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It was hard to get used to for the first month or so. She had many ‘close calls,’ going from kind of needing a toilet to absolutely dying for a piss before she knew it. At that point, she would almost always be in the car, the middle of class, or anywhere else without immediate access to a lavatory. She held it for so long and so often that she sort of got used to the feeling. It was because of this, she believed, that her bladder had stretched to a much greater size than it once was. She reached down and squeezed herself when she heard her say "is somebody in here?" from down the hall. "Is somebody else home, Chloe?" she called. Not allowed," Damien sang. He patted Sol's shoulder. "It's okay. We can heavily make out afterwards." Chloe sat on her foot to ease some urinary pressure. She made the mental note to not talk with her sister about peeing again. Damien, for a moment, thought Sol was going to wet himself. But then he followed Sol's eyes and there stood Sol's father, dressed in a suit, standing on the driveway with an expression of absolute disgust.
This first story is one which i remember well, it is from about 20 years ago when she was 29 or 30. It was not a planned holding session, just turned into one and I always found these to be the best.
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At last the coach was stopping– pulling up at the side of the road, not a proper coach stop, but just a bit of pavement near Oxford Street. Frantic, not able to think of anything except finding a loo, Joan looked desperately around for the sign she so wanted to see: “Ladies,” or “Public Lavatories.” She was trying her best to keep still as the cashier rang up her quart size gatorade, but she wasn’t doing a very good job of it. She politely thanked the cashier with her legs twisted up like a pretzel and rushed outside to get her penny board, but it wasn’t where she left it. Her heart sank. Someone must have stolen it. This must be the worst day of her life. She got it for nine dollars at a yard sale, but it still made her angry. On top of that, the poor girl still had to pee so bad. She started the long walk home with one hand between permanently her legs. I don't even know what to look for," Emily said, audibly distressed and clearly unable to keep still. "And mom and dad's toilet still isn't even replaced yet. It's still just a hole in the ground. I'm no joke thinking about using it."
This sat in her mind for a moment. Then, against her better judgement, she tested the strength of her bladder muscles again. With her legs twisted up like a pretzel, holding herself tightly, she relaxed her sphincter. Almost immediately, before any gas had the chance to come out, she started leaking. Lurching forward and squeezing herself as hard as she could, she let out a desperate squeak before she was able to stop herself from peeing. Hi Chakamami. You are not stupid bad girls. There is no significance of the Walmart bag, but I carry it with me if I go to the washroom, upstairs to the kitchen (where I eat meals), etc. It's to make it easier for myself to carry my things around the house since at meals and if I go out for appointments with somebody I can write down the time, where I am and what I am doing. That's because my stroke and brain surgery affected my memory somewhat. I am mostly fine otherwise just need to be careful and write things down. Your question is not silly. *hugs* Carlene, I really need to pee. I’m serious, I’m about to pee on myself and now the bathrooms are closed!!!” Amber wailed, totally desperate and in panic, her intense desperation reaching new moments of pain, her urethra seemingly burning, her tummy completely distended, the stinging pain coming in spasms, her body clenched, keeping her ocean of pee inside. Sol whirled around, and made an "oomph" noise as the tingles from the ground rushed to his full bladder; the quivering organ full and round with piss. He knew it pretty pathetic to feel full after one glass of coke, but the coke had been extra large, and Sol wasn't used to holding it. He always took precaution to go every hour, so his bladder muscles had weakened considerably over the years. To top it off, he'd never had the largest bladder to begin with.Damien, please." Sol couldn't argue with him about this. He didn't have the energy or concentration to debate. His whole body was shaking in agony, his bladder feeling swollen and rounded with pee. After a moment of agonizing silence, Damien finally said, "Fine. Home. But if the Advil I give you doesn't work, I'm taking you the hospital." Just a tiny bit of pushing was required; after that my butt was on autopilot. I could feel that my logs were really wide. Steve gave me a passionate kiss mid-log which I always like. Peeing happened after the majority of my poop was out. Cos I was so pissed I wasnt too steady on my feet and ended up toppling about and weeing on my shoes. Unfortunately, they were suede. For some reason (probably the fact I'd been in a place with a free bar for 8 hours) I found this very, very upsetting and ended up walking home, barefoot, crying my eyes out.
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