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  1. 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!
  2. I find site with interesting content https://girls-pee.com/1lbest1/ , also OJHI-150 has 1 liter+ bladders
  3. 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?
  4. 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! ❤️
  5. Mad Bladder

    Monica’s Shame

    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...
  6. 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!
  7. 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)
  8. 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.
  9. Mad Bladder

    Sarah’s Night of Shame

    **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
  10. 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)
  11. ItsKayla

    Bladder pains during holds

    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
  12. 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
  13. Version 1.0.0

    13,636 downloads

    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.

    Free

  14. 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
  15. AceJohnson

    Movie holding challenge

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

    Why do we Enjoy holding?

    I love all aspects of Omorashi but have a particular interest in holding, large bladders and desperation inhave an above average bladder size and an ability to hold for long periods until well beyond what people without a fetish would regard as extremely painful ( i am aware of the physical risks and this is an occasional activity for me) i started thinking earlier why do I particularly enjoy this? Certainly for a Male there is a physiological pleasure caused by the bladder pressing on the prostate, but I also question could this be Regarded almost as a form of self harm? Arguabely anything that causes pain and could have an element of danger could be categorised in that way? each hold that I do leads me to want to increase my volume record- consistently about 1300 to 1400 mls, and I keeping trying to think of a way that I could hold just that bit longer- again I wonder why? I am naturally competitive however!! 🙂 sorry this is a bit ramble and introspective so just wondered what other people thought?
  17. I just wanted to say hello to this amazing community! I've been member here for so many years but I've never had the courage to posteanything myself. In order to contribute this community and hopefully meet nice people to talk about this uncomprehended fetish we all have. I made this during a hold yesterday, I would be grateful to know your oppinion about it. thanks for your time I will post more if people like it J IMG_1208.MOV
  18. View File OHOJHI-82 - JAV Bladder Bulge Display 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. Submitter BudTX Submitted 04/25/2017 Category Female Wetting  
  19. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  20. BladderLad

    malefemale Long slow piss!!

    Taking a very desperate piss!! Contains nudity! This wasn’t even all of it ? hope some of you like 2529A303-8517-48FE-BC6F-E8528DC48B8C.MOV
  21. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  22. From my last hold ?BA9A4936-F96C-4B46-939C-E1B15D33BBFE.MOV A8A4DC7C-F157-45C4-87C4-D7DD6F7C7742.MOV
  23. BladderLad

    Running when desperate?

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

    Indra vs Kira

    I just wanted to give a little introduction to this latest story of mine. It was not written how all my others have been, sitting at my computer and typing away. Rather, this one was written on my phone during bus rides to work over a span of many months. I looked it over and believe there are no plot holes or egregious repeats of words, but if there are, that's the reason for it. After finishing it on my phone, I went onto my computer and typed it all out, which took nearly a week's worth of free time to finish. So I hope everyone enjoys it, because I put in a lot of work to make it happen. Also, if anyone has future story ideas they'd like to see, as long as they involve a bladder of steel or two, be sure to message them to me. I love hearing new ideas. And without further ado, here's Indra vs Kira. Day 1 Growing up as a girl in India, my parents tended to be strict with me on certain issues. My bedtime, meal portions, and most central to this particular story, my bathroom habits. You see, in the area we lived in, sanitary bathrooms were not exactly easy to come by. This problem was doubled by the fact that I was a girl, because while men had no hesitation in whipping it out and taking a leak on a side road, it was considered extremely indecent for me to pop a squat in any but the most enclosed of spaces. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side in this matter, because growing up I had always had a bladder that was, shall we say, below average. That’s probably putting it kindly, as my parents would complain to no end about my lack of control. But whether they tried forbidding bathroom breaks, mandating regular sphincter training, or even messing with liquid intake, it didn’t make a difference. I was just as liable to pee myself no matter what, a fact that brought my parents great shame. I couldn’t deal with the constant embarrassment, and when an opportunity arose for me to escape the situation, I took it. A special exchange program had been set up with some high schools in my district of India and some in the southern United States of America. I graded highly enough in my studies to qualify for the opportunity, and I jumped at the chance. My parents didn’t really question my decision, and I think they realized it would be best for everyone involved. Two weeks later I was a freshman at Houston Area High School in beautiful Texas. All exchange students were set up in college style apartments, and though we were admittedly young to basically be living on our own, we all quickly got the hang of it. An interesting thing happened when I was finally free from the burden of my parents; constant pressure – my bladder control began to improve. At first I thought I was just imagining things, but as my pees became more and more volumous, I had to admit that my bladder actually seemed to be getting bigger. Before long I wasn’t peeing at all during the school day, and after such a long time of hating my weak bladder, I quickly began gaining pride in my new and improved holding tank. Even my classmates began to take notice of how long I was waiting before relieving myself. By my senior year I was a bona fide All Day Girl. My bladder of steel always seemed to have extra room, no matter how much I drank or how long I went without a bathroom break. As my senior year drew to a close, my parents made arrangements to come and visit for the graduation, followed by a trip around the US, as they had never been there before and intended to take it all in. As we chatted on the phone a week prior to the visit, making final preparations, I casually mentioned that I was much better at waiting for bathroom breaks now. Instead of the flood of well wishes I expected to receive for this comment, my mother gave a short laugh, one quickly echoed by my father, and sarcastically told me that that was good. She then changed the subject entirely. It was clear to me that she didn’t believe me in the slightest. When the conversation ended I found myself nearly heartbroken by this… But then my demeanor changed. If they weren’t going to believe me, then the only way to prove it to them would be to show them in person. My graduation took place on a cool Saturday evening at a converted church, of all places. My parents were both in attendance, along with my older sister Kira. Oh Kira, as happy as I was to see my older sister, just now finishing her studies in engineering at a respected Indian university, I couldn’t help but be reminded of how she was the favorite sibling of Mom and Dad. Not only was she admittedly more studious than I and regarded as a much better and more proper Indian woman, but Kira also kept my parents’ favor by way of her iron bladder control. While I was complaining of holding it after mere hours, Kira would be showing no greater sign of needing a toilet than pressing her thighs together, often waiting the better part of a day before seeking relief. I was sure she had kept up with her bladder training while at university, but secretly I hoped my capacity had overtaken hers. I was backstage, waiting for the graduation ceremony to begin, when I peered to the seating area and saw my family choosing a good vantage point from which to spot me. I watched as Kira held the seats while my parents visited the lavatories. While they still prided their daughters on their ability to last without a restroom, age had finally caught up to them in this regard. Kira seemed to be keeping her legs close together, but otherwise looked as calm and frankly as beautiful and perfect as she had years ago when I had seen her last. I had no shame admitting that she was the taller, prettier sister, but hopefully I could now make the case for being the better-bladdered sister. In accordance with my plan to achieve this end, I took another long swig from the water bottle I was carrying with me. Two others sat empty in a waste bin, consumed in the hour since I’d arrived at the church. I’d relieved myself at noon and that was it. Now it was closing in on 7 pm, so I was definitely feeling something building up inside me, but thanks to my newfound status as an All Day Girl, there was no urgency. Finally, at 7, the ceremony began. Truthfully it was overly long and induced severe boredom, both among the graduates and the audience, but it was still a rush to hear the name “Indra Patil” boom over the pa system as I made my way across the stage. I beamed as my family shouted and cheered for me, and that high was enough to sustain me until we were all made free to go at 9 pm. “Indra, darling! That was wonderful!” My mother yelled with delight as she hugged me tight in the lobby. My father was next, more compoased but as happy as I’d ever seen him nonetheless. Big sis gave me a good hug as well, and I was on cloud 9 when my mother suddenly asked, “Do you need to use the bathroom before we leave for the hotel?” I furrowed my brow and replied incredulously, “Isn’t it only a 15 minute ride from here?” “Well yes,” my mom replied, “But I just wanted to make sure you’d be alright. That was a long ceremony, after all, and I know you’re not like Kira. You haven’t gone since the airport back in Mumbai, have you?” Kira shook her head, demurely so as not to embarrass me further, but clearly still proud of her bladder’s lasting ability. I still noticed my sister’s closely held legs and took note that the long hold was taking its toll. While my own bladder was also nagging me due to the three waters I’d chugged down, I made a point to stand with my legs apart as I responded, “It’s ok. I’m not a little girl anymore. I can hold it if I need to. I was actually hoping we could go out to dinner before we hit the hotel.” My father merely shrugged as if to say “your funeral” while my mother regarded me with a look that mixed slight shock with begrudging respect. She then turned to my sister, no doubt aware that Kira had probably been expecting to get free from her long held waters within the hour. “Is that ok with you?” My mother asked her. No mention was made of Kira’s bladder state, but the implication was clear. My mother knew my iron bladdered sister had been holding on for most of the day, and she didn’t want to push the golden goose too far. Tension hung in the air, however, because it was not often that Kira even needed to be consulted about such a matter. But my sister, my perfect, irrepressible sister, just smiled and nodded, “Of course, dinner would be lovely!” Only my well-trained eye saw that her smile was fake. And so we went to a nearby steakhouse for some much needed sustenance. My family was unaccustomed to the Texas cuisine but quickly grew to enjoy it, despite “its lack of anything resembling spice” as my father put it. by the time we’d reached the restaurant those water bottles were definitely wanting to come out of me, but I just handled the increasing pressure and sipped at my medium Coke. I was used to enduring classes with more of an urge than this, so I knew I’d be ok. Kira was also drinking sporadically from her glass of water, but I caught a glimpse of her legs under the table, and they were crossed at the ankles. She was keeping her composure quite well, however, and I wondered briefly if I’d underestimated her bladder capacity. As dinner progressed and Kira’s need didn’t seem to increase, my skepticism in my own bladder returned. Here I was, a confident girl with a bladder that had grown enough to take on all comers in the last couple of years, but as soon as I found myself in the same situation I’d faced so many times as a kid, it was like I reverted back to the state of mind I had all those years ago. Suddenly my brain was telling me that my bladder wasn’t big enough or strong enough to last, especially compared to my ever so perfect big sis. Dinner was finished by 10 and with nothing left to distract me, my bladder felt like a lead weight in my abdomen. At this point I couldn’t tell how much of my urgency was psychological and how much was the 2 plus liters of liquid I’d consumed wanting to escape. As we readied to rise from the table, I was presented with a defining choice. I could admit my need to my parents, follow them dutifully but shamefully to the restrooms and pee to my heart’s content while Kira and her superbladder waited outside. This was the safe option. I’d already lasted longer than any of my family expected, after all. The point had been made to an adequate degree, and maybe, just maybe, I’d held long enough to earn my parents’ respect. Or…I could follow through with my original plan. I could wait longer, and trust that my bladder had enough space and strength in it to last until we reached the hotel. I could prove that my bladder was now a match for Kira. I was on shaky legs as I got up from the table, more from the gravity of the choice in front of me than from my desperation. I glanced over at Kira as she stood. When she thought no one was looking, my sister pressed her legs together hard. It only lasted a second before she went back to standing normally, but I had seen it, and that bit of desperation inspired me. Kira’s bladder was strong, but it wasn’t superhuman. She needed relief at some point too. Perhaps I could last as long. Gritting my teeth to keep from opening my mouth and backing out of my risky decision to continue holding, I followed my family towards the bathrooms. My father entered the men’s room with a grunt, and my mom walked towards the ladies’. When she got to the door she realized that I was not behind her, and turned to ask me, “Aren’t you using the bathroom now dear? You haven’t gone since just before the ceremony.” I nearly just shook my head as a response, but when my mother added that second sentence so naturally, as if it was obvious that I’d peed my tiny bladder empty right before walking on stage because that was surely the only way I’d lasted this long, I couldn’t help but issue a confident retort. “Don’t worry mother. I can wait until I am at a more proper place.” My mother again gave me that look I’d seen so rarely out of her, a mixture of respect and bewilderment, before entering the bathroom to relieve herself. My sister and I stood and made chitchat, both clearly very much in need of the toilets that were now mere feet away, but both continuing to resist them out of pride and good manners. If Kira was impressed with my holding ability thus far she certainly wasn’t showing it. I consoled my ego by telling it that she was clearly just much too desperate to pay me the proper attention. But soon enough our parents returned. Thankful to be spared of more awkwardness, I began to walk out of the restaurant. “Indra, are you sure you don’t also need to go?” My mom asked from behind me. This time I just smiled and shook my head. We arrived at the hotel at 11 at night. 11 hours since I’d seen the inside of a restroom, and probably a few more than that for poor Kira. Despite my sister’s reputation, she was obviously eager to get to our room and free herself from her load of pee. Our room was on the 3rd floor, and when we reached it Kira was the first to enter. She put down her purse on one of the beds while the rest of us entered and quickly made her way into the bathroom situated near the front door. To say she ran in or desperately entered is to do a disservice to Kira’s composure. Her huge bladder is known in my family for a reason, after all. But at the same time, the large amount of urine she was containing clearly needed exit soon, one way or another. My own bladder was beginning to brim with fullness, and I feared that my composure probably didn’t far exceed my sister’s at this moment. I clenched my sphincter hard in anticipation of having to hear Kira’s stream pounding the toilet bowl, and my intuition was correct. There were a few seconds of rustling sounds, followed by a loud hiss as Kira’s piss finally escaped her. My own bladder began to spasm at the sound. It was all I could do to bunch my hands up in my graduation robe and not hold myself openly. I knew that if I did I’d lose all the respect I’d built up with my parents over the course of the night. After perhaps two minutes Kira’s stream dwindled and stopped. It was a piss to remember, and normally I’d be marveling at my sister’s unbelievable bladder capacity. But after my time in America, I was no longer as impressed. In fact, I thought I could take her. Another minute and Kira exited the bathroom, looking truly comfortable for the first time in hours. My father was busy unpacking, but my mother leaned over and told Kira, “It was good of you to wait.” That was about as close as my parents would ever get to addressing someone else’s bladder need, even in private. Kira nodded to her, equal parts confident and delighted to have made her mother happy. Then my sister turned to me, and I saw her smile waver just a bit as she looked me in the eye. In the good old days such a urinary feat would have been met with reverence, respect, and perhaps a tinge of jealousy from me. But as I looked back at her, I knew she saw none of those elements in my visage now. It was time to put the final stage of my plan into action. Casually I walked to the bathroom. My bladder began spasming again with its relief now so near at hand, but I forced myself to continue walking normally. I entered, took off my grad robe, pulled down the skirt I had underneath, then my sliiightly skimpy panties, and released. The whole day of tanking up on drinks had led to this moment, and I hoped it would be worth it. My urine began to hit the water below it, first as a pitter patter, but steadily increasing in volume and strength. 15 seconds into my pee and it sounded nearly like a jet was taking off in the bathroom. Being in such an enclosed space, it was tough to gage how loud my pee was compared to my sister’s, but either way I knew without a doubt that everyone in the bedroom could hear what I was pouring into the toilet. I tried to stop it, but as the waterfall continued to emanate from my vagina, a moan of pleasure escaped my lips. I loved being able to contain so much pee for so long, but when it finally had to come out, the relief was sure worth it. Another minute passed and I felt myself starting to grow empty. Wanting to make this as good a show as possible to my sure to be listening family, I squeezed off my flow until it was a mere trickle. I let that thin stream go on for a good 20 seconds, no problem for my sphincter muscles, even after such a taxing hold, just to let them all think I was about ready to finish up. Then I bore down with everything I had, instantly flushing the rest of my piss out of my stretched bladder and into the bowl. The hiss this produced was extraordinary, as what had to be a half liter of pee was expelled from me in a matter of seconds. Empty at last, I breathed deeply, trying to compose myself. Inside, my mind was a whirlwind, wondering how my family would react to such a display, especially from the supposed runt of the litter, bladder-wise. I quickly pulled my garments back up, heart beating like crazy, washed my hands, and reentered the bedroom. My parents were making a show of busying themselves with unpacking, but I could tell it was a put on. The tension in the room was palpably thick. My newfound bladder capacity was the elephant in the room. As I prepped for bed I saw Kira staring at me. Her face showed concentration, but also something else. Then she nodded slightly and went to change. I pondered that look for an hour as I tried to fall asleep on the hard hotel bed, and finally I figured it out, just before I drifted off to sleep. While I’d intended for my huge piss to be the end of my plan, in reality I’d just thrown the gauntlet down. Kira’s nod was her way of saying, “Ok Indra, my little sister, you want to act like you have the iron bladder in this family. You’ll have to prove it. Consider the challenge accepted.” “Challenge accepted indeed,” I breathed as sleep took its hold on me. Day 2 I awoke the next morning to the sounds of my parents bustling around getting ready for the day. Yawning, I slipped out of bed to begin the arduous process of waking up. Kira had already changed into her clothes for the day and I quickly did the same. Obviously my parents did not have any clothes of mine that still fit, so Kira had generously lent me half of her wardrobe for the vacation. She was skinnier than I, so the jeans shorts I’d chosen were a very tight fit, but it wasn’t like I had much of a choice anyway. By 9 am we were nearly ready to leave, so my parents availed themselves to the facilities one last time. I wondered if my sister and her iron bladder would decide to wait, but she went in right after them to take a hefty morning pee. It was down to me. As Kira’s pee droned on, I contemplated whether I should partake of a morning pee as well. I didn’t really need it, though my bladder certainly had something decent already inside with how much I had drank the previous day. In the end, I decided that if Kira could have a pee then so could I. Better to have it now than to need to stop mere hours into our day. As she came out of the bathroom I slipped in. A quick stare passed between us before I shut the door. My muscles loosened right away when I sat on the toilet, and the feeling of my bladder deflating as my morning pee left it was perhaps even better than it was last night. Clearly my bladder, trained though it was, was happy for the extra relief. We left our hotel and headed out for a day of sightseeing in Houston. As the person who had lived there for the last four years, my parents occasionally asked me for directions or recommendations about where to go next, but for the most part Kira and I were relegated to the role of followers. My parents had been planning this trip meticulously for quite some time, so they had done plenty of research on the places they wanted to visit. With the Texas sun beating down on us, we were all equipped with large water bottles of 1.5 liters each, and they were emptying at an alarming rate. Kira and I wanted to stop to get some real lunch after hours of walking, but my parents allowed us nothing more than a quick stop to refill our water and for them to pee out what they had drank. I was feeling no urge, so waiting was an easy choice. Kira paid the bathroom no mind, window shopping until our parents returned. After more walking, more pictures, and more sights successfully seen, we finally stopped for an extremely late lunch at 3 pm. Kira and I shared a look of exasperated glee at getting the chance to fill our stomachs and rest our feet. I was happy for that look, because it was the first time since last night when both Kira and I were on the same page, as opposed to being bladder rivals. She may have wanted to make my bladder pop to prove a point, and that went both ways, but we were still sisters. We ordered our food, mine coming with a tall lemonade and Kira’s with a large soda, and ate and drank our fill. Both Kira and I made sure to drain our glasses and the refills we were given. It was 4 by the time we finished, which meant neither Kira nor I had visited a bathroom for 7 hours. For an everday girl that would be impressive, but Kira and I possessed bladders that were far from ordinary. Still, I could feel some pee sloshing around in me when I stood up to leave. If Kira felt the same way she showed no sign, standing calmly while our parents peed for the second time on our outing. I caught Kira sizing me up out of the corner of my eye, as if trying to get a gage on my bladder’s condition, so I made sure to stand with my legs farther apart than normal. Upon returning from the restaurant’s washrooms, my mother told us, “You girls have been really good thus far. If either of you get tired, especially you Indra, just let your father and I know and we’ll head back to the hotel.” I read between the lines of my mother’s message to uncover what she was really saying, which was “You two are doing a good job of waiting until we are in a proper place to relieve yourselves. If either of you get desperate, let us know so we can spare you that indecency.” Once again, my mother had recognized that both Kira and I were going all day without a toilet and was giving us an out should we need it. But the fact that she singled me out “especially you Indra”, implying that I would need a bathroom well before Kira, made my blood boil. There was no way I was going to let myself pee if my iron bladdered sister was still holding on. The afternoon passed much as the morning had. Kira and I quickly needed to stop at a water fountain, as our big water bottles were empty for a second time. Kira immediately took a long swig from her bottle, so I followed in kind, after which we filled them right back to the brim. Kira gave me a glance as we rejoined our parents before taking another long drink. Again I followed suit, and that’s when I realized what she was doing. Kira knew I was determined to prove myself and would match her drinking, so she was trying to drink me under the table, so to speak. The confident half of my brain told me that Kira was trying to force an early end to our contest because she was nervous about her continued ability to hold for hours longer; the more reserved half of me was afraid it would work. I forced myself to remain calm. I reminded myself of my bladder’s prowess, thought of all the training that had led to this weekend, and determined once again to hold firm. As the four of us began walking again, I caught Kira’s eye and took a five second chug from my water bottle. Kira’s eyes squinted in annoyance as she drank more as well. With this brand of drinking bravado, Kira and I managed to drain our water bottles dry in only 20 minutes. The effect wasn’t instantaneous, but it was close. By 8 pm it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide my need to pee. My bladder had expanded greatly, going from being tight against those wretched too-small jeans shorts to being nearly suffocated against them. I looked down briefly and realized I could see the roundedness of my bladder bulge begin above the shorts, get right up to the edge of the waistband, and then get pressed inward as the constricting shorts refused to budge. I made an attempt to be discreet and put my hand below the snap of the jeans shorts. Sure enough, my bladder was also protruding out down there, meaning those dreadful shorts were literally pushing my bladder back into itself at the exact apex of its size. My capacity was being restricted at the very time I needed it most. Cautiously, I glanced over at my sister. She was more used to the tighter clothes than I, and in fact was in something similar herself. How was she managing to cope with it while I felt my bladder being squeezed and tormented? Then I saw her trick. Kira had casually unbuttoned the snap of her jeans, letting her gigantic bladder bulge expand as much as it needed to minimize the pressure on it. Though by how large it looked, it must have been a lot of pressure anyway! As I continued to watch my well-practiced sister, I noticed her either turning away slightly or doing something distracting with her hands every time my mother or father would go to speak to her. In this way she was managing to hide her improper attire decision from them. I was clearly watching a master at work. Slowly, while everyone had their back to me, I reached down towards my own button. I almost undid the snap. My bladder was screaming for me to. But I stopped myself. For one thing, while Kira had years of experience doing this, keeping her clothing modifications a secret from our parents, it would be my first time at it, and I didn’t think I could pull it off. If my mother saw me walking around in public with unbuttoned pants even for a second it would undo all the goodwill and respect I had gained in the last 24 hours. I simply couldn’t let that happen. But secondly, that deeper part of my psyche that I had started listening to more and more wanted to keep that snap shut and keep the pressure on. It proved I could hold on despite the circumstances, that my bladder was strong enough to cope with it, and it showed that I was doing something that the proclaimed iron bladder of the family wasn’t daring to do. I felt superior to Kira, and that feeling was far too addictive. I couldn’t undo that button, no matter what my bladder said in protest. And so I suffered silently, putting off my bladder’s needs for pride. My bulbous bladder continued to try and break through that deadly button, but to no avail. It simply grew around it, to the point that the pain was starting to make me a bit queasy. But I had come this far, and even though it hurt I knew my limits were still ahead of me. 9 pm came and finally it was full dark. Reluctantly, my mother made the call to return to the hotel. Inside I was joyous, knowing the torment I was going through would soon be over. But on the outside, I did my best to look calm. I think I succeeded. In past years, my parents would notice my relief at getting to the end of a long journey, and they’d guess correctly that the reason for my emotion was my full and quivering bladder, desperate to be emptied. Inevitably they would shoot me a disapproving glare or make a comment about needing to be stronger. Tonight they paid me no heed. I saw Kira breathe outwardly, probably in relief at not having to contain her load much longer, but I wasn’t sure. I could have been grasping for a sign that she had to go worse than me, because I desperately wanted that to be true. But nothing other than her close steps and the ominous bulge of her abdomen over her tight shorts belied the urgency Kira had to be feeling. I had to admit that my sister was succeeding in living up to her reputation. By the time we reached our hotel at 10 pm, Kira’s steps may have been shorter than when we started to return, but otherwise she was doing a remarkable job of keeping her 13 hour bladder in check. I, on the other hand, was feeling the fullness get to me. I struggled, but I couldn’t help coming off as tense when my father turned to ask me something 10 minutes from the hotel. As he turned back around, Kira gave me a look that said “I know you’re just about done in. I’m winning.” I feared she might very well be right and redoubled my efforts to clamp down on my sphincter. When we got inside, my mother immediately entered the bathroom. My father was waiting at the door for his turn. Kira and I gingerly made our way to our bed to sit and ready ourselves for bed, though she was still managing to come off as pristine as ever, while I seemed to be on the verge of losing what slight control I had. It was only once we began sitting that I reminded myself for the first time in an hour that Kira’s button was undone, while my bladder remained squashed. This information was of little use to me, as I still refused point blank to undo the button, but it gave me the little ray of hope I needed to muster the strength to last until bedtime. That came at 11 pm at the urging of my parents, who reminded both of us that we had a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Indeed we did, a winding, all day bus trip that would land us in Oklahoma City. Kira had no shame in going to use the loo first. I almost, almost cracked and asked to go first, but somehow I resisted. After doing so well, I couldn’t bear to show weakness, even when it was past when my parents would be able to accuse me of being weak. After all, I’d just been 14 hours without a pee, but in my holding delirium, I wanted more. I wanted to stay strong for so much longer, and leave my parents, and especially my steel bladdered sister in awe. For a brief second I considered going to bed unrelieved, but then Kira’s torrent started to hiss from the bathroom, and my bladder spasmed hard enough to make me realize that that was simply not going to be a possibility on this night. And so I clenched my thighs together, willing myself not to start holding my crotch in my presence of my parents, and waited for the interminable splatter to end so that mine could take its place. It was perhaps 3 minutes later when Kira’s massive organ ran dry, and another before she calmly exited the bathroom. While the previous night I had felt confidence mixed with the beginnings of desperation as I went in to follow my sister’s pee, tonight I wanted to let loose so badly I could think of nothing else. I walked in quickly, nearly bumping Kira in the process, which earned a smirk from her, but then I was in the bathroom and the door was shut. Frantically I undid the button of those terrible jeans shorts and threw up the toilet lid. I was milliseconds from bending my knees to sit atop that gorgeous porcelain throne when I stopped. My bladder, which seconds before had been cramping with urge after urge to let go, was suddenly calmer. Not calm, because there was still a heck of a lot of liquids stored up in it, but I no longer felt as though I was on the verge of wetting myself. Even though I could let go in the toilet bowl at any moment I chose, I stood and thought. What changed to make the urge die down so completely when I was SO SURE that I was done in? it wasn’t easy to wrack my brain with liters of hot pee wracking my stretched bladder, but I forced myself to continue waiting. With the inviting toilet bowl staring me in the face, I finally realized what had been so obvious. The shorts! No wonder my bladder was throwing so many spasms against my sphincter as the night wore on. That cursed button had been digging into the very core of my bladder at a time when it needed all the capacity it could muster. Kira had been smart enough to loosen her shorts, but my sick pride prevented me from doing the same to ease my strain. That pride had almost cost me everything…but it hadn’t. I had lasted. As I thought about that more a chill of pleasure ran up my spine. It nearly loosened my sphincter enough to allow a gush on the bathroom floor, but I denied myself even that. I began to ponder my options as I stood there. That little demented part of my mind, the one that seemed to be growing the longer my sisterly contest went, wanted me to walk out of the bathroom unrelieved. I considered it as my bulbous bladder throbbed, but eventually brushed the idea aside. I had to think long term, for there was still plenty of trip left. Another plan soon formed in my mind, and I smiled as I fantasized about its implications. But that was for tomorrow, and tonight, my bladder needed to be emptied of over 14 hours of piss. Dong my best to keep from being eager, I finally lowered onto the toilet seat. One, two, three seconds I waited, still resisting, just to remind my aching bladder of who was in control. Then I relaxed my sphincter and let my body have the pee it had been craving for hours. I was like a tap turned on full, which impressed me greatly. I hoped my family would have similar thoughts, though I knew that at the very least Kira would refrain from showing me. One minute turned to two and my stream continued unabated. My bulge was decreasing but wasn’t flat yet. Instead of being content with my current flow, I bore down with my abdominal muscles, urging my bladder to release even faster. For a moment there was no change, but then my stream seemed to nearly double in width. I could actually feel my piss pushing my peehole wider and wider, which was a crazy rush. After 30 seconds of roaring pee splashing into the toilet, I finally ran dry. Sighing with relief and pleasure, I rubbed my now-flat abdomen and stood up. I pulled the jeans shorts back up, noticing as I snapped the button back into place that they felt looser than they had in hours. Then I washed my hands and went back into our hotel bedroom. Once again I felt the tension in the air upon my return from the bathroom. It was not as bad as the previous day, but it was certainly still present. I had just proved that my pee prowess was no fluke. No one spoke as I flopped down on the bed next to Kira, but it seemed as though everyone wanted to. I busied myself with preparing my belongings for tomorrow, when we would be leaving the hotel to take our bus trip to Oklahoma City. My mom suddenly cleared her throat, “You know, Indra, I must say-“ “Mother, what should I wear tomorrow, do you think?” Kira cut in suddenly, and at once our mother changed her tune to speak on the virtues of the long sleeved shirt. It took me a few moments to realize what had just happened, but it dawned on me that Kira had just stolen my moment. My mom was fully prepared to acknowledge my prodigious bladder capacity in front of the entire family and Kira had instantly stopped her and changed the subject! It wasn’t often the “b” word entered my mind regarding my sister, but in light of her blatant sabotage of my compliment, I felt the word boiling to my lips and had to bite my tongue to keep it back. Any remaining qualms I had about beating Kira’s bladder into submission vanished, and as sleep overtook me that night, all I could think was “This. Means. War.” Day 3 I awoke the following morning with sleepy eyes, an ache in my back, and a very slight protrusion in my abdomen. I wouldn’t call it a bulge, not yet, but it was clear my kidneys had been doing some work during the night. it was probably a bit less than what I’d been holding the previous morning, but was certainly an amount that any sane individual would want to rid themselves of before starting their day. Slowly I pulled myself off the bed and got to work finishing my packing. A quick check of my phone revealed that it was 8 am, so 9 hours had passed since I felt desperate relief the last evening. I carefully selected sweatpants with a stretchy elastic waistband, not wanting to repeat the horrors of the day before, and when I was sure my parents weren’t looking, I deftly slipped off my panties and put them in my bag. The less I had constricting my bladder the better, though this also meant greater risk, because if I let loose a spurt there would be nothing to prevent it from instantly becoming visible on my pants. Kira woke up just as I had finished my wardrobe change, and I noted that she also opted for sweatpants, though she justified it to our parents by talking about wanting to be more comfortable on the bus. By 8:30 we were ready to leave, with both of our parents having just entered the loo to ensure they’d be ok for the start of the ride. On the previous days Kira had shown no shame in peeing first after our holds, but on this day she seemed to be making the distinct point of waiting until I’d gone, standing as far away from the bathroom door as possible as we prepared to leave. I sniggered to myself at this. She would be in for quite a shock. My father had used the toilet first, and when my mother exited after him she kind of gestured with her body language that my sister and I could go in now. Kira continued to stubbornly wait for me, barely even acknowledging that the bathroom was open, and I was about to make her pay for it. “No thanks, Mom, I’m fine thank you. Kira might need it, however. It’ll be a long ride.” I batted my eyes in my sister’s direction as I said the last sentence. I could scarcely believe I’d laid out such a brazen, public challenge to her, especially about such a taboo topic, and I could feel my adrenaline pumping as we stared each other down. Kira paused for a few seconds, wide eyed from my display, but when she replied it was in an even, confident tone, “Oh, of course I’ll be fine. Let’s go!” My father let out a sigh of slight exasperation, perhaps thinking our egos were getting the better of us. But mother beamed with pride, maybe mixed with a bit of fear, but pride nonetheless, at the thought of her two girls being so strong. It looked like she was finally getting used to having two iron bladdered daughters instead of one. And so the four of us paraded out the door, left the hotel, hailed a cab, and reached the bus station by 9, Kira and I both with 10 hours of pee being stoically held by our strong sphincter muscles. After another half hour of wait, during which the four of us casually sipped from our water bottles, the bus arrived, so we piled on. We were in the back half of the bus, with maybe four rows of seats behind us. I sat at the window next to my mother, and on the other side of the aisle Kira sat with our father. The seating was random, but also, perhaps subconsciously, fitting. After all, by taking the window seats, Kira and I were restricting ourselves from having ease of access to the bus lavatory, since we would need to both ask permission and crawl over our parents to reach the loo. It was just subtle psychological warfare between the two of us. Even if this impromptu holding contest wasn’t taking place, both of us would still easily be able to wait for a rest stop. The bus left at 10 am sharp. It was nearly full. Unless people hadn’t filled out the back, only two seats were free from what I could see. And since I had no intention of going back to use the onboard facilities, I obviously had no reason to look to the rear of the bus. The first two hours of the trip passed uneventfully. Kira and I continued to take large gulps from our oversized water bottles while our parents nursed theirs at a much slower pace. By constantly peering over at each other to keep track of the other sister’s progress, we were able to polish off our waters almost simultaneously at 12 pm. Our first rest stop was in half an hour, and I was content to wait until then to refill my water. After all, already there was 1.5 liters of water sloshing through my stomach and making its way to my bladder on top of my morning pee. Such was the same for Kira, but as I snuck a glance at her I saw her make quick eye contact with me. Then she turned to our father and asked for his half full water bottle, claiming to be thirsty. Father gave her a look that seemed to say “Don’t be stupid”, but Kira returned fire with a condescending yet steely glare that meant “Do you realize who you’re talking to?” Father sighed and handed over the bottle. Kira was nice enough not to drain it, but by the time she’d finished sucking water from it, there had to be an 500 ml making its way towards her expanding bladder. Then she handed back the bottle and looked at me mockingly, daring me to do the same. Like I needed the invitation. “Mother, can I please have some of your water? I’m quite thirsty, and as you can see, mine is empty.” I pouted and shook my empty water bottle for effect. My mother’s face began to show fear. Try as she might, it seemed she was still having a hard time adjusting to my new status as “big bladdered daughter number two”. “Are you sure you want it?” she asked me in a low voice. We both knew I wasn’t thirsty and just wanted to prove a point, though I’m sure she didn’t realize the extent of Kira and my holding contest. “Yes,” I replied confidently, “I’m thirsty.” My mother stared at me for a few seconds, waiting for me to crack and take back my request. When I didn’t she sighed, tried to smile to herself a little, and handed over her water bottle. I did my best to drink a comparable amount to Kira, handed it back, and rested my head on the window, waiting for the rest stop. We ended up being late to the rest stop, arriving at 1 pm. I’d noticed my mother sitting rigidly as the clock passed 12:30, but she managed to call upon her reserves of bladder strength and wait. But she was up right away when we stopped, and I knew her bladder was bursting. I, on the other hand, felt comfortable despite 14 hours of pee sitting in my bloating bladder. Kira too gave no sign of needing relief at the stop, and so we both patiently waited our turn and exited the bus. I noticed, as we made our way inside the stop, which was basically a large food court, that Kira and I were the only two women to not immediately head to the restrooms. What I was sure of was that we were the only two that hadn’t gone that morning, as well as the only two with two liters of water coursing through their systems. I decided to take action. “Here, let me fill that back up for you, sis,” I said, grabbing her empty bottle and walking to the water fountain. She made no effort to stop me. Instead, I noticed an odd, thoughtful look on her visage, but dismissed it and began letting the water pour into the bottles, secretly imagining all of it pouring straight into my enormous bladder. I saw my lower stomach growing and growing in my head, and nearly lost myself in the fantasy. When I recovered, both water bottles were brimming with bladder torturing liquid. I took them and turned to find Kira, but my sister was right behind me already. She was holding up two half liter bottles of cranberry juice. “I’m tired of just water. I think we should mix things up,” she said with a mischievous grin, trading me one water bottle for one cranberry juice bottle, giving us both an additional two liters of fluid to suck down and hold on to. It was certainly a lot of liquid, but I didn’t flinch, accepting the bottle and following her back to the bus, having found no relief at the so-called rest stop. We sat back down in our respective seats and Kira instantly began sipping at her refilled water. Refusing to be outdone, I did the same, and by the time the bus was ready to leave, we had both drained another half liter each. Our parents were beside us again, so talk was kept to a minimum, but from the glances my mother was giving to both of us, it was clear she was having trouble reconciling her joy in our bathroom etiquette with her fear of us losing it on the bus. I just smiled wanly. By 2:30 I decided to crack open my cranberry juice. Personally I wasn’t a big fan of the stuff, finding it rather bitter. Before touching it to my lips, I thought back and remembered that Kira wasn’t much of a cranberry juice drinker either. So why now? On a whim I began to read the label, my eyes scrolling down through the listing of ingredients and nutrients. I was about to shrug and take a swig when I saw it. ‘Can act as a mild diuretic.’ Now I was intrigued. Why would Kira pick this drink in particular? Was it chance, or did she know of cranberry juice’s diuretic properties? And if she did, why would she get it, knowing full well that she would also have to endure the extra pee flooding into her well trained bladder? I sat and contemplated this, then came up with the answer. Kira was trying the same strategy she’d used the previous day. She was trying to push the liquids to a great degree, betting that her ability to wait at full capacity would outlast my own. Surely the way yesterday ended had given her hope for this strategy, as it was I who was the more obviously desperate of the two when we finally reached the hotel in the evening. I’m sure she figured if she kicked the fluids up one more notch with the diuretic-laden drink, I would have no choice but to fold. However, she had overlooked one very important point. I hadn’t nearly lost my load yesterday because of the large quantities of water I consumed in the afternoon, but rather due to the unbearable tightness of her tiny jeans shorts pressed right on my full bladder. With both of us clad in comfy sweatpants on the air conditioned bus, this would be a nonissue for me. I was determined to hold out, no matter the stakes. With a grin to myself, I threw back my head and consumed the entire bottle of cranberry juice at once, sighing loudly enough upon completion to alert Kira to what I had just done. Her eyes went wide for a moment when she saw the empty bottle in front of me, but then she began to snicker. She did not, as I had expected, instantly chug her bottle in return, instead merely popping off the cap and taking a single sip. I steeled myself. So that was her game. She was playing dirty now. If she kept up her current pace, her cranberry juice would take over an hour to be finished, while I was now fully laden with the diuretic laced juice. My bladder would end up being pumped with a larger quantity of pee than hers. I was slowly realizing that perhaps she wanted more than just to win a fair contest with me. Perhaps she wanted me to embarrass myself in front of my family, to piss myself in shame on the bus ride for even having the gall to challenge her in this endeavor. Well, if that was her game, I was more than willing to play it. Ii knew my abilities, and I reckoned I could still handle myself and my sure to be bulging bladder. It was 4 pm by the time Kira finished the last of her cranberry juice. With 17 hours separating her from her last trip to the toilet, she looked the picture of casual calm. Hands pressed into her lap, true, but I didn’t doubt that my iron bladdered sister still had plenty of room and will to hold on. On the outside I also appeared ok. Maybe I was a bit tenser than she, but only slightly. Well, there was one outward sign of my need to pee, if we’re being honest. My bladder had started ballooning around 3:30 and only recently stopped growing at such a quick rate. I was thankful that the cranberry juice wasn’t as bad as a full blown diuretic pill, otherwise I’d probably be nearing my limit. But as I gently palmed the lump that was even slightly visible under my sweatshirt, I knew the juice had still affected me. We had another rest stop at 4:30, this one lasting until 6 so that we could all eat a real dinner. Considering all my family had had by this point in the day was some random snacks on the bus, we were quite happy for the stop. Though part of me was disappointed that my increasing hunger would no longer be there in the pit of my stomach to distract me from the throb of my bladder. I stood carefully to follow my mother off the bus. I peeked to my right and saw Kira stand, wince, and put her legs closer together before gingerly exiting after me. The diuretic had finally started to hit her as well. She probably hadn’t realized how full she’d gotten until she stood up, whereas I was used to the increased pressure thanks to finishing my cranberry juice well before her. Of course, I knew my sister’s bladder was still plenty strong and figured she’d be able to rebound from this setback soon enough. I, on the other hand, would in all likelihood be faced with having to control a weakening sphincter muscle before she would, since I was facing the pressure for a longer period of time. That thought sent a chill up my spine, but my heart began to beat faster as I noted that it was a chill of pleasure, not fear. This rest stop, near the Texas-Oklahoma border, featured a sit down restaurant proclaiming itself to be “The last true Italian food before Oklahoma”. I tried to stifle a laugh at how absurd that sounded and entered the restaurant. Thankfully we were allowed to seat ourselves, meaning our parents could immediately scurry off to relieve themselves once more. That left Kira and I at the table. I could tell she was smoldering at my insistence to continue holding as long as she did. I had just turned my glance away from her when she piped up, “You’ll never manage to outhold me, you know.” My jaw dropped at my sister’s blatant acknowledgement of our contest. Even though it was clearly happening, it still took getting used to to be talking about it. Not waiting any longer for my reply, Kira continued, “You couldn’t beat me growing up and you certainly can’t now. I don’t know who you’re trying to impress. Mom KNOWS that I’m the bladder queen of this family, and that’s not changing no matter how much you try. I know you can’t hold as much as me, and I know you can’t hold as long as I can. Indra, you should just give up now and spare yourself the embarrassment of having to use the bus toilet.” It took me a moment to recover from her outburst, but I shot back, “Oh yeah? Well ever since I moved to Texas my bladder has been getting bigger and bigger. Throw all the tricks at me you want, I can hold it.” “Please,” Kira responded with a smirk, “You nearly lost it last night. Another hour of walking and you would have peed yourself. I would have been fine. In fact, I’m still fine, while you’re probably sitting over there with a bursting fanny.” The venom in her words jolted me. It made me realize just how much Kira valued having the biggest, strongest, longest lasting bladder in the family. But this knowledge didn’t make me take pity on her for even attempting to unseat her. It just made me want to push her, and me, further. I was busy thinking these thoughts and Kira became impatient. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself??” I gave her a blank stare as I asked her, “How far are you willing to go?” Before she could answer, I flagged down a passing waiter. “Two iced teas please.” The dinner was fantastic. I promised never to doubt the true Italian tastes of North Texas ever again as the final bite of pasta entered my mouth. Kira and I had both finished our iced teas within minutes of our parents returning from the restrooms, so of course that meant we needed refills. I figured that would be all the drinking we’d need for now, but Kira was intent on following through with her plan to drink me under the table. As our waiter collected our dirty plates, Kira motioned to him. “Sir? I’m ever so sorry to bother you, but would you mind topping off my water bottle?” Not waiting for a reply, Kira took out her water, still one liter full, and chugged down half of it. I could hear my mother audibly gulping as the waiter then filled it with a liter of water to make it full once more. All eyes turned to me, everyone knowing what was coming. Kira was mouthing “Give up Indra” over and over, but she wouldn’t be winning this contest this easily. I took out my own 1.5 liter bottle, pressed it to my lips and didn’t lower it until the water level was at the same spot it was in Kira’s bottle. “Mine as well please.” I gave the waiter my sweetest smile to make up for the fact that he had to go and get another pitcher before he could fulfill my request. After all, it isn’t often girls ask for an extra two liters of water after a meal with multiple iced teas each. Our parents rose from the table. It was nearly 6, so we needed to get back on the bus. My mother was sweating, caught between wanting to say something about the condition of her daughters’ bladders and being restricted by her culture and upbringing. Finally she squeaked out, “Are you girls ready to leave?” Kira and I briefly stared each other down. She was doing a pristine job of maintaining her composure and hiding her need, built up by 4.5 liters of drinks and nearly 19 hours since her last pee. Her hands were in her lap and her legs were crossed and jiggling slightly, but her face remained calm as she replied, “Oh mother, I’m as comfortable as ever. Let’s get back on that bus.” My mother turned her gaze to me. “Indra?” Despite the telltale ache my bladder was now experiencing, and I lieu of the fact that it was packed solid with piss, round and hard in my abdomen, I took no more than a second before answering, “Why, I’ve never felt better. To the bus!” I caught Kira’s face nearly snarling in my direction as we made our way back to finish our trip. The bus pulled back onto the road. We were right on schedule and were due to arrive in Oklahoma City at 9 pm sharp. By 7 pm I was regretting the fact that we didn’t take a higher quality bus, as my bladder was expanding to even greater proportions and I desperately wanted to be able to lie back and give it room, rather than having to stay crunched up in the tiny seat. And I could tell that Kira, for all her bluster and outward confidence, was also feeling the strain. She was sitting straight up, sometimes moving her legs up and down, sometimes banging her hand on her thighs to keep herself distracted, but never looking fully calm. Both of us, however, remained in control, leak free and in firm command of our sphincters. The bus drove on. As 7 pm turned to 8, my bladder swelled to the size of a small cantaloupe. Kira was shifting her legs uncomfortably in her seat, the pee pressure clearly getting to her. But my father made no move to let her up to get to the toilet, and in any case Kira wouldn’t have bothered. She was holding with determination, as she better have been after her harsh words at dinner. But I didn’t feel much better. I was reaching what I felt to be my maximum capacity, my bladder hurting more with every additional millimeter of bulging. Still, the two of us continued to assault our poor, aching sphincters by drinking from our water bottles. There was no more chugging, we were both too full for that, but every five minutes or so we would alternate moderate sips. There was no stopping our insane holding game. Our bladders would just have to enlarge further, hurt more, and stretch to contain what we demanded of them. It seemed defeat was not an option for either of us. My legs had begun to softly scissor inward and out. The desire to release was becoming too strong to ignore without movement, and even then it was eating away at my will. I saw Kira begin to bob her knees up and down and redoubled my holding efforts, knowing we were both feeling the same strain, determined not to crack first. Somehow, both of us played Russian roulette with our bladders and came away unscathed, as the bus rolled into its station in Oklahoma City at 8:45 and neither Kira nor I had suffered even the most remote of leakage. It was clear to anyone who looked upon us that we were two young adult girls in dire need of a bathroom break, wee bursting to escape, but still we suppressed our bodily urges. On shaky legs I rose to exit the bus, and Kira followed after cupping her expansive bladder with her hands. Once we were out it was merely a 10 minute walk to our hotel and the freedom our pent up pee was so desperately desiring. “Are you two ok?” our mother asked us as we began the short walk. I whispered out “Of course mother,” while Kira could only nod and grimace. A particularly hard bladder spasm was wracking her beautiful slim figure, and it was taking what appeared to be a great deal of concentration and muscle control to fight it off. The walk was slow going but Kira and I pushed ourselves to our limits in an effort to appear unaffected by the quantities of piss pushing us to release our bladders all over the sidewalk. Our hands curled into fists, we both forced our backs straight, wincing mightily as the urge to let loose our torrents doubled in intensity. We both sported large pudges growing over the waistbands of our sweatpants. Had we been wearing Kira’s tiny shorts from the previous day, we might have been done in, even with our massive resolve and bladders. But thankfully our bladders were able to stretch as much as necessary to contain our immense floods, if only just. Finally the hotel was in sight. Kira gasped as she held it in in the face of yet another bladder spasm. I was taking ever smaller steps as we entered the hotel lobby, shaking legs pressed together as discreetly as possible. We all approached the counter and my mother began the process of checking in for the night. I looked to my right and saw Kira fighting with everything she had to remain still in front of the hotel employee at the desk, and with a groan I followed her example. But the check in began to drag on, and after two minutes I heard Kira take a sharp intake of breath and begin to fidget, clearly willing herself not to grasp her crotch for everything she was worth. For a moment I felt superior. Then I noticed that I had been unconsciously wiggling my legs for the past minute. Both of us were gagging for a toilet, two desperate young women holding back 22 hours of pee in our overstretched piss containers. It had to come out soon, one way or another. We were both pee dancing on the spot. For the first time I noticed Kira give me a worried look. The iron bladder of the family herself was close to breaking. Then the clerk handed my mother two hotel room keys and we were off, all thoughts of wetting on the floor of the lobby forgotten for the both of us as we walked quickly to the elevator. The movement gave me back some semblance of control, however slight, and I felt that Kira got the same effect from it. In any case her constant hitching of breath as she fought through spasm after spasm had stopped. The elevator took us to the top floor, and we walked desperately down the entire hall before reaching our room door at the very end of it. Mother inserted her key card while I kept myself from spurting at the thought of being so near a bathroom at last. But as she turned the handle, a new thought struck me with horror. Who would go first? Surely it would have to be Kira, as in my intensely prideful state I felt I would rather wet than pee before her. But that meant I would have to hold on for at least 5 long, painful bladder busting minutes before getting the opportunity to gain my relief. I didn’t know if I could make it that long, not with the toilet so close, not while listening to Kira piss out Niagara Falls. With bated breath I entered. The room was huge. For a split second all thoughts of pee pain left my head as I marveled at the size of our hotel room. “Sorry it took so long,” my mother was saying beside me, though it was difficult to concentrate on her voice, “I had us upgraded to the suite.” Momentarily I wondered why my frugal, penny pinching mother would voluntarily pay more money for an albeit bigger room, but then all that went to the wayside as I saw another perk of the room size – it had two bathrooms. Instantly Kira hobbled into the bathroom nearest the hotel door, while I raced to the one on the far side of the room. I heard her door shut with a thud and mine followed seconds later. My sweatpants were somehow tight to my body, such was the distension of my bulging bladder. I yanked them down frantically, crossed my legs for one second to regain full control and admire the cannonball in my abdomen, and then rushed to the toilet. My gusher began as soon as I was seated. 22 hours of piss streamed out of me with crazy force. That damn cranberry juice had nearly done me in, heck it had nearly done in Kira, the mastermind herself, yet we both survived. I could hear Kira’s massive gush faintly through the door, but by bearing down even harder on my own stream I managed to drown it out. I had always been good at peeing with force once I’d become a competent holder, but my current flood outstripped even the ones I had made in the past few days. I was well and truly bursting. I wiped matted hair out of my face as my pee continued into its second minute unabated. My mind fought through wave after wave of pee pleasure to think about Kira and the ridiculous levels this challenge had now reached. 22 hours without a single pee break was crazy, even for a well-trained Indian girl such as her. Or such as me. I wasn’t sure if we could push the limits any further to really find a winner in this contest of bladder capacity. Even with a milk diuretic we both lasted a full day. With despair I noted that this trip would be over soon. We had another bus ride to Albaquerque tomorrow, and the next morning we’d be heading to the Albaquerque airport, where my mother, father, and Kira would fly back to India and I would fly back to Houston. I didn’t think there was enough time left to resolve things, one way or another. Even as my pee began to slow down in its fourth minute, I sat and pondered the fact that Kira and I were seemingly too good at holding it to decide upon a winner. My trickle finally ground to a halt seconds before the fifth minute began, and when it did I suddenly got one last, risky plan. It was ridiculous, so much in fact that I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it, let alone Kira. But dammit, at the risk of total embarrassment, of biting off way more than I could chew, and of pushing my bladder into very uncharted waters, I promised myself I would see it through to the end, for better or worse. And besides, my plan was crazy enough that it just might work, and that was enough for me. With a jolt I heard my father banging on the bathroom door, and I surmised that I’d been inside for an additional five minutes, going through my desperate plan over and over. Haphazardly, I apologized, rinsed my hands, and exited. My father gruffly entered, and I found myself alone in what appeared to be a combination bedroom and living room with one gigantic bed. I saw the other bathroom door was still shut, and I guessed that my mom was inside it, but then where was Kira? I turned all the way around and noted a door I hadn’t seen before in my rush for a toilet, hidden away just to the right of the bathroom that I had used. I turned the handle, opened it, went inside, and came face to face with two more beds, these ones smaller but still impressive. Kira was busy making hers, her back to me. Sensing my presence, she said to me, without looking over her shoulder, “You know this is hopeless, right? Try it again tomorrow for all I care. I’m used to this. I’ll last longer on my shortest hold than you ever could on your longest. Face it sis, I’ve got the iron bladder, and you…well you just don’t, ok? It doesn’t make you less of a woman, well, TOO much less of a woman, it just makes you like everyone else.” My eyes blazed like fire for a moment at her words, but then I lay into the bed opposite Kira’s and became unspeakably tired. All the holding of the past day had worn me out. All I mustered in reply was, “You’ll have to try harder than this,” before my heavy eye lids shut themselves. And as I began drifting off to sleep, I made one final revelation. Our mother said she had purposely upgraded us to the suite. Now I knew why. She knew how close Kira and I’s bladders were to their breaking points when we reached the hotel, and she didn’t want one of us to have to disgrace ourselves waiting for the toilet in the room. So she’d gotten us the largest room, the only one in the hotel with multiple bathrooms, to save us from ourselves. The last words on my lips before the sandman took his nightly hold of me were “I don’t want to be saved.” Day 4 I awoke to the sound of Kira getting dressed. In preparation for the bus ride to come, she had once again opted for sweatpants and a large t-shirt. Instinctively my hands reached for my bladder, and I was pleased to discover a small hardness, but nothing more. I was relieved that the cranberry juice from the day before hadn’t continued to work on my kidneys through the night. I’d need every bit of bladder capacity I could muster for what lay ahead. I clenched my sphincter a few times, testing it, and was delighted by the results. I was able to clamp down as hard as ever, my bladder showing basically no ill effects from the previous day’s bursting hold. This was good. This gave me a chance. Kira noticed that I was awake, and instantly her trash talk from the last night continued. “Aww, finally awake there Indra? Did that long hold tire you out? I still haven’t taken a pee this morning, and isn’t that your big bad plan? Get Kira to skip her morning pee, because obviously that worked out so well for you yesterday.” All I had time for was, “Don’t’ go before we leave,” before she cut me off and continued, “Of course I won’t go before we leave. If you wanna lose the hard way, so be it. But do you actually think skipping my morning pee is anything new or difficult for me? Back when I was a senior in high school, I didn’t take a morning pee for 8 months, from day one until graduation. I got my diploma with a darn fuller bladder than you had at yours. I’ve done this more than you know, and when I go back to India I guarantee you, Indra, that I’ll still be the owner of the biggest, strongest, and best bladder in this family.” I began getting dressed as she finished her rant. My normally composed sister was anything but. I knew I was in for a serious fight now that I was encroaching on her territory, staking my name to her big bladdered crown, but I had never been more prepared, both mentally and physically, for anything in my entire life. That much I knew. “We’ll find out if you’re right,” was all I said as I readied myself to leave the room. Kira could only huff and follow. The clock on the far wall of the main room read 7:30. I was surprised it was so early, but then again I had crashed to sleep as soon as we had gotten in and my pressing pee had gotten out, so I was certainly well rested. Our parents were already getting their things in order, and by 7:45 we were ready to leave the hotel. Our bus didn’t depart until noon, so we had some time to relax and see the sights of Oklahoma City. Both of them popped into the separate bathroom stalls for one final pee, and when they exited my mother wore that look of agitation mixed with pride that I was getting to know so well. She gave a half gesture to Kira and I in the direction of the open bathroom doors, and without even a glance at each other we both shook our heads. The battle was well and truly on. Mother almost gave a grimace, sighed to herself after a brief pause, then spoke, “Forgive me, girls. I should remember how grown up you both are.” She emphasized the word ‘both’, which brought a wry smile to my lips. ‘If you only knew how grown up we were going to prove ourselves to be before this trip ends,’ I thought to myself. Then we were out the door, checked out of the hotel, and on our way to the center of the city, and already nearly 11 hours separated Kira and I from our last lavatory visits. We found out one thing in the four hours we had to kill – Oklahoma City is a boring place. Maybe it was just that my focus was on other, more exciting things, but the time seemed to drag. Kira and I each emptied our water bottles and refilled them, along with consuming a cup of coffee and a glass of juice each at breakfast. The additional liquids bothered us not. By this point in the journey, we both knew the other possessed some serious holding power. Finally the time came to board the bus. We had reached the station a bit early to give our parents a chance to pee one last time before the ride. Kira and I simply waited outside the restrooms for them. The station was packed and the flow of women in and out of the ladies’ room was constant. As the two of us stood outside it, regarding ourselves as above needing the relief it offered, we overheard one skinny blonde, probably in her mid 30s, say to a man I presumed was her husband, “Look at those girls. Over there. Girls these days think they all have bladders of steel. I guarantee you they’ll regret just standing there in two hours time.” The man just nodded. Kira gave her sassy smirk, while I chuckled to myself. We might end up regretting it, but it would definitely take longer than two hours. This became funnier to me when I considered that it had already been nearly 15 hours since we’d last gotten relief. Despite the crush of people, the four of us found ourselves among the first ones on our bus. Kira gave me a look, then announced to my parents, “Indra and I are gonna take the seats in the back.” They nodded dumbly, as did I, surprised my sister wanted to sit with me but not really feeling unhappy about it. When we reached the seats I quickly realized the psychological ploy Kira was going for. These seats were positioned right next to the bus’s onboard lavatory, meaning that not only would we both constantly be afforded a reminder of our plight as well as an easy way to end our bladder pain, but we’d have to listen to the continuous trickle of passengers emptying their bladders while ours stayed full. Without missing a beat, Kira took the window seat, mentioning with an airy casualness, “I’ll sit here, so you don’t have to climb over me to pee. I, of course, will not be needing to do that on this bus. I can hold it. In fact, I can hold it even though it’s been over half a day since I wasn’t holding it. Grown women can do that, you know.” “I know how long it’s been, sister. And it’ll be much longer before I’ll have to do such an unwomanly thing as relieve myself, so I hope you’re in it for the long haul.” I sat down next to her after finishing my retort, legs intentionally open to show the ease of my current sublime bladder control. Inwardly I was proud of my response. I’d always wanted to be able to say things like that, just as Kira did, to offhandedly brag about my holding capacity, but until recently my bladder had never been big enough to actually allow me to do so. While I clearly needed practice, I thought I was getting better. The bus left at 12:10, maneuvering through the city streets and quickly joining up with the highway. The late start was attributed to the fact that this bus was jam packed with people, and many of them had decided to be stragglers. They clearly hadn’t expected such a crowded bus station to walk through, or perhaps they didn’t think the lines for the restrooms would be quiiite as long as they were. I smiled to myself at the knowledge that that was never a problem for me anymore. Within the first half hour of the ride a woman of perhaps 45 cursed, “Oh, blast it!” and rose from her seat. She hobbled down the aisle, keeping one hand on her thigh, mere inches from her crotch. With some manner of franticness she opened the bus bathroom stall and entered. Kira and I, being situated so close to the bathroom, could easily hear the woman’s stream, which started out impressively before dying down into a normal 30 second pee. “Not even enough to put a dent into my bladder.” I heard myself say as she returned to her seat. I was a bit surprised to be talking about someone else’s bladder in public like that, especially so brazenly, but I found that I quite liked hearing the words come off my tongue. Kira gave a short laugh and responded, “She could pee ten times before I’d have to go once.” By 1 pm I noticed that neither Kira nor I had consumed more than some token sips from our 1.5 liter water bottles. Feeling that my bladder was still quite in control, I decided to make up a game to increase our intake and, over the long term, decrease that very control we both coveted so highly. “Hey sis, how about a drinking game,” I suggested. Kira snapped to a half-hearted attention, moving her eyes from the window to me. “What do you have in mind?” she asked lazily. She asked it in the way one does when regarding a child’s poorly thought out request and not having the patience to give it some fake enthusiasm. Undeterred, I continued, “I’ll bet you that my side of the bus (I gestured to all the seats on the right half of the aisle) has better bladder control than your side (I motioned to everyone left of the aisle). We’ll keep track. Every time someone from my half goes to the bathroom, I’ll take a big drink of water, and every time someone from your half goes, you drink.” Kira’s eyes lit up at the idea, though she did her best to put on a bored face as she replied, “Well, ok, it’ll get me through this bus ride at least. But when you forfeit and pee, you still count for your side, so I expect you to drink when you come back.” I just smiled, “Deal.” By 3 pm it was clear that, despite her best efforts, my sister couldn’t keep from showing her excitement at my game. Her competitive nature had taken over, combined with her obsession to have a larger bladder than all those around her. Another person, this time a teenage girl who couldn’t possibly have been older than me, left her seat and went towards the lavatory. Kira fist pumped. I sighed. The girl was on my side. I would have to drink. I swigged from my water bottle, noting how much lighter it was now than when we’d begun this game. I reckoned I had already consumed a liter of it, while Kira had probably had no more than a third of that. Setting down my bottle, I turned to her as she began her trash talk, “Damn, Indra, this this was a better idea than I gave you credit for. You’re gonna lose both your pee and the game before the first rest stop, and I didn’t even have to do a thing to goad you on!” We both knew she was exaggerating. After the last few days together Kira had to know I wouldn’t break so easily. Still, there was no doubt as I felt the fullness of my abdomen that I was in worse shape than her. She was still as jovial as ever, even with 18 hours of pee sitting in her gigantic bladder. My spur of the moment idea was backfiring in my face. Suddenly, in the next ten minutes my luck changed. A parade of people began to filter in and out of the onboard toilet, and all of them were from Kira’s side! My sister began grumbling about how stupid of a game this really was as she was forced to chug her drink until it was level with mine. Still, she did no more than cross her legs until we pulled into our rest stop at 4 pm. With 19 hours of pee in our bladders, Kira and I ignored the women’s toilets and headed straight for the water fountains. As soon as we had refilled our giant water bottles, Kira noticed something. Nearly everyone on our bus had entered the restrooms. “How do you wanna factor that into our game?” I asked. Kira shrugged and turned her newly full bottle to her lips, her throat working overtime to swallow as much as possible. I followed her lead, the two of us chugging and keeping eye contact, determined not to quit before the other. 45 seconds later, we both succeeded. Our stomachs were heavy and waterlogged, but the 1.5 liter bottles were empty again. We couldn’t have that, obviously, so we filled them up one more time, grabbed some food to eat on the bus, and returned to our seats, both knowing our bladders would soon be feeling the effects of that rash decision. Time seemed to pass more slowly after the rest stop. Kira was still giving me the occasional comment about her bladder’s infinite strength relative to mine, but for the most part we sat in near silence, both waiting for our bladders to reach their bursting points. The two of us sat next to the bathroom, both needing it badly but neither giving in. Our abdomens were bulged out far past anything that could be considered normal, yet there we sat, pretending we hadn’t a care in the world. And besides our crossed legs and sometimes strained facial expressions, one could have still looked at us and not known we were bursting of the pot. Thankfully our game had slowed down as well, with so many people having relieved themselves at the stop. Over the final couple of hours of the ride, Kira and I did our best to remain unmoving, unchanging against the ever increasing tides lapping against our bladder walls. Our piss tanks continued to swell, to the point that we now both looked positively massive in that region. Kira squirmed in her seat every now and then, while I was busy doing Kegals to remain in firm control of the river I was containing. We’d both ended up consuming an additional liter of water each in the course of playing our bus bathroom game, and I could tell from the look in Kira’s eyes on her last few drinks that she didn’t know where she was going to be able to put this excess liquid. With no diuretic hampering me this time, I knew I’d be good to last to our hotel, even if it was a struggle. And at 9 pm, exactly 24 long, arduous hours since either of us had felt any relief, the bus pulled into the Albaquerque bus station. Kira and I took one last, longing look at the bus toilet before exiting gingerly to the sidewalk. We met up with our parents and decided to hail a cab to our hotel. I could see mother giving note to our heavily swollen abdomens and our feeble attempts to stand straight while walking, but she said nothing as we entered the cab. 15 minutes later we were in the hotel. Thankfully, despite our bursting conditions, Kira and I both showed much more self-control in the lobby this time around. We looked around with nonchalance, only giving away the severity of our bladder agony by placing our hands protectively under our giant, fragile bulges and perhaps clicking our heels and moving our feet a bit much for girls who only had to wait at check-in for a minute or two. Realizing we had much better control of ourselves on this night, our mother opted for the usual small, one bathroom hotel room. On legs that were just beginning to get shaky, Kira and I walked into our room. Both of us sat defiantly on our bed, neither making a move for the toilet. Our parents both paused briefly to give us a chance to change our minds, but when we continued to sit, my mother darted in to relieve herself. Father followed, but Kira and I did not. After unpacking a little, our father ordered the family some food to be delivered, then sat and turned on the TV to watch with mother. Kira and I made as if we were also paying attention to the screen, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Our bladders were like bowling balls in our stomachs, and keeping them full and intact was all either of us cared about at the moment. The food arrived and we all ate, then my parents retired to bed, done in from the constant traveling, after one final look from my mother to her badly bursting, nearly exploding daughters. I saw the clock once the snores began to rise from my parent’s bed, and it said 10 pm. 25 hours had now passed since Kira or I had even seen the inside of a bathroom, let alone use a toilet. It was like we were trying to live without admitting that a need to pee is a need that everyone, even well-trained girls with enormous bladders, must give in to eventually. Kira also noticed that our parents were asleep, so she was able to speak about our conditions freely, “Ok, admit it, Indra, you’ve failed. Once again, you only ended up holding as long as I have. You can’t last any longer, I mean really, look at that melon you’ve got in your gut! I know you have to let it out. It’s been over a day now. Why don’t you just admit you can’t defeat me, take a piss, let me take my piss, and we can go to sleep? I can go on being the iron bladder of this family, and you can go on being second best.” At this I smiled. “What’s so funny?!” Kira asked, louder than she intended due to her state of bladder distress. “This waiting game isn’t over yet,” I said to her, my eyes twinkling. “What are you talking about?” Kira questioned, “It’s been (she swiveled to look at the clock)….25 hours since we’ve peed! What do you mean it’s not over? We’re here, we’re in our hotel room. Of course it’s over. It’s just a question of who goes first. And that’s you. A tie always goes to the champion, and I most certainly am the bladder champion around here.” My grin grew wider, “Well, Kira, I’m not going. I don’t care how big the lump in my abdomen gets, I’m not gonna pee tonight.” Now Kira’s eyes got wide as she understood what I was saying. “You mean…” she started, before I cut her off, “That’s right. If you want to give in and pee now, surrendering your title, that’s fine. Be my guest. But not a drop is coming out of me until tomorrow.” Kira’s voice cracked as she responded, “You’ll never make it! You’ll wet yourself in your sleep and disgrace the entire family! What will mom and dad say after that??” “I can do it,” I told her, “and I’m going to. I’ve slept full before and I can do it again. So go, pee if you must, but that makes me the winner.” Kira was silent for a few seconds, clearly raging on the inside. She was now fighting both her incessant urge to pee and the idea of coping with a new challenge. My sister’s sights had been set on relief once we entered the hotel room, but from last night onward I knew the only way to win this would be to forgo my evening pee on this night, even if I was already 25 hours full. Finally Kira broke her silence. “Alright,” she almost spat the words at me, “I can go to bed without a pee too. It’s no problem for me, really. You’ll see. You’ll end up with a nice big wet patch under you while my side of this bed will be bone dry!” I smiled and nodded with fake good-naturedness, then got under the covers and prepared myself for sleep, bursting bladder and all. Kira grumbled, grumbled some more, hemmed, hawed, and finally got into bed with me. Her legs were moving restlessly as she fought with her sphincter to remain in control of the mass of water she was holding. My own need was something more than a pleasurable ache, but I hadn’t been lying when I said I’d managed to sleep full before. I had done that many times in Houston. I just hadn’t been this full. Or full for this long. But I was prepared to risk it all, and this was certainly a heck of a risk to take. Slowly, it took perhaps a half an hour, my mind drifted off to sleep, even as my pee raged inside my bladder. My last conscious thought was that I could still hear rustling in the sheets beside me. Kira was still having problems. Day 5 I awoke with a jolt at 7 am the next morning. Immediately I had to reach down and clutch my crotch for all I was worth. My bladder was like a boulder in my abdomen, round, hard, and aching. I knew at once that I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. I also knew that making it through the night dry had been a close thing. My piss holder was nearly ripping apart at the seams, and it was taking me some time to get used to this massive increase in pressure. It was easily the worst I’d had to go on this entire trip, which made sense, as I hadn’t been to a toilet for 34 hours now. I turned over, hands still on my vagina, and saw that Kira was awake as well. And just like the previous night, her legs were still restless, moving up and down, back and forth, with pretty good speed. It was clear she was desperate to relieve herself, just like I was. “Congrats,” I croaked in a whisper. Our parents were also waking, and I didn’t want them to catch wind of our conversation. Kira rolled over, face grimacing in exhaustion and agony, and replied sleepily, “For what, you sadist?” I managed a small grin. “I didn’t think you’d last the night, Kira.” For a moment all signs of sleepiness left her visage, replaced by pure rage. “Oh, you! I’ll never be outheld by you! Now go and take a piss! I’m positively bursting! I barely got any sleep thanks to this awful balloon in my gut. Do you know you long it’s been since either of us peed?? Give this up!” I shushed her, trying to make sure our parents didn’t hear anything, before telling her, “I’m not giving up yet.” With that, I sat up (slowly, mind you. My bladder was nearly the size of a watermelon!) and began getting my stuff together for the trip to the airport. Kira could only glare from the bed. The four of us prepared our things to leave. Kira and I could hardly keep still as we packed, pee dancing with increasing franticness as the urge to pee threatened to overwhelm us. Our bladders were rock-solid, adding untold inches to our waistlines. Once, around 7:45, Kira had whispered desperately to me, “No bladder, however big, is meant to contain this much piss! Go and let it out!” At the thought of release, my bladder cramped urgently, and I had to stop and nearly drop to my knees to fight the spasm down, but still I refused to quit. Kira moaned at me and shoved a hand in her crotch briefly. Our parents had noticed our desperation, but it wasn’t until 8 am, when we were ready to leave, that my mother truly realized how badly we had to go. Both mother and father had just returned from the bathroom, and as our mother looked us up and down she realized that, not only were we pee dancing on the spot, but our tight t-shirts and sweatpants were doing nothing to hide the insane bulges we were sporting. Our 35 hours worth of pee had swelled our abdomens out to ridiculous degrees. “Girls! What are you doing?? You’re both clearly masters of controlling yourselves, but for goodness sake you can’t expect to go out like that! Not all the way to the airport!” She turned to me, “Indra, dear Indra, please, I have kept my mouth shut for all this time, but please, go and make yourself comfortable again.” She pointed towards the open bathroom door, but I held my ground and my urine. After ten seconds our mother went to Kira, “Kira! How about you? You’ve always been strong, but show some sense!” But my sister’s face was a mask of determination, even moreso than mine. “If Indra doesn’t need it, then I am certainly comfortable enough to get to the airport.” She replied icily. My mother looked to our father in a last ditch effort, but he could only shrug and say, “If they say they’re fine, then let’s go. What are we waiting for?” And so, with half our number in an extreme state of desperation, we all made our way out of the hotel and hailed a cab. It was only I that noticed Kira’s last, longing glance at our hotel room’s toilet before the door swung shut. The ride to the airport was quiet. Kira and I were much too focused on keeping our pee from busting out of ourselves to make small talk, and I think my mother way in a state of shock over the whole thing. By 8:30 we were at the airport. Thank goodness there was no line to check in for our flight, because if Kira and I had had to stand still for a prolonged period of time, that might have been the end of things. As it was, we were able to move around the desk area, squirming, fidgeting, and trying our hardest to pass off our intense desperation as excitement for our flights to the airport employees surrounding us. After checking our luggage and beginning the walk to our gate, I saw Kira’s eyes looking everywhere for a restroom sign. She even had to hold herself while walking now. I knew she was close. Heck, I was close myself, as a quick series of bladder spasms reminded me. I stopped for a moment, legs turned inward, hands on my thighs, squeezing with everything I had. I had shut my eyes to concentrate better, and when I opened them, I saw both my parents were staring at me. Kira was not. She was too close to having her own urinary disaster, and was concentrating on nothing but remaining dry a little longer. I waved my hands to my parents as if to say, “Ah well, it happens,” and we continued on. Going through airport security may have been the hardest thing we’d had to do yet, but with unmatched resolve and willpower, Kira and I both managed to put our hands to our sides and walk normally past the airport security guards. Our desperation was reaching new and unforeseen levels, levels I didn’t even know could be reached by a girl’s bladder. When we got to my family’s gate, my bladder was in a constant state of spasm. I clenched with everything I had, using nearly all the sphincter strength I had left, and managed somehow to calm my pee urgency down to the point where I could function, if not well. Kira, on the other hand, was at the end of her rope. Pacing, nearly marching on the spot, she enthusiastically waved her arms in the direction of a women’s restroom sign. “Indra! Look! A bathroom! Go there! Please, please, go there!” My sister’s control was mighty, prodigious even, but it seemed her ponderous load of pee was finally getting to her. I gave my phone a quick check and saw that it was now nearly 10 am. It had been nearly 37 hours since either of us had let a single drop out of our stretched, tortured bladders. Smiling wide, I shook my head at my poor, desperate sister, relishing the fact that I was still in control while she was finally losing hers. It was the first time I had ever had the upper hand in this matter, and I was savoring it. “Kira, you should go,” I told her with an air of superiority, “Your belly looks ridiculous. You’re gonna pee yourself.” Kira’s eyes were fearful and she nearly shouted back at me, in total denial, “No, no, no, I’m the bladder queen of the family! I never have to go before you! I can wait as long as you can! If you haven’t gone yet, I won’t!” She said these words even as her bladder bulged ominously, as her sphincter tired itself out, as she slowly but surely came to grips with the fact that her enormous bladder was in a fight it couldn’t win. “Now boarding, Gate 72A!” The announcement came over the loudspeaker of the gate, our gate. As the clock struck 10 am, it was time for my mother, father, and Kira to go back to India. My flight left at 10:30 am, giving me just enough time to see them off and rush to my own gate. My parents were shooting looks of horror back and forth as they regarded their pee dancing daughters. The time when we were in firm control of ourselves seemed a distant memory. Now we could be mistaken for school girls with teacup-sized bladders…unless someone actually looked at our amazing bladder protrusions. Neither of us would have fit in anything but the stretchy sweatpants we were wearing. I hugged my mother goodbye gingerly, then the same with my father, being careful not to bump my round bulge against them. One wrong move and it could be all over. Kira was last, and I could tell it was taking every last ounce of energy and willpower she had to stay in place and hug me. I pulled her close, then whispered in her ear, “I’m not going to pee. I’m going to board my plane to Houston without going. The only way to outlast me is to get onto that plane, sit in the seat, strap that seatbelt over your bladder, and keep holding all the way back to India.” With a desperate shout, Kira pushed me away. One hand was clutching her crotch in a death grip, the other was holding her face. I saw that she was near tears, hair flying all over her face, panic in her eyes. Her legs were scissoring back and forth at a rapid rate even as she stood, but it was no good. Her final sphincter clenches were not enough. After all this, I had come to learn what it took to defeat Kira’s monstrous bladder: 38 hours, half a lake of drinks, and the prospect of holding on for hours and hours to come. It was too much for her, and Kira’s iron bladder began to rebel before my very eyes. Her strong, perfectly-trained dam of a sphincter started cracking, as I saw first one rivulet of wetness snake down her sweatpants, then another, then another, before she cut it off, breathing deeply. “I can hold it….I won’t lose…I can hold it…I…I…It’s coming out!” Kira’s bladder suddenly exploded, gushing piss everywhere. The floor was drenched and her sweatpants were waterlogged in seconds. With a shout of despair, Kira began half-running half-hobbling to the women’s restroom she had so astutely pointed out to me minutes before. The battle was over. I had won. I grinned, reveling in my victory, my bladder pain momentarily forgotten. My mother looked me in the face, saying, “Ok, Indra. You did it. You can go now.” But I looked back with a sparkle in my eyes and replied, “Oh mother, I don’t have to go. I’m a grown woman after all. I can hold it.” With that, I turned on my heel and headed for my gate. As I walked away, I knew that, despite everything she had said, my mother had never been prouder of me. Epilogue I strode onto my plane and took my seat next to an attractive guy who seemed about my age. For the first half hour of the two hour flight we made very little conversation. The adrenaline had worn off from my victory over my former bladder queen of a sister, and the intensity of my urge to pee seemed to be tripling. I was hell bent on lasting the flight, however, and ended up squirming in my seat to stay in command of my load of piss. The boy, Ryan was his name, glanced over at me as I wriggled. “Do you have to go too? I can get up if you’d like,” he offered. I smiled wanly, “No thank you. I’m actually quite capable of waiting, thank you very mu….did you say you had to go too? Why not go? You have the outside seat. The lavatory is open. I can see the sign.” He gave me a slight laugh and his cheeks reddened, but after a half minute of silence he lifted his shirt, showing me what was obviously a stretched and aching bladder, and replied, “What the hell, I’m never gonna see you again after this, so if you must know I’m testing myself. I haven’t gone in a very long time. It’s actually been 24 hours. I don’t want to go until I can’t wait anymore.” My jaw nearly dropped off of my face, and I had to jam both fists into my crotch to stave off my hardest bladder spasm yet. Finally I managed to tell him, “I haven’t gone in almost 40.” It was his turn to stare at me in amazement, and his gaze instantly turned downwards to my incredible bulging bladder. “That’s amazing…” he breathed. We spent the remainder of the flight aiding each other in coping with our piss struggles. I had originally planned on peeing at the airport bathroom in Houston, but found resolve I didn’t know was possible to have now that I had a partner in pee holding. As we got our luggage I could tell Ryan was on the verge of losing control, even moreso than I was. But I wanted to prevent him from darting off to the airport bathrooms, as I saw his eyes flick that way more than once. So I invited him to my place. He was unsure, clearly going out of his mind with desperation, but then I took his hand, placed it ever so gently on my rock-hard bladder, and told him, “You can watch me pee.” Without another word we collected our bags, hailed a taxi, and desperately shuffled into my apartment at 1 pm. I was sure we were going to explode the minute we were in the door, but instead I found myself overcome with horniness at the thought of our predicament and instantly wrapped him up in my arms and started forcefully making out with him, even as our aching bladders tried to forcefully spew out our loads of pent up pee. We resisted the call of nature for another hour, hands roaming each others’ bodies but staying mostly on the other’s massive bladder. We moaned, crossed our legs, danced while holding each other, squatted down low, and did everything we could think of to last. I even tortured myself further by downing a glass of water while he looked on in amazement. But finally we were well and truly at our limits. The pee had to come out, and after 41 hours of pristine control my sphincter finally couldn’t clench hard enough to keep the oncoming spurts back. In total desperation I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the measuring jug I used for just such occasions, convinced that this had to be some sort of holding record for myself. When I returned to the living room, Ryan had his hand clenched over his bare penis. “If I let go it’ll all come out!” he cried desperately, so I did what any good, true lady would in this situation. I let him go first. With the last of my power I clutched myself and held on as he pissed long and loud into the giant jug. After 3 minutes his pee ended with 2200 ml in the jug. I was very impressed, because that was not a total I was used to beating often. But today I felt as if an entire lake was residing in my enormous, hurting bladder, and after dumping his load out in the toilet, I squatted over the bowl, ripped down my sweatpants, and finally let loose. The pleasure of this piss was out of this world, and I nearly lost myself in it as the pee poured out of me. I was like a tap turned on full, and it felt as though I would never stop. Ryan’s eyes were bugging out of his head as he gaped at my naked pussy unleashing a river into the filling jug. This pee took over 5 minutes of forceful peeing to finish, but when it did I proudly lifted the jug and showed him that 2700 ml was residing in it. It was a total I was sure my sister Kira, even with her amazing bladder capacity, had never bested, and I knew that I was now the true Bladder Queen in the family. And from the look I detected in Ryan’s eyes as I breathed in relief, this Bladder Queen wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight.
  25. BladderFull12

    malefemale Mega Full Bladder For 6 Hours

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