Barely Made It
Quick little storytime from the time I damn near pissed myself in the hallway of my apartment building
It started as a small urge, the kind you can easily ignore when you’re busy, when you’re caught up in something important. I’d been sitting at this table in the back corner of my library, in this sort of doored nook. I like it a lot because I'm hidden from others (especially when I start to get really desperate hehe). I had already been working for about hours at this point, and I hadn't relived myself since I left the house at around 7:00 am. But since I spent a lot of the day sitting with my crotch pressed into the chair my filling bladder was easy to ignore, despite the multiple times I had drained and emptied my water bottle. A few quick stretches to help alleviate the pressure between my hips and a cross of the legs every now and then was more than enough to stave off the stretch I was starting to feel.
Here's where I screwed myself though: I had an energy drink, and if there's one thing that will put my body into overdrive, it's caffeine. As the minutes ticked by, the pressure in my bladder began to grow, sharp and insistent, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore. My desperation had jumped from a dull ache in my lower abdomen, to a desperate slosh in my whole stomach, it felt like my bladder was stretching all the way up to my bellybutton. I shifted in my chair, trying to distract myself, but it only got worse. I could feel all of the liquid sloshing around in my overfull bladder. At one point I snaked a hand down to feel my bladder and I could feel how hard my stomach was, the skin was stretched taught, and I could feel the weight of it between my legs; like a bowling ball, all that piss begging to be released.
I told myself I could hold it for a bit longer. The library was going to close in around 30 minutes anyways and if I rolled the waistband of my sweatpants down I could ease the pressure just enough to make it tolerable. Plus, it was exhilarating to know that I've been holding so much pee for nearly twelve hours. Besides, this project is due soon and I work best under pressure. Right?
I ignored the discomfort, my lower abdomen tightened, each wave of pressure pushing harder against my resolve. Finally, I stood up to stretch before leaving, thinking that would give me some relief, but my bladder wasn’t having it. A sharp stab of urgency shot through me, and I gripped the edge of my desk, trying to steady myself. My bladder had grown into something far more than a mere annoyance. It felt like a heavy, swollen balloon inside me, pushing painfully against my waistband. My stomach had gone tense, and I could feel the fullness of my bladder through the fabric of my pants, bulging outward in a way that was unmistakable. The pressure was so intense, I couldn’t ignore it any longer.
My journey home was so short though, plus I can't stand public restrooms. So after a firm grasp of my crotch I resolved to start my walk back to my home where I could finally get relief.
Every step sent jolts of urgency through me. I walked with my legs closer together and my hands gripping my backpack straps, trying to hold the dam together as I approached my building. So close, I started ascending the stairs to my apartment. The tightness in my bladder was so pronounced now that I felt it in my back, in my legs, in my every breath. Each inhale seemed to make the discomfort grow. Every step seemed to weaken my muscles I could feel my pulse throbbing in my lower abdomen, like a warning that the limits were being reached. Finally, I made it to my door, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the key. I got the door open and could almost feel the piss begin to push against my pee hole, being so close to the toilet I could feel my aching bladder desperately push out a jet of piss into my underwear. My body was begging for release, and it was all I could do to keep from crossing the line. My bladder was a full, painful balloon inside me now, and I could feel it bulging, pressing out against my clothes, against the very walls of my body. I ran to the toilet and could barely get my pants over my ass before my tired bladder exploded, the first jet of pee hitting the ground before I could properly seat myself on the toilet. The flood of relief came like a dam breaking. It didn’t matter how tight I held on; my bladder gave way, and I could feel it, the uncontrollable release, the warm rush flooding through me.














