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I like to fill my bladder to the absolute bursting point, which is around 1.2 litres, then I sometimes empty it in a bowl to be able to measure it. However, the past few times, I was only able to piss around 4dl, then the flow stops, altough my bladder is still very full. I am not able to piss anymore then, until around 5-10 mins later. Then, the rest of the piss will come out, which is of course a disappointing experience for me. Back in my "younger" years, I never had this problem. Does anyone have a similar experience? Do you have any advice how to get around this?

I just wanted to say hello to this amazing community! I've been member here for so many years but I've never had the courage to posteanything myself. In order to contribute this community and hopefully meet nice people to talk about this uncomprehended fetish we all have. I made this during a hold yesterday, I would be grateful to know your oppinion about it. thanks for your time I will post more if people like it J IMG_1208.MOV

Hey everyone, my bladder will always hurt for about 30 seconds whenever I'm about 8/10 desperate, is this normal and do this happen to others as well? Please share your thoughts

Approximately 1 year ago I began holding to near bursting point for fun, and sometimes past bursting point and wetting myself. It has taught me a lot about how my bladder works, my max capacity when I began was around 1200ml, I leak and spurt a lot just before bursting before bursting(usually around late 8 or 9), and at least in the earlier stages of holding(1-6/7) the less dancing and moving I do the easier it is on my bladder, this likely holds true for the later stages as well, but my control over myself tends to lessen as I approach the higher levels of desperation (7 and above). It has also made me more aware of my bladder and its contents at any given time, that is to say, I'm always thinking about how badly I need to go even if its not that badly and I'm always worrying when next I can use the restroom, this doesn't affect me much, I'm an overthinker by nature. I have however also noticed that it is harder for me to hold smaller volumes of pee, I would have expected my sphincter muscles to strengthen with the occasional workout they get, so it puzzles me that I find it more difficult to hold smaller quantities, not much more difficult, but they're definitely more noticeable than before. Its a lot of fun on holds and it's a bit harder to hold larger quantities as well, but the effect is less noticeable at those levels. Is it perhaps a result of my hyper awareness of my bladder, constantly thinking about it makes the need seem worse than it normally would be if I wasn't always thinking about it. Perhaps the muscles of my bladder itself have strengthened and when they feel the bladder filling up, they're capable of contracting harder and making the need seem worse than it used to be? Maybe my sphincter is slowly weakening from the repeated stress i put on it? I'm just brainstorming, I'm no medical professional. Either way I would like to hear the opinions and experiences of you wonderful people of the org. Did holding become easier for you or harder after you began holding for fun, and what do you think I should do if I wish to strengthen my sphincter again? Hold less often? or perhaps kegel exercises? any and all opinions and experiences welcome. Thanks so much for reading all the way to the end and I hope you have a wonderful day/night. Sincerely, Drip.

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We had a topic "Does Your Bladder Lie." Here I ask new participants to share their knowledge and experiences. Hopefully, long-term participants here will share any updates they have. Does your bladder ever send a gotta-go signal sending you to the bathroom to dribble a little? OTOH, does your bladder ever send a mild signal until suddenly jumping to five-star urgent and leaking? Of course any variations on bladder signals are welcome.

Interesting article here https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/i-think-my-bladder-changed-former-teacher-describes-years-without-bathroom-breaks-132754884.html "I am pretty sure that my bladder has changed because of teaching. Some days I had no bathroom breaks. Honestly, none. It depends on the amount of time you have in between transitions. If you are a teacher that has to teach them multiple classrooms, for example ... But there were definitely days when I would have to send an all-staff email like “I need to step out of my classroom and use the restroom. Can someone please come relieve me?” I mean, a doctor has not diagnosed this yet, but I am pretty sure that my teaching schedule impacted my bladder." I can't imagine how badly I'd have to pee after going a whole day at work without peeing! Teachers must have bladders of steel.

So I wanted to do a hold last night so I began to drink 4 glasses of water right before sleep. I woke up in the morning needing to pee bad. I was very in the mood to hold a river inside my bladder so I got myself 1 other glass of water and another glass of milk... About an hour later I couldn't hold it anymore and my bladder was bulging out so much xD I had a lot of fun but now my bladder hurts a bit even if I don't have to pee at all.

In public situations I have seen both women and men running towards toilets presumably because they are desperate? however when I am desperately full there is no way I could run! Not sure if this is a big bladder thing or do people who don’t enjoy holding perceive themselves to be desperate at a less full stage? thoughts??

**note: this was loosely inspired by life with Louie the kiss is the thing episode except this is with a hot female Sarah was a thick blonde girl. Not really fat, but enough on the bone to have a nice shaped ass and hips in those tight blue jeans. Her hair flowed down just above her shoulders. She was about to clock out of work. She wore a tight blue t-shirt and was so exhausted after this long day. In her twenties and working to pay for school, she stayed an extra hour today, came back from lunch early, and didn’t even get a last break. She was a nice girl. Her bosses appreciated this. As she tightened her belt a little she felt pressure in her abdomen. Nothing agonizing, but it was a noticeable discomfort. She hadn’t peed since the start of her lunch and drank down a bottle of water during lunch and drank the last half of her friends. Plus as she walked back after to her post she drank from the fountain. “I should make a quick bathroom break,” she said as she walked out. Standing right there at the bathroom, she looked inside and all stalls empty and to herself. She wanted to wash her hands first since they were covered with food dust. She started to walk out of the bathroom, but then remembered she had to take a leak. But she looked at her watch and noticed she was running late. She bit her lip in a nervous face and knee shook a little as her toes were on their tips. Her bladder ached, but she’d figure she could wait. “Ah I don’t want to be late.” With that, Sarah left the bathroom with her bladder still with a good amount of pee in it. The drive to her sisters high school was not comfortable. The road had many bumps that sent pulse after pulse to make her more aware of her bladder which continued to fill with the rest of the digested liquids she had today. Her legs squeezed together while she stopped at a light. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on, come on.” She said a little nervous. Her foot tapped on the floor as an eternity went by and she could finally get going again. She finally reached the high school and pulled in to park. Her admirable thick white girl ass shook back and forth as she walked into the school in her new black and white sneakers that cost almost a whole paycheck. The tighter jeans she wore were her favorite. Barely noticeable, but if one looked at the right side of the waist just under the belt, the lead singer and guitarist of her favorite band autographed it. Her new white panties were her favorite underwear with pink around the openings for the waist and legs and a rose on the front crotch. Her jeans looked painted on they were so damn tight, but she knew she looked good. As she walked down the hallway of the school towards the auditorium where the play was, she forget about her need for the bathroom after she got out of the car. She saw her mother and her jackass boyfriend Jeff. She sat in her seat, and a high school senior who was 18 named Alan could not help but notice Sarah’s hot ass body. “Hey, you made it!” Her mother said. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sarah said. “I took a leak before,” Jeff said. “These bathrooms are never cleaned.” He said angrily. Bathroom...Sarah’s eyes widened as a familiar need hit hard all at once with a vengeance! She was reminded because of what Jeff said, and her bladder felt bloated and rock hard. She held her abdomen and it felt like a large rock in her hand, pushing out of her stomach. “Oh...boy,” Sarah moaned. One leg kicked up a little as her knees crossed and foot shook. Then crossed hard all the way up to the crotch. Her legs were crossed as tight as a knot. One of her hands pushed deep into her crotch as a huge pulse pushed out her center and sides. She bit her lip in pain and said, “oh man!” “What?” Her mother asked. “I gotta use the restroom so bad.” Sarah moaned. Her filled bladder was pushed against by her tight jeans that it almost felt like it was cutting in. “Excuse me-“ But as she got up, her moms boyfriend pulled her back down to her seat as the stage lit up. “Oh no. If I gotta suffer through this so do you.” Jeff said. “Wha...what?! Mom?” She looked to her mother for support. “Shh. The plays starting sweetie. Just go during intermission.” Sarah’s has dropped and pupils dilated in disbelief. She had to go so bad. She hadn’t gone for five hours and that was after drinking a lot. Both her hands pushed into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat and her legs crossed again. She squirmed and said, “I haven’t gone for like five hours since lunch. I gotta go Mom please!” Her mom waved her away. “Sarah just hold it. You’ll be fine.” “Yeah,” said Jeff with a grin. “Just don’t think about rain, or waterfalls, or...” and be started making a dripping noise. Then he shook the bottle of water he had. Her mom didn’t notice him torturing her, and she didn’t seem to notice or care how what he did made Sarah’s bladder pulse even harder so bad it hurt. She squirmed in her seat and grinded her teeth as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from Jeff. The water splashing in the bottle made her body want to release even more, her bladder became heavier. “Oh...stop...pl...please.” Sarah begged. “Then shut up and watch this shit.” “Quiet you two,” her mom said. Sarah turned to the play as she sat with her family in the middle of the row. She wouldn’t be able to run past everyone fast enough to escape Jeff’s grasp. She had no choice. Poor, poor Sarah bounced in her seat. Her stomach hurt so bad it ALMOST felt like she needed a number two as well. Almost. This need to pee was insane. As the play started, Sarah was horrified to see a boiling pot on stage as part of the set. “Oh....man...” she moaned while holding herself pushing in hard and bouncing in her seat. This was hell for her...but Alan, the creepy boy who sat at the end of the row and found her attractive was in Heaven. “So hot,” he said shaking his head, feeling his boner grow so hard he actually saw it in his jeans. Sarah on the other hand was holding on for dear life, pushing the ocean that hit with waves of rage against her pee hole to burst out. Her lips quivered as she squealed. Such a quiet nice girl did not deserve this. To make matters worse, Jeff gulped down his water, making huge gulping nosies they had a slight water splash sound in the back. She grunted, “Ah...ah....ah!” In complete agony as her bladder sent off large pulses every few seconds, and any feeling between was extreme discomfort. She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled her legs in, still shaking. As she felt her urge becoming too great to control much longer, feeling warm pee digging from the inside to flow out in force, she panicked! Sarah shook not just from physically agony but of much anxiety making chest clench and breathing become heavy. If she let out even a little pee, people could see it, and the whole town would know here. She couldn’t have an accident! But it was just becoming far too hard to hold in. “We’ll break for a brief intermission,” as the curtains closed the teacher said. “About...t...t-time,” she struggled to say. She slowly got up, legs still tight, but Alan who was in the row stood up and pretended to tie his shoe. Sarah was the only one getting up. She had a tough time getting by rude people who were annoyed with her squirming on by. “Excuse me,” she said and blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation, but a major accident in her pants would be even worse. It took her a couple minutes to get to the end, and that’s where Alan blocked her with his back turned. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets as the intense pressure echoed throughout her being. Her legs together tight and she was about to bounce a little but stopped herself. “Um...excuse me, um,” he was younger than she was, so she didn’t really know how to address him. He turned around. “Oh hey! Sorry about that. Names Alan. Was my fathers name too. Good guy...” Sarah tuned out the rest as sweat formed on her forehead. She wanted to bounce like crazy so bad. Why wouldn’t this guy move? She didn’t want to be rude. But then she saw something else. Alan’s huge boner. He was an adult like her even if she was a little older. Seeing such a big penis erected so hard was hot to her. But the last thing someone with a full bladder needed was her hormones going off as they were. Like any horny woman she started to become moist in her girlhood. Mama needed some sugar in her bowl. “And now on to the final act!” They called from the stage. “What the-“ Sarah said stunned, Jeff pulled her down to her seat after, with such force her bladder was rocked hit hard and she sucked her lips in and hands into her crotch pushing back the powerful fury of Poseidon that wanted to break out of her girlhood. “This...this cant be real!” Because to make matters worse, on stage as they performed, a fountain poured loudly, and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she shook uncontrollably feeling like she might literally explode any second. She cried, ALMOST with tears. “Why...why...why is this happening to me!?” The flowing fountain was too much for poor Sarah. How her body so badly wanted and needed to pour like that, and it fought against her to do just that. Sarah was covered in sweat as her anxiety hit extreme heights of panic and the massive bulging pain only worsened. “Will this fucking play end already!?” “My kiss shall awaken thee fair maiden.” Said the actor in stage. “Kid is so gonna choke,” Jeff said laughing. As Jeff shook his water back and forth and the fountain on stage sounded like they were going off louder, Sarah looked up and was horrified to see the sprinklers outside had gone off and were dripping down the window. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHA!” Sarah yelped in agonizing pain feeling like her bladder was literally about to split in half as her jeans dig into her ready to make her pop. She pushed as far as she could into her crotch, legs crossed and over behind the calf’s where her ankles then crossed. She was about to explode and flood the auditorium when everyone got up clapping. The play was over, and the actors bowed. Alan saw Sarah struggling to stand, and he was not about to miss out on this. He ran out and headed into the halls. “Sarah where are you going?” Her mom asked. “M...m-mom...please. I g-gotta go. I’m sorry. It I have to go so bad, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna burst.” Then came tears. Actual tears as she shook. Very emotional. She folded her hands in a prayer. “Please I need to go now. Please...please.” “Alright alright go.” Her mom said. Sarah dodger past everyone and that’s when she stopped as a spurt almost came out. She stopped frozen in terror and pain as she held her legs together. She bent over with her strong sexy ass sticking out from the tight jeans and ran up the stairs holding herself. “Gain way I’m gonna blow!” She made it into the halls..... To be continued

Chapter 1-Trying to get a wee before leaving Monica scrubbed her body as the boiling hot water poured all over her, flowing down in tiny rivers that splashed below and went down the drain. Her rock hard muscle, yet very thin tan body shined in this hot water which steamed up the whole bathroom. Monica whistled while she soaped up her broad shoulders. Lots of girls had hot bodies, but Monica made sure she had the one no boy would expect growing up. Having started lifting weights in high school, and having just graduated college and working as an engineer at a plant for construction projects, she now built a well-fit body that got a lot of guy’s attention at college. One guy while she waited in line for dinner at college her sophomore year grabbed her ass, and she flipped around, twisted his nipples and brought him to the ground. The whole cafe cheered that day and the douchebag was expelled, from that moment on men (and some women) loved this brown hair women’s muscular tan body. Not tall, average girl heigh. She rubbed the shampoo through her hair as her nipples flattened from the hot water, her awesome body in v-shape down as she bent over in that moment and scrubbed her crotch, getting a bit aroused while doing so. She finished and headed out the door, her roommate Emma bouncing in agony and rushed in. Monica hid her small laugh. “Oops” she said. She shared the house with a couple friends. Monica slipped into her tight black skirt that seemed to be a little too short for work which showed off her sexy hard calf’s and ass of steel. She put on a tight White top without sleeves just over the shoulders but boy did it show off those two breasts that were round and hard as bricks. She slipped her sock less feet into some black high heels. She brushed her dark brown hair so it went straight down just past the shoulders and was perfectly wavy. She drank the last bit of her morning coffee she left on her dresser before she showered, then went downstairs for a refill and drank that right down. “Ok, I should head out,” Monica said, seeing the clock. She lived in the city and had to take the train to work. She bagged the blueprints of the project they were working on at her plant, and felt a very small twitch in her abdomen. Well, that coffee traveled fast. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. Her roommate was still in there. “Emma, you almost done? I have to get going and I want to use the bathroom one more time before I leave.” “I have to get ready too ya know!” Emma yelled. She worked in the mayors office. Monica sighed. Her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep it together. “Ok, but it’s a bit of a ride to work, I just want to go one last time. I think I drank down my coffee too fast.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow in wonder if she will get in or not? “Is it an emergency?” Emma asked without concern in her voice. Monica rolled her eyes. The fuck was this chick’s problem!? “No, but come on, let me in. I barely feel it but I just want to let it out now.” “Door is open,” Emma said. Monica opened the door, and there was sexy Emma in a pile of soapy bubbles that leaked over the edge of the tub. Monica put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot in annoyance. When was Emma gonna get out of the tub. Seeing the toilet right there caused a slight jolt in her bladder. “Well, you gonna go or not?” “Not with you in the bathroom with me!” “Pff. Come on girls don’t have shy bladders, it in our nature. Now get going.” Monica could squash that myth in a heartbeat. She was a tough chick, but after twenty-three years on this earth, she fell weak when it was her bladder, peeing with someone on the other end of the door was hard enough, but in the same room!? Monica just shook her head and went downstairs and out the door. “I’ll just go at the train station,” she said to herself. She was almost done with her apple when she got there, her bladder having been humped around as she speed-walked there since she was running late after having to argue with Emma. The twitches made her lips curl to the side a couple times having felt slight discomfort against her abdomen. She grabbed her ticket after she paid at the machine, and saw sadly the women bathrooms were out of order. A long line of men and women waited outside the men’s room. She tossed her arms up. She sighed having become annoyed. She did all she could, hopped on her train, crossed her legs and wiggled the foot that went over the other leg as the train made its destination to the other end of the city where Monica worked. She got off and ate the rest of her apple as she entered the ladies bathroom. The pressure now stayed there in her abdomen. Nothing extreme, but it was like a hot bubble was growing and pushing against her insides slightly without stopping. There was only a couple stalls in this bathroom, and one was occupied as Monica noticed the other women’s feet. Monica went into the stall but her phone started buzzing. A text message from her boss Alicia. It read: CODE RED! NEED ALL SUPERVISIORS ON THE PROJECT IN ENTRANCR HALL IN NEXT TWO MINUTES! “Fuck!” Monica said as she looked at the time. She had to clock in five minutes or she’d be late. She looked down at the toilet, frowned, as there was her relief but there be no way to make it in time to the meeting if she peed. The urk of being a woman, you could not just wiggle it and be done. It was a process. She bounced a little, annoyed, and She bit the last part do her apple and tossed it in the toilet and hit the flush handle with her foot as she left without peeing. The flushing sound causing her to blink hard and raise one leg backwards trying to stay tight and keep it in. The remaining stub of the apple being flushed down the into the plumbing, the twitches in her bladder becoming more aggressive that one would start to try find a bathroom at this point. To be continued...

Okay y'all its been about a thousand years. I know I keep saying that I'd post but I really never do sooooooo ya. Oops. Sorry. But I have a good one for you today. This was a request from a user whom wishes to remain anonymous. I've chatted a lot with this person via this website and they're pretty neato. They came up with this challenge and oh my gosh was it interesting. So let us lovers of pee and desperation dive in. This challenge was a series of pretty complicated steps. It required a lot of clarification and tweaking because of the area I am in. I will give y'all the gist being as specific and quick as I can so we can get into the juicy bits. Here are the rules to start off: I must be with a friend I must be in a mall. I must find a way to convince the friend to come with me me to certain locations around the mall, if I can not, I have to wet myself in front of them, and the challenge is over. In each location there will be different things I have to do and amounts to drink. I can not mention that I have to pee. If they figure out I have to pee, I lose the challenge and face a punishment of the requester's choice. Between each location, there will be a period of walking around. During this you can shop, look around, or whatever. So those were the rules as general as I could make them. There were lots of other tiny ones but they aren't too important at this point, these were the ones that were most important. The date was set first thing and I had made plans to go out with one of my friends that I had known for a while. Despite knowing each other for so long, we didn't hardly ever talk and it would have been the first time hanging out in almost a year, so I didn't have much to lose. Here's when things take a bad turn. She ended up having to cancel, she didn't give a great reason why she just said something had come up. I waited a couple days to see if I could get another one of my friends to go, but seeing as it was a Saturday and short notice, a lot of them were busy. That's when, completely out of the blue a guy that a friend from work had been trying to set me up with slid into my snap and asked if we could hang out sometime. I hadn't really talked too much with him and upon further inspection it was the same friend who was trying to set me up with him who suggested him and I hanging out. I agreed and asked if the Saturday I had planned worked, he said it would. So yeah. Cute guy, first date, and an omorashi challenge. What could go wrong? Luckily for me, this guy only had my snap and his only connection to me was a girl from work who I'm not even that close with so if something did go wrong, well, it wouldn't be the end of the world. Right? I'll quickly share the mall locations and challenges for each. These had to be adjusted to fit greatly considering most malls are different. I basically had to tell the requester what I had to work with, and they would adjust accordingly. I was to start off not having to pee at all, before I left I had to go to the bathroom. I had to bring a full 40 ounce hydro flask and a backpack containing one 16 ounce bottle of water, and to store the flask in when I wasn't using it. The first location was his car. I had to sip on the flask on the way to get about 10 ounces down to begin. This was the only requirement The second location, once we got to the mall was the food court. Pretty standard. Sit and talk or whatever with him until I've finished the remaining 30 ounces of the flask. The third was walking around with him for at least 20 minutes. I could do whatever I wanted in this time, no water has to be drunk in this time. The fourth location was a visit to a sporting goods store in the mall. I had to try the stair climber and one other machine that would bounce me up and down. The fifth was walking around, I had to let the guy I was with decide the next store and stay there until he wanted to leave. Next was the bathroom. Go into a stall and chug the water bottle you had brought. Then, of course, walk around a little more. Let him decide again, or decide together to keep casual. The final place was the fountain. Sit next to it for 15 minutes. Then you are free to go to the bathroom. I was worried before this, not really about the guy but most like how I could make drinking an entire flask and venti starbucks natural. Now that I think about it, I'm wondering if he'll ever read this. Maybe he's on this site too and just hasn't told me. But anyways, that day I dressed in a lacy/mesh thong, a push up bra, these maroon, stripey pants and a matching maroon crop top. I figured it was cute and wouldn't show much of a wet spot if I were to leak.I did my makeup and curled my hair a little. I gotta admit I was looking pretty snazzy. For those of you who don't know, I am tall, very skinny and some what curvy. I've been working out more in the last month so I'm a little more toned now. I prepared a cute little leather backpack with the water, and filled my hydro flask to the top. He was picking me up around 2 so I was ready. He showed up about five minutes early which was fine. I went to the bathroom right before I went out the door. Now we begin the real omo. I started off by sipping the flask, I'm quite the chatter box, especially on first dates, so I had to fit it in when I could. It didn't take long until it felt like a fourth of it was gone which was nice. The drive wasn't long, the parking was the hardest part because that place is always packed. We finally found parking, it was in the sun which kind of sucked because it's summer and he has leather seats in his car, but there was no way we could find anything in the parking garage. The food court was an easy give on his part, it's a popular hang out spot in general. We picked a spot in the corner, which was a little further from the main population so that we could hear each other over the rumbling of hundreds of people. I sipped on my flask in between conversation. My brilliant excuse was that I wanted to finish the flask because I didn't want to lug it around. He offered to put it in his car, and I declined using the excuse that the only thing worse than a heavy water bottle was a hot heavy water bottle and that seemed to apease him. He let me finish the flask in peace without so much as a second glance (thankfully). By this point I was starting to feel the ten ounces from the car ride. It wasn't bad but unfortunately for me, I have a very strong love of cranberry juice, making my kidneys real workers. It wasn't long after we got up and started walking around that I felt that thirty ounces slip in my bladder. I've never measured how much my bladder could hold before, but I do know, 40 ounces is a real strain on it. I've been asked several times in the past by different people to try measuring how much I can hold, I never have but maybe I'll give it a shot 😉. Anywho, As we were walking around I did feel more and more liquid draining into my bladder. It wasn't too fast, but my pants did show a little bulge poking out in place of my bladder. The twenty minutes seemed to pass by quickly. I remember timing it so that we could walk by the sporting goods store right near the end of it. By this point almost all the water had made it's way down into my bladder and I was feeling it for sure. I told myself I couldn't give up anytime soon. We were only about to be in the fourth location. I was nearly half way there, Marlee is no quitter. So I casually mentioned taking a look around that store, he seemed pretty easy going and agreed. When in the sporting goods store, I made up that I was actually looking to buy a heavy exercise machine for my apartment at some point in the future. This gave me the excuse of trying a couple out. I didn't want to bore him by doing it for a while, but I did want to give a good story for you guys, so I had to balance my time. I found a stair climber, and started going up it. I felt my bladder lurching up and down but it wasn't awful by any means. I clenched every muscle below the waistline of my pants and kept going for another minutes or so. I was talking to him the whole time so I tried to keep my face from wincing and my bladder bounced up and down so many times. Finally I slowed it and stepped off. He had gotten distracted and was going to try an elliptical a few feet away, I joined him on one right next to it. This one didn't turn on, but it was easy enough to use it manually. We were both on one side by side, and then came the words that would make my bladder almost lose it. "Wanna race?" The idea seemed dumb. We couldn't actually go anywhere because the machines were made to be stand still. His idea of a race was going as fast as we could on the elliptical. Like I said before, Marlee is no quitter, so I agreed and we started. I wasn't getting much of a work out using my arms and legs to run on a machine for about thirty seconds, but my bladder sure was. It was bouncing up and down wayyyyyy faster this time. Making me almost let out a spirt every time I went up. Thats when I felt a string of pee dribble down my legs. I quickly hopped off and conceded to my loss. I hoped that would be the last leak to come. Then was walking. I asked if there was anywhere he wanted to go. I suggested a little "you pick a place and I pick a place" thing seeing as it matched up well with the plan that was set for me. I totally thought this would go well. Turns out the guy I was with, rarely went to the mall so I had to help him out with ideas of where to go. We ended up going to a furniture store at a far end of the mall. I'd been there several times and the one thing I knew about it was it seemed small on the outside, and yet when you walk in, it tricks you and is massive. I think he kind of just chose it because of it's size, or maybe he was just tired and wanted to try out the couches. Regardless, having to pee and all, I followed him. I was hoping he'd choose a fast store, like a sports wear or department store. Unfortunately that is not what happened. We ended up walking in and started trying out the couches. I was a little wary of sitting on the light fabric ones for fear of leaving a wet spot from my massive leak earlier. I felt my bladder poking against the stretchy waist band of my pants. I kept trying to struggle against it to keep it from digging and making the ocean in my bladder press worse. One notable event from the furniture store was me sitting in a leather rocking chair. The guy I was with got behind the chair and started rocking me. Slowly at first but faster and faster quickly. At this, I started laughing. The laughter and the rocking motion on my bladder was literally the most terrible thing that could have happened to my need to pee. I didn't feel myself leaking but I did feel a big warm spot pool around my ass. Again, just like with the elliptical, I jumped off, still laughing. Upon later inspection the wet spot was fairly noticeable at the time. It almost looked like a shadow so that's what I hoped everyone, especially him saw it as. It didn't take long after that for him to get bored and we left. Thank goodness too. I was really feeling all that water that I had. Of course, I hadn't been thinking about that fact that I would need to chug more water. I felt all the pee right up on my urethra and of course, couldn't make him take any notice without facing a most likely harsh punishment from the requester of the challenge. Frankly I didn't want to know what it was. So, like the good little holder I am, I tried my best to let him make no notice. The only time I may have broken this rule (I'm not really sure, I think it's a grey line) was by mentioning I had to go to the bathroom so that I could progress in the challenge. The nearest bathroom that I knew of was in the food court, which from where we were at was half way across the mall. I'm always a quick walker, and an even faster one when I have to pee. He had to half jog to catch up to me. When I finally got there, I ran into as stall, grateful that there was no line. The second I saw the toilet my brain instantly realize it was time to pee now and I literally started going in my pants. I had to hold myself to keep from leaking anymore. I for sure let out a few moans and whimpers in that stall, and I was not alone in the bathroom either. When I felt like I had a little more control, I got the water bottle out of my little leather backpack and took a little sip. I instantly felt it all run down into my bladder. I knew the longer I took to drink the bottle the worse it would be for me. With a hand in my crotch, and the other holding the bottle, I started chugging it. After a few seconds, I lruched forward and gripped myself. By this point, my pants were absolutely soaked. I was about half way done with my water and I didn't think I could stand anymore at all. I took about ten seconds and chugged the rest of the bottle. I waited until I had regained control in my bladder to step out of the stall, wash my pee soaked hands and then run and return back to my date. We started walking and I steered us in the way to the fountain. This was my final challenge and by god, I knew I would fail if I didn't get to finish it as fast as I could. We got down the escalator. The stone meant for sitting on around the fountain was dull and would for sure leave a wet spot if I tried to sit on it with my soaking wet pants. I chose a seat on a polished wood. He sat next to me and we started talking. I felt bad only giving short answers but I couldn't help it. My bladder was just way too full to focus on anything else but holding in the ocean of pee that was pressing right up against my urethra. I kept checking the clock watching even minute pass by. Finally it was ten minutes passed. I got up and he stood up after me. I mentioned how the flask I had before was really getting to me and that I was going to the use the bathroom one more time (frankly it may have seemed strange but whatever haha). I went to the bathroom, pulled down my pants (I was already going by this point, sat and peed for what felt like forever. BOOM! Challenge complete!! Thank you all so much for reading. This took a lot longer to write than I hoped. I was trying to get it done before going on my trip but was unable to. I will be writing about said trip so be on the look out for "A Very Omo Filled Trip" in the future!

There is a new challenge going on YouTube which is called " Last To Use The Bathroom Wins $10000 Challenge" This challenge involves men and women desperate to pee after drinking a lot of water. Here are some of these videos Hope you enjoyed these as much as I did guys =D

Chapter 1 (FYI loosely based on an old episode of an old tv show) Alex’s tan athletic body laid across her beds silk white sheets. In those dark short shorts her legs spread out to let breeze flow between the crotch. Her white t shirt strayed well across her small but ample chest. Hair tied up, she flinched as she felt a jolt hit her bladder, making her sexy legs squeeze together on instinct. She brushed it off for the time being. Liz, who slept across the hall from Alex had a little more weight on her but boy did it look awesome. Her white legs may have had flab, but her white panties shaped well over her ass, and tight white t shirt brought out her big boobs that took attention away from her amazing blonde hair. She was fast asleep, not yet aware of her bladder which was so full her tummy stuck out. Ashley was a tall, tan model wearing nothing but a tight black bra over her huge chest, and black panties that brought eyes to her crotch and ass whenever she did a magazine photo shoot or walked on the beach. She slept next to her boyfriend, Kevin, also tall, and the body of a hot athlete. “Morning,” he said as he wiped her dark hair from her face. Ashley flinched as she felt all the drinks from last nights after party expand her bladder, plugging herself with her fingers quickly which turned on Kevin. She squeezed her legs as she rubbed off the need to pee like hell feelings as she didn’t want to leave her comfy bed yet. Each of the three house friends (Kevin spent the night) that one of the two bathrooms was being renovated and out of commission for the time being. “Don’t want to get up yet,” Ashley said smiling and kissing Kevin. Kevin felt his massive need to piss though! He got up as he watched his girlfriend fall back asleep, and made his way out of bed, into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Alex meanwhile at that point had been squirming around under her sheets for sometime, and did not want to wet the bed. Her bladder in pain, she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. “Christ,” She said as she rushed, annoyed with her pulsing bladder. She reached the bathroom door and tried to push it open, alas, it was occupied. She wrestled with the handle and knocked. “Um...hello?” She asked in a worried and awkward tone. “I’ll be done soon,” said Kevin. Alex bounced in place and shook her head letting out a breath of grief. Sighing because of her explosive bladder feeling like it was pushing out her sides. She crossed her legs and her foot waddled. She heard one of the doors in the hall open, and Liz rushes out with her sexy long and thick legs together. In nothing but her white shirt and too small sized panties. She reached for the door but Alex pushed her back. “Hey hey hey!” Alex said. “Me first!” Liz threw her arms up wanted to swear like crazy as she literally felt she might lose it any second. Her belly hurting so bad from her full bladder she felt queasy, let her tongue hang out drooling like a dog begging. A sexy gold one that is. She turned to the other bathroom but stopped remembering quickly it was out of order. She felt her bladder feeling like it would rip apart stretching so bad. Hurt so bad she tipped over a little at her waist. “Oooooh,” Liz moaned, pushing her hands against her crotch, her feet kicking back one after the other. She would kick on foot back and keep it floated as she bounced, then repeated the process with the next foot and so on in torment. Ashley, in her room laying in bed, could not stop squirming around or uncross her legs. She got up without grabbing her robe, and headed out the bedroom door for the bathroom in only her black bra and panties. To be continued

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! ❤️

Hey everyone!!! I would like to start off by saying thank you all for the support throughout the last few stories I wrote, It really means a lot! I am very excited to write more about my experiences and share them all with you. Tonight I decided to do a little challenge that I wrote up for my girlfriend, but I thought I might as well try it out too. I basically have to make it through an entire movie without wetting myself but also complete a series of challenges throughout. Here is the complete challenge. "This challenge consists of you watching a movie while you are desperate, however you must change the position you are in at the specified times. You must be fully clothed, and your pants must have a tight or semi-tight waistband. 1.Start off the challenge by getting to the point where you only kind of need to pee 2.Pick a movie of your choice (must be at least 1 hr 45 min long) i. If it is longer, then you may use the remainder of the movie as a break. 3.Drink 6-8 oz every 15 minutes 4.There are going to be 4 positions that you must be in while watching the movie. You have to stay in each one for 15 min and you will get a 15 min break in between each one so set your timer!!! You must complete the positions in this order i.Your computer must be on your legs with your arms crossed on top of your bladder so they press down. ii. Put your computer on your bladder. Press down on your bladder every 5 minutes iii. Lay on your stomach while on a hard surface. You have to rock your hips so that your bladder presses into the ground iv. Sit with you computer in between your legs. You can hold yourself every other minute (one minute on and one minute off) 5. Like I said before you do get 15 minute breaks in between each position. You may choose any position you like as long as you are comfortable. That being said, there are rules to the breaks. i.You can cross your legs for 7.5 minutes, the other 7.5 they must not be crossed ii.You can hold yourself for 7.5 minutes, the other 7.5 you cannot. iii. If the movie is longer than 1 hr 45 min then you are allowed to do everything you can to hold on. 6. If you make it all the way to the end of the movie there is one more thing you have to do. i.You must go into your bathroom and sit (fully clothed) on the toilet for 5 minutes. ii.After completing this, you are free to take off everything but your underwear to relieve yourself." I have already had a bit to drink tonight and already feel like I have to go a bit. I honestly have no clue how hard this is going to be, but I will not give up easily. I know some of you already know what I look like, but I am around 6 feet tall, tan, not necessarily skinny or a big guy, I have brown hair, and green eyes. I decided to wear some blue joggers with a tight elastic waistband as well as some light grey boxers underneath. For the movie, I decided to watch Incredibles 2. I have loved the Incredibles since I was a child, and I am so hyped to get to finally watch the second one. I won't really be able to type while I am going the challenge, but I will do my absolute best to cover everything that happens! Alright everyone, with all of that settled, here we go!!! Alright so at the very beginning I had to pee, but not too bad. The first challenge wasn't too hard. Having my arms crossed over my relatively not full bladder was actually pretty comfortable. I actually got to sit and enjoy the movie! Being in this specific situation all I could do was anticipate the ocean of pee that was about to be inside of me. I thought I would be able to make it no problem. Boy was I wrong!!! I got through about 20 minutes and 16 oz of water with absolutely no problem. I was doing just fine. Boom! All of that water that I had just started racing through me and all of the sudden I jumped from about a 4/10 to a 7/10. All of my muscles were tensing up and it became extremely hard to move without any difficulty. I was watching the movie on my bed and even trying to sit up was becoming a problem for me. I was not going to give up until the challenge was over though. I knew that I could make it, and I was absolutely determined to make it all of the way through the entire movie with no problems. I eventually got the the second challenge, and I put my computer right on top of my bladder so that it was digging into me ad I was watching the movie. The waistband on my joggers was not helping at all. It was already digging into me, and I was squirming the entire time trying to find the absolute best position so that I was comfortable. It wasn't going to happen though. I was going to have to sit there, just trying to make it through the next 15 minutes. I began squirming and trying to rock back and forth, but I quickly realized that by rocking it would make my computer press further into my bladder. I kept getting small pings at the bottom of my bladder telling me that I should use the restroom, but I wasn't going to. I wasn't going just give up within the first hour. I just couldn't do that. Ace is stronger than that. Once my break came I quickly downed my next 8 oz of water so that I could focus only on trying to keep myself together. I was crossing my legs and trying my best not to hold myself so I would be able to later during the break. My breathing began to get deep and heavy. All I could focus on was trying to find the most comfortable position I could be in for my breaks so that I might be able to take some of the pressure off of my bladder. My waistband wouldn't allow it though. If I laid down then the skin around my bladder would stretch and put pressure all over and make me whimper. If I sat up then my joggers would just dig right into me and make my need even worse. I pressed down onto my bladder just to see how full it actually was. As I pressed I realized that despite how bad I needed to go already, my bladder was not even hard yet. I was able to easily press into it. Even though it caused me to leak and whimper, It gave me hope for the rest of the challenge. I still had a lot of room to spare. I couldn't bring my hopes up too far though. I still had about 1 hr 15 min left in the movie which meant about 40 more oz to drink. I had only had 24 at the time so by the end of the challenge I would have nearly tripled the amount I already had flowing through me. I heard my timer go off and I immediately downed another 8 oz of water, got into the third position and set my new timer. I was laying down on my floor with my computer out in front of me. Because of the particular way I was positioned I had to be up on my elbows the entire time. This stretched out the skin around my lower abdomen which put even more pressure down onto me. On top of that I had to lay on my stomach on my floor. I was right on top of my bladder. While it wasn't all to bad at first, I was still squirming, breathing heavily, and whimpering. I felt a dribble of pee try to force its way out of my bladder, but I was able to stop the flow before anything happened. It wasn't until I felt all of the water I had just chugged make its way into my bladder that I began to panic. i was only about six minutes into this position and I felt my bladder begin to harden like a rock. I swear I felt my bladder begin to push me off of the ground the more it grew. I began to wince in pain as I got more and more full. I started rocking side to side on my bladder as the instructions specified. It felt like I was rolling on top of one of those exercise balls. I would get to the center of my bladder and just fall over to one side because of how full and round it was. I had managed pretty well keeping my pee inside of me until this point. Every time I was move to one direction I felt my bladder slowly push pee out of itself and into my grey boxers. I was on the floor, on my stomach, I could grab myself or cross my legs without putting even more pressure on my already full bladder. I just had to endure. I kept leaking though. I just couldn't stop it from coming out. I made about a tennis ball sized wet spot on my floor, and an even bigger patch on my pants. I was so happy to finally be able to get up after the fifteen minutes were over. I could barely stand laying on the floor anymore when I heard my timer fire off. Out of pure reflex I shot up from the floor. Let me tell you, that was a very bad decision. The quick motion, and the jolt of my body caused my bladder to spasm and I let out a huge spurt of pee. I immediately crossed my legs and grabbed myself. That's when I remembered that I had to drink more water. I cursed myself for attempting this challenge, but I was not going to let it get the best of me. I am no quitter, and I was for sure going to make it all the way through. Either that or wet myself, which at the time didn't seem like such a far fetched thought. I grabbed my bottle and drank the next 8 oz of water, and immediately regretted it as it instantly started making its way into my already overfilled bladder. I was grabbing myself and and crossing my legs completely disregarding the amount of time on the clock. This was a very bad decision, by the time that 8 minutes passed I had completely used up the allotted tie for me to hold myself and cross my legs. "Why did I do that?!?!?!?!?!?!" I thought to myself as I prepared myself for the next few minutes of agony just waiting for the time to pass. I was leaking uncontrollably. Just feeling the warmth trickle down my legs made everything so much worse. My whole body was shaking and I wasn't sure if I would be able to make it much longer. I had to though. I was so freaking close to my goal. I had about 30 more minutes left in the movie, and I was already a wet mess. I watched the clock count down to zero as my next challenged approached me. I was dreading it. I couldn't spread open my legs! I would wet myself. I had to push through though. My heart sank as I heard my timer go off. How could I possibly have more to drink? Even at this point I felt like I would burst and let it all go if someone poked my bladder. I didn't have any more room!!! I just had to put my body on auto pilot and let myself drink the next 8 oz. Hearing the water splash around in my bottle made a huge spurt come out of me and soak my already wet joggers even more. Nevertheless, I had to complete this next challenge. I set my timer for fifteen minutes and placed my computer between my legs. As I did this I felt all of my muscles tense up and lock. I couldn't move. If I did I would wet myself. All I could do was hold myself every other minute, but that wouldn't be enough. I had a tsunami of pee just waiting at the floodgates ready to come out. I couldn't hold it much longer. It took all of my will power to not completely soak myself while I was not holding. I wasn't able to stop leaking, but I was able to keep just enough control so that I didn't full on wet myself and soak all of my clothes and my floor. I started to feel my kidneys working against me again. I felt them trying their hardest to force all of the water I just had into my bursting bladder. I was shaking, and I couldn't focus on the movie anymore. All I could do was watch the clock in order to make sure I was able to use each minute to my advantage. When I could hold myself I put all of my effort into trying to gain control of my body. When I couldn't hold myself all I could think was "Do not wet yourself! YOU CAN MAKE IT! Please don't let go now! You only have twenty minutes left! Come on!!!!". I could feel my boxers sticking to me, and the warm and wet sensation on my legs was making it near impossible to hold it all in. As soon as my timer rang, my legs shot together like bullets. I lurched forward and both of my hands shot straight to my crotch. I was too full. I only had about 15 more minutes in the challenge though. I could make it. I wasn't going to give up this close to the end. I couldn't do that. It would be humiliating and I knew that if I tried my hardest I would be able to make it. I stood up and started pacing round my room. Back and forth between walls. I was waiting in anticipation for the movie to end so I could finish the rest of the challenge. I was bursting, I couldn't hold it anymore. Every single step was another leak. It made no difference though. My bladder was too full to know the difference after the leaks. The back of my joggers had a huge wet spot where I had been sitting for the last position. I couldn't walk in a straight line. I couldn't focus on anything other than holding everything in. That's when I heard the last timer go off. I started to leave my room. I made sure to grab a measuring tool, on my way down to the bathroom because a few people have asked how much I can actually hold. After this, I immediately grabbed my phone and hobbled down he stairs. I left a trail of pee behind me as I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I had one more challenge to complete and I wasn't sure I could do it. I lifted up the lid to my toilet and immediately after seeing the water in there began to loose control. I fell to my knees and grabbed myself. I couldn't loose it all right here. I was so close. "Come on Ace!!!" I chanted in my head trying to regain all control so I could finish out the rest of this hellish challenge. After another minute I was able to get onto my feet and sit myself down on the toilet. I set down my measuring tool and immediately set a timer for the last 5 minutes of the challenge. I was whimpering. My bladder was throbbing and my muscles were fatigued. I had about 3 minutes left and I had my eyes glued on my timer. Ever second felt like an eternity. I was trying my best not to think about the sweet relief of letting go, but I couldn't stop myself. That was all I could think about. I was so freaking close to the end!!! One more minute on the clock. I was shaking all over and gripping myself as hard as I possibly could. My bladder was screaming at me for relief. I couldn't hold anymore. I was bursting. I couldn't stop leaking. I couldn't hold it anymore. I had ten seconds left, and those last ten seconds were spent plugging myself so I couldn't let anything out. RING RING RING!!!! My timer went off, and as if they were in sync so did my pants. I did my best to pee into my measuring too. It felt almost orgasmic. I was getting worried though. I still had to go really bad, and I was filling up this cup fast. Sure it was able to hold 4 cups (960 ml), but I wasn't sure it was going to be big enough. I didn't even think about having to stop mid stream so that I could accurately measure. I was getting close to the top of my cup and I had to think fast. I settled on plugging myself up again which was painful and made the next few seconds of dumping out what was in the cup into the toilet feel like forever. Immediately after I dumped it out my bladder began pushing all of the pee out of me once more. It was finally after about one minute of peeing that I completely stopped. I had reached about 5.2 cups (1248) ml. I felt so extremely relieved at that point. My bladder was just thanking me for the sweet relief that I just got and I was ready to head to bed. My entire body was exhausted after that long hold, and it was also a lot of fun. I really hope that you all enjoy my story! I am trying really hard to post a story at least once ever couple days to that you all have fresh new content. I have said it before, but I will say it again, thank you all for the support and love that you have given me throughout the past few days. Please let me know if there is anything that I can do in order to make my stories better!!! But anyways, Goodnight everyone! I will be posting another story tomorrow.

I love all aspects of Omorashi but have a particular interest in holding, large bladders and desperation inhave an above average bladder size and an ability to hold for long periods until well beyond what people without a fetish would regard as extremely painful ( i am aware of the physical risks and this is an occasional activity for me) i started thinking earlier why do I particularly enjoy this? Certainly for a Male there is a physiological pleasure caused by the bladder pressing on the prostate, but I also question could this be Regarded almost as a form of self harm? Arguabely anything that causes pain and could have an element of danger could be categorised in that way? each hold that I do leads me to want to increase my volume record- consistently about 1300 to 1400 mls, and I keeping trying to think of a way that I could hold just that bit longer- again I wonder why? I am naturally competitive however!! 🙂 sorry this is a bit ramble and introspective so just wondered what other people thought?

I like to do holds where I can be able hold it the maximum amount of time whilst also having maximum desperate-ness, that is, pain in my bladder. Anyone know a method/level of drinking that can achieve an optimal level, that maximizes both without sacrificing the other? (I do value being able to hold the longest time and being able to do the desperation dance more than maximum desperate-ness, but I also need to be desperate to a certain degree that it's enjoyable and I don't feel like I'm merely as desperate as I could get from my normal life.)

This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)

Hello there! I'm going to talk about how is being desperate during a work shift. I'm doing my interships for my vocacional course. Last week, i woke up late so i had to run for being puntual at work. So i skipped my morning pee after a long night sleeping. When I arrive at the clinic. my supervisor was waiting for me because we had many patients to attend, so there was no time to go to the bathroom. My bladder felt full after a long night. After spending 3 hours working non-stop, I was on my way to the bathroom when a traffic accident arrived, so again my attempt at relief was impossible. I had to drink water all morning because I was thirsty because it's too hot in the x-ray room. When I finally had my half-hour break, I ran to the staff bathroom to find a sign that said, out of service. My bladder was screaming for relief. It felt heavy and hard and my cock was semi hard. I needed to piss soon. I did not know how much longer I could stand. So I gave myself a good squeeze and continue working. At 2 PM I was totally desperate for a piss. My cock was on fire. The pee pushed to leave. I was sweating. At 3 pm I had my second rest and again I ran to the bathroom on another floor. Running with my cock in my hand, I prepare to let go of the hot piss. I was relaxing and the torrent of pee began to come out and a few seconds passed when I heard someone entering the bathroom immediately stop urinating as I need to be alone to pee. The relief was so short. I needed to urinate soon I was still full and totally desperate to pee. But it was not possible for me, so I had to wait to get home to explode. When you arrive home after being in a traffic jam for 50 minutes. I had to wait 20 more minutes because my roommate was taking a bath. The last 5 mins was shaking with despair. I could not wait anymore. I ran to the back garden and let out the hot pee for 2 minutes. It was almost orgasmic. I spend all day full and hard.

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&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!

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A couple of days ago while I was on a car trip with my best friend. Our bladders were put to the test. We had to endure in a traffic jam for 6 hours our very full bladders. That morning we went to breakfast and then we would start driving. It was a long trip we took turns in the car. After three hours driving, I stopped at a gas station to go piss and rest and Jacob took control of the car for the following hours. We could only rest, the toilets were broken. We still were not very full. After an hour on the road. My bladder started asking for relief and Jacob's too. 5 minutes later we had to slow down because there was a quite long traffic jam so we could see through the windows. I started getting nervous because I wanted to pee and now we were standing in the middle of the road with no means to relieve my bladder. We had waited 40 minutes and began to get restless. The coffee and juice of the breakfast began to ask for release. Our bladders were full and very soon they will be ready to burst. We look at each other nervously. We did not know how long we would be standing there. Suddenly, it started raining, which made us want to empty our bladders faster. We started to romp in the car seat. We take off our belts and open our zippers to give more space to our very full bladders. We started singing songs as a way to distract ourselves and not think about the immense desire to urinate we had. We were desperate at this point. 2 and a half hours later we had only advanced 5 kilometers and our bladders were about to burst. A while later we discovered that we would be stuck for another 4 hours. There was a big accident ahead and we had to wait for them to clear the road. We were already 4 hours and surprisingly we kept holding. But we did not stop. We were riffs and masturbating to make it harder for us to wet our pants in the car. To continue.......

This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.