Look away...

it includes 6 pee breaks only because you're bound to miss some. you only have the allotted window to pee, so if you miss it, tough luck.

1st, 7:50am - 7:55am. a whole 6 minute window. but this being your morning pee, i expect you to have a couple drinks before you take this. it's important to hydrate in the morning. preferably at least 16oz total, before you can pee this first time.

after that, make sure you have a drink to sip on. drink at least 10 oz more before your second opportunity to pee.

2nd, 10:45am - 10:50am, another generous 6 minute window to pee.

at noon, make 2 tall drinks, one has to be water but you can choose the other. make sure you're stretching and snacking. you'll also be drinking a tall glass (12 oz at least) with lunch whenever you take that.

3rd, 3:15pm - 3:19pm. i want you to start drinking a cup / 8oz of something every hour or so. slow and steady.

4th, 5:56pm - 5:59pm. your window is down to 3 minutes, so pay attention. whether you get to pee or not, have an extra tall drink with dinner. keep drinking about 8oz per hour on top of that.

5th, 6:45pm - 6:47pm. aren't i nice? a little relief to weaken your bladder muscles & let you relax at dinner. have another extra tall drink (12oz+) when the sun sets, and at 9pm. and keep sipping something every hour.

6th, 12:37am - 12:39am. i'm not even making you wait 6 hours, see, i'm so nice.

Extra holding pic under the cut today 😳

bonus: i think the way my bulge spasmed here was so hot, you can literally see the moment i thought i was gonna lose it:

Sooner or later he associates pissing with extreme pain and tries to avoid it as much as he can. Inevitably he wets himself a few times, and I punish him accordingly. He gets better at holding it in after some trial and error. Eventually all this training really sinks into his subconscious, and he stays away from the bathroom out of his own "free will" even when he's out of the house or I'm not around. Then after a while I don't even have to punish him at all, he just instinctively holds it for as long as possible. His bladder stretches from always being so swollen and full. It still hurts to keep it in till the very very last second but if he even thinks about the bathroom he's paralyzed by fear and can't bring himself to go near it.

I can’t believe i actually did it!! I woke up several times during the night due to sleeping on a bloated bladder that I’d been holding for well over 12 hrs while drinking plenty of water and a large coffee. When i woke up at my alarm in the morning i jumped out of bed with one of the most painful urges to pee I’ve ever experienced that i had to grit my teeth and stamp my feet to get through. My belt, still locked around my waist on my jeans, sat heavily on my wildly overfilled bladder.

And then i got a phone call from my boss. It’s my day off, but i recently got a promotion and want to keep up my reputation as a hard worker, so i answered. Lo and behold, my boss needed me to come in for about an hour. I was agonizingly desperate but it wasn’t like i had much of a choice, it was either hold it through to the end or piss myself in front of my coworkers. I work at a spa, so occasionally we have new service providers who have to perform a certain number of practice services before they can provide to actual clients. So i have to go to work and get a free facial. It’s a nice perk, but not when i have 24hrs worth of pee pounding to get out of me.

Throughout the facial I’m getting pampered in a nice warm bed and being treated basically like a princess, meanwhile all i can think about is my huge bladder, overstretched, stuffed into my jeans and locked up tight. The entire thing was an exercise in concentration like I’ve never felt before. I can’t help but think about how whiny and desperate i felt the night before, cleaning the same room I’m currently pretending to relax in. I wanted nothing more than to beg the esthetician to let me off the table for a bathroom break, but i knew when i got in there I’d still be locked in my jeans. I would just have to hold it, no matter the pain.

At 11:30am I’m home from my appointment and I’ve been holding my pee in my tired lil bladder for a hair shy of 26 hours. The heavens smile upon me and I’m granted permission to finally, finally empty. The long-awaited release! I almost leak just thinking about it. All i have to do is… climb up onto a stool to stretch to reach my key on the tippy top cabinet. The act of climbing onto the stool nearly undoes me, every step to the bathroom is painful. I’m in a daze, overwhelmed by my need to pee. I struggle with the belt and lock and getting my clothes out of the way and a 10-second burst of pee explodes out of me.

Then my muscles clamp shut again and i bite my lip and moan. I can’t empty. I’ve been holding for so long that I’m totally locked up. I breathe deep and try my very hardest to push the piss out of me, forcing a few more sputtering releases that give only slight relief to my numb, heavy bladder. After a solid 2 minutes I’ve given up on feeling “empty”, and get off the potty, wishing i could have felt the incredible gusher i wanted to produce.

It takes me 5 or 6 more tries at the toilet to finally feel sufficiently emptied, and for the better part of the day I’m panged with sudden, overly desperate urges without much pee as the result. Over the course of a much needed break, the pain in my bladder slowly eases, it’s angry after being overworked.

When it’s time to lock back up again, i find myself on the edge of leaking, bursting to pee after only 5 ½ hours. Again, i have to ask for permission and wait patiently until it is granted. The need spikes from manageable to extreme in just a short length of time. Again, i go through the ordeal of climbing up to the cabinet and waddling to the bathroom, whining under my breath and bouncing up and down desperately as i work the lock and have to further compress my bladder in order to undo my belt. I can hardly get my clothes out of the way in time, and I’m finally rewarded with a delicious, strong spray of pee as soon as my butt hits the seat. I savor it, now fully recognizing the pleasure of relief after having been locked up for so long earlier in the day. A warm glow of relief washes over me, pure satisfaction.

Imagine a male waiter being tormented during all his shifts by a cruel female boss, who keeps sending him off on "one last task" before finally letting him frantically rush to the bathroom on his hours-late break. This happens all the time, and he finds he sort of likes it - the panicked rush, the lack of control, the way he almost but never quite feels like he's pleasing her when he can put off his need as long as she forces him to.

gradually, his bladder expands due to their game. Slowly he can take more, and she starts encouraging and then requiring him to drink more during his shifts. one extra drink...then two... Then three.

then one night, she keeps him from his break entirely. He's never been this full, never felt so desperate, never so near to leaking. He uses every trick he's ever learned and he's sweating, moaning whenever he isn't in front of customers. eventually, his boss comes over. He thinks she's taking pity on him for once, and then she leans in and says:

"I need to pee, boss. Please, just— I'll be right back—" he's crossing one leg over the other, hinging at the waist, doing everything except grabbing his crotch.

she nods. "I know." She says simply. He feels his dick give a twitch in his pants. "But I'm not done with you yet."

He doesn't want to argue, wants this to never end, but he also knows he's never been so close to an accident in his life. He feels so full his pants are tighter, every movement jostles his rock-hard bladder and he feels it rush up and down his spine with aroused panic. "But— boss, I mean it. I'm sorry, I've got to—"