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Part One Reese got home from work one day with a very full bladder. She’d been jiggling for over half the drive home. She kicked off her shoes and headed for the toilet. “Reese?” her roommate Ava called from the bathroom. “Yeah?” “Can you come help me with something?” She sounded worried. When Reese came in, she found Ava holding a fishing net. “Goin’ fishing?” Reese joked, looking around. Ava just pointed. A big black bird was sitting in the windowsill. Reese gasped at the sight of it, taking a couple steps back. “What- How did it get in here!?” she asked. “I-I just wanted to open the window and let some fresh air in, but that was a bad idea obviously! Look, we have to get him out without hurting him. You hold the net up to him and I’ll scare him in from the other side.” Reese pulled the button of her pants away from her belly and shifted side to side. She urgently needed to urinate. “I don’t wanna do that, man!” she said. “Can’t we just leave the windows open and let him leave on his own?” “He’s gonna poop all over the place!” “Well…” She eyed the toilet. “Maybe… We should close the door and open that window he’s sitting near.” “That one doesn’t open.” “Of course it doesn’t.” “Look, I’ve been doing this for like an hour and I’ve been thinking about it. I think this is the best way.” Reese dropped her head. “Fineee, let’s get it over with,” she said, subtly pressing her thighs together. “Okay, you hold the net, and I’ll-“ “Why do I have to hold the net!?” “Because I’m bad with it! I learned that today!” “Ava, I really don’t-“ She shoved the net into Reese’s hands and hurried into position. The bird perked up tensely in response to the invasion of his space. “You ready?” Ava said as Reese followed suit. “No,” she replied, but moved the net closer as Ava moved her hands awkwardly toward the bird. He puffed up his feathers, looked around erratically, and flew madly off the windowsill and around the screaming girls. Reese dropped the net and covered her head as she ran out of the room. The bird settled on top of the medicine cabinet. “Dude! Why’d you let him go!?” Ava said. “What!? You were guiding him!” “You gotta bring the net down on him!” “Well-“ Reese sighed nervously, starting to get noticeably antsy as she stepped around, pressing her thighs together every other step. She’d had to pee for so long. “I don’t wanna do this. Let’s just call animal control.” “Doesn’t that cost money?” “I’ll look it up, but I don’t think so,” she said as she took her phone out. She inhaled sharply, made a face of discomfort and crossed her legs where she stood, bobbing up and down. Ava didn’t see. She was looking at the bird. “Okay, it’s free and I’m about to call them.” “Should we shut the bathroom door so he doesn’t have free reign of the apartment?” Reese’s heart sunk a little. “I guess so,” she said. She made the call. Someone will be there in an hour. An hour. Reese sat on her foot on the couch, trying to distract herself with her phone and the tv. The urge to urinate was really taxing her. Her khakis were digging mercilessly into her little pee baby. She drummed her fingers impatiently, wanting badly to fidget and squirm around, but Ava was sitting right next to her. “You okay? You’re being quiet,” said Ava. “Yeah, of course,” she replied. “Tired.” “Do you think that bird is getting bird diseases all over our bathroom?” She shifted her sitting position every few seconds. “Don’t even say that.” “We should probably clean it when it’s out just to be safe.” The urgency started to rise. A wave of desperation. She couldn’t keep from jerking her butt and twitching around, engaging in a plethora of nervous movements that slightly alleviated the uneasiness radiating from her urinary system. “I-It’s just a bird,” she said, pushing herself deep into the seat so she could further dig her heel into her crotch. “Birds poop, dude,” Ava said. Reese inhaled sharply, her tight bladder contracting, trying to force some pee out. She swung her legs off the couch and hurried to her room, the uncomfortable fullness inside her shifting and sloshing with the movement. “Where’re you goin?” Ava called. “Gonnachangeouttamyworkclothes!” she said, shutting the door behind her and doubling over. “Oooof…” she groaned, her entire body genuinely wracked with discomfort. She popped open the button on her pants and immediately felt better as her bulging belly was able to take up the space it needed. She danced and jiggled as she skinned her pants down and replaced them with a pair of sweatshorts. She pulled her work shirt off, stepping side to side and pressing her thighs together, and pulled on a regular t-shirt. “Oh man…” she muttered, bobbing up and down and shoving her hand between her legs. She checked her phone and saw that it had been 15 minutes since she made the call. She had to hold it for 45 more minutes, then for however long animal control took to get the bird out… It was not possible. There was just no way. She sat on her bed and grinded into the corner of the mattress, rubbing her crotch with her fingers. She was trying to come up with a reason to leave the house by herself so she could find a gas station to empty her poor bladder, but it was hard to think with so much pee inside of her. That’s when she noticed a small cup by her bed. Reese couldn’t believe what she was considering. It wasn’t even that big of a cup. But it seemed a lot easier to let a little out in her bedroom than spend a few minutes in LA traffic just to find a place to piss. God, she needed it so badly. She grabbed the cup and drank the rest of the water that was inside it. Then, acutely aware of the lack of a lock on her door, hurriedly pulled her pants and panties down to her knees and positioned the cup under her crotch. It didn’t take long to start leaking. Her bladder was bursting. It also didn’t take long for the cup to get filled up. She didn’t even really get started by the time the warm, yellow liquid reached the brim and started to overflow through her fingers and splatter onto the hardwood floor. “Ahh- nngh- n- no-“ she whined, standing up to held stop the flow. She gripped her crotch, feeling the pee stop coming out. She was trembling, her urethral sphincter stinging badly. There was less urine inside her, but she was dying. The sight of the cup full of warm, foaming urine repulsed her. She put it on the floor under her bed and shook her hands dry, dancing and writhing on the spot as she pulled her pants back up. It wasn’t much of a relief, and now her peehole stung fiercely. She hurried out into the kitchen to wash her hands. The sight, sound, and feeling of the water on her hands caused the need to urinate to spike in urgency. She winced and wriggled madly on the spot, frantically getting the soap off her hands and wiping them on her pants. She gave herself a squeeze, cautiously making sure Ava hadn’t seen the embarrassing display. She hadn’t. Reese checked how much time passed since the phone call. 30 minutes. Halfway there. As she hobbled back to the couch, she was doubting herself pretty heavily. She couldn’t keep still for even a couple of seconds. Despite the discomfort, she was a grown woman who trusted her ability to control her body. She gritted her teeth through the throbs and waited.

I was laying in bed the other night cruising the web for pee stuff. I'd had a few alcoholic drinks and plenty of water so my bladder was filling up at a pretty steady pace. Eventually I was squirming a bit and getting uncomfortable. I didn't want to just go to the toilet, and I felt like I didn't really have the energy to clean up a full blown wetting, so I opted for something I haven't really done in a while. I grabbed an empty 2 liter bottle I had been drinking water from and emptied myself. Was kinda tricky trying to record with my phone with one had while balancing the bottle and keeping everything lined up with my other hand, but managed it with no leaks! Photo for capacity. I'll probably shared the video, haven't really decided yet.

Hello everyone! I'm a male, 26 years old, with short brown hair parted high on my left and swished across to my right. I have blue eyes and wear black plastic glasses with dark blue accents. I'm 5' 11" (180.34cm) at 170lbs (77kg). I've got broad shoulders and a large ribcage, with little to no stomach sticking out bc the bulk of my weight is muscle on my shoulders, upper arms and upper legs due to my racing and go karting hobbies. The steering in my Audi TT is a bit on the heavy side, so I end up building some muscle since I do practice runs every other day for at least an hour. I don't have a very large ass due to not holding fat on me. Before I begin with the story, I'd like to give some context. For as long as I can remember, I've been aroused by peeing where I'm not supposed to, holding to the point of genuine desperation, legitimately wetting myself (not just giving up and peeing... Genuine accidents bc I CAN'T hold it anymore), masturbating while bursting and/or right after bursting, and of course, finding new fun ways to do these things! More info on this is available in my thread Practice Makes Perfect! I know this is an 18+ site, so I'm not giving detail here... Just know that since about 3rd grade, I've done a hold that lead to a genuine accident at least once every week. For about a 6 month period during middle school (can't remember which year), I wet myself every day. These were all genuine accidents, never once did I say "I'm bored now" and just pee because I could. As a result of this, I now have a huge bladder and very strong holding muscles. Anyway, that's enough of this, since I'm not allowed to detail any of these holds due to the 18+ rule. If anyone is questioning my bladder size or thinking that I'm exaggerating, I've attached a picture to this post. It's literally just the same picture from the Practice Makes Perfect thread. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ When I was 19, I was at a family friend's house and started to not feel that great, so I used the restroom in hopes that I could just poop out whatever was bothering me, had some water (it was a rather hot day), and started walking home. Note that it would be at least 30 minutes before I got home even at my usual brisk pace bc of my nice long legs. I only got halfway home or so and a burning started, both in my bladder, and in my dick. I quickened my pace, hoping to get home and be able to deal with whatever this was. Naturally, when I was about 5 minutes away from home, the burning got more intense and spread to include my holding muscles and what I imagine was my urinary track. I again quickened my pace, my bladder protesting harshly and demanding that I empty my bladder into my pants right there on the side of the street in the middle of town with nothing to hide behind. I just clenched and kept speed walking. When I finally got home, I went inside and headed upstairs to the bathroom. I was in such a rush, I completely ignored my brother and my parents as I just speed walked straight upstairs and to the bathroom. When I finally got to the bathroom and opened the door, I was met with a powerful wave of desperation ON TOP of all the burning! I knew I didn't have long, and slammed the door shut as I fumbled for my zipper! Naturally, I completely lost control. There was no warning, just a sudden full throttle gush into my shorts, down my legs, and onto the floor! I was so mortified and overwhelmed with a mix of relief and whatever these burning sensations were that I just stood there, unable to stop the stream or even slow it down. As my dick always lays to the left, my stream soaked through that side of my shorts, my wallet, my car keys, and spread quickly on the floor! I stood there, nearly crying, trying to come up with what to do next. I grabbed a bunch of towels, threw them on the floor, started pulling things out of my pockets, and began cleaning up. I was still so mortified of what had just happened that I almost cried the whole time. I then showered, and did not jack off to any of this. Don't get me wrong, genuine accidents are like my favorite thing next to sex with a full bladder, but this was different. The burning didn't go away, and the shower did help, but it didn't entirely go away. I just ignored it bc I was so mortified and I didn't want my family to find out about my mishap. The burning went away about an hour after my shower and didn't come back. I intentionally drank just enough to stay hydrated for the rest of the evening, so that I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom. I did this out of fear that the burning might come back with a vengeance if I let my bladder get too full. I also peed quite often, not very large amounts, in an effort to keep my bladder empty and hopefully keep that burning from coming back. Later that night, I had some warm milk to calm my nerves before bed. Looking back on it, this probably lead to what happened later that night. At about 2am, I woke up to a sensation I hadn't felt in almost 20 years... I'd peed the bed in my sleep! By the time I'd woken up, my bladder was already empty! I was so mortified by all this that I completely stopped all omorashi related activities for a few weeks. I didn't jack off AT ALL for the entire time. I didn't tell anyone about any of it. Really just shat all over my mood and my self esteem. Silver lining! I pulled out of that lull a few weeks later and resumed omorashi related activities! I saved my first wank for when I was truly desperate and legit about to lose control, and oh boy was it an exceptional orgasm! Multiple back to back jets of cum, a warm ecstasy like I hadn't felt in a long time, and a truly magnificent follow up when my bladder burst a few minutes later and I came again! People describe post nut clarity as the best thing in the world, but when you've gone without for awhile and then suddenly get back into it, it's 10 times better! Maybe I should start participating in No Nut November so that I can give myself this gift every December! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At 20, I moved out of my parents house to live with my grandparents. I did this mostly out of care for my grandfather, a WWII veteran who was brittle diabetic, renal with double kidney failure, and a double amputee. Despite these disabilities, he had a morning routine of making sure his levels were good (his dialysis machine told us what his blood levels were), putting on his prosthetic legs (he had the ones where you could click the ankles to move the feet), and having a breakfast sized to his blood sugar level. The man knew what he had, and knew how to deal with it. I wanted to support him the best I could, since he was often frustrated about not being able to do the things he used to. I wanted to give it my best to make sure he wasn't lonely in his final years. He eventually peacefully passed, no suffering. We had a wonderful ceremony and every single police officer and veteran in the area came to congratulate the man on his excellent run at life! There's still a LOCAL HERO banner on one of the telephone poles near their house with his name and military accomplishments on it. Anycrap, this is supposed to be about omorashi, so let's get back on track. While at my grandparents, I had much more freedom to explore my fetish! Since pap was usually in the back room and grandma couldn't hear well enough to pick up on my moans, I didn't have to mute myself or suppress any orgasms. I was basically free to do what I wanted, so long as I helped around the house. I cleaned something once a day, sometimes doing household maintenance as well. Needless to say, I'd use these tasks as the starting points for massive holds! I'd drink 1L of water over 90 minutes or so, and I'd make sure to have a pop or something with me when I was cleaning or fixing things, so there was never a very dull moment! I have a few notable holds from living at my grandparents place, and none of them had the UTI scare that the first story did. Luckily, that's only happened once. First story from grandma's house: I was out with my gf at the time and had eaten lunch at a fancy restaurant. Naturally, I took full advantage of their unlimited refills on drinks. I had a lemonade, got a refill, drank the refill, and got another refill that I then put in a to-go cup. That's when we went shopping for about 2 hours before I drove her back to her house. I started sipping on my lemonade during the drive to her place, and by the time we arrived almost an hour later, I was REALLY full! Like, I had to put in genuine effort to not appear desperate in the driver's seat. I just muscled my way to her house, dropped her off, did my best to appear normal while helping her carry in the fruits of her shopping, and then drove home. It felt so good to be able to moan and hold myself without fear of anyone knowing! By the time I got back to town, I was SUPER DESPERATE! Like, couldn't keep my knees apart desperate! My bladder pushed out so far that I'd already loosened my seatbelt and undone my pants to give it room to expand! There was nothing I could do to stop the moans that came when my thighs tensed to keep my boiling hot piss off of the driver's seat! When I finally got home, I parked under the car port out back. Luckily, grandma's back yard was rather elaborate with lots of shrubs and small trees, so I had my pick of places to enjoy myself. Except, that didn't really matter... I stood up out of the car and clutched myself as hard as I could! I couldn't separate my thighs or my knees, nor could I stand up straight! Before I could do anything about anything, I lost a boiling hot spurt that lasted a few seconds and created a wet spot halfway down to my knee! I tried so hard to take a few steps forward and get my pants down behind a large shrub, but it was no use! I started peeing full force into my pants! It took me a few seconds to be able to stop it, and by that point, my left leg was nearly completely soaked! I then opened my pants and jacked off so hard before cumming and losing any control I had left! I power pissed for over a minute before the stream died down to a dribble and finally stopped! Of course, I jacked off again in the shower and CAME SUPER HARD! Second story from grandma's house: One day, my grandparents were both out for pap's doctor's appointment and I had the house to myself for several hours. I'd known about this long before they left, so I drank a metric butt ton of water and Gatorade before they left! I had nearly 3L of liquids over about 5 hours and was SUPER FULL! Like, even with PJ's on, the waist still dug into my bladder bc it was sticking out so far! Naturally, I was SUPER HARD and feeling really hot! I decided to see how far I could go and started playing video games to distract myself from my rapidly growing need! I was once again to the point of uncontrollable thigh clenches, unstoppable moans, and the NEED to grab myself to prevent a flood of boiling hot piss! You know like, when you get so turned on that you start breathing really heavy and nothing else matters? That's exactly what was happening! And my bladder's intense protests and demands to be emptied only turned me on further! I started masturbating to distract myself from my need, which actually worked somehow! However, when I came, I lost a large spurt and nearly lost it all right there on my gaming chair! I ran for the bathroom with my hand squeezing the hell out of my dick, losing one small spurt after another as I made my way down the hall to the toilet! Once there, I started to pull my pants down before it just started ROCKETING out of me! With no options left, I ended up leaving a trail across the bathroom floor as I hopped in the shower and emptied my bladder into my pajama pants! I swear it was coming out of my pocket, running down my leg, dripping directly from my crotch to the shower floor, and the hiss was so damn loud! I didn't even pee for a full minute because it was coming out so fast! Naturally, I jacked off again as soon as my bladder was empty and CAME SO HARD into my soaked pajama pants! I then undressed and took a shower. Third story from grandma's house: I read a thing online awhile back that said that your bladder can hold quite a lot while you sleep, and as long as you wake up before you wet the bed, you should be able to hold a rather large amount. Of course, this peaked my curiosity. I used the restroom about half an hour before bed to make sure I was getting a fair start. See, the plan was to drink JUST ENOUGH to be bursting by morning, not enough to not be able to make it through the night. I laid down several towels in case I'd end up losing some before making it out of bed, and went to bed for the night with a little over 2L in me! I remember having a couple strange dreams, but no wet dreams and no feelings of warmth or wetness. When I woke up the next morning, I had an entire ocean inside of me AND IT WANTED OUT! I immediately curled up and grabbed myself to prevent from wetting the bed and began my hobble to the bathroom. If I wasn't wearing pajamas, my thighs would've probably been visibly pale from being squeezed together so hard! I made it to the bathroom without losing a single spurt and decided to play a little game since I was still holding on by a thread! I started the shower and waited for the hot water to get there. Naturally, the sound of the water pushed my over the edge and I lost a boiling hot spurt lasting almost 10 seconds! I couldn't do anything except pull my rock hard dick out of my PJs and aim at the shower! Finally, I managed to stop the flow, and was still REALLY FULL! Like, it hadn't even really taken the edge off! It took me several attempts to get the water to the right temperature because I kept recoiling and grabbing myself furiously! I finally climbed in the shower and began masturbating furiously! I was so hot! I came and came and came within just a few strokes and then there was nothing I could do to stop the dam from bursting! I pissed boiling hot, very yellow, strong smelling morning pee for what felt like several minutes! I actually reached out of the shower to open the window due to the smell now that the moment was over and I just wanted to get myself clean. While the desperation was brief and I only managed to get a few strokes in before I came, it was some of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced! I don't have any idea how I slept through the night with that much boiling hot piss in me! I plan on adding additional stories as comments to this post whenever I'm ready to share them and I'm not super tired like I am right now. Good night and sweet dreams everyone!