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Its a long post, I know, but it’s worth the read, I promise. One of my wife’s new years resolutions has been to lose a little weight, and slowly but surely, it’s been successful. She is down a pant size or two, so her old pants are falling off her a bit. Shes been wearing a belt more often because of this and has had to buckle it tighter. Keep that in mind, that came back to bite her in the ass later. As a celebration we went to dinner and a movie and just got whatever we wanted, basically a cheat day. She had a margarita at dinner, but she used that bathroom before hand so I didn’t think it would be an issue, or so I thought. We got popcorn and soda at the theater too. About a third of the way into the movie, I noticed her moving oddly. The kind of movement where you really have to pee and you’re trying to hide it. I didn’t bring it up and tried to concentrate on the movie, but since that moment, I kept looking over at her every few seconds out of curiosity. Near the end of the movie, she had both her hands in her crotch and was leaning forward on edge of her seat while crossing her legs. “I told you you shouldn’t have gotten soda.” I whispered. “I know! I just haven’t had soda in a while, so I wanted to reward myself.” “By peeing your pants in public?” “Shut up, I’m not gonna pee my pants, I can hold it!” This went on for like a minute longer before we finally shut up and focused on the movie. She kept leaning forward 90% of the time. It seemed as if every time she tried to lean back, the pressure on her bladder would be too great and she would need to lean back forward. She tried to loosen her belt whenever she leaned back, but since she could only do it for a few seconds, that wasnt enough time for her to try to loosen her tight belt. Her bladder was definitely bulging at this point. When the movie finished, she immediately bolted towards the exit and made a beeline to the bathroom. The line for the ladies was out the door, but for a movie theater after a movie just ended, that is pretty standard. The line was actually one of the shorter post-movie lines I’ve seen, but still longer than a typical mens room line post-movie. Anyway, I saw her furiously potty dancing, which turned me on so much, I was worried my boner was going to show. She went into the ladies and I lost sight of her. Maybe 15 minutes later, she came out, hoodie tied around her waist, face extremely red. We all know what that means. She quickly walked towards the exit and waved me over, but I stood there instead. She turned around after a couple seconds when she realized I wasn’t following and waved me over in an urgent way. She was so embarrassed by whatever had happened that she was itching to get out asap. She was blushing super hard on the car ride home, insisting that she didn’t want to talk about it, but she told me what happened when we got home. When we got home, she finally took off her hoodie and revealed her soaked jeans. I wasn’t surprised at all, but seeing it in all its glory really excited me. Then, she finally explained the whole story. She first tried to pee back at the restaurant, but the place we went to was small, so there was really only two stalls and a sink. She waited for a couple minutes but got impatient and left because she didn’t want us to be late to the movie. Her need to pee wasn’t really there all that much when we arrived at the theater, so she’s got her drinks and sat, but during the movie, the urge came on, and got worse and worse as the movie went on. Then events transpired as I stated. When she got into the ladies room. She kept on furiously potty dancing and got sone weird looks. She was spurting well before reaching the toilet. By the time she was next in line, she had a very noticeable and decently sized wet spot showing on the back and front of her jeans, basically broadcasting to everyone in the ladies room that she was peeing her pants. She lost control just as she got into the stall and locked the door. She managed to stop the flow momentarily to try and unbuckle her belt, but since she was leaning forward and the belt was really tight, she couldn’t get it undone in time. She tried to lean back, and that’s when her muscles finally gave out. She struggled for a few seconds before giving up and sitting on the toilet, peeing straight through her jeans. When she finished, she finally got her pants down and inspected the damage, cleaned up the best she could, wrapped the hoodie around her waist, washed her hands and left. Obviously having any accident is pretty mortifying, but like all accidents my wife has had, she was in good spirits after getting over the initial shock. I teased her relentlessly for it, as per usual. Since we got home late and everyone was asleep, we both drank a couple beers and I got to see her desperate again. I got to see her struggle to undo her belt again, but this time she made it and breathed a huge sigh of relief. After that, we did, uh, “cardio,” showered, and went to sleep. The next morning, she woke up desperate from her weakened bladder from the night before, so I got to tease her again before I let her pee.
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From the album: My Furry Omo Artwork!
Random vixen trying to keep her oversized bladder in check, gonna have to tighten that belt a bit more to hide it!- 3 comments
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From the album: AlphaHyoudou's Art
Another old drawing that I managed to update, there is never enough love for Asia-chan :3- 2 comments
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Skipped my morning pee and paid the price at school
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This is a close call I had at school last week. My school uniform consists of a royal blue polo, school uniform style khakis, and a standard brown dress belt. There also was an option for a hoodie, which I wore over my shirt. My bus comes at 6:50 AM, so I usually wake up at 6, but my alarm clock didn’t go off this time so I woke up at 6:41. I immediately panicked and jumped out of bed. I slipped on my underwear, put on socks, buttoned and zippered the khakis, tucked in my shirt, and buckled my belt nice and snug. I threw on my sneakers and ran out the door with my backpack. I made it to the bus stop and hopped on the bus just in time. As my bus went in it’s path, I realized I hadn’t taken my morning pee. I had ten hours of urine begging for release in my bladder, but I have a pretty strong bladder so I wasn’t too worried. I was squeezing my legs together the whole ride. When I got to the school, they made us go straight to the third floor and make us wait in the gym. I hurried up the stairs and speedwalked to the men’s room door. It was off limits since the janitors were cleaning it. I was frustrated but shrugged it off. I didn’t find an opportunity to use the bathroom at all. I couldn’t really leave because if I even look away for one second I have no idea what’s going on, and I don’t have time to use the bathrooms in between classes since I only have 4 minutes and my classes are far apart. Lunch time came and I got my lunch and set it down before running to the bathroom. This time the line was super long. After about 20 minutes of struggling to hold it in, I realized I wasn’t gonna have enough time to eat lunch. I groaned and headed back to my seat, where I found that the chocolate milk and my belt see a killer combo on my bladder. After that, I had 3 straight hours of classes. By the time last period rolled around, I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t keep my hands out of my crotch, little spurts were coming out, and my legs were getting tired of squeezing together. I said screw it and asked a classmate to tell me what I missed when I got back and got permission from the teacher to go. My limit had been reached and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I sprinted to the bathroom, but was delayed by a security guard who reprimanded by for running and asked to see my ID badge. I sprinted into the bathroom and quickly found a stall. I threw my bag down and started unbuckling my belt. My bladder couldn’t take it anymore and I started going while I was struggling to undo my belt. I finally got my pants off and breathed a huge sigh of relief. I stripped down to asses the damage. My briefs were soaked, so I threw them in the trash. My shirt was a little wet and my pants had a huge wet spot, but both of those could be hidden by tying my hoodie around my waist. My bladder ached and was pretty weak for the rest of the day.- 8 replies
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What is your favorite piece or pieces of clothing to wet/be desperate in? I put on leggings, two pairs of boxer briefs, compression shorts, khakis, and a really tight belt. I wear this then start drinking water, tea, coffee and any other drinks I can find. I wait until I’m 10/10, which is pretty hard to do so I don’t do this often. I let a little bit out into my clothes, forming wet spots, then quickly stop it and drink more. When I genuinely can’t hold it anymore and get that RIGHT NOW feeling, I unzip the khakis and fish through the compressions grits and underwear to try and whip it out, but what’s great is that I often forget that I have the leggings on, so right when I think I’m about to get relief, I realize I can’t and it tortures my bladder even more. Then I have the tight belt, which is extremely hard to get off on its own. So when im desperate, it’s basically impossible. I do all this in front of the toilet with sounds of people peeing playing on my phone. After struggling with all the clothing and the sight of the toilet and the sounds of pee, I just can’t take anymore and my dick slowly starts to lose control. First in small spurts, then big ones, then finally completely giving up and opening the floodgates, all the while I’m still trying to free myself and whimpering and moaning. It leaves a massive puddle, but it’s worth it because it’s sooooooo hot.
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Accidents in formal/business wear or school uniforms
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Accidents in formal, business, or school uniforms are some of my clothes to wet in. If you have one, share a story involving any of these clothes. I’ll start: I once went to an outdoor wedding. It was very hot so I drank a lot of fluids. My urge was at about 5/10 when I realized I should go. But I couldn’t at that point because my parents wouldn’t let me since the speeches were beginning. So I waited. While the speeches went on, my urge grew greater and greater. By the end of the third or fourth speech, I was at an 8/10. I had to go right away. I rushed to the bathroom, where to my horror, there was a long line for the men’s room. I dug my hands into my crotch and did my best to hold it. My tight belt and dress pants weren’t doing much to help either. After 10 minutes, I was at a 9.5/10. I realized I wasn’t going to make it and ran outside. I tried to find a bush or tree or something I could go behind. There was a long path with flowers where everyone was taking pictures on, so I had to walk even further. I finally found a place where I could go. As soon as I got behind a tree, it started seeping out. I panicked and got to work. I didn’t even try to unbuckle because it was too tight and would take too much time. I reached for my zipper. A quarter of the way down, it jammed. The cheap design allows it to easily get stuck in the fabric of my boxers. I tired to go to my belt instead, but it was too late. My bladder exploded. It was very obvious. I took off my jacket and draped it over my arm and held it over my crotch. Thankfully no one saw.- 4 replies
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