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This is a totally fictional story based on a TikTok I saw a few days ago, lost, and will likely never find again. Enjoy! ____________ “ROAD TRIP!” We all yelled, holding our hands up happily as we filmed the beginning of our trip for TikTok. This would be the first time we had gone on a road trip together since we had graduated college and gone our separate ways. Naturally, we had all come together for major life events, but the travel had always been separate. Now, however, we were in our thirties and you know what they say, thirty is the new twenty. Or something like that. It was going to be a girls only trip. No husbands, no children, just us! Just us and a three hour road trip to one of our old haunts where we would spend the week getting pampered before heading back to our normal, dreary lives. Honestly, our lives weren’t bad. I had become an accountant and worked for a small firm. It was a good job, I liked my boss, and it paid well. I had gotten married about a year after college to a handsome man and respectable lawyer. I had two children, Ian and Gracyn, who were the loves of my life but who were growing like weeds! I couldn’t believe they would both be in school this year! Rachel had finished her teaching degree with honors, worked for all of a year in the profession only to realize she hated it and got a job working as a paper pusher in the governor's office. That was where she met Adam, her now husband, who was working as a lobbyist. They hit it off right away and not even a year later were flying to Cabo to elope, dragging Jessica and I along as bridesmaids. After another year or so of trying, Rachel finally got pregnant with Mica, who is honestly one of the most adorable babies I have ever seen. Jessica went on and got her doctorate in geology and now works for an oil company making big bucks doing god only knows what. She’s explained it to me several times, but I never understood what she was talking about. Of the three of us, she’s the only one to not get married or have any kids, but she is dating some guy she met while in Dubai. We don’t think it’s that serious, but Jessica was always a wild card. “Oh my gosh guys!” I squealed as we piled into the car. “Can you believe we are finally doing this?!” “A week with no kids,” Rachel laughed, crossing her legs as she sat in the car. “No kids, no husbands…” “No responsibilities!” Jessica said, throwing her extra large water bottle in the back seat as she climbed in. “Oh it’s going to be so nice!” I said as I climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door. “I cannot wait to get a full body massage!” “Or just sit in the hot tub!” Jessica said over the roar of the engine. “I miss that thing so much!” “Don’t you get a hot tub in every hotel you stay at?” Rachel laughed, locking her ankles together as she did. Jessica rolled her eyes and looked out the window at the passing houses as we pulled out of my neighborhood. “Not that I ever get to use it! I barely even get to sleep in the hotels, let alone enjoy their amenities!” “Look at you using big words!” Rachel laughed again, shoving her hands into her crotch. “Listen here, Ms. English teacher!” Jessica laughed, pointing at Rachel jokingly while taking a swig of her water. “I don’t need any of your sass.” “Right, right,” I laughed as well, clenching my thighs together out of habit. After having two children, my bladder control wasn’t quite what it used to be and I would frequently leak just a little bit of pee. I wasn’t the only one with this problem, however, as Rachel routinely confessed to me that she too needed to pee more often. Speaking of which… “Ooo! Gas station!” Rachel pointed out as we neared the on-ramp to the highway. “Can we stop please! I forgot to get snacks!” I rolled my eyes, but pulled over. At least she was going before we got onto the highway, but I wish she had gone before we left my house. I might as well top up the gas tank while we waited. It was mostly full but still, better safe than sorry. I had barely pulled into a stall when Rachel threw open the door and started trotting into the station, her thighs pressing subtly against one another causing her butt to look more firm and perky. Clearly, snacks wasn’t the issue. “Snacks?” Jessica laughed, as she took another swig from her bottle. “She should have just said she needed to pee.” “Yeah,” I laughed, taking stock of my own bladder. I was good for now, but I’d probably need to go before we got there. Provided I didn’t have a bladder spasm, which seemed to be happening more and more frequently these days. At first I had thought I had a bladder infection, but the doctor assured me that wasn’t the case and if it got worse to go to a urologist. But that cost more money than I was willing to fork over right now, so pads it was. The gas finished filling the tank and Rachel came trotting back over, blushing as I pulled out my phone to document what snacks she had bought. “No!” She laughed, grabbing my phone away, making the video go blurry just as I turned the camera to catch all of us. “So rude! You don’t need to record me going to the bathroom!” “Yes I do! For posterity's sake!” I laughed, wrestling my phone away from her. “Or for posterior’s sake!” Jessica laughed, grabbing the phone and trying to point it at Rachel’s ass. “Noooo!” Rachel moaned, laughing as she tried in vain to steal the phone back. “I just had to pee, ok?!” “Fine, fine,” Jessica laughed, handing the phone back to me with a wink, letting me know she had saved the footage. “Come on, let's get back on the road!” With a laugh, the three of us piled back into the car and started back towards the highway. Traffic was terrible, but at least the cars around us were moving so we were making good time. Or decent time at least. “Hey Mal,” Jessica said, tapping me on the shoulder. “Do you want a mint?” “Yeah, sure!” I said, flipping my hand back behind my seat with practiced ease. “Your kids have you trained!” Jessica laughed, placing a few TicTacs in my hand before kicking her feet up on the console between the two front seats. “Does John do that too?” “You know it!” I laughed as I turned on the radio. “I do most of the driving though, so I have the driver’s side down more than he does! He’ll still drop things from time to time.” Jessica laughed as she took another swig from her bottle. “I bet the kids love that!” “Oh they do!” I responded as I flicked on the turn signal and merged into traffic. “They think it’s an absolute riot.” Suddenly, one of the songs we used to hear all the time in college came on over the radio, beckoning us all to start singing along to it. Belting out the lyrics, both real and made up, we continued on down the highway for a few minutes before I suddenly whipped the car over to the side of the road. All of the laughing and singing had done the trick; I needed to pee. Now. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I mumbled as the car slowly came to a stop on the side of the road, my hand buried in my crotch as my bladder begged for release. “Oh nooo!” Throwing off my seatbelt, I quickly bolted from the car and into the carpet of small white flowers which lined the side of the road. Ripping off my pants, I squatted down just in time for my bladder to give up the fight and begin emptying on its own. The spattering of pee and my sigh of relief drowning out the laughter from the car. “Say cheese!” Rachel laughed, filming me as I pulled my pants back up. “Shut up!” I said back jokingly, too relieved that I had managed to not pee my pants or the seat of my car to care. “At least I didn’t totally wet myself!” “That was only one time!” Rachel laughed back. “Come on, guys!” Jessica groaned from the back of the car. “We’ve got places to be! Places your small bladders apparently don’t want to go!” “Oh they’re going!” I laughed as I climbed back in the car. “Delete that footage, please, Rach!” “Fat chance in hell!” she said cackling. “I sent it to you. For posterior’s sake.” “Oooo, I’m gonna kill you!” I said as I pulled back into traffic. “I’m so going to kill you!” “Look, you delete yours, I’ll delete mine!” Rachel said, sticking her tongue out at me as though we were in grade school again. “Good thing I have a copy of both!” Jessica laughed, waving her phone around. “Assholes, the both of you!” I said, pulling up behind a slow moving semi. “Dammit!” On the side of the road was an orange sign showing road work ahead. All of the traffic was starting to merge into one lane and our speed slowed way down. The traffic cones pushed us from one lane to another, causing us to run over rumble strips and uneven road surfaces for what felt like forever. I didn’t know about how Rachel was feeling, but I was overjoyed to have peed before we entered the construction area. Jessica, on the other hand, looked rather uncomfortable, her bottle of water laying forgotten on the floor of the car. “Um, guys?” She said, crossing her legs. “You know that gas station up there?” “You need it now too?” I laughed. “Yeah,” She said, crossing her legs the other direction. “It’s hard to drink a gallon a day!” I sighed and put on my blinker, slowly making my way out of the line of cars and to the gas station, making sure to ride the rumble strips for longer than necessary. “Stoooop!” Jessica moaned, leaning forward desperately. “I need to pee!” As soon as I pulled the car up to the gas station, Jessica was out like a shot, sprinting to the toilet as though her bladder were going to give out at any second. “And she called us small bladdered!” I chuckled at the sight, pulling out my phone to catch her arrival back at the car. “You gonna film her too?” Rachel laughed. “Of course!” It took longer than expected for Jessica to return, but when she did, her arms were full of snacks and drinks. As soon as she saw the phone in my hand, she immediately began laughing and nearly dropped her stash. “You hungry?” I asked as she threw her pile of goodies into the car. “Not really,” she said as she climbed in. “But I did some math. At this rate, it’ll take us closer to six hours to get there, and I don’t really want to be starving when we arrive.” Rachel and I looked at each other in confusion before looking back at Jessica and her snack pile. Surely there wouldn’t be construction the whole way there and traffic was moving, so how did she figure that? “What do you mean?” Rachel asked, spinning around in her seat to look at Jessica. “We’ve been on the road for twenty minutes, right?” Jessica said, pulling out her phone. “In twenty minutes, we’ve gone a grand total of 6 miles.” I frowned and shook my head. There was no way! We definitely had gone farther than… that… I looked over my shoulder at what Jessica was looking at. There, on the hillside, plain as day, was my house. Three miles as the crow flies, but due to the winding roads, closer to six miles away. “How…?” “Because we all have had to pee!” Rachel howled, burying her hands in her crotch. “This is what it’s like road tripping in your thirties!” Thirty is the new twenty, my ass! ________________ Really wish I could have found that TikTok again guys!
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Is the intense urge to pee felt by people with overactive bladder(OAB) different from that felt by non-OAB people? One woman with OAB described her urge to pee as feeling like there was pee in her urethra and she had no way to hold it.
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I once dated a guy who I will call V, when we were around the age 18-21 he was nice, tall, muscular but also slender, dark hair, pale olive skin, nice eyes. I’ve had this fetish for most of my life and after dating a while I began to notice he peed somewhat often for a guy. There would be times when it would seem out of the blue and somewhat urgent, where he would run to the bathroom immediately instead of putting it off or finishing what we were doing first. I found this amusing and cute. We moved in together maybe too early, but it was nice at the time. One early morning I (half) woke up to V shaking my shoulder with a weird sheepish expression on his face, and he told me he had peed the bed. It took me a minute to understand what he said and I looked over to a wet patch larger than a grapefruit on his side of the bed. Half asleep I said “oh, that’s ok” I tried to be sweet and sympathetic but not over the top since that would probably embarrass him. (also trying to play it cool like I wasn’t insanely turned on lol) the front of his boxers were wet and so was the bottom of his shirt. I forget if I rolled to his side and let him sleep on my side or if I told him to put a towel down but either way he took a shower and I convinced him to come back to bed and hugged and kissed him, then we had some awesome sex. Another time we had slept in separate rooms (I don’t sleep well sometimes) and in the morning after he left for work I noticed all the bedsheets were off. Knowing he had an accident in the past, this immediately made me curious so I felt the bed and it had a huge damp patch on it, so did the sheet. It was large enough that I’m pretty sure he emptied his whole bladder or most of it. Later that day or week he mentioned something about drinking less tea before bed, but didn’t outright say what happened. I really regret not sleeping together that night. Unfortunately thats the only accidents of his I got to see but that really put a spark in our sex life. Later on I confessed my fetish and he didn’t seem to mind. not exactly omo related but he would also climax quickly sometimes (after a few minutes) and it was impossible for him to hold it back once he reached a certain threshold. That was a huge turn on too. Involuntary orgasm is on the same level as pants peeing for me. I have to admit I sometimes miss the sexual part of our relationship, it was off the charts. Such is life
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(if you want to skip the exposition scroll down to the dotted line) This winter my husband and I decided to take a vacation to Florida with his family, the place we went wasn’t the warmest place in Florida and because of this it was not very crowded (luckily, especially with the pandemic) at the time I was 7 months pregnant but I wasn’t too concerned with traveling because we were within a days drive of home. I already had a pretty small bladder before pregnancy (I think I might have mild overactive bladder) and the pressure of the baby has made my need to pee pretty constant. Sometimes I can hold it but sometimes I might need to pee every hour while awake, especially if she’s kicking. I’m quite shy and had been trying to hide how often I used the bathroom by slipping in quietly during busy moments but often still had to excuse myself during dinner ect. This wasn’t much of an issue at condo we stayed in but I didn’t think to ask if there was a bathroom at the beach. (Spoiler alert, there was not) it was about a 8 ish minute walk from the beach which was nice but still out of the way enough to be annoying. We decided to go the whole day after breakfast, bring lunch, chairs, just enjoy the fresh air, and come home for dinner. ....................................................... I wore a pretty blue sundress and straw hat with a bow that day, my hair was in a braid and getting golden from the sun. I’m a rather petit and slender person but my belly was starting to get pretty big and none of my other clothes would fit anymore. Of course I went pee right before leaving because I am prepared (haha) but about 45 minutes after leaving I started to feel that familiar pressure. We were all sipping water to stay hydrated, and it was catching up with me. Everyone was having a good time and I didn’t want to leave so I tried to stick it out and though maybe I could make it another 30 min to not take too many bathroom breaks, but after another 15 I started to feel desperate. I didn’t want to squirm because I want to make a good impression but it felt kinda obvious that I needed to go. I politely excused myself and tried to walk up the boardwalk as gracefully as I could with an overly full bladder and swollen baby belly. The walk was painful and the movement made my bladder ache. As I got to the front door I felt my desperation go into overdrive at the thought of emptying. Since no one was around I freely crossed my legs and held myself, bouncing as I turned the key. I awkwardly waddled to the bathroom and with the door in sight, I felt a sneeze come on. I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs tight. “Ahhhh... ahhh...ahhhh..Aahhhchoo!” This was too much for my poor body to handle as I felt a large gush in my underwear. I dashed for the toilet, feeling like I could barely hold back. As soon as I sat down I pulled my undies to the side and peed a heavy stream, sighing with relief. my underwear was pretty soaked so I washed up my legs with water and changed them, mortified I had peed myself. There were small drips on the hallway floor I cleaned up as well. Ch 2 I got back to the beach feeling flustered but comforted by the gentle kicking of my baby, reminding me she was happily growing inside me. I laid on a blanket with my husband and we chatted with his family and built sand castles. There was only one problem, about 30 minutes in I already needed to pee! It wasn’t unbearable but it felt so uncomfortable. My babies kicking plus my previous accident had made my bladder so sensitive and irritated, not to mention water goes straight through me but I had to keep hydrated. I tried to put it out of my mind but I could feel myself filling quickly and the urge growing stronger every minute. I was so embarrassed at the idea of excusing myself only 45 minutes after the first time, and I started thinking of ways I could make an excuse to return to the house. I then had a brilliant idea, I decided the house was too far and I didn’t want to risk having another accident or drawing attention to my embarrassing situation. So I was going to sneak off and pee on the beach. It was a long strip of beach as far as the eye could see. At first I though there was nowhere to hide, so it couldn’t work but I had a better idea, pee right in the water, with no one noticing. I stood up and faked interest in looking at shells on the ground, and slowly wandered off, as I got further I picked up pace, feeling desperate from the sounds of the water and promise of relief. (Sort of excited too if you know what I mean) I made my way down until I could barely make out anything anyone was doing back at our towels. I waited for strangers to slowly pass by, bouncing from foot to foot. The urge hit me so strongly and I couldn’t hold myself so I quickly closed my knees as a tiny spurt of pee hit my dry panties. After they passed I quickly/stealthily as I could removed my underwear then waded into the water. As soon as my toes touched cold ocean it was too much and I shuddered, feeling a warm stream begin to trickle down my leg. once the water level was almost touching the hem of my dress I turned my back to the beach and let out a forceful stream sighing a huge sigh of relief, I swear my eyes rolled back haha. I pretended to play wading in the waves to clean myself up (yay off-season!) Then put on my undies before returning to the family. The damage wasn’t too bad, a quarter sized wet patch on my panties, no one but me would know. “No shells?” My husband asked cheerfully. I laughed and said, there were some cool ones but bending down is a bit tough right now! Ch 3 I was feeling great and slightly turned on after stealth peeing in the ocean and decided that was my perfect plan for the remainder of our vacation (it did work out for me a few more times throughout the week) however I also felt a little concerned because my bladder capacity felt smaller than ever and I had never leaked as badly as earlier, or twice in a day. We ate a delicious lunch, had some sparkling waters, and after an hour and a half were close to packing up. My husband and his brother were off playing in the waves, and his dad was trying out a new metal detector. I stayed back with his mother relaxing in chairs and we got to talking about life, kids, random things. I always got along with her quite well. I felt like I might want to go relieve myself in the ocean again but before I could find an excuse to wander off she suggested we start getting ready to head back. Like I said earlier I always want to make a good impression with family so I offered to help pack up and despite her insisting I relax I did some light stuff and put away food, folded blankets and that kind of thing. We finished packing and we’re waiting for the rest of the family. I didn’t want to wander off in case we left soon but I didn’t want to be rude by returning to the house early, so I sat a little longer and chatted more and squirmed a bit in my seat. The lemon from the sparkling water had irritated my bladder and I felt a few spasms that made my cross my legs. After about 10 minutes of waiting for the family to gather again I was feeling desperate. My urge to pee was so strong and my bladder felt tired and cramped by my baby. I started to worry about having an accident if I didn’t leave soon and my face must have shown it. My mother in law peered at me and asked if I’m ok. I smiled and told her I need to pee blushing super hard as I said it. “Aw you poor thing!” She exclaimed sympathetically, “I remember what it felt like having these two, not easy” I don’t think she realized how bad it was until a few minutes later my foot started bouncing. My bladder felt so swollen and tired, I didn’t want to move for fear my muscles might unclench. My baby gave a tiny kick and I felt my pelvic muscles release, letting out a little stream. I crossed my legs super hard and managed to stop it but not before making a small wet patch on on my butt. “I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed “but I don’t think I can hold it any longer I’m going to walk back to the house” my mother in law laughed and said smiling “no need to explain honey we will meet you there!” My face was burning red as I walked away because I could tell there was an orange sized wet patch on the back of my dress. I got further away and with my back turned from our family and rubbed my hands on my lower belly/thighs as I tried to walk calmly, not caring if strangers saw me squirm from a distance. My arms curved around my swollen belly to reach down, wanting to badly to grab my self but hesitating. It ached with my steps and I couldn’t do anything to jolt my body too much. It felt like the end of my peehole was the only tiny gate keeping it from all steaming out. When my bladder would spasm I’d have to stop and squeeze my legs together so hard. But 3/4 of the way home the urge hit me so strong I couldn’t stop a few short spurts from coming out. my legs shook I instinctively grabbed myself and it gushed out on the front of my dress. I felt the warmth and wetness hit my fingers, desperately trying to hold it back. That small release felt so good that I almost let out even more. But I danced from foot to foot with my knees together tight and my finger pressed right on my peehole. Somehow I stopped the spurts with little palm sized stain now on the front of my dress. I desperately searched around for a place to squat but it was all residential with small yards and busy streets. There was no parked cars on the road to duck behind, and I was too embarrassed for someone to see me pee in the street. I can make it home I told myself. I approached the intersection right before our condo. There was no crosswalk or traffic light, but that wasn’t a problem in the daytime because it was very calm, however now... it was rush hour. I gently rocked from foot to foot waiting for a non existent break in traffic, fighting not to hold myself. After 3 minutes of agony two drivers slowed and stopped for me (yay for pregnancy) I tried to walk slowly but didn’t want to hold up traffic so I picked up the pace the best I could. My bladder was 100% at capacity, I knew I was less than 10 minutes from completely losing control and I felt a huge spurt in my underwear as I stepped on the curb, I grabbed myself, back turned to the road and somehow stopped it but not soon enough. It overflowed and soaked the soft cotton of my panties and made the fabric of my dress saturated and heavy under my fingers the warm sensation caused me to moan in agony/pleasure at the small and fleeting relief. The wet spot on the front of my dress was larger than a grapefruit now and between my legs felt moist. A few small drops of pee trickled down my inner thighs from my saturated undies, sending shivers up my spine. I reached the front door. This had always been my trigger to feel desperate, even before pregnancy, I would do the keys in the door dance as I searched in my purse after work, no matter if I had to go 5 minutes before. This was the worst possible timing to have that problem. I thought I had time but I suddenly felt mere seconds away from uncontrollably pissing myself. I desperately held my crotch, legs crossed wiggling and squirming bouncing myself up and down as my other hand searched for the keys in my purse. The bathroom was one door down from the exit. I can make it I can make oh my god I moaned where are my keys oh my god I can’t hold it I have to go so bad where the frick are my keys I’m not gonna make it. My fingers felt my keys and as I triumphantly pulled them out of the bag I felt the seal break in my pants, with a gush and warm trickle, the keys slipped and fell onto the ground. I knew there was no way I could grab them now but I still reached down. No no no ohhh ahhh I can’t hold it come on keys! I twisted and squirmed and did all I could to hold back but my body had enough and my need to pee was so strong I was completely overwhelmed. I let out a huge moan as I felt my pee burst out and my throbbing bladder release itself full force into my undies. I could feel a huge uncontrollable stream rush out of me and into my hands, quickly soaking anything in its path and steaming down my legs and onto the ground. I tried to stop, eyes closed and moaning but it was impossible my moans turned into sighs of relief as I felt the pressure rush out of me and the warmth felt quite good, my body shivered with pleasure, it felt so good to pee. Ohhh god ahhhh my head tilted back in ecstasy and my mouth opened. I didn’t want to leave a puddle but I felt every last drop trickle out onto the the ground no matter what I did. I leaned on the wall breathing heavy and enjoying the feeling of relief and then slowly bent down to pick up my keys, now wet. I looked behind me and in the distance our family was heading back. I was so embarrassed and quickly grabbed a large bowl of water to throw on the porch. I was at least fast enough to wash away my pee with water but none the less the wet porch was a dead giveaway and they definitely caught a short glimpse of my soaked dress as I slipped into the bathroom for a shower and change of clothes. My husband asked me about it later when we were alone and comforted me, although he knows this is my fetish so he knew it wasn’t so bad for me. I was still embarrassed about people besides him knowing it happened, but at least they didn’t witness the accident and I had a little fun! Everyone besides my husband pretended nothing happened which I honestly appreciated since that’s less embarrassing, although my mother in law was extra nice to me that night which was very sweet, and I don’t mind her knowing as much since it’s somewhat common for pregnant women. Luckily I didn’t have any other big accidents for the rest of our vacation, I became less secretive about how often I needed to pee because it’s less embarrassing than what happens when I try to hide it! We ended up joking about how often it was and my husbands family was very accommodating and always made sure I had a place to take bathroom breaks wherever we went ❤️ I did have one or two more small leaks just from putting it off, and no one found out about (I think) I started wearing a pad. On our way home I had a large leak from drinking too much water in the car! My need to pee got a lot worse as i got closer to 9 months! Also glad to say we have a healthy baby girl now Thanks if you read the whole story! Sorry for any typos I’m not a professional writer and wrote this in one night, just having fun : ) I may have accidentally said boyfriend and husband interchangeably, we have been married a few months but dated a very long time so it’s funny to transition what I refer to him as!
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