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The second of a two-part continuation of Passing the Rest Stop commissioned by @Hyde! Oh, Harlyn's shivering --- and not just because of the rain! She's been losing spurts for a while now, and getting out of the car just proved too much for the poor girl's endurance!- 8 comments
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This took place this past Sunday. For context, I'll give some background. I was heading out with some friends to the beach because it was sunny out and we were all finally off from work at the same time. The others in the story I won't bother mention by name, except my male friend. I've yet to give him an alias on here (he had no name in wet roadtrip) so let's call him Mark. I typically like leaving the appearance up to the reader's imagination, but since this isn't a fiction post, I'll give a small physical description. Mark is tall (he's around 6'2"), he's lean and muscular (but like not six pack muscular, more like you can just see the outline of his abs so you know he's fit), he has an olive skin complexion, and green eyes (so off topic, but they're seriously so pretty in the sun, I so wish I had green eyes ;;-;;). He has an undercut haircut (I think that's what it's called ^^') and he's clothing style is mostly street fashion (he loves his yeezys and jays *insert eye roll*). We leave for the beach around 2:30 pm and arrive at 4 pm. We picked up beer and snacks on the way. None of us had peed since we left at 2 pm and knowing Mark, he probably hadn't peed since before then. This beach had a lot of sand, vertical wise. It took us 5-6 minutes to walk from start of the sand to the waters (normally it's like a 1 minute walk max at our usual beaches). The restrooms were behind us, but again, they were off the sand so they were easily a 15 minute walk away. We set up our chairs and what not. Then my other friends went off into the water to swim and play, I stayed back with Mark. He was eager to start drinking and quickly got to work on his first bottle of 12 oz beer. I asked him if he was swimming and he said he didn't want to. He only wanted to drink and chill today. As such, he didn't bring anything to swim in, instead he wore a pair of red joggers. I went on to sunbathe and absentmindedly noted how in the span of an hour, Mark had already drank two full bottles of beer. A little over thirty minutes later, he shots up from his seat. I ask him what's up and he says he's got to use the toilet. He's trying not to show it but I can tell from his clenched fists, he's gotta go pretty bad. He looks at the restrooms in distress but nevertheless makes his way over. I watch him as he walks over to the toilets. He's got his hands in his pockets. I conclude his holding himself in effort not to leak. Some minutes later, he returns and looks his usual self. "I literally almost pissed myself. Thank god there was no line." he laughs and sits back down. "Yeah? Didn't you go before we left?" "Nah, I only went when I woke up. Got carried away with gaming, next thing I know y'all were texting me to get ready." I nod and conceal how I'm impressed he'd only gone once all day and managed to hold down 2 beers on top of it for that long. I've always know Mark to have a big bladder, but it still surprised me. We went on talking and chilling for some more time on the beach with us and our other friends. Mark went and had three more beers during so. To be honest, I wasn't paying attention to how much he was drinking. It would only be brought to my knowledge later because the others would complain he drank almost all the beers. The thought of his no doubt growing need also wasn't on my mind. I was having too much fun at the present to think of how those three beers must have been at work on his already overworked bladder. We spent about another hour at the beach before we called it a day. It was around 6:30-7 pm when we left (my other friends wanted to drive back with the sunset). We pack up and head back to the car (we parked on the street a bit away from the beach). Before we go, Mark says he's going to run and use the toilets again. We wait around for about 10 minutes then he comes back. He looks stressed. "Fuck, I can't find the toilets from here...I'll just go when we get back." he reluctantly decides. It's an hour drive back, not including traffic. I sit in the back with Mark. I'm still not thinking of his desperation, I'm more focused on my own growing need. Roughly twenty minutes into the ride back, I notice Mark is completely silent and just staring out the window. Now, this is odd, because Mark is a talker and if he's not talking, he's playing his car games on his phone. I ask him what's wrong. He replies curtly to me, "Nothing. Just wanna get back." I'm taken back by his sharp tone. I then notice he's bouncing leg and it hits me. He's desperate again. I try to recall how much beer he had but can't remember. I casually watch him throughout the drive. His face is scrunched up in concentration and he's groaning every so often. Another few minutes pass and his situation is getting notably worse. He's sweating lightly and has a hand back in his pocket. I can tell he's holding himself again and pretty tightly too. He's trying not to look too obvious and I assume that's making it harder to stop himself from wetting. I'm half expecting him to say to pull over or wet himself from how bad he looks after each passing minute. When we're 10 minutes from our friends place, Mark speaks up. "How long does it say until we're back?" he ask agonized. One of them replies 10 minutes and he winces. "Can we pull off somewhere? I'm fucking bursting." he ask but they insist we only got 10 minutes before we're back and for him to hold it. He clenches the side of the car door and breathes heavily. I spot a small leak on his joggers and suspect he's moments away from an accident. His bladder is also obviously bulging too. I feel bad for his predicament and offer him some words of encouragement of how close we are to being back (a relief for me too since I'm at a 7/10). It doesn't seem to help. I watch him writhe around painfully in his seat, withholding his waves of urine. I offer to help him upstairs but he refuses. "I-I won't make it that far. I'll find a bush or something." As we pull up to the curb, he waste no time flying open his door and getting out. I think he moves too quickly because the wet spot from before grows bigger. He stiffens and bounces in one place. He then gathers himself and has to walk slowly down the back road. I don't follow him, because, well, that would totally give me away lol, and also because he's a close friend so I don't really wanna see his junk. About 5 minutes later, he comes back to meet us while we're taking the beach stuff out the trunk. He looks relaxed and relieved. The others joke he drank way too much and it's his karma. When we're back inside, I see the wet patch from before is the size of a tennis ball. He was probably peeing right as he finally managed to find a place to relieve himself earlier. Fast forward some time later, I'm walking my friend's dog and guess what I find? A big ole wet puddle in an alley between two apartment buildings (the spot is down the back road of my friend's place). The pee is all up the wall too. I conclude Mark must have gone here and can't help but think of what would have happened if someone had caught him. Judging from the size of the puddle, he was really bursting and no stranger passing could have stopped his much needed release. Well, that's the end. I don't often get to see male desperation from those close to me so I thought I'd recount this one. Hope you all liked it!
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this story is based on true events. all names have been altered. the point of view is from the person(s) it happened to, not me. enjoy! Part One A couple days ago, my friends and I (we're three girls and one boy. yes, I'm the odd boy out) had begun a road trip from New Jersey to Colorado. It wasn't the most exciting thing, to be honest. Quite the opposite, really. We had to be in Colorado by a certain date so most of the time was spent crammed in a Camry, looking at empty plains of dying grass. The only stops we ever made was to pee, to eat, or to sleep. Today marked the last day of the trip. It was also the longest we would be driving consecutively. Reason being, we had to be at our hotel for no later than midnight. Which would seem like a doable feat except we had overslept and not got on the road until 10 am. We were currently in Sioux City, Iowa and we needed to get to Broughton, Colorado. That's a 12 hr 30 min drive. That means all the breaks we normally take would have to be cut in half so we could arrive at our hotel between 11-11:30pm. Tessa, the oldest in the group, was the sole driver. Kylie, the youngest, always sat passenger because she managed navigations. I, wanting to relax, sat in the back with Sophie, we're the same age (she's super shy so she likes the most inconspicuous spot). I usually rotated between sleeping and playing racing games on my phone in the back. About 3 hours into the drive, Tessa turns down the radio to speak up. "Is there not a gas station we can stop off? I need to use the restroom." she asks Kylie. Kylie lets out a sigh, looking back over our ETA on the GPS. "But our next break wasn't meant to be until another hour. This will make us late." Tessa bites her lip, obviously weighing the odds between relieving herself and keeping on schedule. She had a relatively small bladder and I'm assuming it was only made worse by the two cups of coffee she had downed this morning to hype herself up for the long drive. "...okay. Just please make sure to tell me when the hour is up so we can pull off somewhere. Stat." Kylie nodded and turned the radio back up. I, myself, like to think I have a sizable bladder. I can typically go about eight hours without needing to make a run to the bathroom. Kylie had an average sized bladder whereas Sophie's shyness often led to embarrassing accidents or close calls. 27 minutes later and I see Tessa is rubbing her hand up and down her thigh. Her lips are pressed into a thin line and I can tell it's taking all her willpower to focus on the road ahead. "Are we at the hour mark yet?" Tessa asks. Kylie rolls her eyes, "I already said I'll tell you when we are." she replies nonchalantly. Tessa lets out a frustrated sigh and re-adjusts herself in the driver seat. Some more minutes pass and she's switched out rubbing her thigh for bouncing her right leg up and down. She pulls on the seat beat that's digging into her distended bladder and lets out a heavy breath. It's a humid day out and I can see sweat forming on her brow line. I feel bad for her. I can't ever imagine needing to go that badly. I space out for who knows how long. It must have been a good chunk of time because Tessa looks even worse. She's rubbing her bulging bladder and grimacing. Her knuckles are white as she grips the steering wheel. Her leg bouncing has got more aggressive and she can't sit still in her seat. "The hour has to be over now, surely!" she suddenly snaps. "Oh yeah. We passed it like 19 minutes ago. My bad." Kylie replies, sheepishly smiling. Tessa grunts. "Just find somewhere for us to pull over or I'm gonna piss myself!" "Ok, ok, drama queen." Kylie searches on the phone and frowns. "We just passed the nearest exit to pull off. Next one isn't for another 5 miles." "Fuck..." Tessa chews on her lip. I've never seen her face so red before. "Alright, tell me when I need to pull off." Tessa's hand has shot down between her thighs. Her legs are glued together and her face is contorted in a mixture of pain and focus. I watch her writhe against the protests of her bladder for the next 5 miles. "Ok, here. This exit leads us straight to a gas station." Kylie says. "Oh, thank god." Tessa remarks and makes a sharp swerve onto the exit. The car hits an unexpected pothole in the road as she does so. Tessa whimpers and her eyes go wide. Her legs clench harder together. She's definitely leaked. "Fuck, fuck..." she murmurs and speeds the car forward into the gas station. Before we can even pull up, she's flung off her seat belt and unbuttoned the top of her jeans. She rams into a parking spot. "I-I'll be right back." she stutters. She slams open the car door and jumps out. The liquids in her bladder hit her full force as she stands up. She bends over with a groan and shuffles about, doing a full potty dance. "I shouldn't have waited so long." she whimpers again. Tessa sucks in a harsh breath and shuts her eyes. After a second, she stands up again. Her hand still jammed between her legs, she waddles into the station. She converses briefly with the cashier, pressing back and forth on her heels, before darting to the back. As I enter the station with the others behind me, we hear the bathroom door open and close with a loud thud. Tessa looks at the toilet in bliss. Her bladder twitches painfully now it knows its relief is so close. Her hands fumble to slid her jeans down. She curses as another two second leak escapes into her blue panties. With one last tug, she slaps her butt on the porcelain seat and a fat, hot jet pee shoots out instantly. "Ahhh..." her lips quiver as she moans in relief. Her head goes back as her bladder finally starts to empty. She never thought peeing could feel so good. After a minute, the once full jet of pee is now a trickle. She looks down at her sodded panties. "Damn it, I liked these ones." she frowns and pulls them up. The cool, wet sensation tickling her labia. I see Tessa as she exits the bathroom. She looks much happier and her face not so red. "Do any of you need to go?" she asks. Kylie and Sophie nod and go off to the bathroom together. I, on the other nod, shake my head. "Nah, I'm good." Tessa raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You haven't gone since we left and you almost had as much coffee as me." "Guess my bladder is just lucky like that." I shrug. "If you say so." she says and goes off to get us some snacks and water. I absentmindedly look over at the men's restroom's. My bladder is showing no signs of needing relief. I'd doubt if I had to go anytime soon. I haven't been seriously desperate since junior high anyhow, why would that change today? to be continued in part two...
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Hia, so I did a thing a few days ago! Before we get started I should probably get the obligatory description part out of the way noiw. I'm a tall girl, 6'4" and unfortunately my bad eating habits have gotten worse and I've lost a substantial amount of weight so I am very skinny right now. I was wearing black high waisted jeans a black tee and a pink hoodie. My hair is mid length going just past my shoulders and is a dark golden brown. My hair is curly when it's playing ball but it really wasn't today so it was a bit of a frizzy mess. So I knew in advance that I had a 2 hour long car journey so I decided to go for a hold, this was my prep. I wanted to leave with an urge at about 5 out of 10 so 2 hours before I started to drink 1.75L and around 30 minutes before I left I felt a small urge to pee probably a 3 or 4 out of 10 so things were going to plan. We left a little bit early and the 2 hour journey started. It was pretty uneventful for the first leg of the journey, I slowly got more and more desperate reaching a 7 as we hit the halfway point and this is when we hit the traffic. I think it's important for me to point out that I live in a capital city and traffic here is nearly always bad, I often look at the traffic viewer on google maps and it's all either red or orange but the traffic I hit was abnormal. It was way further out than I expected so I was starting to really worry. 20 minutes past and we'd only moved around 2 or 3 miles and my desperation kept on climbing, I was really banking on my shy bladder being shy in the car. Oh right, I need to talk about that fucking thing. Well I have a shy bladder or, to give it it's medical term, Paruresis, it's satans disease. At it's peak I could not pee anywhere that wasn't my toilet at home and to make matters worse because I really really had to pee it felt like I was constantly about to wet myself but I just could not pee, sometimes I managed to leak and at the end of a long school day I'd often be uncontrollably leaking but I could never fully let go. It was hell but I'm getting better and I can pee in public bathrooms now as well as wet myself in just panties, skirts, anything that doesn't massively disrupt the flow of urine while either in my room or the toilet at home and I was really hoping not to have an improvement in my condition because wetting myself in the car wasn't really an option. A further 40 minutes past and we were at the point where I should be at home sprinting to the toilet but I was stuck in the car with a further 45 minutes to go until we got home and I was at a 9. Part of the challenge that I didn't mention earlier was that I was going to act completely normally in the car, that meant no squirming, no crotch grabbing, no tightly crossed legs, nothing. So I sat that shivering in desperation with only willpower and the condition I'm beating stopping me from peeing and then it happened, the first leak. The pressure has been building up over the course of 2 hours and it was finally too much. As casually as I could I took off my hoodie and put it on my lap, the leak didn't show thankfully but once I start getting leaky I'm usually close to bursting if the situations above are met and I did not want to take any chances. So there I was for a further 30 minutes, shivering and trying to subtlety hold myself under my hoodie and miraculously the traffic cleared and we were pulling in after 5 minutes but the hold wasn't done. Remember what I said about acting normal? Well that doesn't stop just because we're near home so I had to slowly grab my bag, unbuckle my seat-belt and grab a few other bags to carry in before casually walking to the front door. as soon as I passed the threshold I dropped the two bags I had brought in and ran upstairs to my bedroom. With this level of desperation and the toilet right next to my room I was sure I could wet my jeans so I sat down on a towel and chatted a little bit on discord expressing just how close to exploding I was until someone posted a water gif, you know this one? Yea that one, well I saw it and bladder saw that as a challenge to how much pressure it was holding back and it started. First as a couple of leaks that I managed to stop then I start to spurt, then it started to trickle out of me and even though I was using all of my mental and physical strength to hold on pee just started rushing out of me and the relief was amazing, the pee felt amazing in jeans, parts of the stream clung to my legs and ran straight out from the bottom of my jeans while other parts of the stream drenched my jeans in hot pee. I think this is now my favorite past hold of mine, not only did I ended up wetting, I ended up wetting in a way that I have never done in the past. Thank you so much for reading please leave your thoughts on this experience whether they are positives or things I could improve on, I really want to become a better writer so feedback is very appreciated. Chao!
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