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  1. I've been googling around a bit, and it seems on average a bladder fills up in around 8 to 9 hours of waiting after drinking a big amount of water... For me this is somewhat correct. My question is, how long does it for y'all take untill your bladder is full? Say you drink a whole lot of water and then just wait, how long until you lose control? Also do certain things affect your hold? For instance whether you drink water or soda? Or how much movement you do in a day? I'm trying to make a very hard (but possible) challenge for me and my girlfriend...
  2. so, i'm frustrated about some things ive always enjoyed watching others desperate than being desperate myself, but lately ive been trying to hold, but when i do, it just gets too uncomfortable after a while that i give up and piss in the bathroom. ive never had a genuine accident before and i dont know my limit. considering my living conditions right now, i can't purposely wet myself, but doing it purposely doesn't interest me anyways. ive always been fascinated with actual accidents, partly because i don't even believe they're real unless the person has some underlying issue. when i'm "desperate" i don't even squirm, but squirming interests me too. it seems like everything i find arousing can't be done myself. the closest ive got to those fantasies was that one time i went into the shower with my bladder unspeakably full (don't know how i got myself to hold it so long without giving up). once i got into the shower, i immediately started squirming, which was a first. i wondered what would happen if i stopped, so i did. the need to let it out got so strong that it felt like my piss was right at the edge until it happened, i leaked. that really surprised me as i fought to hold it in, and not too long after, a small, steady stream was escaping me until it was too much for me and I let it all out. i still get turned on when i think about it, but when i try to do that now, the urge is strong but i am able to contain it. i also would like that to occur beyond the shower, but it doesn't seem likely. so i just want to know how can i make holding less painful or more tolerable? and, when i have my own place, how could i have a genuine accident or at least leak?
  3. From the album: My Furry Omo Artwork!

    Temporarily comes back from the dead to drop this furry art Random wolfy gal trying to keep it in! :3
  4. From the album: My Furry Omo Artwork!

    A little celebratory omo drawing! Thank you all so much! <3333 Have a plugged up Locket~
  5. From the album: My Furry Omo Artwork!

    Will YOU help them hold it?
  6. This started off as a little request for a friend and kind of spiralled into this. If ya'll like it I might continue it! ---- The great Ember stirred from her sleep... she had been lying within the mountain cave for some two thousand years, dreaming and peaceful. Though, the last few centuries had been somewhat turbulent, with occasional squirming and moaning, that eventually became constant, and an endless sea of vivid, erotic dreams. In her mind she was teased and pleasured by a dozen lovers, and never allowed to reach her climax. Her pent up arousal had built up as the magma beneath the earth would before a volcano erupts. In a similar fashion, the many dozens of lakes she had consumed before her long rest had now filtered into her gargantuan bladder, forming a bulge in her lower stomach the size of a large swimming pool, and with ten times the volume of liquids compressed within; yellow, steaming and frothing angrily for release. Amongst the sexual frustration of her long dreams had come splashes of bathroom urgency, she dreamed of the sea coming to destroy the world, and only she could save it by consuming every last drop. She dreamt that the sea was angry, taking the form of a beautiful water nymph contained inside her cavernous fluid tankard, and that she was violently pummelling her pussy for escape from piss prison. Her crotch was the size of house, and it throbbed with need throughout this all, clenching rhythmically in her sleep, pulsing in time with her heart. It was near her time to awaken... Finally, when the time had come for this curvaceous creature to wake, her massive thighs came together to squeeze her lower muscles, she shivered in urgency to create her yellow lake, and to settle the tightly wound heat within her. When her eyes opened, Ember took in her surroundings, the same old cave she’d rested in all those millennia ago. It was home, deep within a mountainside, and she felt refreshed from the rest. One mighty claw moved to her dragoness womanhood, teasing the slick, puffy lips with her fingers and cooing softly at the sensations of pleasure that tingled up her wide hips, her truly vast rear end wiggling her thick tail. An oozing trickle of her liquid lust made her inner thighs sticky, and she grunted, tensing her face, when a sharp pulse of piss need shook her bladder walls.The hot contents of her cavernous container were threatening to spew forth, spraying haphazardly around and flooding her lair. Ember held it in, corking herself with her will. She rolled, gently onto her back, and brought her over palm down to massage the firm swell of her lower stomach; her distended bladder. She could feel it quivering beneath her touch like a frightened deer, but she attempted to sooth it, shushing it and its protests for relief. “Soon...” she breathed, her voice heavy and soft; husky and dripping with arousal. There was a giant lake right outside her cave, it had served as her bathroom for eons; a river flowed down into it and another out of it again, meaning the water was constantly filtered and made fresh. Often she used it to bathe, but those rare times when she required a piss it would take but a few months for the urine to have filtered out completely. Given that she often felt no urge at all until at least a hundred years after her last release, this was plenty of time for it to make itself useful as her personal toilet. With the knowledge that relief was close at hand, she had nothing to fear, so decided to enjoy her incredible fullness a while longer. Perhaps using it to bring about the climax she craved almost as dearly as the enormous leak wanted to be taken. The palm on her bladder pressed down firmly, causing her to grunt heavily and whine to herself, her pussy ached and spasmed with desire, hungry for her huge fingers. She gave them to her. Though they were clawed, she had long-since filed them down, not requiring them for defence any longer now that the ancient ages had passed and no creature alive existed to threaten her. The huge fingers reached deep within the clenching caverns of her vagina, her lower palm now grinding against her stiffened clitoris and moist labia. Ember found the rock hard pressing of her bladder inside herself and began to grind her fingers against it, sending shivers of desperation down her spine. Her hind legs rose up as she felt the orgasm that was several millennia overdue building at last. Her truly huge, jiggling ass cheeks were on display, and her rear end wobbled as her tail bounced gently beneath it. She wanted it to last, but the pleasure of her urine crushing down on her g-spot was enough to make her scream; it was all she could do to avoid cumming instantly when her fingers had entered. So, as she continued to crush her boiling ocean from within, massage her sparking clit, and mash her palm against her engorged lower lips, Ember knew that the inevitable would soon come at last. She gasped loudly, a booming noise, and then began to grunt, buck her hips and cry out. Smoke puffed from her snout as the brimstone within her boiled as hot as her piss. Her moans were so loud that the whole mountain shook. It was just as the beautiful beast was on the verge of an earth shattering climax, that she heard the screams. Freezing in place, Ember’s impeccable hearing perked up, and the sound of distressed humans was obvious. Frowning, having not recalled any human settlements near her when she’d slept; she cursed herself for not checking. Her bladder took this moment to demand release, and she cringed, withdrawing her fingers and using them to plug up her puckered piss hole, which itself was the size of a house. The ancient dragoness clenched with all her limitless might, and struggled to rise to her feet, spreading her aching wings and attempting to make her way out of the cave, only lead to a powerful slosh as her ocean of urine shifted inside her. The mass of hot, angrily boiling piss was vast, even for someone of her size. She whined softly, her face flushed, as the pressure of her bladder only intensified her arousal, and yet more of her juices made her plump thighs all sticky. The pressure of her bladder was significantly worse now, especially when combined with the how tortuously close she’d come to fulfilling her most animalistic of needs. Ember finally made her way out of her cave, the morning air making her shiver, and her muscles tremble. Casting her gorgeous, orange eyes down, she was stunned and frozen in shock. Where before had been her personal lake for relief and refreshment, there was now dry land, and a large, bustling village of humans. They had heard her moans as roars, and the shaking mountain was seen as evidence of her fury. Their legends had long told of a terrible dragon that would bring forth a steaming, burning, yellow blaze of destruction, and they believed their time had come. Ember had no way to communicate with these people, so she decided only to leave, to fly away to some new place with a new ocean, far from people. Somewhere she could live in peace, pleasure herself, and water the flowers in privacy. Her wings were curled up from her rest, cramped and asleep, but she gently forced them to open, stretching wide on her hind legs briefly. All of this caused her a cacophony of sloshing, splashing sound; it felt if a tsunami had struck her insides, and in truth it had. Ember, wings outstretched, froze in place and closed her eyes, a grunt echoing loudly across the valley. Her teeth bared and clenched, her thighs shook and caused tremors to disturb the mountain once more, and the cries of the humans increased. She must have been about to unleash the awful burning heat that would destroy their homes and lives, surely! Unbeknownst to them, Ember was using all her mighty muscles to avoid this. Oh, how badly she wanted to piss now! How much the pressure was causing her loins to burn with desire! How she wanted to just lift one of her mighty, meaty hind legs and let rip a thunderous waterfall of hot piss right now; like the world's largest dog in the world's hottest heat. She wanted to piss her mind away, and then grind her aching pussy on the mountain’s surface until she came as hard as anything had cum before. Calling out and spraying her fluids of pleasure and pressure far and wide. Yet she knew that a good, and proud Dragoness, would never piss where men might see, where anyone might see. She would fly to the oceans, to the most isolated parts of the world and only then would she release herself. The journey would take some days, but she could hold it. A dragon can hold her piss forever if need be, and Ember was the strongest dragon of them all. Only, now she didn’t feel like a dragon; she felt like a puppy, a bursting bitch clawing at the door to be let out, to find a nearby tree a-and... no. She was strong. She would not piss, not yet. A dragon never pisses. As she repeated this and similar mantras in her mind, she spread her wings and, with a hefty swoosh, took to the air. Deep within, her bladder sloshed with a noise like thunder, and the people cried and held their loved ones close. Ember paid them no mind, and hurried away from the city, out beyond them and into the distance. She was a swift flyer, even with all this extra weight to keep her from her usual altitude, yet it mattered not. Settling in for the short, few-day-flight to relief, she forced her mind to leave her bladder for now. Not entirely successfully, as her horny brain kept reminding her how full she was, even fuller than typically after such a sleep, and how erotic the stretching feeling was. With every stroke of her wings, the fluids inside her swirled up and down, crashing into the top and bottom of her absurdly wide bladder walls, bulging either her stomach slightly further outwards, or making contact with the rest of her internals and squishing them for extra space. Ember’s payload was truly gargantuan, and she couldn’t help leaking frequent quantities of natural lubrication down onto the hills and valleys bellow her. What didn’t help at all were the rains that soon started. Gentle enough at first, then high powered winds that smashed against her and slowed her forward progress. The clouds grew heavy and grey with moisture, and when they could hold it no longer it was unleashed on the countryside. Each tiny droplet was like a stinging spark of electricity to Ember, shooting through her body and focusing in on the mass of conductive, pent up piddle inside her abdomen. She squirmed in the air, slowing her flight even more and causing her to drop down lower from the clouds and their terrible, gushing sounds. Though it wasn’t easy, Ember managed to adjust to this noise, letting the pitter-patter of raindrops become like background static. The feeling of the droplets on her scales was harder to ignore, or picture as anything but what it was, yet she managed to settle the revolting of her bladder by again maintaining her mantra, this time cooing it to herself as if it were a prayer. “Dragons don’t piss. Dragons never piss. I do not need to piss. I could hold forever if I wanted. I can wait as long as it takes. Dragons don’t piss.” This worked for a time. After about five miles of distance, she came across a huge body of water within a stone structure. Ember now realised how her relief had gone away; the humans had constructed an impressive dam to hold the water at bay and open the lands up for settling. Despite the inconvenience this had caused her by delaying her comfort, she found herself impressed by the little creatures. They always found new ways to make use of the lands, and bring Mother Nature to heel. Ember was reflected on how alike the structure was her own privates now; a solid wall that valiantly held back the will of nature and of water, containing thousands of gallons of furious water. One of her many dreams returned to her, that of the terrible water Nymph she had drank and held prisoner. Her wings shuddered with the rest of her. The dam had almost passed her by, when her enhanced vision spotted something alarming. There was a crack, a crack forming in the stone. One here, another elsewhere, and at once they were all about! Ember stopped where she was, keeping herself in the air, and brought her front legs to her mouth in a gasp. The dam was shuddering under the weight of something, but what? The rain! Realisation came as strong as and as forceful as the waves did to the walls of the human creation. The torrential rainfall had caused a build up in the water, and perhaps caused by some random strike of lightning, or a rouge gust of wind, a terrible series of waves had formed inside the contained lake. The battering of these waves had not been planned for by whoever built this dam, and it was coming crumbling down. It was with horror that Ember realised the people of the town would literally be washed away by this flood; their doom! It was her duty as a greater being, an older being, to prevent this. In searching her mind, she closed her eyes and groaned, heavily, inwardly, as she realised the only thing she could do to save them. It was going to be painful, but she must. Ember would have to drink it all. Just as the benevolent beast had mentally prepared herself for this task, the dam suddenly burst! The water sent the stone wall exploding in all directions, crumbling it to dust beneath its force and flooding down the valleys, heading directly for the village as her personal lake once had. Ember wasted no time, closing her mind and her nerves to the pain in her bladder from the sound, the sight, and now the sudden movement; she soared through the air at top speed to catch the flood. It took about two miles for her to catch up, and by then the village was in sight! The people who had been celebrating the falseness of their prophesied demise, and the departure of the dragon, were suddenly thrown into hysteria again as they saw both her, and the waves, approaching. By now, Ember was ahead of the water, and had only to find some way to direct it into her jaws. She got ahead of it and landed only a mile from the people, her back to them, facing the hurtling, exponentially accelerating water. Her brow lowered, her eyes narrowed, and with a mighty deep breath she unleashed a great wave of fire which reduced the hills either side of her to molten lava. Once done, her wings spread out and cupped this magma, unharmed by its heat, then shifted the masses into a sort of funnel shape, directing all the water towards her face. Finally, she took a deep breath, blowing the rock until it started to harden once more. She opened her jaws as wide as she could and prepared herself, her stomach, and her poor bladder for the impact. --- That's all for now, let me know what you think and it may continue! Also, while you're here, you can check out some similar little ideas on my forum thread: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/47053-tiny-stories-and-poems-of-desperation/ Thanks for reading!
  7. I noticed that when i have a full bladder, the pressure goes away when i am pressing on my lower belly. This lasts for some minutes until it comes back and it only works when my bladder is moderately full and not bursting. Have some of you noticed that too?
  8. From the album: Furry Pee

    Turns out that the new animatronics are more life like. Especially with the Metal Bladders. Roxanne had to learn the hard way as she waits for the elevator so she can empty the metal bladder before it releases the stored urine
  9. So after research on this site, and others. I was able to compile a list of sensations and feelings that I was able to determine to be common for anyone that experienced a genuine loss of control accident. If I missed anything or something needs to be expanded upon or remove something that is inaccurate, let me know. Side Note: From what I can determine, not everyone experiences the same sensation/s, and sensation intensity varies from person to person. Obviously, the sensations are not in order. Some sensations pertaining to "Before" may be just before the start of an accident or several minutes prior. Possible Sensations of uncontrolled bladder related accident: After - Not noticing the sensation of peeing, just the temperature of liquid. Before/During/After - Fever like and/or chills Before - Sudden shiver throughout the whole body just before (Maybe the reflex action to the brain's bladder override signal) Before/During/after - Hairs standing on end During - Kind of Paralysis During - Muscles squeeze (tense Up) around bladder may feel like weight on the lower abdomen During - Sphincter relaxes involuntarily Before - Spasms Before/during - Drop/spurt During - gradual leaking Before - Bladder numbing sensation During/After - Muscle exhaustion around bladder and urethra (pain or soreness of the muscles) *1 Before - Waves of desperation, and relief Before - Before-urination-tingling in groin and around legs (most intense at tip of urethra) Before/during - goosebumps Before/During - Twitching urethra Before - tense stiff sensation in sections or all over the body Before - heavy bladder weight feeling Before - Bladders sensitive to touch Before - Desperation shocks During - Involuntary release reflex Before/During - Panic Breathing Before/during - Accelerated heart rate Before - Numbing-tingling in the groin area During/after - possible orgasm Before - Extra sensitivity of reproductive organs Before/during/after - subconscious panicky thoughts Before - Butterfly in the stomach Before/during/after - uncontrolled shaking in sections or all over the body Before/during/after - welling up tears not necessarily related to emotions of sadness or anger Before - Stinging in the tip of the urethra During - Random contract and relaxing of urethra and/or bladder muscles, creating a pulsating stream Before - Shaking sensation in bladder Before - feeling of bloating as bladder stretches After - Sinking sensation After - the jiggle After - Blushing After - Felling of embarrassment, shame, relief, and or euphoria After - Jelly feeling in the legs and stomach After - Suctioning of clothing and fabric to the body After - on and off feeling of needing to go I may try to organize these more in the future, a quasi order of operation, or categorize by time a sensation may be felt Before/During/After an accident.
  10. Sometimes I feel I can hold my bladder for ages squirming as I read a book or do housework or having to hold discreetly in a business meeting. Of course I love that tingling pressure feeling and how that makes my body and mind feel. But I also love being sexually teased and foreplay and love edging sexually for hours too. Sometimes I can control my bladder even in extreme situations but other times I can’t, and the same with holding back an orgasm. Somwhatbdo you feel you can control the most: your need to pee when desperate or your need to climax when very sexually arroused?
  11. I was curious how much mls/ounces it takes for everybody to make a visible bladder bulge. Mine starts at 800ml and gets really big with more than 1000ml in it. How about yours?
  12. School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus. “Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat. “Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people. “Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully. * 15 minutes passed. * “Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch. Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching. “Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well. Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty. As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home. “God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can. “Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid. As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy. “Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there. As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair. Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people. “Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure. 60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped. “Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time. “Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss. At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience. Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much. At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss. “Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate. “I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure. “Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.” “Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing. “Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice. “Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class. “Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.) “Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression. “OMG what happened then?” “It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box” “Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes things worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms. “Ok I will. Take care.” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair. The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam. Meanwhile Anudi was peacefully sitting on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her pussy hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush, wetting it in the process. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took the metallic bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet from the cold water. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. (Usually Sri Lankan toilets doesn't have toilet paper)Soon the knicker was well placed covering her thick buttocks and the semi wet vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building. Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤ (Hi guys this is my first story ever written. Please ignore the mistakes and hope you enjoyed the story. p.s. I mistakenly posted the same story in interactive stories section. Sorry about that. Seems like I can't remove the topic.)
  13. Two of my favorite stories ever are Rexone's Sunset series and Pain from Omorashi.org's Trip to Rajmahal Fort. I talked with both of them and got permission to use their characters for this story, and I hope I did them justice! Sunset to Never at Rajmahal Fort By Holditin I got home late from a long day of work and found two things happening at the same time. My stunning girlfriend, AJ, was on the toilet happily pissing away what I was sure was a very large load of pee, and I got a text from my friend Preeti. ‘How about another trip to Rajmahal Fort tomorrow? Parul and Sneha are already in! It should be really fun!’ My brow furrowed as I replied on my phone, ‘That sounds ok, but why do you want to go back? It was just a year ago that we saw the whole place. I’m sure not much has changed.’ Almost instantly another text came back, ‘To be honest, neither Parul, Sneha or I were really able to pay enough attention to it the first time. We had to pee so badly! You remember? But I talked with the others and it turns out all of us have done bladder stretching exercises and trainings, so we can wait much longer now and it should make for a comfortable trip! Are you in?’ Now this piqued my interest. I quickly texted back, ‘Great! As long as my girlfriend AJ can come I will see you all tomorrow!’ Just as AJ’s bursting pee was finishing, I received my last text of the night from Preeti, ‘Of course, the more the merrier! =)’ Now I had to make sure that AJ was in prime competitive spirit, so I needled her as she rose from the toilet, “Hey AJ, I think you might need to learn to wait better. It seems you are peeing all the time these days!” She scoffed at me, “Is that so, big boy? I am peeing less and less actually. That was my first pee of the day and in 24 hours total, and it is already 8 pm!” I couldn’t deny how impressive that was, but pressed on, “Well AJ, you see, I got invited tomorrow to take us on a long trip with some friends, and they are all girls who can wait until their eyes turn yellow before taking a pee. So I hope you don’t embarrass me by needing restroom breaks while they remain comfortable.” This comment did it. AJ bristled, “I will certainly hold as long as them and then EVEN LONGER. In fact, I am sure they will be peeing tomorrow morning before the trip, so from right now I won’t take ONE SINGLE PEE until we’re back home, understood?” “That’s tough talk, but I hope you can back up your words!” I told her daringly. AJ gave me a steely gaze for a moment, then went to the fridge. I assumed she was retrieving a midnight snack, but she returned with a 1L bottle of water and began chugging it down. She kept my gaze the entire time, and when she put down the empty water bottle AJ told me again, firmly, “No pee breaks!” I couldn’t wait for the day ahead as we cuddled up, AJ in her tight latex wears, and went to sleep. We awoke the next morning at 6 and were dressed and ready to depart at 7. AJ had chugged down 500 ml more of water in defiance, and even though I could already see a slight bulge in her bladder from the night’s water, along with the extra her kidneys surely poured into her following her 24 hour hold, she hissed at me that she felt no urge and dressed herself in a killing tight latex catsuit, latex panties, and then her normal shirt and zipless skintight jeans. Crazy to me, but just another day for my AJ! We drove out to Preeti’s and arrived just after 8, and thankfully all the girls had met there to save on driving. I knocked on the door and Preeti opened it, “Oh, good to see you! We’ll be out in a minute – Sneha is just finishing up in the bathroom.” I couldn’t resist asking, “Did you all pee this morning to prevent a repeat of last time?” Parul poked her head out from behind the door to answer me, “Yes, we’ve all just went, if you must know. But we will be fine for a long time now. Trust us!” I nodded and walked back to the car to wait for them with AJ. “So you have 12 more hours of pee in you than all of the other girls!” I told her, which made her beam with pride. “And it will stay that way, do not worry about that!” AJ replied. Ten minutes later the three girls came out of Preeti’s house, dragging a small cooler with them to the car. “What is that?” I asked incredulously. Sneha smiled, “Oh, we decided to bring enough drinks for all of us in here. It will be a long day, after all.” AJ got up to help them get it in the backseat, and she ended up sitting back there with Sneha and Preeti, while Parul sat up front with me. Before we reached the highway Parul pointed out a coffee shop and said, “Can we stop there and pick up some coffees? I am still trying to wake up!” The other girls nodded, especially AJ, who I’m sure was getting very excited as the prospect of filling her bladder up with drinks and still holding it all in. I parked and the five of us went inside. They were doing a special on large, 1L cups of coffee, and Preeti noticed it right away. “Hey, let’s save some money and get the 1L cups!” The others agreed, so we paid and all sat, drinking our coffees and reminiscing about old times. Afterwards I got up to take a pee, as I knew that amount of coffee would go right through me, but as expected none of the other girls were even looking for bathrooms so early into the trip. When I returned Parul made a comment, “Gosh, it seems like all of us have gotten better at waiting for a relief….except you!” All I could do was laugh and agree as we all left the place and piled back into the car. I drove us down the highway while the girls talked amongst themselves. While my three friends were quick to befriend AJ, I could tell that they would not become too close due to my feisty girlfriend’s argumentative and intense nature. I did not mind that, though. Sometimes a little conflict made things more exciting! But for now everything was calm and the girls were clearly enjoying themselves. After an hour on the road, Sneha reached into the cooler for the first time. Instead of grabbing something on the top, she snuck her hand way down into the ice, and it came up with a bottle of beer. “Ah, this should do the trick!” she smiled. Preeti groaned, “Ohhh not again, Sneha! Why can’t you just enjoy an outing without alcohol??” “Why can’t you just enjoy an outing without alcohol??” “Yeah,” Parul agreed, “You’ll just have too much and ending up sleeping it off in the car while we have all the fun.” But AJ’s eyes lit up, “Sneha, pass me one of those!” Sneha grinned and fished out another beer bottle for my girlfriend. “See guys? Some people like to party too!” Sneha laughed at her friends, clinking bottles with AJ before they downed their beers. Five minutes later the beers were drained and Sneha and AJ started reaching into the cooler for seconds. “Wouldn’t you rather have one of these, like me and Parul will have?” Preeti asked snidely, grabbing a couple 1L cartons of fruit juice from the cooler. Both party animals cackled and shook their heads, so Preeti shrugged and passed one of the cartons to Parul. I drove on as every girl in the car continued to drink. We made good time on the road until 11:30, when Preeti declared she was hungry and wanted some lunch. My belly rumbled in agreement, as did Parul’s. Sneha and AJ were not so hungry because their two beers had filled their stomachs, but they accompanied us into the next rest stop’s restaurant all the same. As I exited the car, I made sure to briefly pick up the cartons of fruit juice Preeti and Parul had been drinking, and to my excitement found them both to be empty! I arrived into the restaurant late and got in line with my girls to be seated. Parul was at the back with me and suddenly turned and said, “I wonder if they have bathrooms here…” I shrugged my shoulders, “Probably, but they probably are not very nice to use. Everyone comes through here, after all. Why, do you need one?” Parul shook her head, “Oh, no, not for me. I am fine. I was just thinking about Sneha and AJ, because they have drunk all that beer, and you know what that does to you…it goes through you quickly!” I nodded, “I am sure they will still be fine. Remember, Sneha waited as long as you did during our last trip, and she had more beer then than she’s had today.” Before Parul could respond, our table was ready, so we broke off the conversation. I deliberately didn’t tell her about AJ’s impeccable holding abilities because I wanted to see what would happen when the other girls found out for themselves. Lunch was had, and with it the girls made sure to chug down two pints of soda each. Conversation was winding down and we seemed about ready to get up, but then the waitress came back and AJ ordered a third pint of soda. I could see the other girls looking at each other a little as AJ drank it down, and again when she didn’t make a move to the bathroom afterwards. I knew these girls would be seriously filling up in a few hours with all the drinks reaching their bladders, but for now everyone still looked normal and fine. We rose and left the restaurant, with AJ giving me a knowing smirk regarding her third pint of soda. I returned the smirk, but leaned in and whispered, “Are you sure you aren’t gonna regret that later? Your bladder must be a blimp by now!” “I am perfectly comfortable, sweetie, thank you.” AJ replied, though I saw her bladder bulging outwards with over 16 hours of piss in it. What a woman! We returned to the car, and before I’d even driven us out of the parking lot AJ and Sneha had popped out another beer each to drink. Parul began a bottle of water 15 minutes later. I kept driving, and when the clock struck 2 pm I could see bladder bulges forming for Parul, Preeti, and Sneha. AJ’s was not merely forming, it had been there for a good long time! Nearly since she’d woken up, but she was as calm as everyone else was on the outside. I wondered just how much force it was taking her sphincter to keep her bladder full and shut. AJ reached for another beer and asked Sneha if she would like the same. For the first time, I saw Sneha hesitate before accepting it, no doubt thinking about the load on her distending bladder. Both ladies chugged them down while Parul and Preeti stuck to new bottles of water. It was a good thing the girls had decided to bring such a big cooler, because they were working their way through the drinks with reckless abandon. At 4 pm we were a mere hour from the fort, but we were also finally passing a coconut water stand, and I knew that the girls loved this type of drink, despite how much they’d already consumed. “Hey, girls! How about a quick pit stop for some coconut water?” I suggested. “Sure!” came back the unanimous reply, all girls saying it brightly. I pulled the car over and we all got out. I ran to some nearby bushes to take a leak while the girls got in line. When I was drained and relieved, I came back to find them talking over their drink selections. The girls seemed intent on splitting two coconut waters between the four of them, but I wouldn’t have that. I went ahead of them on the pretense of paying for the drinks, and when I was finished ordering each girl was laden with her own coconut water to drink. It was more than they were anticipating and I saw some eyes go wide, not AJ’s of course, but no one said a word and they all began drinking. I followed the girls back to the car and gave AJ a playful spank, to which she stiffened up immediately for a second, then returned to her normal, composed self. Then I got back in the car to finish off the drive. I noticed a hot and heavy tension building in the car as it became 5 pm and we reached Rajmahal Fort. It had been 9 hours with many drinks since Parul, Preeti, and Sneha had taken a bathroom break, and a whopping 21 hours for my poor AJ! As much as everyone was trying to remain normal and carefree, I knew their bladders were filling and in need of emptying. In fact, when we exited the car, I saw that my three friends seemed fairly strained. AJ put on her normal face, but I saw sweat coming down her face and her clenched fists and knew she was putting considerable effort into staying clamped up. “How are you doing, my sweet?” I asked her, putting my arm around her shoulders. We were walking behind the other three. “I am just fine, thank you!” AJ told me enthusiastically. “Mhm…” I replied, suddenly lowering my arm to her waist and palpating her bursting abdomen. I pressed down over her tight shirt and killer latex and felt my hand stopped by her rock hard bladder! The move caused AJ to stop, tense, and glare at me. “Don’t do that, dumbo! Do you have any idea how much I am containing right now??” AJ sneered. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I feigned ignorance, “Do you need a toilet break? No one else has even asked for a stop yet.” “Are you joking?!? My bladder is locked down and under complete control. And that is with no toilet breaks for over 20 hours and only one break in the last 45! Don’t underestimate me…” AJ said angrily. I nodded, rubbed her bladder a little longer, and then we sped up a bit to catch up with my friends. We all entered the fort area together and began walking around, snapping pictures, and enjoying seeing the sights. The girls were all engrossed with the beauty of the fort, and I was engrossed with the beauty of their swelling abdominal regions! Before I knew it, it was 7 pm and we’d been circling the fort for 2 hours’ time. As much as the girls were enjoying themselves, I knew they were only human and eventually their urgent needs would catch up to them. As I snapped a picture of them all, I saw Preeti looking anxious and fidgeting a bit. Sneha was also keeping her legs close together while walking, and wasn’t making much conversation. Only Parul and my dear AJ looked unaffected by the hot balls of piss in their abdomens. Then Preeti stopped as a bladder wave hit her, and finally she asked the group, “Hey, do you know of any toilets around here? I haven’t been to one all day and it would be really nice to get some relief!” “That’s a good idea! Those beers are really wanting to be let out!” Sneha agreed with her. My friends started craning their necks in search of toilets, but then AJ yelled at them, “Only 11 hours and already you guys are thinking of bathroom breaks?? You aren’t little girls, you know. I don’t want to have to stop what I am doing just because you girls can’t control yourselves like I can.” The others were a little shocked at this outburst, and I knew it was a combination of AJ’s normal attitude and her pained bladder making her angry. Parul stepped up to AJ and said, “Hey, look, everyone needs to pee sometimes. I’ll bet even you will need to pee soon! Look at how much you’ve drunk!” AJ scoffed at this, “I can hold it as long as I want! I am well-trained in that area. My muscles are too strong to be loosened by a little bit of pee.” Parul nodded, then convened with the other girls in low tones for a couple minutes. When they were finished, she looked back at AJ and said, “Well, if that is true, then you’ll have to prove it! We challenge you to outhold the three of us! We may be full, but we’re not even close to bursting and we can hold on for ages! Just ask your boyfriend!” AJ grinned at the prospect of this challenge, and replied, “Let’s get some drinks!” At 10 pm we checked into our hotel room for the night. It had two beds – one for the three girls, and one for AJ and me. Over the course of the last three hours the girls’ drinking had gone off the charts. AJ made sure everyone was well-hydrated with water bottle after water bottle for the rest of our time at Rajmahal Fort, and everyone had ordered multiple refills of iced tea with dinner. I ran into the bathroom and took a pee while the girls stayed in the bedroom, wishing they could also feel that blessed relief. AJ was at a mind boggling 26 hours without a pee, while the other girls were at an impressive 14 hours since their last relief. Preeti and Sneha were clearly fidgeting and rubbing their legs together, even crossing them when they thought others weren’t looking. Parul and AJ, on the other hand, were simply frowning and exchanging determined glances while pretending as if their bladders were empty and not nearly overloaded with piss. Because of the tight latex wear AJ had on underneath her normal clothes, her bladder bulge appeared the same size as Preeti’s and Sneha’s, and actually smaller than Parul’s enormous lump. We got into bed, with Sneha, Preeti and Parul squishing and squirming into one bed and AJ and myself occupying the other. I put a hand on my lovely girlfriend’s abdomen and felt nothing but steel hardness, and I knew her bladder must be pushing its maximum limits. I pressed a little bit and got no reaction, so I increased the pressure until I got a delicate squirm out of my iron bladdered goddess. AJ began to glare in my direction, but then her tone shifted. It seemed the giant ball of compressed pee she was containing was pressing on her sensitive g-spot and making AJ horny as hell, because she reached around, into my boxers, and began to pull out my aching penis and stroke it! I was in heaven as my piss-full girlfriend put aside her incredible needs to work me over with a handjob. I began to feel her up and she cooed softly and pressed her ass into my crotch before continuing the handjob by reaching behind her back. AJ was a pro, even with a bursting bladder distracting her. This continued for an hour, with AJ edging me repeatedly but refusing to push me over the edge to cumming, and I had to keep myself quiet so the other girls would not hear our fun. I had thought it would be AJ having to stifle moans of bladder pain when we went to sleep, but I was certainly mistaken! Finally AJ let my still-hard penis go, verified that the other girls were now sleeping soundly, and quietly reached down to her purse by the bed. From it she pulled out yet another liter bottle of water, and with a wink to me and then a look of steely defiance, she put it to her lips and drank it down in one go. Oh how my poor AJ’s bladder would cope with the strain! But she made no mention of pee need, instead rolling over next to me to fall asleep. It took a half an hour for my erection to go down and another half hour for me to be tired enough to fall asleep. I couldn’t help but look forward to tomorrow! I woke up to the sounds of heavy breathing, low moans, squealing, and hushed voices. With one eye open I reached for my phone to check the time – 8 am. Then I turned and was faced with a surprise. It was not AJ whom I was hearing, because she was still fast asleep. I was hearing Parul, Preeti, and Sneha as they fought their bladders in desperation. The girls had successfully lasted an extra night on top of the time they had held their bladders during the last visit to Rajmahal Fort, and with extra drinks to boot! But their now 24 hour bladders were clearly taking a toll on the exhausted friends, as the three were nearly beside themselves trying to contain their waters longer. Parul looked entirely annoyed and was bouncing one leg repeatedly, sweat forming on her brow, concentration bored into her eyes and features. Sneha had her legs double crossed and was sitting on the edge of the bed, grinding her pussy against the bed frame to keep control. Preeti seemed the worst for wear, clutching her crotch and pee dancing near the door. It was clear the three girls were in uncharted territory as far as their bladder capacities were concerned. Through it all AJ was still sleeping peacefully. I was going to let her sleep, but Parul looked at me and asked pointedly, “Can you wake her so that we can go? We need to leave right now if we are to have any chance of getting home dry!” I nudged AJ from her slumber, but told Parul all the same, “Can’t you just use the toilet here in the room if you need it so badly? I did so last night and am about to use it again this morning.” “No! Despite it all we do not want to give that girl the satisfaction of seeing us defeated! If we can all make it home, that’s a tie, and that’s good enough for us….unless AJ loses, of course….or unless she’s already lost. She seems quite calm sleeping there for someone who hasn’t had a pee break for 24 hours! Check her! Did she go during the night??” I waved Parul off, “AJ has tremendous bladder capacity and more than enough willpower to stay dry and not give in during her sleep. Look, she is dry.” To prove my point, I briefly felt AJ’s crotch and then lifted my hand to show no stain of pee on it. AJ’s eyes finally fluttered fully open at my touch, and she greeted me with a smile before remembering where she was and turning her attention to the girls. “Ok, good, you’re up, let’s gooooo!” Sneha pleaded from the bedside. AJ regarded her briefly, nodded, and rose from the bed without so much as a wince, even though she was unrelieved for 36 hours now. “Alright, I agree, let’s go back and see some more of the fort!” Parul groaned in despair, Sneha threw her head back in agony, and Preeti nearly wet herself right there by the door, but none of the girls would give in and reveal that they wanted to go home and gain relief, so off we went without another word, back to Rajmahal Fort! I soon sensed that this visit would not go as long as the previous day’s. Preeti was hobbling along for all she was worth, Sneha was holding her midsection and groaning constantly, and even the iron horse among them, Parul, was showing significant signs of strain. Preeti and Sneha were sporting impressive bladder bulges, but Parul’s was bloated out far further than either of the others. If the other two were holding in 2 liters, Parul must have been containing 3. AJ’s bladder bulge was now the smallest, constricted as it was by the killing tight latex she wore under her clothes, which, to me, made her calm demeanor even more astonishing. She was walking along, keeping a relaxed face about her, talking and carrying conversation with me normally, and while she was not running around, her movements were not more than a just a little bit stiff. It was crazy for someone containing a 36 hour bladder like herself. I guessed that her bladder had calmed during the night, plus seeing herself so close to victory must have given AJ added adrenaline. But beyond everything else, AJ was simply blessed with an almost perfect ability to control her mammoth bladder, even when other big bladdered girls would be on the verge of erupting with piss. And make no mistake, because Parul, Preeti, and Sneha were all very big bladdered girls, and they were all on the absolute edge of a major eruption. By 9 am we had walked the grounds a bit more, and AJ stopped at a vendor to get a morning drink. “Oh, God! More water! I can’t!” Preeti cried desperately. Sneha was frantically nodding her head in agreement. I thought for sure AJ would give them hell for their admission of weakness, but instead she chose to emphasize her superiority by replying, “Then don’t. Obviously my bladder is stronger and can hold extra drinks. Unlike you three I can always drink what I want and stay in control as long as is necessary.” “We can stay in control too, but it’s been 25 hours! There are limits!” Sneha said with tremors in her voice. She turned to Parul, “Right, Parul? Tell her!” But to Sneha’s and Preeti’s dismay, Parul was already walking up to the vendor to get her own liter bottle of water. “Bottoms up, AJ!” she said as she began drinking it down, even though her legs were crossed over each other tightly as she did so. AJ gave a grin and began chugging her own bottle, with neither girl stopping until they were ¾ done. I knew these girls had determination, but this was a new level! Internally, I wondered how long AJ could keep up her façade, if it even was a façade, of perfect control in the face of so many hours without a toilet, and by the same token I wondered how long Parul could stand the pressure. Someone had to crack, and while under normal circumstances I would never bet against my darling AJ, the fact was she was containing an additional 12 hours of pressing pee. I couldn’t recall ever seeing her hold passed 30 hours before, but of course I had only been dating her for so long. Perhaps she had limits beyond what even I knew about… After another hour of walking around, AJ decided it was time for us to go on a guided tour of the Fort. I could see she was sweating and bending over every now and again from the toe-curling pressure of hot piss lapping up against her aching sphincter, but still my AJ was putting on a brave face and refusing to admit her need. Preeti and Sneha, on the other hand, were long passed the point of maintaining calm, openly crying out about their need for a bathroom. Only their misplaced sense of willpower to always remain dry in public kept them from soaking the ground in front of them. Parul was doing better, but the extra water had bloated her bladder out further than I thought was possible, and she was regularly crossing her legs and even holding herself at intervals while complaining that this was “madness”. So we began the tour, with my four bladder goddesses doing everything in their power to quell the ridiculous urges coming from their overworked bladders. AJ was still succeeding and even appeared to be showing some genuine interest in the tour. The very fact that she could focus on anything besides her horribly pent up pee was astonishing to me! Parul was also still containing herself, albeit clearly using everything she had to do so. In contrast to AJ, Parul looked as though she’d rather be anywhere else, and was not even looking at the tour guide, but rather kept her eyes straight down, looking only at the bulge of her mammoth-sized bladder and where she was walking. Sneha was on the verge of a total bladder meltdown, grasping her vagina openly for all she was worth while also double crossing her legs at regular intervals and kneeling down with them double crossed as low as she could possibly go. Preeti was doing an insane pee dance, which was making it very difficult for me to walk for an entirely different reason, and after an hour of touring she approached me, totally frantic, and whimpered, “Can we pleeeease return home?!? Pleeeease?!? I am bursting! This needs to come out!” Hearing this, Sneha roared her approval, “Yes, listen to her! Hell, even to the hotel at this point! I’ll piss in that foreign toilet, I don’t care anymore! My muscles are just too tired to retain this fluid further!” Preeti nodded rapidly at the suggestion, “Yes, even the hotel toilets! Something! Anything! Don’t make us keep these floods at bay anymore!” AJ snorted with glee at these admissions while I reminded the girls, “You know it has never been me keeping you from the toilets. It’s only your own silly pride to try to outhold my iron bladdered girlfriend that has gotten you into trouble. If you admit defeat to her, perhaps she will give you some mercy.” Parul turned up her nose at this, content to hold longer even as her legs shook, but Preeti could no longer bear the thought of not relieving herself. “AJ! AJ! It is true! After 26 hours I can’t hold any longer! I never thought it would come to this! I didn’t know this competition would go on so long! Please, please, stop with this tour and let us return to the hotel and piss! You win!” she stammered to my grinning girlfriend. AJ nodded, but then replied sadistically, “I haven’t won yet. You say you give up, but you are still holding it. You haven’t given up yet. I’ll only accept your admission when pee runs down your legs, but I have the only key to the hotel room and we are not returning to it unless only one dry girl remains. Outhold me or piss yourself trying.” Preeti nearly fainted to hear those words from my lovely, but determined, AJ. At that moment all of my friends had to know that they were done for. Seeing other members of the tour staring at her, Preeti gave a last-ditch effort to control herself and return to her position beside Sneha, but halfway there the urge to piss was too great, and she instantly returned to frantic pee dancing. I expected her to lose her load at any moment, but alas, the girl’s bladder was stronger than her willpower. The tour lasted another hour, making it 11 am upon its completion, and while Preeti was still hanging on, her bladder was in its final stages of containment. Her muscles were simply too tired to go on. As the tour group dispersed, Preeti stood in between us all and pinched her legs together even tighter than she had over the last two hours, but it was finally no use. A cascade of pee began pouring out from between her legs, drenching her and soaking the ground beneath her. I took a step back and so did AJ, to avoid being splashed, but Sneha was in no condition to move. As soon as the piss splashed up against her, it was over. Her sphincter was holding by its final power, and with this added complication it gave up the fight, and Sneha began emptying her 27 hour load right next to Preeti’s gusher. The amount of piss that was being forced out of them was mightily impressive, and even AJ was giving an unconscious nod of approval. Onlookers fled this way and that to give the two sodden, still-pissing girls some space, and after a few minutes of solid fire hydrant-like gushing, I turned and noticed Parul. She was gritting her teeth and moving her legs up and down in desperation, trying her damndest to hold on while watching and listening to her two best friends losing their battles with their otherwise unbeatable bladders. For a second I thought she would lose right away as well, but Parul’s bladder was stretched and aching and still holding, come hell or high water. Preeti and Sneha finally finished their massive streams of pee, and the five of us departed the scene as quickly as we could. AJ again showed her sadistic side by even refusing to return to the hotel to let Sneha and Preeti change into dry clothes. I sensed that her mood was worsening due to the strain of her bladder, compressed so tightly in her maddeningly figure-hugging latex catsuit and contained for 39 hours now. Parul’s own 27 hour bladder bulged out ominously, by contrast, as it had room to expand but also clearly was not going to be able to expand much further before a disaster would take place. Parul’s eyes also bulged out as AJ went and fetched herself a large beer from a vendor. She shook her head disbelievingly and finally refused to match my girlfriend drink for drink. “Any more and I will pop just like them…” she confided. AJ’s smile was as wide as I had ever seen it, “You see, girls, a true lady like me doesn’t need to cut back on her drinking one bit to cope with bathroom needs. She simply clamps down and holds it. Imagine if our hotel bathroom had been out of order? You all would be out of luck, but here I am still acting perfectly normal!” This was not entirely true, as AJ had been keeping her legs close together when the others were preoccupied and was sweating a great deal from her sphincter’s exertions, but she was in much better shape than Parul, and obviously world’s better than the sopping Preeti and Sneha. At noon Parul asked if we could sit down. Preeti and Sneha quickly jumped in to her defense and made it out like she wanted to sit down so we could eat, but it was obvious that Parul was at her limits and needed to sit to have any hope of keeping her flood at bay. The tides were rising and it was just a matter of time. Regardless, we had not yet eaten on the day, so we accepted this and found an open table in the shade, right by a food vendor. AJ, Sneha, and Preeti went to get the food and drinks, while I stayed to hold the table and keep Parul company. She was vibrating with the effort of keeping her pee concealed in her body, muscles strained and cracking and on the verge of breaking completely. “Your….girl….she’s….too good!” Parul said to me with a quiet dignity. It was not often that I got to see Parul exercise such humility and admit defeat when it came to her bladder. In fact, other than our last trip to Rajmahal Fort, I had never seen it happen! A big wave of urgency ripped through the poor girl and Parul grabbed her crotch with both hands, moaned, and rocked in her seat, fighting to keep control of her pee even a second longer. She somehow rode out the wave and stayed in control of the hot ball of urine packed inside her, earning my admiration. Then the girls returned, bringing pizza and drinks. Everyone had a soda, except AJ, who had both a soda and a second large beer. She had finished her first just before we sat down. I could tell by AJ’s body language that the beer was beginning to make its presence known, coursing through her system and adding a diuretic effect to her bladder’s already bursting state, but my girl could see the finish line now and continued to hold tightly, despite sweating profusely, both from her latex wares and from exertion. Sneha and Preeti sipped their sodas in dismay and ate quietly as they watched their iron bladder champion, Parul, shake and tremble and lose her will to continue fighting, minute after minute after minute. Her bladder bulged out exceptionally, but Parul was barely even attempting to eat and drink, such was her tunnel-visioned focus on holding back her enormous piss load. By the time the meal was finished it seemed that Parul was no longer experiencing wave after wave of bladder urgency, but rather one continuous wave that she fought with her very being to stay in command of. AJ was licking her lips as sweat poured off of the trembling Parul, her bladder finally bulged out to complete capacity and on the verge of explosion. For just a second, the tremors that shook Parul ceased, and she squinted and asked AJ, “Where…did you get…that beer?” Intrigued, AJ raised one eyebrow and pointed at a stand 20 yards away. Parul nodded, somehow rose to her feet, and walked very carefully in the direction of the stand. “There’s no way she makes it there dry,” Sneha said, just as Preeti observed, “I’m sure she’ll make it there without a leak.” The two looked at each other, but this was not the time for smiling, and so they remained stone-faced. What was their last hope for the contest doing? Where was she going? We watched as Parul’s squirming form, belly bloated out from the sheer volume that she was holdling, queued in the beer tent line, then bought a large beer just like AJ’s and slowly returned to us. Parul’s face was flushed and red as she sat back down, and without saying a word, for she was too tired to do anything else, Parul put the large beer cup to her lips and began to chug. Even AJ’s eyes were going wide as Parul continued downing the 1.25 liter beer without breathing once. In a minute, it was finished, and Parul slammed the empty cup down on the table. “It’s done!” she gasped. The prideful girl paused, winced mightily as the largest tremor of bladder agony yet shook her to her core, and then added, “And so am I.” In a flash, Parul tore off her clothes until she was completely stark naked right out in the open. Her bladder looked like a cantaloupe in her abdomen, and she groaned and held it as finally the pressure became too much to bear. A hard jet of pee began to emanate from her unclad vagina, hissing into the ground beneath the table. Parul grabbed her empty beer cup and stuck it under her to catch the flow. Her sighs of relief were attracting attention, as well as her obvious nudity, but Parul could care about nothing else but the relief she was finally feeling after over 28 hours of bladder torture, fighting an opponent she could not hope to beat even with an advantage. After 30 seconds, the beer cup was brimming, but Parul showed no signs of even slowing her fire hose of a stream, and so the beer cup overflowed and piss continued raining down on the ground beneath them. Parul’s eyes were rolling back in her head and her display of relief was so pronounced that even AJ was crossing her legs to keep from following suit. The deluge of piss continued on for minutes, and Parul was barely even able to consciously look at any of us until her stream had nearly died off completely. The girl had to have been holding close to 3 liters with how much she’d let out, and her newfound emptiness showed with her flat stomach. Blinking herself back into reality, Parul deftly returned her clothes to their proper positions upon her body before we all got kicked off the premise, but it took a good deal longer for the crowd that was watching us to disperse this time around. Sighing heavily, Parul stuck out her hand to AJ and shook, telling my girlfriend, “Good match. You were too much for all of us.” Our food finished, and the contest finally over, the five of us rose from the table and began walking. Without realizing it, we began to split apart. I was simply following AJ, who was walking back in the direction of the fort, while the other three were walking in the direction of the parking lot. “Aren’t we going back now?” Preeti asked AJ and me, “What more is there to do? And surely you must want to piss by now, AJ! We’re all impressed with your capacity, but we understand that even you will need a relief before much longer.” AJ, prideful til the end, shook her head viciously at this proclamation, replying, “There is no need for me to take a relief. I am not weak enough to just go because I have outlasted you three. Actually I want to keep exploring the fort and the fairgrounds around here. If you three have had enough, you can take one of the public buses home.” I knew the three girls didn’t want to take public transportation home when my car was right there in the parking lot, but what Sneha and Preeti wanted even less was to continue walking around in their wet clothes for the day. With a wave, my three friends departed in the direction of the buses, with Sneha getting in a last word of, “Don’t push yourself too hard, AJ! Use the toilet when you have to! It’s ok!” Then they were gone and it was just my lovely girlfriend AJ and me at the Rajmahal Fort. Once I saw the three were out of earshot, I turned to AJ and said, “Ok, baby, that was an amazing job! You’ve certainly proved your point to them! Now would you like to go to the car, or did you want to stop at the hotel first so you can pee and have a relaxing car journey home?” AJ regarded me, startled, “Honey, what did you not understand there? I said I wanted to explore the fort and I want to explore the fort.” “Baby, weren’t you just putting on a show for them with that line, to prove your superiority? You’ve pushed yourself really hard and I know that you must be desperate to relieve your aching, compressed bladder, no matter what you say,” I responded honestly. This worked AJ up all over again, “I am not the type of girl who stops what she is doing to take a pee break just because I am uncomfortable! This massive load of piss is contained safely and securely inside of me and it will stay there, no matter how much my bladder tries to blow it out and empty itself. I do not train my sphincter muscles for nothing, nor my bladder capacity, you know. Forget about toilets and let me enjoy this trip!” I nodded, “Ok dear, I will do that. But are you sure you don’t even want to stop to take off your restricting catsuit and let your bladder bulge out normally? Surely that would at least relieve some of the pressure you’re feeling…” “As if I can’t contain that pressure without a second glance! I’ll show you! And why should I get rid of my catsuit? I like to dress with it on and if my bladder decides to bloat inwards instead and cause me greater pressures, so be it. I’ll outwait it like I always do and for the last time, I am not using the toilet at the hotel!” she replied with gusto. I held up my hands, “Ok AJ, ok, you’ve convinced me. I know your full, throbbing bladder is making you irritable, but I don’t mean to say those things to needle you. I am only trying to help! But I’ll do as you say and forget about your bathroom needs, and we can simply enjoy the afternoon together.” “Good!” AJ said defiantly, and off we went to Rajmahal Fort. It was 1 pm, and AJ holding back an incredible 41 hours of aching bladder pressure. At 8 pm, after an additional 7 hours of sightseeing, it was finally time to head home. AJ’s bladder was now a compressed watermelon, doing everything possible to spew out her crazy 48 hour piss load while she heroically resisted. The afternoon had certainly been a memorable one. For the first two hours since our three friends departed, AJ had managed to keep herself under nearly total control, if only just. Conversation still flowed easily, and she took no more than a couple short breaks to regain her composure when a particularly hard spasm hit her. But as time went on, her voice began to get shakier. Her fidgeting grew more pronounced. Her sentences began to ramble on and then end midway through. And five minute rest breaks for our legs quickly turned into half hour squirm breaks as my stunning iron bladdered girlfriend fought tooth and nail with her bladder in her ongoing effort to remain totally free of piss breaks. Around 4 pm, her full bladder seemingly being pushed all the way up to under her significant bosom by the unforgiving latex catsuit, AJ suddenly stopped in her tracks. We had decided on a guided tour of the south side of the fort, the only part of it we had yet to see, and I saw AJ’s eyes glaze over as she fought with herself to pay attention to the speaker. It was for naught, as after 15 seconds of rigid, unmoving standing, her bladder fighting an all-encompassing war with her nearly overflowing pee on the inside while my AJ tried desperately to look calm and unconcerned on the outside, she let out a loud groan of pain and clutched under her bladder bulge for support. Her legs pigeon toed inwards for a few seconds, hot breath hissing from her lips as AJ gave all the concentration she could muster to the task of keeping her sphincter locked up against this new pressure of piss. Some of the group turned to look at her, but I quickly shooed them away, well aware of how delicate and precarious my girlfriend’s situation was. It took AJ a full minute to regain total control over herself, but even the biggest wave of pressure she had felt in two days was not enough to dislodge her clenched sphincter. I was amazingly impressed, as her 44 hour bladder had prevented even the slightest leak from escaping. Sensing disaster, I went to her and said in a low tone, “Honey, you’ve performed magnificently. Really you have. Let’s go back to the hotel and let you empty out before you disgrace yourself in public like the others.” I expected AJ to either accept my offer or at least think about it before refusing, but it seemed she had much more confidence in her current predicament than I did, because she replied angrily, “What did I ask of you once we were alone?? Do not mention my need! I am fine! It was a bladder spasm that felt like death, because this damn catsuit is giving me no room to expand, and so the pressure on my sphincter is constantly multiplied beyond anything you or the other girls have ever felt. But I am used to challenges like this, even after almost two days! I will cope and I will not stop to use a bathroom!” I was taken aback, but replied with a question, “So does that mean you will continue to behave normally and not act as though your bladder is full to the brim with boiling piss?” “Of course, dumbo! What else do you expect of me?” AJ shot back. I nodded, then walked away to a nearby vendor, only returning once I had paid for another large beer for my iron-willed girlfriend. Her eyes went wide as she saw my plan, but she steeled her face and body language and gave no other sign of her dismay. “Then AJ, if you are sure you are going to keep up with living normally, I know that you would have no problem drinking this beer.” AJ’s eyes were filled with contempt, for she knew the pain and desperation this additional diuretic fluid would bring, and yet her ego still overrode her better judgment and she spat back, “Even after almost two days without a relief, with this damned catsuit on, having already drank more than Parul, Preeti, and Sneha did just to prove a point, you’re still not convinced of my abilities and want to push me further! Fine! This is my THIRD beer of the day and I will contain it just like I have contained everything else!” With that, she grabbed the beer from me and hastily chugged the entire thing down in a single go. I knew the move would come back to haunt her, but AJ was manic in her conviction to hold longer still, and so I said nothing more. But by 8 pm we had seen everything there was to see, and most vendors were closing up shop for the night. Darkness was falling, and neither myself nor AJ was interested in paying for a second night at the hotel room. I am sure that another reason that AJ didn’t want to stay longer was that her iron control was finally slipping. The third beer had put her kidneys into overdrive, and within an hour of it I could tell AJ was being pumped full of new liquids desperate for escape. For the last two hours AJ had made only spotty conversation and had resorted to keeping her fists clenched at all times, either balled up at her sides or clutching the sides of her jeans that she wore over her catsuit. She was also stamping her feet rapidly every minute or two, finally having to resort to the measures taken by desperate schoolgirls to keep control of her massive 48 hour bladder. We turned in the hotel room key, and even while I chatted with the front desk associate, AJ was helplessly fidgeting around the lobby. I could not call it a full blown pee dance, especially after Preeti’s display hours before, but AJ was reaching her limits, both in terms of her capacity and her sphincter’s nearly untireable strength. Even AJ had a max, much as she wanted to deny the cruel fact. And even though I loved the torture she put herself through, I also loved her, and I was conflicted about seeing her finally push too far and lose control like the others. But not conflicted enough not to get one last beer for AJ for the road from the final open beer vendor… We made for the car and AJ curled up into a ball in the passenger seat, shoving her hands between her legs, and yet somehow still removing them from time to time to work on her fourth beer. The girl was insatiable when it came to bladder punishment. She was now out of the public eye, and so she was forced to do everything necessary to keep her pressing pee shut inside her spasming, painful bladder. “Are you ok AJ?? Is there anything I can do?” I asked with concern in my voice. It was not often I saw my confident girl in this amount of trouble with her unbreakable bladder. AJ took a moment to compose herself before responding, “You have no idea the hell of this catsuit, or of this pressure. I will endure! Just drive! Drive!” I nodded, fastened my seatbelt, and immediately gunned it out of the parking lot. I knew it was dangerous, but AJ’s words and her situation spurred me on with renewed adrenaline and I drove onto the highway going well over the speed limit. I knew it had taken hours upon hours to reach Rajmahal Fort the previous morning, but at the rate of speed I was driving, I figured I could get us home in 4 hours if I avoided being pulled over. With AJ in the state she was, it was a risk I was willing to take. At 10 minutes after midnight, our car screeched into the parking lot of our apartment building. We were nearly out of gas, and two times I was sure a police officer had seen me, but we’d made it. And AJ had also made it, by the skin of her teeth. She was full of surprises, even during the drive. At 10 pm, halfway through the mad rush home, I felt a light thunk against my temple. I turned and saw that it was the plastic beer cup that AJ had thrown at me….and she had thrown it at me because it was empty. The crazy girl had drank down a full 4 beers on a bladder that was already 36 hours full when she woke up that morning! She managed a small smile before returning to the unenviable task of holding all that liquid within herself a while longer. I just shook my head in disbelief and kept driving. In the last hour, AJ impressively seemed to have a modicum of control over her quivering sphincter muscle, and she was putting on a front of being used to the pain her totally overstretched bladder was putting her through. But when we got out of the car and began to walk to our apartment, AJ’s more than 52 hour bladder rebelled. Her overtaxed sphincter was trying madly to hold tight, but as AJ was forced to double over and shove her hands deep into her crotch, I wondered if the end was nigh, and so close to her own toilet! We rushed inside, AJ now finally doing a full blown pee dance as I struggled with my keys to unlock the door, and then we were inside! She had done it! With a cry of joy, AJ fled to the bathroom while I sat down on the sofa. I was absolutely exhausted from driving like a madman for four hours straight, to the point that I was ok with just hearing AJ’s amazing torrent instead of watching her spew out her piss first hand. I waited for a few minutes, hearing nothing of the sort, and got curious. Before I could investigate further, AJ came out of the bathroom, wearing only a skimpy pair of short shorts and a sports bra. Her body was covered in a damp sweat, evidence of the torture she had put herself through. And was still putting herself through, because I was also coming face to face with the largest bladder bulge I had ever seen! It really was like a watermelon in her abdomen. The bulge of AJ’s 52 hour bladder was perhaps one and a half times larger than that of Parul just before she gave in and peed herself, all those hours ago. “My dear….aren’t you going to use the toilet now? You did it! You made it back and through the entire trip, even though it went much longer than planned! You are a true bladder goddess!” I could see the effort in her eyes, and I could see how every muscle in her body was taut and wracked with pain as AJ said, “Oh no, honey. As you said, I am a bladder goddess, and I will prove it by behaving with a 52 hour bladder as I would with an empty one. I certainly…don’t….need a toilet (It took her an amazing amount of effort to add the ‘don’t’ into that sentence), but I only needed to get out of that airtight catsuit! It was squashing my bladder like crazy! I am settled and committed to holding!” She said this even as I noted that she seemed to be at her absolute limits. The white bowl was just a door away and had to be incredibly inviting, but somehow my AJ’s willpower was such that she could resist it, even while changing out of her catsuit just mere inches from it. I bade her to sit next to me and could feel her shaking frame. AJ’s body was not meant to be going through the torment she was forcing upon it, and I knew it was only seconds until she would break. She simply had to. But she did not. Midnight turned to 1 am, which turned to 2 am, and still AJ made no move to relieve herself, even as the shaking of every fiber in her body grew and grew. Her bladder jutted out unnaturally from her, but she would not give in to it, and even let me touch and stroke it while gritting her teeth to fight back a yell. The unbelievable amounts of effort she was putting forth finally did get the better of her…but not of her bladder. At 2 am, with 54 hours separating her from her last release of pee, AJ fell into a light, unstable sleep. Within five minutes of her going out, I realized just how tired I was as well, and sleep soon followed for me too. I woke up at 9 am and saw that AJ was also coming out of her slumber. Immediately upon waking she groaned loudly and reached out to caress her swollen bladder, which now nearly resembled a beach ball. She almost had tears in her eyes from the pain, and I wondered how it must feel to go from a peaceful sleep to waking up and instantly feeling the bladder agony she was feeling. “AJ, darling, perhaps a morning pee is necessary?” I ventured softly, not wanting to upset her first thing in the morning. AJ shook her head in disgust, “If there’s one thing you know about me, it’s that I don’t…need…to take morning pees. And that isn’t about to change now. I don’t care how big the pee inflates my belly. It’s staying put!” She said it even as her legs shook frantically from the strain of holding back 61 hours’ worth of ridiculously pent up pee. I gave her a few minutes to change her mind, but when she did not I got up and went into the bathroom to use it myself. I saw her crumpled catsuit laying on the floor by the bathroom sink from where she had torn it off to be comfortable again, or at least as comfortable as was possible in AJ’s present condition. I took my minute long morning piss, sighed with relief, and exited the restroom. AJ had clearly heard my stream, because she was now sitting up, clutching her bloated belly, and trying not to be overly obvious about bouncing up and down. I made us breakfast, as AJ was in no condition to help, despite her telling me otherwise while rocking on the couch, and we ate and drank in relative silence. And AJ wouldn’t be AJ if she didn’t consume two cups of coffee along with her juice for breakfast, which led to me marveling her bladder strength even more. She was primed and ready to pop, and still AJ refused to admit her need. With no plans for the day, we laid on the couch and cuddled and watched some television. AJ was the epitome of uncomfortable, shifting positions every minute and becoming more and more frustrated with her body’s failings. The coffee was her undoing, and it seemed she would simply HAVE to pee before her body made the choice for her. “It seems nature is calling. Perhaps you ought to listen to it…” I implored as AJ repositioned herself for the tenth time in five minutes, jarring me from a nice spooning spot. I was as hard as iron laying with her in this state, but the part of me that wanted to see my lovely girlfriend relaxed again was growing, even outpacing my tremendous lust for her bladder desperation. “If nature is calling, I am not picking up the phone to answer!” AJ swatted the idea away, crossing her legs and thrusting her hands in between her legs. As AJ’s desperation reached its zenith, she stood up from her seat and began squatting and fanning her legs every minute. Little moans of effort were escaping her lips involuntarily, and beads of sweat were pouring down her face and body once more. Her cleavage seemed like it was directing a river, and her whole body glistened. By noon, with an incredible 64 hours now gone by without relief, AJ’s desperation somehow reached even greater heights. She alternated between doing a pee dance that would put Preeti to shame, fast walking all over the living room, nearly sprinting back and forth, and then curling up in a ball on the sofa and bobbing her knees up and down recklessly. AJ’s sphincter was clearly passed any normal limits of exhaustion and was surviving to hold only on willpower alone. And while AJ’s reservoir of willpower was unmatched, so to was the astounding volume of the reservoir of urine within her maxed out, burning bladder. I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting for the inevitable flood to come. Even AJ was not immune to nature, no matter what she wanted to believe. I knew she wanted to hold on longer, til infinity if possible, but it was clear she was done in. Her sphincter was mere seconds away from cracking and letting her floodwaters cascade out over the living room floor. Even AJ seemed to realize it when I looked into her eyes, though she still fought like a demon to contain herself further. With AJ’s pride still somehow refusing to let the poor girl empty her engorged bladder, I sat back to watch her lose control. A new wave of urgency ripped through my iron bladdered girlfriend, then another, and another. There seemed to be no delay in between the waves anymore. AJ was vibrating with need, her eyes going starry, muttering “Hold…hold…never pee…never pee…” under her breath, but she was teetering on the edge and I could see the dam was about to be breached. It was 1 pm, AJ on the absolute brink of destruction, a mind-bending 65 hours gone by since she’d had that relieving before bed piss, when my phone vibrated. I forced myself to tear my eyes away from my exploding girlfriend to check it. It was a text from Sneha. “Hey, do you guys fancy doing lunch today? We just wanted to show that there are no hard feelings about the way the trip ended! 2 pm at our usual café?” I read the text, breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked up at AJ. She could not be still even for a minute as I talked to her, “AJ – Sneha, Preeti, and Parul want to have lunch with us in an hour. I think it is a good idea. But I know you are in no state to be in public right now. Please, please, you have proven yourself above and beyond what is necessary. Go into the bathroom, get in that shower, cool yourself off, and piss to your heart’s content while you are in there. It will feel even better with the water running down you as you let out your own waters. Then we can both relax together and have a nice meal with friends. Ok?” AJ looked at me, her eyes going buggy from the pain she was feeling, and I could see her face go deep into thought for a full minute before she answered, “…….no, I will hold….” But her voice finally, FINALLY lacked conviction, and I knew that this time I could convince her, because she herself knew that trying to hold further was hopeless. She was seconds from wetting herself. “No, you will go and pee in that shower, and then we’ll go and get lunch. Ok?” I repeated myself. AJ stared me down until the pee urgency overwhelmed her, and after 65 hours she replied, “……Ok, I’ll pee.” That was it. The words had been said. I smiled widely, gave her a light hug, making sure not to rub against her bladder, which by now seemed to even be pushing her ribs up a little, and got a change of clothes for her and laid them in the bathroom while she slowly managed to rise from her seat for the final time. AJ clutched herself and half-walked, half-waddled to the bathroom, finally having hit her true outer limit and survived to pee in her own bathroom, gave me one more small smile, and shut the door behind her. From outside the door, I heard her clothes come off, and then a minute later the shower began to run. Maybe I was imagining it, but I thought I heard a sigh of relief a minute after that. 65 hours of holding, and finally my perfect AJ could be comfortable again…at least until her next hold. I smiled to myself and began to get dressed to go out. Epilogue I had picked out for AJ a pair of sexy tight jeans and a shirt that showed off her ample cleavage, and when she came out of the bathroom at 1:45 wearing it and looking slim, trim, and confident after her surely orgasmic release of pee, I couldn’t have been happier. My girlfriend was stunning! We walked to the café together and arrived a few minutes after 2, where Parul, Preeti, and Sneha were all waiting for us. We ate and drank and laughed together, and the three of them forgave AJ for her maniacal desire to see them all wet themselves in disgrace. All in all, I was amazed at how well they took it, although perhaps I shouldn’t have been, considering that peeing themselves was getting to become commonplace for the three whenever they travelled to Rajmahal Fort. AJ seemed to be forcing her happy demeanor, but I knew that she still saw them as competitors and that would take a while to fully die down. AJ had also found renewed energy after finally peeing, as she was bouncing her legs up and down to burn off the excess. It was clear we were all still tired from the ordeal, with AJ in particular sitting stiffly after we’d finished our meal and talked for a while. I was wanting to do with a nap myself at this point, so I bade the girls goodbye and tried to leave with AJ. The three insisted on walking us back to our apartment, which caused AJ to tense up briefly. We continued making small talk during the 20 minute walk, though AJ was speaking up less and less as we got closer to our destination. She even made us stop once for a minute on the pretense of having a cramp in her leg, “After all that walking we did at the fort!” she said. Finally we reached our building, and as the other three girls said their goodbyes and walked away, I saw just how much AJ was sweating, even though the sky was overcast. “Are you ok, dear?” I asked, concerned for her, and she gave me a curt nod. We went up the steps and into our apartment, and as soon as I closed the door behind us AJ crouched down on her heel and clutched her abdomen and crotch for all she was worth. “Oooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” she wailed, rooted to the spot. I was dumbfounded and my heart was racing from worry, “AJ, what’s wrong?! Are you ok? Do you need anything?” “Oooooohhhhh! I don’t know if I could have lasted a second longer without giving in back there! Ooooohhhhh! So bad! It’s so bad!” she cried out. “What are you talking about??” I shouted in confusion. “I NEED TO PEE!” AJ screamed. Her face was beet red and she had yet to move from her crouch. I didn’t know what to make of it, “But you just went, dear! Do you mean to tell me you already have to go again??” At this, AJ managed to turn her head just enough so that she was facing me, and she said, “I didn’t go.” I was incredulous, “What do you mean you didn’t go?? I saw you go into the bathroom! You don’t have a bladder bulge anymore! You just went out and had lunch with my friends and acted fine.” “All…a…ruse…Had to prove…I could…do it!” she sputtered. In one swift motion, AJ rose to her feet, tore down her jeans, and tore off her top, revealing the catsuit, the same one she’d worn to Rajmahal Fort, the same one I’d last seen crumpled up in the bathroom, pulled to maximum tightness. She’d put it on even tighter than when she’d worn it out on the trip to the fort, and not a hint of bladder bulge showed thanks to the firm latex material. With a cry of agony, AJ unzipped the catsuit and flung it from her body. Now standing naked before me, her bladder was free to swell in all of its glory. It was somehow bigger than I’d ever seen, and her proportions were so enhanced because of it that it took me a few seconds to fully register what I was seeing. “You….you faked your piss? You went out and managed to act normally even though you were out of your mind with desperation?? It’s…it’s 3 pm now! You haven’t peed in 67 hours!” I couldn’t believe the explanation even as it left my mouth, but AJ gasped, “Yes! It’s all true! It was torturous like nothing you can contemplate! With the catsuit on, my bladder….felt like…it was occupying my entire….lower half….but I…I did it!” AJ stared at me, and her eyes were full of crazed lust and desperation. Before I could reply, heck, before I could even think of what to reply with, AJ flung herself at me and began kissing me with reckless abandon. I kissed back, so she kissed me more forcefully, hungrily. Before I knew it we were making out like animals, slowly staggering in the direction of the bathroom without ever taking our lips from one another. We reached the bathroom and I tried to release a little to give her a chance to sit down on the porcelain bowl and relax, but instead AJ pushed me into the shower stall. Her eyes were ravenous, though whether it was with pee need or fuck need I did not know. Hell, knowing the state she was in, it was probably both! Despite her bladder’s condition, AJ ripped the clothes from my body and squatted down, then started giving me an expertly done blowjob. I was throbbing like crazy from this turn of events, and it was all I could do not to cum. I let her service me for five minutes, all the while with both hands clutching her crotch as she fought to keep her pee in, even now. Her bladder suffering had pushed her horniness to new heights! Then I stood her back up, squatted down, and began to go down on her instead. When my tongue hit her clit AJ immediately shrieked and pounded her fist into her leg. “Fuck! No! No cumming! No pissing! Must hold it all! No pissing!” AJ screamed aloud as I continued to torment her with my tongue. She was sopping wet, but I did not detect a single drop of pee, only girl cum. After a few minutes of torturous licking, I reached around her and deftly turned on the water of the shower. AJ shrieked all over again as the water hit her, and she tensed up to an amazing degree, and I waited for the first fresh drops of piss to storm out of her cavernous tankard of a bladder. Still she held it! I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, bent AJ over slightly, and thrust my hardness into her tensed cunt. This time AJ’s yell of pleasure was so high-pitched I thought the bathroom mirror would shatter. The amount of pain and pleasure she was enduring was mind-boggling. I could barely get more than half of my penis into her on each thrust, such was the volume of space contained by her piss-laden bladder. And she was so tight from all the clenching she’d been doing for hours upon hours that it was like a vice. I was having to stop and start to avoid cumming deep into her, and AJ was shouting constantly, “Never pee! Never cum! Never pee! Never cum!” while she writhed in agony. Somehow, my girlfriend let me have my way with her for about 10 minutes before turning the tables. She released me from her grip, shoved me down onto the bathtub, and squatted down on me, fucking me cowgirl style despite the immense pressure she had to feel every time she made her descent. AJ’s capacity to handle bladder pain knew no bounds. She rode me for 5 minutes before I couldn’t take it anymore, and with my own cry of agony I spurted deep within her. My orgasm went on for nearly a minute before I came back to reality, and when I did AJ had turned off the shower and was drying off, mere feet from the toilet. She was shaking from piss need, and the look in her widened eyes was one that was far beyond distress at her situation, but even still, AJ did not pee. She had not cum either, and I knew she was the furthest thing from calm as she stood and watched me get up. I took a deep breath when AJ said, matter-of-factly, “I can’t hold it. It’s about to come out.” She was fidgeting, and I could tell her twitching, overworked sphincter was completely exhausted. Her bladder was maxed out and then some. Nothing more could be contained in that beautiful sphere in her abdomen. “What are you going to do?” I asked breathlessly. “I’m going to get a beer,” my girlfriend with the bladder of steel told me, and she walked out of the bathroom she had last used over 67 hours ago to find the six pack in our fridge, still unrelieved. Alternate Ending I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, bent AJ over slightly, and thrust my hardness into her tensed cunt. This time AJ’s yell of pleasure was so high-pitched I thought the bathroom mirror would shatter. The amount of pain and pleasure she was enduring was mind-boggling. I could barely get more than half of my penis into her on each thrust, such was the volume of space contained by her piss-laden bladder. And she was so tight from all the clenching she’d been doing for hours upon hours that it was like a vice. I was having to stop and start to avoid cumming deep into her, and AJ was shouting constantly, “Never pee! Never cum! Never pee! Never cum!” while she writhed in agony. Somehow, my girlfriend let me have my way with her for about 10 minutes before turning the tables. She released me from her grip, shoved me down onto the bathtub, and squatted down on me, fucking me cowgirl style despite the immense pressure she had to feel every time she made her descent. AJ’s capacity to handle bladder pain knew no bounds. She rode me for 5 minutes before I couldn’t handle it anymore, and with my own cry of agony I spurted deep within her. AJ immediately jammed her hands into her crotch, forcing my dick further into her indirectly. My cum had triggered my iron bladdered girlfriend’s pee need with renewed, unstoppable vigor, as another liquid that wasn’t pee made its presence known in and around her. AJ clawed at herself madly, doing anything possible to remain in control of the massive amounts of fluids inside of her. She rose off of me, climbed out of the bathtub, and began pee dancing frantically next to the toilet. “Don’t need it….don’t need it…don’t need it…” she chanted to herself, while her cramping bladder and flagging sphincter disagreed. In a last ditch effort, AJ double crossed her legs, squatted down in front of the toilet, clutched her vagina with both hands, and sat on her heel all at the same time. With her muscles finally giving up after over 67 hours of torment, she was resorting to brute force to keep her incredible load of pee inside her for a moment longer. But it was no use, because my AJ finally had to pee. With a primal yell, she planted herself on the toilet, removed her hands, spread her legs, and held onto her pee through sheer willpower and determination. My girlfriend, bladder of steel and all, made direct eye contact with me as the seconds ticked by, breath puffing shakily in and out of her, legs quivering, her unimaginable bladder load still kept within herself. Then her will finally broke, and piss flooded out of AJ’s vagina for the first time in nearly 3 full days. AJ moaned as loudly as I’d ever heard her, the pee streaming out of her in a complete torrent. The amount that she had kept dammed up was nearly unthinkable, and her tortured, tired bladder was doing all it could to force every last drop out immediately. The result was the thickest stream of piss I had ever seen. The hiss of it was easily louder than the shower, and Parul’s capacity was outstripped before AJ’s stream had even slowed down. This was a girl with a bladder to die for, and she had pushed herself to the absolute limits. It took 6 minutes for AJ’s impressive downpour of a piss to run dry, and when it did I went right back to her to kiss her again. Reaching my hand down, I began to frig her clit to give her the orgasm she hadn’t gotten, the orgasm she had resisted all this time, the orgasm she – “Stop!” AJ cried, squirming on the toilet seat. In an instant I pulled my hand back, “What is it?” I asked. “I don’t want to cum. I don’t deserve it,” AJ said with conviction. “What?? Of course you do!” I responded loudly. “No,” AJ said, a twinkle in her eye, “First, I need to hold it longer.”
  14. All my life I've thought I had a fairly large bladder. But now, Im not so sure. A little context. I've recently been getting into the whole holding scene, and really enjoy it. I love the feeling of desperation and the thought of humiliation. However, while reading these forums, I hear people holding easily for 3, 6, or even 12 hours. I try my hardest, but the longest I can go from using the restroom to leaking a ton (I tested) was 2 and a half hours. This was with only drinking 20oz (500ml) of water during that whole time. I don't wet the bed, I haven't had an accident when I wasn't doing holding sessions since 2nd grade. Do I have a small bladder?!?! PLEASE HELP.
  15. For anyone that has ever had a female friend or significant other with a small/weak bladder, how did you first tell them you were turned on by it? Was there a specific incident that took place, and if so did you tell them right away after, in the moment as they were desperate, or in a physical way?
  16. 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.
  17. Have you ever met somebody, in your personal or professional life, who appeared to have a bladder of steel? Someone who could last a whole day at work without a bathroom break, or someone who could guzzle bottles of water and cups of tea or coffee then wait for hours without relief? Maybe someone who would rather hold their pee in for an entire day than give in and use a public bathroom? One person that springs to mind is a woman I'll call Sarah who used to be my line manager at work. She's a senior project manager at a large company, around 40 years old, very chatty and friendly and also strikingly attractive, with long blonde hair and a beautiful smile, and being a keen runner in her spare time has a great figure. She also has great fashion sense and usually wears dresses or skirts that show off her thighs if she crosses her legs while sitting down. She always wears black tights and boots, sometimes knee-high boots and sometimes ankle boots, which to me is a really sexy way to dress. Sometimes I’d be stood at her desk chatting to her and she would cross her legs towards me, which made it incredibly difficult not to outwardly stare at her thighs, and she would sometimes even sit with her legs double crossed. She definitely caught me looking a few times and would smile at me knowingly when she did so. I used to work with her very closely on a number of different tasks and one thing I noticed is that she would often go an entire day in the office without a single loo break, despite drinking several large mugs of tea throughout the day and plenty of water. Including her hour-long commute, she was regularly lasting around 11 hours a day without relieving her bladder. We’d often travel together on business trips to our head offices in Germany and on those days she would wait even longer. We’d leave the office in the early afternoon to head to the airport, then catch our flight before catching a train or hopping in a taxi to get to our hotel, and she would not pee for the entire time. By the time we eventually reached our hotel it was usually late in the evening and she would not have been to the loo for at least 12 hours by that point, sometimes longer if our flight had been delayed. She would not show any obvious signs of needing to pee despite the length of time she had gone without relieving her bladder, though occasionally I noticed her crossing her legs when we were stood chatting in the hotel corridor before going into our rooms. I like to think that I have a strong bladder and I’d always try to match her capacity, but sometimes after spending hours in meeting rooms with her, drinking mug after mug of tea, or sitting next to her all day at our desks, I would find myself fidgeting in my seat or bouncing my legs in desperation and eventually have to request a quick toilet break, usually blushing from the embarrassment at having to ask. She would smile at me and say something to make me blush even more, like ‘go on then, if you really can’t wait’ or ‘yes I suppose I’ll let you go’, and occasionally she would ask me to hang on for a bit longer if we were nearly finished with something. I’d often find myself hurrying to the gents after sitting with her for hours, red-faced and holding an extremely full bladder, wondering if I’d ever be able to last as long as her without relief. I got the feeling that her ability to wait all day without visiting the toilets was a source of pride for her and she probably enjoyed being able to easily outlast me and the other people she worked with. There are only a couple of times that I can recall her mentioning anything about needing the loo, or giving any indication at all that she may have been uncomfortably full. One such time I had been in an important meeting with her and the head of my graduate scheme for my performance review. Sarah and I had both been preparing heavily and had been sitting together in a meeting room for most of the day beforehand, the aircon in the room had made us thirsty and we were both drinking lots of tea and glasses of water with no toilet breaks. The meeting lasted for 90 minutes and by the end I was so desperate that I could barely concentrate or sit still, and I could tell Sarah was struggling as well as I noticed that she was sitting with her ankles crossed and kept squeezing her thighs together and pressing her hands into her lap, sometimes leaning forwards in her seat. By the time we finally stood up at the end of the meeting, my bladder was so full that I could barely stand up straight and I wondered if Sarah felt the same. We left the meeting room and were stood in the corridor chatting to the graduate scheme head when Sarah (who had been standing with her legs very tightly crossed) quickly excused herself to the toilets a few steps away only to find them closed for cleaning. She sighed and hurried off down the corridor to the next set of toilets only to walk past us about a minute later, blushing and out of breath. 'I'm trying to find a ladies that isn't closed!' she explained, sounding frustrated and she stopped to cross her legs for a moment before hurrying off up the stairs to the floor above to find eventual relief. The other time was just after a very long management meeting which she had been chairing all afternoon. She had rushed back to her desk only to remember that she had another meeting scheduled with her boss straight after, which she was now running late for as the management meeting had overran. She was quite flustered and went over to his desk, apologising for running late then asked him 'do I have time to go to the ladies?', jiggling a bit as she spoke. Fortunately for her, he said that was fine and that he would meet her in the room, and she thanked him before hurrying off to the loo. During our business trips to Germany we would often join other colleagues for meals at restaurants and bars and I don't think I ever noticed her excusing herself for the bathroom while we were out, despite the copious amounts of German beer we would all be drinking. I never saw her leave for the bathroom in the airport or on planes either, even when delayed for hours. She just seemed to be able to hold on for hours and hours until finally arriving home and to the comfort of her own toilet, while hiding her need from those around her One occasion that stands out to me as really showing off her bladder of steel was during one such trip to Germany. We left the hotel together early in the morning, arrived at the office for a full-day conference, then left around 5pm to head to the beautiful Christmas markets in Hanover with some colleagues. She had been drinking lots of tea, coffee and water as usual throughout the day and had not once left the conference room to use the bathroom, and neither had she left us at any point during lunch in the cafeteria, but was showing no signs at all of needing to pee. We hopped on a suburban train to get to the markets where we spent a few hours walking around and drinking a few glasses of Gluhwein and Eggnog. After a couple of hours and quite a few drinks I noticed Sarah was starting to get a little tipsy and rosy-cheeked, and was now occasionally standing with her legs tightly crossed or shifting her weight from foot to foot. 'These drinks are going straight to my head' she said laughing, as she crossed her legs again and bobbed on the spot ever so slightly. I could not believe that she still hadn't excused herself for the toilet! She must have been absolutely bursting, I know I certainly was and I'd relieved myself just before leaving the office, while she hadn't used the bathroom since leaving the hotel early that morning. After finishing our last round of drinks we walked towards the nearby station and got the train to the airport, and during the journey she sat with her legs crossed but other than that showed no signs of needing the loo. When we arrived at the airport we joined the very long queue for the security check which took around 20 minutes to get through, so long that we actually thought we may miss our flight home as we had left it very late to get to the airport. In the queue Sarah seemed quite impatient and annoyed with the length of the queue, and she was standing with her legs crossed whenever the queue wasn't moving forwards. It was now around 12 hours or so since we'd left the hotel that morning and I was amazed that she wasn't showing more signs of being absolutely desperate for a wee, especially as she'd spent the last few hours standing out in the cold drinking and was now standing in a very long queue in an uncomfortably warm airport. Thankfully we weren't late for our flight, but we only just made it to the gate on time. Sarah and our other colleagues joined the queue to board, and luckily for me there were toilets at the gate so I just had time to rush in and take a desperately needed piss. As I gushed into the urinal I thought about just how desperate Sarah must be and whether or not she would use the loo on the plane. When I boarded the plane and walked down the aisle to take my seat, I noticed her sitting a few rows in front of me next to the window with two people sitting next to her, in the middle and aisle seat, and I wondered if she would end up asking both of them to move so she could use the bathroom after we were in the air. The flight time was around 1 hour 40 minutes but she did not get up and use the toilet, despite ordering a coffee from the flight attendant. Towards the end of the flight, just before the seatbelt signs went back on for the descent, I got up to pee and on the way back I saw her looking out of the window with a very tense expression, rosy-cheeked and biting her lip, and pressing her hands down into her lap. She turned and caught my eye, giving me a smile then looked down the aisle in the direction of the toilet. I wondered just how badly she wanted to use it as by now her bladder must have been about to explode! However, she stayed in her seat and not long afterwards the seatbelt lights appeared and we strapped in for landing. After landing, we walked through the airport together to customs. At this particular airport there are toilets before you reach the customs area and I assumed she would take the opportunity to finally relieve her bladder, but to my amazement we walked straight past them, she didn’t slow her pace or even so much as glance towards them. She was clearly going to hold on until she got home, despite it now being something like 14 hours since she last went to the loo! As it was now quite late in the evening the airport was quiet so there was no queue to get through the passport gates and into arrivals. We passed another set of toilets as we walked through the baggage claim area, which I knew were the last toilets we would come to before leaving the airport and again, despite it being the last chance to pee before the drive home, we walked past without even a glance. We walked out of the airport and across the road to the multistorey car park, where we met up with another colleague of ours while waiting for the elevator. It was bitterly cold outside as well as in the car park, which must have made it even harder for Sarah to wait and keep her composure. In the elevator our colleague told us that she was tired and Sarah said she was as well, and mentioned that she’d finished a strong coffee on the flight to try and wake up for the drive home. After Sarah mentioned coffee she crossed her legs and bobbed slightly on the spot, but other than that gave no indication at all that she had not relieved herself for the entire day. We left the elevator and walked to our cars, where I said goodbye to her. I knew that she had at least a 30 minute drive home ahead of her, possibly even longer if there were roadworks or late night traffic on the motorway, and I could only imagine just how full her bladder must have been by the time she finally made it home to the comfort of her own bathroom, and the sheer relief she must have felt after finally getting to pee after waiting all day.
  18. From the album: Furry Pee

    Krystal got back from a long mission, and she needs to pee. But someone is in the bathroom. Her full bladder may not last.

    © Nintendo

  19. Hey there! This is a thread for tiny desperation ideas! Things you can read in a few seconds but that put very sexy ideas in your head! I don't know how many of you knew holdingit.minuteboard? There are a fair few users on here that are also on there, and made content for it before it sadly went down. It's still available in parts through the waybackmachine, so it's not all bad, but still... it had a thread that I adored called "lines of desperation", started by the user Rexone312. It's just full of tiny little stories, though it did go off-topic and delve into longer ones at points, but most of it is really easy to digest chunks of very, very sexy desperation. It's often extreme stuff too, with unrealistic hold times and large bladders, which is what I love! https://web.archive.org/web/20171205040050/http://holdingit.minuteboard.com:80/m/b/a/showtopic.html?topicid=70357&amp;start=0 You might also be aware of some other omorashi poetry already on the site, such as this topic by Sunflower: Or this more recent one by SecretPerson, which is what inspired me to make this topic after talking with him: Okay! So now that all that backstory is out of the way, I'm going to be posting some of my own tiny stories here, as well as some of the ones from users on holdingit.minuteboard, where I can I'll get permission to do so, but I would like to have a current archive of this stuff as the site was taken down! I don't want to take credit for any of these works, only put them up somewhere so more people can enjoy them again! ? One last thing: This Topic is for DESPERATION! If you want to make one about wetting stories or fear accidents, please do so! I'm really only interested in the holding, and wanted to make a topic for those, like me, who miss holdingit.minuteboard and this thread in particular. So, without anymore exposition, feel free to give writing some of these a go!
  20. School bell rang and everyone hurried into their classes, since it’s the final exam both students and teachers were as early as possible. Every student wanted good marks of course. Our protagonist or victim I would say, was a bit late to class due to heavy traffic jam and pouring rain. She’s still in the bus which is currently stuck within the masses of vehicles. Her name is Malki, works as a teacher in an all-boys school in Sri Lanka. Today her choice of saree (a dress commonly worn by South Asian women) was a silky pink one mixed with white stripes. Small Sakura flowers increased the beauty of it. She’s a petite woman at the perfect age of 24. Fair in complexion and had an amazing pair of soft jiggly breasts with pink nipples (to match her saree probably) that was admired by the boys of all ages and vigorously grouped by her fiancé all the time. Her ass was mediocre but not bad since its been loved my many boys at school. Between those curvy and plumy thighs, there was her innocent little pussy cat (The real protagonist of the story lol), holding a full bladder right now in the bus. “Oh god when I can reach the school so I can empty the container ahhh” Malki’s bladder tortured her mercilessly. The rain made it worse. She was fidgeting all over while standing and holding the pole with her left hand. Her right hand was busy grabbing her pee hole otherwise she’ll piss in her cute saree. Almost everyone in the bus could easily see her battle against her bladder by her heavily agonized face and majority of males enjoyed her struggle. Malki was sweating all over, sweat drops flowed from her neck down into her cleavage wetting her melons, her back wash shining with her sweat. “Everybody who bought tickets for the junction now may get out of the bus.” Screamed the conductor through the people. “Finally, just another one halt to the school. Sweet relief here I come.” Malki screamed inside her head merrily imagining pissing inside the ladies peacefully. * 15 minutes passed. * “Uh god why this fucking bus won’t move. Why the fuck there’s so much traffic today” She was angry towards the stupid bus driver, the conductor and all the other drivers blocking her way to her ultimate pleasure. She knew that she’ll wee on herself like a little girl soon and flood the whole bus with her water. So her next quick decision was to get out of the bus, so maybe she can find a corner or a toilet to relieve herself. So, she swiftly squeezed through the crowd while violently grabbing her crotch. Well somewhere in the middle of the bus, a young man who read the situation perfectly took his opportunity. While Malki is rushing through the crowd he quickly put his hand underneath her saree blouse AND her blue lacy bra to feel her melons. He was able to get a good 3 to 5 seconds of heavenly pleasure. Her cute nipples were pinched hardly, and the boobs were felt well. Her boobs were slipped by his hands multiple time due to her heavy seating. His hand covered from Malki’s sweet, lovely boob sweat and he didn’t hesitate to lick it even though people were watching. “Oh, sweet gooooood aah aah aaaaaah” he just came in his pants instantly because he grabbed some high-quality boob meat and sacred titty sweat which he enjoyed well. Since her need to urinate is much greater, she didn’t want to make a scene there and quickly walked pass him while adjusting her blouse. The touch of her breasts aroused her a bit and a quick spray of piss burst through her pussy, wetting her sweet cotton panty. As soon as she got out of the bus, all she could see was thousands of people busily running here and there for their work. Her eyes quickly searched a washroom, and she couldn’t find a single. For her luck, the rain almost stopped, otherwise she’ll be in deep trouble since she left her umbrella at home. “God, I need to piss like right now. I’m late for school also. Omg what to do what to do now…” as she thought that she knew that she was slowly losing her battle with her bladder. She could have walked to the school and get the pleasure of pissing into the teacher’s commode with a privacy of four walls and a roof, but she couldn’t do that since she’s about to piss herself. Her vagina was sweating a lot and it was basically screaming to empty the bladder as soon as she can. “Aaah I don’t even care if someone sees me. I just need this piss outta my body. That’s it.” She talked to herself while squatting down while hundreds of people are walking past her. Her bladder was at last happy, so that it can let go of this heavy liquid. As soon as she squats, she saw this big trash box in the corner of the main street. It was big enough for the lady to get some privacy. “Ah that’ll do it. Finally, I can take this piss peacefully.” She thought while dashing towards it. There was no one around there. As she went behind the trash box while blocking her piss hole with both of her hands, within a split second, she quickly lifted her saree up revealing her cute cunt and plumy ass covered by her light pink cotton panty, which is also somewhat wet by the incident in the bus. As squatting she instantly grabbed the panty from behind and pulled down along her legs, revealing her curvy white bottom and then the glamours piss hole decorated with half grown black pubic hair. Just before she let her dam open, a loud battle cry was made to celebrate her victory of ‘Not pissing herself’, which might have grabbed the attention of few people. “Ohhhhh good goooooooood aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” a thick stream of transparent urine was rocketed out from her pussy as soon as the panty was out of the way whilst the queen was enjoying a pleasure of a great piss. The stream was making a loud hiss sound as it hit the cement pedestrian and the holy water made a massive reservoir behind the trash box. The stream and the sighs continued for some time. And the reservoir kept getting bigger and bigger to the point I was soaking her high heels and her saree pallu. (The loose end of the saree). From behind you could see a heavy piss stream aggressively emptying between meaty thighs into the road. Her curvy ass was completely visible to anyone who's looking from behind. She could feel the cold wind kissing her asshole and tickling her heavy working pussy and it added up to her pleasure. 60 seconds passed, yet the stream is as strong as in the beginning. Malki repositioned her legs because squatting in the same way for a long time made her legs hurt. Her bladder was emptying very fast yet there was more piss to be emptied. Some of the piss wet her legs and even her asshole. And suddenly the stream stopped. “Ahhh the best piss ever. I probably shouldn’t drink on Sunday Nights” The stream started again after a small break with a less power. While she was emptying her water sack, she checked the time. “Shit its almost 7.45 I’m way too late for school.” She thought as was enjoying the piss. At the 1 minute 40 seconds mark the stream got weaker and our lady finished doing the most private thing out in the open public, risking her self-esteem. And of course, entertaining a small audience. Since her piss-soaked panty disgust her, she decided to slide it down the legs and put it inside the trash box, instead of wearing it. Then next moment she fled the crime scene while feeling well relieved as if nothing ever happened behind the trash box. She walked towards the school confidently, despite only a piece of Saree covering a private parts. Well, it’s probably way cooler down there without a panty and her pussy probably needed that after being pressurized way too much. At 8.00 she reached the school premises as light as a feather still enjoying the trash box piss. “Ma’am I see you are late today. What might be the reason?” Headmaster stopped her right in front of the school gate. “I got stuck in traffic sir. Want happen again.” Replied Malki while thinking about her adventure. “Oh good. Quickly go to your class the exam has already begun.” “Okay. I’ll run” Malki replied as she was laughing. “Ah one thing. Make sure you don’t let boys’ copy. Do anything necessary to stop copying and cheating.” Headmaster said in a raised voice. “Okay I’ll take care of that.” Malki went to her class passing the headmaster who didn’t forget to take look at her panty-less booty popping out of her saree. She walked pass many other classrooms to find her classroom which was 11-E. All the students were doing the exam paper while a substitute examiner took care of the class. “Oh Malki, you came. What made you so late?” substitute teacher asked from her. (Apparently Malki and her are best friends for more than 5 years.) “Gotta tell you Anudi, I had to piss really bad in the traffic.” Replied Malki with sporting a naughty facial expression. “OMG what happened then?” “It was so bad I had to take the piss behind a trash box” “Oh wow. Seems like I gotta wee now, this rain makes thing worse. Anyways see you later. Take care of the classroom” Anudi went in the direction of the teacher washroom that was situated in the staff room, which is in the same building as all grade 11 classrooms. “Ok I will. Take care” Malki replied as she sits on the teachers chair. The whole piss discussion was faintly heard by some of the students at the class and they got excited a bit. Maybe they’ll do better in the exam. Meanwhile Andui peacefully sat on the commode after putting the seat down. Her lacey knicker was dropped down to her feet. And her hole was emitting a stream down to the commode through her dark bush. She didn’t sigh much because it wasn’t that urgent as Malki’s but she did felt good. The piss stream hitting the commode water made a loud bubbly sound for about 20 seconds up until her piss ended. Then she took metallic the bidet shower and kept it against her pussy from the font and press the button to wash it. Cold water stream sprayed on her vagina startling Anudi a bit. Piss drops on her vag and bush got washed away but her bush got wet. Then she took her cute girly anime handkerchief to wipe it. Like a normal person, next she smelled it and put it back to her handbag. Soon the knicker was well placed covering a buttocks and the vag. As the toilet was flushing, we went out of it like a supervillain after demolishing a building. Meanwhile Malki was sitting on her chair carefully checking on students to catch anyone cheating or exchanging answers, not knowing that her panty-less pussycat and her poor bladder will be destroyed by a sea of piss soon. The morning trash bin piss was just a teaser for the day. ❤
  21. Has anyone ever witnessed this? If so, what affect did it have?
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