I Get Turned On By Female Desperation
I knew I was in for a desperate day when I awoke early to see a small paper sign placed in front of my alarm clock with the words “Hold it, I’ll be home early” written on it. I brushed it aside slightly and noticed that it was only 6am; I already needed a wee but wasn’t desperate and was barely able to keep my eyes open so rolled over and snuggled back down into the duvet, I was asleep again in moments.
I awoke again at 8:30am and still needed to pee but it was Saturday morning and I was in no rush to get up so I rearranged my pillows and sat up, I grabbed my book and began to read. Time always disappears so quickly when you get into a good book and before I knew what was happening it was 10am. I realised I was hungry and decided to go on the hunt for breakfast, usually on a Saturday my boyfriend and I would have breakfast in bed but today he had to work so I was having to fend for myself. I finished my chapter and pulled back the duvet, the bedroom was slightly chilly and the cold air on my legs reminded me of my increasing need to pee, I wasn’t desperate but was becoming rather uncomfortable. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my bladder, I could feel that it was hard and full with 12 hours of pee; it ached as I rubbed it and I sat for a moment in blissful discomfort as my bladder began to beg for relief. I stopped rubbing and the aching subsided, easing into a dull but very obvious throb.
As I sat there I noticed a note on the door, I squinted to read it in the dim light (the curtains were still closed) “Hungry? Look in the beer fridge for breakfast”. Now at this point I need to explain that my boyfriend’s house has a ‘beer fridge’ in the bedroom for those pre girlfriend days where he would lie in bed watching sport all day! But today the beer fridge contained a lovely fruit salad and some yogurt, as well as a carton of orange juice and some bottles of water… And several bottles of beer as usual! I poured myself a glass of Orange Juice and poured the yogurt over the fruit before opening the curtains and sitting back on the bed to eat my lovely breakfast.
I sent a text to the boyfriend thanking him and asking what time he would be home, I gulped down my orange juice as I waited for a reply. I must have been thirsty so helped myself to a bottle of water which I also gulped down in no time; my bladder began to ache as if it knew what was about to head towards it. I rubbed it gently, reassuring it that it would be allowed relief soon enough. A few minutes later a text rang through from my boyfriend, it read as follows:
“Hey baby, you getting desperate already?! I’ll be home around midday to pick you up for pampering then we’ll come home for some fun then if you’re lucky I might just let you pee pee, love you!”
I had to admit I was extremely excited! I wondered what pampering he had in store for me and wondered how long I would have to hold it before he finally allowed me to relieve myself, I was so pleased that my normally disinterested boyfriend was suddenly so keen to make me hold it! What a fantastic day this was going to be! My only concern was whether my bladder could hold out for such a long time, it was 10pm the previous night when I had last been to the loo and it was now almost 11am, I had already been holding for 13 hours and was feeling the pressure. I decided that I would see how I felt in an hour’s time and let a tiny amount out just before the boyfriend came home to ensure that I could prolong my desperation as much as possible. I lay back down on the bed and picked up my book, lying on my side seemed to ease the discomfort in my now bursting bladder and the warm winter sun shining through the windows soon helped in lulling me back off to sleep.
I woke with a jolt and checked the time, 11:45am, it was almost time for the other half to return and I badly needed to pee. I sat up and swung my legs to the side of the bed, my bladder protested at being squashed so I stood up for a moment and looked out of the window to check that his car wasn’t yet there. I crossed my legs and fidgeted as my bladder tried its luck, I wasn’t desperate yet but every now and again a wave of pressure overcame me as the bottle of water and orange juice began to reach my already uncomfortably full bladder. It was uncomfortable to walk as I gingerly stepped around the bed to the bedroom door, I wiggled my bum and crossed my legs as I pulled at the door to try and open it, it was often stiff and I was slightly weakened by my awkward pose so I repositioned myself to try again. Try as I might the door just would not open; I bent down to look through the keyhole and immediately noticed that the key was in the other side… I giggled with delight at my boyfriend’s resourcefulness, he knew that when faced with the possibility of public desperation I would always try and release a little so had removed my opportunity, or so he thought!
He had obviously forgotten the catalogue of empty items underneath the bed, a foot spa, a measuring jug, as I lowered myself carefully onto my hands and knees I once again chuckled this time at his naivety! I held my crotch as I lowered myself almost completely onto my belly to look underneath the bed and was shocked to see that anything that could be used to empty my bladder had been removed, there was just a piece of paper folded with a love heart drawn on it, I reached beneath the bed and grabbed it as I sat up to the relief of my poor bladder. I unfolded the note to see just two words… “No cheating” once again I laughed, I was thoroughly enjoying this type of torture!
I heard a car door slam followed closely by the front door opening and my boyfriend bounding up the stairs, he unlocked the door and poked his head around the opening, I scowled at him and his face dropped. “Oh no am I in trouble?” he said, sounding down heartened “I thought you’d enjoy it”. I couldn’t pretend any longer and burst out laughing, he sat down on the bed and I turned onto my knees and knelt between his legs, he kissed me and stroked my face. “You need to get dressed we’re going out, you’re booked in for a foot massage and pedicure” he smiled, it was my favourite way to spend an afternoon and he knew it, I had never before endured it whilst needing a wee so badly though, this would be a new experience!
I didn’t need to rush, we had an hour to get there and it was just a few minutes away by car, my boyfriend lay on the bed as I picked out some clothes. I chose black leggings as they were stretchy enough to accommodate my growing bladder (and dark enough to not snow any accidents) and a long thick pink loose neck jumper which would keep me warm, as despite the sun feeling warm through the window I knew it was bitterly cold outside. Now for the hard part, a shower! I made a promise to my boyfriend that I wouldn’t pee and I intended to keep it, I started the water running and ******** off my t-shirt and knickers before stepping into the shower, the feel of the warm water running down my body immediately reminded me of my aching bladder, it throbbed and pulsated as I fought against it to keep its load inside. I quickly washed myself, allowing the warm water to run over my tummy and soothe my contracting muscles as much as possible.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel before heading back into the bedroom, my boyfriend was fast asleep on the bed, he had left for work super early that morning and was exhausted, I stood and watched him for a while all the time shifting my weight from one foot to another as the discomfort of such a full bladder began to destroy my ability to stand still. I dried myself and pulled on my jumper, then tied back my hair and added my jewellery before finally pulling on some knickers and wiggling into my leggings, they weren’t tight but even the minimal pressure on my overfull bladder added to my discomfort. I sat on the bed and stroked my boyfriend’s face until he woke “Wow, you look gorgeous, ready to go?” he said, making me smile. I nodded and carefully stood up, “How bad is it?” he asked with a glint of excitement in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before, “Pretty bad” I replied lifting up my jumper and rubbing my swollen bladder “I think I’m fit to burst before much longer”, his hand replaced mine and he gently pressed on my bladder making me wince and gasp “Don’t press to hard” I protested “Honestly I really do have to go badly”. He paused for a moment before responding “You’ll be fine, you can hold it!”
We headed downstairs and grabbed our coats, I slipped on some flip flops, if I was having a pedicure I didn’t want to smudge my freshly applied polish afterwards. Finally my boyfriend opened the door and I headed outside, the icy wind almost blew me off my feet and the cold caused my bladder to contract almost more than I could manage, I pee danced on the driveway urging my boyfriend to unlock the car so I could get out of the wind. Once seated in the semi warm car I felt a little better, I carefully fastened my seatbelt and was ready to go. His old car seemed to have no suspension whatsoever and my poor swollen bladder was bounced around like a rubber ball, causing the worst discomfort. In no time at all we were at the spa, the assistant took my coat and showed me to a seat, she informed me that there was a slight wait but offered me a drink while we waited, before I could open my mouth my boyfriend had ordered champagne, explaining that he wanted to spoil me, this day couldn’t get better!
Before long I was sipping champagne and reading magazines in a recliner chair, absolute bliss! My bladder was full to the absolute brim with 15.5 hours of pee and had moved from uncomfortable to verging on painful, but in the warmth of the spa with relaxing music and friendly faces it felt wonderful. I put my glass down for a moment and leant my head back, laying my magazine over my abdomen and closing my eyes as I gently but firmly pressed on my tummy just below my belly button. I breathed in as deeply as possible forcing air into my lungs causing extra pressure on my already highly pressurised bladder; I gently palpated it with my fingers causing waves of blissful agony to overcome me. I could feel how tightly the muscles of my bladder were stretched; it was like pressing my fingers onto a basketball, firm and hard with very little movement and very little room for any more liquid. The lower down I pressed the more it hurt, I gently lifted my fingers and began gently stroking the skin over my bursting bladder, the sensation sent shivers up my spine and gave me goosebumps, I was in absolute heaven, on the verge of utter desperation but not yet feeling the full force of the urge to release, I was holding it in of my own free will but was completely unaware of how much longer that would last… For now though it was heavenly.
My thoughts were penetrated by the sound of a woman’s voice; the assistant was asking me to come through to the spa area to start my treatment. She took my glass and magazine and asked me to follow her, I stood up and began to walk after her, the discomfort in my bladder was immense, it felt as though I was walking with a boulder pressing down on my pelvic floor muscles and I had no choice but to keep them tense as I walked, adding to the pressure. The assistant showed me to another reclining chair and waited while I sat down, she positioned the chair over a footbath and asked me to place my feet into the warm water when I was ready, she left the room and left me and my boyfriend alone. I lifted my feet off the cold floor and lowered them into the warm water; I instantly squeezed my thighs together and winced as my bladder tried to release a squirt of pee. “Have you just wet yourself?” my boyfriend asked, I looked at him and shook my head “Nearly though!” I responded. He stroked my hand “You can hold it, think of the fun we’ll have” he encouraged.
I arched my back and fidgeted my legs as I fought against my bladder’s desperate attempts to relieve itself, it was agony to hold it and I longed for relief but knew that the contractions would soon subside. I was right, within a few minutes the continual contractions and desperation had eased but it now hurt to hold it in, my bladder had reached its limit and had stretched to the point of pain. After 10 minutes the beautician entered the room and took a seat facing me, she began to explain: “Okay what I’m going to do first is soften your feet, then I will massage and moisturise them before finishing the pedicure and polishing your nails, have you thought about a colour you would like?” I shook my head, somewhat distracted by the state of my bladder. She handed me a colour chart to look at while she began the pedicure.
My boyfriend poured me another glass of champagne, my third in just over half an hour, it had begun to go to my head and no doubt soon enough would also have its wicked way with my bladder. I sat back in the chair and once again closed my eyes; my thoughts were almost completely consumed by my bladder which was causing me the type of pain low down in my abdomen that would cause a less seasoned holder to be forced to relieve themselves. However my muscles were holding fast, containing the still growing ocean of pee somehow still trapped within my overstretched and painful bladder. I once again placed my hands on my tummy and gently pressed at various points, causing varying degrees of discomfort and pain, pressing low down actually relieved the pain a little so I lingered there as long as I could manage to before releasing and feeling the sharp pain as the muscles were forced to stretch painfully again. I was absolutely dying for a wee but fortunately the worst of the desperation hadn’t kicked in yet so although it was painful I was able to remain relatively still.
“Right that’s the first part of the pedicure done, I’m going to leave you to rest for about 5 minutes before I come back and do your massage and finish off, if you need the loo at all it’s just through that door” the therapist explained. “I was just wondering, how long will the massage and pedicure take?” I asked, I was beginning to have concerns about my bladder’s staying power. “Well, the massage will take around half an hour, about 15 mins per foot, then we usually leave your feet to rest for a little while again before painting, then of course you need to leave them a little while to touch dry before walking, so around an hour from now, honestly you’ll feel so much more relaxed if we don’t rush it” she replied. I nodded “Oh no, I don’t want you to rush I was just curious” I replied with a fake smile.
With that she left the room.
“I am absolutely DYING for a wee!!!” I burst out as soon as the door closed, “I’m not sure I can hold it for another hour, well, I can possibly hold it but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold still” I protested to my boyfriend. “I can tell you need it badly but I think you can manage, I’ve seen you much worse than this” he replied, I knew he was right but this was such an abnormal situation, the woman was sitting at my feet if I did squirt then she would notice straight away, I explained this to my boyfriend whilst all the time wriggling around in discomfort. He encouraged me as best he could: “Listen, you can hold it I know you can, just sit back and relax into your foot massage and the time will go by so quickly!” “Can’t I just let a little out, I can’t relax because my bladder is SO full and I am virtually desperate for a wee, it’s all I can think about, feel how hard and full I am!” I lifted my jumper and lay back in the recliner, my boyfriend gently placed his hand over my bladder, the warmth of his big manly hands soothed my sore muscles for a while before he began to press very gently with his fingers. “Now that is a full bladder, it feels like there’s no room at all in there for all that champagne you’ve drunk” he sympathised, “Okay, you can let a little out but literally only a couple of squirts to make room for the champagne, and before you go you need to drink one more glass and all of that water next to you” I nodded, grateful of some relief I quickly finished glass number 4 of the champagne and the half pint glass of water sat next to me, I instantly began to wriggle as the cool water filled my stomach and cooled my hot bladder filled with more than a litre of hot steaming pee.
“Right then, let’s get those feet massaged and those toes looking beautiful, if you just sit back in the chair and relax I think you’re really going to enjoy this” the therapist entered the room and before I could say a word she had sat down and taken my left foot in her hands and applied a beautifully scented moisturiser. I had no choice but to lie back, my stomach was filled with water and champagne and my bladder was ready to burst, I just hoped that the contents of my stomach didn’t make it to my bladder too quickly. I tried my hardest to relax but was distracted by my near desperate state, I felt my mobile phone vibrate next to me so reached down to read my message, it was from my boyfriend which was strange since he was sat next to me.
“I’m so sorry for making you drink! Can you hold it?” read the text, I looked at him, his face had a look of sympathy and he mirrored my wince as the stretched muscles of my bladder tried in vain to contract. I nodded before turning to my phone to text back “Of course I can, I’m not desperate yet it’s just very, very uncomfortable! Need to let some out before we go back to bed though” he nodded and smiled at me, leaning over to kiss my forehead before turning back to his phone to presumably play a game. “Ahh you two are a cute couple, have you been together long?” The therapist asked, I felt my phone vibrate again but ignored it as I was talking “Erm, about 3 years, we met on holiday actually and found that we only live a few miles from one another” I replied, “Are you married?” he continued with her questions “No, we’ve both been married before so have decided against it, for now at least!” I answered, I glanced across at my boyfriend who had a disturbed look on his face, “Don’t look so worried honey I’m not expecting you to propose” I laughed, my bladder jiggled with my laughter and tried once again to push out its load, I tensed my thighs and held back as best I could but definitely felt a little trickle roll down beneath my bum.
My boyfriend laughed too and fidgeted in his seat a little, “I know you’re not, I think we’re both happy as we are at the moment” he responded after some delay. The question seemed to have unnerved him and he went quiet for a while, I continued to chat to the therapist as she swapped from my left foot to my right. We chatted about her job, her children, where we lived, before I knew it I was completely distracted and had forgotten all about my bladder, in fact it felt as though I didn’t need it at all! I could still feel the pressure but none of the pain or discomfort, I closed my eyes as the therapist continued to massage my feet before she wrapped them in warm towels and continued to potter around in the room preparing for the end of the pedicure and polish. I was so relaxed that I couldn’t resist the heaviness of my eyelids and drifted off to sleep…
I wasn’t asleep for long, 5 minutes maximum maybe, I awoke to the feeling of the therapist lifting my foot to begin painting my toenails. The problem was I was now absolutely desperate for a wee; I had goose bumps on every inch of my body and was flushed with heat as my bladder begged for relief. I could feel that my stomach was no longer sloshing with liquid so could only assume that the water and champagne had now reached my bladder and were adding to the already unbearable pressure and pain. I badly needed to fidget and move around but couldn’t as my foot was being held, I tried to concentrate as she painted one, then two, then three of my toenails, it was unbearable to try and stay so still when every inch of my body wanted me to writhe around in agony! I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter as the pain reached an unbearable level in my abdomen, I clenched and unclenched my fists and looked at my boyfriend for comfort, he looked stressed and I guessed he could see how badly I had to go. Finally both feet were painted, I just had to wait for them to dry then I could get up.
The therapist tidied up and emptied the foot bath, listening to her empty the water down the sink was almost more than I could bear! I picked up my phone to text my boyfriend to tell him we had to get home quick if he still wanted some fun, there was already a text waiting as I had forgotten to read it earlier! “Me too! I haven’t been since just after I got up and have drunk LOADS! I’m bursting too” I whipped my head round to look at my boyfriend; I could clearly see that his stress was more than just sympathy for me but in fact he was frantic with desperation too! Oh this was fantastic! I looked at the time, it was 3:30pm, he had got up for work at 4am and I had heard him use the bathroom almost straight away so he hadn’t been for almost 12 hours which was unheard of for him, oh the poor thing must have been absolutely bursting! I couldn’t wait for the therapist to be finished so I could be alone with him, now I was trying to contain my excitement and my pee and it was almost impossible!
She approached me and touched my toenails, “All dry, you’re good to go whenever you’re ready” and with that she said goodbye and left the room. “I swear to God I’m gonna p**s myself” my boyfriend exclaimed, as I sat up I noticed that he was covering his lap with my magazine, I lifted it away and saw that he had his hand down his trousers and was holding his penis firmly in his hand. “Oh my, how long have you been like that?” I asked, pee dancing frantically in front of him “Can you make it home I would love it if you could?” I added before he had chance to reply. “Are you kidding I don’t even think I can make it to the toilet, if I let go to stand up I’m going to pee my pants in the worst way possible!” he protested, gasping and writhing in pain as he did so, I held out my hand to help him up, he limped across the room with his penis in his hand, I unbuttoned his trousers and parted his flies for him as he pointed his penis toward the toilet. He let go and a powerful jet of pee burst into the toilet, it continued for what seemed like ages before finally slowing to a trickle, the relief in his body language was immense. His shoulders relaxed and he began to pant rapidly as air filled his lungs again, I was impressed at how well he had held it and hid his desperation particularly now I had seen how big his load was. He fastened his trousers and turned to me, “I don’t know how you do this and enjoy it, it hurts so badly! Do you want to let some out still?” he asked.
I politely declined, preferring instead to get home quickly and release some there, since we were only minutes away. We headed out and walked round to the car park of the spa, I couldn’t stand up straight anymore and was powerless to stay still; I thought I would wet myself at any moment! However it was an amazing feeling, I was still riding on the high of my boyfriend’s desperation and the champagne was still making me a little giddy and giggly. “Oohhhh I really need to goooo, quickly open the car it’s so cold out here!” I moaned whilst pee dancing at the side of it, “I will do when you give me the keys!” he replied. I giggled and crossed my legs hard, “We really haven’t got time for messing around I’m about to wee myself, open the car” I said whilst giggling “Seriously babe I gave you the keys!” he replied. “Seriously babe you didn’t!” I argued mockingly, crossing and uncrossing my legs and bending forwards in agony. “Oh no!” he exclaimed “They’re here in the ignition, did you lock your door?” I tried my door, it was locked, he tried his it was the same, he walked around the car trying them all only to find them all locked. “Erm, looks like we’re walking home!” he sheepishly offered.
There was no other way to describe it; I was bursting for a wee, literally bursting! I hadn’t been since 10pm the night before; it was now almost 4pm, 18 hours! And I had needed it since 6am at least, so had been holding it for 10 hours at the very least. I could think of nothing other than my bursting bladder, which was by now so stretched that it hurt even to breathe, I knew that it would be a struggle to last the walk home but I had no choice but to try. As I walked I could feel the tension in my bladder as it bounced like the skin of a timpani drum with every step, I tried to steady it by placing a hand over it and grasping it but it only added to the pain. I crossed my legs and stood still, bending forward as sharp cramps stopped me in my tracks, my bladder was suffering terribly but was trying hard to hold on and was doing a good job!
A few minutes into the walk home I decided that I would squat down somewhere secluded and at least let out a little since the pain was so unbearable and walking was near impossible, I felt sick with the effort. A few minutes later we found a small secluded alleyway with trees either side; I rushed inside and tore down my leggings and knickers, squatting down quickly. It was freezing cold and the wind rushed through the alley like a wind tunnel, I tried as hard as I could but it was too cold to pee, my body had tensed up and was not willing to relax despite my severe desperation. I tried and tried and tried in a number of positions but only managed one fairly substantial squirt which did nothing to help. I stood up and adjusted my clothes, my legs and feet stung with the cold as my flip flops weren’t really suitable footwear for a freezing winter day.
We stopped for a moment and sat on a bench; my boyfriend cuddled me and tried to warm me up. “How are you baby?” he asked as he slipped his warm hand under my jumper and down my leggings to try and relax my bladder. “I have to go so bad but it won’t seem to come out, I’m enjoying it but I’d love to pee just a little it’s so painful” I replied “Ooh, that’s nice and warm” I added as his hand cupped my bladder which was being tortured by the cold. He kissed my neck “Let’s see if we can get home I’m sure I can make you go” he smiled before adding “Plus I’m bursting again so we need to hurry!” I smiled and stood up, slowly and painfully my bladder rocked back into position and once again I was bending forwards waddling as quickly as I could manage.
Finally we were home! My boyfriend’s bladder was by now bulging out from his belly much the same as mine, he always seemed to fill so quickly. Fortunately I had remembered my keys so we were able to get into the house, I watched my boyfriend wriggle and grab himself in discomfort as he took off his coat, I did the same although I didn’t seem to be leaking at all. Watching him was making me so horny, I grabbed him and kissed him as we stumbled into the living room and he lay me down on the floor. “I have to go so bad, I’m not sure I can do this” he gasped as he gently entered me, this would be the first time he had done this with such a full bladder, as he knelt above me I could see his bladder bulge protruding more and more as his bladder filled like mine with hot pee. Slowly and gently he thrust his hips, it was much softer than his usual action and I could feel him sliding in and out of me in slow motion, his hot penis caressing the tired and aching muscles of my overfull bladder, he gently lowered his face towards mine and kissed me, all the time checking how I was, with every gasp and groan his eyes met mine for reassurance that he wasn’t hurting me too badly.
I pulled him towards me causing our bodies to meet, my bladder and his were pressed against each other in blissful agony, he screwed up his face in pain but increased the speed of his thrusts as if to try and outrun the pain. He began to moan as he thrust harder and harder, bouncing my bladder and his own as he gathered speed, he moaned louder than he ever had before in a mixture of what I could only imagine was pure pain and pure ecstasy. “I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, I need to stop, I can’t hold it I’m about to p**s, Ohh God” he moaned as he started to slow down, “Don’t stop, keep going” I moaned “I can’t hold it!” he gasped, he was shaking with the effort of trying, “Please don’t stop, keep going, just let it go!” I moaned in absolute ecstasy! It was the best feeling ever, my bladder hurt so much I thought it would burst but it felt so good I never wanted it to stop, I came and was lost for a moment, floating in space as I felt his warm pee shoot out of his penis inside me, the heat and warmth combined with the strength of his release massaged my bladder from the inside and I came again and again until I could no longer breathe! “Ohh, Ohh, Ohh that’s so good, Ohh God that’s good, Ohh I’m sorry baby I needed it so bad” he gasped as he lowered himself down beside me. I was still floating but exhausted and wasn’t sure if I still needed to pee, I rolled onto my side naked on the living room floor and nestled into his warm chest. “That was amazing!” I panted.
“It’s amazing that you haven’t wet yourself” he laughed!” You should go to the loo now before you burst!” I nodded and sat up, my bladder was so full! I saw sat in a huge wet patch from where he had peed all over the carpet, it was absolutely soaked; he must have needed it bad! I leant forward and cradled my bulging bladder, I tried to relax, since the carpet was wet I thought I might add to the puddle but no matter how hard I tried it would not come! This wasn’t the first time this had happened; in fact it happens regularly but is still as uncomfortable and painful every time. I stood up and climbed the stairs, heading into the bathroom I turned on the shower and jumped inside, I rubbed myself and relaxed until finally a squirt escaped, followed by another, followed by… Nothing! I knew better than to panic as I know my body well and know that eventually it will force me to release, I stepped out of the shower and out of the bathroom allowing the cool air to dry me to see if that would help. It didn’t so I headed for the bedroom and pulled on a tight black v neck jumped and tight dark blue skinny jeans, I didn’t do up the buttons on the jeans as I was already suffering considerable pain.
I headed downstairs and began to clean up the carpet while my boyfriend headed up for a shower, bending forwards squashed my bursting bladder until I felt slightly faint but I continued with the hope that it would force it to release. Needless to say it didn’t work, when my boyfriend came down from his shower I was lying on the sofa watching TV wriggling around trying to get comfortable and pressing on my bladder to try and release! “You still can’t go!? “he exclaimed somewhat surprised. I shook my head, “Come here and stand with your legs apart” he ordered, I stood up and walked carefully over to the middle of the room and did as he asked, I focussed on relaxing as much as possible but other than immense pain that brought tears to my eyes nothing came! “Okay, well we need to go and fetch my car now I have the spare keys and we should really go and pay some money in to the bank, do you want me to go alone or do you want to come along?” I agreed to come along as it wouldn’t take long.
I wrapped up warm this time, a body warmer and a thicker coat as well as socks and some wide heeled winter boots, it hurt to fasten my trousers but they wouldn’t stay up otherwise so I had to endure it. As I stepped outside it didn’t feel so cold, I pulled on some gloves and a hat and was ready for the walk back to the car, walking was immensely painful and I kept instinctively stopping and bending forward to relieve the strain on my poor bladder. I was desperate for a wee but it would not come out no matter how hard I tried, I continued to walk as quickly as I could manage and finally we were at the car, my boyfriend unlocked it and I carefully lowered myself inside taking care not to jolt or bump my poor bladder.
“I’m worried about you” my boyfriend said noticing my discomfort “We’ll go to the bank then head to the hospital and get you checked out in case something’s wrong.” I nodded in agreement, I was absolutely bursting for a wee now and my bladder was harder than it had ever felt before, there was a very visible and extremely painful bulge poking out right beneath my belly button which I had never seen before and the bulge of my bladder itself was so large that my whole tummy looked bloated, I’d say I looked about 5 months pregnant. I unbuttoned my jeans and studied it further, just touching it very gently with my fingertips sent it wild in the worst kind of agony, the cramps were almost unbearable and if I pressed down on it I felt sick! There was no longer any room to apply pressure, it was absolutely rock solid and quite literally felt like a bowling ball to touch, there was no elasticity left in the bladder muscles they were so stretched and distended that not a drop more could be squeezed in. The very base of my spine ached as if my bladder was pressing backwards, and my poor pelvic floor muscles were so painful it hurt so sit down, I gently relaxed them and tried again to entice my bladder to release.
The bank was only about ten to fifteen minutes away but it felt like so much longer in my desperate state as I felt every bump in the road like a red hot poker to my poor bladder, I was hot and sweaty in the many layers I had piled on to avoid me getting cold and the discomfort in my bladder had moved on to another level and was now cramping continually. I had to be helped out of the car as I could no longer bend without feeling as though my bladder would pop, now upright the pain was a little better as my bladder was less squashed, I unbuttoned my coats and cradled my bladder as we entered the bank. I was surprised to see the queue was stretching across the entire branch; it was Saturday afternoon so we expected it to be empty! We joined the queue and waited and waited, after 30 minutes we had hardly moved, my boyfriend kept asking if I was okay and I nodded each time, but the truth was that the effects of gravity on the many litres of pee inside my bladder was beginning to weaken my spasming muscles and I had leaked a little…
Ten minutes later and I was desperate for a wee, I had begun to fidget and cross my legs in an attempt to hold back the flood which all of a sudden desperately wanted to come. I knew that if I told my boyfriend he would want to leave the queue and go home but we needed to pay the money in so I tried to hide it, another ten minutes passed and I could barely move for desperation. My legs were jiggling as much as possible without pee dancing, and everything was clenched as hard as possible but I still felt as though I would flood the place at any moment. “Is there a toilet in here?” I asked my boyfriend as I really began to pee dance frantically “I’ve really got to go I’m gonna wet myself”, he looked around “No baby, come on we’ll get in the car and go home, or go find somewhere” he replied. “I can hold it a little longer I think, let’s finish this” I replied, I was lying; I doubted I could hold it for another minute I was so desperate!
It took every fibre of my being to hold on; everything was clenched but beyond exhausted so my usually strong muscles were struggling to keep going. I willed the cashiers to hurry so that we could get home but they seemed to be slower than ever. I fidgeted and crossed my legs as discreetly as I could manage but the pee dancing was the lesser of two evils, my poor bladder was bursting for relief, I had never felt so bloated and had never been so completely desperate in public, I knew I was about to wet myself and was powerless to stop it as I couldn’t walk without it happening. Still I frantically tried to regain control but my muscles were too tired and it was no good, “Ohh” I felt a squirt escape and tightened my crossed legs, my boyfriend looked at me “Are you okay baby?” he asked. “I’m actually wetting myself” I whispered as I felt a trickle of pee escape and run down the inside of my thigh, it soaked into my jeans but didn’t stop, I was standing there with my legs crossed and pee running down the inside of them despite having everything clenched, I could NOT hold on any longer no matter how hard I tried.
He looked down at my legs “Have you stopped it?” he asked, I shook my head “I can’t! I’ve got to go right now it’s so painful I’m trying to hold it back but it’s still trickling out” he looked down again, just then we were called forward to a cashier, thank goodness hopefully I could last until this was done! Walking forwards made me leak more but when I resumed my previous position I managed to slow it to a trickle but I could feel it now moving down both legs! Hopefully people couldn’t tell as my jeans were pretty dark but my muted pee dancing was somewhat giving me away! “Are there any toilets around here?” my boyfriend asked the cashier, which made her stop what she was doing much to my annoyance “Yes, there are some just next door in the supermarket right at the back of the store past the freezers, the supermarket closes at 6 though so you’d better hurry” she replied and carried on counting the money, she stopped again half way through “Lost count” she explained with a giggle, finally she was finished and set about entering it onto the system. I was still trying to stop myself from flooding the floor and was wiggling around like crazy barely caring who saw, the trickle had turned into a quite substantial river and was running down the inside of my jeans and onto the floor of the bank now, the grey carpet beneath me was beginning to show a puddle and I was in danger of severe embarrassment, to top it all off I was still insanely desperate and not feeling any less full to the brim!
My boyfriend was embarrassed when he looked down at the floor “Oh my God I thought you could hold it?” he exclaimed in a whisper “I really can’t” I whispered back with tears in my eyes, we started to walk out of the bank, I didn’t make eye contact with anyone but looked back at the wet patch on the floor and was surprised at the size of it since I still felt like I was about to explode! We headed for the toilets in the supermarket next door, I couldn’t stop leaking as I walked and my jeans were now almost completely soaked, I really couldn’t stop it coming out no matter how I clenched, the pain was tremendous I was absolutely desperate for relief, it was now 5:45pm and I had not been to the loo in almost 20 hours!
I practically ran through the frozen food aisle leaving my boyfriend behind and threw myself at the door to the toilets, there was only one cubicle and fortunately it was empty so I ripped down my jeans and knickers and quickly sat down on the toilet slamming the door behind me and sliding across the lock as I was seated. I took a deep breath and winced in pain as the muscles I had held and clenched so hard were finally allowed to relax… The torrent of pee escaping from me was so strong that it sounded like a high pressure hose. It continued on and on and on for absolute ages as I sat enjoying the blissful relief of my emptying bladder as it contracted to push out the hot pee I had fought so hard to keep inside it. I had enjoyed holding it but now I was enjoying letting it out even more the cramps in my bladder grew and grew until finally they were so unbearably painful I thought my bladder would explode from the effort of trying to force everything out at once. I tried hard to control the flow to reduce the pain but there was so much pressure inside my bladder that I could do nothing to stop it, I gasped and groaned in agony until finally after a few last squirts I was blissfully empty.
“Ahhhhh” I couldn’t help but sigh with the sheer relief as I wiped myself and pulled up my sodden jeans and knickers. I left the cubicle and washed my hands and splashed water on my flushed red cheeks before wondering back into the store to be met by the mortified face of my boyfriend. “I’m so sorry, I needed it so badly I never meant to wet myself and embarrass you!” I apologised, “That’s nothing Hun, you’ve just come out of the men’s toilets!” he replied! Oh dear, proof indeed of my frantic desperation!
I awoke again at 8:30am and still needed to pee but it was Saturday morning and I was in no rush to get up so I rearranged my pillows and sat up, I grabbed my book and began to read. Time always disappears so quickly when you get into a good book and before I knew what was happening it was 10am. I realised I was hungry and decided to go on the hunt for breakfast, usually on a Saturday my boyfriend and I would have breakfast in bed but today he had to work so I was having to fend for myself. I finished my chapter and pulled back the duvet, the bedroom was slightly chilly and the cold air on my legs reminded me of my increasing need to pee, I wasn’t desperate but was becoming rather uncomfortable. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my bladder, I could feel that it was hard and full with 12 hours of pee; it ached as I rubbed it and I sat for a moment in blissful discomfort as my bladder began to beg for relief. I stopped rubbing and the aching subsided, easing into a dull but very obvious throb.
As I sat there I noticed a note on the door, I squinted to read it in the dim light (the curtains were still closed) “Hungry? Look in the beer fridge for breakfast”. Now at this point I need to explain that my boyfriend’s house has a ‘beer fridge’ in the bedroom for those pre girlfriend days where he would lie in bed watching sport all day! But today the beer fridge contained a lovely fruit salad and some yogurt, as well as a carton of orange juice and some bottles of water… And several bottles of beer as usual! I poured myself a glass of Orange Juice and poured the yogurt over the fruit before opening the curtains and sitting back on the bed to eat my lovely breakfast.
I sent a text to the boyfriend thanking him and asking what time he would be home, I gulped down my orange juice as I waited for a reply. I must have been thirsty so helped myself to a bottle of water which I also gulped down in no time; my bladder began to ache as if it knew what was about to head towards it. I rubbed it gently, reassuring it that it would be allowed relief soon enough. A few minutes later a text rang through from my boyfriend, it read as follows:
“Hey baby, you getting desperate already?! I’ll be home around midday to pick you up for pampering then we’ll come home for some fun then if you’re lucky I might just let you pee pee, love you!”
I had to admit I was extremely excited! I wondered what pampering he had in store for me and wondered how long I would have to hold it before he finally allowed me to relieve myself, I was so pleased that my normally disinterested boyfriend was suddenly so keen to make me hold it! What a fantastic day this was going to be! My only concern was whether my bladder could hold out for such a long time, it was 10pm the previous night when I had last been to the loo and it was now almost 11am, I had already been holding for 13 hours and was feeling the pressure. I decided that I would see how I felt in an hour’s time and let a tiny amount out just before the boyfriend came home to ensure that I could prolong my desperation as much as possible. I lay back down on the bed and picked up my book, lying on my side seemed to ease the discomfort in my now bursting bladder and the warm winter sun shining through the windows soon helped in lulling me back off to sleep.
I woke with a jolt and checked the time, 11:45am, it was almost time for the other half to return and I badly needed to pee. I sat up and swung my legs to the side of the bed, my bladder protested at being squashed so I stood up for a moment and looked out of the window to check that his car wasn’t yet there. I crossed my legs and fidgeted as my bladder tried its luck, I wasn’t desperate yet but every now and again a wave of pressure overcame me as the bottle of water and orange juice began to reach my already uncomfortably full bladder. It was uncomfortable to walk as I gingerly stepped around the bed to the bedroom door, I wiggled my bum and crossed my legs as I pulled at the door to try and open it, it was often stiff and I was slightly weakened by my awkward pose so I repositioned myself to try again. Try as I might the door just would not open; I bent down to look through the keyhole and immediately noticed that the key was in the other side… I giggled with delight at my boyfriend’s resourcefulness, he knew that when faced with the possibility of public desperation I would always try and release a little so had removed my opportunity, or so he thought!
He had obviously forgotten the catalogue of empty items underneath the bed, a foot spa, a measuring jug, as I lowered myself carefully onto my hands and knees I once again chuckled this time at his naivety! I held my crotch as I lowered myself almost completely onto my belly to look underneath the bed and was shocked to see that anything that could be used to empty my bladder had been removed, there was just a piece of paper folded with a love heart drawn on it, I reached beneath the bed and grabbed it as I sat up to the relief of my poor bladder. I unfolded the note to see just two words… “No cheating” once again I laughed, I was thoroughly enjoying this type of torture!
I heard a car door slam followed closely by the front door opening and my boyfriend bounding up the stairs, he unlocked the door and poked his head around the opening, I scowled at him and his face dropped. “Oh no am I in trouble?” he said, sounding down heartened “I thought you’d enjoy it”. I couldn’t pretend any longer and burst out laughing, he sat down on the bed and I turned onto my knees and knelt between his legs, he kissed me and stroked my face. “You need to get dressed we’re going out, you’re booked in for a foot massage and pedicure” he smiled, it was my favourite way to spend an afternoon and he knew it, I had never before endured it whilst needing a wee so badly though, this would be a new experience!
I didn’t need to rush, we had an hour to get there and it was just a few minutes away by car, my boyfriend lay on the bed as I picked out some clothes. I chose black leggings as they were stretchy enough to accommodate my growing bladder (and dark enough to not snow any accidents) and a long thick pink loose neck jumper which would keep me warm, as despite the sun feeling warm through the window I knew it was bitterly cold outside. Now for the hard part, a shower! I made a promise to my boyfriend that I wouldn’t pee and I intended to keep it, I started the water running and ******** off my t-shirt and knickers before stepping into the shower, the feel of the warm water running down my body immediately reminded me of my aching bladder, it throbbed and pulsated as I fought against it to keep its load inside. I quickly washed myself, allowing the warm water to run over my tummy and soothe my contracting muscles as much as possible.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel before heading back into the bedroom, my boyfriend was fast asleep on the bed, he had left for work super early that morning and was exhausted, I stood and watched him for a while all the time shifting my weight from one foot to another as the discomfort of such a full bladder began to destroy my ability to stand still. I dried myself and pulled on my jumper, then tied back my hair and added my jewellery before finally pulling on some knickers and wiggling into my leggings, they weren’t tight but even the minimal pressure on my overfull bladder added to my discomfort. I sat on the bed and stroked my boyfriend’s face until he woke “Wow, you look gorgeous, ready to go?” he said, making me smile. I nodded and carefully stood up, “How bad is it?” he asked with a glint of excitement in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before, “Pretty bad” I replied lifting up my jumper and rubbing my swollen bladder “I think I’m fit to burst before much longer”, his hand replaced mine and he gently pressed on my bladder making me wince and gasp “Don’t press to hard” I protested “Honestly I really do have to go badly”. He paused for a moment before responding “You’ll be fine, you can hold it!”
We headed downstairs and grabbed our coats, I slipped on some flip flops, if I was having a pedicure I didn’t want to smudge my freshly applied polish afterwards. Finally my boyfriend opened the door and I headed outside, the icy wind almost blew me off my feet and the cold caused my bladder to contract almost more than I could manage, I pee danced on the driveway urging my boyfriend to unlock the car so I could get out of the wind. Once seated in the semi warm car I felt a little better, I carefully fastened my seatbelt and was ready to go. His old car seemed to have no suspension whatsoever and my poor swollen bladder was bounced around like a rubber ball, causing the worst discomfort. In no time at all we were at the spa, the assistant took my coat and showed me to a seat, she informed me that there was a slight wait but offered me a drink while we waited, before I could open my mouth my boyfriend had ordered champagne, explaining that he wanted to spoil me, this day couldn’t get better!
Before long I was sipping champagne and reading magazines in a recliner chair, absolute bliss! My bladder was full to the absolute brim with 15.5 hours of pee and had moved from uncomfortable to verging on painful, but in the warmth of the spa with relaxing music and friendly faces it felt wonderful. I put my glass down for a moment and leant my head back, laying my magazine over my abdomen and closing my eyes as I gently but firmly pressed on my tummy just below my belly button. I breathed in as deeply as possible forcing air into my lungs causing extra pressure on my already highly pressurised bladder; I gently palpated it with my fingers causing waves of blissful agony to overcome me. I could feel how tightly the muscles of my bladder were stretched; it was like pressing my fingers onto a basketball, firm and hard with very little movement and very little room for any more liquid. The lower down I pressed the more it hurt, I gently lifted my fingers and began gently stroking the skin over my bursting bladder, the sensation sent shivers up my spine and gave me goosebumps, I was in absolute heaven, on the verge of utter desperation but not yet feeling the full force of the urge to release, I was holding it in of my own free will but was completely unaware of how much longer that would last… For now though it was heavenly.
My thoughts were penetrated by the sound of a woman’s voice; the assistant was asking me to come through to the spa area to start my treatment. She took my glass and magazine and asked me to follow her, I stood up and began to walk after her, the discomfort in my bladder was immense, it felt as though I was walking with a boulder pressing down on my pelvic floor muscles and I had no choice but to keep them tense as I walked, adding to the pressure. The assistant showed me to another reclining chair and waited while I sat down, she positioned the chair over a footbath and asked me to place my feet into the warm water when I was ready, she left the room and left me and my boyfriend alone. I lifted my feet off the cold floor and lowered them into the warm water; I instantly squeezed my thighs together and winced as my bladder tried to release a squirt of pee. “Have you just wet yourself?” my boyfriend asked, I looked at him and shook my head “Nearly though!” I responded. He stroked my hand “You can hold it, think of the fun we’ll have” he encouraged.
I arched my back and fidgeted my legs as I fought against my bladder’s desperate attempts to relieve itself, it was agony to hold it and I longed for relief but knew that the contractions would soon subside. I was right, within a few minutes the continual contractions and desperation had eased but it now hurt to hold it in, my bladder had reached its limit and had stretched to the point of pain. After 10 minutes the beautician entered the room and took a seat facing me, she began to explain: “Okay what I’m going to do first is soften your feet, then I will massage and moisturise them before finishing the pedicure and polishing your nails, have you thought about a colour you would like?” I shook my head, somewhat distracted by the state of my bladder. She handed me a colour chart to look at while she began the pedicure.
My boyfriend poured me another glass of champagne, my third in just over half an hour, it had begun to go to my head and no doubt soon enough would also have its wicked way with my bladder. I sat back in the chair and once again closed my eyes; my thoughts were almost completely consumed by my bladder which was causing me the type of pain low down in my abdomen that would cause a less seasoned holder to be forced to relieve themselves. However my muscles were holding fast, containing the still growing ocean of pee somehow still trapped within my overstretched and painful bladder. I once again placed my hands on my tummy and gently pressed at various points, causing varying degrees of discomfort and pain, pressing low down actually relieved the pain a little so I lingered there as long as I could manage to before releasing and feeling the sharp pain as the muscles were forced to stretch painfully again. I was absolutely dying for a wee but fortunately the worst of the desperation hadn’t kicked in yet so although it was painful I was able to remain relatively still.
“Right that’s the first part of the pedicure done, I’m going to leave you to rest for about 5 minutes before I come back and do your massage and finish off, if you need the loo at all it’s just through that door” the therapist explained. “I was just wondering, how long will the massage and pedicure take?” I asked, I was beginning to have concerns about my bladder’s staying power. “Well, the massage will take around half an hour, about 15 mins per foot, then we usually leave your feet to rest for a little while again before painting, then of course you need to leave them a little while to touch dry before walking, so around an hour from now, honestly you’ll feel so much more relaxed if we don’t rush it” she replied. I nodded “Oh no, I don’t want you to rush I was just curious” I replied with a fake smile.
With that she left the room.
“I am absolutely DYING for a wee!!!” I burst out as soon as the door closed, “I’m not sure I can hold it for another hour, well, I can possibly hold it but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold still” I protested to my boyfriend. “I can tell you need it badly but I think you can manage, I’ve seen you much worse than this” he replied, I knew he was right but this was such an abnormal situation, the woman was sitting at my feet if I did squirt then she would notice straight away, I explained this to my boyfriend whilst all the time wriggling around in discomfort. He encouraged me as best he could: “Listen, you can hold it I know you can, just sit back and relax into your foot massage and the time will go by so quickly!” “Can’t I just let a little out, I can’t relax because my bladder is SO full and I am virtually desperate for a wee, it’s all I can think about, feel how hard and full I am!” I lifted my jumper and lay back in the recliner, my boyfriend gently placed his hand over my bladder, the warmth of his big manly hands soothed my sore muscles for a while before he began to press very gently with his fingers. “Now that is a full bladder, it feels like there’s no room at all in there for all that champagne you’ve drunk” he sympathised, “Okay, you can let a little out but literally only a couple of squirts to make room for the champagne, and before you go you need to drink one more glass and all of that water next to you” I nodded, grateful of some relief I quickly finished glass number 4 of the champagne and the half pint glass of water sat next to me, I instantly began to wriggle as the cool water filled my stomach and cooled my hot bladder filled with more than a litre of hot steaming pee.
“Right then, let’s get those feet massaged and those toes looking beautiful, if you just sit back in the chair and relax I think you’re really going to enjoy this” the therapist entered the room and before I could say a word she had sat down and taken my left foot in her hands and applied a beautifully scented moisturiser. I had no choice but to lie back, my stomach was filled with water and champagne and my bladder was ready to burst, I just hoped that the contents of my stomach didn’t make it to my bladder too quickly. I tried my hardest to relax but was distracted by my near desperate state, I felt my mobile phone vibrate next to me so reached down to read my message, it was from my boyfriend which was strange since he was sat next to me.
“I’m so sorry for making you drink! Can you hold it?” read the text, I looked at him, his face had a look of sympathy and he mirrored my wince as the stretched muscles of my bladder tried in vain to contract. I nodded before turning to my phone to text back “Of course I can, I’m not desperate yet it’s just very, very uncomfortable! Need to let some out before we go back to bed though” he nodded and smiled at me, leaning over to kiss my forehead before turning back to his phone to presumably play a game. “Ahh you two are a cute couple, have you been together long?” The therapist asked, I felt my phone vibrate again but ignored it as I was talking “Erm, about 3 years, we met on holiday actually and found that we only live a few miles from one another” I replied, “Are you married?” he continued with her questions “No, we’ve both been married before so have decided against it, for now at least!” I answered, I glanced across at my boyfriend who had a disturbed look on his face, “Don’t look so worried honey I’m not expecting you to propose” I laughed, my bladder jiggled with my laughter and tried once again to push out its load, I tensed my thighs and held back as best I could but definitely felt a little trickle roll down beneath my bum.
My boyfriend laughed too and fidgeted in his seat a little, “I know you’re not, I think we’re both happy as we are at the moment” he responded after some delay. The question seemed to have unnerved him and he went quiet for a while, I continued to chat to the therapist as she swapped from my left foot to my right. We chatted about her job, her children, where we lived, before I knew it I was completely distracted and had forgotten all about my bladder, in fact it felt as though I didn’t need it at all! I could still feel the pressure but none of the pain or discomfort, I closed my eyes as the therapist continued to massage my feet before she wrapped them in warm towels and continued to potter around in the room preparing for the end of the pedicure and polish. I was so relaxed that I couldn’t resist the heaviness of my eyelids and drifted off to sleep…
I wasn’t asleep for long, 5 minutes maximum maybe, I awoke to the feeling of the therapist lifting my foot to begin painting my toenails. The problem was I was now absolutely desperate for a wee; I had goose bumps on every inch of my body and was flushed with heat as my bladder begged for relief. I could feel that my stomach was no longer sloshing with liquid so could only assume that the water and champagne had now reached my bladder and were adding to the already unbearable pressure and pain. I badly needed to fidget and move around but couldn’t as my foot was being held, I tried to concentrate as she painted one, then two, then three of my toenails, it was unbearable to try and stay so still when every inch of my body wanted me to writhe around in agony! I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter as the pain reached an unbearable level in my abdomen, I clenched and unclenched my fists and looked at my boyfriend for comfort, he looked stressed and I guessed he could see how badly I had to go. Finally both feet were painted, I just had to wait for them to dry then I could get up.
The therapist tidied up and emptied the foot bath, listening to her empty the water down the sink was almost more than I could bear! I picked up my phone to text my boyfriend to tell him we had to get home quick if he still wanted some fun, there was already a text waiting as I had forgotten to read it earlier! “Me too! I haven’t been since just after I got up and have drunk LOADS! I’m bursting too” I whipped my head round to look at my boyfriend; I could clearly see that his stress was more than just sympathy for me but in fact he was frantic with desperation too! Oh this was fantastic! I looked at the time, it was 3:30pm, he had got up for work at 4am and I had heard him use the bathroom almost straight away so he hadn’t been for almost 12 hours which was unheard of for him, oh the poor thing must have been absolutely bursting! I couldn’t wait for the therapist to be finished so I could be alone with him, now I was trying to contain my excitement and my pee and it was almost impossible!
She approached me and touched my toenails, “All dry, you’re good to go whenever you’re ready” and with that she said goodbye and left the room. “I swear to God I’m gonna p**s myself” my boyfriend exclaimed, as I sat up I noticed that he was covering his lap with my magazine, I lifted it away and saw that he had his hand down his trousers and was holding his penis firmly in his hand. “Oh my, how long have you been like that?” I asked, pee dancing frantically in front of him “Can you make it home I would love it if you could?” I added before he had chance to reply. “Are you kidding I don’t even think I can make it to the toilet, if I let go to stand up I’m going to pee my pants in the worst way possible!” he protested, gasping and writhing in pain as he did so, I held out my hand to help him up, he limped across the room with his penis in his hand, I unbuttoned his trousers and parted his flies for him as he pointed his penis toward the toilet. He let go and a powerful jet of pee burst into the toilet, it continued for what seemed like ages before finally slowing to a trickle, the relief in his body language was immense. His shoulders relaxed and he began to pant rapidly as air filled his lungs again, I was impressed at how well he had held it and hid his desperation particularly now I had seen how big his load was. He fastened his trousers and turned to me, “I don’t know how you do this and enjoy it, it hurts so badly! Do you want to let some out still?” he asked.
I politely declined, preferring instead to get home quickly and release some there, since we were only minutes away. We headed out and walked round to the car park of the spa, I couldn’t stand up straight anymore and was powerless to stay still; I thought I would wet myself at any moment! However it was an amazing feeling, I was still riding on the high of my boyfriend’s desperation and the champagne was still making me a little giddy and giggly. “Oohhhh I really need to goooo, quickly open the car it’s so cold out here!” I moaned whilst pee dancing at the side of it, “I will do when you give me the keys!” he replied. I giggled and crossed my legs hard, “We really haven’t got time for messing around I’m about to wee myself, open the car” I said whilst giggling “Seriously babe I gave you the keys!” he replied. “Seriously babe you didn’t!” I argued mockingly, crossing and uncrossing my legs and bending forwards in agony. “Oh no!” he exclaimed “They’re here in the ignition, did you lock your door?” I tried my door, it was locked, he tried his it was the same, he walked around the car trying them all only to find them all locked. “Erm, looks like we’re walking home!” he sheepishly offered.
There was no other way to describe it; I was bursting for a wee, literally bursting! I hadn’t been since 10pm the night before; it was now almost 4pm, 18 hours! And I had needed it since 6am at least, so had been holding it for 10 hours at the very least. I could think of nothing other than my bursting bladder, which was by now so stretched that it hurt even to breathe, I knew that it would be a struggle to last the walk home but I had no choice but to try. As I walked I could feel the tension in my bladder as it bounced like the skin of a timpani drum with every step, I tried to steady it by placing a hand over it and grasping it but it only added to the pain. I crossed my legs and stood still, bending forward as sharp cramps stopped me in my tracks, my bladder was suffering terribly but was trying hard to hold on and was doing a good job!
A few minutes into the walk home I decided that I would squat down somewhere secluded and at least let out a little since the pain was so unbearable and walking was near impossible, I felt sick with the effort. A few minutes later we found a small secluded alleyway with trees either side; I rushed inside and tore down my leggings and knickers, squatting down quickly. It was freezing cold and the wind rushed through the alley like a wind tunnel, I tried as hard as I could but it was too cold to pee, my body had tensed up and was not willing to relax despite my severe desperation. I tried and tried and tried in a number of positions but only managed one fairly substantial squirt which did nothing to help. I stood up and adjusted my clothes, my legs and feet stung with the cold as my flip flops weren’t really suitable footwear for a freezing winter day.
We stopped for a moment and sat on a bench; my boyfriend cuddled me and tried to warm me up. “How are you baby?” he asked as he slipped his warm hand under my jumper and down my leggings to try and relax my bladder. “I have to go so bad but it won’t seem to come out, I’m enjoying it but I’d love to pee just a little it’s so painful” I replied “Ooh, that’s nice and warm” I added as his hand cupped my bladder which was being tortured by the cold. He kissed my neck “Let’s see if we can get home I’m sure I can make you go” he smiled before adding “Plus I’m bursting again so we need to hurry!” I smiled and stood up, slowly and painfully my bladder rocked back into position and once again I was bending forwards waddling as quickly as I could manage.
Finally we were home! My boyfriend’s bladder was by now bulging out from his belly much the same as mine, he always seemed to fill so quickly. Fortunately I had remembered my keys so we were able to get into the house, I watched my boyfriend wriggle and grab himself in discomfort as he took off his coat, I did the same although I didn’t seem to be leaking at all. Watching him was making me so horny, I grabbed him and kissed him as we stumbled into the living room and he lay me down on the floor. “I have to go so bad, I’m not sure I can do this” he gasped as he gently entered me, this would be the first time he had done this with such a full bladder, as he knelt above me I could see his bladder bulge protruding more and more as his bladder filled like mine with hot pee. Slowly and gently he thrust his hips, it was much softer than his usual action and I could feel him sliding in and out of me in slow motion, his hot penis caressing the tired and aching muscles of my overfull bladder, he gently lowered his face towards mine and kissed me, all the time checking how I was, with every gasp and groan his eyes met mine for reassurance that he wasn’t hurting me too badly.
I pulled him towards me causing our bodies to meet, my bladder and his were pressed against each other in blissful agony, he screwed up his face in pain but increased the speed of his thrusts as if to try and outrun the pain. He began to moan as he thrust harder and harder, bouncing my bladder and his own as he gathered speed, he moaned louder than he ever had before in a mixture of what I could only imagine was pure pain and pure ecstasy. “I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, I need to stop, I can’t hold it I’m about to p**s, Ohh God” he moaned as he started to slow down, “Don’t stop, keep going” I moaned “I can’t hold it!” he gasped, he was shaking with the effort of trying, “Please don’t stop, keep going, just let it go!” I moaned in absolute ecstasy! It was the best feeling ever, my bladder hurt so much I thought it would burst but it felt so good I never wanted it to stop, I came and was lost for a moment, floating in space as I felt his warm pee shoot out of his penis inside me, the heat and warmth combined with the strength of his release massaged my bladder from the inside and I came again and again until I could no longer breathe! “Ohh, Ohh, Ohh that’s so good, Ohh God that’s good, Ohh I’m sorry baby I needed it so bad” he gasped as he lowered himself down beside me. I was still floating but exhausted and wasn’t sure if I still needed to pee, I rolled onto my side naked on the living room floor and nestled into his warm chest. “That was amazing!” I panted.
“It’s amazing that you haven’t wet yourself” he laughed!” You should go to the loo now before you burst!” I nodded and sat up, my bladder was so full! I saw sat in a huge wet patch from where he had peed all over the carpet, it was absolutely soaked; he must have needed it bad! I leant forward and cradled my bulging bladder, I tried to relax, since the carpet was wet I thought I might add to the puddle but no matter how hard I tried it would not come! This wasn’t the first time this had happened; in fact it happens regularly but is still as uncomfortable and painful every time. I stood up and climbed the stairs, heading into the bathroom I turned on the shower and jumped inside, I rubbed myself and relaxed until finally a squirt escaped, followed by another, followed by… Nothing! I knew better than to panic as I know my body well and know that eventually it will force me to release, I stepped out of the shower and out of the bathroom allowing the cool air to dry me to see if that would help. It didn’t so I headed for the bedroom and pulled on a tight black v neck jumped and tight dark blue skinny jeans, I didn’t do up the buttons on the jeans as I was already suffering considerable pain.
I headed downstairs and began to clean up the carpet while my boyfriend headed up for a shower, bending forwards squashed my bursting bladder until I felt slightly faint but I continued with the hope that it would force it to release. Needless to say it didn’t work, when my boyfriend came down from his shower I was lying on the sofa watching TV wriggling around trying to get comfortable and pressing on my bladder to try and release! “You still can’t go!? “he exclaimed somewhat surprised. I shook my head, “Come here and stand with your legs apart” he ordered, I stood up and walked carefully over to the middle of the room and did as he asked, I focussed on relaxing as much as possible but other than immense pain that brought tears to my eyes nothing came! “Okay, well we need to go and fetch my car now I have the spare keys and we should really go and pay some money in to the bank, do you want me to go alone or do you want to come along?” I agreed to come along as it wouldn’t take long.
I wrapped up warm this time, a body warmer and a thicker coat as well as socks and some wide heeled winter boots, it hurt to fasten my trousers but they wouldn’t stay up otherwise so I had to endure it. As I stepped outside it didn’t feel so cold, I pulled on some gloves and a hat and was ready for the walk back to the car, walking was immensely painful and I kept instinctively stopping and bending forward to relieve the strain on my poor bladder. I was desperate for a wee but it would not come out no matter how hard I tried, I continued to walk as quickly as I could manage and finally we were at the car, my boyfriend unlocked it and I carefully lowered myself inside taking care not to jolt or bump my poor bladder.
“I’m worried about you” my boyfriend said noticing my discomfort “We’ll go to the bank then head to the hospital and get you checked out in case something’s wrong.” I nodded in agreement, I was absolutely bursting for a wee now and my bladder was harder than it had ever felt before, there was a very visible and extremely painful bulge poking out right beneath my belly button which I had never seen before and the bulge of my bladder itself was so large that my whole tummy looked bloated, I’d say I looked about 5 months pregnant. I unbuttoned my jeans and studied it further, just touching it very gently with my fingertips sent it wild in the worst kind of agony, the cramps were almost unbearable and if I pressed down on it I felt sick! There was no longer any room to apply pressure, it was absolutely rock solid and quite literally felt like a bowling ball to touch, there was no elasticity left in the bladder muscles they were so stretched and distended that not a drop more could be squeezed in. The very ba
The bank was only about ten to fifteen minutes away but it felt like so much longer in my desperate state as I felt every bump in the road like a red hot poker to my poor bladder, I was hot and sweaty in the many la
Ten minutes later and I was desperate for a wee, I had begun to fidget and cross my legs in an attempt to hold back the flood which all of a sudden desperately wanted to come. I knew that if I told my boyfriend he would want to leave the queue and go home but we needed to pay the money in so I tried to hide it, another ten minutes passed and I could barely move for desperation. My legs were jiggling as much as possible without pee dancing, and everything was clenched as hard as possible but I still felt as though I would flood the place at any moment. “Is there a toilet in here?” I asked my boyfriend as I really began to pee dance frantically “I’ve really got to go I’m gonna wet myself”, he looked around “No baby, come on we’ll get in the car and go home, or go find somewhere” he replied. “I can hold it a little longer I think, let’s finish this” I replied, I was lying; I doubted I could hold it for another minute I was so desperate!
It took every fibre of my being to hold on; everything was clenched but beyond exhausted so my usually strong muscles were struggling to keep going. I willed the cashiers to hurry so that we could get home but they seemed to be slower than ever. I fidgeted and crossed my legs as discreetly as I could manage but the pee dancing was the lesser of two evils, my poor bladder was bursting for relief, I had never felt so bloated and had never been so completely desperate in public, I knew I was about to wet myself and was powerless to stop it as I couldn’t walk without it happening. Still I frantically tried to regain control but my muscles were too tired and it was no good, “Ohh” I felt a squirt escape and tightened my crossed legs, my boyfriend looked at me “Are you okay baby?” he asked. “I’m actually wetting myself” I whispered as I felt a trickle of pee escape and run down the inside of my thigh, it soaked into my jeans but didn’t stop, I was standing there with my legs crossed and pee running down the inside of them despite having everything clenched, I could NOT hold on any longer no matter how hard I tried.
He looked down at my legs “Have you stopped it?” he asked, I shook my head “I can’t! I’ve got to go right now it’s so painful I’m trying to hold it back but it’s still trickling out” he looked down again, just then we were called forward to a cashier, thank goodness hopefully I could last until this was done! Walking forwards made me leak more but when I resumed my previous position I managed to slow it to a trickle but I could feel it now moving down both legs! Hopefully people couldn’t tell as my jeans were pretty dark but my muted pee dancing was somewhat giving me away! “Are there any toilets around here?” my boyfriend asked the cashier, which made her stop what she was doing much to my annoyance “Yes, there are some just next door in the supermarket right at the back of the store past the freezers, the supermarket closes at 6 though so you’d better hurry” she replied and carried on counting the money, she stopped again half way through “Lost count” she explained with a giggle, finally she was finished and set about entering it onto the system. I was still trying to stop myself from flooding the floor and was wiggling around like crazy barely caring who saw, the trickle had turned into a quite substantial river and was running down the inside of my jeans and onto the floor of the bank now, the grey carpet beneath me was beginning to show a puddle and I was in danger of severe embarrassment, to top it all off I was still insanely desperate and not feeling any less full to the brim!
My boyfriend was embarrassed when he looked down at the floor “Oh my God I thought you could hold it?” he exclaimed in a whisper “I really can’t” I whispered back with tears in my eyes, we started to walk out of the bank, I didn’t make eye contact with anyone but looked back at the wet patch on the floor and was surprised at the size of it since I still felt like I was about to explode! We headed for the toilets in the supermarket next door, I couldn’t stop leaking as I walked and my jeans were now almost completely soaked, I really couldn’t stop it coming out no matter how I clenched, the pain was tremendous I was absolutely desperate for relief, it was now 5:45pm and I had not been to the loo in almost 20 hours!
I practically ran through the frozen food aisle leaving my boyfriend behind and threw myself at the door to the toilets, there was only one cubicle and fortunately it was empty so I ripped down my jeans and knickers and quickly sat down on the toilet slamming the door behind me and sliding across the lock as I was seated. I took a deep breath and winced in pain as the muscles I had held and clenched so hard were finally allowed to relax… The torrent of pee escaping from me was so strong that it sounded like a high pressure hose. It continued on and on and on for absolute ages as I sat enjoying the blissful relief of my emptying bladder as it contracted to push out the hot pee I had fought so hard to keep inside it. I had enjoyed holding it but now I was enjoying letting it out even more the cramps in my bladder grew and grew until finally they were so unbearably painful I thought my bladder would explode from the effort of trying to force everything out at once. I tried hard to control the flow to reduce the pain but there was so much pressure inside my bladder that I could do nothing to stop it, I gasped and groaned in agony until finally after a few last squirts I was blissfully empty.
“Ahhhhh” I couldn’t help but sigh with the sheer relief as I wiped myself and pulled up my sodden jeans and knickers. I left the cubicle and washed my hands and splashed water on my flushed red cheeks before wondering back into the store to be met by the mortified face of my boyfriend. “I’m so sorry, I needed it so badly I never meant to wet myself and embarrass you!” I apologised, “That’s nothing Hun, you’ve just come out of the men’s toilets!” he replied! Oh dear, proof indeed of my frantic desperation!
By:
Bursting
Age:
26-30
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Female
