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  1. Hey guys... who is into big bladders?? If you have one... share your pics, vids, links & recordings here. Women & Men are equally invited :)
  2. 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...
  3. 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!
  4. 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.
  5. Does anyone here have any videos of a bulging bladder like showing it off? I find those really good (and impressive lol I've been trying to acheive that as well but thats a different story :p)
  6. 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.
  7. 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!
  8. 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.
  9. I would like your thoughts if I may peeps!! Basically, the question is this: Why, when desperate and in a situation whereby a bathroom is not readily available, will most girls try to hide their plight and 'suffer in silence'. Feel free to disagree, but that is my line of thinking as I don't know of any girls myself that would admit to having a seriously full bladder. Some would, I know, but most; I think at least, wouldn't. So, what do you think?
  10. I find site with interesting content https://girls-pee.com/1lbest1/ , also OJHI-150 has 1 liter+ bladders
  11. 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?
  12. 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!
  13. I found that pee holding scene, I find this very interesting. Is in the very beggining of the video. Also, I want to know what says the third girl after saw her bladder capacity (My language is spanish, so I don't understand so well what she says)
  14. Small introduction (the story is below so skip this first paragraph if you’re the tl;dr type): i wrote about this a very long time ago and the story got lost. This happened in my freshman year of college when me and my girlfriend at the time were 19. I remember always wanting to see a genuine accident, and for some reason she agreed to hold it. The rules were easy: drink enough to where you have to go but not too much. Wait a little while until it gets bad, but not too bad, and then we will hangout. The other was that she has to hold it and try to hold it no matter what even if it starts to come out. Last, I’m not supposed to know when so that it seems more real. Her roommates were gone for the entire week so she had a room to herself and invited me over after drinking quite a few liquids when we ate at a dining hall. Story description starts: To start this story I had just gotten back from lunch and played a game for about a half hour. Sarah (fake name for the real girl) had texted me but I didn’t pay any mind to it. I didn’t yet know that she had planned it for that day. I showered got out and saw more texts. The first was, “hey, wanna come over?” Which was the one I ignored. The next three while I showered were, “you may want to get over here soon.” “This is getting quite urgent” “come over here or I’m going to have to go before you’re here.” Now me not knowing what she planned I didn’t know where she was going, but I texted back and headed over. I was greeted to her in a green t-shirt, and slightly dark blue jeans (not too dark). Her underwear she had on were light blue cotton panties. To give a small description she was about 5’4, had blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, and was skinny/slender. She had about B cup breasts and her but was round and protruded slightly but was not voluptuous. She was good looking. The real story begins: So, after I got there she stated, “I was really starting to have to pee and would’ve had to go if you didn’t get here. It’s getting bad.” I got excited at the idea and proceeded to follow her to her room. She locked the door. She began to pace a little around her room until she stood still at the corner edge of her bed with her legs crossed. She had tried this before and left before it got bad, but even then she had stayed in one spot for a bit and crossed her legs to hold it while it got bad. She had told me while she had crossed her legs that it’s a comfortable position for her so that she doesn’t jolt her bladder. After a few minutes she began to put her left hand on her crotch while crossing her legs (she’s a lefty) and started to state that it was getting worse. She kept trying to check her phone to text people or check Facebook so she’d keep her hand in between her legs and would walk over, cross her legs and move her legs with her knee arched in and would switch legs, and then would proceed to walk back to the same spot and cross her legs again. I could see occasionally she would begin to squeeze a tiny bit harder with her hand. She began to walk slower to check her phone and stated it wasn’t getting a bit worse. At this point it starts getting even more interesting. She seemed a bit more frozen in place and looked at me and asked, “how am I suppose to check my phone? This got really bad” and then breathed a little sharply, increased the pressure of her hand and leg slightly and looked at me. I stated, “well why not use both hands? The pressure should subside a tiny bit, then you can go over and check your phone and position yourself just like you are here.” So she put her right hand over her left and uncrossed her legs and walked over to her phone (it was about 6 feet away from where she stood so not far) and did a small dance that looked like a jog on the way over and giggled a little at what she called her own ridiculousness. She then did the same thing walking back over. She hung her head down for a second and squeezed a little harder clearly starting to feel the urgency. She told me she can’t believe she’s still holding it and felt her own bladder then told me to feel it. It was as hard as a rock almost to her belly button. That bladder was full and she looked like the pressure was intense. She crossed her leg again and stated she couldn’t really move too much anymore. As this continued she began to hunch a little more as the pressure increased. She starting having to switch hands as the pressure she was using to hold herself turned her knuckles white and when she switched hands her legs relaxed from what looked like an iron locked grip on each other. She began to hunch over slightly in a way that I could see were slight bladder spasms and her eyes would squint as she clenched and her breathing would become harder during those times. One time in particular she bent forward suddenly and exclaimed “ow ow ow!!” She had bent so suddenly she got a back cramp. I had hugged her to give back support and massaged the cramp. She said, “this is the worst I’ve had to go in my whole life” and recounted some stories of where she’s felt a bladder spasm like this but always went when they weren’t as intense because she would read and be so into the book. She then went back to staying slightly hunched over and switching her hand once in a while. The best way I could describe this is that over the course of this entire time she began to look more like a cork that was going to explode. Her leg was locked in place and her hands were white with the pressure she was putting on herself. She was giving it her all to hold it. I could tell that it was getting worse and worse. She was more quiet and stiff in her position besides her body’s movements. Her breathing began to get harsh as she bent forward again with her hand turning white. She looked at me and stated, “This isn’t going to work much longer.” She then bent forward again and I could hear her strained breathing. I asked if a little had already come out and if her underwear was wet at all and all she’s could do was shake her head slightly yes. No leaks were visible but very tiny ones had happened. I took a few steps back because I wanted to watch her whole body react to the inevitable. She stated that she literally could not move and was locked in a hunched over position. She then gasped a little and in the in between switched her hand back to her left (clearly trying to get the max pressure relief from her dominant hand) and then stayed in that hunched over position. Then she exclaims “Are you kidding me?!? I already stopped it twice!!” And I could see a drop starting to come from the back of her pants. She kept her legs crossed very tightly and continued to put pressure on her hand. It stopped for a second and then it spread more until it covered her from her butt to her feet. A puddle had started to form at her feet. Up until that point she’s kept her hand hard pressed trying to stop it. “Ew ew ew!” She exclaimed as she removed her hand clearly losing control. Then she said “I give up” because it had already come out and she wasn’t able to stop it. I thought she would’ve leaked once with how hard she was trying but I guess all that effort lead to an inevitable soft explosion instead. It didn’t come out too violently as she had tried to hold through the flood but a lot did come out in the end. She stated that she tried her absolute hardest but that it was unstoppable. She took off her pants revealing her soaked underwear and she then left and took a shower. Our afterstory remains ours after that. The last part of the deal was that after she actually succeeded in doing this then I would too to keep things “even” in a sense. My own experience was a bit interesting as well. Let me know what you think! I haven’t shared anything in a very long time, but I hope this was worth the read. I tried being descriptive even in the parts where not too much occurred. Signing Off, Cool Bro.
  15. **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
  16. 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
  17. 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
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    This was requested in the Video Links & Uploads section. I saw this on jade-net-home and couldn't cough up the money fast enough, lol. This one is right on-topic for me. It features a series of young ladies standing in a room holding it. The difference with this one is that it focuses on bulging bladders. The girls display their bladders for a significant portion of each scene. They also measure their wastes. Nice movie.

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  19. 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
  20. Jane's Aching Bladder Jane woke up this morning feeling fresh and full of energy. It's early Saturday morning and Jane decides to go for a walk around her nice suburban neighborhood. Jane is 28 years young and still has a slim body with cute hourglass curves, which form her soft bubbly ass and perky breasts. Jane has strait, long chestnut brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Today Jane's wearing a dark grey low cut dry fit shirt and pink yoga pants. Her bikini style panties are pink with white lace. After a long week Jane finally gets to relax and enjoy the morning. She eats breakfast, downs a coffee, and heads out the door. The sun is out and the bright colors of morning and sounds of the birds keep Jane's mind off of anything else. Jane makes her way around the block and walks toward the local park. There is a little twitch of her bladder, but Jane doesn't think anything of it. Normally Jane stops and walks home after she reaches the park, but today she stays. Jane sits down under a tree and looks into a small pond just past the park. She sits under tree until she feels another twitch and a pang in her bladder. Jane decides she needs to get up and walk back home. Jane leaves the park massaging her bladder remembering the last time it was this full. It was a few years ago and Jane was sitting in her office at work and didn't have time to visit the toilet. She recalled how awful her urge was to pee and to just relieve herself. She had a wet spot in her panties, but after some squirming she finally made it to the bathroom before having an accident in front of her co-workers. Jane feels so glad she isn't that desperate to pee yet. She continues walking home as her bladder fills up to maximum capacity. Now her bladder is bulging and starting to ache in protest. Jane groans as she picks up her pace. Jane has sweat dripping down her forehead and her panties are becoming more damp by the minute. Flashbacks of her office trauma causes her pulse to quicken as Jane becomes more desperate to pee. She just has another block to go and Jane will be back home. Her butt bounces rhythmically as her sweaty tight yoga pants cling to her ass. Jane is so close to the toilet. Her bladder pulses again causing her to double over and hold her damp crotch. Her swollen bladder is full and begging for relief. She really needs to pee and is becoming more and more desperate by the minute. Jane is just seven houses down from hers and hobbling her way closer. She stumbles her way along with a hand grabbing her crotch with no shame. She is really bursting for the toilet as she approaches her home. Jane tries to unlock the door, but her key is jammed. She fumbles her way around the back of the house. Jane feels a squirt of hot piss escape her tired bladder. Her muscles are giving out quicker than she thought. She whimpers as she squirms trying to open her back door. Another spasm hits her and more pee rolls down her leg. Jane is loosing the battle. She moans as a tear falls down her cheek. Her bladder contracts a last time as the lock clicks open. Jane freezes as her pee gushes from her tired bladder down her legs, soaking her pink panties. She walks inside and quickly hops upstairs to shower. Jane strips off her yoga pants and shirt. She tugs her soaked panties up and down adjusting them. Jane naughtily decides to just keep them on in the shower. As Jane washes off, she rubs herself thinking that maybe being desperate and having and accident wasn't that bad after all? - The End
  21. Four Day Struggle Ch3: Pee Dreams Ally tossed and turned in her sleep, she had somehow managed to avoid completely soaking herself the second she had fallen asleep. She started to dream… Ally woke up from a deep sleep, but she was not a home, she was in a store. She got up off the ground, suddenly realizing she had to pee, badly. She started running down the isle until she found the manager’s office. She opened the door and ran in. Is there a bathroom anywhere, I really need to pee? Are you lost honey? NO I’m not lost, I just woke up here and I need to pee! You just woke up here, you must be delirious, can I have a number for your parents? No, is there a bathroom? Do you know your number? Yes I know, I’m in middle school, I neeeeeed to pee! I’m about to leak, please I need a bathroom! I’ll go get on the microphone and make a call to your parents he said. He seemed to be ignoring everything she said, she just didn’t get it. Bella got up and ran out the door, almost peeing herself. She ran across to the pizza parlor and looked through the window, it was closed, but there were people everywhere! She ran across to the bank, closed. Nail salon, closed, Chinese food restaurant, closed! She started to pee her pants, the liquid spread all across the front of her sweatpants, turning them completely dark. The liquid dripped down the legs in to her boots, filling them up until they overflowed. She just kept peeing, it felt like she would never stop, the urge was still there! Everybody turned to her and laughed as she kept peeing! She started to feel dizzy, like she could vomit, it felt like vertigo! Why didn’t she stop peeing? Why? Ally woke up in a cold sweat, that was a horrible dream she thought. Suddenly, she knew why she had that dream. She felt warm and wet, she had wet herself. She reached down, feeling her diaper sagging off of her, it was wet on the outside, she must’ve peed, A LOT! She leaked out a little more, she decided since Bella would not let her change, she should just go back to sleep, and she did. Emilie was also getting pee dreams. Hers was different though. She was at school, grammar school… Emilie was sitting at her desk at school, in fourth grade. She was sitting at her desk while the teacher talked away at the white board. The urge to pee was strong, and she couldn’t hold it for the rest of the day. She raised her hand, and was called on after a torturous minute of waiting which seemed like hours. Yes Emilie? The teacher answered. I need to pee badly, can I please go? No Emilie, you will wait until the lesson is over. Please Emilie begged and pleaded. No, now do you want to sit in the corner? No, I want to use the bathroom. Well, you’ll just have to wait. Emilie laid back as she tried to hold her pee in. The seconds ticked by like hours, the minutes by days. She held her crotch as that and crossing her legs were the only thing she could do. She started to squirm in her seat. Her teacher noticed, Emilie sit still, Do you need me to get the principal. No Emilie replied, I still really need to pee though. No, I said sit still or you will be in big trouble. Emilie sat there, with her hand pressing against her, sweating. She peed a bit, leaving a small wet spot. Her friends started to pick up her extreme desperation, they looked at her, giggling. Emilie started to get angry at them. She peed more, leaving a noticeable spot. Her friends started full out laughing, taunting her, Emilie has to pee, Emilie has to pee! Emilie soaked her pants and was mortified as she felt all the warm pee shooting out of her. Emilie suddenly woke up, wet. She had wet her diaper, but she smelled pee in the room, so luckily is wasn’t only her… Bella was the next to have a dream… Bella was in her car with her mother, they drove down the road. Bella felt a sudden urge to pee, Mom, can you pull over, I need to use the bathroom? Bella asked. No Bella, now just hold it, we have a long drive ahead she said. Bella crossed her legs her car went down the highway. Bella regretted drinking so much water before. The car sped through the lanes, passing other cars. Mom, please, I had like four bottles of water, really, pull over. Bella no, I want to make it to our destination on time. I’ll try to go as fast as I can, alright she replied. Bella’s mom sped up a lot, from sixty to ninety. They were now flying down the highway going forty miles an hour over the speed over the speed limit, Bella’s situation getting worse every minute. Bella crossed her legs harder. She felt much worse now. Out of nowhere, Bella heard the worst sound ever, police sirens. Bella’s mother slammed the breaks. Bella hit the back of her mother’s seat, now she was thinking she wasn’t “Just to cool for a seat belt”. Bella started to pee but quickly stopped herself. The fact that she almost had an accident made it even worse. Bella sat back up in the seat, fastening her seat belt. A cop got out of the police car and walked over to her mother’s window, her mother opening it. Mam, do you have an idea how fast you were going? He asked. Forty five miles per hour her mother said, lying. Mam, I clocked you in at over ninety miles an hour, the speed limit is fifty miles an hour. If I may interrupt Sir she said, almost everyone is going at least sixty. I’m aware of that, you were going ninety. So? Mam, stay in your car, I’m giving you a ticket. Bella’s mother had been pulled over before. Once, her registration was up and she was pulled over before, the cop took forever, well, if forever could be five minutes. Bella sat there in desperation as the cop did his thing. She stuck in her crotch, she now had a huge wet spot on her pants. Bella desperately tried to hold on, squirming around in the seat. She peed more, somehow keeping the main torrent at bay. Bella felt that if she moved she would explode. She kept moving around. What was taking so long, it was just one ticket. The seat belt Bella had on was too much on her bladder. She had pulled it out to the point where it was extremely tight. She tried to unlock it, but it was stuck! It was freaking stuck! She pulled at it with all her might, but it just wouldn’t budge. She started to pee again as she had her hands away from her bladder and her mind away from it as well. She forced her hands on her and tried to hold it in, but she just kept peeing. She completely soaked herself along with her seat. Mom, she said, embarrassed, I wet myself. Her mother sighed as the cop came back with the ticket. Morning: By morning, everyone awoke and resurfaced from the depths of their sleeping bags. I’m wet Emilie, is anyone else? She asked. I am too Bella said. So am I, Ally added. Great, we’re all wet Bella said. Did you guys have any dreams she asked, I did. I did, what was it? Bella asked. I was in fourth grade, I had to pee, but my teacher wouldn’t let me she replied, what was yours Bella? I was in my mom’s car, we got pulled over and I wet myself she said. How about yours Ally? Bella asked. I was in town, I woke up in a store, and no bathrooms were open, I ended up peeing myself Ally replied. I’ll fix us breakfast, oh and guys, I’m running low on diapers so we need to conserve them, so if you mess or wet a diaper, no changing until that night. They all agreed. Breakfast: For breakfast Bella cooked some pancakes. They devoured them and filled up on more water. Lunch: A few hours later Bella prepared sandwiches for lunch, by that time they were all bursting for a pee. While Emilie and Ally sat downstairs, Bella was applying her secret trick to the sandwiches. She grinded up some of her diuretic pills she bought and mixed them in with mayonnaise on the sandwiches. Alright Guys she said, come up for lunch she said. Emilie and Ally rushed upstairs and sat down. Okay, no breaks dig in! They ate their sandwiches, while the diuretic powder did its magic. Ten minutes later while they were finishing up, Emilie and Ally suddenly just grabbed their selves. That was close Ally said, I just got spiked, I really need to pee now. Me too Emilie replied, what the hell? Bella giggled and grinned, and Emilie and Ally stared at her. What did you do? Emilie asked. I spiked your sandwiches Bella giggled. You gave us alcohol? Ally asked, shocked. No silly, I put diuretic powder, that’s why you need to pee Bella replied. Damn it Bella Ally said. You guys finish eating, and prepare for more desperation. After Lunch: After lunch, the girls were all trying to hold it in. Guys, I have an idea Ally said, why don’t we change back in to our panties, that will be another challenge, because then we’ll have to hold it more to avoid wetting on the floor. Okay Bella said. The girls went upstairs and changed, throwing their wet diapers in the garbage. Emilie took off her diaper, leaving her naked. She had one hand on her crotch and one had pulling her panties up her legs, hopping around. She peed on Bella’s carpet as she pulled up her panties. Urine soaked through them as she finally got them fully on. She put her hand back on her crotch and held. The others changed in to panties and they all went back downstairs. We should do a know hands contest, who can go the longest while no dancing or holding hands, just pure bladder muscles at work. That works Bella and Emilie agreed. Ready? Bella asked. Yep. One, two, three! They released their hands and all of them started leaking on to the ground, but stopped their selves. Ally groaned as she used all her strength not to have a full on accident. Ally’s bladder muscles ached as she held it back, spurting once in a while. Ally started to pee again. She couldn’t stop, she just kept going, soaking her panties and the floor. Bella started to pee once she saw Ally wet herself. She soaked her panties but managed to keep most of the flow contained. She crossed her legs, her bladder burned. She wet herself all over the floor. Emilie had an extremely full bladder, she crossed her legs as the urge increased. Little droplets of pee wet her panties. She could barely take it, it felt like her bladder would burst. She tried to move as much as she could without being noticed. Hey! Bella said, Emilie’s trying to dance. Bella pounced on her, and started tickling her. HAHAHA, STOP! Emilie peed and wet herself, getting urine all over Bella. Dammit, I had to pee so badly and now I’m covered in your own urine Bella Emilie said. And I am covered in yours Bella laughed, giggling. Bella helped Emilie up and they resumed their day.
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    In these videos a girl shows her enormous bladder bulge after consuming a lot of water, there is no peeing/ wetting or and nudity as such. This is solely for those people who enjoy watching swollen bladders. The first video lacks audio but in the second video the girl describes how she is feeling.

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    Here is a video style requested by a member of the forums. It is a classic video, apparently from a full video called "true desperation 3", and I am sure people have seen before. I would have just attached to the post request but I don't have that option anymore. One girl pushes on another girls bladder while she moans. Eventually she erupts like a geyser into her lace panties while the other girl continues to push on her bladder. Thanks for letting me know that the video is from a fuller video. I will definitely watch the rest tonight, as I've always loved this clip.

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  24. I hope this story is enjoyed by all. I actually liked writing it more than I liked it on second reading, but I still think it's a good one. Maybe a little more subtle than the majority of my stuff. As always, thoughts, comments, and ideas for future stories are certainly appreciated! Anita's Control I sat at the bar feeling a bit nervous. My first date in more than a few years, and it was a blind date to boot. At 35 I was in pretty good shape and certainly wasn’t bad looking, but I’d never seemed to make a connection with any woman for longer than a few months. Finally a longtime friend decided to set me up with one of her comrades at the law firm she worked at. “Anita is very nice,” she told me before the date, “she’s regal and comforting and makes good conversation. One thing I want to let you know about though – she’s 47. Is that alright?” I shrugged and replied that it was. What did I have to lose, after all? Anita had let me know over the phone that she would be wearing a red dress so that I would know it was her, and sure enough, right on time at 6 pm, in walked a buxom blonde in a tight red dress. I waved her over, internally thanking my friend for her good taste in women, because Anita was truly a stunner! We got some drinks and began perusing the menu for our dinner, and Anita had already drained her water and asked for a refill, along with a beer, by the time we ordered. I got a beer as well and sipped it as we chatted. Anita was charming, and by the way she was looking at me I could tell she was very much enjoying our date. We ate and kept talking, and before I knew it, it was 8 pm! I had finished my water and two beers and noticed an acute urge to visit the facilities. I looked over at Anita, who had consumed the same as me, plus an extra water, and surprisingly she seemed in no distress. I figured she was putting on a good front, so I said, “Hey, I think I’m going to hit the bathrooms. Shall I show you where the ladies’ is?” Instead of accompanying me as I’d suspected, Anita replied with a frown, “Oh no, go ahead if you must. I can control such things.” Taken aback, I turned and went, the whole time replaying her words in my head and not making sense of them. Could she really be implying that she’s got a strong bladder? We stayed for one more hour and had another beer each, and by the time we decided to call it a night around 9 I had to pee once more. “I’m sorry, I have to use the bathroom again before we go. Are you quite sure you don’t want to go?” I asked, curious as to her answer. After all, despite her confidence in her bladder, I knew Anita hadn’t taken a pee in at least 3 hours and had consumed a liter and a half of beer and a liter of water in that time. I also knew that women’s bladders tended to get weaker as they got older, so I figured this time she would take heed and join me in relief. “Do I look like I’m in distress? It is no problem for me to wait,” Anita told me with a smile. And so I went, peed again, took her to her car, and we arranged to meet again. I had really enjoyed our time together and was looking forward to another meeting, but I was also fascinated by Anita’s seeming refusal to relieve herself. Was she pee shy, or did she really possess a bladder of steel like she claimed? We had a myriad of dates over the next few weeks, of varying length, and after each of them I went to the bathroom and asked if Anita (who of course had not gone once the entire time) would like to accompany me. Her responses were: 1. “I’m fine. You go on ahead, dear.” – after another long dinner. 2. “I can wait. It was just one movie, after all.” – after a 3 hour movie with lunch beforehand. 3. “That’s not necessary. I don’t need it right now.” – after 6 hours of wandering the city and looking in museums. 4. “Certainly not. Don’t worry, I’m a woman you can take out and not have to worry about finding facilities for.” – after another 3 hour dinner, this time with even more to drink than our first date! Every time she denied herself the restroom I became more aroused and excited and simply fascinated by her. Part of me desperately wanted to tell her how much I enjoyed her ability to wait, but another part of me was more curious. I wanted to see how far she would push herself normally, without explicitly knowing what she was doing to me. Finally one day I got my opportunity to be with her for an extended period of time. Anita’s law firm was sending her to a conference three hours away in a neighboring city, and she’d invited me to come with her “and keep me from going crazy from the boredom of it all.” I picked her up and we left her house at 9 am. I’d arrived an hour earlier to have breakfast with her and saw the light in her bathroom window switched on, then switch off a couple minutes after I rang her doorbell, so I assumed she’d had her morning pee at 8. It was hot in the car, so Anita consumed a bottle of water during the ride, and by noon we had arrived at our hotel (provided by the conference, so free of charge!). When we went into the room I immediately made use of the toilet, then asked if she wanted to relieve herself to be comfortable before the conference started. “Oh darling, I am fine. I will last the conference comfortably.” I expected this answer but still enjoyed hearing it. Ten minutes later and we were off to the conference building. When we reached the building, we quickly made our way to the lobby. A large group, perhaps 50 people, was milling outside of a set of double doors that led to the auditorium the conference would be taking place in. There was a table set up with refreshments, including a few pots of coffee, mostly untouched, and I overheard a few of the lawyers, men and women, talking near the refreshments table, saying, “Gosh, can you remember last year’s conference?” “I know, it ran so long!” “God, I was bursting for the loo by the end of it and that last speaker wouldn’t shut up long enough for me to go!” “I know, I think everyone learned their lesson this year. I know I’m not having any of that coffee beforehand!” I saw that Anita had heard their conversations as well and needled her, “Do you hear them? Are you sure you don’t need to pee before the presentations start?” Anita huffed at me, “Oh yes, I’ve been to these conferences before. I can control myself much better than that.” With that, my date slid her way passed the grouping of complainers and poured herself a large cup of black coffee. A few in their number kind of made eyes in her direction, but Anita just smiled them off and returned to my side. “They should really learn the benefits of waiting,” she said to me as the doors opened up. The conference was, in a word, boring as all hell. Anita had been right about that. I can honestly say I barely listened to a word of it after the first twenty minutes, instead focusing on how good my date looked in her sharp pantsuit. I also noticed that her large coffee was finished before the first hour. Still, she showed no signs of it, and after an eternity, 3:30 rolled around and we received an hour break for lunch. Anita snickered just a little as we saw a gaggle of conference-goers with bursting bladders quickly go to the restrooms. That meant we were among the first people to reach the restaurant located adjacent to the conference building, and we had ourselves a nice, simple lunch of sandwiches and sodas. Anita was making small talk with the waitress as she brought us our check a little after 4, and when the waitress learned of the conference and noticed Anita’s empty glass of soda, she told my date, “I’ve had a lot of customers come in from different conferences over there. Sounds like they’re no fun at all. The bathroom is over there, by the way. You’ll wanna be able to concentrate when you go back, am I right? Haha!” Anita smiled politely but replied, “Oh, honey, I’m much closer to getting a refill than needing to use the bathrooms, but thank you for the offer.” Sheepishly, I then thanked the waitress for the information and snuck off to use the bathroom. I didn’t think my bladder could take another 3 hours of law theory. Then we departed back to the conference building. Anita got herself one more coffee before going inside, then poured one for me before I could refuse, and we headed back into the conference room. Again, within an hour she’d downed her own, while I had barely touched mine. Truth be told, I’m not much a fan of black coffee, so when Anita looked over and motioned to my full cup, I whispered this to her. “No matter, I’ll have it then,” she replied easily, taking my cup and starting to sip. It was 6 by the time Anita had finished that one as well, and with all the drinks she was building up in her bladder and after 10 hours of holding time I knew she had to be feeling it! But I stared at her and still saw no signs that she needed a bathroom. Her demeanor was absolutely pleasant. Just like the previous year, the conference ran long, finally finishing up at 8 pm, but after 12 hours without a pee Anita was only absentmindedly crossing her legs from time to time. I wasn’t even sure it was due to pee need more than just general comfort. Again almost everyone in the room made their way to the bathrooms (and some with haste) once they were let out, but again Anita was not among them. I asked her what she wanted to do and she suggested dinner, so off we went to a fancier restaurant across town that she knew of. When we reached it around 8:30, we took our seats and I thought that now, surely now, Anita would excuse herself to use the restroom before our meal. But she stayed put, so after we ordered drinks I acknowledged it, “Well dear, you certainly were correct! You made it through the whole conference comfortably, even with the coffee!” Anita gave a little laugh at my blatant statement, then replied, “Mhm, it was no problem at all. I control myself well, I think, even when I start to need it.” “You really don’t need it, even now?” I ventured daringly. Anita gave me a quizzical look, then replied, “What are you talking about? I have dinner with you like this all the time. You know I don’t go at dinner.” I was left speechless, realizing that every time we’d eaten dinner together Anita had been holding her bladder for the entire day going into it! That was all the conversation we made about her bladder during the dinner, and as usual we stayed after our meal to chat, so when we eventually got up to leave it was 11 pm. We’d had a few alcoholic beverages, and I’m sure as we got up Anita expected me to make my customary trip to the bathroom before we returned to the hotel. But instead I said playfully, “Well I for one am certainly not going to use the bathroom before we leave. Dare ya to skip the bathrooms with me!” At this Anita gave a wry smile, “Challenge accepted, sir. As if I was going to go anyway!” I saw a distinct bulge in her abdomen as we left the restaurant. At 11:30 we reached the hotel room and I instantly made my way to the bathroom to let out my pee. After skipping my after dinner pee I had to go quite badly! I was halfway through my noisy gusher when I heard Anita shout, “Can you shut the door or something to keep it down? You’re not making it any easier for me out here!” Confused, I shut the door with my free hand and finished my pee. When I exited the bathroom I asked her, “Why did you want me to shut the door?” Anita was sitting on the bed, lightly rubbing her swollen abdomen, “Oh, it’s alright dear. Hearing you go like that just made my bladder have some empathy pangs. It’s nothing I can’t control. I shouldn’t have even said anything.” “Are you not going to go before bed? You haven’t gone all day. I figured you’d want to be able to sleep!” I responded incredulously. Now Anita looked at me with annoyance, clearly perturbed that her perfect composure was being questioned, “Honestly, dear, I’m just a bit uncomfortable. I’m not wetting myself. I’ll be just fine.” I couldn’t believe it, but at midnight, after 16 hours without a pee break, Anita gingerly laid down on her side to sleep next to me. I couldn’t resist, putting my hand on the swell of her bladder as I spooned her, and after a groan she whispered to me to please move my hand, for it was making it hard to sleep. I did as she asked, instead groping her breast to elicit a much more pleasurable groan, and we drifted off to sleep like that. When we awoke the next morning, I checked my phone and discovered it was 8 am. To my left, Anita was just starting to stir. Her bladder had clearly grown during the night, now jutting out burstingly from her slim abdomen. It had now been an astonishing 24 HOURS since she had taken a pee to relieve her enormous building pressure, and Anita moaned quietly in pain as she forced herself to sit up and compress the mass of water inside her. I assumed her sphincter had to be tiring, but Anita allowed herself no more than a quick squeeze of her crotch before rising to her feet. Instead of making her way to the bathroom in just her panties, she began getting dressed for the day. I was more than impressed, but I also had my own morning pee to let out, and this need won out over my need to watch my beautiful date. As I entered I decided to experiment, again not shutting the door before starting my stream. Not five seconds after I started I heard, “Honestly! Can you please shut that door? I haven’t gone in quite some time!” I was in heaven hearing Anita, my strong-bladdered woman, talk so openly about her need, but I did as she asked and finished my pee with the door firmly shut. When I exited the bathroom Anita was dressed in another of her sharp-looking pantsuits, and she gave me a smirk while wiggling her bum a bit, “You really need to learn some manners when you’re with a lady. Hearing you go makes my bladder very unhappy!” She shook her head at me playfully, then asked me what we should do with our day. I thought about it and suggested sightseeing, since I had never been in this city before. Anita laughed her warm laugh, explaining that she’d been here many times and knew all the sites, so even though it would be boring for her, she would take me around and show them to me. I dressed and we walked to the door, then I stopped and asked, “Aren’t you going to use the toilet before we check out? It looks like you really need it.” “Just because I am very uncomfortable does not mean I need behave like a young girl. I can control myself.” We left and ventured into the city. For someone holding a brimmingly full bladder, Anita was still quite a capable tour guide. Her steps were becoming shorter and her breathing labored at times, but otherwise she just looked like she was feeling some discomfort, not like someone who had been holding her bladder for hours on end. By noon I was ready for lunch, so Anita took me to a nice little pub at the far end of the city. It was 28 hours since her last pee and it had become crystal clear that it was getting very difficult for her to push her need to the back of her mind and focus on anything else. As we were seated I noticed her bladder was swollen to massive proportions, and her pantsuit looked extraordinarily tight, cutting into her quivering abdomen. While we perused the menu I suggested having some fun and ordering beers with our meal, to which Anita replied, “Do you want me to lose my load? I’ve been holding for over a day and you want me to drink more??” Before I could respond, Anita continued, “But I am a lady and my bladder does not control me or my decisions, so yes, I would like to have some beer.” One lunch and two beers each later, Anita was clearly in some serious bladder pain. She was sitting straight up and her knees were pressed together tightly. Between huffs and puffs, she still asked me if I wanted to continue looking around the city, but truthfully I was tired of it, so I told her we could just return home. Anita nodded, took a deep breath in as she rose from her seat, her pee now sitting heavily inside of her, and we went back to the car. I was sure Anita would want to stop on the way home to pee, but amazingly she did not, though when we reached her place at 4 pm I had no doubt she was nearly exploding with pee. The diuretic effects of the beer had taken full effect on Anita, and as she waddled inside, she had no choice but to undo the top button on her pants. There was simply no room left in them to keep them from tearing. A quick look at her now-revealed abdomen showed a bladder that might have been swelled to 3 liters in capacity. Anita had been holding this ponderous load for 32 hours now, and while she clearly NEEDED some relief, her massive, cavernous bladder stayed shut. I followed her in and we sat on her couch and chatted. Another hour and it made 33 for Anita’s bladder. Her skin was now stretched white and she was rocking back and forth in her seat. “Anita, do you still not wish to relieve yourself? You look like you’re about to burst!” I commented honestly. This time Anita admitted, “You are right, I am finally going over my maximum limits. I feel near to exploding, because surely my bladder can’t stretch anymore.” “It’s alright, even people with iron bladders need to pee sometimes.” I told her. “Unfortunately you are right, and it looks like I have reached that point. I need it so badly I can barely think. As much as I try to resist it, I can’t do it any longer. My poor bladder of steel can’t hold it anymore. Would you mind terribly if I went and used my own toilet now?” I looked my beautiful Anita up and down and realized that she was on the absolute verge of an accident, white knuckled, legs shaking and beginning to scissor, face matted with sweat. I nodded that I would have no problem with her finally having a pee, and no sooner had I said that than she bolted up off the sofa and walked hurriedly to her upstairs bathroom. I followed, of course, and was in awe of the fact that even at this extreme level of desperation Anita refused to use her hands to help her hold while she walked. She entered the bathroom, pulled down her unbuttoned pants, sat on the cold, seldom used toilet seat, and relaxed her sphincter muscles and gargantuan bladder for the first time in just over 33 hours. “Ooooooooooooh…..” Anita sighed as the pee stream began to leave her aching bladder. There was no gradual increase in the stream. Clearly Anita was at her limits, because the pee burst out of her with a force. Like a tap on full blast and then some, Anita let loose her flood of pee into the pristine toilet bowl. I couldn’t imagine holding even a sliver of what she was letting out as the pee kept coming with no signs of stopping. After a couple minutes Anita had her wits about her again, though her pee was still going strong, and she apologized to me, “I am sorry you have to see me like this. I am normally a strong and in control woman, not a weak one like now. It’s only been a few minutes and I can already feel myself emptying. I need to practice more. I shouldn’t ever have to find myself in this state.” I hugged her as the pee kept flowing from her, “It’s alright dear. I thought you did a fantastic job controlling your needs.” She looked at me, face full of relief, and asked, “Now that you’ve seen me like this, are you alright with me waiting like this in the future? I do not like peeing, even when it is absolutely necessary.” At this, I smiled widely, “I hope you keep trying to control it even when you’re at your limits.” She nodded and hugged me, still on the toilet and still peeing strongly five full minutes after she’d started, and I knew that my time with Anita would be unforgettable.
  25. First of all, I would like to apologize for the overdue nature of this post. I know that some people were looking for a follow-up to my planned hold attempt sometime this week. I got called in to work the other day, so that ate up a lot of my time, but I was still able to do a hold yesterday and just now got around to getting it all typed up to share. So without any more delays, I'll share my story. I ended up keeping somewhat of a desperation time log to keep everything in order so I could share every little detail. Wednesday, May 27, 2015: I woke up at 5:00am to get ready for a 4 hour shift at work from 6:00-10:00. Nothing too bad, but I made sure to completely empty my bladder. It wasn't a long pee, maybe 15-20 seconds at the most, but it left me feeling empty. I ate a quick breakfast, drank half a bottle of water, and was out the door. Work was uneventful. I sipped water here and there, maybe finishing off a bottle by the time I was clocking out from the stock shift at 10:11. With my parents gone and no one else at home, I slipped on a pair of my slimmer fitting jeans, a comfy white T-shirt, and got myself ready. From this point on, the bathroom was off limits. 11:30 - It had only be five and a half hours since I last used the bathroom, but my bladder was already filling back up. I had downed two bottles by now and kept another half a dozen handy so I could drink that at my leisure. The goal was one bottle per hour. Not that I couldn't handle more, but I didn't want to run out of bottles either. Netflix, YouTube, and this site were what I used to pass the time. My jeans weren't making this easy. With normal pants or boxers, it's rare that I feel any pressure on my bladder, but these jeans... These jeans pressed on it somewhat uncomfortably. 12:45 - Lunchtime came and went. Because I was mainly full of water, I didn't eat much other than a sandwich and some chips. By now, I was having to cross my legs and found myself fidgety. As an only child, I've never had a hard time keeping myself entertained, so I was good at keeping my bladder distracted. Another bottle lay empty on my bed beside the others. My parents wouldn't be home until at least 6:00, so I was more than ready to keep going. 1:40 - Another hour, another bottle. By now I'm lying on my back as I jot down the time, my bladder somewhat full, my legs crossed tightly, my one hand grabbing at my crotch while the other plays around on my phone. I don't dare lay on my stomach. The pressure would be too great. A new YouTube channel keeps me occupied as another bottle is opened. 2:25 - I stupidly moved some stuff around in my room and stir up some dust. Let me tell you what you already know - sneezing with a full bladder is torture. I had to keep a hand clamped tightly on my crotch each time it happened. Apparently my grip wasn't strong enough as a quarter-sized wet spurt appeared on my jeans. Oops... I lay back down and my bladder settled down as well. I've always had restless legs in bed anyway, but this is to the extreme. I'm shifting positions regularly, doing whatever I can to keep my mind off my bladder. I skip the next drink when I literally feel my bladder filling with each passing minute. The struggle is real. 3:32 - My bladder starts to cramp. It's been a long time since I've had to pee this bad. I've done my share of holding contests before, but none of them have ever had so much water intake. Usually I just work with whatever my body naturally decides to produce over the course of the day, so I'm not nearly as accustomed to what I'm putting my bladder through. I'm lying on my side now, knees curled up into the fetal position, one hand never not buried between my legs. The toilet sounds wonderful, but I hold it. I want to prove something to myself. I open another bottle, take a quick swig, but put it down. Just the feeling of the water in my mouth causes my bladder to scream at me. 4:46 - My mom calls and distracts me for at least fifteen minutes. She's always been that way - takes three times as long to tell me something simple. I welcome it today, however, as it keeps my mind off my bladder. The empty bottle count is four - a half empty bottle (half full optimists?) sits on the desk. I down it when I hang up the phone and immediately regret it when my bladder pulses angrily. I've never wet myself from losing control - it's always been by choice. I'd imagine this is what the feeling must be like as the limit to what my bladder can hold grows near. It's been nearly twelve hours. I want to try and make it longer. 5:17 - The pain was nearly unbearable. I went to sit up in bed and my bladder responded by suddenly releasing a baseball size spurt into my jeans. The goal was not to wreck the floor, my bed, or my pants, so I immediately scramble to the bathroom. And when I say scramble, I mean push everything out of the way and claw through the door to get in there as fast as humanely possible! Just seeing the toilet makes another hard wave wrack my bladder and another hot spurt escapes. Flipping up the lid, I rip down my zipper, already peeing before I can even get myself ready, and pull out my dick. I accidentally spray a bit on the wall and some of the bowl before my stream finds its mark in the center, splashing loudly. My head falls back in utter bliss, my knees feel wobbly, my kidneys ache like they've never ached before. The door is still open and the cat has come to investigate the noise now, but I don't care. Frankly, my parents could've come home and seen me standing there, wetting my heart out, and it wouldn't have mattered. I sort of wish know that I had thought to measure my output, but while I can't speak in volume, I can speak in time. From the moment I first started actually peeing into the bowl, I clocked in at 2 minutes and 47 seconds, full stream, only some light dribbles near the end. So yeah, that was my Wednesday. Since then, my bladder's been a bit weak, and I've found myself having to pee much more often than I normally would. I'm not complaining. Give it some time and I might just try this again. Hope you enjoy the read!
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