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My wife at the time loved the boyband so much that this would be the fifth time I'd taken her to see them. As their careers wained so the venues declined in stature, to tonight's outdoor gig at a sports field. To acknowledge that I wasn't into the music, she offered to drive so I could have a beer. I peed before leaving home, followed by about an hour drive to the venue, on which I drank a can of diet coke. I bought her a cup of tea and myself two cans of beer, and drank them while we sat on the grass waiting for the support act. I guess 90 minutes passed between parking and the support act striking up. She was a solo singer, more my thing than the headline act, and I enjoyed swaying to the music in the packed 'premium' enclosure nearest the stage. Another interval before the boys came on stage. They did a good set; lots of their biggest selling songs and mercifully no new album to promote with unrecognisable tunes. It was also long, closer to 2 hours than 90 minutes. An hour into their set I realised I was seriously full. Not 'getting there' but 'got there'. I decided to go and use a portaloo while the gig was playing, so there'd be no queue. But I realised I'd never find my wife again, so held on, intending to go despite the inevitable queues at the end. I danced to hide my fidgeting, thrust a hand into my pocket to hold myself and worried that I didn't know how long the set would be, or any encore. But I made it to the end, then had to do that awkward shuffle as the whole crowd headed for the exit slowly. The queues for the loos were huge, so I didn't even tell my wife I wanted one. Then the band left in their bus and security held the whole crowd back to let the VIPs out of the same exit we were heading for. I had been at 10 out of 10 for an hour. By the time we were back at the car another 40 minutes had passed, and I was catastrophically desperate to pee. But by now I knew I could make it home, so got in to the passenger seat, opened a 500ml bottle of water and told my wife my state. She was shocked. She wasn't into the fetish so it hadn't occurred to her that I would need to go by now. But bless her, she helped me make it home by talking about the fetish, my state, what she would be feeling in the circumstances etc. As the water was processed, my bladder got harder still and was hard to the touch. Then she talked to the babysitter while I rushed upstairs and measured, matching my then record of 1600ml.

Similar, for me it's about control. If she's into holding, then it's about her control over her body. If she isn't so much, but indulges me, it's about my mental control over her because, presumably, she loves me and wants to do things to pleasure me. Clearly holding to extremes requires strength, but that's physical and mental, control is a mind over matter thing for me.

This is extremely well written, arousing, and just plain awesome. Not a word we English use much, so consider it a compliment. Bravo sir!

I've published this somewhere before, so maybe its the story you remembered. Do let me know if so. --- An omorashi app? In a flashy executive office on the top floor of a drug company HQ in Switzerland a scientist has just sat down opposite his boss. "We have a major problem with the new drug intended to treat kidney failure. During clinical trials it's just not doing what we expected." His boss looked askance so the scientist continued "instead of treating the condition it's causing interference with the hospital and clinic computers. We have no idea how, its scientifically implausible." "Is it rectifiable?" "Well that's the thing, it may have value as is. Have you heard of the 'watersports' sexual fetish?" The senior exec went red and nodded. "We think it could have huge potential, and we all know there's money to be made from internet porn." The exec recovered his composure. "What does it do to the computers?" "It displays on the nearest screen - mobile or PC - the state of the patient's bladder. How full it is basically. Our research says omorashi fans would pay for an app that does that. We want your ethical and budget approval to try to commercialize an app that mimics this behaviour. Please." It was obvious the exec was interested. He might even have wanted to use it himself. He cleared his throat. "Can I see it?" "Yes of course, if you'll bear with me...?" The scientist lent out the door of the office, and two of his team walked in. "Melodie here has drunk nothing all morning. Stand next to Mr Evecom's computer would you." Evecom saw his PC screen flicker then a tiny icon appeared in the top right, showing the name Melodie and a chart, reminiscent of a car fuel gauge, reading 20%. "Now, Eva has drunk quite a lot." The girl shuffled her feet and explained "2 litres of water, Bob" then she turned towards Evecom "Mr Evecom. All in the name of science, and I can't maintain my composure forever." The exec went red again, seeing her fidgeting. "Come and show me," he commanded. When she stood next to his PC another icon appeared, reading Eva - 88%. "Very good. And thank you for bringing this to my attention. I want a budget for commercialization and market research before making a decision. We'd need to roll it into a separate entity to avoid damaging our brand, and probably can't host a porn company in Switzerland. What do you need to help write a business plan?" Formalities out of the way, the exec had one more question. "So what happens when the gauge reaches 100%?" The three scientists looked at other. "Er, I've been leading the trials Mr Evecom and we haven't asked anyone to go, um, that far?" Eva's voice rose out of embarrassment or desperation, or both. Evecom couldn't tell. "Well don't you think you should, to see how accurate this thing is?" "Yes of course we must. Um, I'll experiment further tonight." Eva looked worried about her decision but could hardly refuse the boss. He equally seemed disappointed. In fact he wanted her to experiment right now, but didn't know how to ask. "So what exactly is this showing me?" He asked to prolong her agony, gesturing at the gauges. Melodie helped her out "It shows precisely how full our bladders are, Mr Evecom. You can see mine's not changing much because I'm dehydrated but, well you can see how Eva feels." Her gauge now showed 93%. "I'm impressed you're so...composed" comment the exec, eyeing Eva. "I've been practicing since Bob asked me to do this sir." ------------------------- Four weeks later and the clinical trials team had learnt more than they wanted to know about business planning and each other's bladders. That night Eva had made herself drive straight home after the meeting, with her mobile phone on her dashboard. When the gauge hit 100% she'd been completely unable to sit still or drive safely, and started leaking heavily into her panties not long after. Fortunately she was near home and experimentally measured her pee - just over a litre when the app showed 94% due to the leaks. She'd told Bob the next morning, who immediately saw the potential for medical science if they could get the app to show capacity on a gauge as well as fullness. In parallel to the business planning they'd also continued the science, and rapidly isolated the chemical process that led to the phenomenon, allowing a talented software developer to replicate it in code. The plan was to launch a cross platform app aimed at urologists, fetishists and the general public up for a laugh. What they didn't tell the public was the detailed data submission back to their HQ. Anyone with access to that data had a gold mine of desperation to read. Ever wondered which women like to hold to the last minute, and which are wimps who pee too often? Want a woman with a 2 litre bladder? Well, dear reader, we have access to that data. The stories behind it too. ------------------------- After the app was launched for all major mobile platforms it went viral worldwide very quickly, with hundreds of thousands of people using it to track their peeing habits and work out when not to go because they weren't in fact full though they felt like they normally would. Every wee for every user was being secretly logged by the drugs company, creating a useful archive of bladder-related data. With some potential for data protection breaches too. The first noticeable trend in the data was that women's bladders are largest in Scandinavian countries averaging about 1 litre, but in western countries the typical younger woman always leaves it longer before emptying on a Friday and Saturday evening - normally in the 20 to 40 age range they void at only 40% of capacity but on those weekend nights they seemed to leave it to 75%+. Quickly a campaign was created on popular social media sites for an enhancement to the app so that other people in the vicinity could analyse each other’s fullness and so that the user's phone gave off an alarm if they peed before reaching a configurable threshold. A new game was created amongst friendship groups almost like playing chicken - who dared set their threshold higher than anyone else, thus forcing themselves to wait longer after they felt their bladder filling. One such person was Eva, who'd come to enjoy the challenge of reaching 99% before going to pee and so was delighted with the new feature. Her friends were mostly intelligent scientists working for the same firm, so they could play at work as well as socially. One of Eva's colleagues, already into the fetish, had suggested setting the threshold for the alarm above 100%, and demonstrated that hers was already set to 105%. She said she'd routinely have to sit in detailed meetings out of her mind with desperation but with the app showing only 100% so that she had to try to sit still with decorum. Eva had taken that as a challenge and gradually increased her own alarm from 85% to 99%, at which point she chickened out. Until one day when the colleague happened to pass her in the corridor on her way to the ladies. The colleague used the app to ascertain that Eva was only 99% full and teased her. Eva had responded by only pretending to pee, and fought awful spasms during the working afternoon but succeeded in taking her gauge to 103% of capacity without leaking. Medically she knew this meant her sphincter had strengthened from all the practice. She made an internal call to her colleague, suggesting they meet in the staff canteen in 5 minutes. She was sitting at a table rocking, well outright fidgeting really, with her mobile on the table in front of her showing 104% when her friend arrived. "Wow very good, is that your record?" Eva nodded, one hand between her legs. "Mine is 120%, but I'm training myself to get even better. I want to be top of the world league table the company is maintaining. I'll never have the biggest capacity, but at least I can hold to greater levels of personal desperation than anyone else." Eva raised her eyebrows, struggling to talk. She tapped her phone to show her colleague's gauge as well. "You're at 117% now!" she gasped. "But you look normal, you're not fidgeting!" "It's easy, I've got a special beta release of the app I asked the developers to knock up which gives an alarm if anyone might be able to tell I need to go without using their app, so I'm forced to hold discreetly and never to ask for a toilet. Coping with extreme fullness came to me quite quickly after sitting in a meeting with my bank about my new mortgage and just re-crossing my legs every few minutes set it off repeatedly." "I'm out of my mind now at 104%, you must be amazing. How often do you pee these days?" "Well you know it depends on liquid intake and hydration but about once every 21 hours now. I must get back to work, I have a date tonight so want to leave on time." "Will you put up with the alarm and pee before the date then?" asked Eva. "Oh no, haven't you got the add on free app from the market? You can set it to tell you when you're full enough to guarantee orgasms during sex. There's loads of great ideas out there Eva, do more research love." Her colleague stood, and walked normally to the door, then winked back at Eva and left. Eva pondered sex with a full bladder? She'd never heard of that, but perhaps she'd have to try it with her husband that night. But right now, she was going to empty herself. ------------------------- Another phenomenon as a result of the wave of interest in desperation that was sweeping the world was pubs and bars that started to create drinks promotions and games related to every customer's gauge. One club offered free entry to anyone arriving empty - figuring that they'd be likely to buy more drinks that way. This resulted in long lines of people peeing on the road outside the club to make sure they were below the 2% figure the club had set, and in turn that meant a huge number of voyeuristic teenage boys standing on the other side of the road to watch! Pubs tended to work the other way round, encouraging customers to get as full as possible in variations on the 'bladder buster' promotions of yesteryear. One example was "all drinks free until the first person reaches 100%" but others were more adventurous, locking the toilets until "everyone is over 90% full" so the people with the smallest bladders frequently wet themselves while desperately encouraging those with large bladders to drink more, giving the pub extra revenue. Others offered games targeted at friendship groups, such as 'first to 100% buys the drinks all night'. Authors started to write "How to" books for bar managers suggesting novel games related to people's bladders. ------------------------- Urologists started getting patients, and control groups, to provide accurate data on their peeing. Unknown to them, the drug company's subsidiary was collecting vast amounts more data. Some of their findings were: • the smallest female bladder had a capacity of just 89ml - the company sold her data to a company specialising in bladder training and adult nappies • the largest female bladder had a capacity of 3,102ml at 100% and the lady concerned sometimes held to 189%, 5,863ml - the company sold her data to a specialist porn company • the average woman using the app improved her capacity by 400ml as a result of training herself not to go when she first felt the need - the company used this outcome in its advertising and got yet more people signed up to use it • the average Scandinavian woman set the alarm to let her pee at 80% full whereas the average lazy American and British woman set it at only 30%, effectively rendering it worthless - the company overnight issued an update to the app altering the alarm for all such users it deemed lazy up to 95%, initially causing a lot of noise in ladies toilets but gradually encouraging improvement by the women • users who ticked the box in the apps settings to say they were fetishists also tended to give control of the alarm to their partners, and those who were single were offered a setting to let a random stranger control it • there was a big divide in age groups - younger users were generally lazy and expected comfort, older users were more willing to suffer discomfort, but the use of the app embarrassed the youngsters to make an effort and improve - the knock on effect was that school, college and university results started to improve as young people realised they had to make an effort for themselves in all walks of life. The most striking outcome was that fidgeting became an accepted part of everyday life. Even newsreaders, weather presenters and politicians were seen fidgeting, in some cases holding their phones up to the cameras to show why they were. One sports reporter for a popular worldwide TV channel asked her producer to show her gauge on screen whenever she was on camera, and it became cult viewing. She had to start apologising to viewers at the start of shows if they responded angrily on social networks to complain that she wasn't full enough for their liking. It was considered cool to use the app, and cooler still to have a larger bladder. Fights even broke out amongst men when people who considered themselves manly turned out to have smaller bladders than the geeks or wimps who they despised. ------------------------- Eva did try full bladder sex. She'd asked Bob's advice and he'd shrugged his shoulders and suggested the world had gone mad. He tormented himself worrying about the societal impacts of what they had created. But she wasn't deterred, more and easier orgasms sounded good. When Eva got home the night after discussing it with her colleagues, she'd told her husband who immediately downloaded the add-on app for her. Based on her stored history it suggested she needed to be above 87% full, which with the training she'd been doing meant holding 1,218ml in her bladder. It also suggested that all women trying it for the first time should be mildly drunk, to avoid the natural suspicion and just give in to the feelings, so she'd drunk a few pints of beer with her husband. They couldn't keep their hands off each other in the excitement of trying something new, and foreplay proper began when she was only around 80% full, but fidgeting. Her husband had to restrain himself until she reached 87%, and then they had mind-blowing sex. The best either of them had ever experienced. He was very proud of his prowess making her cum so often, and she was in heaven. The sex lasted so long that she reached a new personal record of 131% full before her husband came. Her wild fidgeting while he penetrated her towards the end helped them both, and her bulging bladder afterwards was so exciting to look at that they uploaded a photo to their favourite social network. She also somehow held on until they made love again, and she reached another new record of 137% before wetting herself uncontrollably during her seventeenth orgasm of the day. ------------------------- For those who are interested, there is an app in the real Android market/Google Play, called Toilet Tracker, which logs your daily peeing. Give it a go, and share your results in a comment on here. And please, if you have any ideas how to write a part 2 to this story, or any scenarios you'd like to see played out, write them up as a comment too. Happy imagining!

Sorry, only just noticed your comment. In the UK a single shot of spirits must legally be 25ml.

The latter was mine I think. I don't have my laptop to hand but will have a dig around to see if I still have it. No promises.

Ok don't keep *us* waiting even if you do keep the characters hanging on!

Another idea is to padlock your jeans then post the key to yourself!

What an arousing scenario

You and your friend are very lucky men!

When I hold 1700ml (my max) there is no visible bulge... You might be surprised how big your bladder is when you measure

Well, my ex went to the pub with me once when she was bursting, she was a mega holder but she was worse than usual that evening. Then she drank 8 pints of beer, we walked home and had full bladder sex then she slept until morning, we had full bladder sex again then she measured. How could any other date top that?

Brilliant, especially as I had Jodie Whittaker in mind throughout