This story is a recording of a young girl who loves the feeling of an overflowing bladder, and one day decided to check its maximum capacity. Who wants to compete with her in the bladder?

Hi, I'm Jane, I'm 19 years old and I live in Australia. If anyone is interested, I am a tall thin girl with long hair. I adore the feeling when my bladder is ready to explode, and decided to check how much urine it can stand, stretching to the limit. On this day I was wearing a white T-shirt (without a bra :)), a summer blue skirt without panties and a pair of sandals. It wasn’t hot this day, but I love to go half-dressed when there’s nobody around me.

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The numbers in the right column indicate the filling level of the bladder, where:

1 - I don't want to cry at all,

2 - I want to pee, but not much

3 - the desire to pee is already quite strong,

3.5 - there is a desire to squeeze a hand between legs or to jump, to be patient,

4 - I really want to piss, it's rather difficult to endure

4. 8 - the bladder is literally ready to explode,

5 - it is already impossible to endure, urine seeps into the pants.

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17:30, Sunday

0 (I pee last for that day)

9:00, Monday

2 (I decided to try to endure as long as I can; no one is at home)

9: 30

2. 2 (I just returned from the store, bought 2 liters of drinking water and start drinking as soon as possible; I have not written for 16 hours)

10:00

2. 5 (I drank half a bottle of water (1 liter) and started reading the book)

10: 30

1. 5 (already finished drinking water and was distracted by reading a book, almost forgetting how much I want to go to the toilet)

11: 00

2. 7 (I put down the book, and the bladder reminds me how much I drank (2 liters) and how long I put up with it - already 17. 5 hours)

11:30

2. 6 (just keep tolerating)

12:00

3. 0 (I already very much want to go to the toilet, but I decided to speed up the process and drank two cups of hot coffee; let's see what happens next!)

12: 30

3. 3 (coffee is already beginning to flow into my bladder, it becomes difficult for me not to move; I start to drink two more cups of coffee (I really like to torture my body). I'm already starting to get excited and change my clothes better, at least I can move, while I will change clothes)

12:50

3. 8 (my boyfriend Tom caught me in disguise and I spent 10 minutes to explain to him what I was doing and who Thomas was. He says that it excites him and supports my decision to endure even longer)

1:00

4. 5 (I can’t sit still for a long time, and I asked Tom to print for me, because I need to move, I finished the second cup of coffee, and now she goes through me right into my poor bladder!)

Tom continues to print everything.

1:10

4. 8 (Jane screamed for me to bring a container for her because she doesn't think she can endure much longer. She must be very difficult and painful to endure because she constantly walks around the room and Jane never screams on me before. I still encourage her to hold it longer for two reasons:

1. She apparently suffered for a very long time.

2. This is so exciting me!)

1:15

5. 0 (I suggest Jane to be patient until half past one, she squeezes her hands between her legs, walks around the room, sometimes jumping, and says that her bladder hurts a lot; she also said that the habit of enduring can help her to hold out another fifteen minutes, but it will be very hard for her)

1: 20

5. 1 (Jane asked me to take off her skirt because it will be easier for her (the belt will not put pressure on the bladder) and she is “too busy” to do it herself; who am I to argue) ;-)

1:25

5. 3 (Jane just jumped onto my lap and said it was easier for her to endure. She was worried and asked me to whisper something pleasant in her ear. She literally dances on my lap and I feel uncomfortable typing)

1:29

5. 5 (Jane did not hold a few drops of urine and asked me to take her to the bathroom where I left the container; meanwhile, Jane strongly pressed her hand to the perineum, but said that she still holds the urine with the sphincter, not pinching the urethra with her finger, and I believe her!)

(The following was recorded later, since I was busy in the bathroom).

1:30

5. 6 (Jane asks how much time is now, and I tell her that she stood, but teasing her, not letting go of her hands and even more causing her desire to tackle the most important thing in her life at that moment. She sees the container, but can't start writing, I'm so cruel!)

1: 31: 30 (Jane screamed for me to release her and not be able to hold some more urine, I slowly released her and brought the container)

1:32 (Jane first released a real fountain, and then started peeing with normal pressure, she wrote for about a minute and about a liter of urine flowed out of it (a very good volume), she had such relief that she deserved it!)

After I peed, I sweated a little and started jumping, because again I felt a strong pain in my stomach, I think it was very painful for my bladder that was very distended, and I tried to ignore it. Needless to say, the pain did not subside. It was about two in the afternoon.

I told Tom about my pain, and he told me the same thing that I had just thought about, while I told him about this, I wanted to go to the toilet again, but Tom suggested that I suffer again.

My need to pee increased faster than I could cope with it, so at about half past three I danced around the house, but again I tried to endure, eventually I undid the top button of my jeans to reduce the pressure on my bladder, and this helped me a little .

Then, around 2:45, I accidentally released some urine into my pants. I started to unbutton my jeans and shouted to Tom to bring me a container.

To my horror, I could not resist and was described in the middle of the kitchen. Fortunately, I managed to take off my jeans, but my pants were wet. I wrote uncontrollably for about ten seconds, desperately trying to stop, while Tom set the container under me and removed my panties.

As soon as the container was under me, I released a real explosion, ending with a fountain. I released about half a liter of urine!

My poor bladder ached like nothing on Earth for about half an hour after this small episode, and I wrote every half hour after that, unable to save more than 200 ml.