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  1. The time I need translated is from 12:50-16:05. I think it’s Greek could be wrong.
  2. Posted this as a reply to Quackduck, but i'll add a new topic for anyone else that wants it Imocho Live Action Pee Scene.mp4
  3. A simple question really. What has been your best ever wetting experience? This could be a personal wetting that you had, or your partners, or one you witnessed which has stayed with you for a long time. It could even be a clip you saw online. Personally, my best ever wetting experience was a very long desperate hold I did over a year ago after meeting a friend for a few drinks at a local pub. I never planned to have a hold that night, so in a way the spontaneity of the whole event made it even more special. To cut a long story short, I met up with a friend to have some drinks and watch some live music yet it turned out to be one of the most incredible, wet and arousing experiences of my whole life. I ended up drinking far more than I had planned and staying out much later as well which ended in a very desperate walk back to my flat which resulted in a huge accident which I recorded as by that stage I was feeling drunk and naughty enough to do so!) To this day, I don't think I'll ever have another experience like it but my God it was a great night. Here's the link to the film I recorded together with a more detailed backstory of just what occurred that night...!
  4. I’m making a separate request thread than the one I made a month ago because I only got ones willing to write female for me. I want a MALE story. If you do it for me (based on an outline I provide) I will write whatever you want. Cartoon character, male, female, but must be appropriate so no extreme nudity, no sex, and nothing with minors. Ok? Comment here or PM me for details.
  5. I have the house to myself for about 8-9 hours on Saturday, what should I do? I'd like to have some desperation fun but I probably won't want to spend all 8 hours on it. Maybe I'll do some rapids. Any ideas for fun things that I'll be able to clean up easily/not at all? I can go out as well it doesn't have to be at home.
  6. I have really-really good female friend. We are not lovers, we have discussed the possibility at some point ,but decided that it might ruin things, so let it go. But we were very open with each other and at one point I confessed to her,that seeing girls desperate to pee is very erotical for me. After that she mentioned to me often when she had to pee,sometimes let me observe her take a piss or feel her bladder, and on few occasions did even more,like provoked conversations about peeing with other women. Katja was smaller girl, 168cm and 55 kilos, but actually had a really good bladder. The best day was when she gave me the gift for my 41th birthday. After a few years while she was away in a different city, we were coworkers again, and attended an conference in Norway. We were living in cabins, the conference was held in a central house . The main house was interesting. It had a maze of conference rooms, extremely difficult corridors, and a single public toilet. (evidently it was thought that most people in conferences live in the same building anyway,or it was designed by a desperation fan). Anyway, we had arrived the previous day, spent 6 hours reaching the place, one freeby for me in the airport (she glanced at the toilets in the airport and said , I kinda have to pee,but lets go get the taxi, I'll manage ). I asked her, how bad, she said that she definitely needs to pee,but its not urgent. And that was it for the arrival day. I was awoke early in the next morning. We had adjorning rooms, so when the knock came at 7a.m, I wasn't too surprised. Katja came in, hugged me,wished me happy birthday. She was already fully dressed with black dress and tights- and quite fidgety :) "Do you still have the plastic beer glass from yesterday?" , "yeah, why?" "Lets see if my bladder is still any good , I'm absolutely bursting, can you help me measure it?" . Of course I had the beer mug. By now she was actually dancing. We walked to the bathroom, the quickly grabbed the jug ,lifted her skirt, lowered panties and thights and started a massive pee. The stream was incredibly strong and she had trouble cutting it off when the 500ml glass was full. We quickly threw the contents away and the end results was 2 full and 3/4 of the third glass.. "uhh". She gave me a huge smile, straigthened her closes and said: "Lets head to the breakfast".
  7. The Interpreter

    Here is a story I wrote titled "The Interpreter". The story is about an interpreter at a conference that has consumed one too many coffees and desperately needs relief - too bad she is running late! I have a few other stories that I have written based on the same character (different travails, of course). Let me know what you think! -Max Moliere ------- The Interpreter Stephanie was under a lot of financial stress, trying to find work as an interpreter in busy Paris, a place already chock full of people fluent in many languages. Speaking German (and none too perfectly) turned out to be quite common in France and it had been weeks since her last callback. She was supplementing her meager income working in a pastry shop, but was still about to lose her apartment for lack of rent money. Then, out of the blue, an international non-profit hired her to be the interpreter for a conference presentation. They explained that their regular interpreter had left suddenly, and that a permanent position in Paris, for monthly conferences might be available; if she did well during this conference, she would be hired back and they would see how things went from there. On the day of the conference, she wore grey cotton full-back knickers, with white stockings under a heavy knee-length grey skirt, white blouse and frumpy blazer. A pair of open-toed high heels finished off the ensemble. “Very professional and yet invisible! Not flashy, but professional enough for the organizers to notice! And even some may think a bit on the sexy side!” she thought to her mirror, pleased. She grabbed a bagel and a pair of espressos at the café in the train station and started the long train ride from her suburban garret to the convention hall downtown. Once on the train, she immediately visited the beverage car, ordering her usual extra large coffee with cream and sugar; she was feeling hoarse and bought a liter of Perrier to bring with her to the conference. She finished off both beverages during her two hour trip (mostly spent reviewing her German dictionary for communication-related words and trying to stay awake) relishing the Perrier and remarking to herself that “the French are so refined even their water is better than everyone else!” The normally two hour train ride took forty minutes longer – the train ahead was experiencing mechanical problems – and Stephanie already felt that a visit the ladies room was probably in order. She hurried to the beverage car, but saw a long line around the tiny train WC, and as the train had started moving, she thought, “it really isn’t bad, I’ll go before the conference – they will have nicer restrooms there anyway.” When she got off the train, she found herself in a station with which she had no familiarity, unsure in which direction the convention hall lay. She walked a quarter of a mile in the wrong direction before finding her bearings and turning around. She rued the high heels as she walked briskly back the way she came along the uneven cobblestone street, trying desperately to make it to the conference on time, as she knew that it would ruin her chances of getting a follow-up job (let alone a permanent position) if the speaker was delayed on her account and everyone forced to wait (or be unable to understand the speaker for lack of a translator, which would be even worse). With a minute to spare she raced up the stairs in front of the convention hall. Thoughts of a restroom were far away from her thoughts as she confronted Mlle. Pinochet, the conference manager, at the top of the stairs pointing at her watch and giving her a look that told her she was already in trouble. “When I say the conference begins at 4 pm, and be there an hour early, I expect you to be there at 3. It is now less than five-minutes-to-four, there is no time to explain anything in detail. Follow me!” said Mlle. Pinochet, curtly. Stephanie followed Mlle. Pinochet up the stairs to the hall. The interpreter’s booth was near the back of the conference hall, open to the audience if they turned around. A high chair with a hard leather top and back were in the booth, along with a cheap oriental carpet; a single light overhead kept her visible, probably to make the conference look more impressively international – there was no reason she could not do this job from a booth behind stage, but conference organizers thought it looked impressive for some reason. She sat on the stool and put on the head piece and microphone, which was directly wired to the headphones used by the audience members via jacks at each of their tables, so they could hear her translate the speaker in real-time. “You will translate the MC for the first 20 minutes or so and then the first speaker. After the first speaker, there will be an intermission – find me in the conference hall office after. First floor right.” Mlle. Pinochet relayed, without emotion. As Stephanie sat down she remembered suddenly her entirely full bladder and her now strong desire to visit the ladies room. “Madamoiselle Pinochet, would it be possible for me to visit the ladies room real quick before the conference begins so that I may freshen up. I will only be a few minutes”, said Stephanie, professionally and without a hint that she really needed to go quite urgently. She prided herself on her composure and maintained a professional demeanor at all times. “she would certainly never in a million years guess how desperate I actually am to go, my face betrays nothing that I do not want it to!” she thought to herself haughtily, impressed by her own self-control and natural poise. “There is now no time, the MC is walking to the podium now” Mlle. Pinochet whispered sharply, as the audience grew quiet and the lights dimmed over the hall. “But madam!” whispered Stephanie, sharp and crisp, and now suddenly aware of a crackling in her headpiece, as the microphone went live just after her final plea. “Next time get here earlier!” said Mlle. Pinochet in a crisp goodbye, turning to head off to her office to watch the conference on the video feed and manage the speakers, annoyed that the translator had taken up her valuable and limited time. Stephanie turned and faced the conference, beginning her translation with the speaker's introduction, during which he thanked the conference staff and even specifically named Stephanie as the translator (obviously reading from a card and butchering the pronunciation of her difficult middle eastern last name), at which time the audience swung around and acknowledged her in her lighted booth, before again turning en masse to look at the podium. Translating is generally hard work, especially for Stephanie with her less-than-perfect German. But the MC was clear and easy to understand. “I got this. This conference will be a breeze and they are paying me $2500 for a single day with more work to come!” she thought excitedly. Followed immediately by, “But I really do need to pee, I wish I had used the restroom…how long did she say the MC would speak? 20 minutes? And then the main speaker – how long will he be? It cannot be longer than 40 minutes! I will go to the ladies at intermission. I’ve been in tougher situations than this.” Stephanie was bored by the first 15 minutes of the MCs remarks; other than the unexpected introduction, it was pablum about how great the organization organizing the conference was, fundraising goals achieved, etc. Very droll. But then the speaker said something which piqued her interest. “We will now lay out some of the technical aspects of our presentation equipment available here so that speakers in the audience can be ready for their group sessions, which will be held in the East Bay conference hall, rooms 17 through 30. After we dispense with the technical overview, Professor Zeissman, our keynote speaker will deliver the opening, finishing just before 530. We will then break for intermission and follow up with dinner and the remaining speakers until about 9 pm. Please enjoy the complimentary beverages and remember to have your parking ticket validated….” The MC droned on, but Stephanie was now nervous. Professor Zeissman would speak for a full hour after the MC? “I already need to go right now! A full hour! That will be a difficult feat!” She grimaced visually as she translated the words, thankfully unseen to anyone but the MC, who was not paying attention to her at all. She was now entirely all-too aware of her very full bladder. The wool of her skirt had stretched to accommodate the growing bulge in her abdomen. She continued translating, stifling the discomfort. She crossed her legs defiantly, showing maximum composure, appearing to pay full attention to her translating responsibilities and doing so without betraying even a hint of discomfort - the consummate professional. But still the MC droned on. Now nearly 20 minutes had gone by already and he was still going on about the technical limitations of the conference room computers. Stephanie was forced to uncross her legs to give her still-growing bladder room to extend, she moved to the edge of her seat, one foot forward of the other, bobbing against her chair. She struggled to translate the difficult technical jargon correctly, aware of how obvious a mistranslation would be to her tech savvy listeners. But still her mind was wandering back to her urgent need to use the restroom, and she missed a few words. At this point she knew she could hold it in, but translating needs concentration and she was aware that she was getting distracted by her… personal situation. As the translation wandered into computer-speak, Stephanie focused fully on the translation, allowing her feet to splay apart momentarily as she struggled to keep focus. She twisted her ankles nervously. Then she started arching her feet, subconsciously and not at all aware of what she was doing. “All conference computers utilize Windows NTFS floppy…file drive systems…as primary operating disk systems. Formats. but which are compatible with MacOS file systems when used with the provided Wet….” She stumbled. So distracted had she become following the translation that her control slipped. Immediately she was aware of it, crossing her legs quickly and stemming the flow. But there was no doubt what had happened – Stephanie had suffered a very small leak. During a momentary lapse of concentration, a few milliliters had trickled out - much less than a shot glass worth, but still undeniable. She was immediately thankful for her cotton knickers, which soaked up the entire mess without much effort. Had one been able to survey the damage, they would merely see a small dark patch - the size of a quarter - on the front of her cotton panties, barely enough to betray her little accident. “…WetJet Converter Pro software package.” She finished. She continued her translation, keeping her composure and looking not at the podium, but at the audience, to see if anyone had noticed. She was convinced that nobody had noticed anything of her slip up. But then she noticed a short, spectacled man in a handsome suit, probably in his early thirties or so, watching her from a dark corner table to her far right. Why was he watching her? Had he noticed, or was he just looking for the source of the obvious technical mistranslations and the awkward pause? She did not have time to ponder the man in the shadows much, as her mind continued to focus on her now partially burst bladder. She tightened her thighs together, thankful that the small accident had been stemmed in time. She put one hand up on her bladder, the other resting on her knee, and powered through the remainder of the MC’s remarks and the introduction to Professor Zeissman. During the pause and long applause from the audience as the professor mounted the stage to the podium, Stephanie pondered her predicament. Her thick cotton panties may have prevented any public hinting of her little accident, but the tiny wet patch between her legs had sapped her confidence. Her now moistened cotton gusset could only hold so much – what if she had been a few seconds later mustering control? What then? “But I wasn’t. I was in control nearly the entire time. Only for a moment did my concentration slip and then I was right back in control again” thought Stephanie, biting her lower lip.` Professor Zeissman took the stage and Stephanie began translating again. His speech was more difficult to understand, and she needed full attention to prevent falling behind. But there were long pauses for applause and to operate the slideshow presentation he was giving. Stephanie was already struggling to maintain composure, but the pauses were something she had not planned for. Each time, she was given a break of 30 seconds or so, her mind rushed to her overfull bladder, reviewing the many beverages she consumed over the course of the morning. Half of one espresso was now in her panties, the rest next in line straining her tight-clenched labia, her small hole pinched closed by the pressure of her thighs and the force of her will. The extra large coffee was now sitting in her abdomen, forcing her wool skirt to stretch to its limit. She prided herself on her professional demeanor and total composure. “Just an hour to go. I can manage…because I just have to.” These thoughts coursed through her head. And suddenly, the realization. What of the bottle of Perrier?! She had forgotten, but her body had not. At this moment her bladder was filling to its last, her kidneys aching for the space to send the rest. She realized that thighs alone would not stem what was coming – her hand moved to her bare thigh. She continued the translation, aware that hard as she squeezed, the pressure on her little round opening and her taught, rapidly tiring sphincter muscle was still growing. She put the heel of her hand against the hole and troopered on. it would have to hold. But it just wasn’t working. Maybe it was the carbonation in the Perrier, maybe the translation – whatever it was, her control was waning. Suddenly, she felt a contraction, her sphincter muscle began to spasm uncontrollably, she felt her labia dampen as a squirt came out – then another. And then two more. Lest she lost control entirely she moved to the edge of her seat, pushing the hard edge of the corner up from behind to bar her spasming little hole. She managed to block the flow – but only just barely. Four squirts was the remainder of the first espresso plus the entirety of the second. The gusset of her panties was overwhelmed and only the absorbing action of her panties saved her from public exposure. A wet spot the size of a queue ball soaked her crotch, the full backs covering her ample derriere were now soaked through. Twice she had lost control, the second time not from lapse of concentration – indeed it occurred, mercifully, during applause – but from her weakened will. She started translating again, knowing now that she was in big trouble. She put her hand up her skirt, desperate to regain control as she continued to power through the difficult translation. But she was no longer haughty. She knew now that the situation was desperate. “Has anyone noticed?” she wondered, noticing that the bespectacled man from the shadows whom she had seen before appeared to be watching her intently. She looked up at the clock, aware that she did not look entirely professional doing so. She was both wet and desperate now, and her translation was increasingly shoddy. At the next break for applause, her only thoughts were on her situation. “I need a toilet. Now. Please, I just need a toilet! That is all I am asking!” her eyes begged the stranger in the audience, now openly watching her none-too-private struggle. She looked down as she started back in on the translation, watching only the floor while she spoke the words as clear as possible. Her hand was now all the way up her skirt, pressed against her soaking drawers. This was it. She knew now that she had almost no chance. She should have run now and feigned illness, accepting the firing in exchange for sitting down on some cold white porcelain and releasing her gallons of pent up urine. But she did not. Her struggle continued, still private, since she was still translating, but increasingly it was evident to all in the audience that the translator was not quite right – maybe she was a little tipsy? They really shouldn’t let staff drink before these type of presentations… Stephanie was in agony. With two-and-a-half hours, her bladder was now full with 24 oz of coffee and 34 oz of water, a total of 54 oz; she was closing in on a half gallon with nowhere to go. At least not counting her already soaked gusset - which could take an ounce more… maybe two? She leaned forward, struggling now on two fronts – she struggled with the translation at the same time her thighs were quivering for release, her finger most inappropriately shoved up against her pee hole to hold back the inevitable. The last pint was delivered to her overfilled bladder. She suddenly realized that she desperately needed those two ounces. “It’s better that it happens by my own volition. I can control it that way, keep the damage to a minimum. I’ll just relieve the pressure a little until I reach the toilet. Two ounces will buy me at least 10 minutes. And nobody will notice such a small amount in this dim light” she bargained with herself. Stephanie glanced at the clock near the podium. 4:40. Twenty minutes to go. Ten minutes could make all the difference. So began a dangerous, desperate controlled released – only two ounces, maybe three. She began by just removing her hand from her crotch. She calmly called out the last line before a pause for a change of slides. Stephanie prided herself on her ability to maintain control, and this controlled release was to be no different. Nobody would even know, and she would gain the relief she desperately needed. “…and as you can see from chart A16, bridging……ahhh, the digital divide requires the transformation of conventional media modalities.” She sighed after “bridging”, as she opened her dam and let out a little bit. Slowly her panties moistened, as if she had sat in a puddle. She continued translating, occasionally pausing and breathing noticeably heavily. And then she cut it off, tightening the muscle and cutting off the flow, she pushed her thighs together and put both hands up her skirt. All hands on deck. The man in glasses was staring at her boldly, a sly smile on his face. She could not see his eyes, but they were on her and she knew it. She was acutely aware of her predicament - that the tops of her stockings were visible, and that she had both hands up in her crotch, her pale white thighs, full and curvy, exposed for anyone to see. Stephanie had dearly purchased her 10 minutes. The pint of Perrier was now entirely in her bladder and she could feel a cold drip on the backs of her thighs. The last accident, however intentional, had soaked her bottom thoroughly and directly into her skirt. The rest was deflected down by the hard leather chair to her thighs, soaking into the tops of her stockings – just enough absorption to save the carpet. The man in the spectacles moved closer and stared at her intently from the shadow on her right, standing now, a cigarette in one hand. Her eyes fell to his black, shell cordovan shoes, finely crafted, obviously expensive. The speaker continued and Stephanie bit her lower lip, trembling, desperately trying to translate but missing entire sentences. “I can’t hold it any longer! I need a toilet! NOW! Emergency! Emergency!” screamed her brain. Her arms went to her sides as she held her thighs together to fend it off, now at the very edge of her seat. To her credit, she gave it a noble try. But in the end, the inevitable happened. “….and so, a huge quantity of data is effectively stored in a very small space….::cough::....excuse me”, Stephanie said irregularly. The thought of small space gave her a pause, she coughed as she felt a moistening, quickly shut off with much effort. “….in a very small space, ah, which ah, confines the data into a streaming………………….ah, into streaming data. “ When she mouthed the word “streaming” she lost it for about five seconds. A torrent let loose, streaming down the seat and hitting the floor at her heels, noticeably. The spectacled man in the shadow smiled on. “”Free from the constraints of traditional limitations on speed and volume ahhh, download….ah, they can ah, that is, one…” she made it only a little further before losing control again, wetting for a full ten seconds of awkward pauses and barely audible (but still audible) sighs and moans. “…one can imagine the full benefits of streaming data to listen at any point, whether in the car, at the office, or even from the bathroom ………. ahhhhhhmmmnnn! Even from, ummm, even from the bathroom toilet…………………………..I can’t, umm, ohhhhh!” This was it – when she heard it in German, she had no chance to translate “bathroom toilet”. In that moment, every last defense gave way – her thighs opened, her labia quivered and split, and her hole, holding on by sheer willpower, was utterly shattered by a single word. The tortured little hole opened up and a stream came out, full and strong. In an instant her skirt was soaked; two pints streamed down and fell to the floor in a loud torrent. Stephanie was humiliated. She got up, turned around and faced the wall as the torrent became an uncontrollable river, the headphones fell down, now picking up the rush of pee whizzing out of her under such pressure. She soaked everything. There was no thought of stopping now. People turned around and pointed, some laughed and others cried out. Stephanie peed and peed, not even considering stopping once she was broken – a long, uninterrupted stream followed for nearly a minute, soaking the back of her skirt while she panted and apologized. “I’m sorry. Ahh…mmmm! Yeahhhh. I couldn’t hold it….I, uh, mnnnnnnn, really needed the restroom, but, ah..mmnnn, ok, good, ok, yeah. I ..I’m sorry.” The man in the spectacles kept his phone up the entire time, taking in the scene to enjoy again later perhaps. Then he put out his cigarette and he was gone. Stephanie stopped peeing and jumped out of the booth running for the bathroom, humiliated. She would not get the long term job she had hoped for, indeed her adventures in Paris were now over.
  8. [Commission] Long Meeting (Part 1)

    From the album My Art

    Do you want a omorashi drawing of some special character? Contact and ask me! I make commissions for around $5. You can see more on my Deviantart page: https://papergami.deviantart.com/
  9. It was by user named Heather 4d I think? But the video is like two minutes and has a girl in gray pants and orange top waiting outside her bathroom. Mambo italiano song plays in background and she squirms basically for two minutes and faints at end. It’s not on YouTube it seems anymore. Anyone know another place or have it on file?
  10. Hi, as some of you may have noticed I've been highly active and bursting a lot in the past days. It was around 20:00 yesterday when I peed, also after a big hold and bursting. I have casually drank a few glasses of cola whilst doing things around the house and by 10 PM I was in bed, watching some Netflix for about 2 hours till the point that I was feeling I'm falling asleep. By that time it was already 4 hours since my last pee and I started feeling that I could use some relief, but it wasn't anything worse than just a noticeable sensation. I was also kind of tired and lazy to leave the bed and after some small debating I realized that I can make it trough the night without loosing control and for sure I'd be waking up to a nice bursting morning. So I just left Netflix going and closed my eyes. I woke up and it's 11 AM. (11 hours later). The first thing that I realize when I open my eyes is that I need to go really bad. I have quite a big bulge, not yet rock solid but definitely uncomfortable and pressing. After laying in bed for a little while and playing with my bladder (rubbing, pushing, sqeezing, pressing) I decide to get out of bed. I walk right past the bathroom and directly in the kitchen where I lit up my first cigar and turn on the coffee machine. For the next 3 hours I drink a big latte, a big glass of cola, a glass of water, another latte and a glass of wishkey cola, everything totaling in excess of 1.5L on top of my already bulging bladder. I could feel my bladder expanding more and more, pushing outwards on all sides, the pressure building up, my bladder turning rock solid and pee starting to push itself down the tube. It was a very long, very intense and highly enjoyable experience that became harder and harder to control, but to good to want to let go. It is about 2:30PM now (about 18.5 hours since my last pee) and I could start feeling a lot of pressure down all the way to my penis and the urge really trying to push the steam of pee out of my body. After some squirming around and planning the environment (I am not alone in the house) I start recording a video. My bladder is rock solid, insanely bulged, spasming and can feel my skin as it's stretched out and way more sensitive to the touch, which made me burst even more when pressing, scretching or massaging it, but also a huge turn on that I just couldn't resist not to do. After getting a bit of joy out of my huge bulge (and frantically trying not to leak at the meantime) I chalenge myself to stand still with my legs spread apart. I manage to do that for quite over a minute before I frantically grabmyself to stop a leak from coming out. I go to my room, lay on my bed and get the most joy I can get from my bulging bladder without loosing control. I very gently on my teeniee tops get out of bed, squirm my way trough the kitchen where I frantically try to hang on just a bit longer trough some smoking whilst the mind-over-body battle becomes overwhelming. After my first spurt, I make way for myself to the bathroom. I frantically try to hold on to the flow for as long as I can. I can feel like exploding, the pee pushing itself with more and more pressure down the tube. It feels so awesomely good and excruciatingly bad at the same time. I squeeze and hold as well as I can, but spurts start escaping my pee hole no matter how hard I try to prevent that from happening. The wet soaky spots suround my underwear and my pants, making everything a ton more arousing and enjoyable, whilst still holding back the huge bulge from releasing. I manage to hang on to the leaks for some minutes whilst enjoying my damp until the bladder spasms and pressure become so intense that I can't stop the leakage and end up massively flooding my pants till they are fully soaked along with my socks and a puddle to go with that. That release felt simply godlike. If you want to see the video of the struggle above, it is available here. Definitely one of the biggest bulges that I remember having. Let me know what you think :-) Happy squirming everybody
  11. female The Wife Who Had To Hold It

    I posted this story at another board and the people there liked it and asked me to write more, so I thought it worth posting here. It started out originally as a short story based on an idea I had, but it quickly became much longer than the under 1,000 word story I was originally intending to write. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #1) My wife, Kate, and I were both big conservationists. We also lived in an area that had frequent droughts, and was frequently very hot outdoors. The frequent hot days, as well as how frequently me and Kate were outdoors, met me and Kate drank a lot of water to stay hydrated. It wasn't unusual for either of us to drink 2 half a liter bottles of water an hour, which of course made us both have to pee pretty frequently after a while. Kate had a much stronger bladder then me however. Kate was such a big conservationist that despite all the water she drank to stay hydrated, Kate used the toilet no more than 3 times a day in order to save water on toilet flushes. My wife frequently tried to encourage me to cut down on my uses of the toilet each day to. We had a high efficiency flush toilet that used only 1.28 gallons of water per flush. But urinals did use even less water, less than 0.5 gallons a flush. So a while ago I convinced Kate to agree to have me install a urinal in our bathroom to help us save water & money. Kate though insisted from the start that she would never use the urinal. "You can use the urinal to save water on your flushes honey, but us girls have to sit down on a toilet seat to pee. I'd make a huge mess if I tried to use a urinal" Kate had told me. But the idea of watching my wife use the urinal turned me on big time, no matter how much Kate insisted that she would never do so. "Kate the urinal uses only a third of the water as our regular toilet" I frequently said. "Just think of all the water you'd conserve if you learned how to use it without making a mess. There's guides on the Internet to teach women like you how to pee standing up, and there's even devices like the SheWee you can buy". Kate however would often counter this by replying "Karl, you use the urinal a lot more then I use the toilet. Just imagine how much water you could save if you limited yourself to 3 or less trips to the toilet a day like I do". At the time I started pestering my wife about the urinal I was using the toilet around 8 times a day, and I pissed a gusher each time because of all the water me and Kate drank in a day. I decided after a while that taking my wife's suggestion of cutting down my trips to the bathroom might help get Kate to take my suggestion at using the urinal. So over a 6 month period I worked on holding it in longer and getting a much stronger bladder. Kate however still stubbornly refused to use the urinal during that time, not even using it once just to try it out. Eventually our stalemate ended unexpected one day when I pestered Kate about the urinal yet again. Instead of replying with her usual response, Kate replied with a different solution for us to save more water. "I'll tell you what Karl" she said, "since you're right that my toilet flushes use 3 times the water as yours I'll only use the toilet once for every 3 times that you do from now on". Stunned by my wife's different answer, I replied "Kate I'd be thrilled with such a compromise, but can you really hold it that long all the time". By that point, thanks to Kate's urging, I was getting closer to needing the urinal only 3 times a day. "You'd be holding it in almost all day Kate, and you drink several gallons of water a day". "Of course I can hold it" Kate answered with a hint of impatience. "You know I'm a strong girl who's always had an iron bladder that's much stronger than yours Karl. I can wait as long as your trips to the urinal make me, even with my strong thirst not allowing me to cut back on my drinking. If you manage to start taking even less frequent trips to the urinal then your current 3 to 4 pisses a day then I'll just have to tough it out and wait longer, and we'll conserve even more water, I won't complain". "So this is also your way of encouraging me to wait even longer in between using the urinal" I replied. Me and my wife didn't conserve water just from being conservationists, we were both turned on by each other holding it for as long as we could. "Well of course Karl" answered Kate with a grin. "I've been urging you to hold it in longer and longer and use the urinal less frequently for months now. So it's only fair that I put my money where my mouth is and cut down on my own trips to the toilet to". Naturally I liked this solution, and I decided it was good reason to train myself to use the urinal just once a day. Just the thought of having the power to make Kate's bladder crack if I could take as few pisses as possible made me excited. I'm sure the thought of how desperate I was going to let myself get before I finally used the urinal from now on also turned Kate on. "There's just one more condition I want to add to this" I said before agreeing. "If my infrequent trips to the urinal prove to be too much to you, you can always use the urinal to relieve yourself whenever you want to Kate". I knew full well that Kate would never use the urinal, unless it was a choice between the urinal or pissing herself when her iron bladder finally couldn't hold it back any longer. Kate smirked and giggled in response "if you insist then fine. But like I said before Karl, I'm a tough woman, and you're never going to get me so desperate that I'd consider using the urinal. Nor will you ever see me piss myself because I can't hold it back any longer. You know full well what an iron bladder I have". Kate's confidence that I couldn't best her iron bladder even under these rules rigged against her only made me more determined to try. From that day on Kate had to cut her visits to the toilet down from her usual two to three times a day to just once a day. And as she bragged earlier Kate didn't cut down on her frequent drinking of water either, she still drank several gallons of water a day. I tried to keep up with my normal water intake to, though Kate still gave me more frequent reminders then previously to stay hydrated. By the evenings when Kate hadn't peed for nearly 24 hours, and had downed at least 2 gallons of water throughout the day, it started to become a regular thing for Kate to be sitting with her legs crossed and fidgeting at least mildly in desperation. Yet even that didn't stop Kate from casually downing yet more bottles of spring water. Also true to her bragging Kate never complained once about her bladder even when she hadn't peed in over 24 hours. Nor did Kate suggest I visit the urinal more frequently, or show any signs that she was seriously considering using the urinal herself. But this was only during the first week of our long challenge. I was determined to greatly increase the pressure on my wife's bladder in the coming months until I finally bested her iron bladder. ===== (The Wife Who Had To Hold It, Part #2) My last story took place a year ago. Since then my own bladder has gotten much stronger, but so has my wife Kate's. This morning, a Monday, I woke up to our alarm at 7 AM incredibly desperate with a very full bladder that I hadn't emptied in over 24 hours. Me and Kate had drank a lot of soda at the movies last night, and of course because we liked to stay hydrated in our hot climate me and Kate had drank a lot of water throughout the day yesterday to. By my count I had drank around two and a half gallons yesterday, while Kate had drank a bit over 3 gallons, which was more than usual for her, but not by much. Kate was just waking up beside me as I got out of bed and rushed to the urinal to piss. Kate, with her rock hard bladder bulge clearly visible from several days of holding it and lots of drinking would have loved to sit on the toilet next to the urinal and join me in the relief of a morning piss. But this was only my 2nd pee since Kate's last one, 2 and a half days ago. That met my wife still had a lot more waiting to go before she could take her piss. Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for Kate, our bathroom was right across our bedroom. The urinal and toilet were both clearly visible from the open door. I was in such a desperate hurry to pee that I didn't even close the bathroom door. So from where Kate sat up in bed she had a clear line of sight of me standing at the urinal. Kate watched from the bedroom as I whipped my desperate penis out and started to piss a gusher into the urinal. Through the open bathroom door I heard a groan escape from Kate's lips as I started to piss. I glanced over at Kate and saw her looking away from me and my piss, with a strained look on her face. Kate was fidgeting around in bed and gripping her pussy, likely suffering from some bladder spasms due to my loud gusher of piss going on just 15 feet away from her. I grinned, my prideful Kate liked to pretend to be the lady with the iron bladder who never needed to pee. But even she was human enough to flinch at my piss when she was this desperate, Kate had last peed Friday evening at 9 PM, 58 hours ago. I sighed in relief as the gusher from my penis finally ran out several minutes later, and flushed the urinal. When I left the bathroom feeling quite relieved I smiled at Kate, who seemed to have recovered by now from hearing my loud morning piss. Kate was standing with her arms crossed and her legs spread what was surely an uncomfortable distance in her desperate state. Kate knew I had heard her groan, and saw her squirm like a girl about to piss herself. Kate was trying to put up her tough girl act for her wounded pride, to make up for her moment of weakness when I pissed in front of her. Kate tried to stand before me like her bladder didn't have a care in the world, but one glance at Kate's rock hard bladder bulge clearly said otherwise. I reminded her "that was my 2nd trip to the bathroom since your last piss Kate, one more and then you can pee to. I hope you can make it, you looked like you were at the end of your rope struggling to contain yourself a few minutes ago while I was pissing away". Kate's proud face frowned for a moment, revealing a glimmer of concern, before she hid her concern behind her pride again. "No, I'm good now Karl. My bladder just had a slight moment of weakness after just waking up. And my pussy got jealous during that moment of weakness at the sight of your penis taking a morning piss, since I've been holding it for 58 hours now. But don't worry, I can keep holding it as long as I need to. I won't let myself show signs of weakness again Karl". "We'll see about that Kate" I replied. "You've got a long day of work ahead of you, and it's going to take a lot of hours until I'm full enough to need to pee again. Who knows how much longer you're still going to have to wait. Just remember, you can always give up and use the urinal whenever you want to". Kate to her credit didn't flinch at my taunting, even with her legs still spread an uncomfortable distance with her full bladder. "Karl there's no need to threaten to wait a while to keep me waiting a while longer. I know full well you're going to keep me waiting at least another 24 hours for a much needed piss, maybe even longer". Kate paused for a moment to put up a grin and gently rub a hand over her rock hard bladder bulge. "I'm a tough woman, and a tough wife, I can wait as long as your bladder can make me to take a piss. And for the last time, I'm not taking your get out of jail free card by using the urinal". With that me and Kate began to get dressed for the day. Kate grabbed her usual outfit for a day at work, a black women's pants suit. Under normal circumstances with an empty bladder Kate's pants suits fit just fine, but with a 2 and a half day full bladder I knew all her pants suits were sure to be tight around her already rock hard bladder bulge. While I put my own clothes on I kept an eye on my wife dressing herself. Kate to my surprise didn't even flinch as she pulled her tight pants suit on over her bladder bulge, tightened her belt, and locked her belt buckle. The belt especially surely made Kate's tight clothing press down uncomfortably on her bulging bladder. Kate finished off her outfit by slipping a pair of high heel's on her feet that while fashionable, surely made walking much more painful on her nearly bursting bladder. But despite all the uncomfortable clothing, Kate looked up at me casually after she had finished dressing, looking unconcerned about the added pressure her tight clothing and high heels put on her surely aching bladder. We headed to our kitchen to have some breakfast before heading to work. I got out a large 3 liter pitcher of spring water out poured out a large glass of water for each of us, and set the table, while Kate prepared breakfast. By the end of breakfast our large pitcher was completely dry after me and Kate had each downed 3 glasses of water with breakfast, which was pretty normal for us. Me and Kate both worked for the same company, it was a very large corporation in a very large office building. Neither of us worked in the same part of the building however, so outside of lunch breaks and occasional meetings together, we rarely saw each other at work. Our jobs also at times required one of us go out in the field to visit clients some days, today however wasn't one of those days, which met me and Kate could carpool to work together. As usual I was the one who drove, while Kate grabbed a fresh bottle of water to drink during the ride in. Me and Kate arrived at work shortly before 9 AM. Kate kissed me goodbye before we went our separate ways to our own offices at opposite ends of the building. I had expected to go out for lunch with Kate at 1 PM later that day, but shortly before 11 AM my phone buzzed with a text from Kate. "Can't do lunch today, work meeting to prepare 4 important client tomorrow". I sighed, disappointed I wouldn't get to see Kate at lunch. I knew Kate, like me, was drinking a lot of water and coffee at her desk, despite her 62 hours without a bathroom break. I had been looking forward to seeing if my prideful wife could continue to hold her bursting bladder at lunch without squirming around or gripping her crotch in a sign of her desperation as she had bragged earlier. But then I realized what Kate's text message met about her schedule at work tomorrow. Kate would likely be busy in meetings all day with whoever her important client was. I was also determined to continue holding it into tomorrow. Realistically I thought I could last until around lunch time tomorrow without a piss, which met Kate would have to keep holding it until at least noon tomorrow, over 3 and a half days without a piss for Kate. And then I knew Kate tended to really hate using public toilets, including the ones at work, so she'd probably hold it till she got home. The frown on my face turned to a big grin as Kate's text message gave me an idea to prepare for tomorrow. On my computer I brought up our company's calendar app. In the app I checked our list of expected visitors tomorrow, and what their schedules were. I also checked the list of who was going to be out of the office tomorrow visiting a client at their site. After reading the lists I grinned when I realized the evil idea my mind was hatching would work. I pulled my phone back out to text a response to Kate. "OK, see u after work Kate, love u". After sending my text to Kate I got up from my desk and went to do a few things to prepare for tomorrow. Over at Kate's office, despite Kate's pride and her promise to be strong and to not let her bursting bladder show any weakness, no one was watching her. So Kate was crossing her legs and squirming around in desperation behind her desk for all she was worth. But despite her bursting bladder, Kate was so engrossed in her work that she was surprised when the meeting reminder popped up on her computer 15 minutes before noon. Kate glanced at the side of her desk where she kept her empty drink containers, and counted 2 coffee cups and 4 bottles of water. Kate grimaced as her bursting bladder unexpectedly spasmed in desperation when she realized she had already drank over a gallon of water and coffee so far today, and she hadn't peed in nearly 63 hours. Kate's tight pants suit and belt only made things worse for her, applying more pressure on her rock hard bladder bulge, refusing to let it expand despite all Kate had drank so far today. Kate gripped her crotch with both hands and rocked back and forth in her chair for a moment as she waited for her bladder to calm down. After a few minutes when Kate was convinced her bursting bladder had calmed down enough for her to handle, she grabbed her laptop and got up to head to her meeting. But Kate nearly grimaced in pain after just a few steps, as her spasming bladder reminded her how painful it was to walk in high heels with a bladder as bursting full as hers was. Kate's meeting was a long one, starting with a work lunch at noon, and continuing until quitting time at 5 PM. Kate knew she couldn't fidget around in desperation in her meetings, but she was sure that her bursting bladder would calm down again when she got to sit down at the meeting. So my prideful wife was completely confident that she wouldn't let herself show any weakness to her co-workers as she arrived at the meeting early and sat down. Still, Kate was nervous about meeting with her important client tomorrow, and Kate always found herself drinking more water & coffee than usual when she was nervous. A glance at her empty drink containers from this morning had told Kate that she was already drinking more than usual today. Kate knew that she hadn't peed in over 63 hours by now, and she knew her rule that she had to hold it until my 3rd piss likely met she wouldn't be able to piss at least until tomorrow morning. Kate tried to put a conscious effort on cutting back on her heavy drinking a bit to try to stop her bursting bladder's complaints from getting even worse. Yet as Kate's 5 hour meeting continued to drag on, Kate's nerves continued to get the better of her judgment. By 5 PM when the meeting and workday were finally over Kate had drank another 7 bottles of water and 1 more cup of coffee during her meeting. Kate quietly cursed her lack of self control as she realized she had already drank a second gallon of water today, with the entire evening still to go before bedtime. It had been nearly 3 days (68 hours to be exact) since Kate had been able to relieve her bursting rock hard bladder by now. With an effort, Kate slowly got up from her chair, hoping that standing in her high heels wouldn't set off more spasms from her desperate bladder. Kate sighed in relief as none came when she was standing, and started to carefully head towards the main entrance to meet me and go home for the day. From my end, today had been a very productive day, as I had succeeded in making all the necessary arrangements for my evil idea I got earlier from Kate's text message. I had also been drinking a lot of water and coffee throughout the day, as I usually did, but not as much as Kate had. I had drank 2 cups of coffees and 8 bottles of water throughout the entire 8 hour workday. I had a definite urge to piss by now, but thanks to all of my practice over the last few years, heavily encouraged by Kate, I could easily handle it without an issue. Kate was already at the main entrance of the building when I got there. Before Kate saw me coming I noticed Kate had her legs pressed close together, rubbing them back and forth in a subtle sign of her desperation after 68 hours without a piss. My prideful wife stopped this immediately when she saw me coming, and walked out to our car with me. On the way out I grabbed a bottle of water for myself and Kate for the ride home without asking. I thought for sure Kate would at least let a small grimace show on her face after she was rubbing her legs together like that just a moment ago. But to her credit Kate's pride made her give me a big smile and thank me as she accepted the bottle of water and took a sip from it. Me and Kate piled into the car, with me driving. In the back of my mind I wondered if Kate's rock hard bladder bulge had gotten even bigger from all her drinking today. But after a quick glance at Kate I realized Kate's tight pants suit and belt prevented her bladder from bulging out any farther. The added pressure on Kate's bladder must have been getting immense after all the additional water and coffee she's had today I realized. Yet my prideful Kate, true to her word, merely crossed one leg loosely over the other in a natural position. Not even with her tight pants suit and belt making things much more difficult on her would Kate show weakness in her bladder to me while she knew I was watching. On the way home we made small talk for a while, and Kate began to tell me some about the important client she was meeting for much of the day tomorrow. "So I'm afraid we won't be able to have lunch together again tomorrow Karl" Kate told me as she summed up her schedule for tomorrow. Me and Kate were always disappointed when we had to go to lunch separately, so Kate expected me to be disappointed. I put on an Oscar winning performance as I replied to Kate "well, it turns out it's probably better your client is visiting tomorrow over another day". Kate got a confused look on her face, and asked me "what do you mean Karl"? "It turns out I won't be in the office tomorrow Kate, so we couldn't have lunch together anyway even if you were available that day. I've got to go out in the field with a different client tomorrow. It was supposed to be Fred who was going instead of me, but Fred got a really nasty flu over the weekend, and I was the next best person they had available". Most of that was true, except I had volunteered for the job, I wasn't chosen for being the next best option. Kate was silent for a moment as she realized the implications of this. She wasn't able to hide the disappointment in her voice when she finally replied "well I guess that means we both have to drive separately tomorrow". I nodded my head, Kate hated driving when she hadn't peed in over 2 days, let alone over 3 and a half days like it would be tomorrow morning. "Maybe it's for the best anyway, I can't guarantee I'll be finished with my client and able to leave on time at 5 PM tomorrow, if things don't go well". I grinned inwardly at how my ideas for tomorrow might go even better than expected after what Kate had told me. Not being able to go to work with Kate, and observe her in the car to see if she could manage not to fidget in desperation like mad was a downside to my ideas for tomorrow, but it was a necessary sacrifice for my plan. I got me and Kate home shortly before 6 PM, with Kate having managed to maintain her composure the entire ride home without showing any signs of weakness. Still, I knew my prideful wife Kate was dying to use the toilet after going 69 hours without urinating a single drop. But of course I had still not taken my 3rd piss since Kate's last one. So rushing inside and racing to the bathroom to use the toilet she so desperately needed simply wasn't an option for my wife due to her pride I watched as my prideful Kate got out of the car and stood on her painful high heels without flinching at the extra pressure it added to her nearly bursting bladder. Kate somehow managed to walk through our front door while continuing to maintain her composure and not let herself squirm in desperation. The first thing Kate did when she walked through the front door was kick off her painful high heels. Kate breathed an audible sigh of relief as one of the things pressuring her bursting bladder while she stood up went away. I'm sure Kate was very tempted to also undo her tight belt and change out of her tight pants suit into something more comfortable. Kate often worse loose fitting jeans and tee shirts on the weekends, which were much kinder on a rock hard bursting bladder like Kate had now. However, Kate had never bothered changing out of her work clothing into something more comfortable after work before, except when we went out somewhere fun in the evening. So my prideful Kate obviously knew I'd view it as a sign of weakness, and call her out on it if she changed into something more comfortable to make it a bit easier on her desperate bladder. The first thing me and Kate started to do once getting home was prepare some dinner, and turn the TV on so we could listen to the news from the kitchen. While we waited for our dinner to cook I grabbed a large 3 liter pitcher of spring water from the fridge, and poured out a large glass for each of us. Kate gladly accepted the glass of water without hesitation and downed nearly a third of it right away. Since taking her high heels off Kate had seem to become a lot calmer and more confident about the state of her bladder. Or maybe Kate's pride made her want to down her drink faster to try to prove to me how unaffected she was by her desperate bladder. By 7 PM our dinner had been cooked and eaten, and our 3 liter pitcher and large glasses had been completely drained. The surprising part about the glasses though was who drank how many cups. Normally me and Kate each drank 3 glasses of water when we drained a 3 liter pitcher in one sitting. But Kate had proven more thirsty then I was, drinking 2 glasses before our meal was done cooking, and then drinking another 2 during dinner. Sitting across from me at the kitchen table, Kate remained outwardly calm and confident despite the 70 hours she'd now gone without a piss, and the 2 liters of water she'd just drank. But I knew without looking that Kate was squirming and crossing her legs around in desperation under the table. And I knew that the pressure being applied to rock hard bladder bulge, which was still cruelly unable to expand due to Kate's tight clothing and belt, was only getting worse after all the water she had just drank. "Shall we kill the last few hours before bed playing some videogames" I asked Kate. It was one of the things we often did in the evenings together. Me and Kate both had our own computers and computer desks side by side in the living room, meaning Kate could hardly squirm around in her chair without me noticing. The reason we set our computers up this way however, was that we could play online multiplayer games together without the need for headsets or shouting across the room to communicate with each other in game. "Sure" replied Kate, "want to play some Heroes of the Storm matches as Cho'Gall?". For those who don't know, Heroes of the Storm is a MOBA game (Multiplayer Online Battle Arena), and Cho'Gall is a two headed character that takes two people to play, and required a lot of coordination between both players. Cho'Gall was me and Kate's my favorite hero, Kate normally played the Cho (who controlled where the hero moved), and I normally played the Gall. I grinned at Kate's choice of games, no game would make me notice Kate being shall we say 'distracted' from her bursting bladder like a game of HOTS as Cho'Gall. While we booted up our computers and waited for the game to load, I grabbed another 3 liter pitcher of spring water from the fridge, poured us both a large glass, and set the pitcher down between us. We played Heroes of the Storm as Cho'Gall for nearly 3 hours until 10 PM. Me and Kate each drank 3 glasses of water and completely drained the 3 liter pitcher during that time. I was beginning to feel the urges from my bladder a lot more since the end of work, now 15 hours since I had my morning piss. It was beginning to get to the point where I was tempted to openly squirm around in my seat in desperation, and I did start to the last hour, to let Kate know how full I was starting to get. But I was still well in control of my bladder, and unfortunately for Kate, able to last a lot longer still. Kate on the other hand started out strong in our games, but began to become noticeably more fidgety from time to time at her desk. Kate was constantly adjusting her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position, even though she knew none would help her real issue. Yet Kate bravely continued to hold on, and rarely allowed herself to grip her crotch. As the hours went by Kate's performance did decline, but surprisingly not by much. Still, by the time 10 PM rolled around, and we finished our last match, Kate was clearly eager to get out of her tight clothing. Kate announced she was going to take a shower, and hurried out of the room before I could say more than "ok". Once in the bathroom safely behind the closed door where Kate knew I couldn't see her grip herself and squirm in desperation, Kate hurried to unsnap her belt buckle. At first the belt buckle refused to snap open, and Kate despaired at the pressure it continued to apply to her so aching so exhausted bladder. Then Kate pushed down harder on the snap with both her hands, at first Kate felt pain as her pressing on the belt snap pushed it harder against her rock hard bladder bulge. But then Kate felt immediate relief as the buckle snapped open, and her rock hard bladder bulge could finally expand a bit. Kate breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped the belt off, and then pulled her too tight pants to the floor. When Kate finished fully undressing herself she sighed in relief as the pain in her bladder eased somewhat now that she finally had nothing pressing painfully down on her rock hard bladder bulge. Kate stood naked before the bathroom mirror, admiring her rock hard bladder bulge she had held back for 73 hours now, over 3 whole days. Kate's bladder bulged out nearly 3 inches by Kate's estimate. It was one of the biggest bladder bulges the prideful Kate had ever seen herself have. The prideful part of Kate's mind beamed in joy at how close she was getting to tying to her record largest bladder bulge ever. It wasn't much of a surprise though when Kate thought back to her day, and realized after doing the math that she had downed around 3.4 gallons of water and coffee in just the last 15 hours. Plus Kate had downed around 2.5 and 3 gallons the previous two days during the weekend she recalled. Kate bit her lips nervously and wondered how she would ever get through work tomorrow with her bladder already holding nearly 9 gallons. Kate knew she had been drinking more today because she was nervous about meeting with the client and drank to help cope with her nerves. Kate feared her nerves were bound to be even worse tomorrow when in the presence of the client. It simply wasn't an option for Kate to openly fidget or pee dance in front of the client, or worse yet finally losing her iron grip over her bladder for the first time in her life right in front of the client. Kate glanced away from the mirror and to the side at the urinal she would never use despite her husband's 'pee any time' exception. Beyond the urinal Kate's eyes stared at the inviting white toilet bowl with the lid up and seat down, waiting for her to plop herself on it and open her pussy's flood gates. Kate shuddered violently for a moment as a larger wave of desperation hit her at the sight of the tempting relief of the toilet bowl, so close to her after 73 hours of holding it in. But despite the wave of unimaginable desperation, Kate gripped her bladder's iron sphincter muscles down as hard as she could, and refused to leak a single drop as the wave of urgency passed. Because the lovely white toilet bowl was looking so tempting to her right now, Kate plopped the lid down to try to try to hide it's temptation. Then Kate looked away from the toilets, and went to take her shower. The shower wasn't the easiest thing on Kate with her bladder so full either, but it was still a lot easier then wearing the tight clothing and belt Kate had been in earlier, so she bore it without complaint. Many would have been tempted with such a painfully full bladder like Kate's to pee in the shower, but Kate's pride wouldn't let her. Plus Kate thought the idea of peeing in the shower was disgusting. While she bathed herself, Kate couldn't stop herself from thinking about me, and how she had seen me start to fidget around at the desk after 15 hours without a piss. She thought about how much water and coffee I must have had today that I was holding back. Though she knew it would no doubt be extra difficult on her bladder that hadn't peed in over 73 hours, Kate was already getting turned on by the thought of full bladder sex with me before bed. Kate finished her shower within 10 minutes, dried off, and left the bathroom to put her nightgown on. I hurried into the bathroom after she left, and took a quick shower myself before joining Kate in the bedroom. Me and Kate were soon both all over each, both turned on by each other's full bladder. I gently rubbed Kate's rock hard bursting bladder bulge during sex, feeling just how full it was. Even that gentle touch was enough to make Kate moan in pain, but she didn't pull my hands away. I whispered to Kate how proud I was of her for maintaining her composure all day. I told her how proud I was of her for continuing to keep her iron bladder's dam shut despite how many gallons of water and coffee she had drank. Kate whispered back how she told me she was strong enough to get through the whole day and more without a leak, all while shuddering involuntarily from time to time from the pressure our sex was putting on her bladder. When we were finished, Kate was gripping her pussy with both hands, as the strain our sex had put on her bladder had made her urges much worse again. Kate glanced over at me, not saying a word, but silently pleading for me to take a before bed piss so she could do the same. I smiled at her silently with a look she knew met no, and rolled over to fall asleep. Kate fidgeted around in bed for another 30 minutes before she regained enough control over her bladder to fall asleep despite it being so full. While Kate didn't wake up during the night, she had constant dreams where she was always desperate to piss, but was somehow never able to find a place to piss in her dreams. I meanwhile had more pleasant dreams, about how my plans for tomorrow would give Kate's bladder a much rougher day than she ever imagined. ===== That's all for now, let me know what you all think.
  12. female Kelly's Regret

    For those of you who may or may not have read my stories before, this one is a sequel to The Beach Party story I posted a while ago. The Kelly referenced in the title is the same Kelly from that story. It's not necessary for you have to read The Beach Party in order to enjoy this story, but fair warning if you haven't read it yet, there's a few spoilers about that story in this one. === Kelly's Regret, Part #1 The first thing Kelly was aware of as she woke up was that she needed to take a piss quite badly, her hands automatically grabbed her pussy in desperation. That she needed to pee so badly wasn't very surprising, Kelly had last peed at 6 AM yesterday morning. By the time Kelly had went to bed at midnight last night she had already really needed a piss after holding it for 18 hours already. And now according to the clock it was 8 AM, 26 hours since Kelly had last had a piss. Normally Kelly wouldn't have needed to go quite this badly after holding it for just 26 hours, but William had made sure she drank a lot of water the previous day. Kelly's bulging bladder, which was already large last night, had only gotten even larger overnight. Before her humiliating loss against Zora's iron bladder several months ago Kelly would have probably used the toilet before bed. Or if not before bed it would certainly be the first thing she did right now after getting up the next day. But ever since her humiliating loss Kelly had been hyper focused on training herself to get an even stronger iron bladder than she already had. Kelly wanted nothing more than to have a rematch against Zora, and watch her arch-rival piss herself while Kelly still held it in even longer. The memory of her humiliating loss still haunted Kelly in her dreams from time to time, which only made her more determined to beat Zora one day. Kelly thought she had made great progress in her training over the last few months, she knew her iron bladder was much tougher than it used to be. Yet Kelly feared that her arch-rival was probably pushing herself even harder in her own training then she was. Kelly knew that unlike her Zora refused to pee anywhere but a clean ladies room toilet. Zora had even bragged to Kelly once that Zora's own refusal to drop her clothing, and squat down for a piss outdoors like the other girls gave her the extra motivation to build up such an unbeatable iron bladder. Zora never had that option as a way out when she was far away from any toilets, so she always had to keep waiting. Kelly had replayed that offhanded comment in her mind so many times the last few months. The more Kelly thought about it, the more she worried that Zora was right. Kelly needed to put herself in situations like Zora did, where she was desperate to pee, but wouldn't be able to for a long time. But putting herself in situations where she couldn't pee for a long time was easier said than done for Kelly. Whenever Kelly got in trouble in her bladder training sessions at college she could always just give up and run into the ladies room to use a toilet. Or if that wasn't an option she could always squat down behind some bushes and pee outdoors as she had done countless times before. Other girls like Zora shuddered at the mere thought of peeing outdoors, and would try to hold it until a clean toilet was available to them at all costs, but Kelly loved peeing outdoors. Kelly thought peeing outdoors felt quite liberating, and enjoyed the freedom of it too much to give it up. A girl like Zora could easily force herself to hold it all day or longer by taking a hike or camping trip outdoors. But that wouldn't work for Kelly, who had no qualms about peeing on the grass next to the guys, so Kelly needed an alternate solution. Kelly's alternate solution was a padlock, and William's love for making her as desperate to pee as possible. When she got dressed yesterday Kelly had grabbed her favorite pair of expensive designer jeans, and locked herself in them with the padlock. She gave the key to her boyfriend William, with a knowing look in her eyes. The look on William's face was like a kid in a candy shop as he realized what Kelly was asking him to do. "Are you sure you want to do this Kelly? You know I won't make it easy on you, I can promise you that" William had asked with a big grin. Under normal circumstances Kelly would have known not to give her boyfriend absolute control over if she could pee or not. She had little doubt that he would abuse the privilege to make her hold it as long as possible, and maybe even cause her to piss herself in public again. Just the look in Will's eyes would have been enough to make Kelly reconsider under normal circumstances. But not today, Kelly was too desperate to beat her arch-rival's iron bladder to care what a bad idea she knew her plan was. "I know you won't be easy on me Will, that's the whole reason I'm asking you to do it. You have my permission to be as hard on me and my iron bladder as possible, no matter what I tell you later" Kelly had replied with confidence. "I want you to make me hold it as long as I possibly can Will. If I tell you I can't wait any longer, I want you to call me a liar and make me wait even longer until you finally give me the key. I want you to push me to my absolute limits before you let me pee. You know full well why I need the practice". "Oh Kelly, I think you'll regret asking me to do this by the time I finally give you the key" William had replied with an evil grin on his face now. Ever since William had met Kelly and learned what a huge iron bladder she had William had been fantasizing about situations like this, where he had absolute control over Kelly's bladder. In the months since the beach party William had to settle for watching Kelly make herself as desperate as possible, knowing full well she could give up and pee at any time despite Will's encouragement to keep waiting. But now Kelly had literally just given him the key to fulfilling his own secret fantasies on her. William knew he wouldn't waste this opportunity, Kelly would get plenty of training to help her best Zora's iron bladder alright! Kelly, unaware of what William had in store for her, maintained her look of confidence, but in the back of her mind she was nervous. She had no doubt that William was bound to push her a LOT harder than she had been pushing herself in her training. Kelly just hoped that William didn't cause her to piss her expensive designer jeans. She had purposely picked her most expensive pair to make herself less likely to give up and piss herself. Back in the present, Kelly's hands shot to her crotch as she fidgeted around in bed from her desperate urge for a morning piss. If it wasn't for the padlock, and it's reminder of her hatred for her arch-rival, Kelly would probably have been racing to plop herself down on the toilet seat for a piss after 26 hours of waiting. All that water she had drank yesterday at William's urging needed to come out in the worst way. Besides, a 26 hour hold ought to have been enough for Kelly to easily best anyone else's bladder under normal circumstances. But of course it hadn't been enough to bring down her arch-rival last time, Zora had continued to hold it for much of the second day in their last contest, despite the 5 and a half hour disadvantage she had over Kelly. Kelly was so distracted by her urgent need for a morning piss that she didn't even think to glance to her side to see if William was awake or not. That changed when she soon heard the sound of the toilet flushing from the master bathroom a few meters away. Belatedly Kelly glanced to her side, and saw William leaving the master bathroom, clearly having just taken the morning piss Kelly urgently needed herself. William's eyes met Kelly's, with a knowing grin on his face. "Good morning Kelly, how would you like to have a few glasses of water with breakfast" he asked as Kelly made herself sit up and stop squirming around in bed like a desperate little girl. Kelly hated looking like she was weak or desperate in front of Will and others if she could help it. Besides, forcing herself to not squirm around in desperation was good practice for her eventual rematch against Zora. Still, Kelly couldn't help but shudder inwardly at the obvious message in William's good morning. She had only just woken up, and William was already making clear that he was going to be cruelly keeping her extremely well hydrated today just like yesterday. Kelly had started out yesterday with an empty bladder when she drank what was probably several gallons of beverages. Anything Will offered yesterday Kelly had dutifully drank without question or complaint. But Kelly didn't have the luxury of taking a morning piss today before continuing to down more beverages, and William obviously wasn't going to give it to her. Kelly really didn't think she could last all day if William kept offering her as many drinks today as he did yesterday. She'd probably piss herself by the late afternoon if he did. But then maybe that was Will's plan with all this drinking, to fill her up as much as she had been in her last contest against Zora before she lost it. It would let them both see how much Kelly had really improved since then. Kelly knew she could just refuse to drink some or all of the beverages William offered her today, but her pride wouldn't allow it, at least not yet. Besides, William was just doing what she had asked when he offered all these beverages. Still, Kelly could at least have a bit of fun teasing Will, pretending she might refuse his drinks, just to warn him she wouldn't roll over completely today no matter what he told her to do. "And what if I'm not as thirsty today as I was yesterday Will?" Kelly asked, with an edge of stubbornness in her voice. Kelly sat up straighter in bed and kept herself stiller to make herself look stronger, and more unconcerned about her urgent need for a morning pee. William smiled like a shark sniffing out weakness as he hid one of his hands behind his back. "Well then, I'd say I hope the reason you aren't thirsty isn't because you woke up this morning needing to use the toilet to take a badly needed pee after holding it for just 26 hours Kelly". Kelly swore in her mind, of course Will wouldn't buy her tough girl who doesn't have to pee body language. He probably saw her gripping her crotch and squirming around in her sleep before she got up. "Of course I'm not bothered by my bladder Will, that's a silly question. I barely even feel an urge to go despite the 26 hours that it's been since I last peed" Kelly lied with an irritable look on her face. "Well that's good to hear Kelly" William said as he let Kelly see what his hand was hiding behind his back, it was the key to her padlock. "Then you wouldn't want this even if I offered to let you take a morning piss, would you Kelly?". Kelly knew William was just taunting her now for fun now. He knew full well she was lying to him, this was his way of calling her out on it. Kelly decided to play along with his 'offer' anyway. "Well... if you made the offer, I guess I would need to take it" she admitted slyly. "I can certainly wait a long while if I have to, but I could really do with a morning pee right about now". "I thought so, you aren't a very good liar Kelly, your body language gives you away. You need to do better than that Kelly if you ever want to beat Zora's bladder of steel" William said simply. "That makes it a very good thing you asked me to help you train yourself. You know I'm all about 'helping' you to hold it in even longer Kelly". Kelly's nostrils nearly flared as she was angered by the reminder that Zora was better than her. But reluctantly she knew that William was trying to help her, in his own cruel way, so she let it slide. "I'll have to prove you wrong then Will" she said, "Your girl knows how to hold her pee. I can handle a lot more than a mere 26 hours without a leak if you make me". Kelly knew her bladder situation obviously wasn't going to improve at breakfast as she drank another 3 bottles of water at William's urging. Despite her prowess for holding it for a long time, Kelly found herself dreading the rest of the day, knowing that William would inevitably continue to fill her bladder until she couldn't take it anymore. Kelly had become super desperate plenty of times around William before, especially at various outdoors places far from a toilet. But Kelly had always had the power to rip her jeans off and pee wherever she was if William kept her from a toilet for too long for even her considerable bladder control. But today Kelly didn't have that escape option, since William had the key to unlock her jeans. Thinking back to all the many times she had had enough and peed outdoors in front of William, she doubted that he would have given her the key to pee most of times if she had asked for it. Kelly tried to banish such thoughts from her head as she took a large sip of water. William only liked it when she was desperate to pee, he wouldn't really make her piss herself if she really couldn't hold it any longer... she hoped. "So, what are we going to do today? Besides filling me up some more" Kelly asked William, hoping for a distraction from her gloomy thoughts. "Oh, since you're going to make day so enjoying by continuing to hold it and giving me the key I thought I'd treat you to something special" Will said with a smile. "How's a day of shopping and sightseeing around town sound to you Kelly" he said with a grin. Kelly's eyes lit up with joy, she was soon grinning with Will. "That's what I love about you Will, you know how to lift the mood of a girl who's having a bad morning" she said with a smile as she reached over to kiss him. While William could be a jerk at times, shopping with him was the best, and showed the perks of dating a boyfriend from a wealthy family. He was often willing to let Kelly buy whatever she wanted on his dime (technically his wealthy parents dime, just like the vacation house they were staying in). Kelly, like any girl, loved shopping. Plus Kelly knew the shopping and sightseeing was bound to be a welcome distraction from her still filling bladder. Of course when you're doing a lot of running around shopping and sightseeing, it can make you quite thirsty. So William made sure to frequently drag Kelly to vending machines to buy her a bottle of water, or a can of soda. "Here Kelly, they say never letter your lady shop while she's thirsty" he said as he handed her a can of soda within 10 minutes of her finishing the last one. Kelly grimaced inwardly, her need to piss was distracting her enough already during their shopping, she didn't want even more soda so soon. But of course she couldn't show that weakness to Will. "Whoever says that Will?" Kelly asked skeptically as she accepted the can of soda with a smile. "It sounds like something only you or Matt would ever say, to fill your girl's bladder up more". Kelly opened the can of soda and took a long sip for Will, trying to look like a woman who was completely unconcerned about her bladder. "Ok, maybe I did just make it up" Will admitted with a grin. "But hey, maybe if your girl really needs to pee after quenching her thirst she'll tire of shopping quicker" he added with a shrug. "Maybe other girls, but not this one" Kelly replied with a prideful grin. "You have to do better than giving me just a few cans of soda if you want me to hurry up and finish shopping so I can pee" she added daringly. "What would be the point in attempting that Kelly?" Will asked playfully. "We both know you can't pee until I give you permission and unlock you. But based on how calm you seem that won't be for a very long time yet". Kelly smiled inwardly at the compliment. "It certainly won't Will, I barely even notice the urge!" Kelly answered, perhaps a bit too quickly to come across as truly unconcerned about her bladder's incessant needs. But William didn't seem to notice, as his phone buzzed with a new text message, and he went back to texting some of his other college friends again. By the time noon rolled around Kelly was really starting to regret accepting all the drinks William had offered her today. Shopping could no longer distract her from the 30 hours worth of pent up boiling piss she had brewing in her bladder. On any other day, were she not locked in her jeans, Kelly probably would have caved to her bladder's incessant demands by now and found a toilet to use. But not today, Kelly had locked herself in her jeans for a reason yesterday morning, she wasn't giving up that easily. Kelly was still determined to make this her longest hold ever, no matter how difficult Will made it for her. Kelly was even determined to keep up the tough girl who didn't need to pee act, no matter how much her bladder was nagging her for a piss right about now. Yet as Kelly and William returned to their car carrying several shopping bags, Kelly found herself looking forward to the chance to sit down for a few minutes. It would be nice to rest her legs, and hopefully have her bladder settle down a bit. Just thinking about how badly she needed to pee was making Kelly's legs fidget. Kelly found herself fantasizing about how good it would feel to be able to pee, even taking a partial pee would feel really good after holding it for over 30 hours. "Struggling with your need to pee I see Kelly" Will said with a knowing smile, knocking Kelly out of her daydreams. Kelly realized they were standing by the trunk of their car, and she had been fidgeting her legs around in a blatant sign of desperation. That wasn't what a tough girl who didn't need to pee was supposed to be doing Kelly told herself. "I am not struggling with my bladder Will! I don't even have an urge to go!" Kelly lied stubbornly, despite the overwhelming evidence otherwise provided by her clearly visible rock hard bladder bulge. "I was just distracted a bit Will, it's nothing to worry about". "Distracted by the unpleasant feeling that you haven't peed in the last 30 hours I bet Kelly" Will replied as he opened the trunk. "I bet you'll be begging me to give you the key and let you pee real soon when the urge becomes too much for you" he added, whipping a key out to wave it around just for good measure. Kelly couldn't tell from the distance if it was the key to her lock or a different key, but she assumed it was the lock's key. The sight of the key sent a slight tremor through Kelly's bladder. She nearly crossed her legs in desperation, but caught herself and used muscle power alone to hold on. "Oh come on Will, do you really think I'd ask for your help, and give you the key, only to give up and ask to be allowed to pee after only 30 hours?" Kelly asked. "I'm a tougher girl then I was a few months ago Will, I can wait a lot longer than I used to". William smiled at her proudly. "Well then, you'll just have to keep convincing me Kelly, in fact I have something in mind that'll do the trick" he said with a grin on his face. "Come over here for a moment Kelly", he pointed to the space between their car and the one parked next to them in the busy parking lot. "You had better not be doing what I think you're doing Will" Kelly warned. William's grin let her know that her suspicions were right, as he unzipped his jeans and began to pull his cock out. "If you're so confident you can keep holding on much longer then you already have then this should be nothing for you Kelly" Will said, quietly enough so others who might be near in the parking lot wouldn't hear them. Kelly felt the familiar anger she had felt countless times before as she saw Will begin to piss right in front of her on the concrete. This was hardly the first time Will had ever found a way to pee in front of her when she was desperate but couldn't pee, Kelly used to have to endure it all the time around Will. Kelly used to be like the other girls who refused to pee outdoors, until William helped change that. Whenever William peed in front of her outdoors when she had to piss really badly Kelly used to get really ticked off. She used to yell at him and loudly complain about how badly she had to pee. Early on in their relationship Kelly didn't even realize that William enjoyed putting her into desperate situations outdoors where he could pee but she couldn't because of her own inhibitions. It should have been so obvious in hindsight. But one time Kelly had been really desperate for a piss after holding it in for nearly a day and a half on an outdoors adventure. When William whipped out his cock to cruelly pee in front her yet again, Kelly, certain she was on the verge of pissing herself any minute now, and not wanting to piss her jeans, decided she had enough. She hurried to undo her belt, then she ripped her jeans and panties down in one swift motion. Kelly was so desperate that she had already started peeing before she even squatted down beside William. Kelly's urine had gotten on her shoes and part of her jeans that first time, but it was much better than the alternate of completely pissing herself. At the time Kelly had intended for it to be a one-time thing done out of pure desperation when she was on the verge of pissing herself. But William had told her afterwards that it was really hot watching her pee outdoors, and Kelly found that she had really enjoyed doing it. It was then that it clicked for her that William had been getting a kick out of seeing her desperate to pee, and cruelly peeing in front of her like that. Just like Will was getting an erotic kick out of peeing in front of her right now. His penis was partially erect in excitement, which was making it harder for him to keep his stream going. After all the times Will had previously peed in front of her when she was desperate Kelly's bladder wasn't too bothered by Will's taunting piss. But Kelly still felt anger that Will would pee in front of her like this, and in such a public place where anyone walking back to their car might see. So she decided to do something about it this time around. Kelly reached out and gripped Will's cock playfully, it instantly stiffened under her touch, and Will's urine stream slowed to a trickle, despite all the soda he still had inside. "Normally I love it when you give me a handjob Kelly, but right now I've really gotta pee after all that soda babe" Will complained. "I think I'd rather you had to wait to" Kelly said with a smile as she began to stroke his cock. It didn't take much for her to get Will hard enough to cut his piss off entirely. "You can pee in front of me for your own erotic kicks as much as you want Will, but not in the middle of a crowded parking lot you idiot" she whispered angrily. "There's hidden cameras all over here, now put your cock back in your pants and hold it like a man till you get to a men's room". Will looked like he was about to protest, until he saw the look of anger in Kelly's eyes. "Ok, you made your point Kelly. Let's grab some lunch" he said as he zipped his jeans back up. He had barely having gotten any relief at all in the 10 to 15 seconds he had been able to pee, but it was still more then Kelly's bursting bladder was going to get. At lunch Will briefly left Kelly to take a still much needed piss in the men's room. Kelly was glad she didn't have to listen to his piss for once as she crossed her legs underneath the table. Will soon came back and they ordered and ate lunch together, with Kelly continuing to cross and squirm her legs around under the table where no one could see. Wanting to continue the tough girl act, Kelly ended up helping herself to several refills of her large glass of coke at lunch without Will's prompting. "You really put that soda away at lunch darling. But where's it all going I wonder" Will commented as they got up to leave. "I know you want me to beg for the key Will, but I don't have to, not when I'm so good at holding it" Kelly replied calmly. She wasn't sure for how much longer she could continue to act calm however, she was sure that soda was going to cause her a lot of havoc once it all hit her bladder in another hour or two. The early afternoon passed with Kelly drinking even more bottles of water at Will's urging. By 2 PM in the afternoon Kelly's bladder was becoming a major problem for her after 32 hours without a piss. All the soda from lunch was coming back to haunt her now. It was becoming a struggle for Kelly to not openly squirm in desperation in the stores or during their sightseeing. But Kelly didn't want to look weak, so she stubbornly fought to hide her needs as best she could, even though her whole body wanted to squirm around desperately now. The afternoon was filled with a lot less shopping, and much more sightseeing then the morning was, which left Kelly with less things to distract her from her growing need to piss. Even though she wanted to turn down some of the drinks William offered her, Kelly's stubbornness wouldn't let her, no matter how much her bladder complained. Not fidgeting around or gripping her crotch when Will or others were looking was becoming much more of a struggle now. But Kelly, determined to prove to Will and herself that she was a tough girl and she could defeat her arch-rival Zora's bladder of steel, endured it all without complaint. By 5 PM Kelly was getting quite desperate to piss after holding it in for the last 35 hours, but she was still holding on. It was clear to Will from her tense body language just how badly she needed to go by now, even if she was stubbornly determined to keep up the tough girl act. It was shortly after 5 PM that Kelly's tough girl who doesn't need to pee act finally broke. Kelly was hit suddenly by such a strong wave of desperation that she had to ram both hands into her crotch and squirm around desperately. "Oh damn! Damn! I've really gotta pee!" Kelly moaned, glad that only Will was around to see her. "If that's your way of asking for the key, you know why you can't have it yet Kelly" Will said with a grin. Kelly shook her head. "No... I don't need it... yet" she grunted. Kelly tried experimentally to lift her hands off her crotch, but had to put one hand back after a few seconds. "I can still hold it... but maybe that last cup of soda was a mistake" she admitted. Will smiled at her still tough attitude, and sexy squirming. "Kelly you're doing much better than you were in your last match up against Zora. Keep this up and I don't think she'll stand a chance against you in a rematch". Kelly shook her head. "I'm still not good enough Will... Zora has been training herself to... she's probably been getting even better training than me". Kelly tried removing her second hand from her crotch again, this time she succeeded, though her whole body was still fidgeting quite a bit. "I've gotta keep pushing myself Will... as long as I can... that's why I gave you the key... I know you'll make me wait as long as I can... longer then I'd make myself wait if it was up to me". Will smiled mischievously. "You made the right choice there Kelly. I'll definitely make sure you push yourself farther than you ever thought possible. Now come on, if you're up to it I want to see the rest of this museum before we leave". Kelly wasn't really in the mood to see the rest of the museum anymore with her bladder so full. But she bit her tongue and merely said "of course I'll be up to seeing the rest of it Will". The museum tour continued to be just as bad on Kelly's bursting bladder as she feared. Kelly began to repeatedly pester Will for a break to sit down and rest her legs as her heavy load of urine continued to wreak havoc on her bladder. Kelly squirmed around and gripped her crotch from time to time, but she had to be careful out in public not to be too obvious. It wasn't until 6 PM that William finally agreed for them to sit down and rest somewhere. Fortunately Will found a private area for them to sit down where they wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing Kelly squirming around in obvious desperation. "Can we go back to the vacation house now Will?" Kelly asked hopefully. "I don't know how much more of this walking around I can take, especially when I have to pee this bad". Will was silent for a long moment, seeming to study Kelly's body language, or contemplate something, with a big smile on his face. "Alright, we can go... but only if you can drink another 6 cans of soda first Kelly". Kelly raised an eyebrow and grimaced at the suggestion. "Think of it as practice for the beer drinking contests against Zora" he added. "Now you're just taking advantage of a girl who's desperate to pee" Kelly replied, playfully rather than angry. "And why can't I drink the cans when we get back to the vacation house? Are you impatient Will?" she teased. "Well you haven't had anything to drink the last two hours" Will said simply. "And besides, Zora wouldn't turn it down, she would relish in the practice no matter how bad she needed to pee". Will knew he was risking Kelly's anger with that last line, she often hated any mention of Zora being better than her. But luckily Kelly's anger wasn't triggered. "And... what if I refuse?" Kelly asked calmly. "Then I guess I won't take you back to the vacation home for a while longer" Will replied smoothly. "Maybe we'll hop over to a movie theater and go see a long movie, and maybe I'll even get you a jumbo sized cup of soda... and who knows what I'll do if you don't finish it". "You're mean Will" Kelly pouted playfully as she squirmed around in her seat. "But fine... I can do it" she added. It wasn't Will's threat that got her to go along with it however. Despite her desperation, Kelly's pride couldn't let a challenge to her iron bladder go unanswered on a day like today, she was trying to challenge herself after all. She was pretty bad off right now, but she knew she could endure worse if she pushed herself. Kelly and Will returned to the vacation home shortly before 7 PM, Kelly had drank the entire six pack of soda cans within 20 minutes. Kelly was constantly crossing her legs and squirming around in her seat the whole ride back, urging Will to avoid any bumps on the road to not jostle her full bladder. As soon as she walked through the door Kelly collapsed on the couch with both hands gripping her crotch. Will would have loved to stay and watch, but he had to hurry off to the bathroom to take a much needed piss for himself. Fortunately the bathroom was far enough away for Kelly to not be tortured by the sound of Will's reliving piss or the toilet flushing afterwards. Will returned a few minutes later feeling quite relieved, unlike his girl Kelly. "I... don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold on Will" Kelly admitted. "Are you asking for the key so you can pee now Kelly" Will asked calmly, wondering if Kelly thought she was nearing her limits so soon. If so then that was disappointing, he had expected better from her. "No!" Kelly answered quickly, before immediately reconsidering as her bladder complained more fiercely. "Well... ok maybe..." Kelly confessed coyly. "I don't think I've ever held it this long before Will, especially not while drinking so much water and soda". "That doesn't mean you can't hold on for a while longer Kelly" Will said with encouragement. "Remember, you gave me the key so that you'd push yourself to new limits Kelly. What's the point of going all in like that if you're just going to give up so easily?". "I know Will" Kelly admitted, knowing Will had a good point. "I'd like be able to wait at least till I've been holding it for 40 hours since my last pee... to at least tie Zora's record. But I... don't know if I can hold on for another 3 hours Will... the urge is getting really bad". "Only 40 hours?" Will asked skeptically, "I think you can control yourself a lot longer than that Kelly, if you push yourself and don't give up so easily". Will's eyes glanced at the lock on Kelly's belt, and he smiled. "And since you can't pee until I give you the key... I guess that means you'll just have to wait a while longer". "Well then, how much longer do I have to control myself before I can pee?" Kelly asked, dreading the answer as she sat on her heel to try to help her bladder's plight a bit. All her arrogance from a day and a half ago when she gave Will the key to her lock were about to bite her in the butt now she knew. Yet she couldn't blame Will, he was only doing exactly what she had asked him to after all. "Oh I don't know, how about holding it for at least 48 hours since you took your last piss" Will replied lazily. "I think with all your practice the last few months that you can wait that long if you really try hard Kelly". "48 hours are you nuts Will! That's another 11 hours!" Kelly practically shouted in horror. "I can barely control myself for another 3 hours! There'll be a waterfall of piss erupting in between my legs long before I'm even half way there Will!". Unmoved by her pleading for mercy, Will sat down across from Kelly with what she could only describe as a look of pure evil joy in his eyes. Kelly knew whatever he was about to say wouldn't be good for her if he was this happy about it. "Well then, I have some bad news for you Kelly. You don't have any choice in the matter but to hold on for at least another 11 hours. The key to the lock on your jeans is somewhere that neither of us can get to it for a while, so I couldn't let you pee even if I wanted to right now" "...What the fuck are you talking about Will?" Kelly asked, confused by Will's bold claims. She would be livid if Will had somehow lost the key. "You had better not have given the key to someone else if that's what you're implying" she added sternly. "I'll show you Kelly, be right back" Will answered with a grin as he went into the kitchen. Kelly was too distracted by her desperate urge to pee to wonder what Will was doing, until he came back carrying a large fancy looking bowl. "It'll take all evening for it to melt I'm afraid" Will said with a big grin as he gave Kelly a closer look. The large bowl was filled with solid ice, Will had clearly filled it with water and put in the freezer for a while. At the very bottom of the ice, impossible to get at without breaking the bowl (which looked quite expensive), was a very familiar looking key. "Oh My God! What the Hell Will!" Kelly gasped in astonishment and horror. Kelly nearly lost her heavy load of pent up piss right there from the shock of it. She had been worried 37 hours ago that Will would keep the key to her lock in his pocket and refuse to give it to her until she started to piss herself. But this was even worse. If she pissed herself she'd have to wear her humiliating piss soaked jeans until the ice melted enough for her to get the key! "I think I did a good job at mimicking the stakes you'd have if you were really in a re-match holding contest against Zora" Will said with pride, oblivious to Kelly's anger. "Your problem is that you give up too easily when it gets too uncomfortable and too inconvenient to keep holding it Kelly" Will explained. "As you've made clear in the last few minutes Kelly, when your need to pee gets as bad as it is now you'd be hurrying to the nearest toilet if you could. And if the ladies room were unavailable that wouldn't stop you either Kelly, not when you have to pee this bad already. You'd drop your jeans and pee somewhere outdoors. Well now you can't, now you have to wait for a while because you have no other choice". "Will! I am NOT ok with having to wear piss soaked jeans for half the night if I can't hold it anymore!" Kelly protested angrily. "I don't recall giving you permission to freeze my key in a bowl of ice either!". "Actually you did imply that" William countered. "You said, I quote 'you have my permission to be as hard on me and my iron bladder as possible, no matter what I tell you later'. Well now it's later Kelly". "But you could have accomplished the same thing by keeping the key in your damn pocket!" Kelly protested. "No I couldn't have!" Will argued. "If I didn't pull this stunt it would always be in the back of your mind that I could change my mind and let you pee at any moment, so you wouldn't try as hard. You'd expect me to let you use the toilet if you began to piss yourself. Whereas this way you know there's no point in not trying your hardest now". Kelly was silent, but continued to glare at him as she fidgeted around on the couch. "I know you're mad Kelly, but that stubborn prideful part of you knows I'm right". Kelly slapped herself in the face, she had known full well Will would do something like this when she gave him the key. But she did it anyway, because she knew her own holding sessions weren't good enough to help her one day defeat her arch-rival. Everything Will had just said was right, she had to grudgingly admit. Kelly knew full well she often gave up and peed whenever continuing to hold it got too uncomfortable for her like it was now. The stakes to her pride in her contest against Zora on the beach had been the only reason why she had held it until she pissed herself back then. If Zora had lost their contest, Kelly knew she would have squatted down and peed immediately on the beach , no matter who was watching her. Kelly took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. "Alright... alright Will... how long will it take for the ice to melt so we can get at the key?" she asked. "We'll be able to get at it by 6 AM tomorrow Kelly, I've experimented with how long it'll take this large bowl of ice to melt at room temperature before" Will answered. 6 AM tomorrow was exactly at the 48 hour mark since Kelly last had a pee. "Alright... then let's have a quiet evening together" Kelly said, as she accepted that she was going have to somehow hold it a while longer. Kelly thought that was the end of Will's surprises, until she caught an evil glint in Will's eye. "What else did you do Will?" she asked impatiently, knowing he was hiding something else from her. "Well, I lied earlier at the museum, we need to be going somewhere else soon" he said. "You see, I found out yesterday that Zora and Matt were in town on vacation this week to, so I invited them to go out to dinner with us while I was texting them earlier today". Kelly's first reaction was annoyance, but it quickly gave way to fear as she doubled over gripping her pussy in desperation. Now Kelly knew why Will wanted her to drink all those soda cans before they headed back. He had wanted her as desperate as possible when she sat across her arch-rival at the restaurant, to really put her composure to the test. "You bastard Will!" Kelly said grudgingly. "You made me drink all those cans of soda before we came back! You're trying your damnest to make sure I don't make it through dinner dry". Will shrugged his shoulders, with a look that said 'nothing you can do about it now'. A long moment of silence stretched between them as Kelly managed to straighten up and exert a bit more control over herself. "What if I refuse to go out to dinner" she asked Will in a rebellious tone. She didn't intend to run away from his challenge, but she didn't want to just meekly accept it either. "Well then, we'll have to inform your arch-rival exactly why you backed out of having dinner with her and her boyfriend" Will answered smoothly. "I know from Matt's texts that Zora hasn't peed all day either. I doubt Zora's been holding it as long as you have right now, but who knows? I didn't ask". "Well, it looks like we're going out to dinner then" Kelly answered calmly, pretending to cave to Will's threat to damage her pride. A few minutes later Kelly tried to walk normally to the car, without jamming a fist into her crotch. Kelly just hoped that her pride wouldn't be her downfall yet again while they were at dinner. Ten minutes ago she had been confident she could hold on for a few more hours, but who knew if Will had arranged other after dinner plans that might keep them out all night? === That's all for now. I'm still working on Part #2, but it'll take me some time to finish it.
  13. Amy Double Crossed Legs

    Before on youtube, there was a video of a girl watching television, sitting alone in a chair, with her legs and feet bare, with her legs doubly crossed. That video for my like, is perfection: Legs and bare feet, holding it, and showing her desperation to urinate with double crossed legs. Plus, it was the first video I tried to masturbate with... so keep a very special place in my heart. Has anyone else seen that video before? P.S .: I'm not looking for it... I already have it, in fact, it's uploaded on this page.
  14. Hi all! So let me just tell you what happened (; so i had been watching more desperation videos lately than normal. Like REALLY desperate people needing to go. And when I got off work today I kinda had an urge to pee so i decided to just hold it. .... anyway I went to take a nap about 3 hours ago so i could wake up either wet or desperate lol. And that didn't work seeing as how I can't sleep if I need to pee. So after about half an hr. I got up and went to play xbox. This was when I found out how desperate I actually was. I had been drinking water basically since I got home from work. And by now after plaing xbox for probably less than 30 min. I'm starting to spurt into my dark blue cotton underwear! Next thing I know I'm fumbling for my phone to take pics for you guys (: so here you go! I hope you like it! Please comment and/or message me!
  15. Denial relief

    Have you ever got in a situation when you have to pee really bad but someone next to you or in the same place/room with you denied you to go pee and afterwards you ended up pissing yourself? The idea of the title i got from a Bound2Burst video, cause deny means not to allow and relief refers to get rid of the stress even when you're about to burst so in this case we have: DENIAL RELIEF. First I will answer for me: fortunately, it didn't happen to me. Except the moment when i peed myself at kindergarten but this doesn't count cause I didn't even ask the teacher that i had to go and then she could say yes or no. I only WITNESSED one time when I saw a TV show in 2008 (i think i said this on my Introduction topic, go and check it out). Sometimes I wonder if those DENIAL RELIEF people are also into Omo.
  16. Decided to board the train so I can practice drawing omo content! This story is inspired by a lot of interactive stories on here, but will probably most closely resemble Home Alone for the Weekend by Dimvitrolo. I hope you'll give me a chance! --- 1 Hey there! My name is Rory, I'm 23, and this is my first time doing anything like this... I've kinda been wanting to try it out for a while, but I never had any motivation, and the timing never seemed to be right... But today, my flatmates are out of of town on a camping trip! Which I obviously didn't join because lol whack who does that to themselves out of free will? Ok no seriously, they tried making me come along, and I probably would've if I didn't have certain other plans... Now for the Juicy stuff (Hah, juicy...) So here I am, alone in the apartment, It's a wonderful saurday afternoon (to stay inside), and I've put on my lazy day comfort jams! Now it's up to you guys to keep me company while I test my limits, and battle it out against my bladder. It's 03:26 Pm, and I haven't used the bathroom since this morning! I've been drinking constantly, athough carefully, and I'm really starting to feel it. If I had to say, I'm probably at around 5-6 on the Desperation Scale, And I kinda really gotta go. I'm on my third bottle of water thour hour! I'd love it for the bunch of you to give me some suggestions as to how to go about all this, as well as I wouldn't be opposed to answering some personal or non personal questions to, you know, keep me distracted from my bladder and stuff???? Anyway, let's roll! --- How to play: Talk to Rory as if they were an actual person, come up with suggestions, conversational topics, dares and other things to keep things going! Rory's actions won't be based on the mayority vote, but rather on their own choice. Of course, these choices are influenced by the readers... But it might be a good idea to be a bit smooth about certain things ;) Now fly!
  17. female Saturday Night Clubs

    Hi all ,Long time since I've visited this site, Glad I remembered the login aha. So why don't you all grab a chair and some water and read through one hell of a night. It all started in the dusky evening of January , The 12th to be exact, It was cold over here in England which would call for warm clothes, scarfs and gloves, See it was my birthday and I had wanted to go out for a drink with a few friends so I called them (Let me give you a slight description on us all, to make you feel more of the story) Me; Standing at about 5'4, brown eyes , cute smile and brown hair with blue highlights. Eyeliner on "fleek" rocking a matching pair of underwear (Mint green lace) with a pair of sheer nylon tights , a lovey black dress with netting going down the arm and covering the cleavage, Matched with black heels. My friend Rebecca; 5'8, Green eyes and black hair, rosy cheeks and a cute button nose. Beautiful to any man... or woman ;). She was rocking silky blue panties and a lacy blue bra, covered in a tight dark blue dress about knee length. Stunning ! Lastly Kathryn; 5'6, Blue eyes and a blonde perm, the hottest figure out of all of us. She was in matching cotton red underwear, Tight light blue skinny jeans as well as a jumper with moons on it. No matter what she wore, she pulled it off. The night began around 7.00pm getting ready at Kathy's house. Already the pre drinks had begun , me being a lightweight of course was already tipsy and from just one glass of red. Andrew peace Shiraz, beautiful stuff. Kathy was on her second glass and Becca was on her third. By the time we were ready to leave i was starting to feel it all in my bladder , I have had three glasses by this point but wasn't drunk yet, that much... The girls were far ahead of of me I couldn't even keep count. Anyway we headed to the taxi to hit the town, First stop was The Troll Cart, we sat at a table and order via phone (Its really smart and quite a classy idea) But unknown to me was that Becca had ordered three pitchers (The biggest cocktails they do, its pretty much a jug of a cocktail) and they delivered them to us, She said "Drink up, we gotta hit the dance floor at pegs before its too busy" . They started to down there drinks, I was awfully giggly by this point and had failed to drink as quick as them, plus my bladder felt quite full at this point I should have gone at Kathy's while we waited for the taxi, They started doing our chant to make me drink faster and silly me thought yeah lets chug it, that's a great idea. Hint it was a bad idea, a very bad idea. After a cold five minute walk to Peggottys we headed in , well I stumbled pretty drunk at this point i kept starting a Kathy's behind, it was just so plump and peachy, certainly in those jeans after getting my attention, they said they needed the loo, I cocked an eyebrow and smiles with malicious intent. "I have an idea, well more of a challenge" I paused for a moment , letting my friends get drawn into the trap I was going to lead them into. "How about we have ourselves a holding contest?" I asked in question "Looser pays for the others hangover food in the morning..." I had caught them in the web, I knew that they loved ordering food for the morning, They agreed , they were in. "So how does this work?" Kathy asked . "Its simple dear, We hold our bladders as long as we can, the first one to go to the bathroom or even pee themselves is the loser." i serenaded with a seductive tone. "So do we go pee now than start?" Becca asked, turns out she hadn't been to the bathroom since 5.00pm, this was going to be fun. I bit my bottom lip, clearly thinking in my favor, I knew Kathryn had a small bladder and Rebecca had drunk way more than all of us so I'd say it was a fair contest right now. Even though the girls knew my weaknesses and I knew theirs but I had forgot to mention no sabotaging. Darn how I wish I should of. We all hit the dance floor , One of my favorite songs was on, Eminem Shake That Ft. Nate Dawg. I loved the song, but the girls would already try their cheating ways they started to dance with me, on me basically trying to turn me on, they knew if i got a little um.. turned on that i would get more to drink to try and calm me down and it was working, i was enjoying it, dancing back on them at this point i could clearly see that Kathryn had to cross her legs every so often and that Becca had reached down to hold herself a couple of times, Me ? I was fine, they were keeping me distracted But it did work after a few songs. "Want to get a few drinks , My treat girls" I chirped, quite happy from the show I had gotten, I got a few panty flashes and even saw some cleavage from Becca. We got some more drinks in and headed outside for a smoke, well I did, the others followed me to make sure I didn't sneak to the bathroom, How smart of them, We started talking about water , attempting to make each other need the toilet more but that's where Becca giggled and squealed, Kathryn was tickling her, no more than about ten seconds, I broke it up before the worst happened, Becca catching her breath and clutching herself with both hands (under her dress so it was a good view for me ^_<) "That's not fair Kathy, I almost peed myself!" She scowled at her. "Yeah Kathy, Not fair" I said walking behind her dancing a few fingers under her arms, making her toss and laugh on the spot, I stopped after a few seconds to where she was holding herself with both of her legs crossed over. She turned to Becca and than both to me, they grinned evilly as i tossed my ciggy and started backing away but I was already against the wall. Becca being far taller than me held my arms above my head, I tried resisting but she was stronger, taller and less drunk than me. I gave up, lowering my head to see Kathryn in front of her, with the hem of my dress in her mouth leaving my belly exposed, only the nylon tights covering my undies from public view. She proceeded to tickle my belly, sides, hips and ribs until she heard me stop laughing and it was replaced with a pitter patter on the floor. I looked at them still peeing sighing in relief . The stream lasted around two minutes before dying down, a puddle by my feet and glistening of the tights, Kathy let go of my dress and Becca let me away from the wall. The two were surprised I took it so well, they expected me to start crying or even be embarrassed, to be honest i was blushing slightly but I simply took another ciggy from my packet, lit it up and stayed silent, Keeping eye contact with both of them. "Looks like foods on me, But for now..." I took a drag "Its your two's turn" I blew smoke to the side and stood closer to the door. "By the way..." Taking another drag "Last one to pee CAN use the bathroom". I'll tell you what, to this day I have never seen to girls attempt to tickle each other so fast, If i had to put it as an example, I would say lightning striking twice in the same place. Hearing laughter with pauses and gasps, I smiled as I knew neither of them would make it, if one got the other to pee, The peer would seek revenge, I leaned against the wall, smiling to myself. To cut this long story short, Kathryn one the battle , she was on the floor as Becca sat on top of her , tickling her but Kathy had longer nails , so it was more effective, Becca did pee herself, on Kathryn so Kathryn thought to herself if there's already pee on me , no damage done. and proceeded to wet herself. And that my friends is how three girls out clubbing managed to pee themselves within the space of 15 minutes. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Lots of Love -Krystal xxx
  18. Silvia's Boyfriend (Furry)

    Silvia was a beige-furred feline with hair dyed blonde. She was wearing the short skirt and thigh high socks that her older sister had bought for her for her birthday and for finally leaving the military. She and her boyfriend, Red, were on their way to see Silvia's sister. Silvia usually never brought a date to see her sister, but Red was nice. He wasn't just a boy toy to her. He was someone she genuinely enjoyed having around. Red was a red fox with black hair. He was dressed pretty casually in a t-shirt and jeans, as usual. He was pretty skittish as times, but quickly warmed up to people who were nice to him. Silvia's sister lived about 6 hours from where Silvia lived, and the couple was already running late. Silvia threw their bags into the car, with Red hopping into the passenger seat. "Okay! We need to get out of here!" She quickly shut the trunk and jumped right into the driver's seat, started the car, and took right off towards the closest freeway. About an hour into the drive, they were well out of town with nothing but highway ahead and a couple of empty coffee cups in the cup holders. Red would occasionally look outside. "So, are we good on gas?" Silvia nodded. "Yeah. I filled up yesterday." "Oh." Red looked around a little more. "Do you want some more coffee?" "No, sweetie, thank you." Red smiled. Admittedly, he was trying to give her a reason to pull over so he could use the bathroom. He had been the one who slept in, causing them to be late. He had been rushed out the door, too tired to think about his urge to pee. It didn't really occur to him until after they had left the coffee shop with their coffee to go, that he realized he had to pee. And an hour and a cup of coffee later, his bladder felt like it was going to explode. With no hope of stopping for any other reason, Red decided to open up. "Silvia, I have to pee." He leaned over, resting his hands over his crotch. Silvia smiled a little. "Yeah, me too, but I think I can hold it until we stop to refuel... As long as I don't drink anything else." Red paused for a few seconds. "I can't... I have to pee right now." Silvia smiled at this, part in disbelief, and partly because she was amused. "Can you really not hold it?" "No. I didn't get to pee before we left, or at the coffee shop. I was too tired to realize." "And you didn't tell me before we got out of town because...?" "I thought we could stop soon..." Silvia sighed, still smiling a little. "Well, the next stop is about two hours away, and we are running behind." Red whined in response. "I'm going to pee my pants." Red's hands were gripping his crotch rather tightly. He genuinely felt like his bladder was expanding his belly. Every breath he took caused his bladder to twinge in pain. He looked to his girlfriend, who only held a small smile. He did not think anything of it, however. But Silvia was enjoying seeing him desperate. She didn't know why, exactly. Maybe it was dominance, or she just liked the idea of seeing someone else wet themselves. Either way, she had control of the situation and she was going to have fun with it. "Look, just try to hold it, and I'll try to find a place to turn off so you can pee." Red groaned. "Not happening. I need to pee now!" "Well, if it's that bad, then just pee. I won't be mad, as long as you clean up when we stop." Hearing this, Red's bladder twinged one last time before he just let it all out. Seeing Red wet his pants made Silvia feel alive. She felt a little warm between her legs, the arousal slowly coming in. "I'm sorry..." Red muttered. Silvia chuckled. "It's okay... We all have accidents..." Red looked at her. "Even you?" Silvia blushed. "Actually, yes... Even me..." "Care to share?" Red smiled, hopeful, but Silvia giggled. "Not yet." They rode on to the next gas station.
  19. female Peed Jeans

    Hi everyone! Last night was a fun one for me.. I ended up having a few drinks during and after dinner, Then held it until I got to about an 8/10.. I then put on a pair of jeans, got into the shower, and began relaxing, slowly soaking myself, one big spurt after another.. It felt so damn good and very warm!!
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    Thanks @Uniee for this idea. I burst about 2 hours before this video after a 15hour hold. I have been drinking lots recently and kept on drinking so I knew it's really gonna be just a matter of time until I got very squirmy again. 1 hour and 1.5L down since my burst I follow up on the challenge. I let a tiny spurt in my already soaked underwear from earlier and than I put myself to wait for 30 min. Realizing that I am getting quite full fast, I decide to change the rules as follows. 1. Don't leave my bed and my room for the next hour 2. Let out a tiny spurt for 2 seconds, than stop, drink some and wait for 5 more minutes and repeat The soaking cold underwear made this challenge even way harder. Spoiler: I did not make it trough the hour and made a huge puddle that went trough 4 layers of absorbant towels and bathing robes and made a small patch on the bed as well. That felt amazing😍 And now I am in soaked undetwear and wearing a soaked bathing robe.

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  21. View File Permission to pee (male version in bed) Thanks @Uniee for this idea. I burst about 2 hours before this video after a 15hour hold. I have been drinking lots recently and kept on drinking so I knew it's really gonna be just a matter of time until I got very squirmy again. 1 hour and 1.5L down since my burst I follow up on the challenge. I let a tiny spurt in my already soaked underwear from earlier and than I put myself to wait for 30 min. Realizing that I am getting quite full fast, I decide to change the rules as follows. 1. Don't leave my bed and my room for the next hour 2. Let out a tiny spurt for 2 seconds, than stop, drink some and wait for 5 more minutes and repeat The soaking cold underwear made this challenge even way harder. Spoiler: I did not make it trough the hour and made a huge puddle that went trough 4 layers of absorbant towels and bathing robes and made a small patch on the bed as well. That felt amazing😍 And now I am in soaked undetwear and wearing a soaked bathing robe. Submitter Despholder Submitted 02/02/2018 Category Bedwetting  
  22. View File Hotel room for myself after a 10 hours drive without peeing Warning. Contains nudity and masturbation towards the end. This happened in May 2017 as I was travelling trough the country. I remember leaving from the current city I was somewhere at noon for a 300 something km drive, which should have not taken that long. It was a long drive trough mountain roads, the weather was awful and also there were many trucks on the road which I had no clearance to overtake, so I ended up making somewhere around 10 hours. About halfway trough I realize that I kind of have to go, but as I was travelling alone, I really wanted to challenge me and hold it till I arrive. So with that I mind, when I stopped at a gas station, instead of going to the bathroom, I topped up the gas in my car and bought some more liquids to keep me well hydrated. I remember arriving at the hotel, in the city center pretty late, it was already dark. I was really really bursting by the time I arrived, and did huge efforts to act normally as I checked in and waled 2 stories up on stairs whilst pulling a big troller with me. I get in my room and decide to take it to the extreme. I had already several liters in me, a bumpy road and a heck of a walk trough the hotel, every step being a torture on my sweaty bulging bladder. So I lay on my back, keep on drinking quite a hefty amount of the bottle of juice and frantically try to hold on as I am watching omo videos. I am absolutely bursting and absolutely turned on about how extremely full I was, of the situation and the videos. I frantically try to hold on for as long as I can. I end up masturbating, reaching climax and than rushing to the bathroom for a hug release (off-camera). I kept this video very private until now. Please let me know what you think Submitter Despholder Submitted 02/02/2018 Category Male videos Clothing  
  23. Version 1.0.0

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    Warning. Contains nudity and masturbation towards the end. This happened in May 2017 as I was travelling trough the country. I remember leaving from the current city I was somewhere at noon for a 300 something km drive, which should have not taken that long. It was a long drive trough mountain roads, the weather was awful and also there were many trucks on the road which I had no clearance to overtake, so I ended up making somewhere around 10 hours. About halfway trough I realize that I kind of have to go, but as I was travelling alone, I really wanted to challenge me and hold it till I arrive. So with that I mind, when I stopped at a gas station, instead of going to the bathroom, I topped up the gas in my car and bought some more liquids to keep me well hydrated. I remember arriving at the hotel, in the city center pretty late, it was already dark. I was really really bursting by the time I arrived, and did huge efforts to act normally as I checked in and waled 2 stories up on stairs whilst pulling a big troller with me. I get in my room and decide to take it to the extreme. I had already several liters in me, a bumpy road and a heck of a walk trough the hotel, every step being a torture on my sweaty bulging bladder. So I lay on my back, keep on drinking quite a hefty amount of the bottle of juice and frantically try to hold on as I am watching omo videos. I am absolutely bursting and absolutely turned on about how extremely full I was, of the situation and the videos. I frantically try to hold on for as long as I can. I end up masturbating, reaching climax and than rushing to the bathroom for a hug release (off-camera). I kept this video very private until now. Please let me know what you think

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    Desperately trying to keep holding on whilst leaking

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  25. View File Desperate struggle of a leaky bursting bladder Desperately trying to keep holding on whilst leaking Submitter Despholder Submitted 01/31/2018 Category Desperation Clothing