Anonymous
Wed, 31 Oct 01, 4:26 AM
Hi again guys, how are you going?
Interesting thoughts as usual, Jeff.
Well, I know you’re probably the only “compliant” guy posting on this boards, but are you sure you do not owe me a story of you...??? You know I always love them all.
So, eagerly awating…
Yes, Matt, thanks for providing even more details about full-bladder flying, I’m definitely convinced. Besides, you seem to know the matter thoroughly.
After all, there is many places where you can deliberately push yourself into dreadful desperation, it doesn’t really make much sense taking the chance of testing you holding skills in a dangerous situation!!!
It’s a shame though, as altitude does in fact enhance the pleasure of being full (you’re both giggling, you naughty boys, aren’t you?)
Anyway, this discussion reminded me of a non-deliberate bursting session I experienced some eight years ago, flying from NY to LA.
Before I go on, let me specify that I rarely have had to pee that bad in my life, and since I’m fully aware now of the risks of full-bladder flying (that’s what it was really!) I can’t help but counting myself lucky.
So it started out in the morning, when we took off from Newark. It seemed to be a pretty nice, summer day.
As I was not in a retentive mood that morning, I visited the bathroom just before boarding.
Everything went ok for the first three hours or so, which I spent admiring the lakes, reading and chatting to and old American woman – very clever, educated and opinionated - who wouldn’t stop recounting a visit to Italy, my home country , she had lately enjoyed a lot.
Quite unexpectedly, a message was delivered over the loudspeakers, that since we were soon to encounter some turbulence we should remain seated and so forth.
To be honest I had already had a few drinks and the air-conditioning was making the inner temperature quite cold.
Still I felt comfortable, just a couple of twinges would come and go from time to time. Apparently, nothing serious for an accomplished holder…I just thought.
Besides, we were scheduled to make a stop at Denver and, as far as I knew, change the craft. At least, this is what the airline had said. So, no problem at all, I had an opportunity to use the airport facilities on arrival. I was very far from being desperate, after all.
But contrary to my expectations, having reached Denver we were directed to stay in the craft, as it would not be changed. Still ok, just a mild need by now.
Thirty minutes later we took off again, and soon afterwards, were finally allowed to leave our seats. Needless to say, a huge queue for the toilets was suddenly formed.
As the toilets were located only in the front and I had a rear (and a window) seat, it took me some time before I was able to reach the long line. But by the time my turn was finally approaching, I was directed, along with other teeth-clenched and further-expecting-hold people, back to my seat, as we would soon encounter stormy whether again.
Gee!!! I could no longer lie to myself , the fluids I had taken were decidedly making their way through my bladder now!
Still, altitude seem to help for a while (hi, hi, hi)…the need was very intense, but I was still in full control. At the same time though, I knew from experience that my bladder had some good point in complaining, as it was very close to reaching its limit.
To cut it short, the last 40 minutes were outright torture. I could not help shivering all the time. The woman sitting next to me would continue to chat, but I could barely answer. Pretending to be tired, I closed my eyes, just to seek higher concentration. Wetting is decidedly NOT my thing after all, neither was it at the time.
On leaving the craft, I finally came to grips with the fact that I had barely 60 second to make it to the loo. Anyway, I had made it after all, which corroborates my theory that, most of the times, feeling unable to hold on just for another minute is something more of a mental, rather than physical condition. I mean, whatever the need, I’ve seen that a healthy individual is always able, somehow, to push it just a bit longer, in case he or she has to.
On that occasion, I’m pretty sure I kind of overtaxed my bladder, since even surviving the 1-hour trip to the hotel looked as a real challenge.
Hope you enjoyed. Stay full and…tell me about it!!!
Take care,
Andromeda
Interesting thoughts as usual, Jeff.
Well, I know you’re probably the only “compliant” guy posting on this boards, but are you sure you do not owe me a story of you...??? You know I always love them all.
So, eagerly awating…
Yes, Matt, thanks for providing even more details about full-bladder flying, I’m definitely convinced. Besides, you seem to know the matter thoroughly.
After all, there is many places where you can deliberately push yourself into dreadful desperation, it doesn’t really make much sense taking the chance of testing you holding skills in a dangerous situation!!!
It’s a shame though, as altitude does in fact enhance the pleasure of being full (you’re both giggling, you naughty boys, aren’t you?)
Anyway, this discussion reminded me of a non-deliberate bursting session I experienced some eight years ago, flying from NY to LA.
Before I go on, let me specify that I rarely have had to pee that bad in my life, and since I’m fully aware now of the risks of full-bladder flying (that’s what it was really!) I can’t help but counting myself lucky.
So it started out in the morning, when we took off from Newark. It seemed to be a pretty nice, summer day.
As I was not in a retentive mood that morning, I visited the bathroom just before boarding.
Everything went ok for the first three hours or so, which I spent admiring the lakes, reading and chatting to and old American woman – very clever, educated and opinionated - who wouldn’t stop recounting a visit to Italy, my home country , she had lately enjoyed a lot.
Quite unexpectedly, a message was delivered over the loudspeakers, that since we were soon to encounter some turbulence we should remain seated and so forth.
To be honest I had already had a few drinks and the air-conditioning was making the inner temperature quite cold.
Still I felt comfortable, just a couple of twinges would come and go from time to time. Apparently, nothing serious for an accomplished holder…I just thought.
Besides, we were scheduled to make a stop at Denver and, as far as I knew, change the craft. At least, this is what the airline had said. So, no problem at all, I had an opportunity to use the airport facilities on arrival. I was very far from being desperate, after all.
But contrary to my expectations, having reached Denver we were directed to stay in the craft, as it would not be changed. Still ok, just a mild need by now.
Thirty minutes later we took off again, and soon afterwards, were finally allowed to leave our seats. Needless to say, a huge queue for the toilets was suddenly formed.
As the toilets were located only in the front and I had a rear (and a window) seat, it took me some time before I was able to reach the long line. But by the time my turn was finally approaching, I was directed, along with other teeth-clenched and further-expecting-hold people, back to my seat, as we would soon encounter stormy whether again.
Gee!!! I could no longer lie to myself , the fluids I had taken were decidedly making their way through my bladder now!
Still, altitude seem to help for a while (hi, hi, hi)…the need was very intense, but I was still in full control. At the same time though, I knew from experience that my bladder had some good point in complaining, as it was very close to reaching its limit.
To cut it short, the last 40 minutes were outright torture. I could not help shivering all the time. The woman sitting next to me would continue to chat, but I could barely answer. Pretending to be tired, I closed my eyes, just to seek higher concentration. Wetting is decidedly NOT my thing after all, neither was it at the time.
On leaving the craft, I finally came to grips with the fact that I had barely 60 second to make it to the loo. Anyway, I had made it after all, which corroborates my theory that, most of the times, feeling unable to hold on just for another minute is something more of a mental, rather than physical condition. I mean, whatever the need, I’ve seen that a healthy individual is always able, somehow, to push it just a bit longer, in case he or she has to.
On that occasion, I’m pretty sure I kind of overtaxed my bladder, since even surviving the 1-hour trip to the hotel looked as a real challenge.
Hope you enjoyed. Stay full and…tell me about it!!!
Take care,
Andromeda