As some of you may know, I really enjoy frantic bladder desperation - mine or a
man's. Generally I do my monster pee holding at home as I have never wet myself
as an adult and I can't imagine the public embarrassment.
I have often wondered if I am really holding my maximum when I do this as I know
that the toilet and measuring jug are near by when I am home and my bladder is
full.
I decided to do something different today. I went to visit a friend about 300
miles away for the weekend. We had fun but frankly, it was a little boring. So
this morning I decided to set a few rules for the trip - no stopping at all -
and I must consume 12 oz of liquid every half an hour. I also knew that as I
became more and more desperate to pee, the feelings would change and that I
would never remember them, so I pulled out a notebook and pencil and decided to
jot down my bladder's progression from relaxed to the final bursting explosion
on my long way home. I hope you enjoy these - they are a bit disjointed but I
was driving 80 miles an hour towards the end and sure that I was going to flood
my car with my hot pee, so I wasn't too grammatically focused!
1. 300 bladder stretching miles to go, a large (32oz) diet coke - this counts
for my first 4 drinks so I will consume it in the first 1.5 hours to get myself
revved up.
2. 250 bladder stretching miles to go, about 75% of the drink is gone, no
worries yet.
3. 200 bladder stretching miles to go, all of the diet coke is
gone, I have been on the road for 1.5 hours, I was hoping for a better time than
this, but there is traffic. I open my first diet mountain dew (I have a case in
the backseat, they aren't very cold but that's ok).
4. 150 bladder stretching
miles to go, total liquid consumed 52 oz, starting to feel a few awakenings, if
I was at work and about to enter a meeting, I would definitely go and empty my
bladder out with this level of feeling, but no real urgency. I chug the rest of
this diet dew and open another.
5. 120 bladder stretching miles to go, 64 oz
consumed. Fullness, not very uncomfortable, some bladder pressure, like an itch
you can't scratch.
6. 76 bladder stretching miles (but who's counting?) to
go, 68 oz consumed. Pressure constant, walls of bladder are beginning to stretch
out, this causing involuntary fidgeting, if anyone saw me they would know I need
to pee. I keep attempting to change position to ease the squeezing sensation.
The feeling passes slightly from urgent to constant gentle pushing - like a hand
on my shoulder but it is on my full bladder.
7. 65 bladder bursting miles to
go. 76 oz consumed. Sign for rest area causes frantic spasm of the whole
bladder. Urethra slams shut defensively. Ooooh it feels like the tide is coming
in and the waves are slapping all sides of my bladder. As I squeeze the vaginal
walls contract, causing my nipples to harden.
8. 52 bladder bursting miles to
go. 80 oz consumed. I slide my hand between my legs and press the fabric of my
skirt against my clit (I didn't wear panties because I knew I needed nothing
extra working against me). I start to rub back and forth hoping that the sexual
tension will ease the now constant ache in my taut, full bladder. Damn, too many
truckers to keep at it. Besides, if I cum I will go all over myself. I am now
forcing myself to keep drinking, even my throat knows that I am beyond capacity.
9. 43 bladder bursting miles to go, 82 oz consumed. Speed limit is down to 55
and there are cops everywhere. Constant fidgeting, thighs squeezed together.
This may not have been a good idea. PC muscles clenched, OHHHH GOD, I NEED TO
PEE!
10. 30 bladder bursting miles to go, quantity consumed not noted - too
full to write much. Sign for last rest area before my house. I am truly frantic.
Undid seat belt to ease pressure on my huge swollen bladder. Trying to sit on
heel but can't manoeuvre in driver's seat.- OH OH, I almost lost it. Speedometer
at 80, must slow down, cannot get pulled over. Empty styrofoam cup is taunting
me. Maybe I could slide it under my skirt and just let out a little. NO, I WILL
MAKE IT!! At least I hope so, I have to pee so bad, there is a torrent of pee
held back.
11. 5 bladder bursting miles to go - last 25 a frantic, twisting blur. Off
the highway now. JESUS red lights everywhere. Desperately, I run one. OH Crap! a
funeral procession. I am bursting
to pee people - MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!! My thighs
are quivering. I am not going to make it. I haven't wet myself since 1st grade.
Quick breaths like Lamaze. I
will hold it.
12. Home. Afraid to stand upright. Want to run but can
only hobble, bent over at the waist. Make it to the bathroom door - grab measure
jug - squat and release a massive pee spray at first, flying everywhere but the
jug, then a steady pee stream as hard and full as a bathtub faucet, I am
sweating from the effort. The pee is still spraying a little I just can't give
my pee stream my normal directional control - 1350 ml plus at least 50 on the
floor, wall and my skirt. Afterwards, I stand up but still find it hard to walk,
my bladder muscles have been so strained that my calves and thighs ache. Time to
lay down and reward myself for holding on!
Jane S