Pistachio 202 Posted July 9, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted July 9, 2019 (edited) HOOOOOOOOOH BOY. This was easily the absolute BIGGEST hold I've ever done in my entire life. As someone who normally has a bladder the size of a walnut, I wish I was exaggerating but I fought hard to continue every single step of the way! I did not let any leakage take over. I did not let muscles weakening take over until it was time. I recorded myself, took many pictures of myself, and saved several screenshots, just so I can remind myself of this massive undertaking and to show you lovelies just how intense it was. I don't know if I can do anything of this caliber for at least a couple of months, or maybe uh, years, but I'm super proud! (Warning: very brief mention of female masturbation shortly after the Hotel Hold begins.) On to the story! Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Work. Sleep. Repeat. Doing this for nearly 2 months straight, 7 days a week, with very little time to myself, was starting to become very taxing. I decided I needed an evening off, at least to relax and have fun and replenish myself, and to do something different. But since I had work that Saturday morning, I decided on a bit of a staycation rather than traveling somewhere. So I booked a hotel room, where I decided would be the place I eventually let loose, but not a minute before I couldn't take it anymore. I really don't think I could have done it without the help of @EmesiraGimil who cheered me on to keep going about every five minutes or so, stayed close to me the entire time, and helped me believe in myself. Nor my boyfriend, who was also there to support me. (He is not on this site.) Buckle up. This is gonna be a ride but you can skip to hotel shenanigans in bold, the preamble is pretty much my day and some desperation in preparation for the Big One! Context + boring appearance things: my dog weighs more than I do, I'm average height, and am ethnically ambiguous, or so I've been told. That day at work I had on a pretty, long, salmon dress that toes the line between business and casual. What's that called? Oh yeah. Business casual. Because it was such a slow Friday, work let out earlier than usual, which almost never happens. Excited, I quickly closed up shop and ran out of the place, forgetting to do a very important something before feeling the pressure sink into itself as I entered my car. Oh. In preparation for my time at the hotel, I decided to take it relatively easy, but still wanted to warm up a little with a small hold. Getting to leave work early actually gave me some time to do some light shopping, something I really don't get to do all that often, and I picked out some new work pants, which I would end up damaging two days later, a salmon top meant for active wear, and some jeans on clearance that were actually slightly yellow by default, but tastefully so. But I had to make sure everything fit ok. At this point, I was definitely feeling full, and just entering the stall of the fitting room clearly reminded me of something else, and I already had to double over and stuff both my hands down to not leak into something I hadn't even bought yet! Thankfully everything fit. I wasn't about to ask the fitting room attendant where the bathroom was, as I could definitely hold on until I got to somewhere else that wasn't the clothing store. This was to be the calm before the storm. An impromptu idea crept into my mind, as I was reminded of a story that I used to read even before I joined this site, and I knew tonight was the night to try all the new things. (@rachelkirwan, I have you to thank for this!) So off I went to Walmart. I left that place with an empty bladder, some snacks, a bottle of chocolate milk, and a pack of Goodnites, and headed off to the massage parlor, testing a pair of training pants. These flower and owl print beauties held up surprisingly well, better than an adult brand I'm accustomed to for traveling purposes. I think I might have found a new addition to my travel kit. Purchasing the contraband was not easy, and my face was flushed during the entirety of my time at Walmart, but I suppose other people could have chalked it up to the hot weather. Still, as I was in the self-checkout, my face burned as I handled the training pants clearly meant for little girls about a decade or so younger than me. Either way, they were all mine. The massage was absolutely wonderful, it's such a boost to circulation and my muscles had been tight in places I didn't even realize! However, the second I got up from the massage table, it hit me like a brick thrown by a college age baseball player. It was time to find a bathroom, and quickly. "Now then you just take your time, don't move around too fast, and please have some more water. It'll definitely help you to not feel sore the next day." The sizable glass of water with delicious condensation sliding down, ice cubes bobbing within, without a care in the world--it nearly toppled me over the edge! I fought hard not to wince or hold myself. Holding back liquid is so much harder when you've got nothing on. Even panties would seem like a small shield of sorts. "Ah..." I licked my cracked lips and was acutely aware of my parched throat. Do massages just squeeze your kidneys or something?! Was there like a pressure point somewhere on a finger and it means "mmkay I'm just gonna send all this water south you cool with that?"? Every ounce of my being wanted to flee the other way and run straight for the bathroom, refusing and apologizing profusely on the way, but what I actually said was "Thank you. Water's just what I...needed." Which was only half true. I quickly downed the water and fled to the bathroom as fast as my dizzy and remolded body would allow. That was a slightly scary scenario. A little closer than I'd have liked. There it was in the locker, untouched. With the full knowledge I wouldn't be using a toilet again that night, I put on the flower print training pants, shimmying them one side up my hip, then the other, and happily went on my way to have dinner. They felt oddly comfortable and I got the strangest urge to go as soon as they were on me, as if I WANTED to empty myself into them right away. That wasn't happening. No more relief until tonight when I was safe and in the hotel room. ... okay maybe just a couple of drops to test it. Dinner was lovely but largely uneventful, save for a large glass of iced tea, and, once I left, I recalled the now slightly warm bottle of chocolate milk I had in the car. The heat hadn't done too much to alter the taste, and it was still pleasantly cool. But I was feeling very bloated and graceless, the water, iced tea, and milk very slowly getting processed. As if on cue, the muffled crinkling against my skin caught my attention. It was such a stark reminder that there was a safety net in which everything I had contained could fall, maybe, just maybe.... without betraying me. I still didn't know how good the goodnites were at the time. Those training pants were going to come off of me the first step I took into my room. I was a big girl. I could take care of myself. I didn't need those things. At least, not the temptation they so freely provided. Hotel shenanigans and the Hold of My Life begin here! Checking in at the front desk was almost embarrassing but then I noticed something I learned from @SoggyShorts-- by default, the front desk wouldn't notice. And if he noticed, he wouldn't really care. As I thanked him in very mildly wet training pants, I walked to my room, keys in hand, and the XL bottle of chocolate milk, large iced tea, and sizable glass of water already making their way through my body. My heart pounded and my bladder squeezed, ready to do its dance in the safe space it craved. This was it. My time to shine. I was so close to getting in and start the hold proper...! The keys got stuck. My bladder seized in panic, and I clamped a hand down to stop it, heart hammering in my throat as I was perfectly lit in the twilight hour. No one saw. Audibly groaning, I waddled back to the front desk, the gentle struggle in my abdomen cleverly hidden by all the bags I was carrying. I got helped with my door and was sent on my way, finally managing to enter the room. I carelessly threw everything on a desk, and yanked off my jeans. The training pants came off too, and I could feel my sensitive areas gasp at the sudden coolness on my skin. I could almost see the little people in my head at work, like in the movie Inside Out. Okay, she's taking off her bottoms, so that can mean one of two things... she's finally ready to let go. LIKE HELL THAT WOULD HAPPEN. I did the only thing I could think of to do with no bottoms and a bladder threatening to release simply because I did something it was used to just before letting go. I... As much as I don't want to admit this, I ended up putting my fingers in contact to trick my brain and felt multiple kinds of wetness already. That always surprises me because I never expect to feel that way. I suppose my body does. That at least shut it up and prevented a huge carpet accident, not to mention felt wonderful with all the pressure... Anyway. I quickly yanked up my lovely panties and the now-tight jeans over them, already wishing I could use the toilet that was oh so very close by. (Pausing to make a brief legend: Blue: Emesira Green: boyfriend Purple: me) With encouragement from both gentlemen, I was determined to hang on, performing some of the classic actions. Wiggling, pacing, hand squarely between thighs (sometimes, even though Emesira had told me not to-- sorry!) While watching YouTube videos on my phone as I had not brought my laptop, I was caught off guard not by Lindsay Ellis jumping on the Game of Thrones season 8 disappointment bandwagon, but by a banging on the doors of my urethra. I did everything I could to stave it off but it felt like loss of control was inevitable--I even put a towel on an armchair and straddled it, even recorded myself doing this to see if it would help but... nothing. I voiced my concerns and was disappointed I was only holding for about a half an hour before I felt ready to explode. Surely I could do more...? And then something absolutely amazing happened that I had no idea could actually happen! I stopped needing to go. It was like hitting the pause button in the middle of a harrowing movie on a very tolerable frame. the scary part was still there, as well as all the pressure, but it felt a lot more manageable. I have never had that happen before in my life. It gave me such a sensation of freedom I thought I could hold on forever! I went on contentedly listening to what Ms. Ellis had to say about such an ending to a show that started out wonderful. Until someone hit the play button again. I jammed my fingers into the folds of my jeans and gripped--hard. But it wasn't enough. More than several drops slipped out of me and clung to my jeans and I immediately began to lose hope. Just taking this picture for you guys made me leak even more! Emesira, though egging me on to keep holding, tried to make it easier by pretty much saying "only until the end of the hour. Try that." I felt dangerously close to losing it already and at times I just let my muscles go, my sentries of fingers keeping the several drinks inside of me at bay. But maybe I could do this for just a bit longer, I thought. NAMING SAID DRINKS TO MY BOYFRIEND DID NOT HELP MATTERS. Then it happened again. Not as amazing as relief would have been, but I felt like I had the power to continue. Despite all the pressure and the leakage I was determined to continue. Despite the drops teetering off my fingers ready to contribute to the dark wet spot I could feel so easily in my jeans, I was determined to continue. However...I couldn't type properly or even use voice to text, my voice was so scratchy. I was dripping all over with the sheer effort just to keep everything inside. Water was a must at this point, so I took a massive swig from my water bottle, dumped a little on me because of my trembling hands, and got it on camera. I'll probably post that one too on here but for now, here are my pants. The difficulty was only going to increase, I knew that much. I could no longer sit down as apparently it reminded my body too much of being on a toilet. But standing...I could manage...I could not-leak more than I already had. Probably. Each minute felt like an actual drop in the bucket of my bladder and I was very surprised that I made it to 10 PM. The struggle only got tougher, as I predicted-- one minute I was calmly walking around, the next,I was FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE. I paced faster, but not too fast so as not to jostle the volatile container within me, much like a lion in a cage, but unlike the lion, my pacing had purpose. I felt safe in this arena, doing battle with my mind and body at once, and although the evidence was all too clear at this point, I soldiered on. I say soldiered, but there was a fair bit of whimpering going on. Soldiers can whimper sometimes, can't they? I needed help and after asking Emesira a Very Important Question, felt the need subside a little bit as a monster retreats into the shadows, growling in promise of more powerful revenge. He kept telling me I didn't really need to go... which was true but absolutely cruel. At this point in the night, after trying to catch the end of Amelie on the hotel TV and understanding very little of it because A. My French vocabulary is still pretty limited and B. LYING ON YOUR SIDE ON A HOTEL BED WHILE YOU FEEL PREGNANT WITH HARD WORKING KIDNEYS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA I realized something right then and there that, throughout my month or so on the forum, I had never once typed these particular words. I. Had. TO PEE. Wiggling and holding were all I could do, and I couldn't risk damaging hotel property by sitting on the armchair anymore, so that left one last place for me to stay: the bathroom. My heart and sphincter alike were pulsing in tandem, two drums to announce an arrival of something long-awaited. At this point, my poor new jeans did not look like they could take much more of this treatment, so it was off to the bathroom with me. I stayed there, pacing in smaller steps, struggling not to look at the smooth white surface that promised the relief I so-- desperately-- craved. Instead I laid my towels on the floor, rolled a few hand towels on top of the toilet, leaning over as I did so--ack! And the camera was rolling. I decided to put one last little show of desperation before I completely lost it, doing everything in my power and beyond to keep everything from spilling out. There was a sizable leak, a hiss I swear you could pick up, and even less of my jeans remained its original light color, but that's not the crazy part. Crazy part was that, although I was known for having a bladder the size of a walnut, and I had all the freedom to let go that I could possibly wish for, right there in front of a toilet, into my jeans and the towels I had set up... My sphincter closed again and I refused to let go. Bewildered, I quickly stopped the camera and told my friend and boyfriend such. With the state of my jeans and I could swear even my shirt at this point, I wasn't sure if it was all that worth it to keep holding on, but strangely enough, I just wanted to keep holding. I wouldn't be able to sleep in this condition, that was for certain, and I did have work the next morning, but I really wanted to see how far I can go. Insert Moana song here. It even looks like an already lost battle, doesn't it? Don't you worry, I had plenty in me at that time! ...*WHEEZE* I crack myself up. However, it seems all good things must come to an end. It was almost like I felt somebody touch me on my shoulder, and tell me, "it's time." My sphincter continued to pulse, throbbing with every step, wiggle, every single action that I made. My hand seemed permanently stuck in that claw-like holding position. It felt like I had to push to let go, but once I did, there it was. The sweet warmth escaped me at last with a trembling moan to accompany it, but my hand seemed fused to the spot. At first I was slightly annoyed that I had seemed to give up so easily, but all the same, for someone with a walnut bladder, it is something for me to be proud of. I have no regrets. Here is the damage for those who are interested. I also have a video of the wetting itself--a finale, if you will. I cleaned up so as not to give the housekeeper a bad day, and decided to hand wash the jeans and towels, forgetting about my panties completely. Whoops. You can see just how badly I needed to go, eh? I wrapped up with my boyfriend and Emesira. After such a physical and mental ordeal I felt like I needed to sleep! It was 11 PM after all. I settled into the hotel bed for the night, thinking about the day's events. But then I remembered--I still had a bunch of Goodnites in my bag! I smiled to myself. What better way to give my bladder a break than to sleep on it? But that's another story. Edited July 9, 2019 by Pistachio (see edit history) Mariner62, sig, largebio and 15 others 18 Quote Link to comment
NocturnaI 25 Posted July 9, 2019 Share Posted July 9, 2019 54 minutes ago, Pistachio said: But that's another story W h e n Quote Link to comment
Bravestone 375 Posted July 9, 2019 Share Posted July 9, 2019 Wow! That was quite a hold. I love the pics and your choice of jeans too! Very sexy P! Quote Link to comment
BlueWetter 500 Posted July 9, 2019 Share Posted July 9, 2019 My goodness, that's quite the hold! I absolutely enjoyed the description and pictures.. ☺️ Quote Link to comment
EmesiraGimil 50 Posted July 9, 2019 Share Posted July 9, 2019 6 hours ago, Pistachio said: With encouragement from both gentlemen, I was determined to hang on, performing some of the classic actions. Wiggling, pacing, hand squarely between thighs (sometimes, even though Emesira had told me not to-- sorry!) You cheater! I trusted you! I honestly believed in you! ...jokes aside, I have to give you props for your writing skills; I had VIP (VIPee?) seats to the whole thing, but hot damn reading this was like witnessing a whole new experience. Congratulations on your achievement, girl~ Quote Link to comment
Mariner62 1,554 Posted July 9, 2019 Share Posted July 9, 2019 That story has given me some ideas for a trip later this summer. Sounds like you had fun. Quote Link to comment
SoggyShorts 815 Posted July 9, 2019 Share Posted July 9, 2019 I am glad that you found my advice helpful, and I love the photos! I usually tell people my bladder is the size of a pee LOL Quote Link to comment
derpleperp 36 Posted July 10, 2019 Share Posted July 10, 2019 Which video is of you wetting? Quote Link to comment
Pistachio 202 Posted July 10, 2019 Author Share Posted July 10, 2019 (edited) The one that's 2 minutes long and *checks* OH MY GOD. Thank you so much for pointing that out, I'll get the video where I ACTUALLY let everything loose posted right away! I can't believe I left out the finale! Video page has been updated with one more video! Edited July 10, 2019 by Pistachio (see edit history) waterrat 1 Quote Link to comment
etechie 21 Posted July 10, 2019 Share Posted July 10, 2019 I watched the video, very good, also you are very good at writing, very good writing style, and very descriptive, I can't wait to hear about more Pistachio 1 Quote Link to comment
Red Simpson 302 Posted July 10, 2019 Share Posted July 10, 2019 Absolutely loved your story, I enjoyed it all from when you were empty to letting it all go, I loved reading what your bf and friend had to say, wish I could've been apart of the conversation. I also loved the pictures and the accompanying video, hearing your moan in the end=SOOOOOO CUTE! Quote Link to comment
Theoneloser 11 Posted July 10, 2019 Share Posted July 10, 2019 Really nice story and pics Quote Link to comment
g i p funny 3 Posted July 10, 2019 Share Posted July 10, 2019 You did an awsome. looks like you can can hold more that a walnut amount Quote Link to comment
wettingman 1,586 Posted July 11, 2019 Share Posted July 11, 2019 I loved your long story of an intense 2 hour hold, including lots of detail , live chat views and great pix. I enjoyed the pictures of you continuing to hold even well after you began wetting your pants. I just imagine all that pee still in there , that you are struggling to hold in. HOT. I am sure the video of the finally was equally awesome. For some reason after numerous attempts i am only seeing about 2 seconds of it . Your jeans are already soaked but you are still holding yourself. The files leading to the end don't work at all. Is that what you intended? Anyway great story Quote Link to comment
Pistachio 202 Posted July 11, 2019 Author Share Posted July 11, 2019 10 hours ago, wettingman said: I loved your long story of an intense 2 hour hold, including lots of detail , live chat views and great pix. I enjoyed the pictures of you continuing to hold even well after you began wetting your pants. I just imagine all that pee still in there , that you are struggling to hold in. HOT. I am sure the video of the finally was equally awesome. For some reason after numerous attempts i am only seeing about 2 seconds of it . Your jeans are already soaked but you are still holding yourself. The files leading to the end don't work at all. Is that what you intended? Anyway great story Thank you kindly for the compliment! It was a lot of hard work just keeping it all inside and not giving up even WITH encouragement. That sounds really frustrating--I downloaded them from the site myself, as well as asked people who downloaded, and playback was fine for us. DM me and I'll see if I can help you further. Red Simpson and wettingman 2 Quote Link to comment
pdeferred 62 Posted July 13, 2019 Share Posted July 13, 2019 Wow! That was epic. I especially love your description of changing back into your jeans in the hotel room - for me, manipulating my body's own expectations is one of the most sensual parts of desperation play, and the conscious decision to hold it is another. Thank you so much for sharing the story! Quote Link to comment
nappypants 1,403 Posted July 13, 2019 Share Posted July 13, 2019 On 7/11/2019 at 3:27 AM, wettingman said: I loved your long story of an intense 2 hour hold, including lots of detail , live chat views and great pix. I enjoyed the pictures of you continuing to hold even well after you began wetting your pants. I just imagine all that pee still in there , that you are struggling to hold in. HOT. Yes, I love the situation where a woman is already thoroughly soaked, she's got a big wet bum and maybe jeans wet down to the knees, and yet she's still incredibly desperate and doing everything she can to hold on... you want to say "Come on, the damage is already done, just let it go..." Quote Link to comment
Cherry47 2 Posted July 14, 2019 Share Posted July 14, 2019 Definitely one of my favorite experiences on here! Good job on holding as long as you did Quote Link to comment
SomeNewGuy 65 Posted July 15, 2019 Share Posted July 15, 2019 What an exciting and well written story! And such sexy photos! You look incredibly hot peeing in your pants. Thank you so much for sharing.👍 Quote Link to comment
heheovereggs 0 Posted July 25, 2019 Share Posted July 25, 2019 It’s a little bit hard for me to read but the photos are very nice thanks Quote Link to comment
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