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  1. Hi! I have recently created two interactive pee holding challenges, I thought some of you might like them ;) So the main difference to many others you can find online is that they are using flash player to control the flow of the challenge, so that you cannot skip tasks or do them quicker than a specified time :) And you don't know what is going to be the next one ;) Here are the links (they are hosted on the website called milovana.com, they have this specific software that allows to make these flash 'teases' as they call them there): 1. Pee Holding Challenge this one is pretty straightforward, but it is not easy to finish! 2. Pee Holding Adventure: London this is a harder one, it has more than 50 scenes you may go through and a rather windy storyline, so in principle you might get to the toilet very quick or it may take you ages ;) It all depends on your choices and luck! I hope you will enjoy these! JJ
  2. holditin

    A Policewoman Piss

    Collie Winters walked into the Newport County Police Station one July afternoon, ready for her first day at her new job. Months of training had been successfully completed, and Collie was ready to become the newest member of the Newport County Police Department. All she had to do was fill out a few pieces of formal paperwork tonight, and tomorrow her on the job training would begin! She strode up to the front desk to introduce herself, but just then a buxom female cop came out from a back room and began talking to the receptionist behind that very desk. “Another day at the office finally done!” the cop told the receptionist, “And not a moment too soon. I’ve been bursting for the pot for hours now.” The receptionist nodded, “I can tell Bev! Looks like you’re about to spring a leak!” She pointed to the woman officer’s lower abdomen, where a distinct bladder bulge could be seen peeking out over the top of her tight black uniform pants. Collie Winters couldn’t help but stare as she saw that bulge. A closeted lesbian, as well as a girl with a very big bladder fetish, Collie was both astounded and incredibly turned on by the sight. She dropped all pretense of walking up to the receptionist and simply continued to look on at the cop’s distended bladder. Her obvious staring did not go unnoticed by the other two women. “Hey Bev,” the receptionist said in a low voice, “I think you’ve found an admirer. Poor girl’s been salivating looking at your crotch for the last 30 seconds.” Bev nodded knowingly, replying, “Oh, I don’t think it’s my crotch she’s looking at.” The female cop rubbed her hands over her bladder for a moment, and the receptionist saw Collie twitch with excitement as she did. “Christ, you’re right! She’s in love with your bladder!” The receptionist hissed to Bev. “A girl after my own heart!” Bev agreed with a laugh, “Now watch her after this.” The woman officer walked calmly to the far side of the room, entered a door clearly marked as a female lavatory, and intentionally forgot to shut it. All of a sudden a loud hissing noise began to come from behind the door, as the cop was no doubt experiencing an amazingly relieving piss. Collie could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter, but it wasn’t from pee. Her face also turned beet red as she noticed the receptionist staring at her, and Collie quickly went up to her and began asking for the proper forms to fill out. Bev’s torrent continued unabated while Collie received the forms, and she was so weak at the knees that she could barely walk to a chair to sit and begin working on the forms. In fact, Bev’s stream might have continued until after Collie was done with the paperwork, except for the fact that the girl was unable to properly concentrate with the clattering sound of pee jetting into the side of the toilet bowl coming mere feet from her. After what seemed like an age to Collie but was probably a good five minutes, the sound finally trickled to a halt and the cop came out of the lavatory. She bade the receptionist a good night, walked past Collie, almost didn’t acknowledge her, but then turned and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, rookie,” before leaving out the door. It took Collie Winters a very long time to complete the papers. The next morning at 7 am sharp, Collie Winters arrived at the station for her first day of training. With a glint in her eye, the receptionist told the girl that she’d be paired up with Beverly Johansson, an experienced female officer whom would surely teach the girl everything she needed to know. Collie gulped in surprise and excitement, wondering if it was indeed the same “Bev” from the previous evening. She needn’t have worried, as just then Bev herself walked into the station and approached her. “Seems they’ve got me showing you the ropes, kid. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Here, drink this and meet me by my squad car in 10 minutes. You can’t miss it. It’s the only one parked out back.” Beverly Johansson handed the new recruit a large coffee from a carrier she was holding. Three remained on it, and Beverly next passed one of them out to the receptionist. “See you soon,” the cop said, going into a back room with the remaining two coffees. Precisely 9 and a half minutes later the women reconvened at Beverly’s squad car. “Get in,” Beverly said, popping open the doors, and Collie sat down in the passenger seat. She noticed that Beverly still had the two coffees, and the officer placed both of them in between the seats and took her place behind the wheel. The confident copper picked up one of the coffees and promptly drained it, chugging for 30 seconds until it was empty, then tossed the container in the back. “Alright, we’ve got some different areas we need to hit today, so let’s get going.” Beverly said, peeling out of the parking lot. They went to a nearby parking lot and Officer Johansson showed Collie all the different radios and switches present on the inside of the squad car, all the while sipping at the second coffee. By 8 am they had gone over everything, and Beverly’s second coffee container now sat empty and crumpled in the backseat with the first. Naturally this meant it was time to stop at the local donut shop before continuing, and Beverly got three more coffees there, offering Collie one of them. She politely declined, never having been the biggest coffee drinker, and Officer Johansson replied, “Suit yourself,” and began working on her 3rd coffee of the day. After patrolling the streets for 2 hours, Beverly Johansson had finished all three large coffees, bringing her total for the day to 5. Collie was impressed, and was trying to keep her excitement about the predicament they would surely be causing the older woman’s bladder at bay. Beverly seemed to be on the same page, and addressed the issue that was on both of their minds, “Ok rookie. Now you’ll notice that I’ve drank a lot so far today. I like to keep myself properly hydrated throughout the course of the day, keep my energy up, the like. But one thing that I do not like to do, and that we certainly will not be doing, is making any pit stops. Catch my drift? Our male comrades may be able to just whip it out and take a twenty second stop at the side of the road, but you’ve gotta be extra tough to be a female cop. Luckily I’m very well-trained in this area, and all those coffees won’t be causing me any problems. But if you can’t hold it as well, you might find yourself doing a lot of leg crossing on this job.” “Sounds like you’ve got a bladder of steel,” Collie ventured nervously. She awaited the older cop’s response, and Beverly did not disappoint. “You’re right about that, kid. You know, my mother always used to joke that I should have been a banker, cause my bladder is like my own personal vault. It’s just that it holds gold liquid instead of gold bars. But make no mistake about it. Whether it’s working multiple shifts back to back, staying up all night, or being in an hours-long stakeout, my bladder remains shut.” They continued on for the rest of the day, with Beverly giving Collie a rundown of this and that, but all the while the older officer seemed to have a beverage attached to her. Whether it was the two sodas at their lunch stop or the four bottles of water in the afternoon, Beverly Johansson knew how to put away her drinks. And she was just as well-trained as she claimed to be, as Collie watched the waistband of Beverly’s pants get tighter and tighter throughout the day, her bladder expanding to outrageous proportions to contain all the liquid the cop had consumed. Finally at 6 at night, the squad car pulled into the police station’s parking lot, signaling the end of their shift. Beverly patted her bulging abdomen, telling the girl, “Now, there’s two things that make it a good day at the office for me. Getting to stretch my legs now that we’re done, and getting to take a good piss. Pees are something that middle school girls are desperate for 3 or 4 times a school day - tinkles if you will. But what I’m about to take is a policewoman piss.” With that, the two women entered the station, and Beverly made her way to the lavatory, distended abdomen and all, and, after chatting with the receptionist for a few minutes, took another of her 5 minute wets. The sound of it made Collie desperate to go herself, for she had not had one all day either and was starting to really need it, despite not having nearly as much to drink as the veteran cop, but she resisted the urge and decided to wait until she returned home, so that she could enjoy her full bladder a bit longer. This became a routine during the next month. Collie continued training under Beverly, learning the tricks of the trade, and all the while the older cop drank liters of fluid, kept from using the bathroom all day while out and on the job, and pissed gushers upon returning to the station. Once, near the end of their shift, Beverly had even chased down a petty thief with a swollen bladder. Due to the distraction, they ended up back at the station a half hour later than usual that night, and consequently Beverly’s piss took 5 and a half minutes instead of the usual 5. To Collie, every day at work became the epitome of excitement, watching Beverly consume huge quantities of beverages and refuse to stop for the bathroom, even when her protruding melon of a bladder made it quite obvious that she would enjoy a pit stop. But Beverly never appeared desperate to rid herself of her long-held waters, even the day she chased down that thief. And it made Collie sick with curiosity. She had to know the limit of her Beverly Johansson’s bladder! Finally it became too much for the young trainee to take. Regardless of the consequences, she had to know. And so one Sunday morning at 7 am Collie entered the Newport County Police Station with a pair of large coffees. One was for her, the other for Beverly. One was a regular coffee, but the other contained in it two dissolved diuretic pills. Collie gulped nervously as she saw Beverly come in a few minutes later, already clutching her carrier of four coffees, but there was no turning back for her now. “I got you some coffee, in case you wanted some extra,” Collie offered, gesturing to the diuretic-filled container. “Hey thanks! I knew you were useful for something,” Beverly joked. She gave one coffee from her carrier to the receptionist before replacing the empty spot with the tainted coffee. As she went into her office to prepare for the day, the female cop picked a coffee and began to drink, and Collie was astounded to note that it was the diuretic-filled one that she chose first! Collie was almost sweating with anticipation for the day to come, and couldn’t believe her plan had come together so easily, and without any sort of a hitch. Could the stubborn lady officer wait until the end of her shift as usual with the powerful diuretics making her kidneys pump ever-more liquid into her expansive bladder, or would she finally crack under the strain and take a pee while out? Collie honestly didn’t know, but she couldn’t wait to find out. They entered the squad car 15 minutes later to begin their day. Collie sipped delicately at her coffee, while Beverly had already drained two and was beginning a third. As they pulled out of the station, the young trainee made sure to get a lasting glance at Beverly’s midsection, to get a baseline to gauge her bladder’s progress throughout the day. It was slim and firm, but Collie knew that wouldn’t last. Their day continued as normal for a while, with Beverly Johansson gulping down her fourth coffee by 8:30 am and stopping for 2 more at the local donut shop. By 10 am the thirsty officer of the law had finished a total of 6 large coffees, including one laced with bladder-pumping diuretics, and the bulge of her bladder was obvious through her uniform. Still, it did not look much larger than normal, and Beverly was obviously showing no signs of having a problem holding the load. Collie was getting disheartened. Perhaps the diuretics hadn’t affected Beverly’s bladder at all. But as the hours progressed, it became clear that this was not the case. Beverly Johansson’s bladder began ballooning at a rapid rate as 11 am and noon came and went, and as the two women stopped for lunch at 1 pm, Collie couldn’t help but notice that Beverly’s bladder seemed as large as it was when she would relieve herself at the end of her shift. The experienced cop had shown no signs of the urge while in the squad car, but once out and on break for lunch, she finally commented, “Man, that coffee really went through me today! Feels like I’ve drunk twice as much as normal!” Collie nodded, but inside her mind was whirring as she realized there was a flaw in her plan. They had stopped at a local fast food joint for lunch, and of course there was nothing stopping Beverly from simply using the bathroom there, letting the diuretic fill her up again, and taking her normal pee after her shift. Collie desperately wanted to see her strong, commanding superior officer stretch herself to her limits, but at present Beverly Johansson had a way out…if she chose to use the fast food restaurant’s bathroom, that is. True to herself, Beverly ordered a large drink with her meal and began sucking it down. Collie marveled at the fact that she would still do that despite her growing pee need, and they ate their meals in relative silence. When they had finished, Beverly put her empty cup down and patted her stiff, firm abdomen, then asked her trainee, “My word, what was in that coffee you gave me, anyway? Did you spike it with something?” Collie’s face blanched immediately. All her color drained away as she realized she’d been found out. Beverly had known all along about the diuretic, had played her game, and now she was calling Collie out on it. Collie took a deep breath and began readying an apology in her head…and then Beverly continued, “What’s wrong with you? Haha I was only joking. Calm down kiddo. You gotta loosen up a little! I’d loosen up too, but then I might just be sitting on a wet squad car seat before we’re done.” It took Collie a second to realize what Beverly had said, and another second for her to begin breathing again, but slowly but surely she discovered that she had not been found out, and that she was not about to be thrown out of the force. She smiled nervously and asked Beverly, “Gee, is it really that bad? You don’t need to use the bathroom here, do you?” Collie knew this question was a gamble. On one hand, she was putting the idea of using the restaurant’s bathroom squarely in Beverly’s mind, but on the other, she was saying it in a way that almost issued a challenge – one that she hoped Beverly’s pride wouldn’t allow her to back down from. Beverly waved her hand absentmindedly, replying, “Naw, I’ve been in tough situations before, I’ll be fine. Probably just in my head anyway. I haven’t drank any more than usual.” Collie nodded in response, and soon the two women made their way back to the squad car. Soon the clock hit 2 pm, and by then Collie thought that Beverly had to be second guessing her decision not to pee in the restaurant. Her bladder was positively swollen now, the lower hem of her uniform top straining to contain it. The well-conditioned officer hadn’t made mention of her need again since they’d returned to patrolling the streets in the car, but Collie thought she was sitting much stiffer than before. Her strong legs were staying close together at all times. Collie knew a flood was building up inside Beverly’s strong bladder, but Beverly Johansson still gave no indication that she was going to let that flood break free any time soon. They had just turned onto a side street when a voice came over the radio. “Attention all officers! We have a hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield Street and Pleasant Avenue! I repeat, hostage situation at the corner of Smithfield and Pleasant! All officers report immediately!” Instantly Beverly Johansson lept into action. The car squealed to a halt, and Beverly turned it on a dime and floored the accelerator. The siren blared as they sped to the scene. Collie was trying hard not to freak out, but the enormity of the situation was getting to her. Hostages?! All units needing to report?! It sounded very serious, and all thoughts of Beverly’s expanding bladder were forgotten. In ten minutes they were there. The scene of the crime was the town’s bank. Squad cars were coming in seemingly every second. The road had already been cordoned off, and Collie thought there had to be nearly 20 officers on the scene. Beverly parked her car in line with the others, surrounding the bank’s front (and only) exit. Then she scanned the sea of officers, found who she was searching for, got out of the car, and went to talk to a greying man of about 50. Collie knew from her orientation that the man was their Chief of Police Jeff Ryerson, but she’d never actually spoken to him. Ryerson and Johansson spoke for a minute before Beverly came back to Collie and the car. “Ok kid, here’s your first taste of big league action,” Beverly told her, “There are gunmen in there, three of em. They’ve got about 30 people holed up in there, and of course they’re threatening to blow them to bits one by one unless we let them out of the bank with 10 million dollars. I’m all for just going in, calling the bluff of those rat bastards, and hauling them out one by one, but Ryerson’s the boss, and he can’t afford to take that chance. So he’s called in the hostage negotiator, which means until things get sorted, we stay put. The building stays surrounded until those cruddy robbers realize what they’re up against.” Trying not to shake with fear, Collie nodded and sat back down in their squad car. She didn’t think she was ready for this sort of thing, but the battle-hardened vet Beverly Johansson seemed as prepared as ever. She sat down next to Collie, pulled a bottle of water from under the seat, and began to drink. “So…what do we do until they decide to give up?” Collie asked her. Beverly just gave her a smirk. “We wait.” For the first hour of the hostage crisis, Collie Winters was hopped up on adrenaline. For the second hour, she was going out of her mind with boredom. The hostage crisis had certainly sounded exciting, and Collie realized there were lives at stake, but playing the waiting game was driving her crazy. The negotiator had arrived on scene and spoken with the robbers, but so far no progress had been made other than the fact that no one had been shot yet. All in all, Collie was ruing the fact that there was nothing she could do to contribute besides sitting in the musty squad car, twiddling her thumbs until the time came for the baddies to get arrested. By 5 pm she was nearly climbing the walls, but then Collie noticed something. Beverly Johansson, who had been sitting stoically next to her this entire time, now had her legs crossed. And Collie thought it was her imagination at first, but after prolonged staring she realized that her trainer was actually rubbing her legs together as well! All the thoughts of filling Beverly’s mammoth bladder came flooding back to the teenager, and she began to feel both incredibly guilty and incredibly turned on. Beverly’s outstanding composure had kept Collie from seeing her full bladder agony all this time, but finally she was beginning to give in to her urge and fight it openly. Collie sat for 15 more minutes in silence, but Beverly could not keep her legs still. Collie had to say something, for the tension that was building inside her at the thought of how full Bev’s bladder was becoming was getting to be too much for the young officer-in-training to take. “You ok?” she managed meekly, directing her gaze at her superior’s thighs, now in constant motion. “Me? Erm…yeah, just trying to stay focused. I feel like I’ve got to piss a bloody quart though. I think it’s because this is when our shift is normally done, so my mind is playing tricks on me, but still, damn, I’ve never had to go this bad on the job before.” If there was one thing Beverly Johansson was not, it was prudish, and Collie thanked her lucky stars that the older woman was admitting and talking about her need so freely. However, the level of sexual excitement building in Collie also made it difficult for her to focus on responding. It was a full minute before she replied, “A gallon.” Beverly turned towards her, “What?” Collie smiled a little as she repeated, “A gallon. You said you need to piss a quart, but personally I’m sure you’re holding a gallon in there.” The girl had looked in Beverly’s eyes briefly, but 95% of her attention was now being paid to the lady cop’s jutting, bursting abdomen. Surely the diuretics were working overtime to fill such a cavernous space. Beverly paused for a moment, then began to laugh, softly at first, but then growing in intensity, “Hahahahaha, kid, you are something else. I like the way you think. A gallon indeed!” Beverly continued to belly laugh until abruptly stopping, squeezing her legs tightly together as she did and wincing in pain. After a few seconds, she recovered and said, “Maybe that’s enough with the jokes for now. I don’t know how much laughter I can handle at a time like this.” And so the waiting game continued. 6 pm stretched into 7, which stretched to 8, and all the while Beverly’s bladder did more stretching than the cop surely thought was possible. Collie was downright amazed by Beverly’s ability to withstand the pain of her aching organ, as well as to have the muscle control to hold her flood inside, even as it grew in volume with each passing minute. The tough woman officer’s composure had slowly been whittling away as the evening wore on. Crossed legs and shaking thighs at 5 pm had given way to a more curled up, elbows on her knees position by 6:30, which had transitioned to more rapid thigh-shaking. By 8 pm, Beverly was fanning her legs desperately and more often than not holding three fingers to her crotch. She’d also been forced to undo the top button of her uniform pants. The embarrassment she’d felt from this had made her put it off for hours, Beverly had confided to Collie just after popping the button free, but her bulging bladder had reached a stage where it needed the extra room or it would blow. Collie watched in awe, lulled by her sexual haze, as Beverly craned her neck in vain, hoping for some action to put an end to this torturous stakeout. “You know when I last took a piss, kid?” Beverly’s voice snapped Collie to attention. “What?....” was all the girl was able to manage. Being face to face with a sweaty, iron-bladdered dream woman in closed quarters was taking away her ability to string together sentences. “I asked if you knew when I last took a piss. But of course you don’t know. I just felt like telling you. Maybe the thought of how long it’s been will give me the strength to keep from flooding my patrol car.” Beverly said through gritted teeth, though she managed a smirk at that last comment. She continued, “It was before I fell asleep. 9 pm. I haven’t taken a piss in nearly a full freaking day! Can you believe that? Hell, I always knew I had some serious capacity, but I’m even impressed by that.” Collie was sure she responded with something semi-witty, because after she had finished speaking Beverly gave a little laugh through her bladder pain, but the younger girl had no idea what words had come to her lips. She was too busy ogling her superior’s sweaty, breathtaking abdominal bulge. Beverly gave a moan of agony from her state of pure bladder fullness, and then they both heard it. The radio, which had been silent for hours as the negotiator tried to work some magic with the gunmen, crackled to life. “All units, move in! Repeat, all units, move in! Negotiations have failed. We’re going in!” Quick as a flash Beverly Johansson had her gun in hand and was out of her squad car. Collie scrambled to follow suit, and she came around the rear of the squad car so that she was behind the experienced officer. All told, it appeared as though all 20 or thereabouts officers were converging on the bank’s front entrance. Surveillance of the bank had revealed that the gunmen had managed to rig every other entrance with low grade explosives, but evidently they had been too busy with the hostages to rig the most important doors of all. Officers began pouring through the front doors after blowing off the locks, with Beverly and Collie near the end of the pack. That owed more to Beverly being unable to take large steps than due to any hesitation she had about going into battle. Collie, on the other hand, refused to move from behind her trainer. Not only was she afraid for what lay ahead, but she was also worried that she had sabotaged Beverly by plying her with so many diuretic-laden drinks. How could such a trivial experiment have gone so wrong?!? The two women made their way through the dimly lit bank corridors. The hostage takers had had the forethought to shoot out all the lights. Every minute or two a few shots would ring out, but the police officers were clearly winning the fight. Collie saw one injured perp get dragged from the scene as the officers overpowered him, then a second. The last criminal was holed up in the second level of the bank, but he apparently had the hostages locked there with him, so getting to him would be a struggle. Beverly and Collie approached the main staircase, flanking the rest of the officers. Ryerson, the police chief, was speaking in low tones to another officer as they plotted out a strategy to take down the final intruder. Suddenly, shots rang out! The policemen scattered. Collie dove for cover, ending up behind a wall on the other side of the staircase entrance. Then she heard a groan. Looking to her right, Collie saw Beverly hunched over, hands clasped against her lower belly. Collie frantically glanced around. Only she and Beverly had dove to this side. All the remaining officers were behind the wall on the opposite side of the staircase, and before she could yell for help, they began rushing up to the second level, determined to take out the final hostage taker. Collie crawled over to Beverly. “Oh my gosh, are you hurt??? I’ll get someone…I’ll…” Beverly shushed her and slowly removed her hands. To Collie’s great relief, there was no blood, only Beverly’s behemoth of an abdomen. “Fuck, it hurt so much to dive over here. I landed straight….on my bladder.” The veteran officer breathed shakily. Her hands continued to rub the stretched skin that surrounded her aching bladder. Then Beverly squeezed her legs tight to fight off a spasm against her weakening sphincter. It seemed to take all of her resolve to remain dry as she squatted down against the wall. She pulled Collie close and whispered, “Where did everyone else go?” Collie motioned to the staircase. “They went for the gunman.” Beverly regarded this for a second before moaning in pain once more. She regained her composure, barely, legs spazzing and fanning with reckless abandon as she fought to control her bladder muscles for a few moments more. “They all left for the second floor?” Beverly asked shortly, taking quick breaths now. It seemed to Collie as if she was clenching every muscle in her body every second or two to remain in control of her overworked sphincter. Collie peered out, saw no one, and nodded that they were alone. “But, why?” she asked her superior officer. Beverly let out her loudest groan yet as more bladder spasms ripped through her, then replied quietly, “Because I need to take a piss and I’m going to do it right here!” She grabbed at the sides of her uniform pants and began to tug them down. Collie’s eyes widened at the thought of the flood that she was about to witness. It was sure to eclipse every piss she’d ever heard Beverly take after a shift, and the young trainee was going to see it all firsthand! At that moment, there was one final burst of gunfire, and then officers began jogging back down the steps. Beverly frantically pulled her uniform pants back up, still unrelieved. There was a look of pure terror in her eyes as she realized that she was no longer alone, and no longer able to do the thing that her body had been screaming at her to do for hours now. With as much composure as she could muster, Beverly Johansson marched back into line with the rest of the officers, Collie just behind her, having just cut off the piss of her life before it had even started. The officers exited the bank, Ryerson at the tail end with the bloodied and battered final gunman in handcuffs. The freed hostages followed, bellowing with joy. Some of the police stayed to clean up the scene and get information from the hostages, but Collie and Beverly were not among them. They had already been kept for hours past their allotted shift time, and thankfully Ryerson simply wished them a good night as they strode past him and to their squad car. Beverly was doing her best to keep her stoic front as she got to the car, but Collie knew better. The woman was keeping her bladder controlled by the final remnants of her willpower and sphincter strength, nothing more. Her composure was hanging by a thread. They entered the car and Beverly immediately began clutching herself hard between her legs. “Fuck!....I should have pissed there while I had the chance! I can’t hold it! I need to piss somewhere, anywhere!” Beverly was grinding her ass into the seat and bouncing up and down as she held on. Collie could tell Bev was pushing past any limits the veteran cop thought she had. She was entering uncharted waters, and if she wasn’t careful, those waters would be all over the seat of her car. “Do you want to go back to the station?” Collie asked, loving every second of Beverly’s plight but also not wanting the woman to embarrass herself. Beverly shot her a crazy look, “No way, it’s too far! I’ll never make it! There’s gotta be a restaurant with an open bathroom around here! Let’s just go! I really can’t wait!” With that, the lady cop pried one hand from her crotch, put it on the wheel, put the squad car in drive, and hastily pulled out of the bank parking lot and onto the main road. Her knees were knocking together and the car’s speed was sputtering because she needed to bounce her foot instead of keeping it steadily on the gas pedal. Desperately Beverly’s eyes careened from one side of the road to the other and back, searching for an open restaurant, bar, store, anything with a toilet so that she could relieve herself. Closed, closed, closed, everything they went past was closed for the night. Beverly yelled in dismay as the search grew fruitless. Then, at the end of the block, she spotted a building with its lights still on. The female cop stepped down on the gas, sped in front of it, and performed the best parallel park job Collie had ever seen from someone who was clearly not focusing even an iota on making sure the car was aligned with the sidewalk. Beverly steeled herself as the car stopped, rubbed her mammoth abdomen in a vain attempt to calm it down, put her hand over her vagina once more, and then finally exited the car with shaking steps. Collie watched from the passenger’s seat. Beverly made her way unsteadily to the front door of the restaurant, but as she reached it, the owner came out to put out the closed for the night sign. The windows were up, so Collie couldn’t hear too well, but she saw Beverly gesturing frantically towards the door, then to her crossed legs, but the store manager wouldn’t budge. He shook his head at her and pointed her back to the squad car. Beverly stamped her feet in dismay, pee dancing on the spot, trying to find some way to convince the man to let her inside to use their toilet. He continued to shake his head, so in a last ditch effort Beverly lifted her top just enough for him to see the all-encompassing fullness of her bladder, then reached out and took his hand, placing it on her bulge. Collie managed to catch the words, “See?! It’s hard as a rock, you motherfucker! Now let me in there to piss it out!” because Beverly shrieked them at a higher pitch than Collie had ever heard from her before, but the owner of the restaurant held his ground. Slumping her head in defeat, Beverly pee danced back to the squad car, shaking with anger, dismay, and desperation, and sat down in the driver’s seat, her hand now balled up into a fist and jammed into her crotch to keep her waters at bay. “Where now?” Collie asked. It was all she could think of to say as she watched her normally cool and composed superior officer fight the battle of her life with her iron, hurting bladder. “Can’t…..hold…..it…..” Beverly grunted, face red with the effort she was putting into clenching herself shut. Collie looked at her and saw a defeated woman, a woman who had dared to think about peeing on the floor of a public building while her comrades continued to do their jobs, a woman who begged an arrogant business owner to use his facilities because she couldn’t hold it anymore, a woman who was done in by a simple diuretic in her morning coffee, and Collie realized that she couldn’t have that. She needed Beverly to be strong through it all, because that’s where the attraction lay for her. If Beverly lost control now, the entire experiment would be for naught. Collie decided to take a risk… “Beverly! Dammit, Bev! You’ve held it for this long! Don’t lose it now! Where can you go? Think! Do you live close to here?!” Collie shouted desperately at the twitching, vibrating woman sitting next to her, overcome with bladder agony. Beverly took a moment to acknowledge Collie, even as she yelled, but then turned to face her slightly and nodded, almost imperceptibly, to say that yes, her home was near their current location. “Then drive home! For the love of God, drive home and piss in your own toilet!” Collie didn’t know if such a stern approach would work with Bev’s bladder and psyche in such a fragile state, but then the older woman put the car back in drive and began speeding off down the main road, and Collie could only hope that her superior’s home was near. Five minutes later the squad car screeched to a halt in front of Beverly Johansson’s fine estate. Collie exited the car quick as a flash, determined not to miss any of what she was most certainly about to witness, and still Beverly, in her breathtaking desperation, managed to beat her out of the car. The lady cop was hobbling to her front door, moaning incoherently from the strain her heavy balloon of a bladder was being placed under. Beverly stopped at her front door, nearly popped right then and let loose on her doormat, and then summoned the last of her courage and bladder fortitude to double cross her legs, squat low to keep control, and finally get the key in the lock and open her door. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” the veteran officer was mumbling to herself as she tap danced towards her bathroom, Collie following her every step of the way. They turned down one hallway, then another, and finally the bathroom was in sight. With a scream of joy, Beverly Johansson threw herself into her bathroom, tore her uniform pants down so quickly that they ripped, sat on her toilet, and let loose an amazing torrent of boiling, agonizing piss. Collie took one millisecond to steal a glance at a clock hanging on the wall to confirm that it was 9 pm, meaning that Beverly’s loud, hissing load that was currently streaming into the salvation of the toilet bowl had been contained inside of her for exactly 24 hours, diuretic and all. How Beverly Johansson had managed that, the young trainee would never know, and by the looks of things Beverly couldn’t believe it herself. She just kept rubbing the bulge in her abdomen, which remained impressive in size even after two minutes of splattering pee had emptied from it. Her bladder had been taxed to its max and survived, if only just. As Beverly’s long piss reached its fourth minute without showing a sign of stopping, Collie became aware of her own pressing need. While she hadn’t drank nearly as much as the veteran cop or had the added pressure of the diuretics, Collie had been without a restroom for 15 hours, and her well-trained bladder was suddenly beginning to rebel. Collie looked at Beverly, looked back at her own bladder bulge, looked at Beverly again, still sitting on the toilet in complete bliss, and decided that one more risk was in order. Without hesitation, Collie Winters sat down on top of Beverly’s thighs, facing the older woman and pressed up right against her, then released her own flood of pee in between both of their legs and into the toilet, where it mixed with Beverly’s still-emanating stream. Collie’s hiss was forceful in its own right, though clearly nothing compared to Beverly’s torrent. Beverly nearly got up and threw Collie off of her, but in a last ditch effort, the younger girl moved in and kissed her, passionately and with nothing but unmitigated desire. For five full seconds Beverly did not kiss back. She did not pull away or push Collie off, but she did not respond in kind. Then, as Collie breathed a mental sigh of relief to go with her physical one, Beverly gave in, melted into her arms, and kissed back firmly, both women seated on a single toilet, relieving a day’s worth of stress, tension, and most importantly, piss. Collie groped Beverly’s breasts gently while Bev’s hands went to Collie’s ass, and as both women moaned with pleasure, their pees finally ended, Collie’s after 3 minutes and Beverly’s after an astounding 7 minutes total. The women looked deeply into each other’s eyes, and Collie told her strong lady cop, “Now that, I’d say, was a policewoman piss.” Beverly smiled, chuckled, and gave her a sultry look. “Come on,” she replied, moving to get up while still holding on to Collie, “My bedroom is this way.”
  3. Kraftwerk

    Snowpants Wetting

    Yo, Phil here. How does everyone here feel about wetting snowpants or reading about others doing it? Obviously, you can wear a variety of different types of pants, if any, under your snowpants. And the best part? — no one can know you're wetting. It's just the warm, nice, feeling without any of the worry. And boy is that great during the freezing winter months!! Have any of you tried this before? Heard of anyone else? If not, it is of my utmost recommendation.
  4. I am a man of almost 40 years old. I remember having a pee fetish since I was a child. I have always been fascinated by girls (and later women) desperate to pee and peeing their pants. I also like to see women peeing in general. I have also experienced in holding and desperation myself. If I'm home alone I still like to delay going to pee until I get really desperate. I do however not wait until I lose control. It just gets too uncomfortable after some time and honestly, I don't like the mess it gives. I do not really recall how this fetish started. I do remember a neighbour girl who might have played a part in it. She was my age and when we were 5/6 we used to play a lot on the street or in the garden. Like many children of that age concentrated on playing, she delayed urination until the very last moment. I remember one particular time when she did a little peedance, held her crotch, said that she could n't hold it, lifted her skirt and peed right on the street. Somehow that was really fascinating. Another incident that might have played a role happened when I was 8 years old. I was with my family in a large swimming pool with water slides, a wave pool etc etc. This was at that time a heaven for me; I had just learned how to swim and was really a big fan of waterslides. I remember that I had to pee really bad and that it got worse and worse, but I did n't want to leave the fun at the waterslides. It also felt kind of naughty and 'in control' to have to pee so bad and still not go. And maybe I realised that my (swimming) pants were already wet anyway, so what was the risk? I remember that the urge went away for a while and that there was just this uncomfortable feeling of being very full under the belly. That seemed bearble. All of a sudden, when I was in the queue for a water slide, the urge came back and hit me very, very strong. It was as if my bladder started to contract. I used every muscle I could to hold back a flow, but I realised that this was a losing battle. A few spurts escaped. At that time, I was already on the stairs on my way up to the waterslide. There was really no easy turning back. I concentrated on holding and tried to move myself in a position that would give some comfort to my swollen and now very impatient bladder that all of a sudden had a will of its own. A few more spurts escaped; basically I was simply peeing myself but nobody seemed to notice because there was wetness and water all over the place. Again I regained control but I also felt that I was just buying time and that my bladder was preparing for much more to come. When it was my time for the water slide, I sat down and immediatly started to pee.. well, like a racehorse. It was unstoppable. I started to slide and was still peeing. Basically it now felt legitimate, nobody would notice anyway. I was still peeing when I was downstairs and even delayed coming out of the water to finish. I then knew that my bladder had a limit that I had to respect. It also sort of increased my pee fetish and I started to be more aware of when other people (especially girls) had to go. For a long time I thought this fetish was very rare... but hey, someone invented the internet and thanks to that I found out here's many more of me out there..
  5. I was just wondering, what position makes you have the most accidental leaks? I'm interested to hear about both male and female experiences. Some things to think about: What position is it hardest to hold it in? Does temperature make a difference? What about clothes (tight, loose)? Is it harder to stop a leak in public or in private? Do you have to keep moving or hold still to prevent leaking? Thoughts like these just bounce around in my head all day :)
  6. Hello. I've decided to post about the amazing omorashi experience I had today. NOTE: I'm asexual and I'm not into sexual/foreplay stuff. While I can't tell you what to do (hey, this is your site and it's a free country), I would prefer that any responses to me and my experience not be "sexual" in nature. (i.e. I would prefer "I enjoyed the story" or "The story was boring" or "Have you ever tried wetting in a skirt?" to "That made me horny.") I don't and can't respond to sexual comments like a person who isn't asexual, so it's a waste of time and energy. Thanks in advance. On to my story: I'm obsessed with the idea of uncontrollably wetting/peeing oneself, so since I was alone at home today, I decided to try to do that. I have been reading a lot of accidental wetting experiences and something I've noticed is that caffeine/diuretics are often a huge factor in them. I've also been reading about how caffeine irritates the bladder, causes bladder spasms, causes incontinence, etc. So, I've been experimenting with caffeine recently instead of just drinking water. However, even though caffeine made me desperate very quickly, I was still not able to make myself pee myself. I'd only start uncontrollably peeing after I deliberately made myself release pee first. The closest I got to peeing myself was earlier this week (however, I was only able to dribble a little bit and then my bladder stopped releasing urine. I decided to just pee the rest of it out since I was already slightly wet and my bladder was uncomfortable). Anyways, I started drinking water at around 2 PM today. (I also drank a chocolate nutrition shake so that I could have some food/calories/nutrients inside of me) Unfortunately, because of the greasy food I ate yesterday and the fact that a lot of water always moves my bowels, I had to keep extending my holding and wetting time on account of having to poop. At 3:50 PM, I drank half of a drink called SK energy shot (bought a 6-pack from Walmart) which gave me about 140 mg of caffeine. Finally, at around 5:50 PM, I was ready to hold. I thought about wetting between 7:30 PM - 8:00 PM. I continued to drink water and at around 6:40 PM, I downed the rest of my SK energy shot (giving my body a total of 280 mg of caffeine). I was starting to get super desperate, so I put a black trash bag on the carpet, put two Depend disposable underpads (these are really good; I found them at Walmart, too) on top of the bag, and changed into my green undies, purple shirt, bright red sweatpants and some old white tennis shoes that I was planning on throwing away (I've never wet in shoes before, so I wanted to try something new.) By 7:00 PM, I had drunk slightly over 1500 ml of water and I was feeling full so I stopped drinking and took a brief break to walk around and make myself burp/feel less full. My bladder was doing that thing where it was so full of lightweight urine that it was numb. I have the kind of bladder where the more I drink, the tighter everything gets, making it hard to even make myself pee. Nonetheless, because I was so full of pee, my lower parts were automatically clenching up. I deliberately relaxed my sphincter muscles to see if I could make some pee dribble out. Nothing happened. I knew I needed to pee, but I realized that an uncontrollable wetting was not going to happen and I would just wait until 7:30 PM and pee myself then. However, I suddenly had an idea. I decided that I would open a new SK energy shot, drink a little bit of it, and see if that could cause me to accidentally pee myself. I was kind of concerned about that because I don't want to get too much caffeine (I've read that one shouldn't go over 400 mg of caffeine per day and I would be getting close to that amount in such a short amount of time), but I thought "Fuck it." I decided to stand on my underpads "just in case" (I wasn't expecting to uncontrollably pee myself, but I always get on the underpad when I have to pee really bad and it's close to my designated wetting time), I hit "Record" on my camera, and I finished drinking my water bottle. At 7:10 PM, I opened a bottle of the SK energy shot and started to take very small sips of the stuff. I'd take a tiny sip, put the bottle down. Take a tiny sip, put the bottle down. I was like, "Huh. Nothing's happening. Maybe it'll all hit me later." I took one more tiny sip. I had the bottle in my hand and I started to space out a little bit when I felt warm liquid pouring out of my nether regions. It took a second or two for me to realize that I was full on peeing myself. "Oh my god I'm peeing myself!" I thought. I was in shock. I was so thankful that I had decided to stand on the underpads just in case! Like, even if I had been standing right next to my underpads, I would have accidentally made a small puddle on the carpet before hopping onto the underpads. (It would have been exciting while it was happening, but not afterwards). I was peeing a fast and steady stream. I could see the pee hitting my white shoes and making a larger and larger stain on the underpads. Because I hadn't been expecting to actually wet myself, my legs were pressed together so I couldn't really see the pee coming out of me. I had to open my legs to see the pee coming down. Sadly, the red sweatpants weren't too tight, they absorbed too much pee, and the color wasn't too good for seeing pee, so they made it hard for me to see the pee going down my legs. (Plus, the pee was making the dye come off of the pants and onto the underpads, which made my pee look kind of like it was mixed with blood. Not a fan of that. LOL.) From the time I started peeing, I tried to stop the pee (I like to stop and start the pee.) but it was like the lower half of my body was disabled save my bladder. I was even clenching my hands! 30 seconds in to my peeing, I could feel my sphincter trying to close but my bladder was not having it. It was tired of fighting and just wanted to relax. It was like the energy shot was the final punch my bladder needed to unlock itself. LOL. All this time, I had wondered what it was like to lose control of one's bladder. I didn't "get" how one could just uncontrollably full on wet themselves and not be able to stop peeing and now I knew! I had to have peed for at least 1 minute and I was in absolute bliss at the fact that my bladder had taken control of my body. My favorite part was when I had to put the cap back on my energy drink bottle and set it down on the bed all while still uncontrollably peeing myself. And, of course, the fact that I went from fully dry to fully wet. (I thought that I would spurt a bit before fully wetting. LOL.) Finally, after what felt like at least 60% of the pee in my bladder had left my body, I regained control over my sphincter. I looked down at my pants and it was blatantly obvious that I had peeed myself. I loved it. After I got control over my bladder, I didn't feel really desperate anymore. I did release the rest of the pee, though, and that was fun. I spent the next 30 minutes re-peeing my pants and then I hit the "Stop" button on my camera and cleaned up. After that, I watched the recording on my camera. As I alluded to above, unfortunately, I couldn't see much pee when I was uncontrollably wetting because of my stupid pants decision but it was fun to watch myself genuinely surprised that I was peeing myself. I am so elated that I was able to have this experience instead of doing the "pretend wetting" that I always do. I plan to try this again later on this week or next week. Next time, I'm going to wear tight blue or tan jeans/pants/shorts so that I can better feel and see the urine. I'm also going to go shoeless again. I've got to be careful not to get addicted to this. LOL. Thanks for reading.
  7. Hello everyone , Tomorrow I want to hold my piss until I lose it. But I want some ideas of making it more enjoyable ; what I usually do is strip to my briefs watch pee porn of desperate people, I keep drinking a lot of water and coke , I listen to the running sound of water (but this is ineffective to me ) , and after I lose it I masturbate until I cum so hard. What other ideas do you people suggest?
  8. igottago123

    Female Currently Holding It

    I've been holding it since about 7 AM and it is now about 5:22 PM and I kinda have to go. I drank a glass of milk, some water from the water fountain (no idea how much), an arizona, and two large glasses of water when I got home. I'm not desperate, but I'm at the point where I would go if I was on a road trip or something (if I wasn't so turned on by desperation). Hold with me, give me challenges because I have a decently large bladder, etc. Maybe this can turn into a holding contest if I don't get desperate too fast! Essentially the goal of this is that I want to get super super super desperate and eventually wet myself, so again, give me challenges and stuff! Thanks!
  9. MissMiniMe

    Holding contest show

    Ok... I think we all want to see real desperation and maybe some real wettings too . Like japanese or korean pee holding contests. So... I suggested that kind of show to one TV production house in my country. They answered already by email: Good idea, we will see if that could be possible... If we all do that, maybe we will got one shot . Then we´ll share it here... Of course in some countries they cannot show that kind of stuff. But however, production would be cheap. Just one room and group of "wannabe girls". Little like Big Brother show. They will got same kind of sexy sponsor clothes (for example light jeans and tops) where wetting will be obviously seen. Those gals will do some competitions and they drink a lot. As much as all others or drinking could be a punishment. They could play cards for example and looser should drink a full cup or bottle. They can´t touch other girls, but they can talk and tease. Thats real cat fight and good entertainment. You don´t even have to be omorashi lover and you like that kind of show. Wet girls have to leave the room. Of course those competitors could use toilet before they wet themselves, but then they loose. Winner is the one who will be last dry girl in the room. I´m sure some of them would still pee themselves, cause they want to win the game so desperately.
  10. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X07jzs_m3Jo&feature=youtu.be
  11. Sexy Jennifer holding pee double crossing legs. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDuWh2SPoAs
  12. Desperate School Day Amy walked into Odette high school, today was her first day at this new school. She was wearing a floral pastel pink tee shirt with black skinny jeans. She had blonde hair,green eyes, and a petite body. Amy made her way to the school office."Excuse me, I'm new here. Would you happen to have a schedule?" She asked. The office lady nodded and quickly handed her a schedule. "We have a student who will show you around." A nerdy looking guy appeared seemingly out of nowhere and introduced himself. He explained everything to her and walked her to her class. She thanked him and made her way into the classroom, full with students by now. "Ah you must be Amy, I am Mrs. Baines. Please take a seat." The teacher said. Amy took her seat and noticed the students whispering to each other and staring at her. She blushed and took out a textbook for the class and pretended to be reading it. After a few minutes the students seemed to grow bored and began paying attention to the lesson again. Amy breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully this class would go well. A few minutes into the lesson and Amy noticed a strange heaviness in her bladder region. That was strange she had only gone to the bathroom before she came to school. Which wasn't too long ago, she couldn't possibly have to go again. Amy glanced at the clock, wondering when class would be over. What should she do? [Take out a water bottle from her backpack and take a few gulps] [Raise her hand to go to the bathroom] [Other, please specify]
  13. Guys lately I always happen to unexpectedly experience things I didn't know. I'd like to know if this that happened to me yesterday, happened to some of you too. Since I had a lot of free time in the afternoons of last weekend, I decided to give a try to something that a member adviced me some time ago. He told me that if you do a hold everyday for some days in a row, you'll be less good at holding and will tend to leak more everyday. Since my urethra is rather strong and normally I have to get very desperate before starting to have even a little leak, I wanted to try this, obviously taking all the due preventive measures 'cause I have no interest in hurting myself (you don't say, Gnii!). To get desperate I drunk a big glass of water every 15 minutes (which is slightly less than 1liter/hour, I measured it) for 2 up to 4 hours. The first day went as usual, I got very desperate and after a while I started leaking. The second day was kinda fun 'cause as I was told my urethra was weaker and I tended to leak quite more easily. On the third day, I tended to leak VERY easily, before getting even close to as desperate as I normally get. A blow of cold air was enough, to make me leak when my desperation wasn't above a 3 or 4 on a scale of 10. That was interesting. Nevertheless, I had to stop very early, because everytime I approached a decent desperation (like a 6-7) I started to feel a sensation in the rear part of my hips. Guessing that it's the famous kidney pain many people speak about, I peed immediately when I felt it and decided to stop holding. It's strange to me, I never had kidney pain, even when I was ridiculously desperate, why did it happen to me yesterday, when my bladder was not so full after all? Maybe drinking so much for many days in a row stresses the kidneys? I wouldn't call it exactly a pain, actually, it's more a vaguely unpleasant feeling of pressure. Did this ever happen to any of you? I also have the slight sensation, from time to time, to feel that pressure today too, but maybe it's just suggestion and I'm being paranoid, I just hope I didn't harm my kidneys... If any of you knows something useful, please let me know
  14. A Doctor Visit Amy goes to the doctor complaining of bladder problems. A young doctor walks in dressed in a white doctor coat with black slacks. "I am so sorry mam, that it took me so long to get here. Did my nurse take good care of you, miss?" "It is alright, your nurse took very good care of me" Amy says smiling. "Great now what seems to bring you in today? It says on your chart your having bladder issues?" The young doctor says a look of concern on his face. "Ah yes. I am having bladder issues, mainly with holding it. I start to leak before I can make it to the bathroom." She said blushing. "Interesting. Has this been an issue with you previously? How often does this happen?" He asked. "When I was twelve, I had bladder issues. They stopped once I turned 15. Recently it has been happening daily." Amy explained. "We may need to run a few tests on you. Is that okay Amy?" The young doctor asked. "Yes that will be fine, what kind of tests?" She asked. "We would need to test your bladder, to see what seems to happen when you...wet yourself. To do that we would need to give you a pill that will cause your bladder to fill up." The young doctor explained. The young doctor reaches into the pill cabinet and grabs a pill bottle, he pours out one pill onto his hand. He reaches over and places it in Amy's outstretched hand and hands her a cup of water. "Make sure to drink all the water, with the pill." He says. Amy takes the pill and puts it in her mouth, she gulps down all the water with the pill. "Can you tell me a little more about the issues your having?" The young doctor asks. "I'll feel a urge to pee, then I decide to hold it because I normally can. Suddenly it starts slowly leaking out and I can't wait any longer." Amy said. The young doctor observes Amy, then asks "Have you noticed any changes yet? After taking the pill?" Amy shifts on the exam table. "I feel like I drank a lot of water." she says nervously. "Do you mind if I look down there? To make sure everything is alright while we wait?" He asks. "T-that is fine." Amy says nervously. She pulls down her shorts and panties and lies back on the exam table, spreading her legs open. Her bladder feels like a balloon now, she breathes in a shaky breath. The doctor puts on some exam gloves and begins to inspect. "Do you feel like you can hold your bladder more?" The young doctor asks. "I-I'll try." Amy says shakily. Amy suddenly feels pee about to leak out. She tries to hold it back but it leaks out, she gasps. Her legs tense up. The young doctor gets closer to examine further. She feels pee begin to dribble out slowly, she fights to hold it in. "I'm sorry I can't help it." Amy says. "Its okay Amy, I understand if you can't hold it. This is good, I need to see what is happening." He says. Amy feels a unbearable pressure in her bladder and pee begins to spurt out. "Amy let it out, don't hold it for too long." The young doctor says. She manages to stop and hold it in, but only for a few seconds. Her bladder bursts and pee begins to come out in a stream. The doctor leaps back and observes. "Is this normal for you?" He asks. "No, I usually don't go this much. Is it the pill? I felt this sudden unbearable pressure all of a sudden and I couldn't hold back no more." Amy says. "Yes it is the pill. It fills your bladder up to your limit, to test your holding capacity." The young doctor explains. Amy finally stops peeing and sits up. "What's next doctor?" She asks. "I'll prescribe some pills for you to take. These will hopefully help you. But they are still in the testing stages, if you have any side effects don't hesitate to call." He says. Amy gets cleaned up and then gets dressed. "Thank you doctor." She says smiling and then leaves. Hope you enjoyed my story. It is based on a roleplay idea I did with some random person in a chatroom.
  15. holditin

    Female She Can Wait

    Here's my latest story. It's an attempt by me to write a story similar to those by Rexone, for those of you who are familiar with his work. I tried to imitate everything from his characters and dialogue to his writing style. The hold time is fairly extreme, but for those of you (like me) who like that sort of thing, I hope it is a plus. I hope everyone enjoys it! And as always, ideas for future stories are more than welcome! Some time ago I had a fascinating girlfriend named Ebony, not fascinating for her looks (though she was very attractive!), or for her personality (though she was smart, funny, everything I like in a girl), but fascinating for her habit – she would always try her hardest to pee as infrequently as possible. It didn’t matter if she was out in public or by herself in her apartment. When I saw her, Ebony would doubtlessly be putting her habit into effect (and putting her bladder into use) by holding her pee, even when she was obviously desperate to go. I didn’t understand her habit, but it didn’t affect our relationship. She had no problem with me peeing when we were out, in fact she seemed even a bit smug to be able to wait so much longer than I could. And as long as I didn’t have to hold it myself, I didn’t mind if she indulged herself, at least in the beginning. At first when I discovered her pee holding, I was dumbfounded. Then, after doing some googling, I suspected it was for fetish. But she denied this countless times, and I’m sure she was telling the truth. She got no physical pleasure from straining her bladder, but mentally she simply had to be in control of it. There was no real reason for this, she couldn’t think of one even when pressed, but nevertheless Ebony needed to be in total control of the building, burning liquid inside her, no matter how long she’d already contained it for. I couldn’t understand it, but eventually it frustrated me that she continued to hold on when relief was so easy to obtain. Finally I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore. One day we decided to go to a big amusement park together. I picked Ebony up at 8 am sharp outside her apartment, and she looked so sexy! Another thing Ebony followed with fervor was to dress in as tight and restricting clothing as possible, because to her that was as sexy as it gets! So she’d opted for a very tight white t-shirt and skintight jeans…except neither were skintight, because she’d managed to fit them over a restricting black catsuit, one obviously much too small for her hourglass frame. I knew she’d be sweating the moment we got to the park, but this was normal for her, so I didn’t mention that. I did decide to needle her a bit about her feminine needs, however, asking, “My God, honey, you look fantastic! Better than ever! But…how will you take a pee when you need to go at the park? I don’t see a zipper on that catsuit, and anyway it’s much too much of a hassle to take it off to do such things.” Ebony gave me a frown as she told me in no uncertain terms, “Come on now baby. Why do you ask me these questions? Of course I will not need relief when we are out, or at all for that matter! That silly girl need is no need of mine! I let my flood free at midnight, if you must know, so today I will be totally comfortable.” I couldn’t help but scoff at this, “Ebony, I know you are good at controlling yourself, but even you said yourself that you needed a relief last night! I know you will need it again! Just stop this game and pee when you need to!” Now Ebony bristled at me, “Oh why don’t you shut up?! I’m enough of an adult not to need to pee if I don’t want to! So how bout this – not only will I not pee for as long as it takes to convince you I’m above such a trite and silly need, but if my head gets crazy in the heat and I ask you for a bathroom, which I won’t, by the way, because I can control such things, but even if I do, you should tell me no and to hold longer, and I will. I am the master of my bladder, even when it’s bursting, and I’ll prove it to you!” My eyes widened at this challenge, “Well darling I gladly accept, but just so you know, I may take a long time to convince.” But Ebony was resolute, “Then I will hold it a long long time!” As we drove out to the amusement park, I couldn’t help but be happy with how our challenge would surely end up for poor Ebony. Finally I’d prove to her that she had a limit, would cure her of this silly habit, and perhaps she’d be convinced and give it up. All I had to do was make her pee herself, and considering how long Ebony was known to wait, that shouldn’t be much of a problem. We made small talk and spoke about couple’s things for a while, and by 11 am we reached the park. Back on good terms, I opened the car door for her and instantly saw the sweat begin to form on her face as the heat of the day hit her. The latex trap she was wearing would surely make her day as sweaty as could be. “Better drink a lot to make sure you’re not fainting.” I told her, pointing at the sun. “Oh I plan to, don’t worry.” She replied with a confident smile. Damn her confidence was sexy, even when it made her do things I didn’t like! I put my hand on her firm ass and we entered the park. Within minutes Ebony complained of being hungry, so we went to a food stand and bought some lunch. Ebony hemmed and hawed over a drink size until she saw a special promotion on the corner of the display sign. “Monster Chugger – Unlimited Free Refills at any Park Location - $20” “I’ll have the Monster Chugger,” Ebony told the teen running the register. The boy scratched his head and said, “Are you sure? It’s a really bad deal. No one ever finishes it and gets to use the refills. Maybe try a Large instead.” Now Ebony got mad, “I said I want the Monster Chugger and that’s what I want! I’ll drink it all in hours! Don’t even put in ice. I want only my soda in there!” The teen backed off with fear in his eyes and relented. Of course, then Ebony looked at my lovingly, batting her eyes, because I had to actually pay the $20 for the drink. But I swallowed the pain in my wallet and did so, knowing the big drink would help my cause of filling her bladder. I began to get confident that she wouldn’t even make it through the afternoon if the drink was as large as it was claimed. It wasn’t as big – it was bigger. The Monster Chugger was positively enormous. The plastic cup had to be 3 liters in volume, filled to the max with Ebony’s favorite soda. Ebony had to cradle it with two hands as we walked away, but she refused to let me help her out of pride. “Well you may indeed finish that soda,” I began, watching as Ebony beamed at me for taking her side, but I continued, “But only if you make a visit to the restrooms halfway through! There’s no way you can hold that much!” Ebony’s face darkened when she answered me, “You know what, I will hold it all! Sure, some of it will sweat out with these uncomfortable latex things on me, but I’ll just fill it again and keep drinking…….And keep WAITING, once it empties. Trust me, it will empty, but my bladder will stay full.” Once more I told her it wasn’t possible, but now Ebony was through talking. She just put the straw in her mouth and started sucking down soda. We started going on rides and enjoying ourselves, even if Ebony was clearly dying of heat as the sun continued rising. By 1 in the afternoon she’d downed over half her ridiculous soda, and though I’d had just a normal soda, I was feeling the urge to relieve myself. I told Ebony this and she smirked, “Of course, the boy always has to pee first. Go ahead, then, find the bathrooms and let it out.” I managed to return her smirk, “Oh, the boy has to go first? When you say that, that means that the girl has to go at some point too, right?” I playfully patted her bladder area, which felt firm. Ebony didn’t like my response and answered, “Of course not! Just an expression dear. My bladder is still feeling fine, even with 13 hours since my last relief…and many more to come!” We reached the restrooms and she stood defiantly outside them while I hastily peed into the urinal of the men’s room. I exited and we continued riding rides. The day wore on and by 3 pm I was met with a shock. Ebony presented me with her Monster Chugger cup…except it was now totally empty! She had done it. Wiping a bit from her lips, Ebony smiled and asked me sweetly to refill it for her. We found the nearest kiosk and the man behind the desk was more than happy to give us our new soda, but he also chided us, “I’ll bet it took both of you all day to down this, huh?” I was going to let it pass, but Ebony would have none of it, replying, “Actually sir, it was just me that drank it. Yup! I drank it all and haven’t even been to a toilet since!” The man was speechless, so we took the new soda and left, and Ebony began to work on it as well, despite her belly surely being filled already. At 5 in the afternoon I noticed Ebony was trailing behind me. “Honey, what’s keeping you?” I asked. I turned and saw that she was clenching her thighs together briefly. It was clear that the soda was finally starting to affect even her mammoth bladder. I figured Ebony had to be at least 2 liters full in that region, and there was no way her bladder could hold much more! But she straightened up before I could say anything and flashed me another smile. “I am fine, baby! My latex is just becoming uncomfortable, so I had to adjust it. Surely that is ok?” “Of course baby,” I said, pretending to believe her lie. However, an hour later I wasn’t so sure if she was telling the truth or not. Despite walking all over the park, Ebony had made no comments about her bladder and had not stopped again or shown any signs of bursting. Ebony saw me staring and asked what the matter was. “I was going to ask you that!” I replied, “You have drank so much, I was expecting you to become fidgety, but it seems you really are immune to such needs!” My girlfriend’s face shone with pride as she told me, “Yes, see? I can control my needs as much as I want.” “I just hope you can keep controlling…the day is not over yet,” I muttered, but Ebony’s cheeriness would not be undone by my cynicism, “Oh no baby, I told you, that I don’t give in to such urges. I am fine and will continue to be fine.” We walked on. By 7 pm I noticed that Ebony’s legs were becoming restless every so often, despite what I presumed were her best efforts to stop them. I said nothing, waiting for nature to take its course. But Ebony continued to be strong, even with 19 hours of pee residing in her. We got dinner at the park (after I had to pee once more), ate (and by the way, during dinner Ebony finished her Monster Chugger a second time! Still with no breaks!), and walked around, enjoying each other’s company and being in love. At 10 pm the park was closing, and besides a slight increase in her fidgety legs, Ebony’s desperation had not increased at all. I was amazed that she could resist the urges for so long having drank so much. And she was still able to make conversation with me after 22 hours of holding! What a woman! We went to my car and while my plan was to take Ebony home, instead she suggested, “Why don’t you get us a hotel room instead? It’s much too late to drive for so long.” I couldn’t help but agree to her whims, but in my mind I was thinking. Did Ebony want to get a hotel room close by so that she could pee quickly when we reached it, rather than wait the 3 hour ride back to her place? Or perhaps did she want to hold longer, because I knew that while she hated using her own toilet, she hated any other toilet much much more! I was going to find out, as we pulled into a hotel parking lot and got checked in, reaching our room by 10:30 at night. Now my dark-skinned goddess shed her t-shirt and her jeans, standing in just her black latex catsuit for my viewing pleasure. And I saw that this was not an ordinary catsuit, but one with a corseted middle for even tighter restrictions! Ebony modeled for me for a few minutes, her legs shaking slightly, before she climbed onto the bed and we began to watch some late night TV. This continued until Ebony began to fidget with greater urgency, and at midnight she popped up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I was ready to hear the hiss of her pee in the bowl so that I could gloat about my victory, but none came to my ears. After 30 seconds I also left the bed to go check on her, and found my iron-bladdered girlfriend brushing her teeth with her legs crossed tightly and an expression of concentration on her face. Oh how she must have wanted to pee out her load, the inviting white bowl being right there in front of her! But she was not making a move towards it. After she finished Ebony turned to me, still with legs crossed hard. “Dear, I have to ask you now, are you convinced yet that I can hold as long as I want, fighting off any pressure that might come to me?” I saw through her words and looked at her sweaty face. The girl was desperate after hiding her needs all this time! Surely her bladder would burst if it didn’t get relief this instant. I could only imagine how it felt, having so much liquid inside but having it pressed together by the unforgiving corseted catsuit! She had resisted valiantly for 24 hours with loads of drinks, but now her fate was in my hands, and if I let up now, she’d assume this meant a victory for her. I couldn’t have that. She needed to lose her cocky attitude with her bladder and give up the game of holding herself. So I did what I had to do, “Honey, I thought you said you could resist as long as you wanted to. It’s been just 24 hours! Are you really ready to give up yet?” I saw nerves in her eyes, but there was no wavering in her voice as Ebony responded, “Oh, no, it’s crazy of you to think that. Of course I can hold longer if you need more proof! Just with the toilet so close I had a moment of weakness, but it will not happen again! My bladder will have to keep expanding and keep shut.” Having said her piece, Ebony walked with halting steps out of the hotel room’s bathroom and lay back on the bed. She went under the covers and made no move to remove her sweaty latex wears. The fact that she wanted to stay tightly enclosed in them even after the hold she had endured impressed me to no end, and I decided I needed to be more impressed. So I grabbed her empty Monster Chugger cup, filled it from the bathroom tap, and gave it to her. Ebony’s eyes went wide, but then she smiled and chugged down a good liter of it before turning over, inviting me into the covers, and falling asleep against my shoulder. I shut my eyes, and soon sleep took me as well. I awoke the next morning to the feeling of rustling in the covers. Rubbing my eyes, I discovered the reason for the noise was Ebony. She was awake, and evidently her bladder was giving her some problems, because she was moving her legs constantly under the covers. Ebony soon noticed my movement and exclaimed, “Oh, good! You’re awake, love! It’s 9 am, and as you can see I haven’t had any pee throughout the night!” I nodded, doing the math in my head. That meant 33 hours total since my girlfriend had felt any type of relief, and all the time she had been locked in that torturous latex catsuit. I looked at her and realized that she had announced that she was still dry to give me an opening to congratulate her and let her go and finally expel her hot load of piss. Her face was red and sweaty, and I could tell she was nearing her limits. Or at least, so I thought. So I replied to her, “Oh yes, baby, you’re doing great! Let’s see how today goes! Or do you need a relief now, with all the day still to come?” Ebony’s smile faltered for a second before she told me, “Oh, no, of course I can last longer. It’s just that this catsuit is starting to drive me crazy with its tightness. Also my morning pee urge is at its highest right now, as you can plainly see…” I nodded, “Yes, I can see that. It’s a good thing you can still easily hold off, huh?” I was goading her now, playing with her maniacal pride. “Erm…yes, of course baby. Easily…” Ebony said the last word with contempt, as if it was the thing causing her all this pain instead of the monstrous amount of pee she was attempting to contain. And not just attempting to contain, I had to remind myself, in awe of her abilities once more, but succeeding. “So, what were you thinking of doing today?” my girlfriend asked me with gritted teeth, trying to take her mind off of her predicament. “Well,” I answered, “First I’m going to take a shower. Then we can go out, get some food….oh, there is a soccer match playing at the arena today, perhaps we can go to that!” “Terrific.” Ebony nodded flatly. I smiled at her, feigning obliviousness to her condition, then went and took my shower. Though normally I love showering with my buxom girlfriend, today I didn’t even give her the offer, because I wanted her to remain trapped in her latex prison and I wanted her to continue to sweat under the tight clothes. She should feel no relief of any kind until she is willing to admit defeat. And not just admit it, but actually be defeated by the pee pounding the walls of her aching bladder. I finished my shower, also making sure to pee while in there, imagining how much the sound of running water was making her squirm, then dried, dressed, and went out to see Ebony at the door with our things packed, dressed now in a tight red top and a belted micro skirt over her catsuit. She was bent over and holding herself, but when she noticed I was entering the room she made a big effort to stop herself and stand, remaining motionless except for a twitch in her leg and the scrunched up effort of her face. “Shall…shall we go, then?” she asked me, her eyes looking passed mine and towards the toilet in the bathroom. “Yes, let’s get moving.” I replied sadistically. And so we left the hotel and headed to our car. It was 10 am, and my girlfriend was willingly leaving the hotel room and her last best chance at bladder relief despite a bladder throbbing with 34 hours of intense piss need. I drove us to a restaurant to get some breakfast, and Ebony choked down a couple glasses of orange juice with her meal, as I reminded her to stay hydrated while she wore such restricting clothing. “It is really no problem, you don’t have to remind me,” she tried to tell me, but I insisted it was for the best. We finished our meal, then realized we had time before the soccer match. I offered to take us to a nearby museum for some sightseeing, and Ebony was in no position to refuse such an offer. We reached the museum by noon and now I was once again shocked. I was sure that my strong-willed girlfriend was mere moments from wetting all over herself back at the hotel in the morning, but now here we were, back in public, and by some monumental effort Ebony was standing straight up, walking normally, and looking as if she didn’t have a care in the world, much less a ticking time bomb of a bladder that needed emptying in the worst way. I observed her for half an hour while pretending to look at artwork, then came up from behind her and put my arms around her abdomen, squeezing slightly as I did it. The effect was instantaneous. Ebony froze, her breath caught in her throat, and she nearly moved her legs across each other, but with sphincter strength alone she resisted any urges she had. The bladder I felt was more than rockhard, it was like feeling steel! My girlfriend was so powerful! “Do you not like my hugs darling?” I asked innocently. Her breathing was shallow, but her voice was firm as Ebony replied, “Oh no, honey, do what you want. Of course I am ok.” I couldn’t believe my ears, but I squeezed her tighter anyway. Besides a light groan Ebony fought off the increased pressure with no outward signs, an incredible feat for a girl holding over 36 hours! I let my hands leave her and began to roam the museum again, my head spinning. Perhaps she was telling the truth and really had no limit?!? I had to find out now. We walked around the museum until 3 pm, and Ebony managed to keep up her façade of normalcy even as sweat poured off her face from her efforts. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but with a 39 hours full bladder Ebony was able to talk rationally about paintings while keeping her legs apart. I had made no mention of her incredible endurance, but as we finally began leaving for our soccer match, Ebony said, “See, I can behave normally even without toilets! Have I made my point?” I turned and regarded my girlfriend. Even though the latex catsuit was supposed to have no give at all with its tightness, her bladder had expanded so much that it was clearly bulging way outwards against the material, pushing her skirt waistband down nearly to crotch level. At this point I nearly gave in and admitted defeat, but before I could a stronger part of my brain reminded me of the task at hand, and I told her, “Oh darling, you are surely holding on well, but the soccer match is coming up and we can’t be late for it! I know it will be no problem for you to wait longer, right?” Annoyance showed on her pursed lips, but then Ebony said, “Yes of course I do not actually need relief before the match…..or after for that matter!” I smiled at her and we were on our way. We reached the stadium by 5 pm, bought our tickets, and made our way through the crowd to our seats. Ebony elected to sit and hold them while I got us food, so off I went. Deliberately I got her the largest size drink and filled it to the top with iced tea. When I returned I spied my girlfriend sitting rigidly upright, both hands in her lap, looking anything but the calm, cool, and collected girl she normally was. I knew her 41 hour bladder must be wreaking havoc on her body by now. But she was making no move to get up and find the nearest women’s restroom. I stared at her for a good five minutes, then made my presence known and came next to her with the food and drinks. Ebony looked surprised to see me back so soon and quickly tried to make her appearance more normal. She leaned back into her seat, causing her bladder to bulge almost comically upward from her abdomen, and the new position caused her to grunt and intake breath sharply. Her legs began to shake a little as I handed her the large beverage, but Ebony did not try to move back to her previous, more comfortable positon. “You…you know, baby, perhaps I do not need such a large drink. I am not that thirsty, you see.” Ebony began, clearly trying to figure out how to fit even more liquid into her heavily distended bladder. “Nonsense,” I replied sternly, “You need to drink all you can. Perhaps you are just weak and need a toilet to give you more room for it.” Ebony opened her mouth, closed it, thought for a moment, and then told me, “Fine, of course I am not a weak kid who needs to stop what they are doing or drink less because of my silly bladder. It’s crazy for you to even suggest it!” Without further complaint she began to drink down the iced tea, though I could see it plainly in her eyes that the new liquid was bothering her. We sat and made chit chat, though Ebony was now shifting around in her seat every so often, and finally the match started at 7 pm. Ebony really did love soccer, so she was able to somewhat take her mind off of her pressing urges to watch it with me, but at all times one hand remained firmly against her upper thighs. It was obvious that she was clenching her sphincter rhythmically every few minutes to keep control, and I knew that eventually even her iron sphincter muscle would tire. Then the flood would be set free and I would be the winner of this challenge. Halftime came and I noticed that Ebony’s drink was nearly empty, so I made a show of going to refill it for her, despite her efforts to tell me she did not need more. I returned just before the second half with the new drink, and Ebony managed a small and obviously fake smile at this. But she continued to drink and watch the soccer match, her feet slowly becoming intertwined until her legs were crossed firmly with 15 minutes of action left. Finally the match was over at 9 pm. I got up but Ebony did not follow. “Are you coming?” I asked as she sat, quivering in the chair. “Yes, of course, just give me a minute to…get more comfortable first.” She replied, trying to muster enough self-control to stand. I would have none of it. “Come on now, you’re a grown woman, let’s go.” I pulled her arm and forced her into a standing position, and instantly she let out a squeal and bent double, clutching between her legs. This was it! The moment I had been waiting for, surely her flood was about to be let loose! But then…nothing. Ebony huddled like that for maybe 10 seconds, teetering right on the edge, but then she regained her control enough to stand straightly and begin walking with me to the exit. I was in awe. As we walked through the stadium I noticed that Ebony was craning her neck and looking around a good bit. “Honey are you searching for a restroom? Come on they are of course all closed by now. Let’s just go back to our hotel room.” I suggested. “No…no…why would I be looking for that? I am a…a…grown woman after all. I do not need a bathroom.” Ebony replied, but her voice lacked conviction and her eyes continued to search. She was so desperate that she did not even realize I had told her we were going back to the hotel, where she would not want to pee, rather than to her apartment. We reached the hotel by 10 pm, and Ebony stumbled in, clutching at her bulging belly, now 46 hours full of pent up pee. She shed out of her skirt and top, remaining in just the latex catsuit and the damning corset attachment. The latex was now so tight across her abdomen that it looked as if it couldn’t move another millimeter. But my, what a bulge! It was fantastic now, as though Ebony was containing a bowling ball in her catsuit, rather than just a bowling ball-sized bladder. I shut the door to our room and while there was now nothing to do but get ready for bed, Ebony couldn’t help but keep walking and pacing to and fro. Her desperation seemed to be peaking with relief now so close at hand, and she was muttering to herself as she paced, hands clenched into fists at her sides, 46 hours of boiling pee begging to be set free. I spent another hour using the toilet, brushing my teeth, taking a shower, etc while she paced, growing more and more frantic by the minute. At 11 pm, finally Ebony came into the bathroom with me and said, “Please, baby, help me get out of this latex catsuit. It is too tight on me and I need to…I need….” I knew she wanted to tell me that she needed to pee, but still her ridiculous pride would not let her, even as she stood here bursting, mere moments from wetting all over her expensive catsuit. “Don’t be silly darling,” I told her, “I want you to stay sexy while you sleep next to me, so your catsuit should stay on at all times. I don’t think this should be a problem for you, especially since you can control yourself so well.” Ebony couldn’t believe I would still refuse her, but she was so desperate that she simply accepted this instead of arguing. As I came to bed my beautiful girlfriend was a hot sweaty mess, gyrating on the bed covers to maintain her scant control of her enormous bladder. I turned out the light and pretended to go to sleep, instead keeping one eye open so I could watch my prideful girlfriend fight her losing battle with her desperate, quivering bladder. Ebony stayed where she was for the first hour or so of the night, shaking with need. Then she moved to the foot of the bed and began bouncing on it with her legs clenched together and her hands wedged against her crotch. Around 2 am Ebony began pacing once more, but now it was even more frantic, as she was nearly running from one side of the room to the other and double crossing her legs at each end. Her bladder was refusing to calm down, instead amping up the pressure against her awesome sphincter in a bid to rid itself of the hurting piss inside it. I was by now incredibly tired, but also so turned on watching her display that I had no problem staying awake. At 4 am Ebony briefly seemed to go crazy with her need, ripping at her latex catsuit with her bare hands and trying in vain to loosen the sadistically tight corset. Nothing worked, as it was clear she’d need my help to escape her predicament. After that incident, I noted that Ebony was glancing more and more frequently at my “sleeping” form while she pee danced. It took me a moment, but I realized that she was now at her wit’s end. The only way out of this torture was to swallow her pride and ask me to undo the corset, remove the catsuit from her, and let her have access to the toilet. For nearly an hour she fought against her pride to ask me. Many times she would nearly open her mouth to shout to me, then close it and slam her fist into her leg in dismay before going back to fighting the waves of bladder urgency. I was more than impressed with her fighting spirit, but finally her willpower could take no more. At 5 am she dove into the bed and shook me awake. “Baby! Baby! Please, help me out of this latex trap! I can’t do it anymore! I need to pee!” The words were magic to my ears. I told her to turn around, and she did, legs jiggling madly. Her ass wobbled in such alluring fashion as her legs did their dance of desperation, and I made myself snap out of my trance before feigning undoing her corset. After ten seconds of faking it, I stopped and said to her, a gleam in my eye, “But darling, I seem to remember you telling me something. What was it?.....Oh yes, it was that if you asked me for a bathroom, I was to tell you no and to tell you that you should hold it longer.” Ebony snapped around, her eyes wide with fear, “Baby! You cannot be serious! Clearly I was just saying things, you should know that! I really need to pee now! It will come out on its own!” But I shook my head, “No love, I think you can keep waiting. After all it’s only been 53 hours. I know you can do better than that, being such a grown up adult woman.” Ebony looked at me like I was crazy. Her enormous bladder was filled to its bursting point, busting at the seams, and I was refusing her access to the toilet after more than 53 hours without it! I waited for the flood to start in earnest, but then Ebony shoved her hands into her crotch and yelled at me, “Fine! Damn you! Fine! I will try to wait!” From that moment onwards Ebony’s pee dancing increased tenfold. What I thought had been desperation was nothing compared to the show she began putting on now. She was going insane with her need to pee, her bladder bulging out to ridiculous degrees and me asking her to keep it that way. It was more than anyone could stand, but as the morning went on, she somehow continued to stand it and keep dry. Finally, at 10 am, I readied our things and told her that we would be leaving the room for our day. “What?!?” she screamed at me, “You want me to go out like this?! Are you crazy!?” Her legs were double crossed and she seemed to be trying to triple cross them, and her bladder was jutting out even an inch or two further than it had been. But she was in no position to argue, and so we left the hotel room, her cursing me every step of the way. Once in the car, Ebony had to rifle her legs up and down to stay in charge of her 58 hours bladder. “Where are we going??” she nearly spat at me. “Now honey,” I began, “That’s not a very nice way to ask…” “Fuck you! Just tell me already! I’m dying to have a pee and I don’t care if it’s rude! You keeping me from the bathroom after nearly 60 hours is rude!” She returned fire, and I couldn’t help but agree with her logic, so I told her, “We are going on an all day cruise down at the waterfront. I thought you’d like to see the water today.” Just the thought of water doubled the intensity of Ebony’s bladder spasms, and I actually feared my car seat would become wet as I drove us to the ship. But Ebony’s iron control still would not be broken, and by noon we reached the place, her holding her bladder in control now for 60 hours. We boarded the ship after paying for tickets and smiled at all the crew, some of whom wanted to help my girlfriend, who by now couldn’t help but walk funny in public. I knew she was near her limits, but I refused her the help, explaining that she was just tired. As soon as we passed them and were on our own, Ebony bent cross-legged and hissed, “Dammit, please find me a bathroom on this bloody ship! I will lose it all!” Again I calmly reminded her of the promise she made to keep holding even after she begged for a toilet, and she cried out in rage and despair before going back to trying to rip the latex bodysuit right off of her sweating form. The bladder bulge on her was insane and she could barely stand up straight from the size and weight of it, so I knew these were desperate times. But I made sure to offer no assistance and wait for her to tire herself out with the unforgiving latex. Eventually she gave up her fight with the material when more shipgoers entered our view. “I am at my limits! Damn you, I will lose all control!” Ebony told me as we continued to stroll along the top deck of the ship. The ship left port at 1 pm and Ebony had to clutch her abdomen as new urges ripped through her due to the movement. Her bladder was swelled absolutely massively. I suggested we stand next to another couple by the railing and watch the water. Ebony protested, but I dragged her along and she was more than preoccupied with keeping her awesome flood contained. At the sight of the water Ebony tried to maintain what little composure she still possessed, but rocking legs soon turned to crossed legs, which became one hand near her crotch, and then, despite being in full view of the other couple, Ebony sat down against the railing and drove both hands deep into the crotch of her latex catsuit, trying not to wail from the pressure. I thought for sure she would lose control now, but still nothing. Her sphincter was passing limits previously untouched. After five minutes of her laying there while the other couple looked on in shock, Ebony managed to reach her feet and we slowly walked away, into the dining cabin of the ship. We got our food for lunch and I made Ebony drink two glasses of water despite her embattled protests. “Don’t you understand?! I am full! Totally full! This has nowhere to go!” She yelled at me, but I quieted her down and made her finish it. She kept complaining throughout the meal and when we were done, it was 2 pm and I was tired of it. “Ok, come on now, if it really hurts that much, then take a pee right here, right in your latex wears!” At the mention of relief, Ebony bent double to keep her sphincter tightly locked down. “No…I pee only in the toilet, and only when I must.” She finally replied to me, still bent double and clutching her watermelon of a bladder. “Then I’m sorry baby, but your pride is the only thing keeping you from an empty bladder now. You can go if it’s not in a toilet.” This seemed to drive Ebony’s bladder spasms into overdrive, but as she sunk to the floor once more she was breathing in and out rapidly, “No, I will control….I will control…No, I will control…only a toilet…” After 62 hours and still no pee, we left the dining cabin and went to our own personal cabin below the deck. Ebony was tired so I allowed her to rest, and after getting no sleep the night previous she lay down and was instantly out, even with her beach ball bladder jutting precariously out of her, threatening to flood the room in dark yellow piss. I then also realized how tired I was from staying up all night to watch her desperation show, and even the sight of her mammoth bladder couldn’t keep me awake. I lay down next to her and we slept soundly. We awoke to the tooting of the ship’s horn. “Oh my! How long did we sleep?! We must have returned to port for the night! Come on, we must leave quickly.” I said, rising and reaching the door in seconds. I checked my watch and saw it was now 8 pm. Ebony did not follow. “Give me some time, baby, my bladder is cramping so badly now!” The girl was laying on her back to give her bladder maximum room against its latex prison, but it was clear it was still being squashed to a great degree. “No time! If we stay down here the ship will leave again and we will be trapped on it until the next time it makes port! It could be days more away!” Now I knew for a fact that this ship was not leaving again until the next morning, because I had read the ship’s schedule posted in the dining hall while Ebony was fighting her desperation, but my girlfriend knew no better than to trust me, and the threat of spending more untold hours with no chance of relief was too much for her to bear. As fast as she could manage, Ebony rose from the cot, put both hands under her bulging abdomen to steady her bladder, and followed me with hobbling steps. We were the last passengers off the boat and went to our car. Ebony had lasted through part of the day with her nap, but I knew now how to beat her bladder once and for all. The constant suggestions of relief had driven her closer and closer to the edge, so now I threw down the ultimate gauntlet. “Baby, I am tired after these days together. What say we go to your apartment and rest?” How could she possibly resist her own personal toilet bowl?? Ebony was ecstatic to hear this from me, as I knew she would be, and though she was still unbelievably desperate and in pain from her throbbing bladder, adrenaline had to be pumping through her veins at the thought of finally reaching her home, and maybe reaching it dryly! We set off and made it after a two hour journey. 70 hours Ebony had resisted her feminine urges for relief, despite all manner of hell endured from her bladder. It was strained to the max, and even getting in the door proved no easy task with such a large load of pee being contained. We entered her apartment and Ebony was now frantic. She was so close to relief, but lasting the day after thinking she would lose it the whole time had given her even more pride. With quivering legs my girlfriend avoided the toilet and set about making us some tea. Her resolve was unmatched, but I could see her tight bum clenching every second in its latex trap and her bladder was also quivering even more than her legs! It was clear that she was at her critical max capacity. She sat with me and had to lean all the way back to even give her bladder room, because even the slightest extra pressure at this stage would end the hold. Ebony babbled on from time to time, trying to make small talk while every single fiber of her body was telling her to stop this silly game and pee! Her toilet was in the next room! Just pee! But Ebony managed for a whole hour to talk with me about this and that while sipping her tea. At 11 pm, with 71 hours since her latest loo visit, the tea hit Ebony’s bladder with awful consequences. Her bladder, already cramping every couple of seconds for the whole day, now revamped its efforts to expel the massive load of piss, cramping with unwavering urgency every second! Ebony groaned at the pain, tried to fight it off longer, but with tears in her eyes her conversation with me slowly ground to a halt, until she was focused on nothing but maintaining control over the liters of pee inside her. She struggled, eyeing the door to the bathroom but trying not to give in, a sweaty mess at the end of her capabilities. Ebony got up, walked with halting steps to the door, stopped at the doorway, turned, groaned again, and returned to sit by me, still unrelieved. It was clear she could keep this up no longer, but that resolve was incredible! What a woman, after all she had endured! Then she asked me quietly after another minute of pure, unrelenting desperation, “Baby, may I please go and use that toilet? I need it, I assure you I do.” I saw that she was on her last powers now, and after watching her suffer for so long I finally relented and said, “Yes baby, you may go.” Ebony nearly squealed with joy and raced into the bathroom, but I heard no peeing sounds. After a minute she called for me to enter, and I did. There she was, a total sweaty mess, still clad in that damn latex catsuit, looking at the bowl ravenously but unable to use it even now! “Honey, please, I need help with my catsuit! Get the latex off for me!” she moaned in despair, yanking in vain at the seemingly indestructible suit. But to her dismay, I refused her request. This was my last gambit in this game. I told her, “Baby, you are a grown woman and you wore that catsuit knowing the consequences. Surely you don’t need anyone’s help with it, especially a man’s. I said you can pee in the toilet, but you have to take off the latex catsuit yourself.” Ebony howled and began trying to tear the suit once more. It was now way too tight to take off any other way thanks to the all-encompassing size of her bladder. Her sphincter of steel was clenching over and over to keep the flood in, but now it was too weak to maintain such control. Ebony could feel herself losing her load, finally, and redoubled her manic efforts on the catsuit, but it was no use. With a mighty cry she managed to make a tear in the neckline of the latex, something I thought was totally impossible, but by putting so much energy into the task, there was not enough energy left in her body after over 71 hours to continue the fight with her enormous bladder. Ebony did not scream out as I expected to when her piss finally burst from her. She sat on the toilet seat, still in the cruel latex, and sighed. I could hear the incredible hissing sound through her catsuit, and I can tell you the pee pressure was unreal! How she had managed so long I will not know. After a minute the patter had no signs of slowing down, but now her catsuit was filling up! She motioned to me and now I graciously took the tear that she had started at the top of the suit and ripped it all down through her front. The latex had been stretched so thin on her that it was easier than I expected after the first tear was made. Piss gushed out of the suit and onto the floor, and more followed from her now exposed pussy, flowing out of her like a river. Ebony was beside herself in pleasure, so happy to be free from her torments. I found myself getting very horny at the sight of her in such ecstasy and sat on top of her, making out with her while she continued to pee unabated. The flow was so constant that I don’t even know when it stopped, surely many more minutes had passed, because I just got used to the sound always being there while I kissed my exhausted, sweating girlfriend. Eventually we got up, and I went and got a mop to clean up the bathroom. I chided Ebony good-naturedly about the mess she’d made, and she replied, “Well, yes, I made a mess, but it was three days I’d gone without any pee! Surely you can understand it!” I paused, almost deciding to let the comment go, but then I spoke up, “But honey, it wasn’t 3 full days you made without a pee break. You lasted 71 hours and some minutes. 3 days is still beyond your reach.” My prideful girlfriend couldn’t leave it alone, and she bristled, “Alright, fine, so I didn’t make 3 days this time, but I will! I will only go once every three days at all times if it makes you shut up about it!” My prideful girlfriend was back, and I finally realized that I didn’t really mind her holding habit.
  16. Hi Guys, So this last weekend my girlfriend decided that she was going to give me a real treat. Without getting into more details than I think will be helpful to get an answer, I tied her up while she was desperate to pee and tortured her until she lost control. This mainly involved tickling her, making her drink water, preventing her from holding herself, and pressing onto her bladder. Everything went fine at the time, and a good time was had. But the next morning she said that her urethra hurt, and that it hurt bad to pee. Now, she has had a UTI before, but she said this didn't feel quite the same and it went away by that afternoon. In my experience holding, I've never experienced much discomfort after the fact, and if so it only lasted a few hours. Has anyone else experienced this, or have any tips on how we can do this again without resulting in it causing her urethra to burn? -Thanks.
  17. Today I decided that it was time to buckle down and drink a ton of water til I could no longer hold it! Usually I get really bored when I try to hold it and I'm just at home with nothing to do. Any other experience I've had was generally unintentional. But this time I wanted to feel it!! I got back home from work this afternoon and I was probably at about a 2-3 (out of 10) of having to pee. I barely felt it. But I started drinking lots and lots and lots of water and I noticed nobody else was home. I felt so full!! I began feeling my bladder filling up. At first I was just thinking "ohhh! I'm gonna have to pee :)" In such a nieve kind of giggly, girly way of thinking about it. I was on here writing back to messages and checking up on work stuff, reading articles, etc. Then it started getting painful in the bladder. My bladder was rock solid! And bulging out like a melon! I stood in front of the mirror starting to get really excited that I was doing this!! I pushed hard on my bladder and ohhhhhh it hurt so badly! I just bent over and crossed my legs! I could feel my crotch getting damp (I think it was due to me getting turned on haha). After bending over my lower back started hurting really badly. I was starting to be in serious pain! But I wanted to keep going. I could only stand as sitting/laying down hurt in an awkward way. I was getting anxious!! I was writing to friends on facebook and checking more news as I was bending over with my legs crossed. I thought about trying a pee pee dance but it just hurt to move! At this point I loosened my belt. I kept thinking how much longer it would be......I wanted to rank how bad this was so I was looking for desperation rankings. I would say it was at an 8. And this was only 30-45 minutes later after beginning to feel my bladder fill up! I was ready to pee but I kept debating what I wanted to do. The pain was pretty bad in my back. I decided it was time to unbutton my jeans to give more space. Then I started dripping! I decided it was time to go into the bathroom. I brought my phone and took pictures of my bulge, which was huge!!!! (sorry the pics are nude so I can't share them on here :( I'll try to get a hold of some leggings and such to take pics next time this happens!!) It was just completely round. I had no idea my body could do this!!!! After taking the pics I stood there for a sec to hold myself in pain and not wanting to move. I decided to get into the bathtub before I pee all over the bathroom carpet that my family has. I laid down on my back and just let it go! I originally wanted to see how well I could shoot it down but my back was in so much pain I didn't care to try any harder with anything! I just relaxed and let it flow. Honestly it was a let down this time. I felt relieved. It was interesting to watch my bulge go from round to flat! But I wanted more. I called my boyfriend a few minutes later after emptying my bladder. We began talking and I could feel my bladder already starting to fill again. I was hitting a 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 SO QUICKLY!!!! Luckily I wasn't in pain this time but I was absolutely thrilled. I was talking to him like nothing was wrong. All I could think is about how he has no idea how desperate I'm getting. I stood in my room with my legs crossed and bending back and forth. Then as I was hitting a 9 on the scale I said "Hey babe! I'm about to pee my pants!!! Give me a...." and set the phone down before I finished or got a reply as I was heading straight for a 10 on the scale (SO EXCITING!!!!!!)! I walked calmly to the bathroom as I was about to burst. There could be no sudden movements as my bladder was threatening to release everything. As I closed the door carefully I got so excited about having to pee that I started peeing! But it was only a spurt! I then got to the toilet and as I started unbuttoning my pants pee started trickling out of me!!! The whole time I took my pants off to sit on the toilet I was already peeing!!!! I was so thrilled about this!!!! I peed for a good 90 seconds! I always thought that I would have to hold for days to pee over a minute! But it was a full strong stream :D And the best part is that the trickling only got a small patch between my legs wet and that excited me! I didn't want to we my pants completely today. It just felt special to have a little secret pee patch between my legs <3 This was an amazing experience :) Now as a side note when I live in my own place and not with my family, I will say that the golden gates will be opening up wide as I hit the breaking point! I will pee my pants AT LEAST once a week! :)
  18. Hi everyone, sorry for the long time away. Here is another story! I hope everyone likes it. It's also on Amazon Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/Biggest-Bladder-City-Holditin-ebook/dp/B01DPW3Z74?ie=UTF8&*Version*=1&*entries*=0 And the rest of my stuff is on Kindle here - http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=holditin Without further ado, here's Biggest Bladder in the City! I was on a date with my beautiful girlfriend Jaiya at the movies when we saw another couple in line for food. The cashier handed the girl an extra large drink and promptly her boyfriend made some comment, “Well Prahi, seems you will need to visit the loo before the movie even ends!” The girl looked back at him and laughed, “Oh, I know you’re joking Hans. We both know you’re going out with the girl with the biggest bladder in all the city!” Seeing a good opportunity, I instantly began needling Jaiya, “So, seems you’ve got some competition, huh? When was it you last relieved your tank again?” Jaiya stared at the other couple with annoyance for a few seconds longer before answering, “I let it out this morning at 6. You know a morning pee is all I need, honey!” My girl was also clutching an extra large soda, and I pointed out that she seemed to be on even terms with Prahi. “Pfft! I’ll bet that cow already had a piss with her lunch just a couple hours ago! Whatever, I won’t even look at a sign for toilets until I see her go!” Jaiya’s pride was quick to make its presence felt, even though it was now 3 pm – 9 hours since Jaiya’s strong bladder had gotten a relief. I knew she was serious about her self-imposed challenge and was looking forward to the show! It was not often that Jaiya pushed herself so hard as to actually get desperate, so I was hoping that Prahi was not bluffing to her man. We entered our theater, the same as Prahi and Hans by luck, and Jaiya started sucking down her soda before the previews even began. Prahi was doing the same a few rows down, which all but encouraged Jaiya to drink with more haste. The movie wasn’t 15 minutes old when Jaiya put down her cup for the final time. “Done. All in, none coming out.” Jaiya said simply. Prahi was still working on her drink, we saw, but seemed no worse for wear from it. Another hour passed and Jaiya nudged me, “Can I have a sip of your drink?” My large bottle of water was only a quarter gone, but I knew Jaiya was playing a dangerous game with already so much liquid inside. “Are you sure you can handle it?” I pressed her, pushing the drink to her hand. Jaiya lifted her shirt briefly to let me see the big bulge of her bladder, “Hah! See, I’m already handling quite a lot without complaint. Besides, I’m so thirsty, and a girl shouldn’t change her drinking habits just to soothe her aching bladder.” Before I could protest, Jaiya had downed half of my water. She handed me the cup, shivered, and was still. By 5:30 the movie had come to an end. Prahi hadn’t left her seat and neither had Jaiya, and both girls had clearly drunk an enormous amount of fluids. I knew my girl could hold longer, but it was clear she was hoping Prahi would end this hold and use the bathrooms after the movie. I looked close and saw Prahi was definitely standing and walking with her legs close, and her abdomen was jutting out, but she didn’t stop at the women’s room for a relief. Nonplussed, Jaiya also passed up an opportunity to use the restroom, though I could see her bladder was bulging painfully now with near 12 hours of built up pee! Hans and Prahi went next to the mall right by the theater, so of course we followed. We tried not to be obvious, but we had to see that Prahi was not sneaking off to pee. They stopped at a food vendor and Prahi picked up another drink, so of course Jaiya stopped right after to get a bottle of tea. This tea wreaked havoc on her bladder on the best day, but she wanted to show she was the strongest and could outhold Prahi even with disadvantages. Both girls finished their drinks quickly, and Prahi and Hans went to the clothes section for Prahi to try on lots of tiny outfits. We kept our distance, but Jaiya did the same thing. Time passed and finally it was 8 pm. Now Jaiya was majorly annoyed. I could tell she had to take a piss…bad. But her pride was refusing to let her, even with a bladder now exploding outwards from her belly due to the tea. Prahi had been pee dancing for an hour but still made no move for the toilets, which were right next to the changing rooms. Then, just as Jaiya entered the changing rooms again to try on a pair of low yoga pants, I saw Prahi dart out and into the bathroom. She came out a couple minutes later looking relieved as ever, and I saw her bladder bulge was gone completely. So it was a lie! She didn’t have the biggest bladder in the city by far! Just then Jaiya came out, and I made a fun decision. Jaiya was stamping her feet around and was fidgety, clear signs that her bladder was causing her lots of trouble, so I pointed to Prahi and said, “Look, Jaiya, after all this time she has stopped her pee dancing and is standing and talking normally. Face it; her bladder is just too strong for you.” Jaiya was too distracted by her mammoth stretched bladder to notice Prahi’s flat abdomen, and gritted her teeth responding, “She will break soon, and I will not at all. It is still hours I can last, even as full as I am. I’ve trained myself to ignore such urges for relief.” I pushed the issue, “Is that so? Seems to me you cannot even stand straight up and relax like a lady should. You should go and pee to keep yourself comfortable.” Jaiya’s eyes burned at me as she said, “That is ridiculous. I am comfortable enough just like this and do not need to let this pressure out to act normally. After all, it has been only 14 hours and I am used to lasting much longer than this at a stretch.” The words were music to my ears! Jaiya made a point to unbend her knees and keep her legs apart, though she was absolutely sweating with the effort to remain normal and unbothered! Finally at 10 pm the mall was closing, and Jaiya had to concede that we would not see Prahi use the toilet before having to retire for the night. We passed Prahi and Hans on our way to our car and by chance overheard them talking about meeting for a bus tour the following morning. Jaiya knew the location of the bus tour and her eyes lit up. “Probably Prahi is one of those girls who doesn’t even take a before bed pee or a morning pee when she wakes! She’ll still be full when she sets foot on the bus tomorrow. If I just hold until the bus trip, I know I can beat her still!” I knew Jaiya’s bladder capacity was ridiculous, but this was something else! “Jaiya, try to understand, you will be going on the bus with a 24 hour bladder! It is impossible. You will wet yourself without a doubt.” I told her sternly. But she was resolute, “Don’t be stupid. I will take a pill to fall right asleep tonight, and you know me. After my morning urge to pee out the flood, it dies down for a while. It won’t be a problem to reach at least 30 hours.” I could only nod as we drove back to her house. Amazingly, the night happened just as Jaiya predicted. She fidgeted rather madly when exiting the car and entering her own apartment, but quickly took her sleeping pill, pulled me into bed with her, and fell asleep without a toilet trip. I could feel her massive tankard of a bladder in her abdomen as she slept, piss swirling inside and boiling to get out. The next morning we got up and Jaiya was beside herself with desperation. Her morning piss pressure was almost too much for her, already having been denied since the previous morning. Only her determination to upstage Prahi kept her from rushing to the loo. Instead she gripped the sides of the bed and sweat with effort. I still neglected to tell her about Prahi’s pee at the mall, nor the good possibility that she had taken a morning pee today already. Jaiya made us stop on the way to the bus stop to grab a coffee, even though I told her that would surely bust her 24 hour bladder. “I told you it could reach 30 comfortably, and I’m not going to cut down on my drinking even a little. That shows weakness to Prahi, and I am too strong and too much of a lady for that!” Jaiya responded. We reached the bus stop just in time. I saw Prahi and Hans stepping on, and again Prahi’s abdomen was flat as a board, so she had taken her morning pee! But Jaiya saw nothing, as she was parking the car and finishing her coffee. We made it onto the bus with seconds before it left, and took a seat a few back from Hans and Prahi. Hans handed Prahi a bottle of water as the bus left, so instantly Jaiya pulled her own from her bag. “Are you crazy?? You don’t need to match her drinking that. You’ve already had a coffee!” I said to my girl. I didn’t want her to wet on the bus seat, after all! Jaiya looked at me fiercely, “Does she look like a girl who would not have a coffee in the morning?? Of course not, don’t be dumb! If she has that water and I don’t, she is ahead of me. I will go drink for drink with her. I can take it!” Jaiya began sipping, but I noticed her legs were crossed tight enough to press a diamond. She was having real problems holding her pee, but wouldn’t admit to such a thing. We continued the ride and the bus stopped at 9 am for a rest stop. Hans and Prahi were some of the only passengers who didn’t get off to have a relief, as the bus had no bathroom, and indeed Prahi was the only girl who did not exit, besides my Jaiya of course! 27 hours had passed since Jaiya had pissed, but she had told me multiple times that she was good for 30, so I this time did not question it. Prahi pulled out another bottle of water as the bus departed again, and Jaiya nearly choked getting her own second bottle down as well. I’d never seen her bladder so round and firm before, and I knew it was taking every ounce of her willpower not to hold her own crotch with both hands. Instead she simply gripped the sides of her dress and moaned. The next rest stop came at noon, and now Jaiya had hit her self-proclaimed limit of 30 hours of holding. “That bitch has been holding for 24 hours now, of course she will have to run off and pee!” Jaiya said triumphantly. But of course the truth was Prahi had only 6 hours separating her from her last pee, and while she was no bladder queen it was clear she had a large tank, so she made no move to get up from her seat. Jaiya’s spirit nearly broke when she realized Prahi was not availing herself to the toilets. “That bitch! How can she expect me to hold normally after 30 hours?!? It is so hard to keep in now!” she moaned to me. “You could just go and end the torture,” I told her, but Jaiya shook her head. “I won’t let her humiliate me like that. I’ll just have to keep my sphincter dammed up as long as it takes. Gosh I have to pee so bad!” The ride continued with Jaiya doing everything possible to keep control of her quivering bladder. It was bulged out to obscene proportions now, and she confided softly in me that she would not be able to stay in command of her twitching sphincter much longer. “You are strong! Don’t let her beat you!” I egged her on, and Jaiya nodded and resumed holding with double crossed legs and a hand tightly gripping her pussy. We hit some bumpy roads and I was sure that it would make Jaiya lose control, but she pressed it shut and kept it in valiantly. At 4 pm we took the final rest stop. There was no doubt that Jaiya would have to use it after 34 hours without. “My bladder feels like a lead weight in my abdomen with all the piss it is containing! I have never been this full, I am sure!” she told me between hasty breaths. And even still, she would not get up if Prahi didn’t. Prahi, I’d noticed, had been sitting with her legs closer together as of late, and after all it had been 10 hours since she’d taken a pee break, but I didn’t really expect her to need it. But I saw Hans asked her to accompany him, and after a slight debate she shrugged and nodded. Jaiya nearly screamed with relief just at that, and she bolted up from her seat after Prahi. I followed and watched as Prahi walked normally into the women’s bathrooms at the rest stop, followed by Jaiya, who was hobbling along for all she was worth, clutching desperately at her pussy beneath her flowing dress, trying to make sure that not even one drop escaped her aching abdomen early. Two minutes later Prahi was out of the women’s room, and it was a further two minutes before Jaiya was out. She finally looked calm and proper again, though we had to hurry not to miss the bus, such was the length of her pent up piss! When we were seated, Jaiya looked at my strangely and told her tale, “It was odd. I went into the stall more desperate than I have ever been in my life. I was sure Prahi would have a 30 hour gusher to let go of as well, so I held and held to make sure she went first, even once we were in our stalls. When I heard her stream hit the water, I let mine go, and I couldn’t even hear hers over the splashing I was making for a good minute. You should have seen the pressure my piss was leaving with! It really did want to get out of there! Then I slowed my stream and heard that she was already trickling dry, and once she left I started spraying like crazy again. It was definitely a two liter pee! Probably more! But hers….hers couldn’t have been more than one liter at maximum. I don’t understand….she didn’t go for so long! We watched her!” It was then that I finally gave up the ruse, “Jaiya, I must admit I lied to you. I saw her go at the mall yesterday, and she had no bulge in her bladder region this morning, so I believe she had taken a morning pee as well. But I have never seen you in such a state! You are so good at holding it in your bladder that I wanted to see how far you would go!” Jaiya first looked angry, then smiled, “You know, I do have a bladder of steel! I guess that means that even I outheld the biggest bladder in the city three times over! That’s quite an accomplishment, even for someone with iron control like me!” “That’s right! But I hope this isn’t the last time you show me that iron control! I want to see your bladder bulge and strain regularly!” I told her. “Don’t worry, honey! That’s my special talent!” Jaiya said as the bus pulled away.