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  1. I had tried this topic before, but something happened like some of my responses wouldn't post until after others had replied, so I'll try this one more time. This may not work because I don't know how realistic this scenario really is, but it's worth a try. As some of you may know, boys can generally get in and out of the bathrooms pretty quickly (sometimes as quickly as 20 or 30 seconds), but it's not as easy for girls because there might be a long line and you don't know what's going on. They have to undo pants, and don't know if they have to do #1 or #2 or both. At the very least, you can pretty much guarantee that it will take each girl a minimum of a minute to get into the stall, do their business, and exit the stall. You may also know that some schools may not let people be late to school or a given class, or use the bathroom during class. So, I thought I'd spell out the general rules before asking questions for the interactive story. 1) There are five minutes between classes, and 50 minute class periods. 2) Can’t be late, and can’t use the restroom during class without some sort of disciplinary action, and asking the teacher to use the restroom before class will not work. 3) There are three toilets available in each girls bathroom (and there are either two or three total sets of restrooms in the building, not counting the nurse's restroom or the gym locker rooms. Exact number will be determined later). 4) There are at least 800 students in this school (and at least 400 of them are girls). There may be more depending on what we decide the grade distribution is (see below). 5) There is a tall, skinny blonde girl (probably more than one) that really needs to pee during one of the passing periods between classes. 6) This girl in question arrives at the restroom closest to her next class somewhere between the 1 and 2 minute mark (probably closer to the 2 minute mark) of break time (meaning there are about 3 or 4 minutes to go before the next class). Here is the first group of questions for the interactive part: Now, this is the first group of questions for the interactive part. 1) What should this girl's name be? 2) What is the age and grade of this girl (should be between 11 and 18 years of age, and between grades 6 and 12)? 3) What is the grade range of this school (for example 6th grade only, 7th/8th grade only, 9th through 12th grade, or even 6th grade through 12th grade)? I think the grade range should be at least 2 or 3 grades. 4) What is she wearing on that particular day? 5) On a scale of 1 to 10, how desperate is she to pee (or to put it another way, how full is her bladder)? 6) How many girls are ahead of her in line, and how desperate do they look? (Remember that there are only three toilets available in each girls bathroom. Also remember that there are only five minutes between classes and that they can't be late and also can't use the bathroom during class). Later on, I can get into other decisions, such as whether or not she has a spare set of clothes, or whether cutting in line is okay, or to pee in a trash can, sink, or on the floor. But these constraints and questions should make for a good starting point.
  2. Dr. Philthy

    Desperation delay

    So how does an amusement park, a freeway and a graveyard factor into me coming close to having an accident? Well, this past weekend has the answer. So on Saturday I plan to go with some friends to one of the big amusement parks out where I live. Plans kind of fall through so only two of us head out. Normal day of lots of walking and entertaining shows. Nothing out of the ordinary. Picking up burgers for lunch with the refillable souvenir cups and enjoying a large lemonade. After eating and catching another show, I go to use the bathroom and spend time hopping from event to event. Now keep in mind that it is the summertime and the heat makes you rather thirsty. Even without it being terribly hot that day, all the walking does start building up your thirst. So I down a bottle of water, use my cup to refill with water and enjoy one of the local drinks of the park. Around 4:30 or so we're planning to leave and my friend heads off to use the bathroom. While they're gone, I start to get some of the little signals from my bladder that the liquid I've been drinking since lunch has taken residence down inside of it. Now with a little backstory detour, I haven't done any real enduring holds in at least 5 or so years, and I get rather noticeable sudden urges which is probably a result of that. But what I was feeling wasn't too bad; maybe between a 3 and 4 and I knew I could make it home fine. So we headed out of the park, stopped off at a couple of stores, headed to the parking garage (which had the last bathrooms available to use) and made the trek back. The drive getting to the freeway and driving along wasn't too bad, and no concerns about time since the park is only about an hour away from where I live. Everything is going fine as we casually chatted about getting something to eat when all of a sudden, the classic omo cliche occurs..... Traffic. And a lot of it. I sigh and just grimace, not only for the fact that I have a bit of an impatient streak in me and that I don't see any accidents on my maps that should be slowing us down, but also for the fact that this is going to delay me in the trip to the bathroom I expected to have not too long from now. I cut in and out of traffic, trying to stave off the thought that the little 3-4 out of 10 you were feeling is steadily sitting at a 6 or so. It's not enough to make me need to grab myself, but with how the urges that I have dealt with the past few years strike, I was concerned about a strong one catching me out of nowhere. So I'm navigating through the traffic pretty well and at good speed and my friend mentions a night event that was brought up a few weeks ago going on that night: a night hike through a cemetery. Now I've done a few hikes, certainly none through a cemetery at night, but with Halloween approaching soon and being a pal to involve myself with some other activities, I decide to come along too, thinking I can stop at home, use the bathroom and then head out. Freeway moves along at normal speed, my desperation is still there, but manageable. I'm fine with all this going on, and then slow, slow, slowing down....to another big patch of traffic. I check the maps on my phone again and a bit of frustration hits me. There's deep traffic in 2 different spots on the freeway that are stopped dead. So now I pull some ingenuity to exit the freeway and take side streets running alongside ir so I can hop back on and continue. This works, but my friend says, "dang, guess we'll just have to head straight there since it's so late." That side street trick did get us out of traffic, but also set us back about a half hour, meaning I couldn't stop anywhere now to use any bathroom. I thought about mentioning to stop somewhere, but my friend had been having a rough year and was really looking forward to getting out some, so I kept quiet. My desperation is pushing on a 7 at this point and it's taking what I have to focus on driving so I don't need to hold myself. We arrived only 4 minutes late and greeted everyone who joined. I was contemplating checking for a bathroom inside the building of the cemetery but they were already closed. We walked around for about 2 hours checking out the sights (this cemetery was about 150 years old) and taking in the history and view of things. Meanwhile, I'm near the back of the group starting to shift back and forth a bit (thank goodness it was dark at this point) thinking if there's any way I can break away for a bit to relieve myself, but no such luck came. After the 2 hour mark, we said our goodbyes and departed back home. I pulled up and ran up to unlock the door, then doubled back to the car to grab some items from the park I needed to put away when my friend said "I'll be right back, just need to use the bathroom real quick. I've had to pee for hours". With my face down in the car and almost chuckling to myself, I just said "okay" and watched them run into the house. At this point, I figured if I'm home, might as well do it outside. No sooner than I had thought that, my kind bladder agreed and decided to spike me to a high 9 on the desperation level. I hurried to the side of the house where it is secluded, fumbled with the belt of my shorts for a bit (Damn thing always has a tightening issue to it) lowered them and enjoyed the oh-so-satisfying feeling of relief of a piss that I'd been expecting for at least 6 hours. After that was done, I breathed a big sigh of relief and went on to wrap up my remaining stuff from the day. Hope you enjoyed my little adventure.
  3. BlueWetter

    Commercial desperation

    I saw this commercial on television a few times and found the mention of the mother's desperation intriguing.. I bet she was that way during labor too..
  4. If this is in the wrong place, please let me know 💀 Hey guys, I was going through Instagram, and I saw a cropped version of a photo I discovered way back in high school, on Shara and Ger’s website. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen, but I haven’t seen the full picture in years! Has anyone seen the full picture, or better yet, knows the actual story behind this pic? It’s a very curvaceous girl, in the bathroom, holding a desperate pose, taking a quick selfie before relieving herself (if she even wanted to). I have attached the cropped version of the photo, if anyone knows where I can find the whole thing, that would be awesome!!
  5. Gave my mum a ticket for an Ed Sheeran open air concert for her 50th birthday this year. It was going to be her first real concert since the 80s and she was super looking forward to it. On the day of the concert she dressed up even more than usual, tight jeans, white blouse, nice handbag and lots of makeup. It felt like the mother-son-date that the gift was supposed to be. As some of my friends (two guys, one girl) were going there by car, I asked them to join with my mum. So we carpooled to the concert venue with five people in my friend's new BMW 3-series and everything went astonishingly smooth, although parking space was already rare and the venue very crowded. My mum and I then separated from my friends at the concert venue. The supporting acts were great already, my mum and I had two beers each and really enjoyed the vibe of the event. My mum then said that she has to go to the toilet before Ed Sheeran comes on stage, so we went in the direction of the portapotties which were lined up to both sides of the stage. However, there were far to little of them. With about 90,000 thousand people in the venue, there were so many people in front of the toilets that you could not even see where a line would start or end. My mum was a little shocked about the situation, but she decided that she could hold it, so we went back to our original space and soon after, Ed Sheeran hit the stage. He then played for the next two hours and it really was a fantastic performance and magic night, especially for my mum. Totally worth the price and a little hassle. However, as soon as the concert ended, my mum was obviously reminded by her bladder because she grabbed my arm and I could see that she had crossed her legs tightly. When we slowly made our way to the exit, she crossed her legs every time we stood still and seemed a little nervous and agitated. Once we got closer to the toilet area, she said "Sorry, but I would really like to go the bathroom now...". I also had to go, but was not keen on waiting in line, so I decided I could hold it until home. Besides, my friends and I had agreed to meet at the car park as soon as possible after the concert. I told my mum that she could go, but we should hurry up afterwards to catch my friends. Once we got closer to the portapotties, it became obvious that the lines were even longer than earlier. "Please, I would really like to go..." , my mum said, so we waited. However, after about 10 minutes and some leg-crossing and pee-dancing by my mum, we had only made it about five metres in line and reaching the toilets would have taken at least another 20-30 minutes. I therefore convinced my mum to head to the car park as there might be another option to go. It took us another 15 minutes to get there, but there were no more toilets and also no bushes. My mum bent over a few times and looked a little unhappy about the situation now, but as my friends were already impatiently waiting at the car, we all jumped in and drove off. Tim was driving, next to him his girlfriend Anna, I was sitting in the middle, Chris to my right and my mum to my left. Space was tight, but as the drive was usually no longer than half an hour it was okay. It took us way longer than expected to even make it out of the car park. My mum obviously really had to go to the bathroom. We talked about the fantastic concert and when somebody asked my mum something, her answers were really short and strained. She constantly rubbed her right leg on mine, tapped her feet and pressed her legs together. Although she tried to hide her need from the others, it was quite obvious to me sitting right next to her, so I thought we might have to stop somewhere at a gas station for her, but she would tell us if necessary. Once on the highway, I could see that my mum discreetely opened the upper button of her jeans which led to her the top of her white panties. A little later she twice grabbed the inside of her upper legs quite hard and it was obvious to me that she was really desperate. When we left the highway and only had about 10 minutes until we were home my mum whispered in my ear and begged me to leave the car a little earlier and walk the rest of the way. I then told Tim the driver that he could drop us off at a crossing about 5min from our place. We caught several red lights and suddenly when we stopped at one of them, my mum seemed to shiver and both of her hands shot to her crotch. I decided that this was getting embarrassing and we should really get off the car. My mum seemed to have the same intentions and loosened her seatbelt with one hand and was about to get out of the car just when the light turned green and Tim started driving again. My mum didn't say anything, but she now had a terrified expression on her face. A few seconds later, maybe about a mile from home, I felt something wet on my left leg... The next moment my mum was shivering again and although she had one hand in her crotch I could see that there was pee flowing from her jeans onto the seat. I could not believe my eyes and just said something like: "Mum, what the fuck...!?". Now all others in the car also realized that there must be an issue and the first to catch on was Tim's girlfriend when she looked to us in the back. She first thought that my mum had spilled something, but my mum was beet red in the face and still spurting in her jeans somehow as I could still feel the seat getting wetter and wetter. Before we finally reached our destination I said: "I don't know what happened, but I think my mum just peed her pants..." I was still shocked and could not believe what I had just said. Everybody else first thought it was a joke, but once they looked at my mum, they realized I wasn't joking and now everybody else was shocked, too and they didn't know what to say. Before we got off, my mum said "I'm so sorry" and "I'll pay for this, of course" while almost crying. When we got off, I saw that her seat was totally wet and she had peed so much that it even got on my side and my jeans as well. My friends drove off and I stood there with my mum in the middle of our suburb, her tight jeans on the butt and upper part fully covered in urine and we now had to walk home like this. My mum seemed so embarrassed and did not say one word. I honestly have never seen something like this and have no idea how this could happen to a grown adult like her. Most embarrassing that all my friends also know about it now. Reminded me of another time about 15 years ago when my mum must have sharted on her way home from work and had accidently left her grey thong with a major poop stain in the sink to rinse while my friend from school and I walked into the bathroom to wash our hands.
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  7. Dr. Philthy

    Drawstring desperation

    So I noticed there are a lot of the "just barely making it to the bathroom only to fund your zipper stuck" scenarios either in stories or experiences. However, there are very few if any involving another damning instance: knotted drawstrings. For anyone who's had the urgent rush to pee in time, the biggest relief comes with being able to remove all lower body clothing and let go. But as is a horrifying predicament by getting your zipper jammed and fighting to free it in a pair of jeans, so too is being desperate in a pair of sweatpants or basketball shorts and hurrying to pee, only to tug the string on your clothing and get it knotted and have to fight to free it. This has been an occurrence with me several times over the past year. I've had quite an increase in strong urges (likely due to when I did holds frequently) and after staving them off for awhile, I have the stronger waves come along that let me know I need to pee really soon. So while shuffling off to the bathroom, I have the usual desperation increase that comes when you see the toilet or urinal. Then comes the issue where by pulling the drawstring too fast, my shorts get a knot tangled up in them. This makes a bit of a crisis as you're ready to relieve yourself, suddenly an extra unexpected obstacle comes up that you have to deal with. In best case scenario, you may be able to just shift your "anatomy" up enough and still pee freely. But for me, I tend to wear basketball shorts a lot, and I keep the strings tied rather tightly. So now I have to work on undoing the knot while fighting the desperation, and much like a stuck zipper, needing 2 hands to work on freeing yourself can be quite difficult while you're needing to hold yourself to try and regain control. More often than not, I've been able to get free just in time, but there have been a few times that I've had a spurt or two come out while trying to get free. So that's a typical issue for me in a nutshell. Not sure if this belonged more in the General or Experiences section, so if it needs to be moved, I understand.
  8. Well was up early today... had my last wee before 7am... busy all day, work n meetings... was going to go before I left work, but closest loo was in use so thought I'd go home.. a few grabs on way home left me dry, will maybe one droplet... got home, had to take a phone call.. completely pee dancing.. then housemate called and asked me to let her in, as she had forgot her keys... at this point I lost a big spurt.. started pee dancing like crazy, until I heard the knock at the door.. as I walked I started weeing.. but managed to stop after 10 sec... wiped my legs with tissue before opening door.. quickly said hello, losing a few dribbles due to no pee dance... finally got In Toilet, already weeing just finished in my knickers.. thought I was going to have accident on front step! Oops! IMG_0812.MOV
  9. I'll keep this scenario short and to the point. What if you are one of those girls that is about to pee your pants at school, and the bathroom line between classes is too long? These are the general facts: 1) 50 (maybe 55) minute class periods with 5 minutes between classes. 2) 3 stalls in each girls bathroom. 3) Can't be late and can't go to the bathroom during class (without some consequence) 4) Cutting in line is not allowed without permission (and permission will probably not be granted). 5) You are about ready to pee your pants (possibly 5 minutes away, 10 or 15 minutes at most), and when you reach the bathroom during break time you see that all the stalls are full and there are about 5 girls ahead of you in line. It will almost certainly take each girl at least a minute to do their business in their respective stalls, so if you do the simple math in your head (assuming you can do math), you realize that there is probaby not enough time to wait in line, pee, and get to class on time. The first real big question I will ask is this. What is the first thought you would have if you were to deal with that situation? Next, how would you deal with it?
  10. Hi friends! So I haven't posted anything useful for a long time, I decided to share a new wetting experience with you. I originally wanted to do a pee dance at the train station to show the people there how bursting I was and wanted to take some pictures of. But there were no people in the hall and so I decided to do my desperation-show in the train. But I took the picures in spite of. :) When it arrived I really had to pee and wanted to start my show in front of some nice mature women. I already sat down at my seat and started squirming, and one of them (a very beautiful blonde) started to glance at me. But then I saw , that the toilet in that train was locked and the door wasn't opened by anyone from the inside - so I realized, that the toilet must be broken or something like that. And so I did a pee dance in front of the locked door and in the end I enjoyed the sweet relief into my black spandex sport pants. And I made a video of that expierience, but there were no people around, Maybe I'll do it the next time inside an other train with some nice girls on board. ;) Enjoy my video and the pics. Have fun and see you soon! Jack https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d322006e6853
  11. I have a little doubt ... I would like you to help me answer it. There are many people who have foot fetish (Like me), and obviously, people who like to see girls peeing, or desperate, or both. The case is ... Is it common for people to have both fetishes? Because sometimes I find videos of actors or actresses who are barefoot for no apparent reason. P.S .: I would also like to know if someone here likes that, which for me is the perfect combination.
  12. Trying to hold it and leaking busting to get to my stop CD52E292-43AE-4409-A708-8CF2F9DFECFF.MOV
  13. Lythe

    Waste Not

    Author's Note: Hi all! Just a quick reminder, this is a story involved anthropomorphic animals. This opening chapter doesn't contain desperation, but does set up the rest of the story. There will also be humiliation/domination themes throughout, so if this is something you don't enjoy please be aware! I'd love any feedback ya'll may have all well. Thanks! Chapter 1: "You've disappointed me, Subira." The deep, masculine voice cut through the air like a knife. Subira involuntarily pushed her canine ears back against her head. They lay flat as she stared down at the ground, utterly ashamed. Subira took pride in her position. She worked incredibly hard to please her King, her master. Knowing she had failed in such a public fashion was mortifying. "I give my most humble apologies, my King." She spoke from her kneeling position. The young female jackalfolk didn't dare look up. She didn't deserve to meet his gaze. The drought plaguing her people was the worst many had seen in years. It hadn’t rained in months. Their best shamans pleaded with the gods to send water, but so far their cries seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Earlier in the day she had carelessly knocked down a servant carrying several clay pitchers full of water on a tray. Water that could have slaked the thirst of many citizens. Semut, her master, sighed. Normally, someone in his court making a mistake like this wasn't too difficult. But Subira had made it during the worst time, and in front of too many witnesses. He couldn't write it off, even if he'd have preferred to let someone he valued so highly off with a light judgement. He had to punish her, severely, for the transgression. More than that, it needed to reflect what she had done. Wasted water during a drought. He would have to think on it. Frustrated, he sent her away. "Return to my chambers at first light. I will begin your punishment then." Semut growled. He rose from his chair, flicking Subira away with an irritated paw. What was an appropriate punishment for one of his favorites for making such a stupid mistake? He couldn’t simply take away several days water rations from her. She would dehydrate, not to mention he still needed her to be able to perform her duties. She was one of the best in his court when it came to acquiring things. But how could Subira possibly pay back such a debt? Subira woke early the next morning. She had slept fitfully, not knowing what today would bring. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she got up, feeling the previous day’s burden upon her. She felt such a heavy guilt, knowing just how much precious water she had wasted. Hopefully Semut would help her atone more than just dole out some sort thoughtless of sentence. Subira doubted he would hurt her physically. She’d seen the king’s eyes upon her before. She knew she was a beauty to behold. She also doubted he would let her off easily, despite being one of his favored workers. Semut was known for handing out tough, but fair, judgements. She took her morning piss before dressing herself in some of her plainest clothes. A simple white cotton shirt that still showed her flat belly while covering her ample breasts, and a white flowing skirt to cover her lower body, cutting off at the knee. Realizing the sun would be coming up soon, Subira quickly made her way to Semut's chamber. The sun was just started to creep into the sky when she reached his entrance, and she knocked quietly. "Come in." Subira heard him beckon. She did so hesitantly, closing the door behind her. Her expression was contrite. The young woman truly hoped her King would have a suitable penalty awaiting her. "Subira, I take no pleasure in punishing one of my most valued workers." Semut sighed, rising from his bed. He was tall, particularly for a jackalfolk, standing a full six feet. Many rulers grew complacent, no longer working on themselves physically. Semut, however, hadn't quit. He was strong, and it showed from his muscular arms down to the noticeable abs. Often he could be found practicing swordplay with some of the most fearsome men in his army. Semut hadn't yet been dressed for the day, but he made no effort to cover himself. He was not a modest man. "I know you. How hard you toil at your post. Your punishment will suit your crime. Today, you will not waste water." He spoke clearly, walking over to stand in front of Subira, who had kneeled before him. "Look up." The man spoke. His dick hung in front of the petite jackalfolk woman. She was surprised, then confused. Did he expect her to service his cock? Her tail began to wag nervously. "Starting now, you will be given no water ration. Instead, you will drink my piss as I need release. You will not be permitted to let it out until I give the command. You will hold it in, no matter what, until you are allowed to let go. When I permit release, you will piss in a jug. When the jug is full, you will use it to water plants around the palace. This punishment will last until you fill the number of pitchers you so carelessly wasted." Semut concluded. "Do you understand your judgement?" Subira nodded silently. It was not what she had anticipated, but it was atonement. "Good." Semut spoke. “You will perform whatever duties I require of you outside of this. You will be at my side until you have fulfilled this punishment.” He pumped his hips forward lightly, jiggling his cock forward. The gesture was clear. Subira said nothing as she took his dick lightly in her mouth. She had no complaints she could voice. While she expected this to be miserable, it would truly make up for what she had done. As Semut’s hot, acrid piss began to fill her mouth, her eyes water. His first morning’s piss was awful. It was intense, and unpleasant, but there was nothing to be done but drink. And drink. And drink. It seemed as if her torment would never end, but at last his stream trickled down to a stop. Subira swallowed, grimacing as the taste stayed on her tongue. She could feel her stomach was now uncomfortably full of liquid. Dread settled in as she remembered just how many pitchers had been wasted the day before. Ten. This would not be the last morning piss she drank.
  14. Hey folks, I decided to christen my new yard with a full jeans wetting during a bright, sunny day. You can hear the sounds of a car passing next to me (right on the other side of my fence) and my next door neighbor doing work on his second-story deck; had he risen from his work and glanced my way, he could have very well seen me wetting. Through the slats of the fence on the other side, I could vaguely see my other neighbors working in their yard. I felt a bit surrounded but was truly desperate and let my inhibitions fall by the wayside. Side note: I know some of you have requested videos (e.g public, crossdressing, etc.). I plan on fulfilling those requests in time. My apologies- life has been very unsteady the last few weeks. Cheers ❤️ Backyard Wetting.mp4
  15. 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.
  16. I don't know if it's the warm weather we're suddenly having in my Norwegian city that's causing girls to drink lots of water, or if it's just coincidence, but I've noticed so many desperate girls latelly. I happen to take a bus relatively often that goes from the city centre to a junction/hub at a shopping centre to the west, and I've seen several girls really desperate on the bus or at the bus station, possibly because buses from the junction don't always go too often since the places they go to are pretty remote, so I guess the girls choose to hold it rather than wait for hours for the next bus. That, combined with the warm weather, I was north of the city recently and a girl walking in front of me, wearing jeans and pretty "cool" clothes, appeared to be holding her crotch with her right hand and looking down at her crotch when she got to an upward hill. Turns out she was going to take the same bus as me, and she sat down in the seat right behind doors in the middle of the bus. When it reached the downtown bus station she went to the door before the bus stopped and stood hopping up and down slightly, and then she ran for the bus which was ready to depart west, with her hands between her legs. I kinda regret not following her onto that bus, though at the same time I think I would've felt pretty creepy had I done so. My latest memory is from a few days ago, when I happened to sit down next to a girl in a window seat. She was visible uncomfortable and kept starting out the window at the road ahead, and right after we left the bus station in the city centre she rearranged her legs, so to speak, so that she was sitting on her heel, at least it looked that way to me since she wore this long khaki coat that obscured her legs almost down to her knees, I seem to recall. For most of the trip she sat with her legs crossed, slightly bent over, quite possibly with her hand in her crotch under her long coat. At one point right before she got off she made this "ngh!" sound people make when they suddenly pee themselves a little, or just barely manage to hold back their pee, and after she got off I noticed her looking down, possibly to check her crotch for wetness. Not going to relate other memories as the others aren't that interesting and several, or the majority of them, are unsurprisingly pretty young, as in young teens or younger. Has anyone else noticed a wave of desperations and big and little accidents now that the weather is getting warmer?
  17. In my high school I was in a specialized class, people who had not had their BACs. For most people it was because they had done a CAP before. (Sorry, I do not know the name of these graduates in English.) In my class the age range from 17 to 22 years. In my class I was next to a girl, who will be called Z for the story. Z often complained at the end of class that she wanted to go to the bathroom. Because often in the middle of classe, teachers do not want the left go to the bathroom. They said we had to be able to hold ourselves back more than 2 hours. When she told me that she wanted to pee, I told him that it disturbed me. And so I would repeat it and sometimes overplay envy, thinking I was disturbing myself. While in real … 😉 Hanging one afternoon she wanted, more than usual because the last 15 minutes she bounced on his chair pressing his hands on his crotch. So I decided to tease her a little to make her talk a little." Do you still want to pee ? again." With a jaded tone to make sure that she tries to provoke me. But, surprise. She stayed serious and told me that she really wanted to go to the bathroom. So I told him that she had to ask to go.The teacher will let her go. She replied that he would never let her go in the bathroom, that he did not care. So I told him that it cost nothing to try and that it was better to piss in your pants. After 5 minutes she asked sharply the words to the teacher. "I have to go to the bathroom now." The teacher juste replied "No". She answered him; "I'm going to pee on myself !" She sighed and I told her to stay only 10 minutes. I also told him to bend his legs and not to press his bladder. Pendants 5 minutes to bounce on herself even the teacher ended the classes earlier. And Z hurried to the toilet. 1 week later, the day after a day when I was not there. I learned that Z had piss in her. She said she had done so because the teachers never let her go and that moreover at this time she can hardly stop herself. Sorry for the mistakes, my English is not very good. If people have questions do not hesitate I did not tell everything in detail, I preferred that the story remains simple and short. And if some French want to ask me questions in mp he does not hesitate. It will be easier for me too.
  18. Xx4evRockerxX

    Last Family Trip

    23 year old Rebecca (Bex, as everyone called her) took her place in the back seat of the family four-door. That car sure had seen better days, but it was still as reliable as ever. And a good car to put the many miles they were about to travel onto. On the other side of the back seat, her 19 year old sister Avery sat, already buckled in and making herself comfortable. She had broken her ankle just a few days ago in an alleged skinny dipping incident. The details were unclear other than the family was awoken to an unpleasant phone call a little after midnight from the hospital. She had a pair of crutches next to her, and a casted foot resting up on the back of the driver’s seat. She was engrossed in a texting spree conversation with someone, probably the next boy of the month. May mercy keep his soul safe. Their mother Patricia (Patty) was making her way out, arms filled with bags of snacks, spare clothes, her huge purse, and who knows what else. “Did you two remember to leave an extra pair of clothes out in case you spill something?” ”Yes,” they replied in unison and monotone. “And you packed enough for the entire trip, plus extra?” ”Yes.” ”And you both used the bathroom before getting in? You know it’s going to be a few hours before our first stop. Better to get some real miles in while we’re fresh,” Patty continued. Once again, the pair replied “yes”, but this time, it wasn’t entirely truthful. Bex had A bad habit of holding her bladder. More specifically, she was in the routine of holding her bladder until she could go somewhere other than a toilet. She’d picked up this interest years ago, in High School. At first, it was an absentminded hobby she’d read about somewhere online, some forum she had stumbled across, and found it interesting enough to try. After a few weeks, she was hooked. She didn’t pay much attention, but she could probably count the number of times she had allowed herself to pee in an actual toilet in the past year on one hand. It didn’t happen very often, and only in outstanding situations. Today was no different for her. She let herself release her morning wee in the shower, like most mornings, and went on with getting ready, throwing on a cute pair of skimpy panties. She knew no one would see them, but she always felt a little more secure when she knew she looked good. So while yes, she did use the bathroom before getting in the car, her mother didn’t need to know she went two before getting in. Avery, on the other hand, was completely truthful in her answer. With the broken ankle, getting out of the car, especially from the backseat took some time and effort. She was determined to do so as few times as possible during this trip. Accordingly, she had her morning wee the moment she woke up, while Bex was in the shower. She then proceeded to skip every liquid available during breakfast, choosing only a dry bagel. After getting ready, and just before heading outside, she allowed herself a few minutes to sit on the toilet. She peed a short, weak stream, it continued to sit there. She squeezed with her pelvic muscles. She pushed physically on her bladder with her hands. She tried coughing. Anything to get every last little bit out. All told, she was able to empty another dribble and a few random drops. Each and every one of those drops though, were important to her. They could make a world of difference hours from now. She also placed one of her pads in her underwear (an older pair of booty cut, blue and yellow polka dot), as well as sprinkling a little baby powder in there. She was prescribed some pain meds for her ankle, and while she wasn’t fond of how zoned-out they made her feel, she had to take one today. She knew she wouldn’t be able to move around or stretch, which meant she would quickly start hurting. The zoned feeling wasn’t the only side effect she noticed. She also found it very difficult to tell when she had a full bladder, and noticed she would lose a squirt or two just from standing up, or changing position too quickly, only to then have to rush to the bathroom to unleash a torrent. She hadn’t gone out into public since her accident, so this hadn’t been a particular issue. But with her entire family squeezed into a few square feet of the car, she wanted to be safe. Thus, the pad and powder were a small insurance policy, she thought to herself as she wiped. While the girls both had their bladder situation and plans in place, Patty briefly thought about her own. At 58, she was no longer a spring chicken, and her body reacted accordingly. After 2 pregnancies, 2 births, and 2 recoveries, her pelvic muscles, heck, her whole lower abdominal muscles and tissues were not comparable to what they were 25 years ago. At one time, she could go all day, being out and about without a second thought towards her bodily functions. She could hold off until there was enough wee inside her to write her entire name, first and last name, in the snow (with some difficulty, of course. But she was able to do it, nonetheless). She hadn’t tried since before Bex’s birth, but she figured best case, she could hold enough to spell out “Pa” in the snow now. She could no longer, cough, sneeze, laugh, or really have any change in emotion whatsoever without losing a little (or sometimes big) dribble. She also had to find a toilet roughly every two hours. She could hold longer, she was sure. But that 2 hour mark is where it became uncomfortable, and she would often find herself focusing more on not wetting herself, rather than whatever task was at hand. Similarly to Avery, she had skipped most fluids at breakfast this morning, and made it a point to sit down on the toilet for a few minutes and try no less than 3 times since waking up. She also had a bit of a secret. Roger, her husband and the girls’ father knew about, but Bex and Avery were in the dark on the matter, where they belonged. Several years ago, after a particularly close call at a large family gathering in which she had to spend the last hour of the event without panties because they were so wet, Patty looked into getting absorbent underwear. They looked similar enough to real underwear (not sexy underwear, but still), and didn’t bulge out like an actual diaper. Since she couldn’t hold a huge amount anyway, they were perfect. She didn’t wear them everyday. Often, she would go a month or more without needing them. But she made a point to wear them on special occasions or if she was anticipating being away from a bathroom for an extended time. Both of which applied to today. She was wearing a pair of jeans to mask the small amount of crinkling from the more plastic crotch area. She made sure to bring a few spares in her large purse as well. That was the only way she could be sure they wouldn’t be discovered by her daughters. Roger was the last out the door, carrying a large cooler stuffed to the brim with waters, juices, and an assortment of other road beverages. Silently, all three women thought in unison, “Typical male.” As they set off from their house, Avery put her headphones in and continued the intense conversation on her phone. Patty started monologuing in Roger’s direction. She considering it a conversation, he thought of it as background conversation, similarly to listening to the radio. He cracked open the first water, downing part of it before they’d even left the town. Bex laughed for a second to herself as she pictured her father pretending he was sipping an adult beverage on a beach. A few miles later, Bex pulled out a new book she had recently bought, a fantasy action romance. She finished the last final of her college career last week and was excited to return to reading for entertainment, rather than necessity. She had always enjoyed reading when she was growing up, but school somehow found a way to make her lose interest in it. Bex quickly found herself lost in the book. It was everything she was hoping it would be, and more - filled to the brim with action as she turned page after page. Hot characters that took great pleasure out of seductively teasing each other. The sexy, but wildly inappropriate make out scenes at various climatic moments. She was hooked from page 2. Making her way through the chapters, she reached a scene that brought her attention back to reality. In the book, there were two characters forced together by fate, but also hormones, that were taken hostage by an overbearing government organization in a post-disaster country and brought to an imprisonment camp. While getting their feet under them and familiarizing themselves with their new home, the male character mentioned that he needed the loo as he hadn’t gone since before they were captured. The female character almost too quickly agreed. Before Bex read further, she blinked a few times and pulled herself out of the book. Next to her, Avery was hard asleep, appearing to have been so for some time, her phone falling to the floor. Bex figured Avery had probably one of her pain meds before they left. She noticed two empty water bottles on the floor, next to Avery’s phone, and an open juice bottle in the front cup holder. Her mother was still talking at her father, but had slowed her pace. What she didn’t know, was Patty was starting to get a very dry mouth from skimping on the fluids. Her father though, had no problem downing a swig of the juice. Bex sat up straight to stretch her back a bit, and noticed a new heaviness in her belly she hadn’t felt before. Of knew immediately what it was, of course. She had to pee. Nothing urgent or desperate, and she certainly wasn’t in imminent danger of losing control. But it was there - a decent and constant need now that she noticed it. She wondered how long they’d been driving. Looking at her phone, she realized they had been driving almost 4 hours. She was lost in a fantastic and romantic and amazing world of her book for 4 hours. Which also meant it was roughly 6 hours since her bladder had seen any relief. And now she had to pee. During a short pause in speech from her mother, Bex interjected, “Any thoughts on a stretch break in the near future?” Her father was quick and sharp to answer, “Probably not for another 100 miles or so. I’d like to get there before dark and we left a little later than I would’ve liked.” Patty was a little softer as she asked, “Are you okay back there for that long? Are you hungry or thirsty? I brought snacks and the cooler is right there.” ”No, I’m okay, just feeling a little cramped,” Bex answered. 100 miles. At highway speed, that would be around two more hours. Bex didn’t wonder if she could hold it that long she knew she could she hadn’t drank very much today, and had certainly held it for longer. It was more a question of how comfortably she could hold it that long, and how obvious she might become about her need. She was also a little concerned about how she would relieve herself once they finally did pull off to a rest stop. Sure, she could pee into one of the toilets. She was sure they would have plenty at wherever they stopped. But that wasn’t fun. If they stopped at somewhere a little less populated, she could go into the bathroom with her mother and sister, pretend to go, and then say she needed a bit of a walk to stretch and clear her head, but in reality find a nice bush or tree in need of watering. If, however, they pulled into one of those mega stops on the side of the highway, she would have to get a little more creative. She thought about it for a few minutes, but was having a difficult time coming up with a viable plan that offered her secluded relief, without too high a risk of being caught. She bookmarked it in her mind and went back to reading. She had a few hours to think up a solution, after all. In the front seat, Patty was having a different experience. While Bex was having no problems holding on, and had no intention of using a toilet at their stop, Patty was deeply concerned. She was alright for the first two hours. Much to her pleasant surprise, cutting fluids had really helped. But as hour three stretched on, she had a harder and harder time. She had leaked already. Several times. Only to have the need return almost immediately. She was fairly confident in her absorbent underwear’s ability to manage and contain leaks (she had really put them to the test a few years ago during Midnight Mass at church on Christmas), but she had never actually fully wet a pair. She knew when she first started wearing them there would come a day when she wouldn’t be able to hold it, when she would either have to let go, or wouldn’t be given a choice in letting, and would properly flood them. She had always hoped this was still years away, but as they drove on, she was becoming more and more worried today would be that day. Could they hold her whole bladder? She desperately hoped not to find out. Bex got through the scene in her book where the characters sought, then found their relief. It went into a little more detail about said relief than she would have preferred at the moment given her own need, but she was okay. Normally, she would have deeply enjoyed this part of the story, just not at the moment. Once through it though, she found herself once again flipping through pages as plot twist after surprise kept her attention. She crossed her legs, and fell back into the world of the story. Several chapters, and at least 50 miles later, Roger slowed down as they reached a construction zone. The car hit a large bump in the road where they were preparing to pave. Bex had no recollection of making any noise or gasping, but she must have as Patty asked, “Are you okay, honey?” ”Yeah, just, uh, just startled me is all,” She lied. In actuality, it did startle her, but the sudden jump up, then back down with force of her bladder startled her more. She properly needed to pee now. To the point where using an actual toilet was making its way to the top five options she was considering of ways to relieve herself. It was time to make something happen. ”Actually, I could use with a quick bathroom trip as well as that stretch break soon,” Bex said, trying to downplay the need to pee part, and focus on the desire to stretch part. Unfortunately, Patty heard the request the exact opposite way, fitting some of her own need into the equation as she said, “Oh Honey, you should’ve said so if you needed to go to the bathroom sooner. Can you hold it? Do you need us to pull over now? I’m so sorry you have to pee so badly.” The offer to be allowed to pop a squat on the side of the highway intrigued her, and she tucked that bit of info away for another day, another situation. For now, she said, “Ma, I’m okay, really. I barely even need to go. Like not even at all. I just figured I would go as long as we were stopping anyway. I’m good for a while longer though.” Patty, her full and weak bladder, and her ever filling up undergarments we’re having no part of that. “Roger, place you see, anywhere you see, we’re pulling over.” ”Really, Mom, it’s not a big deal,” Bex reiterated. ”We’re stopping,” Patty relied in her mom voice. The conversation was over, and everyone except a still passed out Avery knew it. 5 minutes later, Roger steered the vehicle off an exit ramp toward one of the mega stops Bex wasn’t a fan of. They probably had 20 toilets in their bathroom, but Bex was really racking her brain, trying to figure out some way she could pee somewhere else without her parents, or anyone at the stop really, seeing her. “Should we wake her up?” Bex asked about Avery when they pulled into a parking spot. ”Let her sleep, we’ll be stopping more frequently now anyway to walk around get the blood flowing,” Patty said, already out of the passenger’s seat. She could feel the heaviness of her wet underwear. She couldn’t be sure, but she fully believed they wouldn’t be able to hold more than another squirt or two. She was even more confident her bladder needed to empty itself fully in the immediate future. Patty on the verge of wetting her already soaked absorbent underwear, Bex struggling to figure out how to empty her pleasantly full bladder somewhere that isn’t a toilet, and Avery bound to eventually wake up in a rather dire situation - sounds like Part 2 is likely to be something special. 😁
  19. Allofman

    Uromofantasy

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  20. All was quiet in the Holy See of Ishgard, which was nothing to be surprised of at three bells in the morning. Of course, this didn't mean "Hilda's Hounds" rested on it's haunches; The militia was always vigilant, maintaining it's watch over the streets while the knights were off fighting wars on foreign soil. Regular patrols were made, especially at night, and on this night a midlander hyur had drawn the 'short straw' as it were. Loretta Mercer walked through the Jeweled Crozier, Ishgard's marketplace, with a carbine on her back, and mist in her breath from the cold. The light clack of sturdy thighboots against granite echoing along the empty street. The shops were, of course, closed at this bell, but if there was anyone there they would notice that the brisk-walking woman also had a stiffness to her movement, as well as a look of irritation or concern on her freckled features. "Seven hells, I knew drinking that flagon of ale at the Forgotten Knight before duty was a bad idea." She thought to herself. While the drink had dulled the cold of the night that had been commonplace over the past five seasons, it had quickly passed through the hyur's dainty body and filled her bladder. Stopping behind a closed stall, she took a moment to take a deep breath, a hand moving under her blue tunic to clutch at the front of her quartertights. A moment, two, and three, and she felt at least a little more confident she could make it through the rest of her patrol without drenching herself. Dignity aside, the warmth would be short-lived in this sheer cold, she knew. Continuing her march, she made it about a dozen more yalms before a pain caused her to stop and clutch herself, this time out in the open. She realized she was pushing herself too hard this time, and begrudgingly decided desperate times called for desperate measures... possibly even ones she would have arrested another for doing. Walking at a brisk pace, she located a small alleyway off to the side, with a crate left abandoned in it. Hastily rounding the crate, she lifted the hem of her tunic to unbutton her short breeches, before pulling them down to expose her sky blue panties. Suddenly, she heard voices from the street, and stopped... as much as it pained her. She was so close! In the dead silence of Ishgard's eternal winter, however, her stream would be audible even from the street for one with keen ears, and the last thing she needed was some pervert to discover her making water in public. Pressing her hand against the front of her panties, she shut her eyes, and listened to the conversation to distract herself from her burning need to release. It sounded like two men, gruff ones at that. "Any 'ounds around 'ere?" "No, not that I can see... and keep yer bloody voice down, would ye? You got the stuff?" A moment passed, and the rustle of cloth could be heard. "Quality somnus, grown down south in Thanalan by those refugees. Top quality." "Good. The Durendaire lordling will be pleased. Now get the sod outta here..." Normally, this would be exactly the situation that Loretta was out to deal with, but there was a far more dire problem facing her. Listening to the footsteps echo into the distance, she felt herself start to dribble, the front of her panties starting to darken and get damp. Once she felt it was safe, she practically tore the poor things down and unleashed. A hiss sounded from her tufted womanhood, a puddle quickly forming between her feet. Some of her pent-up pee splattered up on her thighboots, but there was nothing to be done... besides, the relief was -amazing-. After what felt like an eternity, her stream finally came down to a trickle, then a few droplets. The midlander opened her eyes, having shut them in bliss after holding for so long, to see steam rising from the sizable puddle underneath her into the frigid night air. Looking down she realized that the puddle had spread beyond her feet, making the soles of her boots soaked as well, to which she groaned. However, it seemed all of her clothes, even her panties which she loved dearly, were salvageable. For this she thanked Halone, the Fury for granting her mercy. Quickly standing and getting her panties and breeches back into place, she exited the alley and made her way back to the Forgotten Knight to write up a report. It seems there was a small drug trafficking ring springing up in Ishgard which would have to be dealt with. After that, the freckled girl would be hitting the pillow hard after such a long patrol. The next morning, there was a small incident.... a porter was attempting to clear an alleyway of an abandoned crate when they slipped on a small, oddly yellow patch of ice. Where the stray liquid had come from couldn't be discerned, but it wasn't the first time alleyways had become icy inexplicably... and it wouldn't be the last.
  21. 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
  22. I’ve honestly never encountered this before. I was fine during my SATS. My GCSEs weren’t an issue. A-levels? Fine. Am I weird then? Because I keep seeing people talking about how bad it can get during exams, but it’s just not an use for me. Even on 3-4 hour exams. And I normally drink during them too, I carry water with me everything. Probably the closest I’ve ever and to an exam desperation experience is from during my GCSE Chemistry, but even then I could’ve held it to the end, I just went to the bathroom because I didn’t want to stare at a finished paper for 20 minutes.
  23. I don't know how if anyone has seen or heard of a situation of girls being desperate to pee in a long bathroom line at school between classes, but this is the scenario I am about to describe. Suppose your middle school or high school school has a strict bathroom policy that says that you can't be late to a class more than once or twice per class per semester, and are only allowed maybe one or two bathroom passes per class per semester. So you are to use the facilities between classes, at lunch, before school, or after school. Depending on how many facilities your school has and how long passing time is, the bathroom lines may be too long to wait in line, do your business, and get to class on time, especially for the girls. What do you do? This scenario assumes that you are a girl and if you are late to your next class, you will get a 30 minute detention. Also, you can’t go to the bathroom during class or you’ll get charged with a tardy and have to serve a 30 minute detention. Asking the teacher to use the bathroom before class won’t work either, because you already used up any emergency bathroom passes you had during the semester (probably only had one or two anyway). This scenario assumes that class periods are 50 minutes long, there are five minutes between classes, and three stalls in each girls bathroom. There are two or three sets of bathrooms, but trying to navigate from one bathroom to the next if the line is too long probably won’t work because it will take time to get to the other bathroom, and the line may be just as long there. Also assume that you can’t use the boys restroom because the line is too long in the girls restroom. In addition, also assume that you can’t pee on the floor, in the sink, in the trash can, in a bottle, on the desk or table. Also, if there is a line, cutting in line is not allowed unless everyone ahead of you in line from the place you are to the place you want to cut into says okay (not very likely to happen). So basically, it comes down to waiting in line to pee (and probably being late), or possibly peeing your pants at some time within the next hour. Although doing #2 is a possibility, most of the focus is on #1 (peeing). Assume that it will take each girl at least a minute to do their business in each stall. 1) What would you do if you had to pee in the middle of class and your teacher told you couldn't leave, and you said it was an emergency and the teach told you it was a 30 minute detention if you left class to go to the bathroom? 2) Suppose your name is Tiffany and class periods are 50 minutes long, and you have 5 minutes between classes. You enter the girls bathroom about 2 minutes into the passing time, so you have 3 minutes left. Your next destination is probably about 30 seconds away. When you get into the bathroom, you see that there are 3 stalls all in use, and there are about 5 girls ahead of you in line. You are really desperate to pee and are probably about 5 minutes away from peeing your pants (10 minutes at most), because when girls have to pee, they usually can't hold it for ridiculously long periods of time the way boys might be able to. If you are late, or have to go to the bathroom during your next class, it's a minimum of a 30 minute detention. And asking the teacher first to use the restroom won't work. What would you do? (Note: Trying another bathroom probably won’t work because you’d have to come back down this way anyway to get to class, and the line is probably just long there). 3) Suppose your name is Emily and you are the girl right in front of Tiffany in line for the bathroom. Tiffany is practically in tears and asks you if she can cut in line. You could probably wait another minute or so, but it could be the difference between being on time or being late for class. You do kind of need to pee but could probably wait another hour if you have to. However, you’ll probably be very desperate towards the end of next period. What would you do? a. Let Tiffany cut in front of you in line, realizing that it might be the difference between her peeing her pants vs not, but also might be the difference between you getting to class on time vs late. b. Tell Tiffany that you can’t let her cut in line because you were there first and you have places to get to as well. c. Give up on waiting and go to class and hope for better luck next hour. In that scenario, you’ll get to class on time, but might be very uncomfortable halfway through the next period. Tiffany will have a slightly better chance of getting to class on time or not peeing her pants since you decided not to go. d. Other I'll stop right here and see what happens, because I only want to ask two or three questions at a time. 
  24. ding.xioping

    Impromptu Hold Yesterday

    Thought I would share my experience yesterday. I wasn't exceptionally hungry, so with my stomach empty, I decided around noon to do a hold. I had a 32oz tumbler full of water just to get things hydrated, and followed up with 4 cans of canned tea and soda in the next couple of hours. I could definitely feel the strong urge to go at 2:30. My wife messaged me and said she wanted to go to a local pub for dinner, so I left work about 4 to go pick her up. I NEEDED to pee at that point. But I am dedicated to my craft....so I get her to the pub and I immediately order a large IPA. It was difficult to drink it on a full bladder, but I got it down. About halfway through the meal, I couldn't hold it without embarrassing myself in public, so I excused myself to the men's room. Standing up out of the booth was torture. The heat and pain in my bladder started stretching up and down my torso, and with every step, I felt like I might dribble. But I made it to the men's room. Fortunately, there weren't many other patrons, so I had it to myself. I was kinda buzzed, so I fumbled a bit getting my zipper down. Since I find this thing arousing, my cock sprang from my underwear, once I got the access port aligned correctly. I'm not cut, so when I really need to pee, it heightens the experience if I roll my foreskin back. So I did, just as I lost control. A hard, clear stream erupted from me, blasting the urinal. It was one of those circular kinds, and it was mounted kind of low. So I had to be mindful not to lean back into this blessed experience of relief too much, lest I spray some outside of the target. So I just put my hand on the wall above the urinal, and bent forward, so the stream of piss would gurgle in the bottom of the urinal. I literally peed for over a minute. Enjoyed every single microsecond of it. Towards the end, I used my Kegel muscles to spurt the last few drops from my bladder and took a deep, relaxed breath for the first time in over 4 hours....
  25. Recently i've had the idea to do yoga with a full badder as ive heard it makes holding much more enjoyable. The problem is i don't know any yoga poses, seeing as i've never really done yoga before. Can you guys give me some poses that will make holding a challenge, and if possible pics and videos would be much appreciated.