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    holdit247 reacted to pguy69 in The Ultrasound Room - A Nurse's Introduction to Full Bladdered Desperation   
    I read and liked this last month, without really giving it the attention it deserves! It really is superb, and there is so much scope for more. Obviously your health comes first, and I hope you are well, but I am REALLY looking forward to reading more of this!
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    holdit247 reacted to Daredare205 in The Ultrasound Room - A Nurse's Introduction to Full Bladdered Desperation   
    Hello all,
    I'm finally writing fiction again! This story revolves around Alissa, a nurse who recently began working at a hospital. She would spend the day observing the staff in the ultrasound room, and feel something entirely new to her as the day went on!
    This story contains nudity and sexual scenarios.
     
    Slowly waking up, Alissa rubber her eyes before stretching her long slender arms towards the ceiling. She took a moment to admire her perfectly sculped red nails before looking over at the alarm clock. 5:15AM, 15 minutes before her alarm. This left her with 2 hours and 15 minutes before she needed to leave to go to work. She pushed the covers off of her, revealing her tall, slender body, which came in at 6' 2" of perfection. She turned off her alarm for the morning and grabbed the set of blue nurses scrubs she had set aside the night before. She was so excited for her first shift doing something more than just paperwork and online learning courses! Her long, straight, brown hair flew behind her as she ran to the bathroom, starting the water for her shower.
    Then it hit her... Her body would not let her forget that she did not use the restroom the night before, and it was currently creating a hell of an urge to pee! She closed her legs, her blue eyes squinting as she contracted her holding muscles and bent forward, pushing a hand hard against her crotch as she continued to play with the knobs on the shower. She needed the water to be the right temperature, but she needed to pee right away! She settled for close enough, rushing in and barely pulling the shower curtain closed as her flood gates burst open, unleashing a torrent of golden liquid down the area between her open legs and onto the shower floor! Something about the sound of her stream crashing into the tub always turned her on, and she grabbed her breasts and moaned as she continued to unleash the night's contents!
    Unfortunately, the moment was short lived. Once her stream ended and the relief faded into comfort, her cheeks stopped burning and her body snapped out of its hot, kinky horniness. Finally, she had the chance to set the temperature EXACTLY where she wanted it! She started with her hair, running her fingers through it and making sure there were no clumps before she applied her fancy shampoo. The fancy shampoo she had was excellent, it always did more than expected in just a single use. Long gone were the days of washing her hair twice! And the conditioner? Oh yeah, the peppermint scented conditioner always made her hair radiate with the most exquisite of scents! As for her face wash, she used a mint scented face scrub that did a wonderful job of complimenting the scent of her peppermint shampoo! Her body wash was an unscented scrub that always produced the best bubbles against every inch of her skin! She only needed a couple droplets on a wash cloth and she could do her arms, chest, stomach, and back (with the help of a long brush with the wash cloth wrapped around it). She preferred unscented body washes, as it meant she could choose which perfume to use that day without having to worry about whether or not it would go with her body wash.
    Alissa squeezed the extra water out of her hair before stepping out of the shower and grabbing her towel. She always started with her face, moving the towel in delicate swirls as to not make her skin red or itchy while it was still sensitive from the steam of the shower. Next, she took the towel to every inch of her body, delicately removing all the moisture from her entire exterior before blow drying her hair. As per her usual, she used the blow dryer on low heat for a moment to get her hair to a partially damp state, then she ran a wide bristled comb through it before putting her panties and bra on. Finally, she finished drying her hair and positioned it perfectly before applying dry shampoo to keep it pristine all day long! Before putting the rest of her clothes on, she applied a few sprays of her favorite dirty vanilla perfume!
    At long last, she pulled her nurses scrubs over her head and applied her hairspray, followed by sliding her scrub pants up her perfectly slender legs and setting the zipper and button. Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror and applied a very minimal amount of makeup before giving herself the mental thumbs up of a morning well spent.
    She walked downstairs, preparing herself dippy eggs, fried has browns, bacon, orange juice, and a small glass of chocolate milk. After downing her breakfast and washing her dishes and cookware, she made her morning deposit in the toilet and came back downstairs to watch TV for a bit. Pressing the large red button, her favorite show came on the big screen! "Oh, I love this episode!" She said, her eyes fixed on the tall muscular man wrestling a bear, and winning! She never knew why, perhaps it was just how all the stars were ripped to hell and back, but she'd been hooked on World's Biggest Musclehead since it started 5 years back. It didn't matter how many times the episodes repeated, they were well worth watching. At least, until her phone went off. It was her alarm, time to get moving for work.
    She got in her Honda Civic and turned the radio on before turning the key. One of her favorite talk shows was on. Today's topic was how to lose weight without giving up your favorite foods. She definitely didn't need to lose weight, but she always memorized what the techniques were, and would use bits and pieces of them to keep herself right at the perfect weight. This sort of love for her lifestyle is what fueled her passion to help others, and vice versa. When she was pleased like this, even the traffic didn't bother her.
    She arrived to work 25 minutes before her shift began and started conversations with her new coworkers. She was just so excited she could hardly contain herself! Topics ranged from health to boyfriends to what cars they drove to what they were doing after work, and before anyone knew it, they were out of time. Time to get to work.
    Alissa fluffed her hair and opened the door to her supervisor's office to report in for the day. The morning introductions only took a few minutes, and then she was off! She was part of team B, a 2 person team working in ultrasound room 2. Here, she would get to comfort pregnant women, talk about the wonders of life, giggle about how cute all the babies looked, etc etc... What she didn't expect was what would happen right away...
    The door burst open, revealing a young woman bouncing in place as she spoke in a rushed manner. "I'm sorry, but can you do this quickly? They kept me waiting SOOO LOOOONG and I have to pee SOOOOO BAAAAAD!" The words flew out of the young lady's mouth before anyone really got a good look at this 22 year old beauty! She was quickly sat down and told that she would have to lie flat, and that for certain parts of the test, she would need to remain still. It became obvious that this information hit the young lady like a freight train, causing her excited face to briefly contort into one of worry...
    "Don't worry, these tests don't take long. We'll have you out of here and on your way to the bathroom in no time!" Said Alissa, putting the gel on the paddle and handing them over to Kristen, a more experienced coworker who would be the one actually performing the ultrasound.
    The young lady pressed her knees together and tried to hide the worry on her face... "I hope you're right..." She muttered, realizing the situation she was in. Her mother forced her to bring spare clothes, and she had protested the entire morning, but now, she might be glad that she listened to her mother... The pressure within her continued to grow. Apple juice, milk in her cereal, a tall glass of water before she left, the water they gave her in the waiting room, and the 90 minutes they kept her waiting... It all wanted out, and the only thing between her and relief was a test that supposedly would be quick, and a dash to the nearest toilet.
    To pass the time, conversations started about how the equipment worked, what the two nurses do outside of work, and what this young lady had planned for the rest of her day. Truth is, this was her plan for the day. She was so excited to see the growing baby within her, she hadn't even considered that there was a whole second half of the day... Maybe she'd go out with friends, maybe she'd cook one of her signature dishes, maybe she'd just play video games. Her worry started to fade as her mind started to explore the second half of the day, until Kristen placed the paddle on the young lady's belly.
    "AH! COLD!" Escaped the young lady's mouth as her eyes closed tightly and her entire body shuddered in place! Her bladder quivered within her, forcing her to grab herself as her knees slammed shut! She was sure she'd just leaked... She just hoped it wasn't enough to make a visible wet spot. But when she opened her eyes, she saw that both nurses were focused on the monitor. Phew... What a relief, they weren't giggling at her desperation or examining her wet spot... Then again, why would they? They have a job to do, after all, and they were doing it well. Well, Kristen was basically doing everything... Alissa closely watched Kristen's movements and would periodically look up at the screen, seeing the baby slightly move from time to time! The room fell silent, all parties involved were observing the miracle of a new life being made within this beautiful young lady!
    "And there we go, all done! You can use the toilet now, we'll have some pictures for you when you come back." Said Kristen, tossing the rags she'd just use to clean the gel from the young lady's stomach.
    "Thank you thank you thank you!!!" Shouted the young lady, hunching over as she stood up before bolting out the door!
    Alissa looked at the floor and saw the remnants of the young lady's struggle to escape the room... While she hadn't left a whole trail, her dribbles meant that Alissa had to get out one of the spill pads and perform her cleaning dance. She knew how to make everything fun, and when it came to these spill pads, she just put one under each foot and began dancing, scooting across the floor with the pads under her feet. Before she knew it, she'd already reached the doorway. She picked up the pads, noted the small damp spots on them, and disposed of them.
    Meanwhile, a commotion could be heard down the hall...
    "I'M BEGGING YOU! LET ME GO FIRST! I'M GONNA POP!" The words flew out of the young lady's mouth in a frantic rush, her entire body shaking in desperation as a housekeeper began to stop aside. While it was only a few seconds before she entered the bathroom, this young lady's bladder could've sworn it was years! She hopped in place, switched feet, slammed her knees together, nothing helped anymore... She had begun to lower her pants when her dam broke, spraying boiling hot piss into her pink panties! She frantically sat down, releasing the rest of her bladder's contents into the toilet as the wetness of her mini accident began to warm her legs. She wanted to cry so badly, but fought to keep her composure. She kept pulling out more paper towels, but it was no use... She couldn't hide a leak that large... She had no other choice. She pulled out her cell phone and called her mother, asking her to bring her spare pants and panties to the restroom.
    Luckily, the housekeeper already figured out what was up, and stepped around the corner to give the two ladies some privacy. The young lady only cracked the restroom door, grabbing the pants and panties from her mother, as well as a large baggie for her soiled clothes. Once again pulling the door closed, the young lady pulled her wet pants and undies down and took them off completely, depositing them in her bag. She took paper towels to her legs before putting on her new panties and pants. Something nagged at her not to open the bathroom door, but she knew she couldn't stay in there forever. When she opened the door, her mother had already stepped aside. She simply handed the bag of dirty clothes to her mother and thanked her for making her bring the spare clothes.
    The young lady went back to the ultrasound room, her presence putting the brakes on the conversation that was going on between Kristen and Alissa. The young lady was given the papers she was owed, and the trio spent a few moments going over the images of the miracle growing within her. Finally, something to pull her out of her funk! She couldn't help but laugh as her spirits were lifted back up again by these two nurses. Truly they must be some of the best around.
    Another few patients came and went, presenting their own miracles of life growing within them, as well as one more show of desperation. Alissa knew it was just work, and she shouldn't take pleasure or displeasure in other's misfortune, but something was brewing within her awakening mind. All these shows of desperation, all the attractive women holding back full bladders, it was making her wish she was in that situation so she could experience that kind of desperation for herself. And she knew exactly how to do it. Break time was in an hour, and she would not allow herself to use the restroom during her lunch. However, there was one more patient before lunch.
    Into the room came a nervous young lady... She was barely over 18 and it was obvious that she really didn't want to be here. Kristen and Alissa had read through the young lady's papers a bit earlier and already knew what she was in for. Her doctor needed the ultrasound images from her bladder, as the young lady had bounced off of a few doctors and tried different medications, but nothing was working. Her accidents continued, and her social life was in shambles. As much as she didn't want to be here, where she could potentially have an accident in front of nursing staff, she knew she would never make any progress if she didn't at least try. So here she was, with her baggie of skin safe wipes and spare clothes hanging from her left hand.
    "H... Hi. I'm Kelsey, thank you for seeing me today." The young lady gave off a lot of nervous movements, matching her records perfectly. It really was a shame for her to be riddled with these problems at such a young age, but at least she was on track to getting them taken care of. She truly was the best around when it came to finding a silver lining in impossible situations.
    Kristen and Alissa introduced themselves to the young lady and explained what an ultrasound consisted of, and the position she would need to be in. Therein lied the issue... Upon lying flat on her back, Kelsey's bursting full bladder stuck out like a watermelon! Alissa's mind started to wander... Perhaps this young lady wasn't just nervous about the test... She must be using those nervous movements to hide her desperation. Kristen flew through the material she was required to read before the test began, and Alissa began putting the gel on the pads.
    "This is gonna be really cold." Said Kristen, waiting just a moment before placing the paddle on Kelsey's stomach. The ultrasound began by tracing the perimeter of the young lady's bladder, which seemed to push her desperation up to 11! She shook in place, sweat ran down her face, her hands clenched into fists, and finally, she simply couldn't stop herself anymore! Her legs SLAMMED shut, pressing her knees and thighs together so hard the skin turned white! Unfortunately, this position just wouldn't do.
    Kristen knew this would be the last thing this young lady wanted to hear, but it had to be said. After all, the test wouldn't work as things were now. "Um, Kelsey, you have to keep you legs open. We can't get a good image with your legs closed like that."
    Kelsey's face contorted into nothing but worry as she tried to relax her legs and pull them apart from each other, but she was just too desperate. "I... I can't. If I take my legs apart, I'll wet my pants." 
    "That's okay. Just try for me, okay? We can always help you clean up if it truly comes to that." Said Kristen, pulling the paddle away from the young lady's stomach as she expressed genuine compassion for the young lady. Alissa came over and reached out, asking the young lady to hold her hand. She would offer support and help the young lady through this. 
    "O-okay..." Sighed Kelsey, pulling her shaking legs apart from each other. Her hands clenched into fists as her entire body shuddered in desperation! The screen showed the muscles around her bladder spasming and contracting, putting up a real fight against Kelsey's will to keep her flood within her! She kept fighting with everything she had, but it would inevitably end in defeat...
    PSSSHHHHH!! "NO!" Shouted the young lady, closing her eyes in desperation while whipping her free hand into her crotch as she fought to stem the flow, but nothing could help her now... Her boiling hot flood did exactly what she was afraid it would... It ran down her legs, soaking her black panties and pink pants. Despite the accident in progress, the ultrasound continued. What her bladder was doing right now was important information for her doctor.
    Alissa's cheeks started to burn, and she had to focus on her job in order to prevent herself from breathing heavy and moaning... The accident in progress was really turning her on, but she couldn't do anything about that right now... She had to stay professional. She looked up at the screen, seeing the cause of the accident in progress! She had never seen anything like it! The muscles around the young girl's bladder had all gone crazy! Given how hard they were all contracting, it was a miracle she lasted as long as she had.
    Finally empty, the test continued for a moment as the muscles around the young lady's bladder finally relaxed, leading to her breaking down in tears right there on the ultrasound table. Whatever emotions Alissa was high on immediately shattered as her instincts kicked in. She immediately comforted the young lady, helping her clean up before wrapping her in a large sheet and escorting her to the nearest restroom to change. With the young lady inside the restroom, Alissa took the moment to assure herself that she was going through with her plan. While she would prefer not to wet herself in front of everyone, she wanted to feel the embarrassment of genuine desperation in public.
    End of part 1. Part 2 coming in the next few days.
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    holdit247 reacted to Rexone_312 in Chronicles of Controlling Kriti   
    Hi Omo Lovers! I am bringing to you yet another character who is absolutely obsessed with holding her pee. This is an on-going commission and one which was specifically designed to bring out the raw obsession with controlling one's bladder. Our heroine is a 23 year old girl named Kriti and her adventures with Rex. (Please note: This story involves some bits of male desperation too.)
    Also if any of you lovely people are looking for someone to write captivating , complex omo stories for you, please DM me. I will be happy to take commissions :-) 
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    The First Meet:
    There are people who are obsessed, then there are people who are super-obsessed. And then there’s Kriti who just can’t get enough of pee holding. I recorded all our adventures in my journal. . .
     
    It was one of the initial weeks at my post-grad. As always I really needed to pee by the end of the last lecture – like I was clenching and un-clenching every few minutes to fight the waves. But I liked it this way, relishing the tension in my bladder, a kind of thrill that made the day a bit more interesting.
    "Hey Rex!" Julia's voice called out from behind me. I turned to see her and Lila hurrying towards me, big grins on their faces.
    "Hey guys," I greeted, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. I'd drunk at least three bottles of water, two cups of coffee, and a large, iced tea throughout the day. The combination had created a rather urgent situation, but I wasn't quite ready to give in.
     
    "We were just about to head out to the movies," Lila said, glancing at me curiously. "You look like you're in a rush."
    "Uh, no, just... thinking about stuff," I replied, trying to sound casual. "Which one are we going to?"
    "Kiriti chose that Justice League Snyder Cut.”
    "Fuck! That’s a 4-hour long movie." Lila looked concerned. “She needs to know not everyone can control their pee like her.”
    All my senses got electrified immediately, especially down there. “What do you mean?” I tried to supress my excitement.
    “Just ignore it Rex. Kriti is crazy. She just never pees.” Julia said sighing.
    “Do you mind waiting here till we will use the washroom. Kriti is not going to go anyways.” Lila pulled Julia and hurried off to the restroom, leaving me standing there, shifting from foot to foot. I checked my watch. How long could they possibly take? Not that I was complaining. A couple of minutes later I found myself shifting my weight from one foot to the other, when I heard a teasing voice from behind me.
     
    "Hi! You must be Rex! Hi, I’m Kriti.” I turned to see a bombshell smiling naughtily at me.
    “Hey Kriti, nice meeting you.” I cheerfully responded. My eyes were watering as I forced myself to not stare at her heaving cleavage, or her chiselled midriff, of her skirt that barely reached her crotch.
    "Nice to meeeet you Rex.” Kriti’s words stretched as she looked at me with confusion. Well, the vein on my forehead could have popped out. Then she looked down at her boobs, threatening to burst out of her tank top. She bit her lips and again teased me, “You are perhaps the only guy who looked at me in the eye.”
    Before I could respond, Julia and Lila reappeared, looking much more comfortable. “You wanna go?” Julia asked, pointing towards the restroom door.
     
    “Babe, it’s Tuesday. I don’t pee on Tuesdays.” Kriti rolled her eyes. That’s when I ACTUALLY looked at her midriff. She was so petite that her bladder bulge jutted out like a pillow under a sheet.
    No Toilet Tuesdays:
    “I don’t pee on Tuesdays...” Kriti’s words kept echoing in my head as we walked to the theatre. My gaze never left her contoured midsection. I didn’t even bother to check the projection of her bust in that toddler sized top. Despite that belt squeezing her bulge into two parts like an hourglass, she didn’t flinch or squirm even once. There were a few moments when I caught her looking at the tent inside my pant. Loved to watch the corner of puffy lips bend into a supressed smile.
     
    Inside the theatre, we settled into our seats. Julia and Lila were busy chatting about the latest campus gossip, while I tried to focus on anything but the pressure in my bladder. Kriti, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease, even though I knew she had to be feeling the same urgency. How did she do it? But there were more surprises to come. As we sat down, Kriti turned to us with a mischievous grin. “Anybody want anything to drink?”
    “I’ll have a soda,” Lila said. “Me too!” Julia chimed in.
    “Great,” Kriti said, standing up. “What about you Rex?”
    I stared at her, flabbergasted. Was she serious? "Uh, I’m good," I managed to say, not trusting myself to drink anything more.
    “C’mon dude!” She playfully nudged me. “You can sneak out if nature calls. I am not going to judge you.”
    She winked at me and left from her seat. I watched her walk away, her butt cheeks wiggling under that teeny tiny skirt. She came back with a tray balancing five sodas, three small and two giants sized colas. By giant I mean, they were almost the size of my thighs. Then, to my utter astonishment, she downed half of her first cola in one go even before the movie began. “God I was thirsty.” She licked her lips and then immediately continued to chug the rest. As the movie started, I tried to concentrate on the plot, but my mind kept drifting back to Kriti. She sat there, calmly sipping her drinks, her face showing no signs of discomfort. Her toned legs were casually crossed and hands brushing against mine. I gulped down my throat as I struggled with that puny soda. My nails dug into the armrest. My butthole clenched tight as I fought the onslaught of waves. It was getting impossible to sit still.
     
    Halfway through the movie, I glanced over at Kriti. Her first cola was long gone, and she was happily sipping her second one, her face serene. “Gal Gadot must have such a strong bladder, just look at her one-piece costume.” Kriti giggled. Seriously, she was thinking about other’s bladders without a care of her own. How on earth was she doing it? Meanwhile, I was practically dancing in my seat, trying to stay composed. By the end of the movie, my bladder was screaming for relief. Kriti stood up slowly. The weight of 2 litre of colas was weighing her down. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead but apart from that – NOTHING. No squirming, no clenching of teeth. Nil, nada! She had to pull her skirt up against her considerably larger bulge. I had tears in my eyes thinking of how her nerves were firing inside her, but she didn’t make a move toward the bathroom. Julia and Lila, on the other hand, practically bolted from their seats the moment the credits rolled, disappearing into the restroom with a sense of urgency that I envied.
     
    Kriti and I stood just outside the bathroom, both of us silent as we watched the bustle of people coming and going. I subtly shifted my weight from one foot to other. Kriti stood with her hands on her waist, tapping her foot. “They always have to pee after a movie.” She pouted. The tension between us was palpable. After a few moments, I couldn’t resist continuing the topic.  
    "So, Kriti," I began, trying to sound casual. "Do you really not pee on Tuesdays?"
    Kriti’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she turned to me. "Oh, I know it sounds absurd but yeah! I call it No-Toilet-Tuesdays." she replied with a grin. "Even the rest of the days are more or less the same. Peeing just feels like such a waste of time, you know?"
    I couldn’t help but chuckle at her response. "Yeah, I can relate. I haven’t gone since yesterday morning too," I said trying to show my strength.
    “Yesterday morning,” Her expression changed from surprise to confusion.
    “I thought you have been holding longer than me.” She chuckled and came closer. What did she mean? She was holding for even longer. A bucket load of blood rushed towards my manhood.
    “Guess that makes two of us who like to play this game.” I blurted out cluelessly.
    "Exactly!" Kriti exclaimed, nodding in agreement. "Who needs the bathroom when you’ve got willpower?"
     
    As we exited the theatre, we all walked to a nearby restaurant to grab dinner. The cool evening air did little to alleviate the growing urgency in my bladder. As we sat down and ordered, I couldn’t help but marvel at Kriti. She was quieter now, her movements more deliberate, but still no sign of giving in. When our drinks arrived, I stared at my water, debating whether to take a sip. Kriti, on the other hand, took a long drink from her glass, her face a mask of calm.
     
    “You okay, Kriti?” Julia asked, noticing her unusual quietness.
    “Yeah, just a bit tired,” Kriti replied with a smile. I thought I had finally caught her desperate but no! I imagined that her legs would be crossed like a pretzel under the table. But boy was I wrong. In fact, she was relaxed enough that I got an eyeful of upskirt. The rest of the dinner was a mix of laughter and casual conversation, but I couldn’t fully focus on it. Even on our way back the girls kept chattering. I was quiet and my eyes were scanning her for the slightest sign of discomfort. Instead, I saw the button on her skirt was fighting for its life while she kept enacting the characters from the movie like a goofball.
     
    I had no idea how she did this, but one thing was for sure, my post-grad is definitely going to be exciting AF.
     
    The Button Won’t Come Off:
    Another mind-bending experience which is still etched in my mind.
     
    It was one of those mornings where the alarm felt like a betrayal. I rolled out of bed, determined to stick to my plan: no morning pee and add some extra thrill to my day. It was the first time that I and Kriti were going to have common classes throughout the day, and I wanted to challenge myself to hold with Kriti.  By the time I arrived, my bladder was uncomfortably full, like I had to prevent jostling my bladder too much.
     
    I spotted Kriti in the hallway before our first class. She was cheerful as ever, chatting animatedly with a few of her friends. She was dressed in tight racer back and jeans which looked more like they were painted on. Her waist already had red marks of the fabric denting into her skin. But what caught my eye, though, was the moderate bulge at her abdomen, a clear sign that she was already well into her usual bladder-holding routine.
     
    “Hey, Rex!” she greeted me with a bright smile. “Ready for another fun day?”
    “Absolutely,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “You seem… prepared as usual.”
    Kriti laughed, patting her water bottle. “Oh, you know me. Gotta stay hydrated!”
     
    Throughout our classes, I watched as Kriti kept sipping water, her bottle gradually emptying. I was curious how she managed it with such ease. Then, partway through the morning, she stood up and announced, “I need to go to the bathroom.”
    I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. “Really?” I asked, unable to hide my skepticism.
    Kriti grinned. “Only to refill my water bottle. Don’t worry, Rex. My bladder’s still holding strong.”
     
    Relieved yet impressed, I nodded. “You’re something else, Kriti.”
    As the morning turned into lunchtime, we grabbed a table with a few friends. Lunch consisted of sandwiches and, of course, more drinks. I opted for a large, iced tea, while Kriti went for a giant smoothie. I could feel my bladder stretching, but I kept my discomfort under wraps, determined to maintain my composure.  After lunch, we headed back to class. I was nearing my limit, but I knew I couldn’t let it show, especially not in front of Kriti. As we settled into our seats, Kriti was called up for her presentation. She looked a bit nervous, and I noticed her chugging down a full liter of water just before her turn.
     
    She took the floor with confidence, delivering her presentation flawlessly. There was no sign of discomfort or squirming, even as she stood there with a bladder that must have been on the verge of bursting. I couldn’t help but admire her poise. Once classes were over, I was ready to rush back to my dorm and finally relieve myself. But Kriti had other plans. “Hey, Rex, want to study together in the library?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with that familiar challenge.
    “Sure, why not?” I replied, even though my bladder was practically screaming at me.
     
    The library was cold, which didn’t help matters. We found a quiet corner and settled in with our books. Kriti’s movements were slower now, and she kept her legs tightly glued together. Yet, she continued to surprise me. Half an hour into the session she ordered green tea for both of us. What appeared to be an innocent study aid turned out to be a river of tea. She downed the tea, cup after cup, without a hint of desperation on her face. I mirrored her actions, grabbing a tea for myself.
    “You really don’t make this easy, do you?” I joked, trying to keep my voice steady.
    Kriti laughed softly. “What’s the fun in easy? Besides, it’s a good way to stay focused.”
     
    As the evening wore on, the cold library air made everything worse. Kriti’s determination was inspiring, though. Her legs remained firmly pressed together and her focus razor sharp. By 9 we had our dinner with some more water. She looked a little unsure as we headed back to the library. Upon asking she brushed it off saying, “My jeans is so tight. Its fucking killing me my Bladder.”
    “I can wait if you want”, pointing to the ladies room.
    “Oh no Rex! That’s not what I meant. I contain way more than this even when I pee.” She grabbed my arm tightly, blushing and squishing her rack.
    “What do you mean?”
    She just smiled to me and shrugged it off
     
    Back at the library, we exchanged glances, both of us aware of a silent competition. “Fancy some more tea?” Kriti asked with a grin. I forced a smile and nodded in a yes. The hours ticked by, the cold air making the pressure in my bladder even more unbearable. I went under the table making an excuse of picking up my pen. I sneakily ogled at her bladder, which was so swollen that it was casting a shadow on her crotch. Yet, she made no move towards the bathroom. We sat there, sipping our tea, working on our assignments, and silently challenging each other to hold on just a little longer. By midnight we were both tired and decided to call it a day.
    “Kriti, you’re amazing, you know that?” I said, packing my bag.
    She looked up, her eyes twinkling. “You’re not too bad yourself, Rex. It’s all about mind over matter.”
    I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, mind over bladder, more like.”
     
    I went ahead and tried to open the door to exit but it didn’t budge. My throat went dry as I realized we were locked in. Kriti and I had been so immersed in our studies that we failed to notice when the guards locked the door.
    “Kriti,” I whispered urgently. “I think we’re locked in.”
    She looked up at me, her eyes widening. “Are you serious?”
    She hurriedly came to the door, pulling and pushing with all her might, but in vain. We dialled security, but there was no answer. We tried calling our friends but had no network on our phones either. We were well and truly stuck.
     
    “Guess we’re spending the night here,” Kriti said with a resigned shrug. Despite the situation, she seemed remarkably calm. She pulled up her jeans tighter and collapsed on the couch. I could literally she her bulge sloshing under her skin. Meanwhile, I was failing miserably at hiding my growing desperation. I paced back and forth, trying to distract myself from the increasing pressure. Kriti, in contrast, settled onto the couch with a yawn, her legs crossed but still composed.
    “How can you be so relaxed?” I asked, exasperated.
    Kriti shrugged, leaning back. “Mind over bladder, remember?”
    I couldn’t help but laugh despite my discomfort. “You’re something else, Kriti.”
     
    Eventually, exhaustion took over, and Kriti fell asleep on the couch, her breathing steady and serene. I, on the other hand, was pacing like a caged animal, unable to sit still for more than a few minutes. I paced around, tried to read and even meditate. But nothing fucking worked. There was a time when I thought about letting it go in a dustbin but my conscience stopped me. Kriti wouldn’t even look at me if I did something so horrific.
     
    Somehow, I managed to doze off in a chair, but it was a restless sleep. When I woke up, morning sun was streaming through the library windows. My bladder pushed the pent-up pee to my dick with renewed vigour. My bladder was beyond full, and I was on the brink of losing control. I spotted Kriti still asleep on the couch, looking oddly peaceful despite the tremendous bulge in her abdomen. It had somehow grown even bigger. As I ogled at her washboard flat torso, I realized the projection of her bladder was just as striking as her massive breasts. I shook her shoulder gently. “Kriti, wake up! The library is about to open.”
     
    She stirred, blinking sleepily. “Morning already?” she mumbled, stretching. “How are you holding up?”
    “Not well,” I admitted, pulling at my hair in despair. “We need to get to the dorms, like, NOW.”
    Kriti glanced at her watch and shook her head. “I have class in ten minutes. I’ll go straight there.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and then squinted in disappointment, as she looked at her bulge, “HOW THE FUCK the button is still intact. I was confident it would come flying off like the other time. . .” She covered her face and grunted.
     
    My jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?”
    “Never mind Rex! I just have ten minutes to my classes.” She said nonchalantly as she packed her bag.
    “Kriti, you haven’t peed since yesterday, and you’re just going to go to class?”
    “Correction, not just yesterday.” She smiled serenely. “Yep. I can handle it. You do you, Rex.”
    I couldn’t believe her composure. “You’re insane,” I said, half in admiration, half in disbelief.
    “I prefer determined,” she replied with a wink.
     
    With that, she gathered her things and headed off to her class. I watched her go, still in shock at her level of control. As for me, I couldn’t wait any longer. I bolted towards my dorm, each step feeling like it would be my last before bursting.
    “Good luck, Rex!” she called after me, her voice full of amusement.
    “Thanks!” I shouted back, sprinting as fast as I could.
    Finally reaching my dorm, I raced to the bathroom, relief in sight. I couldn’t help but scream at myself for being so weak. Kriti’s calm control was something to aspire to, but for now, I was just happy to have made it through the night, without wetting myself. As I finally relieved myself, I thought maybe, just maybe, next time I’d be able to hold it as well as she did.
     
    - - - To Be Continued - - -
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    holdit247 got a reaction from Holdimax in Aiming to not pee for 24 hours   
    @Holdimaxvery impressive, well done for that.  I miss having the freedom to practice that much.  Work gets in the way, though my capacity is now much higher than it was then.
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    holdit247 reacted to huberp76 in 2 Boys & 2 Girls   
    “You are needing to wee now? Bad? How bad? Very bad? Urgently , very urgently? How full is your bladder already ? Is it overfilled ? Is it already bulging out, like it was last time after the music event ? How much longer would you be able to wait?” asked the boy without a break non stop.
    “So many questions at once.” said the girl and smiled again.
    ”But only one more question.” said the boy. “ Would you come with me to the coffee shop? I would like to invite you!” he said.
    ” You mean now?” asked the girl.
    By the way, Sandra was her name and the boys name was Peter.
    ”Yes now!!” answered Peter.
    ”You just want to prevent that i go to the toilet!!?? You just want to make me hold my wee!!? But yes, i would like to go with you to a coffee shop, but just for one hour, because i am invited with my parents for a dinner at evening.” answered Sandra.
    Peter ordered coffee and something to drink for both of them and he was going on with his questions.
    ”You can’t even imagine how much you turn me on with your pee holding matter. Tell me why are you doing that? Why don’t you go to the toilet all day long? Since how long would you need to go today?”asked the boy.
    ”Again many questions.” said Sandra.” But I’ll try to give you an answer of all your questions.” she continued.
    ”I would need to wee since before noon.” answered the girl. “And why don’t you not go, why do you suppress your urge for so long?” asked Peter.
    ”That is like a police questioning what you are doing with me.” said Sandra.
    ”There are more reasons why i am doing it not , or why i am doing it.  I am not going to the school toilet because i don’t like that toilets and i am doing a hold because i like the feeling of a full bladder and i like the feeling needing to wee but don’t go and i like it to put it off and put it off. It is exciting and arousing for me to suppress my urge.” continued the girl.
    Sandra told him that she nearly never use the school toilets and that she sometimes hold it at home for hours more.
    She said that her friend always tells her how unhealthy it would be to hold the wee back for so long and that she could get ill from doing that, but she don’t care about it, because she loves it so much and she doesn’t do it every day extremely, just once or twice a month she hold it until she can’t any longer.
    ”Girl, you drive me crazy! I don’t know and i can’t explain why i love it so much when girls hold a bursting full bladder and when they are desperate to wee.” said Peter.
    ”If i am honestly, it is an extra turn on for me as well that you know that i would need to wee very badly and that i am holding a very full bladder in my belly.” said Sandra.
    ”That is so great and so horny that we both enjoy your overfilled bladder.” Said Peter with a extra hard boner in his pants.
    They changed their cell phone numbers and Sandra said that she had to leave now, but she would call him about their “no toilet day trip “ as soon as possible.
    “One last question.” said Peter “ did you ever have sex with your bladder full to burst?”
    ”Not till now!” answered Sandra, smiled and went away.
     
     
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    holdit247 reacted to huberp76 in 2 Boys & 2 Girls   
    2 friends went to a music event. They had to go about two hours per car to the destination where the event happened.
    2 girls, also friends, wanted to come with them. They did know each other from the school, but not really good because the girls were one year younger( a little over 18) and therefore they didn’t go to the same class.
    The driver stopped for petrol at a petrol station on the motorway before they arrived at the city.
    Another reason for the stop was to use the toilet, because it was usually that there would  be always long lines in front of the loos inside the stadium.
    The toilets at the petrol station were in a separate building.
    The boys went in a urinal and as they came out, they saw that one of the girls wanted in to the ladies, but couldn’t get in because the door was closed.
    “Tough luck!“ said one of the boys and smiled.
    Both of the boys did like it if girls hold their pee and both of them was turned on about this situation.
    “You have to go inside for the key.“ said the other girl.
    “Oh no, I don’t want to do that, i can wait, i am holding it.“ answered the girl and the boys did love it.
    The boys did love it, because it makes them horny when a girl is holding her wee inside her, they did love it if a girl was holding her urine back in her bladder even when her bladder was  very full and it was turning them on very much if a girl  suppress her urge, even when her urge is already very, very strong.
    It seemed that it would become a great day for the boys, though both of them.
    When they arrived,  there were already many cars at the stadium parking lot. There was a long line at the entrance because of the security check and inside there was a very long line in front of the ladies.
    “I told you that you should have gone at the petrol station.“ shouted the girl to her friend who didn’t go for the key, for during a wee.
    “Don’t worry, you don’t have to wait for me, i am holding it.“ answered the girl with the full bladder.
    “Until the end? You are crazy, that will last  some hours!“ shouted her friend again.
    “It seems that there will be no other way for me.“ answered the second girl.
    “Can you really endure that for so long?“ asked one of the boys full of lust.
    “I think that i have to!“ answered the girl and they went inside in direction stage.
    On the way bought on boy a large Coca-Cola for each of them, especially for the girls and for to fill their bladders.
    They had standing room and wanted to stand as near as possible in front of the stage. They could not leave the place for the whole concert, because it would have been impossible to get back to their place.
    More than 3 hours was the girl standing with her bladder full since hours.
    On the way to the parking lot, has been near the exit the  toilets. The line in front of the girls room was much longer than before.
    ”Oh my God, i need to wee so bad! That coke was not a real good idea for me.” said the girl who was needing to wee already on the way to the stadium. She crossed her legs very tight to demonstrate her need and her urge.
    The girls were both very good looking, they did wear both super short, low waist shorts  so that their bellies and their legs were nude.
    To see how the girl crossed her bare legs from needing to wee so bad, made the boys totally horny.
    ”We have to wait for her, she will piss her shorts and your car seat, if we don’t let her go now.”
    ” No, i will not do that, i need to go indeed very badly, but i can hold it, you don’t have to wait for me.” answered the girl with her overfilled bladder.
    ”What is about you? Don’t you need to go as well? You also have not weed.” asked one boy.
    ”Sure that i would need to go too, sure that my bladder is full after all that time, but i have been at the toilet before leaving, but she did not wee even once since her early morning pee. . She is full to burst.” answered the girl.
    The boys penis were getting visibly in their shorts and the girls overfilled bladder was visible as well, it was bulging out of her flat belly.
    ”Are you really able to hold it for 2 more hours?” asked the driver.
    ”I am!! I will be able !! Let’s go finally to the car.” answered the girl.
    On the way to the car, pissed the 2 boys against a tree, the girls were getting in the car with their  bladders very full.
    One hour later caressed the “holding girl” her swollen belly and said” my poor bladder is about to explode, it is already up to my navel. You 3 can’t even imagine how bad i am needing to wee.”
    ”My friend is crazy, she always put it off until she is full to burst. She is a masochist, she tortures her own bladder, but that can’t be healthy to hold it back for so long. I think we should stop somewhere for her.” said the girl.
    ”Should we?” asked the driver.
    ”It would be absolutely a relief for me to wee now and to piss that nearly unbearable “pee urge pain”away.
    It would be already really very necessary.” replied the girl.
    “I think that will be not necessary, you have been holding it for so long, you will easily be able to bear up for one more hour, or would you wet my seat if i don’t stop?” asked the driver.
    ”You are such a evil sadist, you know very well that it is painful for her to hold it, you know that her bladder hurts her, but you don’t stop to let her pee, because you are one of the guys who loves it to see us girls suffer from needing to wee so bad.” said the friend from the bursting girl, with her own bladder as well already painful overfilled.
    ” That matches, i am a sadist and she is a masochist, why should i stop? There is absolutely no reason for a stop, or are you needing to go? Do you want to the toilet?” asked the guy and smiled sadistic.
    ”Sure i would need to go, you boys went twice and we girls not even once. That is not fair.  She didn’t wee since more than 15 hours! Can you even imagine how that feels?” asked the girl a little bit angry.
    ”Sure i can imagine that and i love to imagine it, because you know that i am a sadist.” answered the boy.
    The “bursting girl “ opened the two top buttons of her shorts to give her bladder more room. Her bladder loved it and pushed her belly skin out to a large hemisphere between her hipbones.
    A little longer than one hour they were  at the girls home.
    “I can’t close the buttons anymore.” said the girl. The boys turned around and could see the large bladder of the girl bulging out of her lower abdomen.
    “That is amazing, i have never before seen such a big bladder.” said one of the boys.
    The girl on the other hand was proud of her bladder and about her holding ability, but could not even stand upright anymore outside the car.
    She was waiting bending forward and with her sexy legs tight crossed for her friend.
    ”That was a great day, but the greatest of all is your bladder.” said one boy.
    ”We should  next time make a “no toilet day trip” with you girls!” said the driver.
    ”Food and drinks would be free for both of you, but no permission for the toilet for you girls!! Would that be a good idea for you 2 ??
     
     
     
     
     
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    holdit247 reacted to myaso2005 in A Girl on the Train   
    Note: For a long time I wanted to contribute something from myself to the forums, but since English is far from being my first language I was hesitant. So, instead, at least for the first few stories I gonna publish, I decided to translate original stories from Russian I enjoyed reading at my youth. I hope you would take pleasure in reading them in English as I did in Russian at my youth. I added a few small details to make the story even more exciting. 
     
     A Girl on the Train
     
    Since my early childhood, the combination of the words “woman” and “toilet” caused trembling in my heart. The first time, I was lucky to observe a girl wetting herself when I was in the 6th grade. I was traveling to another city by train with my mom in the third-class compartment. Being mid 90’s, it was the cheapest way to travel. A very pretty girl with ash-colored lush hair joined our car at one of the stops. As you can guess, she is the one the story with the toilet happened to. 
    Actually, I don’t even know her name. She was wearing light brown pinstripe pants and a matching shirt. The pants were slightly tightly fitting her beautiful ass. I was sneaking glances at her as she sat opposite us. She was looking approximately twenty-five years old. She didn’t try to start a conversation with us, looking a bit sad and lost in her own thoughts. The girl had a bottle of Coke she was constantly sipping from. Then she ordered a big cup of tea from the conductor, finished it, stared out of the window for a while, lay down on the shelf, and fell asleep. Now, I could stare at her without sneaking glances.
    She slept for about an hour and woke up when we were already getting close to the next station, where the train was supposed to stay for about 20 minutes. A station is considered a “restricted area,” and all toilets on the train should be locked. As the girl woke up, she looked out the window, took tissues out of her bag, and quickly ran out to the vestibule, where the toilet was. But she returned immediately, and I realized that she hadn’t gotten to the toilets before they were locked. 
    The girl sat quietly for the next five minutes, but then her behavior became odder. She kept her legs tightly clamped, her back straightened, and she began looking worried as her facial expression gave out her tension. As the train moved long and slow to the station, the girl sat with her lips stiff, constantly changing her position on the shelf. She would move her butt deeper on the shelf and then sit back on its edge, then cross her legs, then keep them clenched. 
    I realized what was going on when the train almost dragged into the station: she suddenly gasped or something like that, making a suffering sound, and clutched her pants at the most interesting spot (her crotch). When a girl sits tensely, grabbing her crotch, everyone knows what is wrong with her; I knew it as well. She almost immediately removed her hand and met my eyes, blushing deeply. 
    The girl crossed her legs, rocking back and forth with her back totally straight. After a minute or so, she changed her position, moving her butt to the edge of the shelf, her legs locked together and again clutching her crotch with her right hand through the pants. This time she kept her hand between her legs and began squeezing her pussy rhythmically and heavily, bending over. Then she straightened up but kept squeezing her crotch. 
    Her face went pale. She looked out of the window, but as if she was not seeing anything, seemingly staring off into space. Her great desperation lasted perhaps fifteen minutes; as soon as the train stopped, she jumped up from the shelf and dashed out like crazy from the compartment. Under the pretext of buying gum (as I told Mom), I ran out after her. The girl could not have been seen on the horizon, and I thought that the fun would end here, imagining her already pulling down her pants at the toilet. 
     
    Except it wouldn't. Nevertheless, I walked to the station, looking for a sign for the ladies. I immediately found it across the entrance. Then, I could not believe my eyes. By the toilet, the same desperate girl was standing, tucking her hands into her pants pockets. She was shifting from one leg to another, franticly looking around. Almost at once, I realized everything when I saw the "closed for 20 min. cleaning" sign. After standing for about a minute, holding herself tightly through the pockets of her pants, she started pacing nervously back and forth around the station. She spotted the gents on the opposite side and began circling them. Perhaps the girl was hesitating about entering the open toilets, but she didn't dare use the men's bathroom. 
    The girl continued pacing for the next fifteen minutes, she squatted twice, holding down her hand and squeezing her crotch. Each time she squatted, I thought she was about to start wetting her pants, but then she would get up, and her pants were still dry. After the second time, she looked panicked and stared directly at the men's toilets for a few long seconds. The girl held her breath, making a decision. Seemingly, her desperation overcame her embarrassment as she started walking quickly toward the opposite-sex bathroom. After a few steps, she suddenly stopped, her right hand darted straight into her groin, clutching it as she bent over. The moment the wave of desperation ended, she dashed to the gents' entrance. As the girl reached the bathroom door, she almost bumped into a man in his seventies with a cane who had just come out.  
    "Darling, this is the men's bathroom; the ladies are over there." he pointed at the opposite bathroom that still had the cleaning sign on.    
    The girl turned beet red and stood there before him, shifting from one leg to another. Trying to hide her desperation the best she could, she removed her hand from the crotch with her face wholly focused and her lips pursed. The elderly man continued grumbling for a minute or two about how today's youth doesn't have respect for anyone, apparently not aware of her distress. 
    After he finished his speech, he walked away, leaving the poor girl standing as she double-crossed her legs. She bit her lower lip but dared not enter the gents. Eventually, she looked at the watch and planned to return to the compartment. The gents were on the other side of the platform, it takes about 200 meters (600 feet) to reach our compartment. 
    A few steps after she started walking, the girl stopped again, bent over, pushing both of her hands into her crotch. She was openly holding herself between her legs for everyone to see as she made her way to the compartment across the whole platform. I could not believe my eyes. I had never thought I would ever witness such a long desperation.
    As we returned to our car, the girl immediately sat on her shelf; she didn't dare to remove her hands from her crotch, rocking back and forth. My mom scolded me for taking so long, but I didn't care, amused by the girl's desperation. The train started slowly leaving the station. What was going on in the next twenty minutes was indescribable. She would sit still for a second, then start rocking again, then would slip with her ass to the edge of the shelf, constantly giving her pussy fast rhythmic squeezes. After each jolt with her ass, the girl made some kind of distressing sounds, I thought that she would start pissing in her pants any second, but she still held on. Twice, she ran out to the vestibule to check if the toilet was already open. After another run, she returned, sat down, bit her lip, and for the next two minutes, was just intensively clenching her pussy with a right hand. Then she suddenly groaned, and a loud noise came from her pants; her crotch, in one second, became significantly wet, the pee started dripping from her shelf. The girl jumped to her feet and ran out towards the vestibule.
    I stood up and saw how, before reaching the vestibule, she leaned against the wall at the end of the compartment, peeing in her pants, which were already completely soaked. Then she went out to the vestibule. I knew I was misbehaving but could not help but follow her. The girl was standing there wiping her drenched pants with tissues, although it did little to help; her pants were thoroughly wet from behind and the inner side of her thighs. 
    Then she returned to her place. I could not follow her for a long time and returned to my shelf. Shortly, the girl returned to the car entirely reddened and still completely wet; she took out a jacket, tied it in an effort to hide the damage, and got out at the next station. I never saw her again.
     
    The End
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    holdit247 got a reaction from BusyKidneys in The First 24 Hours   
    You are a phenomenally talented writer, and holder judging by the realism of the story and the hints you've dropped. Bravo, superb. I shall show my fiancé for inspiration. 
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    holdit247 reacted to BusyKidneys in BusyKidneys is interested in Omo Stories & Experiences   
    Hey peefriends.
    Mandatory introduction out of politeness, even though I don't plan on interacting much.
    I go by BusyKidneys. Duh.
    I'm 24 f, from Europe, queer, and utterly sexually depraved. Like, you've got no idea. Mainly interested in female desperation and holding.
    This is a single-purpose account for posting stories. Erotic fiction, real experiences, and some stuff that is somewhere in between, as in fictionalized accounts of real events. This place always had the best omo stories on the entire web, and I want to be part of it.
    So I'm not going to get social, or get involved in controversial debate or anything.
    I already have one story done. The hold-up (hehe, "hold") atm is moderator approval limbo. This is not a complaint, btw, I know it's a lot of work for unpaid volunteers, and I have all the time in the world.
    So long.
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    holdit247 reacted to BusyKidneys in What is your favorite “little thing” about omorashi?   
    The absolute inability of squirmy bursting people (girls in particular) to keep their legs still.
    Especially when the knees are knocking together and the thighs wanna cross and push together on their own. 🥰
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    holdit247 reacted to Rexone_312 in The First 24 Hours   
    I read this story and them again and them again. I have read many 'All Day' stories in the past. But this one beats them all. The way you hehe described your journey right from 2am to 2am, your outfit, your thoughts and your actions - it spoke volumes about how you truly enjoyed the hold. Like I could feel the raging arousal you had amd kept yourself going. You reminded me of my early days. I hope you get to have more such adventures and I hope someday I get the honors of controlling your bladder. Keep holding. Remember - To pee is to sin. 
     
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    holdit247 reacted to PluggedUp_Full in What are your weirdest omo fantasies?   
    Another fantasy of mine is a pretty, young girl, locked up in her jeans for a day. She regularly use the toilet under normal conditions, so it is going to be a challenge for her to keep her pants dry. She will be holding it at her workplace, she has to keep her filling bladder calm while keeping some degree of composure or risk being noticed by coworkers. The coffee that she drinks won't help her. This girl, who is often seen as quiet, kind and hard-working, the good girl type, is actually enjoying her helplessness as she is incapable of stemming the urge between her hips and unable to void her big-and-growing bladder, until the timer expires. She is secretly hoping one of her coworkers would notice and take advantage of her predicament to make her need even worse: give her coffee, massage her abdomen, tell her that she can't pee and must drink more, though she knows that she is very full now and there are hours to go.
    Holding it for so long waiting for permission makes her feel like a naughty girl, unlike her normal self. This sparks a desire she is too shy to admit, that she wants her pent-up liquid in her bladder to be the toy of other people while she is really struggling to hold it inside her locked jeans. This makes her feels helpless and horny at the same time, being punished for naughtiness while it is really just because she was locked in her jeans for the day.
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    holdit247 reacted to Mbgpeelover in The thing about Ellen and Daniel   
    Ellen’s silent struggle
     
    Ellen was surprised just how hungry she still was despite having had something to eat back at her own home. Not only was this meal much warmer and fresher but it tasted so much better too. Still thinking over Daniel’s suggestion of applying for the caretakers job in Dundee she was more than happy to continue eating without much conversation. Sipping at the iced water Daniel had poured out in between mouthfuls of her meal there was one other thing weighing on Ellen’s mind that she wanted to raise with Daniel as soon as they had finished eating; the fact she needed to use his loo. 
     
    Just as he had done the previous evening Ellen then watched as Daniel immediately took the empty plates and dirty cutlery to the sink and preceded to start washing up right away. The sound of the running water almost made Ellen blurt out her need but she reminded herself that surely it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes to wash just two plates and a few pieces of cutlery. Tensing her muscles she felt the hairs on her arm stand up as the kitchen began cooling now the oven was no longer on. 
     
    Daniel seemed to notice she was a little cold, sitting only in her short sleeved nightshirt and knickers as she watched him open the cupboard where he’d hung the coats and pull out a blanket. Curious why he hadn’t just picked up the blanket she’s brought with her she smiled innocently at him as he invited her into the living room to relax. Walking though under the arch Ellen was sure Daniel had mentioned the night before about having a downstairs loo as she looked around curiously hoping to see it. Distracted she sat down beside Daniel on his couch feeling much warmer and snug cuddled into him with the blanket over her legs. Hoping her need to wee might somehow disappear for a bit she was fascinated and amazed at the sheer amount of TV channels Daniel had available via satellite and streaming services. Feeling a little excited at getting to choose what they watched Ellen took her time scrolling though for several minutes until she settled on one of her favourite films: Titanic. 
     
    Daniel seemed in agreement so Ellen pressed play looking forward to seeing Rose meet Jack all over again and the whole romance of their relationship despite the tragic ending. Momentarily forgetting her body’s need she tried snuggling into Daniel as the film started and Rose came into shot. It wasn’t long though before she felt she had to shuffle a little to distract her mind from the building pressure in her bladder. Embarrassed that she appeared to disturb Daniel from the movie she nodded silently when he asked if she was ok. She’d have been much more comfortable if she could only tear herself away from the movie but she knew it wasn’t going to be much longer before Jack appeared and she wasn’t going to miss Leonardo DiCaprio for anything! As the plot built up quickly and Rose headed for the railing about to throw her self overboard Ellen found herself wriggling more but determined to watch as Jack talked her down. 
     
    Now feeling Daniel’s warm hand resting on her thigh under the blanket Ellen found herself lost in the moment as Rose and Jack met for the first time and her eyes misted over. Focussed on the dramatics of the movie with it’s incredible soundtrack and believable characters Ellen refused to allow the increasing pressure in her bladder distract her as she instinctively pushed back further into the couch and leant forward, aware that Daniel’s hand was slowly creeping up her thigh but enjoying it immensely. Feeling her legs moving almost involuntarily Ellen was briefly aware that she was rhythmically tapping the bottom of the couch with her heel as she kept her eyes on the TV despite feeling the need to wee getting stronger and stronger by the second. 
     
    Longing to hold herself Ellen slid one hand onto her thigh on top of Daniel’s as his thumb now reached the edge of her knickers. Wriggling subtly and struggling to keep still she accidentally knocked the blanket onto the floor. As Daniel removed his hand to pick the blanket up another strong urge hit suddenly and Ellen had to cross her legs tightly in order not to leak. Distracted, but equally determined to watch the movie, Ellen pulled her legs tighter and bounced her knee anxiously, jumping as Daniel touched her causing her to take in a sharp intake of air. Realising that the film wasn’t even half way through Ellen debated to herself about reaching for the remote and pausing it to ask to use Daniel’s loo but instead she placed her hand on top of Daniel’s and moved it so he now had his hand where she’d wanted hers for almost an hour. Squeezing against his hand she pushed in and out desperately trying to hold her overfull bladder at least until the movie finished. 
     
    Still not uttering a word about her strong need to pee Ellen pulled herself forward on the couch and uncrossed her legs as Jack finally began sketching a topless picture of Rose. 
     
    “Oh this part is lovely Daniel. It’s so intense. They don’t even need words. You can just  feel it building between them so much can’t you?” 
     
    Glancing at Daniel’s face Ellen saw his eyes glisten and his dark skin flush as her legs squirmed against his hand. 
     
    “Oh definitely. The tension is so strong and he’s absolutely gagging for her. There’s no way they’re not going to take things further very soon that’s for certain.” 
     
    “I love how they build this up slowly even though you can predict exactly what will happen. It’s captivating isn’t it?” 
     
    “Oh it’s definitely that Ellen. Exciting, dramatic, but edging on dangerous too don’t you think?” 
     
    Ellen agreed softly, placing her hand on top of Daniel’s again and encouraging him to push against her throbbing body as she wriggled and squirmed fighting against her now urgent desire to wee but still not wanting to miss the movie or mention to Daniel just how bursting she felt. She might not make it to the end of the film but she was determined to try anyway.
     
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    holdit247 reacted to pwpj in Your Call Is Important To Us   
    Several years ago, I wrote a couple of stories centered around Emily, a uni student, having desperate moments. Something I saw this last weekend gave me inspiration for another thing.
    I hope people enjoy it, I hope it's not too long/short/boring!
     
    "Your call is important to us" said the automated voice "please hold, whilst we connect you to the next available agent"
    Emily sighed. If the call was so important to them, surely they would answer it quicker, she thought.
    The journey should have been simple enough. She was travelling back to university ready for the new term. The journey was about 120 miles, and took a couple of hours, but she was familiar enough with it as she entered 3rd year. Her middle-aged and slightly battered Micra was full with bags of clothes, bedding and so on, as she was moving her things into a new flat. The previous week she'd been up to get the keys and so on, now it was time to move everything in and get settled.
    Now 20, she was a pretty young lady, with long brown hair and freckles, a slim(ish) figure, which combined with a charming sense of humour made her very popular with both friends and guys. She'd dressed in a navy blue summery dress with white polka dots that day - and had already thought that she ought to change before she started unloading at the other end, as it wasn't especially practical for house-moving. 
    It might have been the baking hot August weather, or the fact that her student budget had neglected any form of car servicing, but the rising temperature gauge, followed by the steam coming from underneath the bonnet, had forced her to pull over on the A1(M) hard shoulder. Remembering the safety posters, she left on the nearside and clambered up the embankment before phoning the breakdown service. The operator had been efficient and friendly, noting that her call was a priority as she was a lone woman, and taking down all the details needed and promising that she'd get a message with an update and a timescale shortly. Emily was reasonably content - it was a hot day, but she'd brought plenty of water and some snacks, so she sat on the embankment waiting for news.
    That had been an hour ago, though, and feeling a little bored and frustrated, she'd rung back to try and get an update.
    "Did you know, we fix 87% of members cars within half an hour of arrival?" the disembodied voice continued. Emily thought that was a good omen, although she wished that they'd arrive soon. She was starting to feel pretty hot sitting in the sun, and thanks to all the water, she needed a wee.
    "All our agents are busy helping other customers" - well bully for them, she thought.
    The call was answered by another friendly operator who quickly looked up her details on the system.
    "Ah right, thanks for your patience, I can see that our recovery technicians are really busy in your region at the moment, and that's delayed things quite a bit. But what I can do is speak to the supervisor and see if we can hurry things along a bit. Can you hold for a moment please?"
    It was a bit of a rhetorical question, really, wasn't it? And hold she did - in two ways, she thought, as she crossed her legs. 
    "Sorry for the wait" said the operator "but I've just checked and I've got somebody who's free just up the road. He'll be with you in about 10-15 minutes, if that's ok?".
    And sure enough, a little while later Emily noticed a luminous van with lights flashing pulling onto the hard shoulder just behind her car. She got up, causing quite a twinge in her bladder, and shuffled down the embankment to speak to the technician.
    Standing in the heat, she took another swig from one of the water bottles that she kept in the boot, answering the odd question and holding her skirt down - partially to avoid flashing her knickers to passing motorists, partially as a form of fidgeting to distract from her bladder. Although she needed a wee fairly badly by now, she knew it wouldn't be very long until she could find relief. There had been quite a few times where she'd been pretty desperate during her time at uni, but that was part of the experience wasn't it? At least she usually managed to hold it. Lauren, one of her flatmates, had a reputation for needing to stop and squat somewhere every night they were out drinking, far more than anyone else. Emily felt sorry for her, as she'd tried to avoid this by holding it in, and ended up wetting herself embarrassingly outside spoons one memorable night.
    The sound of water splattering on the floor brought her to her senses and provided a reminder of her bladder. "Hmm - not good" said the recovery guy. "Were you driving it for long after it overheated?"
    "Well, erm, it was showing on the red for a bit, but it seemed to be going alright, until the steam started coming out!" replied Emily.
    "I see" the recovery guy continued, "I'm a bit worried that it's throwing water out again, and there looks to be some oil in the header tank. You may need a new head gasket."
    "Oh, ok" replied Emily, who may as well have been listening to a sentence in French. "Do you have one with you?"
    The recovery guy chuckled and carried on with some more checks whilst making a sexist comment that, if Emily weren't relying on him to get her off the hard shoulder safe (and dry), she'd have challenged him. How was she to know what sort of repair that was? She was a business student, not an engineer.
    "Right love, the car's going nowhere under its own steam - pardon the pun." the recovery guy said "We can recover you to a garage either nearby, or local to your home if you'd prefer". It wasn't too far, only another 40 odd miles to her uni town, so Emily said she'd prefer that. 
    It would take a few minutes, apparently, to get things ready, and she'd be up in the van cab for the journey. The need for a wee had become pretty urgent by this point. If she was still on her own, she thought, she'd most likely be finding a bush or a tree to squat behind. But the recovery was in progress and she'd be on her way soon. The driver pulled the van in front of her car and put her car on a towing device, attached some straps and took some photos with his tablet.
    Emily realised that she'd been fidgeting and shifting from foot to foot by the side of the road for quite a while now, but she didn't want the recovery driver to know how desperate for a wee she was. She resolved to be calm, and un-fidgety, for the rest of the journey. Then she'd get to the other end. Then she could wee.
    At the driver's instruction, she climbed up into the cab of the recovery van, smoothing her dress down and fastening her seatbelt. The driver got in and started the engine, and Emily realised that she had to consciously stop herself from fidgeting and squirming. Her bladder by now felt very painful, and the process of moving and lifting herself up into the cab seat had only intensified this.
    As they moved off down the motorway, with her car visible in the wing-mirror being pulled along behind, the recovery guy clearly decided that Emily was a receptive audience. Why did so many young ladies not look after their cars, he wondered. It was simple enough to check the coolant, oil, and brake fluid. It only took a few minutes. But it was just a thing about modern society wasn't it. Back in his day, everyone knew how to set their points and change the spark plugs. The youth today didn't care until somebody else had to pick up the pieces.
    "And lucky for you they don't" snapped Emily, trying to remain vaguely professional whilst also putting him in his place "otherwise you'd be out of a job!".
    "Well, yes, quite" he replied - clearly not used to a woman showing him up - and continued driving, occasionally mentioning something about a passing lorry or landmark. Emily didn't care too much. She re-positioned her seatbelt slightly and tensed her thighs, whilst outwardly avoiding showing how desperate she now was. The radio was on, and Sally Traffic was warning of delays and roadworks across various trunk routes, but luckily nothing was mentioned for the rest of the journey.
    Her flatmate asked her on messenger how long until she would arrive, so she asked the driver. "I dunno, it depends on the other lorry" he replied.
    "What other lorry?" asked Emily, concerned
    "Don't you even know how recovery works love? I can't take you all the way to your destination, that'd be too far out of my patch. I'll be taking you another five miles up the road, and another lorry from the next area will pick you up and take you the rest of the way"
    "Oh" replied Emily "Wait, so I'll be sitting there waiting again?"
    "Yeah, I'd say so. It's usually about half an hour, but it really does depend on where he's got to come from. It's just a busy day today. But as I say, it could have been avoided-"
    "-by me checking my coolant, yes, as you are reminding me!"
    "Well, I'm sure it's not a mistake you'll be making again" the recovery driver chuckled "always set out with a full tank!"
    Ironic choice of words, thought Emily, given that she had a very full tank in a manner of speaking.
    The motorway sign said that the services were up half a mile away, and the driver indicated left. "This is where I'll be dropping you off". Emily was overjoyed. SERVICES! That landmark of expensive petrol and half-melted chocolate. But they had toilets. Her bladder clearly realised this, as at that moment the pressure grew and she had to use all her strength to stop a leak from happening. Just keep it together, Emily, she told herself.
    As the lorry sailed down the entrance road, the driver turned left, taking her away from the services building, towards the furthest end of the car park. Dammit! Emily looked confused, which must have shown, as the driver explained "we have an agreement with the service operators, we use their car park to drop off and pick up cars, but only if we do it at the bottom end. Can't be clogging up the busy end. Everyone wants to park there - closer to the cafe and toilets!".
    Toilets. Fuck. What she wouldn't give for one now. Underneath her dress, she had reasonably plain black knickers. They had a bit of lace on the edge, but they were still in the category of 'everyday knickers'. Her thighs clamped together, they were slightly damp from the heat - and so far nothing else.
    The driver had gone around the back and Emily could hear some clunking and motors operating. She opened the passenger door and stepped out, forgetting that she was in a much higher vehicle than normal, her feet hitting the floor with a defined thud, sending a slight shockwave through her body. Her brain felt a bit silly. Her knees bent slightly to absorb the impact. Her sphincter, precariously overworked as it was, momentarily relaxed and to her horror Emily could feel a spurt escape into her knickers. "No not here!" she said. She opened her eyes. Nobody had heard. Nobody had seen. 
    Gingerly, she made her way along the side of the van to the back. The driver had lowered her car back on to the ground, and was packing away his towing apparatus. "Right, love, if I can just get you to sign here" he said, passing her a tablet, "this one shows that I've dropped you off at a safe place, this one is to accept the existing damage on the car, this one is that you are the policy holder". For all she cared the signatures could have been for anything, and she scribbled something in each of the boxes. Not really knowing what you're supposed to do with yourself whilst politely waiting for someone to leave after towing you, Emily stood fairly still, not sure whether remaining static or fidgeting was the best course of action. She just wanted the guy to leave. She needed to make a dash for the toilets in the main building, but didn't want to look like a fool.
    "That's me done, I'll be on my way" the driver said. Thank god, thought Emily. Mentally preparing for the dash. Running, or walking? Running meant she could get her bum on the loo quicker. Walking, though, meant keeping her thighs tightly pressed was an option. 
    But the driver was still there, tapping away on his tablet. Emily was still frozen to the spot. "Just checking how long until someone will be with you. Live tracker, see". Emily couldn't give a monkeys - she just wanted him on his way. Tap tap tap, refresh. And underneath her knickers, her tired sphincter relaxed just for a second, letting another spurt of warm pee flow through her opening urethra, dampening her knickers.
    "Twenty-five minutes. It'll be Frank. VW Transporter, 21 plate. Is that ok?"
    It could have been an alien riding Shergar for all she cared, but she nodded.
    "Well take care, I'm off now, don't forget to check that tank next time".
    Still rooted to the spot, Emily watched as the luminous van drove off. She looked around. It was pretty empty at this end of the car park. A dilapidated camper van stood a couple of rows across, and some empty lorries were parked on the other side. She turned around to go towards the terminal building, moving her left leg forward. She yelped and stopped immediately as another spurt of pee used the movement to push through. Stop. Keep calm, stand still. Think of something. She tried moving slowly and carefully, but another leak came as her tired and aching body just needed to release. If she tried to get to the services, she'd wet herself. The only question is where, and how many people would see.
    She looked around to the end of the car park. A thick tree line had a picket fence, and she could make a dash for it and squat behind there, that'd do. Oh no. Oh no oh no. At that moment another leak forced its way out, this one for about three seconds. Clamp down. Hold it. Even that wasn't enough.
    There was only one thing for it. She hoped nobody would see, but truth being told she didn't care any more. A well rehearsed lift of the skirt, thumbs into her knickers, and she wrenched her knickers down - opening her legs slightly to let them fall, which also opened the floodgate - whilst squatting into position to avoid a mess. 
    The relief washed over her. After such a long time waiting, she relaxed her bladder and with a loud hiss and splatter she was weeing onto the tarmac. Her vulva, dampened by the leaks in her knickers, had a free flow of high pressure pee running through it. She kept her skirt as low as possible, but high enough to avoid any accidents. Looking down at her knickers, there was a noticeable damp patch along the bottom. 
    Emily's bladder continued to empty and, as it did so, the pressure subsided. She carried on squatting whilst the last few dribs spurted and dribbled out. Finished. A deep, relaxing sigh.
    Lifting her knickers up, the warm dampness had rapidly turned into a cold soggy feeling that gave her the ick. She'd got knickers in her bags, in the car. Having made herself decent, the act of cleaning up, wiping herself with some handy baby wipes to freshen up, and finding a purple thong to put on, was all done discreetly at the side of the car park.
    One thing's for sure, she knew a lot about overflowing full tanks now.
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    holdit247 got a reaction from Ordinaryalien in A Desperate Date With The Enemy Part One Commissioned by Northanon   
    I am beyond frustrated that part 2 isn't published in time for my night alone in a hotel!
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    holdit247 reacted to uguisuAnn in Omorashi vs Oshigama   
    Oshigama also seems to be a term derived from Japanese like omorashi.
    Omorashi is generally used to mean urine fetish. In Japanese おもらし is used to mean unintentionally wetting one's pants (including number 2).
    Oshigama is still not widely used. It is an abbreviation for oshikko gaman (おしっこ我慢), which in Japanese means to hold back the urge to urinate. People who are into holding back often use this abbreviation. 8.7% of women and 13.7% of men in my country say they like to hold back. When an oshigama topic is created on an anonymous women-only forum, it is filled with posts about experiences of endurance.
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    holdit247 reacted to Ordinaryalien in Vampires Don’t Pee   
    Part I— Ed Turns
    Written by Will Holden
    Commissioned by Bee Fuller
     
    Ed was by all accounts an almost painfully ordinary guy. Every Monday through Friday, he drove his same preowned Chevy to his same boring office job, exchanged the same middling banter around the same water cooler with the same friendly but unremarkable coworkers. Then weekends were spent imbibing as much booze as his barely–above–minimum–wage paycheck would cover, then wash, rinse, repeat ad infinitum. There was however, even back then, one thing that made Ed just a little bit different from his fellow office drones, and clubbers. Ed often took that boring traffic-filled commute, and those watercooler talks— talks during which he almost always had a little paper cup or two of that weird room temperature office water himself— with his bladder still sloshing full of the previous night’s piss. And those long nights at the club, he would knock back shot after shot, mug after mug, watching other guys waddle desperately to the men’s room to “break the seal,” then make that same odyssey many more times throughout the night, while he remained at the bar, laughed at their weakness, and ordered another round. Ed wasn’t sure exactly when it had started for him, but ever since he could remember, he had taken a sort of odd pride in his iron bladder. There wasn’t much that Ed had on the other guys around him, but this was one talent— if you could call it that— at which he could effortlessly wipe the floor with nearly any other guy he knew— And when it came to holding contests, floors needing wiping was always a very real possibility. It wasn’t much, but it gave him just that little boost of confidence he needed to make it through yet another monotonous day.
     
                  It was on one of his Saturday night excursions at a club he knew well, Trancium, that Ed would learn a cruel lesson in humility far too late. Normally, Ed made a point of relieving himself no more than three times a day even— no, especially— on days he went out drinking. He found it to be almost embarrassing to answer the call of nature with the rest of the weak–bladdered drunks. Tonight was different however, for two reasons: the first reason was straightforward enough. He had way overdone it. His last piss had been at noon today— His first and only release of the day. Now, it was well after one in the morning. Since then, he had easily drunk at least a litre of water, some tea, a glass of orange juice, and all of that was before he had even arrived at the club and decided to show off and order five beers all at once and shotgun them. Now, even Ed’s seemingly limitless bladder of steel was tender and pulsating, and it took everything in his power to keep from leaking spurts of hot yellow piss from his whimpering pee hole into his white loose–fitting boxers. The other reason? Well, that would be the same reason he had done something so boneheaded as shot-gunning that many beers at once in the first place. Ed had a date tonight. A beautiful, vivacious woman with bouncing pink hair named Alyssa he’d met on his last visit here. It was one thing to be forced to hold yourself, or worse get caught leaking in public under ordinary circumstances— already completely mortifying, but on a date? Out of the question. Like any sane person with probably three liters and thirteen hours of boiling piss roiling like a tsunami against the world’s tiniest floodgate to escape their overtaxed bladder, Ed decided it was time to call it, and politely excused himself to go use the men’s room.
     
    As he got from up his seat, a fresh wave of desperation hit him, and he audibly groaned from the excruciating strain it took to keep the contents of his own personal ocean safely inside of him in. He felt a single half of a dribble form at the edge of his exhausted pee hole. He willed it to go back inside somehow, it of course, did not oblige. If only he had known that that single dribble would be one of the last semblances of relief his poor bladder would ever experience again. He squeezed his thighs together, trying not to make it obvious just how frantic with desperation he was in front of his beautiful companion, and waddled carefully towards the men’s room. While he was walking very slowly, trying his best not to let a single leak slip, men clearly infinitely less desperate than he was easily stepped in front of him, and by the time he got to the men’s room—single stall, of course, just his luck— a line had formed. He bit his lip, and felt himself almost tear up, praying to every deity he could think of for the line to at least move quickly. By the time he was near the front of the line, Ed swore his bladder must have weighed as much as a bowling ball, and his hands had found their way to his pockets, where they formed a chokehold around the head of his poor straining, twitching cock.
     
    The guy in front of him went in, and his throbbing pee hole almost released another spurt in anticipation. He pinched it off, reminding himself that relief was close, so very, very close—But not there. Not yet. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his date sauntering towards him. He guessed that she must be headed for the ladies’ room and tried his best to pull himself together lest she see him in his current pathetic state. Instead, she walked directly up to him. His desperate cock danced up and down in protest. He was so close, and now he was going to have to have a conversation, so painfully close to relief and not show how achingly desperate he was. It felt almost too cruel to bear.
     
    “Uh h-hey, Alyssa,” he stammered through clenched teeth, “What’s uh… What’s up?”
     
    She gave a low chuckle that had an odd menace to it. Ed felt a shiver run up his spine, and this time it wasn’t yet another urgent warning signal from his straining bladder. Still, it didn’t help, and he squeezed his legs together even tighter just moments too late to stop another dribble from starting to form at the tip of his straining cock. “Oh Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, you are adorable.” Alyssa ran the back of her hand lightly along his cheek and pressed him against the wall. He felt his cock twinge again, for a different reason, and the momentary change in sensation nearly caused him to lose another spurt. He let out a little whimper despite himself.
     
    “Hey Alyssa, can you just h-h-hold that thought for one second? It’s just that I’m next in line and…” He looked down and trailed off, embarrassed to admit just how close his bladder was to exploding in a gushing yellow mess in his pants right there.
     
    Alyssa didn’t budge, just traced his jawline once again, “You’re cute. But I have a confession to make.”
     
    “Oh y-y-yeah?” Ed stammered as he heard the sound of a toilet flushing, the rushing water, and the knowledge of just how close relief was nearly made him lose it on the spot once again, but he clenched every muscle in his body, and instead gently tried to push Alyssa off of him, “I’m really sorry Alyssa, but I promise you I’ll be right back.” Her grip was like iron and didn’t give an inch.
     
    “I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that Eddie-poo. See, there’s something I really need to tell you. And it can’t wait another moment.” The door handle turned, and a tall man exited wearing the look of blissful relief Eddie would have given his left arm to share.
     
    Another guy came from down the hall, “Excuse me,” he asked, holding himself in a way Ed desperately wished he had the freedom to do at the moment, “Are you in line? Sorry if I’m interrupting it’s just that I’ve had three beers, and hoo boy… My teeth are floating!”
     
    “Yes!” Ed almost shouted, tears forming in his eyes.
     
    “No, go right ahead.” Alyssa talked over him. The man looked between the two of them with a bit of confusion for a moment, before Ed heard the sound of a soft hiss, as a small wet patch formed at the front of the man’s trousers. The man appeared to panic, grabbed himself with both hands, and rushed into the bathroom without further hesitation, slamming the door behind him. Ed’s pee hole twinged and throbbed enviously, sending a shock of pain up his bladder, and through his cock.
     
    “Why did you do that?” He whimpered, then, scarcely believing the words were leaving his mouth, he whispered with a shaking voice, “I–I really need to go, okay?” Even through the door, Ed could hear the absolute roaring gush of what had to be almost about half as much boiling urine as occupied Ed’s own tormented bladder rushing with the speed of a high-intensity water canon into the toilet bowl. Ed’s dick jumped up and down several times violently, begging for the relief he still stubbornly refused it.
     
    “I needed to get you alone, Ed, darling, so I could do this.” She tilted his chin up, pressed her lips to the hollow of his neck, and suddenly, Ed felt a new type of pain entirely course through his entire body. One that almost drowned out the agony radiating from his tortured bladder. Almost. It was like two tiny little knives stabbing him in the neck, and then he felt the suction, and a venomous burn in his veins, and he started to go weak.
    “It’s like I was trying to tell you before Eddie darling, I didn’t ask you here for a date. I asked you here for dinner. Well, to be my dinner, that is.  But it’s all going to be okay, see, in just a moment, I’ll have sucked you dry, and none of this will matter.” Ed struggled, trying to get out a scream, to get away, something. But she was so strong, and it was all he could do just to keep his floodgates shut, because even then, Ed just couldn’t quite manage to swallow his pride.
     
    Just as Ed felt himself start to lose consciousness, another guy approached him to get in line, and saw them. Alyssa hissed and shrieked like a feral cat and fled the scene at an impossible speed, leaving Ed with nothing left to do but collapse shaking to the ground. He couldn’t decide which was worse, the burning venom that was now coursing through his veins, or the waves of shock that screamed through his bulging bladder as he hit the floor.
     
    “Whoa, you okay, man,” his accidental saviour asked.
    Ed grabbed his burning cock, preventing a spurt from leaking out, and nodded though he knew it wasn’t true. It took him several tries, but he managed to get onto his knees, and desperately clawed at the men’s room door, “Please…” He begs, “I – I just need to…” He twisted his legs like a pretzel, and knocked on the door with all his remaining strength, “Can’t… Can’t hold much longer… Please…”
     
    “Uh sorry bro,” came the oblivious response from the other side of the door, “gonna be occupado for at least a few more minutos.”
     
     Ed finally broke down and openly sobbed, clinging onto his throbbing cock for dear life. No, no, no. This could not be happening. Ed couldn’t even process that he’d just been bitten by a vampire, all he knew was that no matter what happened after this, he couldn’t just lose control in the middle of a club like this. It was completely out of the question. He was Iron-Bladdered Ed. He didn’t just have accidents in the middle of a public club like some sort of weakling.
     
    “Dude, I hate to say it, but maybe you should just like… Go. Whatever that chick did to you looks like kind of a medical emergency. You should probably go to the hospital. Nobody is going to judge you if you piss yourself right now. Hell, that guy over there just did it, and he didn’t even get bitten by some freaky chick,” the man behind him in line tried to reassure him.
     
    “No, you don’t understand. I don’t do that. I’ll never do that!” He almost shouted through tears. He felt a change come over him. Suddenly, the burning in his veins died down. His hearing amplified, and it made the sound of the flush he’d been desperately waiting for even louder than he was expecting. The near–deafening rush of water added yet another torment to his already tortured bladder.  The door opened, and he forced himself into a standing position, doubled over clutching at his crotch, he waddled in, and shut the door. He caught a brief glimpse of the mirror, and if he hadn’t been in such desperate agony, he would have done a double take— But there was no time to think about anything that wasn’t the toilet and the steps between him and the ecstasy of draining nearly three full litres of piss from the bursting dam inside his abdomen.  Finally, he stood over the toilet. After everything he’d been through, it almost felt like a dream. Ed swore he could almost hear a choir of serenading angels as he pulled his throbbing dick out of his trousers, finally relaxed his tired, painfully pulsating pee hole, or at least he tried to, and… Nothing happened. The hole remained pulled tightly shut. Maybe he held too long. Ed takes a long breath and tried again. And again. And again. And yet again. Still, no matter how hard he tried, nothing moved. Here he was, his bulging bladder jutting out several inches over his hips, standing directly over the toilet, cock out and ready, yet relief was somehow further away than it had ever been. He just barely resisted the urge to cry again, knowing it wouldn’t help anything. Instead, he pressed down on his bladder, hoping to get the long-awaited flow started manually. The sensation hurt so badly he let out a moan of pure agony, yet still not a single dribble of piss escaped his pounding bladder for his trouble. He tried desperately to remember what other tricks he’d heard for peeing when it was hard to get started. He went to the sink to turn the water on, and that’s when he finally realized the nature of his situation. As the water started flowing, Ed’s knees naturally squeezed together, but it was completely unnecessary. Ed’s reflection in the mirror was gone. Ed had been bitten by a vampire, and now had been turned into one too.
     
     There’s one thing nobody really talks about when it comes to vampires. Sure, everyone knows they can move fast, have inhuman strength, drink blood, all that good stuff. And everyone knows they don’t show up in mirrors, and can’t handle the sunlight, garlic, crucifixes, the basics. But, there’s something else no vampire can do once they have turned, and dear reader I suspect you may have already got an inkling what it is— Vampires cannot urinate. At all. Ever. For most, that’s not an issue. Vampires don’t make new urine, and any normal person would naturally piss themselves from the pain of the turning process if they had needed to go when they were bitten. Ed, unfortunately for him, was not most people when he was human, and now he has an eternity to live, and he will spend every second of it just as painfully desperate as he was that night. Forever.
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    holdit247 reacted to Ordinaryalien in A Desperate Date With The Enemy Part One Commissioned by Northanon   
    TW for some dubious consent but not full non-con
     
    Where could she be? Marcus wonders scanning the crowded fairground. He fidgets with his disguise, already antsy. Shouldn’t have had all that coffee on the way over, but Marcus knows he needs to keep his wits about him when dealing with a target like the woman nicknamed The Anaconda— one of the most feared operatives of the organization known as PAIN named for both her infamously slippery nature, and well… When he spots her, he is reminded very quickly of the other reason she was given that nickname.
    Soft, supple breasts spill out of a tight, lacy black corset, her cleavage bouncing as she walks to the rhythm of her voluptuous swinging hips barely contained in skin-tight leather pants. It had started off as a bit of an in-joke, a reference to that older Nickie Minaj song – “My Anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun.” The curvaceous knockout standing in front of him — real name Rachel Lovehart certainly does not fail to provide on that front… Or any other. Marcus feels his pants tighten a bit.
    “Sorry I’m late, darlin’,” she flicks her silky red curls and smiles mischievously, “Traffic was a real bitch. Shall we head in?” Marcus nods eagerly, entranced, then reminds himself he needs to snap out of it. It was a stroke of ridiculously good fortune that one of his team’s operatives managed to find The Anaconda’s dating profile, and even better fortune that they’d managed to trick her into matching with a disguised profile of her nemesis: Marcus Borne, spy for the rival organization STEEL. This might be the only chance he ever has to convince her to take him back to her base in steal the data for Project: Theta, a certain top-secret project that absolutely needs to be stopped. It’s absolutely imperative that he not let himself get distracted… No matter how entrancingly sexy she is.
    Once again, he feels a tingle of urgency at the tip of his penis. She wasn’t kidding when she said traffic was a bitch, and three coffees can really catch up with a guy. He shouldn’t let her out of his sight, but would it really be so bad to just jet off to the men’s room real quick? Surely, she wouldn’t leave seconds into a date, would she? “Actually…” He looks to the side sheepishly, “Would you mind terribly if I run off to the gent’s real quick? Then we can get our tickets and head in.”
    Much to his surprise, instead of quickly acquiescing, Rachel smirks impishly and shakes her head, she runs a single finger up his arm so lightly it sends a shiver up his spine… And his bladder. “You wouldn’t keep a lady like me waiting, would you?” She pouts, then smiling mischievously, “If I didn’t know better I might think you were trying to leave me already, and I don’t like being stood up. I might just have to go back home.”
    Marcus balks at this. What the hell kind of answer is that? Before he can question it too much, though, she pulls him in by the collar for an intoxicating kiss. Her large, squishy breasts press up against his chest, while the curves of her soft stomach press into his own stomach and bladder, giving the latter a painful jolt. She has an overwhelming smell like vanilla, some sort of exotic flower, and sex. By the time she pulls away, giggling playfully, Marcus can scarcely remember his own name let alone what he’d been about to say before. Rachel seems to know she has had this effect on him because she takes him by the hands and repeats her earlier question as though nothing has happened, “Shall we head in?” Marcus is so dazed he can only nod.
    About an hour passes while Marcus’ bladder slowly fills more and more, but he’s afraid to ask to go again, for fear he may lose sight of Rachel, and mess up the weeks of planning and subterfuge it took to get to this point.
    “Look, Devon! Look how cute!” Devon was the name Marcus gave on his dating profile. He looks up to see what she’s pointing at, and almost immediately regrets it.
    At this particular booth, they’re making fresh pineapple juice. Yellow liquid hisses and sloshes around in clear tubes before gushing into little cups carved from the lower half of the pineapples themselves, with cute little umbrellas on top. Marcus feels a pang of urgency wash over him and is forced to cross his legs and bounce in place, resisting the urge to grab his cock outright like he really wants to. Worst of all, there’s a sign on the booth advertising, “All Drinks Free For Anyone Who Can Break The Current Record, Five Drinks in One Minute.”
    “I–” Marcus stammers, “I guess I can buy you one if you want, but I think I’ll pass for myself… I still really need to…”
    She cuts him off, “Come on, that’s no fun,” she turns down her upper lip sadly, “I want to do the challenge!” Marcus winces imagining having to watch the attendant pour, and Rachel down all those drinks. He almost lets a single drop of hot piss escape his aching pee hole just thinking about it. He groans, and just manages to cut it off before it starts. It’s starting to really hurt to hold all this in, but this is really important. He needs Rachel to have a good time with him here so he can talk his way back to her place to steal that data.
    He nods reluctantly, “Okay, Rach. You go ahead! I’ll cheer you on!”
    She laughs musically. Her perfect breasts bounce as she does, “No, silly! It’s no fun if I do it by myself! We have to do it together! Besides…” She leans in close, her breath hot in his ear as she whispers, “I hear pineapple juice makes your cum taste really, really good,” she licks the tip of his ear playfully, standing on her tiptoes so that the top of her cleavage is inches from his chin. It sends a shiver up his spine and sets his heart pounding in his ear. Marcus is now hyperaware of a sizable tent forming in his pants. She runs a sharp fingernail up his throat, and he gulps and nods. Before he can even fully process what he’s just agreed to, Rachel drags him by the collar to the stand, and says to the attendant, “We will both be trying our hands at that challenge, right, Babe?” Marcus is so turned on he can’t even think straight until the sound and sight of yellow liquid pouring into his cup snaps him out of his trance. He’s caught so off guard that before he can stop it, a hot jet of urine spurts into his pants. He moans and crosses his legs, trying to shift his weight to hide the barely–visible wet spot the size of a dime near the zipper of his pants.
    “Three, two, one… Drink!” The attendant shouts, pressing down on the button of a stopwatch. It’s the last thing in the world Marcus wants to do right now, but he starts gulping down the juice as quickly as he can. Rachel finishes her first cup moments before him. The sound of the attendant refilling it makes him squirm. Reaching one hand into his pocket, he subtly grabs the head of his penis and gives it a squeeze before he leaks again. Seconds later, despite his desperation, Marcus manages to finish off his first cup. The sound and sight of the second one filling is a fresh wave of torture to his poor aching bladder. Still, he keeps going. Only a couple of sips in, he hears that awful gushing sound again, so painfully close to the sound of what he desperately needs to do himself. Apparently, Rachel is already on her third cup. Marcus can already feel the first cup and a half making their way down into his already painfully stretched bladder, but it’s a matter of pride now. He tips back the cup, a little bit of the yellow liquid dribbling down his chin and braces himself for the sound of another one filling. It doesn’t come, at least not into his cup, because Rachel is apparently already going for her fourth. The attendant gets to him next. Almost done, he thinks. Surely, after all of this drinking Rachel will need to go pretty badly soon, too, and be forced to let him relieve his poor tired bladder when she goes to do the same… Right?
    Each cup gets harder to drink than the last for poor Marcus, but he is determined now to match Rachel cup for cup, his competitive nature getting the better of him. After all, Rachel might be his “date” today, but she is his enemy and rival first and foremost.
    “Aand time,” the attendant declares, then lets out a low whistle, “And we have not one, but two records set at the same time! Six drinks for the gentleman in the trench coat, and a whopping eight for the little lady with the big…” Rachel raises an eyebrow, “… Personality! Boy oh boy, I would not want to be standing between either of these two and a bathroom, right about now! But before I can let you go, can I trouble you both for a winner’s photo?” Marcus feels another few drops of piss leak past his overworked pee hole, and he shakes his head, trying again to hide the growing damp patch now about the size of a quarter on his tight black jeans.
    “We’d be happy to,” Rachel smiles indulgently, then looks down at Marcus’s crotch and raises an eyebrow, “Aw, you poor thing,” she leans in and whispers in his ear again, “Does somebody need to pee-pee?”
    Marcus can feel his whole face go red, but he nods, “Y-yeah. Really bad, actually.”
    She kisses him again and smiles, “That must be so uncomfortable. You can hang on just a little longer for me though, right? I’d be so sad if after working so hard to win that contest, we didn’t even get to take our picture.”
    Marcus gulps and nods reluctantly, “And then I can go to the bathroom?”
    Rachel smiles and nods, “Soon, darling. Very soon.” Marcus’ bladder throbs, and he can feel another leak almost spurt out at the knowledge that relief is close.
    The two get up from their seats and follow the attendant to a cheesy cardboard backdrop with a giant pineapple on it. Marcus’ bladder drops like an overfull water balloon in his abdomen the second he stands. To his horror, he realizes it’s now jutting out several inches past the waistband of his dampened pants. It’s immensely difficult and painful for him, but Marcus manages to find an angle where the suspicious dark spot at the front of his jeans isn’t too obvious. Rachel helpfully stands in front of him, abruptly pressing her sumptuous ass right into his pulsating bladder. Despite his best attempt to stop it, the unexpected and now continuous pressure of her soft, yet firm ass pressing down on his tender, bulging bladder causes him to lose control for several seconds. He moans with pure bliss as his exhausted pee hole relaxes, and a jet of yellow piss sprays out onto the ground. Then, reluctantly he remembers himself, and oh–so–painfully, manages to cut off the flow just a couple of seconds after starting, preventing his still–filling bladder from obtaining any of the real relief it is now begging nonstop for.
    “Oh no,” Rachel gives a catlike grin, “I think that photo might’ve been messed up just a little bit. Maybe we should take another one.” Marcus’ straining pee hole throbs in protest, but he agrees. The photographer snaps another photo, but just before he does, Rachel makes a hissing sound in his ear, causing him to squirm uncontrollably. “Oh dear… I think he moved in that one. Let’s try again.”
    What should have been no more than a minute of posing winds up taking nearly half an hour, while all of that juice fully catches up with Marcus, replacing every single drop he’s accidentally leaked, and then some.
    “Well, that was fun,” Marcus lies, “but now that we are all done taking our victory photos, I guess we’ll both be excusing ourselves to go…”
    The red-headed spy grabs him by the arm and laughs, “… To the log flume, right? Oh, we just have to go to the log flume, Devy, before they close down for the day!” Marcus notices Rachel’s drinking is also starting to catch up with her. As she shifts in place, her soft, thick thighs rub together pressing tightly against her leather pants, and her breasts bounce with her movements. Marcus’ desperate cock grows even harder in his jeans. He tries to hide it, but The Anaconda is a trained agent. Nothing escapes her sharp gaze.
    “You’re cute when you’re desperate and needy. I bet you really want to come back to my place and have some fun, don’t you?” She whispers in his ear; her lips graze his jawline as she speaks.
    Marcus wants that unbelievably badly… For more reasons than one, now. Surely, it wouldn’t be so bad to let her… Have her way with him before he sneaks off and gets those files, right? Instead of saying that, he just nods and lets out a pathetic, whimpery little moan that sounds passably like, “Mm-hm.”
    The corners of her lips turn up devilishly, “Good. I’d like that, too, but if you want that to happen, we are going to do this my way, understand?” She runs her sharp nails dangerously along his throat. He nods eagerly, “That means we are going to ride the log flume now. Got it? And then, I’ll take you back to my place where I know you won’t try to leave my sight, and then you can use the toilet and piss to your heart’s content right before I fuck your brains out.” Rachel runs her hand slowly down Marcus’ shoulder, then his chest, then his stomach, pressing painfully down on his bladder for only a short moment, before reaching even lower, sliding her hand down his pants and underwear, and gently teasing his throbbing cock with just two fingers. She slowly, gently, draws a little circle around his pee hole with one sharp fingernail, causing him to leak a few drops of precum onto her waiting finger. She pulls her hand out laughing, and slowly sucks the pre-cum off her finger like it’s a tiny little dick. “Do we have a deal?” Marcus gulps and nods, too turned on to even speak. “Good boy!” She grabs him by the hand, her own hand still wet with precum, saliva, and probably a little bit of his piss, too. “Let’s get moving then. That looks like it’s about an hour line, and I really need to piss!” Marcus groans. What did he just sign up for, now?
    Somehow, in his present condition, Marcus had failed to fully think through the nature of what he just agreed to. He winces and grabs onto his already leaking cock as they hit the back of the line, and Marcus is reminded just what kind of ride this is. The log flume is tall, lined with old-fashioned railing. The sound of screams of gleeful patrons going over the drop is nearly drowned out by the rushing of the waterfall. A water ride. Marcus’ painfully hard and desperate cock does a frantic little dance in his boxers, as it begs him to allow it to make its own much-needed waterfall. That of course, is out of the question, and so with a viselike grip around the head of his own throbbing member with one hand, and the other still clasped in the winding grip of The Anaconda, he waddles pitifully to the back of the line. The sign just in front of the spot they enter at indicates the wait from there to be approximately ninety minutes. One and a half times the wait time he’d been promised, but by now it hardly seems worth arguing.
    “Aw, ninety minutes,” Rachel pouts, feigning sympathy, “You poor thing. I know it’s going to be so hard for you to keep all that pee inside for all that time… Especially with this big, giant waterfall gushing down…” At the word gushing, Marcus feels another involuntary droplet of golden liquid form at the tip of his aching cock. He gulps, and squeezes his thighs together with a vengeance until he manages to get it under control as it slowly, torturously traces the head of his cock before soaking into the fabric of his cotton boxers, “It’s like… I bet you wish that big log at the top there was your dick, and all that water flowing down below was your piss finally releasing into my toilet, don’t you?” At this, Marcus can only whimper and nod as he desperately cuts off the flow that has started for only a couple of moments, though it pains him to do so.
    “I know you can hold that big, strong bladder for me though, can’t you? I’ll be so lonely if I have to go home all by myself tonight.” Marcus gulps and nods. At this point, he can barely tell what he needs most: those top-secret files that could destroy the world in the wrong hands, relief from the desperate strain of the achingly full, bursting water balloon inside him, or to rip this gorgeously cruel woman’s clothes off her right now and take her… Or perhaps let her take him.
    By the time they are near the front of the line, there is a visible wet spot at the front of Marcus’ jeans like somebody spilled about half a cup of lemonade on him. He moans. Why did he have to think about lemonade? Now all he can think of is pitchers of yellow lemonade pouring slowly into little plastic cups. That and the loud roar of the what must be like a million gallons of water desperately racing into the pond below on the ride directly in front of him, of course. The pain in his bladder is already excruciating, and Marcus is completely certain he has never been anywhere near this desperate in his entire life. He does everything he can to tune out the loud, rushing of the waterfall drawing ever closer to him as he moves up the line, but of course the harder he tries not to think about it, the more it’s all he can think about.
    With every passing second, his brain concocts more and more desperate plans to find relief. Maybe that garbage can over there? Maybe if he orders popcorn, he could eat it all, and then secretly pull his dick out on the ride, and relieve himself just before the drop, then dispose of the evidence before Rachel notices? In his desperation Marcus even finds himself counting out the number of seconds the drop takes, an excruciating exercise as it requires him to not only listen to, but watch the gushing waterfall for several minutes. He watches the ride go for three separate drops and finds each time the drop only takes fifteen seconds. Marcus knows there’s no way on Earth that would be long enough. He wonders if it would even be long enough to make a dent in the agonizing fullness he feels right now. Would it even be possible to do that without getting caught? Marcus knows it’s completely crazy, but he’s so desperate he goes ahead and buys a bucket of popcorn just in case the opportunity presents itself. Of course, there’s also the obvious… Several more painful observations of the ride and the people who walk off it afterwards tells him that people do in fact get soaked. Perhaps if he times it right, he can just… Go in his pants, and then blame the wetness on the ride? It might even help him get rid of the smell of the piss as it dries if he’s lucky.
    “Next!” Calls the carnival barker. Marcus and Rachel step up to the gate. “I can see we have a frequent flyer on our hands… I don’t remember seeing you before,” he laughs, looking down and Marcus’ visibly wet jeans. Marcus shakily straightens up, managing not to directly grab himself again until they’re seated on the ride and the bar clamps painfully over his bursting bladder and the log begins to make it slow, rattling assent.
    Once again Rachel leans in and whispers in his ear, “I saw the way you were watching the ride, and the people coming off it. You weren’t thinking of trying anything… untoward, were you?”
    “N-no,” he stammers, having an even harder time stopping the leaks from coming with the ride’s safety bar digging into his bladder, and the ride’s movements repeatedly jostling it up and down. “I don’t even know what you’re suggesting.”
    “Then you won’t mind if I hold that popcorn bucket for you, right?” She offers sweetly.
    “W-w-well, of course not. What would I possibly try to do with a popcorn bucket that would be ‘untoward,’ anyway?”
    “Oh, I don’t know…” She holds one finger innocently to her luscious red lips like she’s really thinking about it. “Maybe wait for the big drop, pull out your cock, and try to let out a nice, satisfying piss?” Marcus moans and squirms as she says this, another couple of drops trying valiantly to fight their way past his now burning, trembling pee hole.
    “No, of course not. That would be a silly and reckless plan, anyway. The drop is only fifteen seconds, isn’t it?” She laughs. “And you and I both know you’re going to need far more than that to get any real relief. You’re probably just hoping I’ll take my eyes off you long enough that you can start pissing right there in your pants, aren’t you? And then you’ll say, ‘Oh, I didn’t pee, it was just the falls,’ right?” Marcus looks down guiltily. Rachel leans in even closer until her hot breath once more sends shivers down Marcus’s spine. “Hey Devon, there’s one more thing I want to hold for you on this ride, if it’s alright, of course.”
    Marcus gulps, “Wh-what’s that?” He stammers, his heart pounding in his chest.
    “Your cock.” Those two words send dread to the pit of Marcus’s stomach and cause his already throbbing semi-hard member to get even harder, springing fully to life, until it too strains painfully against the safety bar. It’s both a thing he wants most and least in the world this moment, but Marcus nods his consent. Rachel smirks and wastes no time finding a tight grip around the head of his penis, forcibly squeezing his trembling pee hole shut.
    When they hit the drop, everyone screams, but only Marcus screams in agony as his overfilled bladder drops like a bowling ball inside him while the safety bar digs in even further. The water gushes around him, and even while every possible force seems to conspire to give Marcus no choice but to give up the fight and release the now hours of boiling piss inside him, Rachel’s painfully strong grip successfully prevents even a single drop from making it past. Marcus’s pants are now cold, wet, and heavy but with water, not the hot piss he desperately wishes it was clinging to his poor, needy cock, and creating a cruel new weight over his pulsating bladder.
    Rachel releases her grip, allowing a pent-up spurt to hiss out, this one strong enough to form a visible yellow arc coming out the crotch of his jeans. She runs her hand gently up and down his length. “I know sweetie, it hurts, doesn’t it?” Marcus nods pitifully, still leaking. “But you need to stop now, okay? You’re making me desperate,” she winks. “Besides, you made it this far. All we have to do now is get to my place. You wouldn’t give up on the amazing sex we’re going to have when you get back to my place, would you?” Marcus shakes his head, and for the he-doesn’t-even-know-how-many-eth time today, he painfully cuts off his stream, whining and moaning as he struggles to get it back under control.
    “Good boy, Devon.” She takes him to a private corner, and takes his hand, gently guiding it down her tight leather pants. “Feel that? You’re not the only one getting soaked right about now. Shall we get out of here?” Marcus nods eagerly, and lets Rachel lead him to the parking lot.
    End of Part One, Part Two Coming Soon
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    holdit247 got a reaction from Daredare205 in The Ultrasound Room - A Nurse's Introduction to Full Bladdered Desperation   
    Sorry to hear of your health concerns and hope the new pacemaker is working.
    Love this story, it's a new take on an incredibly hot scenario.
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    holdit247 got a reaction from BladderLad in Bladder capacity leaderboard   
    My own record is 1800ml, and my biggest bladdered girlfriend was coincidentally also 1800ml.
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    holdit247 got a reaction from yaosaka in bladder bulge with 3+ liters for a double wetting (with pictures)   
    Returning to your original post, what a bulge, it's astonishing. Well done.
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    holdit247 reacted to Racehorse in bladder bulge with 3+ liters for a double wetting (with pictures)   
    This is a pet topic of mine so couldnt resist responding. On the measurement vs wetting amount thing that realky depends on who you ask I think. There are many people who love a huge wetting and those who love the ability to hold no matter what and release big volumes. Im personaly in the second camp but thats a personal thing.
    As for whats an impressive volume its a complex thing with many factors and huge variation between people. Body size plays a big part in my oppinion and one would expect a big 6'2" person to be able to hold a lot more than a small 5'0" person. I'd say that for somone average size then anything over 1 litre could be consideres impressive. There are those out there who can do 2 litres with extreme practice but thats an extreme.
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    holdit247 reacted to yaosaka in bladder bulge with 3+ liters for a double wetting (with pictures)   
    i haven't in a while!!! I should def do that soon
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    holdit247 reacted to capacitylover in bladder bulge with 3+ liters for a double wetting (with pictures)   
    wow! have you ever measured how much you can pee? 
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    holdit247 reacted to yaosaka in bladder bulge with 3+ liters for a double wetting (with pictures)   
    some still shots of clips i recorded. the first hold was 3 560ml 8% white claws and 2 cans of soda. i had been on the phone with my friend for over an hour and the pressure was immense.

    i didn't realize how bad i had to go until i hung up and had to grab my crotch to keep from leaking.



    i tried to keep it in as long as i could but i was getting tipsy and i knew i was moments away from losing control. my pants and the towel underneath me were absolutely soaked.




    i changed into some tight leggings and downed another 50 oz of water. it wasn't long until i was absolutely bursting, my bladder was distended and i got sweaty and flushed from how hard i was trying to hold it all in.


     
    i was sitting in my gaming chair slowly leaking until there was a large damp spot between my legs. at that point i couldn't even stand up straight i was extremely desperate.

     
    i shoved my cardigan in my crotch to rub against and take the edge off but all of a sudden i exploded, peeing all over my hand and cardigan. there was so much warm piss soaking my clothes i could wring it out.







    if u got this far thanks for reading!! i had so much fun with this hold and the towels at the end were actually very heavy there was that much liquid lol
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