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To help kick-start the boards, I'm re-posting a recount of a "holding it" experiment I under took the other week. I managed to give myself brief, but temporary urge incontinence. Another poster was able to replicate this - I'll leave it to him to re-post his account if he is inclined to do so - it was good reading
I woke up to the prospect of a whole day at home alone and decided to treat myself by spending it in nappies. The rest of my family were bustling around, getting ready to leave for their various outings as I lay back in bed. I needed to pee as was normal for me first thing in the morning but I wanted to wait and save it for my nappy.
7:30am: when the last person finally departed, I pulled down a 1.5m x 1.5m terry nappy and some large, yellow plastic pants. Folding them kite-style on the bed, I was now quite ‘full’ and pinning them on tight as l lay down I was distinctly uncomfortable. Still, remaining dry I pulled on my plastic pants over the nappy and managed to squeeze into a pair of slightly-oversized shorts.
7:45am: Normally at this point, I would have gotten back into bed and leisurely wet myself, perhaps even dozing off for a little while longer afterwards but on a whim, I decided on an experiment.
Lots of ‘holding/desperation’ fantasies abound on the ‘net whereby the hero or heroine valiantly fights on through pain and perhaps the odd leaking spurt until biology seizes the body’s steering wheel whereupon they extravagantly, and completely involuntarily, wet themselves. My theory was that people did not truly completely wet themselves after too long holding but simply ‘gave up’. So, I was not going to ‘give up’ and see what would actually happen to me.
Thus resolved, I waddled off to the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast. Breakfast went normally enough although I really wanted a pee.
8:15am: Breakfast concluded, I decided to go to my study and surf the net for a while. To make it interesting, I poured myself a big jug of water to take with me. When I ran the tap, I was immediately gripped by a sharp bladder spasm but I kept a lid on things so to speak. First port-of-call was to some reasonably reputable medical sites to reassure myself that what I was about to do was (as an isolated exercise) quite safe. It was.
9:00am: My ‘need to pee’ was around ‘8’ on the scale. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on reading the on-lines newspapers as my bladder was yelling for attention. A couple of times I stood up, but this seemed to make the urgency worse and I quickly sat down again. I kept sipping water.
9:30am: I started to notice that the urgency to urinate was coming in “waves”. Leaning backwards in my reclining chair seemed to relieve things a little but the urgency would soon return.
10:00am: I was now, quite involuntarily grabbing at my crotch at each “pee wave” – this was pretty difficult since my crotch was well-encased by a fairly thick terry towelling nappy but it seemed to help anyway. A couple of times I stood up, crossing my legs and without consciously deciding to, found myself doing a ‘pee dance’.
10:30am: By now, any pretence at comprehending what I was reading was abandoned. My hand was jammed permanently between my thighs, pushing hard against the front of my nappy and I was rocking back and forth in my chair doing anything I could think of to take my mind away from the blast-furnace in my bladder. I was starting to sweat.
10:45am: My water jug was empty. I was not. I decided to venture out to refill it. Amazingly, the need to pee seemed to relax a little as I got out of my chair and walked out toward the kitchen and I made it to the tap. Turning on the water however, invoked a howl of protest from my bladder and I fought with all my might – so hard that I could feel the muscles in my groin quivering with the strain. I leaned with both hands resting on the counter top. Every fibre in me just wanted to “let go” but still I resisted – to release now would be a completely voluntary (however highly desirable) act.
After 30 seconds or so contemplation at the counter top, I had things together enough to attempt the return journey. I had just left the kitchen when another fierce wave struck again. I put the water jug down on an adjacent table and bent over slightly, prepared to fight the demon again. I held on with all my might, my groin muscles shaking. This wave was the biggest yet and bizarrely, I felt a twitching, tingling sensation at the tip of my penis with a faint electrical current in my perineum as though I was about to ejaculate. It was actually quite a pleasant but unexpected counterpoint to the pee I really wanted.
The wave subsided and I got to my study.
Standing at the door, another such wave struck. Again, I felt that warm, tingling sensation amongst the shaking muscles and I was unsure if any lapse in my control would precipitate me wetting my nappies, ejaculating in them or some strange combination of the two.
Despite the blinding urge to pee, this new type of “wave” was actually very nice. The stirrings of an erection muted my pee-need a fraction and so I got to my desk and sat down.
11:00am: Wave after wave of mountain-sized pee urges. I was sweating and at best incredibly uncomfortable and at worst, in outright pain. Sitting down, I didn’t seem to be getting the same ejaculation sensations and I just wanted to pee and get it over with. I stood up and walked to the window in the hope of provoking an involuntary reaction.
Almost immediately, a huge wave came and again, I felt that distinct “I’m gonna cum!” feeling – I held on with all my might but at the crest of the wave, I thought I felt a hot drop at the tip of my penis. I wasn’t sure if I had peed or ejaculated. I stuffed a hand down the front of my nappy and felt around – I was hot and sweaty in there so it was kind of hard to tell.
Almost immediately, another wave hit, again, warm tingling and a hot wet drop – I felt around a second time but it was still ambiguous. The faint pleasure of it however was as always, immediately eclipsed by the roaring need to urinate. I returned to my seat.
11:15am: Now having a thoroughly miserable time, I sat in my chair with waves of pee-desperation rolling in. Every few waves or so, I imagined that some tiny amount of fluid had leaked out but it wasn’t enough to qualify as a ‘spurt’ even.
I stood up, immediately rewarded with twitching and tingling and a hot drop against every ounce of resistance I could muster. I pulled down my plastic pants for a visual inspection. My nappy was basically dry but there was indeed, a faint pale yellow mark at the front of my crotch. It was damp to the touch. It became obvious to me that I was intermittently “dribbling” a drop of urine and had a tablespoon or two already in my pants.
I resumed my seat and held on.
11:30: Nothing changed at all. I sat rocking at my desk, trying to pretend I was doing anything else and every 30 seconds or so, a crescendo of urgency would overtake me and I would feel a drop of pee dampen my nappy.
15-20 minutes of minor leakages later, I could feel my damp patch slowly growing but it was clear to me that no catastrophic urination was going to occur. I was just stuck in state of extreme discomfort with intermittent, unstoppable tiny dribbles of pee as some kind of pressure-relieve valve kicked in. These dribbles were never enough to provide any real relief.
Myth busted. It wasn’t that one completely and involuntarily voided one’s bladder as a consequence of holding on indefinitely. Instead, the bladder simply filled and with much discomfort, would stay filled but over-flowing slowly. What REALLY happens, I thought, is that people give in to the pain and decide to wet themselves completely to make it stop.
On that bomb-shell, I decided that I’d suffered enough and relaxed. For a few seconds, nothing happened! It’s as though my bladder, like a puppy that had been too-long locked up, was a little unsure what to do once the cage door had been opened.
Then I started to pee. Knowing it was going to be a big one, I got up and walked to bathroom in case of leaks. I was peeing furiously in my nappy as I stood up. I continued to pee like a horse as I walked and the relief was gorgeous. I could hear my pee fire-hosing into the front of my pants and my nappy was becoming warm and heavy around me. I got to the safety of a tiled floor and I was still peeing, I could hear it gurgling and inside my pants now felt like a warm bath. I must have peed for a minute – staring at myself blankly in the mirror, lost in a warm sea of relief. At some point, the flow of urine petered out – it was actually a bit hard to tell as I was so wet and so NOT trying to hold it in.
A cautious inspection showed that all that terry towelling and plastic pant had worked and my nappy had held. I decided not to change straight away but instead waddled back to the study. It drooped between my legs before I squelched back down into my chair. The relief was so great that I felt like a sleep.
12:00 – I think I HAD dozed off in my chair. I awoke to that warm, comfortable bulk of a thoroughly wet nappy and remembered where I was and what I had done. Cautiously, I felt around my seat – to my disappointment, I could feel a tell-tale wet patch at the back of my right thigh telling me my plastic pants were leaking at the leggings. I needed to clean up. I was also aware that I needed to pee again. All that water had to go somewhere I guess. It was clear to me that this nappy had been punished enough and wasn’t up to another voiding. Reluctantly, I got out of my chair to head for the bathroom.
Then the weirdest thing happened.
As I stood, a wave of urgency to pee hit me like a bus, as severe as it was unexpected. Before I’d even reached the door, I’d lost the battle and was already peeing uncontrollably into my soaked nappy. It was unstoppable. By the time I’d duck-walked to the bathroom, I’d completely voided, didn’t need to pee anymore and was sporting rivulet of wee running down my inside leg. There was nothing I could have done about it. The delay between noticing the need to pee and actually peeing would have been no more than 5 seconds.
Slightly stunned, I peeled off my sodden nappy and dumped it into a bucket with a thud.
On a hunch, and as insurance, I grabbed a Tena disposable pull-up from my stash and put it on back under my shorts before returning to my study.
About half an hour later, I needed to pee again. Again, I stood up, and again, I wet myself: I got a little further than before, making it out to the hall to the bathroom before urge again overtook my holding ability and I felt my pull-up grow hot at my crotch.
Now I was a little freaked. Later on today, my family would return and explaining how I had, in the course of a single day, rendered myself urinary incontinent would take some imagination. I’d heard of this being done before without any problems but perhaps I’d asked more of my middle-aged bladder than it could deliver.
Upon inspection, my pull-up actually wasn’t wet to capacity and I didn’t have that many of them so I decided to leave it on – clearly for now at least, I needed it.
Next urination was after lunch. Again, huge urge but this time I made it to the bathroom. Admittedly I was peeing myself when I got there but this time at least some of my pee finished up in my toilet instead of my pants. The pull-up was now soaked so I tossed it and went nappy-free to see how it went.
Perhaps this little bit of subconscious incentive helped. Next pee I made it to the toilet but only just and as I was fumbling with my shorts I thought they would be joining my wet nappy in the washing bucket. I was happier to at least see that things appeared to be trending in the correct direction but I was still voiding like an infant – frequently, with little volume and little control.
Things gradually got better but it was an awkward night with me dashing off to the toilet every hour or two. I seriously worried about wetting our bed but as it happened, I didn’t sleep that well and simply had to get up a couple of times.
It was about a day and a half later until something resembling normality for my pattern of urination had returned.
It would appear that I insulted my bladder with this exercise and it gained vengeance through a few hours of urge-incontinence. All we need now is for one or more slightly overweight, middle-aged males to replicate my findings.
I woke up to the prospect of a whole day at home alone and decided to treat myself by spending it in nappies. The rest of my family were bustling around, getting ready to leave for their various outings as I lay back in bed. I needed to pee as was normal for me first thing in the morning but I wanted to wait and save it for my nappy.
7:30am: when the last person finally departed, I pulled down a 1.5m x 1.5m terry nappy and some large, yellow plastic pants. Folding them kite-style on the bed, I was now quite ‘full’ and pinning them on tight as l lay down I was distinctly uncomfortable. Still, remaining dry I pulled on my plastic pants over the nappy and managed to squeeze into a pair of slightly-oversized shorts.
7:45am: Normally at this point, I would have gotten back into bed and leisurely wet myself, perhaps even dozing off for a little while longer afterwards but on a whim, I decided on an experiment.
Lots of ‘holding/desperation’ fantasies abound on the ‘net whereby the hero or heroine valiantly fights on through pain and perhaps the odd leaking spurt until biology seizes the body’s steering wheel whereupon they extravagantly, and completely involuntarily, wet themselves. My theory was that people did not truly completely wet themselves after too long holding but simply ‘gave up’. So, I was not going to ‘give up’ and see what would actually happen to me.
Thus resolved, I waddled off to the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast. Breakfast went normally enough although I really wanted a pee.
8:15am: Breakfast concluded, I decided to go to my study and surf the net for a while. To make it interesting, I poured myself a big jug of water to take with me. When I ran the tap, I was immediately gripped by a sharp bladder spasm but I kept a lid on things so to speak. First port-of-call was to some reasonably reputable medical sites to reassure myself that what I was about to do was (as an isolated exercise) quite safe. It was.
9:00am: My ‘need to pee’ was around ‘8’ on the scale. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on reading the on-lines newspapers as my bladder was yelling for attention. A couple of times I stood up, but this seemed to make the urgency worse and I quickly sat down again. I kept sipping water.
9:30am: I started to notice that the urgency to urinate was coming in “waves”. Leaning backwards in my reclining chair seemed to relieve things a little but the urgency would soon return.
10:00am: I was now, quite involuntarily grabbing at my crotch at each “pee wave” – this was pretty difficult since my crotch was well-encased by a fairly thick terry towelling nappy but it seemed to help anyway. A couple of times I stood up, crossing my legs and without consciously deciding to, found myself doing a ‘pee dance’.
10:30am: By now, any pretence at comprehending what I was reading was abandoned. My hand was jammed permanently between my thighs, pushing hard against the front of my nappy and I was rocking back and forth in my chair doing anything I could think of to take my mind away from the blast-furnace in my bladder. I was starting to sweat.
10:45am: My water jug was empty. I was not. I decided to venture out to refill it. Amazingly, the need to pee seemed to relax a little as I got out of my chair and walked out toward the kitchen and I made it to the tap. Turning on the water however, invoked a howl of protest from my bladder and I fought with all my might – so hard that I could feel the muscles in my groin quivering with the strain. I leaned with both hands resting on the counter top. Every fibre in me just wanted to “let go” but still I resisted – to release now would be a completely voluntary (however highly desirable) act.
After 30 seconds or so contemplation at the counter top, I had things together enough to attempt the return journey. I had just left the kitchen when another fierce wave struck again. I put the water jug down on an adjacent table and bent over slightly, prepared to fight the demon again. I held on with all my might, my groin muscles shaking. This wave was the biggest yet and bizarrely, I felt a twitching, tingling sensation at the tip of my penis with a faint electrical current in my perineum as though I was about to ejaculate. It was actually quite a pleasant but unexpected counterpoint to the pee I really wanted.
The wave subsided and I got to my study.
Standing at the door, another such wave struck. Again, I felt that warm, tingling sensation amongst the shaking muscles and I was unsure if any lapse in my control would precipitate me wetting my nappies, ejaculating in them or some strange combination of the two.
Despite the blinding urge to pee, this new type of “wave” was actually very nice. The stirrings of an erection muted my pee-need a fraction and so I got to my desk and sat down.
11:00am: Wave after wave of mountain-sized pee urges. I was sweating and at best incredibly uncomfortable and at worst, in outright pain. Sitting down, I didn’t seem to be getting the same ejaculation sensations and I just wanted to pee and get it over with. I stood up and walked to the window in the hope of provoking an involuntary reaction.
Almost immediately, a huge wave came and again, I felt that distinct “I’m gonna cum!” feeling – I held on with all my might but at the crest of the wave, I thought I felt a hot drop at the tip of my penis. I wasn’t sure if I had peed or ejaculated. I stuffed a hand down the front of my nappy and felt around – I was hot and sweaty in there so it was kind of hard to tell.
Almost immediately, another wave hit, again, warm tingling and a hot wet drop – I felt around a second time but it was still ambiguous. The faint pleasure of it however was as always, immediately eclipsed by the roaring need to urinate. I returned to my seat.
11:15am: Now having a thoroughly miserable time, I sat in my chair with waves of pee-desperation rolling in. Every few waves or so, I imagined that some tiny amount of fluid had leaked out but it wasn’t enough to qualify as a ‘spurt’ even.
I stood up, immediately rewarded with twitching and tingling and a hot drop against every ounce of resistance I could muster. I pulled down my plastic pants for a visual inspection. My nappy was basically dry but there was indeed, a faint pale yellow mark at the front of my crotch. It was damp to the touch. It became obvious to me that I was intermittently “dribbling” a drop of urine and had a tablespoon or two already in my pants.
I resumed my seat and held on.
11:30: Nothing changed at all. I sat rocking at my desk, trying to pretend I was doing anything else and every 30 seconds or so, a crescendo of urgency would overtake me and I would feel a drop of pee dampen my nappy.
15-20 minutes of minor leakages later, I could feel my damp patch slowly growing but it was clear to me that no catastrophic urination was going to occur. I was just stuck in state of extreme discomfort with intermittent, unstoppable tiny dribbles of pee as some kind of pressure-relieve valve kicked in. These dribbles were never enough to provide any real relief.
Myth busted. It wasn’t that one completely and involuntarily voided one’s bladder as a consequence of holding on indefinitely. Instead, the bladder simply filled and with much discomfort, would stay filled but over-flowing slowly. What REALLY happens, I thought, is that people give in to the pain and decide to wet themselves completely to make it stop.
On that bomb-shell, I decided that I’d suffered enough and relaxed. For a few seconds, nothing happened! It’s as though my bladder, like a puppy that had been too-long locked up, was a little unsure what to do once the cage door had been opened.
Then I started to pee. Knowing it was going to be a big one, I got up and walked to bathroom in case of leaks. I was peeing furiously in my nappy as I stood up. I continued to pee like a horse as I walked and the relief was gorgeous. I could hear my pee fire-hosing into the front of my pants and my nappy was becoming warm and heavy around me. I got to the safety of a tiled floor and I was still peeing, I could hear it gurgling and inside my pants now felt like a warm bath. I must have peed for a minute – staring at myself blankly in the mirror, lost in a warm sea of relief. At some point, the flow of urine petered out – it was actually a bit hard to tell as I was so wet and so NOT trying to hold it in.
A cautious inspection showed that all that terry towelling and plastic pant had worked and my nappy had held. I decided not to change straight away but instead waddled back to the study. It drooped between my legs before I squelched back down into my chair. The relief was so great that I felt like a sleep.
12:00 – I think I HAD dozed off in my chair. I awoke to that warm, comfortable bulk of a thoroughly wet nappy and remembered where I was and what I had done. Cautiously, I felt around my seat – to my disappointment, I could feel a tell-tale wet patch at the back of my right thigh telling me my plastic pants were leaking at the leggings. I needed to clean up. I was also aware that I needed to pee again. All that water had to go somewhere I guess. It was clear to me that this nappy had been punished enough and wasn’t up to another voiding. Reluctantly, I got out of my chair to head for the bathroom.
Then the weirdest thing happened.
As I stood, a wave of urgency to pee hit me like a bus, as severe as it was unexpected. Before I’d even reached the door, I’d lost the battle and was already peeing uncontrollably into my soaked nappy. It was unstoppable. By the time I’d duck-walked to the bathroom, I’d completely voided, didn’t need to pee anymore and was sporting rivulet of wee running down my inside leg. There was nothing I could have done about it. The delay between noticing the need to pee and actually peeing would have been no more than 5 seconds.
Slightly stunned, I peeled off my sodden nappy and dumped it into a bucket with a thud.
On a hunch, and as insurance, I grabbed a Tena disposable pull-up from my stash and put it on back under my shorts before returning to my study.
About half an hour later, I needed to pee again. Again, I stood up, and again, I wet myself: I got a little further than before, making it out to the hall to the bathroom before urge again overtook my holding ability and I felt my pull-up grow hot at my crotch.
Now I was a little freaked. Later on today, my family would return and explaining how I had, in the course of a single day, rendered myself urinary incontinent would take some imagination. I’d heard of this being done before without any problems but perhaps I’d asked more of my middle-aged bladder than it could deliver.
Upon inspection, my pull-up actually wasn’t wet to capacity and I didn’t have that many of them so I decided to leave it on – clearly for now at least, I needed it.
Next urination was after lunch. Again, huge urge but this time I made it to the bathroom. Admittedly I was peeing myself when I got there but this time at least some of my pee finished up in my toilet instead of my pants. The pull-up was now soaked so I tossed it and went nappy-free to see how it went.
Perhaps this little bit of subconscious incentive helped. Next pee I made it to the toilet but only just and as I was fumbling with my shorts I thought they would be joining my wet nappy in the washing bucket. I was happier to at least see that things appeared to be trending in the correct direction but I was still voiding like an infant – frequently, with little volume and little control.
Things gradually got better but it was an awkward night with me dashing off to the toilet every hour or two. I seriously worried about wetting our bed but as it happened, I didn’t sleep that well and simply had to get up a couple of times.
It was about a day and a half later until something resembling normality for my pattern of urination had returned.
It would appear that I insulted my bladder with this exercise and it gained vengeance through a few hours of urge-incontinence. All we need now is for one or more slightly overweight, middle-aged males to replicate my findings.
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