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Padlock the jeans using a chain then post the key to yourself

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.

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.
 

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.

I am beyond frustrated that part 2 isn't published in time for my night alone in a hotel!

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.

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.

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

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.

My own record is 1800ml, and my biggest bladdered girlfriend was coincidentally also 1800ml.

Returning to your original post, what a bulge, it's astonishing. Well done.

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.

i haven't in a while!!! I should def do that soon

wow! have you ever measured how much you can pee? 

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

Jenny and Sofie were hanging out in Jenny's room when Jenny suddenly brought up a challenge she had heard about. She explained to Sofie that it involved seeing how long she could hold her bladder after 2 liters of water without going to the bathroom. Sofie looked at her friend with a mix of confusion and concern, wondering why anyone would want to do such a thing.
Jenny went on to explain that she had heard about the challenge from some friends at school and wanted to try it out for herself. However, as the minutes ticked by, Jenny began to feel the pressure in her bladder growing stronger, as if the weight of the ocean was pressing on her bladder. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to find a more comfortable position before sitting down. She squeezed her legs together, hoping to hold it in.
Sofie watched as her friend struggled to hold on, feeling sympathetic for her. She asked Jenny what she needed her to do, and Jenny said "Just time me," she said. "I'm going to see how long I can hold it. if its not over 2 hours there has to be a punishment"
Sofie watched the stopwatch, and Jenny took a deep breath, trying to relax her muscles. She focused on the ticking of the clock and the sound of her own breathing. She tried to distract herself by thinking about the basketball game and how proud she was of her team for winning.
As the seconds ticked by, Jenny felt the pressure in her bladder growing stronger. She knew she couldn't hold on much longer, but she didn't want to give up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jenny couldn't hold it any longer. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Sofie heard the sound of rushing water and knew that Jenny had lost the challenge.
When Jenny emerged from the bathroom, she looked defeated. "I couldn't do it," she said. "I had to go."
Sofie gave her a sympathetic pat on the back. "Only an hour thirty but it's okay," she said. "You did your best."
Jenny sighed. "I know, but now I have to face the punishment."
Sofie grinned mischievously. "Well, we'll just have to find some creative solutions then, won't we?"
But as Sofie sat there, brainstorming Jenny's punishment, Sofie couldn't help but wonder why anyone would willingly put themselves through such discomfort and embarrassment. She decided to ask Jenny about it.
"Why did you want to do this challenge in the first place?" Sofie asked.
Jenny shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see if I could do it. And it sounded like a fun challenge."
"Your parents are gone for a week right?"
"Two weeks actually "
"I have an idea for a punishment"
I may make more if this is popular enough. I plan for this to have a lot of wetting if but who knows my mind might change.
(most of the first part made by ai)

Brilliant story!  Such a nice scenario, a somewhat pee shy girl repeatedly failing to empty completely.  Good idea.

My first story commission: Thi story is about two college students Rex and Disha, who are extremely proud of their abilities to hold their pees. It consists of extreme desperation (24-48 hours). I hope you all enjoy this. 
 
Meet Disha - 

 
Sunset to Sunrise 2.0 - 
Hi, my name is Rex, I am 19 and have recently joined college. Apart from fitness and my love for sex, I have addicted to holding my pee. Yup, you heard that right. Not wetting, but constantly staying painfully full – It feels so fucking good. And the longer I hold it, the better it feels. But the best part is trying to act normal when you're bursting at the seams. You have to be strategic about where you sit, how much you drink, and how you move. It's like a game of Jenga, and one wrong move could bring the whole tower tumbling down.
But this story is about me and the girl of my dreams. Read on to find out.
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As I sat in the back row of the lecture hall, I couldn't help but notice the familiar sensation of a full bladder. But this was nothing new to me. I've always loved relishing the sensation of desperation that comes with a bursting bladder. In fact, I’d been holding my pee for 24 hours every day since I joined college and was trying to push beyond.
I looked around the room and noticed that I wasn't alone in my need to relieve myself. Four girls in the front row were squirming in their seats, clearly in desperate need of a piss. And there I was, sitting comfortably, proud of my ability to hold it in. I overheard the girls talking amongst themselves, whispering about their desperation and wondering if they should ask the professor for a break. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. These girls clearly had no idea what it meant to hold their bladder like a champ.
I decided to eavesdrop a little more, just to see how desperate they really were. It was both entertaining and a bit thrilling to hear them discussing their predicament.
One of the girls leaned over and whispered, "I can't hold it much longer, I need to go now."
Another girl responded, "Me too! But we can't just leave in the middle of class. What if the professor sees us?"
I smirked, feeling a sense of superiority. They had no idea what they were missing out on. But then, a new thought occurred to me. Maybe I could help them out. I cleared my throat and turned around to face them.
"Excuse me, ladies. I couldn't help but overhear your predicament. I happen to know a thing or two about taming the bladder. Maybe I can offer some advice."
They looked at me sceptically, but also with a glimmer of hope in their eyes. "Really?" one of them asked. "What can we do?"
I leaned in closer and whispered my secrets to them, sharing my tips for holding it in without anyone noticing like Kegels, scratching the calf and even pressing the bladder hard for a few seconds to increase the pressure and then allowing it to return to normal. They seemed both impressed and grateful.
The lecture soon ended, and I made my way out of the classroom just after the girls bolted out. I spotted the four girls huddled together in the corridor. They looked frustrated and were muttering under their breath. I couldn't resist walking up to them to see what was going on.
"What's up?" I asked, trying to suppress my amusement.
"The restrooms are closed due to a water line maintenance!" one of the girls exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration.
As much as I wanted to the girls to get more desperate, I thought it might be best to keep that to myself. Instead, I tried to act like I was just as frustrated as they were.
"Ugh, this is the worst!" I exclaimed, trying to play it cool.
Inside, I was actually thrilled at the prospect of having to hold it in for even longer. I had been drinking water and soda all day, the pressure in my bladder was not very easy to contain. But then again peeing could always wait. As we made our way off-campus, I couldn't help but notice that the girls were struggling more and more, fidgeting and crossing their legs, while I remained composed.
"So, how long have you guys been holding it?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
The girls exchanged a glance before one of them spoke up. "Since lunchtime," she admitted, looking embarrassed. “Just 5 hours and they are bursting!” I thought to myself.
I raised my eyebrows to act surprised. "Oh, wow. I've only been holding it for an hour or so," I lied, trying not to sound too smug. The girls groaned in unison, and I couldn't help but feel a small sense of victory. Holding my pee was like a sport to me, and I loved winning. Unfortunately, they spotted a public restroom and started walking towards it. As we reached the public restroom, I felt a little disappointed that the little adventure was about to end. But man, I was wrong!
- - -
After the girls finished using the public restroom, they were surprised to find me waiting outside, still holding it. They couldn't believe that I could continue to hold it. Little did they know I could single-handedly beat them at holding.
"Rex, you must be bursting by now!" exclaimed one of the girls.
I just smiled and shrugged it off. I didn't want to admit that I was actually dying to pee. I wanted to prove to them, and to myself, that I could hold it until I got home or may be even longer. I heard one of them speak to the others in a whisper, “Oh my god! He’s so much like Disha!” I was intrigued but didn’t say anything. My mind was racing though, to find out more about Disha. Why would they say that I was like Disha? Did she like to hold it as well?
As we walked back to the college, I felt my bladder jolt with every step, but it was still long before I would allow myself even a drop of relief. The girls, on the other hand, seemed to be relieved and happy to have emptied their bladders. They chatted and laughed while I just clenched and focused on keeping my waters contained.
Just as we reached the gate to our hostel zone, we saw a girl approaching us. My heart skipped a beat. The girls introduced her as Disha. She had jet black hair styled like a model, full kissable lips, and a body that looked like it was made for sin – be it her massive bouncing boobs barely contained in her crop top or her tiny miniskirt that barely covered her butt. Provocative – was an understatement. I couldn't help but stare at her, trying to hide my raging boner.
"Hey there, I'm Disha," she said, giving me a seductive knowing smile.
"Hi, I'm Rex," I replied, trying to sound as cool as possible.
"So, Rex, what brings you here?" Disha asked, eyeing me up and down. "I'm new here, just like you guys," I replied, trying hard to keep my eyes on her face. "Oh, that's cool. Which course are you in?" she asked. "Uh, mechanical engineering," I replied, hoping I didn't sound too nervous. Honestly speaking my heart was in my mouth.
We talked for a few more minutes, and I couldn't help but notice how Disha kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other subtly. I knew that look. She needed to pee, rather badly. Perhaps that was the reason the girls earlier commented that I was like Disha. I was proud of my ability to hold it, but I didn't know if Disha was as good at it as I was. I decided to test her when the rest of the girls made their way back to the dorms.
I kept talking to her and even took her out for a coffee, trying to distract her while she was clearly desperate to pee. As we downed a coffee or two, I could see Disha struggling to sit still. She kept crossing her legs and occasionally grabbing her thighs, trying to hide her urgent need. I was impressed by her determination, but also amused by her predicament. As we reached her hostel later in the evening, I could see that Disha was in a hurry to get to her room.
She bid me a quick goodbye and walked briskly to her building. It was a treat to watch her tiny skirt bounce on her bubble butt exposing her cheeks and a hint of the tight neon green thong underneath. I couldn't help but wonder if she would make it in time. I knew that feeling of desperation all too well – the last few moments of control as we go the proximity of a bathroom. I felt a strange attraction towards Disha. Later that night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Disha. I wondered if she was able to hold it till she reached the restroom. Does she hold it regularly or today was one off event? How long she must have been holding? How much did she drink all day? I drifted off to sleep dreaming about her.
- - -
From the next day itself, I kept a close eye on Disha. I couldn't help but notice Disha's behaviour in class. At first, she would come in with her usual bubbly self, making flirtatious comments and giggling away. But as the day wore on, I could see her becoming more and more quiet, fidgeting in her seat, and looking increasingly uncomfortable. I noticed her chugging water from her bottle steadily throughout the day and also re-filling it during lunch time. That girl drank like gallons but never entered the ladies room with her friends.
On very few occasions had I encountered anyone else who took pride in holding their pee like I did. But with Disha, it felt as if I hit a jackpot. As the days went by, my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know more about Disha's habits and what drove her to hold her bladder to the absolute limits.
I watched her closely in class, noticing the way she squirmed in her seat and crossed and uncrossed her legs. I couldn't help but feel a little envious of her ability to hold it in for so long. As someone who prided themselves on their own holding skills, I was intrigued by Disha's seemingly effortless ability to do the same.
But I knew that bringing up the topic in front of her would be a mistake. For one, it was a little too personal of a subject to broach with someone I barely knew. And two, I didn't want to risk offending her or making her feel uncomfortable. So, I continued to observe her from afar, watching as she downed bottle after bottle of water and held her pee for hours on end. It was almost as if she was in competition with me, and I couldn't help but admire her tenacity.
As the days passed, I found myself becoming more and more intrigued by Disha. Her ability to hold her pee was impressive, but there was something else about her that drew me in. She was funny, smart, and incredibly mischievous. After a couple of weeks, I found her giving me sly glances in class or teasing me during breaks. It was almost as if she knew I was watching her and was enjoying the attention. And I couldn't help but feel a little smitten. But I knew that any romantic notions I had towards Disha were foolish. We were just two people with a shared interest in holding our bladders, nothing more, yet.
- - -
Around 3 months had passed since we met. During these months Disha had never used the toilets – at least not when I was around her. She acted as if she was immune to it. Right from the first lecture of the day to the last, she would be in the class steadily chugging water from her water bottle. I always kept up with her to ensure that I too can be desperate and relish the satisfaction of being under control. Subconsciously we both were trying to one-up each other. And man! It was intense but more was yet to come.
I, Disha, and the rest of the 4 girls were chosen to participate in a tech conference and were preparing for the same. We had to take a 16-hour bus ride to reach the destination. The night before we left, we gathered for the final rehearsal after dinner. But something was off about Disha today. I noticed that Disha was fidgeting more than usual. Her legs were crossed tightly, and she kept shifting in her seat. I could see the sweat on her forehead and her face was turning red. It was not her usual – I-AM-IN-CONTROL self.
"Hey, Disha, you okay?" I asked, trying to act as calm as possible while clenching my muscles. I had a constant dull ache in my bladder since lunch time.
She turned to me and responded with a forced smile "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous, I guess."
But I could tell there was something else going on. I glanced over at our four friends, who were all whispering and looking concerned.
"Guys, what's going on?" I asked.
One of the girls spoke up. "Disha really needs to go to the bathroom, but she's refusing to leave. We've been trying to convince her, but she's being stubborn."
Disha glared at her friend. "I'm not stubborn! I just don't want to miss anything important."
It was then I noticed that her regular water bottle was replaced with a new gallon sized one. My jaws dropped when I realized that it was empty and there were three empty juice cans kept next to it. Merely thinking about the intake made my bladder scream with pressure.
"Hey, it's okay Disha. Its already past the time when you normally take your before-bed gusher." One of the girls whispered into her ear. Much to Disha’s dismay it was heard by all of us.
Disha shook her head adamantly. "No, this is more important. I will not pee tonight! I'm fine."
But as the rehearsal went on, it became clear that Disha was not fine at all. She kept squirming in her seat and forgetting her lines. Finally, she burst out in frustration.
"I can't do this anymore! I-I need a break!"
We all looked at her in surprise. Disha was usually so composed and in control.
"Okay, let's take a break," I said, thinking that she had finally given in, but my jaws dropped when she asked her friend to get her a bottle of water.
“Don’t be stupid Disha! You don’t need to drink water but release yours!”
But Disha refused to budge. "No, I can hold it. I just need to – need to stay hydrated.”
I was having a raging hard on at the moment. Perhaps Disha’s pride to admit her needs was the only thing preventing me from rushing to the bathroom myself. We all exchanged worried glances, but no one wanted to push her too hard. So, I and another girl went to the canteen to fetch a bottle of water. On my way I asked the girl what was wrong with Disha.
“You will not believe! Disha just pees once a day and today we called her for the rehearsal just when she was about to finally relieve herself.”
“Only once-a-day! That must be so difficult!” I tried to act casual.
“It is! When we all came to the college, she used to pee twice, but I don’t know why she started restricting herself to only once a day!”
“Is she always so irate when she gets back to the dorm after the lectures, ever since her once-a-day rule started?”
“God! You should see her once she’s in the room! She squirms like crazy, and her hand is glued to her crotch!” She giggled. My dick was as hard as steel at that moment.
“I don’t know but perhaps she is trying to beat you!”
“What do you mean!?” I was taken aback.
“Oh C’mon! All the girls in the class know you never go to the bathroom all day . . . I mean just look at the rest of guys who rush out every two hours.”
I felt my hard on grow larger as she continued. “It’s so manly to be able to wait. Looking at you right now all four of us can pounce on you to suck you.” She paused upon realizing that she blurted too much. “Be honest though – Don’t you need to pee?”
“Ahhh!” I didn’t expect the question. “It’s definitely there but nothing I can’t manage!” I lied through my teeth. My teeth were afloat with piss. But relief was not an option especially after knowing what the girl said. My mind was racing with the thoughts of Disha - a hot busty girl, trying to pee only once a day, trying to beat me. The rest of the girls talking about sucking me. It felt like Christmas!
Soon after we got her a bottle of water from the canteen. On my way back I chugged a bottle myself to keep up with my dangerous game. The girl looked at me with suspicion. I just brushed it off saying that I hadn’t had any water since lunch. Disha’s eyes grew wide in horror as I gave her the bottle with a knowing glance. She slowly started drinking it, shifting in her seat every few seconds and her face contorted with effort.
Finally, it was my and Disha’s turn to present the slides. We could see that Disha was holding her breath between her sentences. Her hand was tightly clutching the hem of her short skirt as if trying to pull it down. The tight waist band was cutting right on the apex of her bladder. She stood absolutely still, with her legs crossed tightly. We could literally see the muscles on her legs were flexed with strain. Each time she made a mistake the girls made us start from the beginning. Little did they know my bladder was ready to pop too. I was gritting my teeth and clenching my muscles non-stop. There was no way on earth I was letting Disha know that I had to pee like a racehorse.
After a gruelling hour the rehearsal finally ended. I was no longer safe. My bladder was trying to push out the load violently. The first few drops of pee had reached the tip of my dick. My body was covered in sweat and I had goosebumps on my body. It had been 27 hours with more than a gallon of intake. It was too much for my bladder. I wanted to sprint out of the room but held on somehow. Disha on the other hand was practically pee dancing now. Her hands revolved around her crotch, sometimes holding her belly bulge, sometimes tugging on to the hem of her skirt.
“Hurry up guys!” Disha pleaded her friends with strained voice. Her legs were glued together.
“Wait it out Disha! We are almost done!” Her friend snapped at her. It was so sudden and abrupt that Disha was startled. Her bladder gave in, and a jet of pee escaped. Her neon green thong had turned dark. She clenched herself and took a seat crossing her legs as tight as she could.
“Disha! I think you should go.” I offered to help her. She was in no position to fight it. Her bladder simply would not have any of her non-sense any longer.
“NO! I – I can wait” Disha glared at me. Her face was red with strain and true to her words she didn’t make a move to rush out to the toilets. As we walked back to our dorms with Disha and the others, I could see that Disha was on the verge of tears. She was walking with her legs tightly crossed, and every few steps she would pause and clench her muscles. I wanted to offer her some words of encouragement, but I didn't know what to say. So, I just walked alongside her, trying to keep a neutral expression and focus on my own needs to release the lake inside me.
When we reached the dorm, Disha was doing a full-blown pee dance. Her eyes were shut close and hands grabbing the hem of her skirt. Her face had turned blue due to holding her breath. The girls on the other hand were keeping up with small talk running through our itinerary for the next day.
“Girls! How much longer?” Disha pleaded.
“Take the keys and rush inside. We will be there in 5” One of them tried to hand over the keys.
“Oh! It – its fine. I will wait with you guys!” Disha answered rubbing the tears of her cheeks but still unwilling to accept defeat. I was no better than her. Perhaps the girls knew that and were trying to delay us. Whatever. After 5 minutes we left. As soon as I turned my back, I heard Disha snatch the keys and bolt inside, muttering cuss words. A moment later a loud moan was heard across the corridor. I went back near to their room on the pretext of forgetting something and heard the sound of a loud gush coming from the bathroom.
The girls could not hold their laughter seeing me. One of them picked up her wet thong and showed it to me. It was drenched with piss. I was salivating at it. “Do you wanna join her?” One of the girls teased me. “I – No! I will go later” I sheepishly bade them a good night and waddled back to my dorm, satisfied that I outheld her. I could not wait for the trip to push myself harder and thus I went to bed cancelling my before bed pee. My bladder screamed for a release, but I silenced it.
- - -
I woke up with a painfully full bladder. I had to knead my dick for a good few minutes to bring the surge of pressure under control. 25 hours’ worth of pee and over a gallon of water was tightly corked up in my swollen bladder. Skipping my only pee of the day was a dangerous game, but the kick of doing this while out with Disha was irresistible.
Before I stepped out of the dorm, I jokingly texted the girls, "Ladies, make sure to empty yourselves before you board the bus!" I received a chorus of giggles and affirmative responses from everyone except Disha. She was on her phone, furrowing her eyebrows. We all headed to get some breakfast before boarding. I was pleasantly full and had to calculate how much I and her were drinking. Before we knew, we both had downed a jug of orange juice, easily about 1500ml. We gave each other a knowing look.
A while later we got on the bus. I took a seat next to Disha and couldn’t help but notice a small bulge on her bladder. One of the girls came and asked her if she wanted to pee and it was the last chance. As a response Disha simply tightened her belt one more notch.
“No thank you! Rules are rules!” Disha coldly said. The girl got her answer and they all left for the toilets.
“Why does everyone make such a fuss about peeing?” Disha was annoyed.
“Perhaps because you were miserable last night Disha!” I teased Disha.
“Do you even know how much I was holding! I had not peed since the night before yesterday and I pee only once every day. Instead of appreciating me, you guys keep on squandering my efforts day and had drank one full gallon of water and god knows how much of juices and drinks.”
“All right! Chill, I am sorry.” I was expecting to have a good time with her on the trip but I pulled the wrong string.
“I am a big girl Rex, and I can contain my waters. And you know what, I cancelled my cautionary pee which I had thought of earlier specially for today’s ride, just to prove to you all that my bladder can practically hold a lake. And oh yes! I drank over a litre of water before I slept.” She was enraged. I simply nodded to her anticipating the pain I was going to put myself through. I massaged my bladder which contained over 24 hours’ worth of pee already. Deep down I knew it was going to be the most difficult hold of my life. It was better to wet than accept my needs to Disha.
The journey stared without much hassle. Though the Air conditioning was wreaking havoc on Disha. She put her hoodie on and kept her arms crossed, clearly shivering. Perhaps the yellow microskirt was not the smartest choice for such a long ride. On the other hand, I was sweating profusely, my shirt stuck to my skin, thanks to the effort of took to I act normally. When I lowered the temperature she would turn off the overhead blower. The other girls enjoyed our silly quarrel. This back and forth continued for quite some time till I conceded and let her win. This would be the only thing I let her win at.
A few hours passed and the bus made a stop for lunch. The girls immediately made a beeline for the toilets, but Disha stayed put. I took the opportunity to grab some lunch for myself and her. Needless to say we had already chugged our bottles somehow. Thus a monstrous soda was due with lunch and additional water bottles. Before I entered the bus I secretly watched Disha from the gate of the bus which was tinted. I could faintly see that her face was contorted, hands shoved in her crotch and legs fanning frantically. She did need to pee after all. I felt so proud of myself.
As soon as I entered the bus, her hands flew away from her crotch. “You took a pee, didn’t you?” she asked, almost accusingly. "Nope" I answered as calmly as I could. Truth be told I was in agony, but I would not give in so easily. I wanted this to be excruciating. The journey resumed and half of the soda was making its way to our overworked bladders. Disha crossed her legs like a pretzel pretending to be cold. I being the gentleman I was, offered her my jacket which she gladly took.
Apart from that she gave no other signs about her growing need. I glanced at her side from time to time and found that the monstrous soda was gone. I made sure to finish mine, despite my Bladder begging not to. With every gulp it was becoming more and more difficult to keep up with the act.
An hour or two later, Disha was visibly uncomfortable, shifting in her seat every few minutes. The pretension of being colder was gone and I could see sweat beads forming on her forehead, and her breathing was getting heavier. One of the girls took pity on her and asked if she should ask the driver to pull over. But Disha remained resolute in her decision to hold it in.
As the hours passed, the pressure inside my bladder rose to a whole new level. Every bump on the road felt like torture. My dick throbbed with pain as pee kept rushing to the tip in waves. I was savouring the discomfort. But I couldn't show any signs of weakness, not when Disha sat next to me.
At one point, the bus hit a particularly rough patch of road, and Disha let out a small whimper. I could tell that her resolve was starting to falter. I quickly calculated our intakes since the morning. A giant soda worth 800ml, 3 bottles of water which meant 1500ml, our morning juice was another 1500. We had a gallon of liquid coursing through our bodies. I couldn’t even tally all the liquid from the previous day already gurgling inside. We continued our silent suffering.
As the sun began to set, the air conditioning on the bus seemed to get colder and colder. I was shivering, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. Disha, on the other hand, had her hoodie and my jacket on. She still seemed to be sweating. All our water bottles were empty now. My body was shuddering with the desperation. I glanced at the clock, it had been 38 hours since I felt any relief. Perhaps 20 for her.
It was a strange dichotomy, but neither of us was willing to even jokingly admit our need. We gave each other a knowing look. Keeping the hands away from the crotch was so difficult but I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of falling weak. We were both determined to outlast the other.
Soon the bus pulled for dinner. The moment the bus stopped, both Disha and I turned our heads towards the restrooms longingly, but we both knew the rules. No one was supposed to pee. The other girls, however, were not so compliant.
“Guys, come on, just go pee! It’s been nearly a day guys! I’m sure you’re both dying to pee” one of them pleaded.
Disha shot her a glare. “I’m fine, thank you. I want to hold it.”
I nodded in agreement, trying my best to look as composed as possible. “Yeah, we’re both good. Thanks for your concern, though.”
The girls seemed to give up and headed to the restrooms. As soon as they were gone, Disha and I both let out a sigh of relief. We both sat there, silent, each lost in our own thoughts, trying to ignore the growing pressure inside us. The rest of the girls returned and we resumed our journey. The night sky was beautiful and the stars were shining brightly. But we could hardly appreciate the view as our minds were only focused on one thing - the unbearable pressure in our bladders. There was still 5 more hours to go to the journey and we were nearing our limits. But more trouble was to come. In the middle of nowhere the bus got punctured.
As soon as the bus came to a halt, everyone began to panic. The driver got out to examine the tire and we were all asked to wait inside. I tried to distract myself by checking my phone but my mind was too focused on my bladder. Disha was curled up in her seat, legs crossed tightly like a pretzel, almost weeping. She kept shifting in her seat and biting her lip.
“You okay?” I whispered, trying to hide my own discomfort.
She nodded, trying to put on a brave face. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the driver returned and announced that we would have to wait for a replacement bus. My heart sank. I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer.
"I just want to reach the hotel," Disha whispered, her voice shaking with desperation. I nodded in agreement. The fun part of holding was replaced with necessity. Even though I wouldn’t looking relieve myself I find myself around frantically for any sign of relief. But there was nothing. We were stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no restrooms in sight.
Looking at the other passengers rushing behind the bushes was pure torture. I could hear the sound of their relief echoing in the silence. The girls came back one by one, looking refreshed and relieved, but also giving us pitiful looks.
"Are you sure you don't want to go?" one of them asked, trying to be helpful.
"We're good," I replied through gritted teeth, trying my best to hide the desperation in my voice. But the truth was that I was far from good. The pressure was becoming unbearable, and my mind was slowly losing control. I tried to distract myself by talking to Disha about anything and everything, but it was getting harder and harder to focus.
"How much longer?" Disha asked, her voice trembling with desperation as she got up from the seat. For a moment I couldn’t believe that she gave in. She inched towards the door. I don’t know what was she thinking.
"Not sure, but it could be a while. But where are you going though" I replied, trying to keep my cool.
“I just need some time alone” Disha was breathed through her mouth making a hissing sound. Her legs were glued together and fists shaking. Sweat dripped from her forehead to her deep cleavage.
But before she could get some alone time, the driver came back and informed us that it would be at least another two hours before the replacement bus arrived and asked all of us to get down. I could see Disha almost pull her hair in frustration. I could relate to her as a quick squeeze down there could make things so much better. But pride and stubbornness kept me from doing so. up. So far I had not shown any signs of desperation.
As time passed, the situation became increasingly dire. I could feel my bladder pulsing with pain, and Disha was no better off. Her face was contorted in pain, and she was sweating profusely despite the cold air conditioning.
"Are we there yet?" she asked, her voice strained and desperate.
"Not yet" I replied, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.
The last hour was the hardest. My mind was starting to lose control, and I found myself squirming in my seat, trying to find some relief. Every passing moment felt like an eternity, and I was starting to wonder if we would ever reach the hotel.
The last hour was the hardest. My mind was starting to lose control, and I found myself squirming in my seat, trying to find some relief. The insides of my bladder were burning. I had never felt pain like this ever in my life. I was starting to wonder if we would ever reach the hotel. But then, finally, we did. Two hours later than planned, but we made it. As we rose from the seat, I saw a small wet patch on Disha’s seat. She had leaked. I knew it! Her control was slipping. Wearing such a short skirt was not a good idea after all, I chuckled to myself.
As we stepped off the bus and got down, gravity hit us hard. I felt as if somebody had attached a bowling bowl to my stomach. An intense wave hit me and I had to pause there bringing my legs close. The notch of my belt was still at the tightest setting. I could feel the heat coming out of my ears and my heart beat like a race car engine. My body was begging for a release. 42 hours had passed since my last partial pee, and I had chugged like a big bucket of water.
“Look at you Rex. You’re gonna burst!” One of the girls came running to me, showing me the way to the restroom in the lobby. My desperation rose 10 times as soon as my eyes fell on the door. Imagine drinking vodka out of the bottle and how it burns down your chest. It was exactly similar except it was my pee rushing to the tip of my dick.
I held my breath and clenched my muscles. “How’s Disha doing?” I asked with my eyes shut close. “Not better”, she answered.
“Babe you haven’t peed since last night. You have honoured your rule. Just go!” The other three girls tried to persuade Disha. She was teary eyed but looked at me expectantly that I would be the first one to break.
“How the fuck is he still holding it!” I overheard Disha talking to the girls.
“Babe he is strong.“ the girls looked at me slyly.
“I am stronger. And strong girls don’t pee!” Disha was angry and irritated.
I was turned on and taken aback at the same time. How could a girl who can barely stand with a pregnant like bladder bulge, still want to beat me. I could not give her the satisfaction of defeating me. I took a deep breath and stood straight. With the last reserves of my strength, I straightened my body and said something which turned Disha pale.
"I think I will retire to bed. Peeing can wait till tomorrow morning or later.” Their jaws dropped to the ground. I smiled to them and walked as normally as I could towards the elevator. I was stacked with two of the girls and Disha with the rest.
Disha perhaps never thought I could beat her. Me opting to fight for another night was getting on her nerves. Despite it, she was too prideful to admit defeat. "He - He is right. Peeing can wait" Disha strained herself and waddled to her room with the rest of two girls.
The night was difficult, but I was determined to hold it till the morning. Our rooms were next to each other.
“WOAH! didn’t know your bladder could expand so much!” I could clearly hear conversation in the other room. Thanks to the weird low quality walls.
“No. I contain more than this every day. Its – Its just that it was too cold in the bus which made me weak momentarily” Disha lied.
“It’s huge! How the fuck did we not spot it earlier?” Another girl commented.
“Yeah! Waist – clincher. I – I compressed my bladder under it all day” Disha was struggling to form sentences. “Aahh! Don’t touch it” Disha suddenly snapped. The pressure was making her cranky. Obviously so.
I was enjoying their conversation and so were the girls with me. I signalled them to keep their voices low. They giggled and agreed to it on one condition.
“You gotta let us feel your bladder. We have never seen a guy as strong and manly like you” I was instantly hard. I smiled nervously as I finally unbuttoned my jeans and instantly fekt better The curve of my bladder went as high as my navel button. My skin was white, and I could count my veins. The girls had no clue what a dangerous situation I was in, but it was too late to back off. Despite all my pain I let them torture my bladder. They started slowly pressing it but it escalated quickly. I was pinned down by them. To my horror, they took turns to sit on it and bounce vigorously.
“This is going to be a long night tiger” As much as I enjoyed being blown by them, my dick threatened to gush the pee in their faces. I gripped the bed so tight that I tore into the bedsheet and the mattress. Not a drop of pee could escape or I would be doomed.
Disha on the other hand was silent, but I could faintly hear her tossing and turning around.
An hour later the girls were asleep on my chest and their knees were right on my bladder. My eyes were paining out of tiredness and my bladder felt as it was being stung by bees from inside.
Around 4 in the morning, I could hear the girls in the other room suddenly wake up.
“What’s wrong Disha?” One of the girls groggily asked.
“No - Nothing I just needed to.”
“Go to the toilet?” The other girl questioned.
“Noooo…Why would I go there the toilet in the middle of the night? I – I am just thirsty.” My eyes grew wide in amusement and horror at the same time. The next moment I heard water being poured in the glass and Disha quickly chug it down, slamming the glass on the table. I had to keep up with her. I reached out to the bottle kept next to our bed, sliding the naked hotties over my stomach. I chugged the full bottle groaning with a sharp pain from my Bladder.
I have no clue how I fell asleep but the next I woke up, it was 7 in the morning. 49 fucking hours without a drop of relief. My body was drenched in sweat and the entire bedsheet too. There was no semblance of composure left in me. My body demanded relief. I suddenly remembered about Disha waking up in the middle of the night to drink water. My mind was clouded with questions. Did she pee already? Did she wet herself? If not, then Disha would be holding around 31 hours’ worth of pee and countless litres.
Soon enough my questions were answered. I heard Disha pacing around the room and the other two girls were taking turns to get ready. She still had not accepted defeat. Perhaps I underestimated her.
I woke the girls in my bed and was welcomed with a nice juicy blowjob. My dick was hard as iron partly because I wanted to ejaculate a massive load and other because of the boiling pee gushing to find an escape. The other girl teased me about how badly she needed to pee and knowingly kept the door open as she took a strong morning pee. I winced in bed at the sound of it. But the torture was far from over. The piss was followed by her taking a shower which made me drive nuts. I was biting my lip so hard that I bled. In the meantime, the girl continued with the slurpy blowjob. As her tongue ravaged my dick I was starting to feel the ever-familiar pressure getting stronger.
“How are you feeling now Rex?” She seductively asked.
“Please s-stop!” I panted. My breath was erratic. Toes curled. Fingers dug into the mattress and dick about to explode. “I can’t hold it much longer”
“Oh Rex, you must!” She purred and deepthroated me. I was pulling my hair. I was in full blown panic now.
In the meantime, I heard something that was never expected. “OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR! FUCKING LET ME PEE NOW! I AM GOING TO EXPLODE” Disha banged the bathroom door like no tomorrow. There was a muffled answer from inside which I figured was the other girl asking her to wait. “I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT. I haven’t pissed for the last 32 hours!” Disha cried as the other girl in her room burst out in laughter. “No! NO! NOOOO! Don’t you dare!” It was Disha screaming as the other girl started tickling her. I could hear Disha panting and begging to let go but the other girl was relentless. It was pure commotion. For a minute I felt that all the 4 girls had planned to gain sadistic pleasure out of our pain!
This continued for another 15-20 minutes and then as if I connected with Disha through telepathy.
“ENOUGH! Let me go – NOW” I and Disha both shouted at the same time.
I literally pushed the girl blowing me, aside and grabbed my dick for dear life. There was no more waiting – it was my body’s PEE-NOW moment. Perhaps same was the case with Disha. I waited with bated breath for the bathroom door to open. As soon as it opened I bolted inside, drops of pee starting to leak out of my aching erect dick. I stood in front of the porcelain bowl begging for my dick to go flaccid. Seeing the bowl in front of me, my bladder went into a hyper-agitated mode – forcing bursts of piss. But my arousal prevented a release with full force. Not knowing what to do I held my breath hoping to calm my dick down.
In the meantime, I heard the bathroom door of the other side open and close. The bathrooms were adjacent to each other just like the rooms.. I heard the sound of cloth being torn away followed by a prolonged moan. A loud noise of piss hitting the water, filled the bathrooms. I closed my ears in pain as my dick still refused to go soft. Disha on the other hand was pissing like a fire hose. Around a minute later, somehow her stream stopped mid-stream “Hold it – hold it – hold it” I heard Disha muttering under her breath. I couldn’t believe she was still trying to control it but her bladder won in the end and violently pushed out the remainder of the piss with even more force. “OHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDD!” Disha moaned in exasperation.
It was only then my dick finally turned semi-hard allowing the lake of piss to gush out of my pee. My body shivered as whole of the piss tried to make its way out. I could see my dick literally puff due to the pressure of the piss rushing out. I had never needed to pee so – so fucking bad in my life. I could feel steam emanating from the WC as it filled it to the brim.
Neither me nor Disha realized that the girls were calling us from outside to check on us. There was a deafening noise of liquid hitting liquid echoing throughout. Only when they started banging the doors from outside, it dawned to us how long we had been pissing for.
“Just let me piss in peace!” Disha screamed with a strained voice as her bladder continued to gush out a thick stream of piss.
“I am trying to hold it back, but it just won’t stop” I tried to sound calm.
After a good couple of minutes, Disha’s stream came to an abrupt stop. Her bladder expelled the entire load with such force that there was no slow down at all. I on the other hand went on for another minute or so, filling the WC to the brim. I had to clench my muscles before the piss spilled on the floor creating a mess. I couldn’t believe my eyes. All that piss was contained within my bladder. It was like a record in itself. Feeling proud I quickly took out my phone and clicked photos to keep proof of it. My bladder was still aching with the remaining piss desperately wanting out. But there was literally no way to further release it.
I came out of the bathroom with the girls rushing inside only to scream in disbelief. I collapsed onto the bed drenched in sweat. The other two girls barged into our room and went straight to the bathroom to see what happened.
“Did he piss all this?” The girls from the other room asked in amazement.
“Yes! Rex held this lake inside, all day since yesterday!” One of my girls said.
“Dang! I thought only Disha was corked up. You must check out her monstrous release”.
I could not bear it anymore. I quietly walked up to Disha’s room. She laid there on the bed, naked. Her body glistened with sweat and boobs heaved up and down due to her panting. She gave me a steely glance and I returned it with same ferocity. As I slowly walked into the bath, she smirked at me. The scene was absolute chaos inside. I saw a torn thong lay on the floor in a puddle of piss, and the WC was just half an inch short to the brim.
I smiled to myself. It was like a dream come true. The sexiest girl in the college was also a pro at holding it. I felt my dick stiffen inside my tight underwear as if my dick approved of her.
“Looks like I won after all.” She triumphantly said with a weak voice. A moment later, she came and stood behind me.
“Not quite!” I showed her the photos of my bathroom with the WC spilling over.
“Perhaps you need to work harder Disha. But you’re strong and worthy.” I palpated my bladder to show her a prominent bulge still there. Disha’s eyes widened in disbelief.
All she could muster to say was, “Challenge Accepted”.
- - - The End - - -

Date: August 2nd, 2005.
Samantha woke up that day excited to test out her new toy. She put on some sexy red bikini bottoms and a red lace bra. She walked to her kitchen and grabbed the jug of water from her fridge and filled a glass and then drank said glass, she did this 8 times until the jug was empty. She then hurries back to her bedroom and into her closet, pulling out an old ultrasound machine and a bottle of ultrasound jell and moves it to beside her bed. Samantha climbs onto her bed, lowers her bikini bottoms and applies lots of ultrasound jell to her belly and places the probe over her bladder, pushing slightly. She smiles as her bladder fills up on the ultrasound screen. After an hour of scanning Samantha's bladder is really full and hard, she continues to push on her belly, groaning and moaning as she moves the probe around, "Fuck, I'm really full, I should go pee, I don't want to make a mess" Samantha said to herself quietly. Samantha wipes the jell off her belly and pulls up her Bikini bottoms and hurries to the bathroom, emptying her bladder.

Good luck! I found when I used to do 24 hour holds every day for 6 weeks at a time that peeing, ie starting, late in the afternoon made it harder. Holding overnight and peeing mid morning worked best for me. 

This story took place a couple of months ago when myself and a friend were on the back from spending a few days away. The drive home was going to take around 4 hours, mainly motorway driving so a few places to stop along the way if necessary, and we would have to because my friend has a black box in her car and if she doesn't fake regular breaks, her insurance company doesn't like it. 
 
Anyway... 
 
We had just had our stop, around the 2 hour mark of driving. I had a large coffee from Starbucks, as well as a 500ml bottle of water that came with my meal from KFC. I didn't think much of it because if necessary, we'd be able to stop again and I can usually hold that amount for a while, no problem. 
 
Things started off okay, we were back on the M25, chatting, jamming out to some tunes. Then suddenly, my friend was like "I've lost power" and the car completely died. We thankfully managed to get over to the hard shoulder. 
 
At this point, and it must of been the panic/worry, I started to feel the drinks from about an hour before, already hitting my bladder, and quite worryingly fast. I tried to reassure myself that things would be okay. 
 
(Side note: I couldn't go at the side of the road, this was a part of the motorway that has those boards along the side of it rather than banks of greenery.)
 
It was really cold and that always makes me need to pee so much worse. I could feel my bladder filling fast and I was starting to worry. 45 minutes after we'd called the breakdown services and there was no sign of them. I stood with my legs crossed bounced up and down as we waited. All whilst trying to make sure my friend was okay because of what had happened (she knew I needed to go, I'm super open with that sort of stuff) 
 
By the time the breakdown service arrived, I was desperate. I was either pacing or bobbing up and down on the spot. Then a thought crossed my mind which made my need to go so much worse - what if they pick us up here and take us somewhere with no toilet. I really had to go and there was no way I could hold on until we got home - still 70 miles away. 
 
The recovery man came over to us and said the timing belt/cambelt had gone and it was going to be a garage job. He then said he'd tow us somewhere off the motorway. That gave me a bit of hope that I'd be able to have a wee somewhere. Even if it wasn't a toilet. 
 
We had absolutely no idea where we were being towed to. My friend was busy concentrating on controlling the car especially as she'd never been towed before. And I was concentrating on holding myself so I didn't pee in the car. 
 
We arrived at a garage (petrol station garage), but not a motorway service one. This was a garage in a village just off the M25. I panicked. A lot of garages like this don't have public toilets. I was so desperate and I needed to go pretty soon otherwise I was going to have an accident. 
 
I stayed with my friend whilst the recovery guy was explaining what would happen from there. I wasn't really listening, just leaning against the car, with my legs crossed so tightly, trying to not make my need obvious. 
 
Then it happened. I leaked. I managed to stop it pretty quickly, but I knew I didn't have much time left. I grabbed myself and I didn't care who saw, it was less embarrassing than peeing myself. 
 
I couldn't stand still after that, I had to keep moving to keep the pee in. I wanted to stay with my friend even though she told me to go and see if they had a toilet. I said I could hold on, even though I really couldn't. 
 
I leaked again. And again. I was really panicking now. I was right on the verge of losing control. All I could think about was focusing on holding it in. I didn't even hear my friend say thank you, and bye to the guy who had helped us. 
 
She came over to me and told me that a truck was coming to pick us up and take us home. 
 
I absolutely needed to find a toilet, or someone to release because I couldn't even wait another 5 minutes, let alone a 90 minute drive home in a bumpy recovery truck. 
 
She said she was going in for a drink and I followed, praying that there would be a toilet in there. I leaked a few more times as we walked across the garage forecourt.
 
As we got inside, I spotted a toilet in the corner. My bladder knew it was about to get relief and I felt my muscles start to give way. My friend came in with me and I'm so glad she did because I had no time to shut the door, I was starting to wet myself. 
 
I pulled my leggings and underwear down and threw myself onto the toilet. I peed so hard and for such a long time. I was so relieved to have made it. My pants were absolutely soaked so I took them off and binned them.
 
I cannot remember the last time I got that desperate in public and I was so worried I was going to have a full blown accident - I don't know how I avoided it if I'm honest. 
 
 
 
 

This story happened a few weeks ago, me and my friend took a mini road trip to Canterbury, which is about a two hour drive from where we live. 
 
We'd been exploring the city all day and we were ready to head back home. I hadn't used the toilet for about 5 hours, but I felt okay, even though I'd consumed over around 1.5litres of water (it was a warm day). Just before we started the main part of the journey home, we stopped at a supermarket just to get a drink and something to eat to keep us going for the drive. I had an Iced/chilled coffee and grabbed some more water. 
 
As we were paying, I felt the slight need to peed and contemplated going, but I assumed I would be fine, it was only a couple of hours.
 
I finished the coffee before we started driving again, which in hindsight, was a terrible idea as coffee goes straight through me and giving I already needed to go a bit, it was definitely a bad mix. 
 
We decided to go the coastal way home, going down to Folkestone first and then along the south coast. Before we'd even got to Folkestone, I was regretting not peeing beforehand and definitely regretting the coffee. I was filling up fast! I mentioned it to my friend (we're super open) and she asked if I wanted to stop. I said no because I was convinced I would make it home absolutely fine. 
 
About an hour into our journey, I was so so desperate! My legs were squeezed together and I was starting to fidget. I was doubting my ability to hold for at least another hour.
 
And then... Traffic. A lot of it. We didn't plan our timings well and hit the rush hour traffic. I started to panic. I was dying for a pee and we weren't moving. Getting our the car wasn't an option because there were so many others around. I don't think my hands left my crotch for ages, I was too scared to let go. 
 
Then it happened. I leaked. I absolutely could not pee in the car. I could not pee myself, I had to hold it. I could hold it! 
 
I somehow managed to keep holding for another half an hour with no leaks, but we were still at least 45 minutes from home and that was with no traffic. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it, but I kept telling myself I could. 
 
I could not sit still, I was bouncing up and down in my seat, my legs were fanning in and out, I really had to push on my crotch to help hold it. I squeezed my legs together so hard. Nothing was helping, I needed to go and I needed to go soon.
 
My bladder was not happy and I felt it contract as I let out another leak. This time it was so much worse and I knew I was in trouble. I had to fight so much to stop myself from fully losing control. 
 
I told my friend how urgent it was and that she was definitely going to have to pull over because I was close to peeing. I was so so desperate and every bump in the road was torture. 
 
Thankfully, the road we were now on was quiet so once we found a decent place, I knew I could just get out and let it go. But there didn't seem to be anywhere and I was struggling! 
 
I wasn't letting out big leaks, but I could feel drops of pee coming out, I could feel my pants getting wetter and I knew it wouldn't be long until it soaked through my jeans. I sat on my jacket to save my friends car seat. I could feel myself starting to cry and I felt my muscles slowing starting to give up. 
 
After about 10 minutes, I let out another big leak, stopped it and then another, stopped it again and then another leak. My jeans were now wet too.
 
I was on the verge of peeing myself just as I felt the car slow down. Finally a layby! My bladder must've known too because I leak out another big leak. And another. And another. As soon as the car stopped, I jumped out, yanked my jeans and pants down and peed so hard. I must've gone for around a minute at full force. 
 
I sorted myself out, sighed and just stood there looking at how much had come out of me. I got back in the car and finished our journey, arriving home about 40 minutes after my relief - there was no way I would have ever made it. 
 

Wow that’s an amazing and well written experience! How come you didn’t ask to find somewhere to go once you got to the car? 
 
you did so well to last so long, the fact you are always ok after a pint or so though suggests you have a very well trained bladder generally
 

This is a perfect scenario, could have gone but didn't out of social decorum, yum. Well done you 

Looking forward to hearing about the return journey (please!)