Posted by Anonymess on December 26, 1998 at 20:33
I had Thursday off, and I devoted the whole day to my favorite solo activity. This is going to be one of the hardest posts on this forum to believe, but every word is true. I've hesitated to post about this because it's pretty extreme, and if you don't like it you should stop reading and move on. Although I'm writing anonymously, a few of the regulars will probably recognize my writing style. Oh well, so be it.
I woke up with my bladder about half full, and I left it that way. I made myself a little more coffee than I usually have. What the heck, it's the holiday right? I had a whole cup, way more than usual. I also drank about 16 ounces of water, and sat down to read the paper. I didn't have to wait long, soon I was clenching to hold it in. I drank some more water, and went into the bathroom. I put an old towel on the floor and knelt down on it, with my knees apart. I'd had so much water that the urgency wasn't coming in waves, it was constant. I got out about 15 small wax balls I'd prepared ahead of time, slightly smaller than marbles.
I should mention that I don't have the ability to control my front and rear holding muscles separately. If I hold on in front, I clench in the rear just as hard. Even now, if I twitch my urinary holding muscles, my rear holding muscles twitch exactly the same. I used to wonder if they were really different muscles, though I seem to feel the twitch in two places. I say this because there are people who can operate those muscles independently of each other. To me, that's like saying you have a third hand, I can't imaging what it's like to hold on to urine and let go of poop at the same time.
Kneeling on the towel, with a disposable latex glove on my left hand, I put a dab of unscented hand lotion on a wax ball and press it against my rectum. I had to wiggle it around, but slowly it started to slide inside. My gloved finger was being squeezed by my holding muscles as it pushed the ball gradually further inside. Pushing it in caused certain feelings and reactions inside, which was what I wanted. First, it caused my bladder to contract harder, making it more difficult to push it in further. At a certain point, it caused a sudden urge to let go. I kept holding on, but as it slid past that point a jet of pee escaped and shot against the side of the bathtub. I continued with another ball and another, each one causing a small high-pressure squirt to splatter against the floor or tub. About the sixth one I managed to get in without a squirt (it took a lot of concentration), but the next one somehow caused two squirts. I got all the balls inside, and was now desperate in two different ways. I washed my hands (which caused me some problems) and went over to my computer, where I knelt in front of the easy chair, put the keyboard on the seat and went through a series of searches on pee and sex.
I was clenching hard now, but determined to hold for all I was worth. I found a few interesting sites and got engrossed in some stories, not wanting to leave the computer until I got to the end. But at one point I knew I couldn't hold much longer. I got up and went into the bathroom, knelt down again and slid my gloved finger inside until it was against the group of wax balls and wiggled it around. This caused my bladder to contract hard, and again caused an urge to let go. Each strong urge to let go took a split second to defeat, so as my finger wiggled around, a series of strong spurts shot out beyond my control in time with the movements of my finger. This also caused a strange feeling of pleasure. My penis always erects when I do that, even if I wasn't thinking about sex or women, though I was thinking about sex today. I moved my knees together so my penis was squeezed between my thighs, slowing the jets without causing the pressure to build too high. I didn't want to lose the pee, and tried to keep as much as I could inside, but my urethra isn't strong enough to contain the pressure of my bladder and it hurts if I try to hold it in that way. The wiggling fingers also caused my rear expelling muscles to contract and start trying to push the wax balls out of me, creating a strong urge to push along with it. As I continued wiggling my two fingers, I resisted the urge to push until it built to a peak, then gave in and pushed, holding the balls in with my hand and continuing to clench my holding muscles. The urge to push became so strong that I couldn't really control it, and there was a strong pleasure that came from pushing that was almost impossible to resist, so I was pushing with all my strength before I could stop myself. Despite my clenching, the urine was spraying from between my thighs wetting my chest and getting drops on my face, and creating a very pleasant feeling; a close relative of orgasm, but not as intense. After only a couple of seconds the pressure eased, the feelings got less intense and I was able to stop pushing. The pee stopped immediately. I concentrated on quelling all the inside muscles and after a few seconds of deep breathing and careful control I was able to relax and slowly remove my fingers without making anything contract. I washed my hands, toweled off my chest and face and drank about twice the water I'd just lost and went back out to play with the computer.
Naturally, I only read a few more pages before I realised I would wet the carpet if I stayed, so I walked back into the bathroom clenching hard the whole way. I first drank more water, then knelt down again. Again my lubricated fingers went to my rear opening and wiggled their way in, sending splashes of urine against the tub, and making me squeal and gasp with the intensity of the feelings. My fingers pressed against the group of balls, gently pushing them and wiggling to stimulate the expelling muscles to contract, and again causing my bladder to increase its efforts. I felt the urge to push, and slowed the wiggling to make the urge build slowly. When the urge reached a level where it was almost impossible to resist, I gave in and immediately found myself pushing with all my strength and lost in pleasure, only this time my penis was free and hard, and the spray leaped across the tub to splash several times against the far wall. I couldn't have stopped even if I saw it shooting out the door and onto the carpet. That happened during an earlier episode, and I made a big puddle of pee on the carpet. I knew it was happening, but the pleasure got stronger the harder I pushed, and I just couldn't stop. Every movement and every thought was devoted to the pleasure. I noticed the problem and stopped for a second, but that seemed to make the urges stronger and before I could move I lost control and was pushing even harder, soaking the carpet even worse. Only when the pleasure receded a little was I able to turn myself around, but by that time I'd stopped spraying. Today I knew better and always aimed myself against a wall or the tub before I lost control.
After several seconds of delicious pleasure, the pressure dropped again and I forced myself to gradually relax and got back under control. Again I washed and drank more water and went out to surf the pee sites (that's quite a metaphor, isn't it?). I was shakey and very lethargic. The pleasure caused definite physical effects, after each episode I felt more lethargic and blissful, and moved slower, like after an orgasm (a male orgasm, women's are different). In a while it was time to get back to the bathroom, but I'd found a really good story, and stayed to finish it. I surprised myself by accidentally spraying the carpeted floor, and got up quickly and headed for the bathroom. I gave out one more spray against a wall when I took a large step, which wasn't part of the plan, but I'd really been drinking a lot of water. I just hope it was dilute enough not to smell. I followed the same procedure, but went a little further this time. When the pleasure hit I pushed for all I was worth and let the balls slowly move outward, which kept the pleasure going longer. I started jiggling them in and out, which drove me wild with pleasure, and somehow I ended up leaning backward against my other hand. My penis was now completely erect and rigid and so full it was shiny, pointing at the ceiling, and the urine came out so hard it sprayed right from the opening. When the pressure dropped, so did the pleasure and I was able to regain control. When I could, I slowly opened my eyes I found I'd showered myself and the toilet, but I felt so great I didn't care. I wiped off, drank more water and went back to the computer.
I was getting less warning now, and again squirted the floor before I got up and dashed to the bathroom. I got out a towel and put it on the floor in front of the computer. In the bathroom, I pressed my fingers against my opening, sliding through the solidly clenched muscles with some effort. First one and then two fingers went in and started moving around, massaging my bladder while bumping against the wax balls. My bladder was now primed, and the massage brought me strong pleasure even before I started pushing out. I didn't push yet, letting the feelings build up inside me. I wiggled my fingers slowly, resisting the urge to speed up. Little squirts of pee were escaping my control, wetting my legs and the floor. I clamped my thighs together again to keep from losing too much pee too early, which also seemed to increase the pleasure, either because it squeezed my penis or because it allowed some pressure to build inside my urethra. Probably a little of both. The urge to push suddenly overwhelmed me, and before I knew it I was contracting my whole body in the effort. My penis was harder than it ever got during sex and popped free of my thighs. My back was hunched, and the pee sprayed my chin. It started going up my nose and into my open eyes, but I was so completely overcome with pleasure that I didn't even close my eyes, I just let it splash in and didn't care. I was amazed afterward, but I just felt so much pleasure that I couldn't think of anything else, not even to blink. It didn't hurt my eyes or nose, I guess it was pretty dilute, although I tasted salt. When I was able to stop, I found myself sitting on the floor (don't ask me how I got there), leaning back on my free hand, almost completely soaked. It was even in my hair. I had to sit there for a few seconds relaxing my muscles and panting, then got slowly up and drank some more water and returned to the computer.
It took a little longer to fill up again after all that peeing, but I'd had plenty of water so I still didn't get to read very much. Again I squirted the towel before I realised I was ready, and trotted carefully to the bathroom before I did anything worse. I kneeled down and reached around behind me and slowly inserted. The pleasure built fast now, and as my finger slid past that magic point my penis exploded with urine. I quelled it immediately and slowly moved my fingers around looking for the most intense tickling sensations. I found the spot where the movement caused intense contraction of my bladder (the spot seems to move around and has to be searched for) and wiggled at just the right speed, not too fast. The urge to push was amazing, and I resisted it with all my will. Finally the feelings overwhelmed my mind I went into an intense contraction of my whole body, making my penis spring out from between my thighs and become rock hard. My hips started bucking from the urge to move my fingers faster, making my penis wave around (it was actually too stiff to bounce) and sending my pee flying everywhere. Again, I was clenching hard, but the pressure was just so intense that pee came spraying out like from a shower nozzle. As I started to buck, the flow increased until I was pushing with every fiber of my being, and the pee was shooting several feet into the air. Then, for the first time, I gave in to the urge to let go, which had been nagging at me during every pushing episode. When I did, the pleasure became almost orgasm strong, and I slid my fingers and the wax balls in and out and around, which felt incredibly good. My eyes were open, and I saw the most incredible thing. My penis seemed huge, and the urine was spraying up into the air a full six feet, raining down all over the room. I stopped for a second to take a gasping breath, but stopping in mid-push causes the urges to hit really hard, and before I could get a full breath I went into another hard push, even harder than before, and the thick spray of urine rose up over the shower curtain and into the tub, almost hitting the ceiling (not quite though, I looked for the droplets afterward). I would never have believed a human being could do that, even a female. That was the last thing I was aware of until I regained conciousness. I was lying in a pool of urine, much of it in a puddle in front of me. The wax balls were out, in a pile behind me. I lay there for a while panting and regaining my strength, and enjoying the wonderful feelings. I let go while I lay there, and a little urine dribbled out, then built to a stream for a few seconds before dying back down and stopping. I was finally empty.
I spent a lot of time cleaning up afterward, but first I got into the shower and had one of the best orgasms of my life by taking off the shower nozzle and sitting on the floor of the tub, letting the stream hit the underside of my penis. My holding muscles were too tired to contract, so the orgasm came not in a series of pulsations, but a steady pleasure, and the semen came dribbling out slowly with no pressure. I could feel the attempts at contractions in my penis, but there was no strength in them, they were only twitches. The orgasm seemed to go on about twice as long as usual, and didn't fade out completely for a long time. When I went to clean up, I was annoyed to find globs of some sort of sticky substance on my stomach and legs, but not from my orgasm. There was even some in my hair, and it was hard to get out. I knew I hadn't come during my pushing episodes, even though it felt really good, because I couldn't have another orgasm so soon after. Or if I did, it wouldn't be very strong. Also, the stuff wasn't white enough to be semen, more clear. Still, it sure wasn't urine.
I've done individual pushing episodes before, but this was the first time I'd stopped after each one and let myself fill up again. I'm amazed by how good it feels, it gets better and better. If I hadn't passed out from lack of oxygen I might have kept going. This was enough though, I wasn't disappointed at all. I was in bliss for hours after. One after-effect was that my bladder was a little touchy for a while. I wouldn't know when I had to pee until just before my bladder contracted with all its strength, so I'd go from not being aware of anything inside to holding with all my strength in a couple of seconds. I even squirted a little on my way to the bathroom once, and took to sitting with a towel in my lap (which ended up very wet), but it's better now. But it might be a little embarassing to use a public toilet, because it shoots out really strong when I let go, as though I'm pushing even though I'm not. Oh well, that'll probably pass too.
Again, you have my most solemn oath that this is all true. Every word. I can see the replies, with headers like "FAKE!" or "Unlikely? It's ridiculous." Nothing I can do about that, but this story is entirely true. The only change I made was to shorten it a little; I did have all day, and I had a few more episodes than I mentioned. I almost passed out in an earlier one, so I knew it was happening, but I just couldn't stop pushing. When the pleasure hits, the compulsion to continue is so strong I don't know if I could stop to save my life. I was in total bliss when I passed out, and it was worth it. I suppose if I'd landed on my back I could have drowned myself.