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Got a story for you guys :) I’m currently waiting for a connecting flight—this all happened a little less than 2 hours ago. So, in case you guys haven’t read some of my other stuff, I’m not really a holder. I like to get to a comfortable fullness and let it settle and swell until I get uncomfortable. If I’m at home alone, I might do some squirming, but I usually wait until just when I start feel like I have to cross my legs before finding a restroom. Today, on my previous flight, I decided I didn’t want to use the restroom on the plane. I have no issue with it, and in fact I know that on my next (much longer) flight I’ll be using it more often. But since it was supposed to be a 2 ½-hour flight, I figured it would be kinda embarrassing to have to go (even though others were decidedly okay with doing it themselves). I went maybe 20 minutes before boarding, so I figured it’d be fine. I got on the plane and settled in with my phone, playing some Sudoku while waiting for takeoff. We ended up staying on the ground for another half hour or so because of lots of traffic at our destination or something. When we took off, I continued playing around on my phone until the complimentary drinks and snacks came around. I decided to get a soda, even though I was afraid I’d have to pee much sooner, because it was pretty early and I wanted to stay awake. I made small talk with the girl next to me, who was pretty but not too nice, and we stopped talking soon after. So I pulled out my 3DS and started playing PMD Sky, which I ended up doing most of the rest of the flight. I was starting to feel more than just comfortably full around the time that the flight attendant said the plane would be landing soon. I figured I’d be fine, since it would be about 20-30 minutes and it wasn’t that bad. I wasn’t squirming, hadn’t even crossed my legs, and it wasn’t enough to distract me from my game. I finished the last few ounces of my drink, put up the tray, and sat back to wait it out. …Apparently, those last few ounces were enough to make my bladder really want to get my attention. It went very suddenly from “slightly uncomfortable” to “cramping, release now”. At this point, we were already on our descent, with very clear instructions not to stand, undo the seatbelts, etc. until we’d gotten to our gate. But I did my best not to show the state I was in. Not being a holder, I’m not sure of my limits, so I was pretty nervous. I even started imagining what kind of damage control I could do if I did lose it. None of the options were very appealing. We were maybe 5 minutes from landing (felt much longer) when I gave in and crossed my legs, squeezing them together. It was strange, though, because it took me quite a bit longer than I expected to get one leg over the other, and how much it ached. That worried me a bit, but I tried not to think about it too much. I’d set down my 3DS at the start of the descent, thinking of packing my carry-on immediately, but wasn’t able to lean down and get my backpack because of the pressure. So I decided to try to keep playing. …And accidentally turned on the power instead of pressing the B button. (No clue the last time I saved, still haven’t looked.) I figured I was too distracted to play, so I set it on my lap and kept trying to look past the girl next to me to see how much further we had. I wasn’t visibly squirming, and my feet weren’t tapping and my legs weren’t bouncing, but I was very straight in my seat and my toes curled in and out impatiently in my shoes. My body felt hot, though I didn’t sweat. I’m not sure if anyone noticed, though someone into omo probably would’ve known had they been looking. We finally landed, and I was ecstatic, ready to get going… We ended up driving for what felt like years, we were so far from our gate. It was torture not being able to squirm openly and hold myself. I let out some impatient sighs (I’m sure it annoyed the people around me) and shifted a bit in my seat. At this point, I was trying to figure out how to uncross my legs, seeing how much it ached to cross them. As we got closer to the gate, I experimented a bit before finally doing it, though I immediately pressed my thighs together and let out a puff of air. I still had my 3DS in my hands, and I was clicking and unclicking the stylus from its holder, getting faster as time went on. My left foot began to tap. I unbuttoned my slightly-too-tight jeans, which helped for all of five seconds. I kept trying to look out the window. I felt too full. Finally, the plane reached the gate. I stood up and got my backpack (others around me did the same) and I still had to wait. My left foot started tapping faster, I continued squeezing my thighs together, I unzipped my jeans, I drummed my fingers harshly on the back of the seat in front of me. I felt this amazing pressure on my peehole, hot and just barely staying shut, almost burning, and I would’ve enjoyed it so much had I been alone. Were I someone else, I may have just waited for everyone in front of me to leave before me. But I decided, pride be damned, to ask the guys ahead of me to let me go first, “I really have to pee”. Their answer was “Oh, of course” (and a part of me hopes at least one of them got a bit of a thrill out of that). So I waddled on ahead of them, trying to figure out how fast was too fast and resisting the urge to grab myself and dance all the way to the restroom. Someone about my backpack: it’s really heavy. Like, my shoulders hurt from maybe 20 minutes walking around trying to find my connecting flight. This did not help anything. I briefly considered, as I left the plane, asking an attendant where the nearest restroom was. But, despite me being fine telling the guys on the plane I had to pee, I couldn’t bring myself to ask the male attendants in the area. I kept going, feeling the flood within me slosh about and adjusting my pace to keep it from teasing my exit. God, I had to piss so bad. I scanned the signs ahead of me hurriedly, looking for the familiar symbol… It was to my left, so I went, legs still pressed together, hindering my progress. I panted a bit, praying to keep it back just a little longer… Thankfully, there was no line. I entered the stall, dumped my things on the floor, pushed down my pants and panties, and… I wish I could say that it gushed out of me, but the unfortunate thing was that I was so cramped that it trickled. I moaned a bit, more like a whimper, really, feeling pleasure at the hint of relief and frustration that it wasn’t emptying all at once. But soon, once my body relaxed and the cramps faded, it streamed out nicely, quickly enough to make me whimper again in pure relief.
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