, and I never knew half of them). Also, I swear I'm not making this up, but my roommate also invited over some of the other counselors from the girl-scout camp she worked at during the week.
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    cwpee got a reaction from bball in My delayed birthday present from my wife   
    Thanks! It doesn't does for me as well. Sometimes it will happen almost out of nowhere (I rub her back, say something sexy, she hears a song that turns her on, etc) and its a good indication I should start paying more attention to her! I don't have the anatomy so I could be off, but I feel like its similar to when a guy starts to get an erection and has to adjust. The difference is that it happens way quicker for her and its way easier to stimulate.
    Now, for the finale! I still can't believe how this whole day went. This day was pretty much straight out of my fantasies. I will always plan out my "ideal" day when we go out for the day, and will scout out what the restroom situation is like, but I'm lucky if anything major lines up. This time, though, it was like it check all of the boxes.
    ***Note: There's LOTS of sex talk in this if it bothers you.
    -----------------------------------------------
    After the last stop, she also knew she hadn’t drunk as much water, so as soon as she got in the car she drank a ton more.
    “I’m having way too much fun, so I gotta stay hydrated!” she said as she squeezed my hard-on. She kept sipping water on the way there, and it was finally catching up to her when we got there. Not long after we got there, she told me:
    “OK, I really gotta pee again, and I want to enjoy our food. Can I please go again?”
    “Yes, that’s fine, but only if you agree to hold it until we get home.”
    Without a pause she said “Of course, I was planning on doing that anyway”.
    Score! I didn’t want to push it and try to orchestrate something because I really wanted to get her home super desperate, so I decided to just go with it and trust her timing, especially since she tended to overestimate her holding ability when she was drinking. We each ordered a beer with our meal, but she ended up finishing half of mine since I was driving. Out at the beer garden, she had another beer and some more water. With everything she was drinking, I was honestly expecting her to want to go again before we left. In that case, I was prepared with a plan and would just ask to stay for another beer, than have her chug water to fill up.
    I decided to go t to the bathroom myself so I wouldn’t be desperate to go when we got home, and was greeted with a line - a guy and 2 girls. The girl at the front was bouncing around in place, obviously very desperate. There were 2 single toilets - men’s and women’s. The guy took a look at the woman and told her
    “If the men’s opens up, go ahead. I’ll just consider it unisex."
    “Oh thank you! I’m about to pee myself, I drank too much!”
    Unfortunately (for me) the men’s did open up about 15 seconds later (and another woman came out of it), so I didn’t get much of a show. As I continued to wait, I thought about how it might have been better to wait until my wife needed to go so I could watch her wait, thinking there was no way she would wait, but it was too late for that.
    Back at the table, the next band was on and she had gotten another beer. We enjoyed the band for a little while, and I noticed she was drinking her beer faster than normal. Sure enough, as soon as she was done, she said:
    “OK, are you ready to go home?”
    It seemed like she actually was trying to make it, so I didn’t want to risk her changing her mind and hurried up. As we were walking to the car I heard her quietly say, not directed at me:
    “Oh fuck, I have to pee…”
    I chose to ignore it, hoping that by not bringing it up she was less likely to ask to stop. It was now 9:45, an hour and a half since she last pee. If you remember, that's how long it normally took before she was really desperate the last few times, and it was still a 45 minute drive home so I didn’t see how she would make it. About 5 minutes in to the drive there was a gas station, then nothing for quite a while. With any luck she wouldn’t say anything until after that.
    Surprisingly, she took another huge drink of water as soon as she sat down. Maybe she really was going to try to wait until home! It was a beautiful night, so I decided to open up the sunroof - partly because I enjoy it, but mostly because my wife likes it even more (she had earlier commented about how she wished I still had my Miata so we could put the top down). Sure enough, she got super excited, putting her hands out the windows. I reached over to squeeze her breasts, instead just getting her bra.
    “Hey, aren’t you supposed to take that thing off?”
    Without saying anything, she quickly slid it off, pulled it out from under her dress, then threw it out the sunroof.
    “Holy shit!” I said. “I really hope that was an old bra”
    “It was”
    “Are you sure? Because I can turn around to get it if it wasn’t”.
    “No, just keep going” She said as she slid the dress down, exposing her breasts. “Hey, my boobs are out!” she yelled before grabbing my hand again and pulling it over to them.
    As she was taking her bra off, the thought went through my mind that she might toss it out, but I really didn’t think she would actually do it. There was a car not too far behind us, and I really wonder what they thought as they came up on the bra in the middle of the road. It was clear she was in the state where she was super horny and uninhibited, and it always led to some wild stuff.
    I will pause for a moment to talk about consent since its always tricky when someone is drunk. We have a standing agreement that anything goes when we are drunk, since anything goes when we are sober. The only exception is if one of us actively says "no". Now that that's clear, lets continue -
    As I kept playing with her breast and nipple I remembered the shorts she was still wearing.
    “Hey, weren’t you supposed to take the shorts off, too?” I asked.
    Again, without saying anything she started taking them off.
    “Hey, don’t throw those out of the car! Those aren't cheap and we can’t afford another pair right now.”
    I kept my eyes on the road, glancing over occasionally, when I realized she was also taking off her panties. Was she going to throw those out as well? Sure enough, she did. The car was now so close its very possible they hit their windshield.
    “OK, that works.” I said. “You do know there’s a car right behind us, right?”
    “Oh shit, there is! Well, they just got a show, didn’t they?”
    We had made it to the main Interstate highway now, and she was just starting. As soon as I got up to speed, she lifted her dress above her waist and spread her legs wide, then drug my hand down there. She was soaking wet, and (mostly) not from pee. I found her clit and was amazed at how swollen and hard it was. Its been a crazy few years between family and medical issues and I hadn’t felt her like this in a long time. Irubbed it as she moaned loudly, when I had a thought. If she had to pee that bad, was she going to squirt in my car? Sure enough, 15 seconds later, I feel a short spurt of pee on my fingers, followed by another. I pulled my hand away before asking 
    “OK, do you still need to pee?"
    "Oh my god, you have no idea how badly I have to pee!”
    “That’s what I thought. You need to sit on my towel, I don’t want you squirting pee all in my car again.”
    --Note: There's another story I need to post, but something similar happened, and she soaked her dress, a towel, and my seat.
    “Seriously?” She asked.
    “Seriously.”
    She was clearly annoyed at me having stopped, but slid it under her butt before spreading her legs back open. I gave her a proper orgasm before pulling my hand away again. Shortly after, she leaned over to unbutton my pants. She stroked me a few times, before saying
    “I really want to give you a blowjob right now”
    “Well, what’s stopping you?”
    Normally she wouldn’t do something like that on a very busy highway like this, but she obviously wasn’t in the mood to care that night. Within seconds she had her seatbelt off and was leaning over me. I realized at this point that her dress was pulled up, and she was showing off her butt out of the passenger window. I tried pulling it down, but it wasn’t going anywhere so I gave up and enjoyed the action. We passed several cars, so I can only imagine what they saw if they glanced over. After a minute she sat back up, then reclined the seat and started masturbating. Pretty quickly I heard things getting very wet, and it was clear she was squirting a lot. I was past the point of caring about my car seat, especially since it was probably almost entirely water at this point.
    She was really into it now, and as I heard her reaching a peak, there weren’t as many cars on the road so I started glancing over more. She screamed loudly and even though there were only streetlights, I could have sworn I saw a stream of pee hit the dashboard, or at least close. 
    Finally sated, at least temporarily, she sat back up. It didn’t last long, though, and only a couple minutes later she wanted me to finger her again. By this point, though, we were in town and off the highway. It was going to be pretty easy to see what was going on it someone came up next to us, plus I needed to concentrate on the road and driving more, so I told her we needed chill out. 
    “But I have to pee SO BAD, and I need something to distract me!”
    That was exactly what I wanted to hear, so I reached over and played with her nipples whenever I could. Then, she reached over and started stroking me again. As we finally pulled into our neighborhood, she put a hand back between her legs, but this time it was clear she was holding herself to keep from peeing. Turning onto our street she shouted out:
    “OK, I’m going to start peeing as soon as I take my fingers away. I need you to grab the blanket QUICK.”
    Thankfully there were no neighbors out, because she had her dress lifted up and her hand buried between her legs. She jumped up and down as she waited for me to unlock the door, then ran to the bedroom and threw off the dress, carefully switching hands in her pussy. She was bent forward with a leg wrapped around her hand to give it extra pressure.
    “Oh fuck, its coming out! Hurry! I need you to plug me up before I lose it.”
    I’ve mentioned it before, but once I’m inside her from behind my penis presses in a way that it completely, 100% closes off her urethra. We’ve had sex when she was at absolute capacity (1200mL) and she was pushing as hard as she could, and nothing came out. First, though, we needed lube. Sure she was wet, but I know I wouldn’t last long so I wanted it as slick as possible. I got a good helping of lube and put it on her, then inside. I LOVE feeling her full bladder from the inside and it was MASSIVE. It wasn’t quite rock hard, but it was protruding way into her vagina. I got another helping of lube and slid it in her, this time pressing harder on her bladder. Surprisingly, instead of hearing her scream she moaned in pleasure. It was ON.
    I entered her from behind and within seconds she started orgasming. I used every trick in my book to last longer, and it was going OK. Then, after a couple minutes, she reached over and grabbed her magic wand from her nightstand. She slid it underneath to where it was right on her clit and flipped it on. I knew I didn’t have much time left since the vibrations went straight through to me, so I just thrust in as far as I could as I felt myself get closer to an orgasm. She had a HUGE one, which sent me over the edge as well. The second I pulled out, her bladder exploded, splattering all over the place as she came. She kept having orgasm after orgasm until I heard her moan
    “Oh god, it won’t stop…”
    “Huh?”
    “I can’t move, and its on high on my clit!”
    I realized she was trying to turn it off, but couldn’t! I reached down and turned of off, and she lay there for a couple minutes trying to catch her breath. Finally, slowly, she got up. To my surprise, though, she just laid back down on the back on the bed and turned on the vibrator again. She came several more times, squirting massively each time, before finally stopping. She must have sat there for 5 minutes catching her breath before she finally went to the toilet. She barely peed any, having emptied her bladder almost entirely in the bed. Thankfully we have that waterproof blanket, but she came so much, it pooled around her and some ran off onto the bed, so she had to sleep on a towel.
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    cwpee got a reaction from abdl94102 in Pressing on a female's bladder and becoming desperate   
    EXACT same thing with my wife. Whats funny is it's usually the cat hopping on top of her (it's his thing to climb on us so we will pet him). Happens at least once a week.
    Another related thing: we will have sex in the morning occasionally. If I wake up first, I can try to get her going before her morning pee. Sometimes she will jump up and run to the bathroom as soon as I wake her, but usually she won't say anything until I'm inside her, at which point she starts panicking and begging me to hurry up. Naturally, I do whatever I can to put extra pressure on her bladder (unless she says not to, obviously). 
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