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  1. EstrangeDan

    malefemale EstrangeOmo +images

    Greetings pissheads I may post more images and pissibly write explanations on what happened if I feel like it
  2. ItsKayla

    Bladder pains during holds

    Hey everyone, my bladder will always hurt for about 30 seconds whenever I'm about 8/10 desperate, is this normal and do this happen to others as well? Please share your thoughts
  3. View File Last to Use the Bathroom Wins $1000 Wetting Posted here and here, this is a YouTube challenge that's essentially a holding contest. Submitter Drying Submitted 05/19/2019 Category Holding contests Clothing Other  
  4. VanCanto99

    Some of my desperate pees

    Version 1.0.0

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    Some desperate pees and desperate holding I did the past few days. Felt like sharing them ❤️

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  5. View File Some of my desperate pees Some desperate pees and desperate holding I did the past few days. Felt like sharing them ❤️ Submitter VanCanto99 Submitted 05/19/2019 Category Peeing  
  6. It has been awhile since I have contributed anything, so I'm posting a few pics from the last year or so.
  7. Version 1.0.0

    631 downloads

    Posted here and here, this is a YouTube challenge that's essentially a holding contest.

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  8. Hey so I've been thinking a bit more on this lately- Any of you guys ever feel the intense desire to experience peeing as a different sex? Like, biologically? Because there are some significant differences. Some are obvious, but others, less obvious, as I've learned through the years. We have physical differences that mean we can pee in different ways, but there are also so many other interesting things to consider to. So to start on a personal note, when I was a kid I was always really jealous of boys because I wanted so badly to be able to pee in a way that seemed so much more free than what I could do. I wanted to not have to pull my pants completely down, to be able to control my stream, to pee through small openings in emergency situations- (e.g. a bottle if I'm in a car on a freeway, or out a window because I'm stuck in a room for some reason, etc.)- or just for fun even, let's be real. I wanted to do so many things my anatomy just wasn't capable of but I couldn't and it bothered me. It wasn't until I entered adulthood that I realised this was mostly due to having a pee fetish. As a teenager, I did actually teach myself to pee standing. It still had its obvious limitations and took some time to master but it was GREAT- have not done it in a while though I will admit so I would probably mess it up if I tried now- and I have some experience with STPs- also great, but again, there are limitations. Even with all this, I do still find myself wishing I could experience peeing with an actual penis- I also wish I could experience cumming with a penis though too sometimes (no where near as badly though)- I have a hard time achieving orgasm and didn't have my first until I was 21- I feel it would be a bit easier it I had a dick sometimes haha- but I could very well be wrong about that 😅 don't get me wrong though, I do love my vagina and its surrounding areas. There are definitely some advantages there 😅 but speaking of, anyone also curious about climaxing as a different sex? I'm sure at least some of you are! Haha Anyway, I think its quite common to be curious about how it feels to pee as the opposite biological sex, even for those not into pee like all of us here, and I do remember doing some reading a few years ago that actually explained that the physical sensation of needing to pee differed between male and female bodies. The difference is apparently only slight, but I find that super interesting! And it just makes me more curious. But I also wonder, what is it like for people who don't fall into the category of male or female? Is the sensation for biologically intersex people different at all? Like, somewhere in between? There is a lot of variation in what is considered intersex so I imagine it would vary with the people depending on, I'm guessing, external genitalia, but I could be wrong. Its also interesting that even outside of our biological differences, there are different social expectations for different genders, and this differs in different cultures, as does how we physically position ourselves to do it. This is also something that- as I only know second hand through research and talking to friends- greatly effects transgender people. I can't claim to experience their experiences first hand at all as I'm not trans, but I've listened to several trans men, women and nb people talk about their experiences when it comes to peeing. There are a lot of things they are often made to think about that us cis people tend to take for granted, even those of us like us who think about peeing A LOT. So yeah, I know I dragged on a bit, but how curious are you guys about experiencing the physical differences? Or what about the social? And does anyone else have any interesting stories on being intensely curious or super jealous over it, like how as a kid I was jealous of boys?
  9. Hi guys, I've been on here for a few years now, but never got around to posting any pics of myself, despite enjoying all your posts, so I decided to be naughty. This was actually the first time I wore these pants, I got them delivered that morning and decided to go for it. I felt like about an 8 or so, but I couldn't wait to get going! In the end it was quite a puddle on the floor, so I was probably closer to the end than I thought! I honestly peed with all my strength to put on as good a show as possible, but even after I thought I had finished I was able to do a POV where I added to the puddle quite a bit. Hope you guys all enjoy, any suggestions gratefully received!
  10. A/N: just some trash for BBB because this is my fuckin ship and I'm a mess, this was supposed to go up on patreon first but I decided to go ahead and post it lmao Zapp decides that even if this isn’t the perfect way to weaken his boss enough to take him out, it will at least be a hilarious prank to pull. He really isn’t sure where this will end up going, but once he has the idea in his head, he can’t get it out until he’s tried it, and so, he manages to secure a diuretic, and fairly easily, as well. Well, there are a lot of things you can get easily these days, especially when you have weird connections, and Zapp Renfro is in no shortage of those. The plan has to be executed very carefully, as he has to get through Gilbert, who would not be an easy opponent if he were caught in the process. He has never been particularly good at stealth, but this is important, and he manages to be sneaky, he manages to get his timing just right, spiking tea freshly made for Klaus without the butler, or anyone else, noticing that he does it. From that point on, all he can do is wait for it to take effect, and hope that he at least gets something out of this, whether it’s just a few laughs or a chance to defeat him, he isn’t picky. Zapp relaxes on the couch, lounging as he always does when there isn’t work for him to do, as others filter in and out of the office. Klaus drinks his tea, completely unaware that there is anything amiss, losing himself in a game and completely dead to the world while he plays. Really, it’s kind of boring to start out with, and Zapp has to try not to be impatient, which is difficult for someone like him. Whatever the payoff may be, it can be hard for anything to be worth a wait in his eyes. It isn’t until Klaus first shifts in his seat that Zapp is able to tell that it’s working, and even then, it’s a small movement, probably imperceptible to anyone who isn’t used to watching him closely, or expecting him to start to show any signs of discomfort. But to Zapp, it’s clear, and makes it a bit more worth the wait, as he continues to watch for any more slight signs of discomfort, any more indicators that Klaus is starting to feel the effects. It is still a bit of time before it really becomes noticeable, and by then, it is just the three of them in the room- Klaus, Zapp, and Gilbert, so quiet that he might as well not be there at all. Not long after that, Gilbert excuses himself to clean up around the rest of the office, and once he’s left the room, Zapp is free to observe Klaus for as long as he wants. Time drags on, and the movements of his boss become more obvious. Klaus is still focused on his game, so much so that Zapp thinks he might have forgotten that he isn’t quite alone yet. So it’s only natural that his struggle becomes more noticeable, and as he squirms more shamelessly, Zapp wonders why he doesn’t just go to the bathroom already. Is his game that immersive, or is it impossible to walk away at this point? Is he just being stubborn, or has he not even noticed that he’s getting desperate yet? The latter seems impossible, since Zapp is sure that no one would be able to completely shut out the throbbing of their bladder once it got to the point Klaus must be at by now. He must just be that stubborn, which really doesn’t come as much of a surprise. But even his iron will can’t protect him from the inevitable, which means he will have to give up at some point, and now, Zapp is a little frustrated at how long that is taking. He isn’t quite able to explain the irritation welling up in him as he watches Klaus fidget and squirm, but even for the sake of some game, he can’t understand why he would make things more difficult, rather than giving up already. Except...except irritation feels like a strange word for it, now that he thinks about it. There’s a discomfort, making it rather hard for him to sit still, though it isn’t for the same reason that Klaus is struggling. There is a frustration building up, a heat in his lower stomach that, if he didn’t know any better he might mistake for...for… Oh, shit. Zapp has done all that he can to dodge a revelation like this, but it’s become so difficult since meeting Klaus. Still, his attraction to the other man was so easy to bury beneath admiration that he buried beneath rivalry, and now all that work has come to nothing, all because of some stupid prank that’s lead to him discovering a new kink, on top of everything else. He can tell that it’s getting harder and harder for Klaus to hold out, and it’s turning him on so much he can barely take it. Now, he isn’t so amused by his little prank, and he wonders if he should just leave now, and forget all about it. But he isn’t sure he could forget it if he tried, and he always gets so damn impulsive whenever he’s horny. There is a part of him that knows he shouldn’t do this, but he doesn’t listen to that part of him, as he rises from the couch, crossing the room quickly. Klaus looks up, surprised, and Zapp supposes he really did forget that he wasn’t alone in the room. “Z-Zapp?” “That game really that important to you?” he asks with a smirk, wedging himself between Klaus and the desk. “You’ve been waiting for so long.” “I-I didn’t...I was…” But it doesn’t seem like Klaus can think of anything to say. He goes tense as Zapp climbs onto his lap, straddling him before reason can win out. “Well? You left yourself wide open, you know.” Even as he says it, he knows it’s a weak excuse. For one, if he really believed this were the right time to launch an attack, he would have by now; for another, he knows damn well that Klaus would have dealt with him with no difficulty, even in this condition. In fact, he doesn’t have to let Zapp climb all over him like this, but he doesn’t move at all. That is when Zapp can feel it, something so unbelievable that if he weren’t right on top of him, he would never think it possible. But it’s true; Klaus is getting hard just having Zapp in his lap, which means that this reckless decision was the right one to make. “What, ya think giving yourself a boner will help keep you from pissing yourself?” Zapp teases, and he can see that Klaus is blushing now. “That...wasn’t intentional,” he replies, and Zapp bites his lip. He knew that already, but damn, it’s nice to hear Klaus admit it out loud. “I don’t really know what I’m...doing.” “Yeah, that makes two of us,” Zapp confesses, “but I bet I’ve at least got a little bit of an idea.” He tilts his hips forward, and Klaus groans, squirming. “That’s adding...a lot of pressure, I’m not sure how much longer I can…” “Too hard to just let it out?” “No, I...well, I could, but I…” That’s when Zapp kisses him, hard and forceful, and though Klaus is a little clueless at first, it doesn’t take him long to learn from example. Beneath him, Zapp can feel the other man’s erection start to relax only to come back, and he isn’t sure if Klaus is trying to let himself relax so that he can let go, or if he’s now consciously trying to keep it up so that he won’t lose control. Zapp does not make it easier on him either way, applying more pressure to his bladder and he grinds against his lap. In the end, it’s easy to tell what wins out, when Klaus groans into the kiss, his erection softening again, before a warmth spreads across his lap. With how Zapp is positioned his own pants are soaked through in no time, and it’s a strange sensation, but it’s nice, it’s really fucking nice, and he caused this, and it may have started as a prank, but, fuck, is he glad that he did this. And, yeah, definitely one of the weirder things he’s done this week, and definitely not his proudest boner, but in the moment, he can’t be bothered to care about any of that stuff. Feeling Klaus basically piss on him, as a result of pissing himself, has him so turned on that he has to fight to keep from making his own mess. This is already shameful enough for him; he doesn’t want to add that to the list. When it’s over and their soaked clothes start to grow cold, Zapp finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against Klaus’, and while the other man struggles to catch his breath, Zapp asks, “So? What now?” “Give me a moment, I just need to…” He’s been idle for some time, and there’s a warning on the screen urging him to make a move before he’s kicked from the game. The timer is low, so Zapp assumes that he’s reaching around him to make his move quickly, and that he’ll want to finish up before they can do anything. It’s frustrating, and just when Zapp is thinking about telling him that he doesn’t want to wait anymore, he does it. Rather than continuing, Klaus chooses to surrender.
  11. Spurgle

    Blue brief wetting

    Hey folks, I had some free time this morning and I needed a shower anyway so I decided why not kill 2 birds with 1 stone?? Anyway I just sat on the toilet and slowly released through my underwear so I’d get a good spread. You’ll find a few pics below 🙈 Hope someone can find some enjoyment 🙈 Now I’m off to Glasgow for the boxing tonight, toodle pip!!
  12. A few weeks back I found myself desperate after a run, and it was pretty tense... I hesitated about writing this up, as I don’t really enjoy the public embarrassment aspect of wetting, but I know some people might. It had been warm all day, and I’d been drinking a lot of water and juice to make sure I was hydrated for an early evening run. As a result, I’d been heading to the bathroom pretty regularly throughout the work day. I got home, changed in to running clothes (white too, dark blue shorts) and headed out for a run. Normally I’d be sure to visit the bathroom before leaving, but I’d been so recently that I skipped it this time. That was, it turned out, a mistake. About fifteen minutes in I became aware of the weight in my bladder, with a faint ache. I found it fairly easy to ignore and focused on my breathing. As I came to the end of my run, it began to get dark, and the temperature got a lot cooler. Feeling always makes it worse for me, and I felt the tension in my stomach and felt the first twinges of urgency as I reached the end. I slowed down to walk and stretch out, and the stretching really increased the sensation of pressure- it was quite painful! I walked back towards my house, feeling tense as the cold air seemed to squeeze my bladder with each step. I found myself hurrying, taking quick slightly awkward steps, and noticed my breathing was quite tight. I passed a shop on the way home and remembered I needed a few things for dinner. The pain was slightly sharper now and I was feeling quite fidgety, but I decided to shop now rather than delay dinner by having to come out again later on. Another mistake. I went in to the store and the cold from the fridges was a shock. I tended up, and felt a twitchy, crappy feeling in my abdomen. I was trying not to breath too hard, and I was aware I looked tense. I grabbed what I needed and joined the queue. Of course, the line was long, and I waited for what felt like ages, shifting my weight from foot to foot, trying to keep my breathing steady. I hoped anyone who saw would just assume I was sore after my run, rather than desperate! All the while the the cold air was making me uncomfortably aware of the feeling of pressure, and I was starting to worry about the short walk home. I finally got to the front, and tried to act calm and unhurried when i talked to the cashier. I could feel my heartbeat, and there was a regular cramping feeling from my bladder now. Once I’d paid, I stuffed the food into my rucksack with shaky hands, and shuffled quickly to the door and ran to cross the street. The lights took forever to change and I was hopping from foot to foot now, gritting my teeth as the waves came and hoping everyone would assume my discomfort was purely down to exercise. When the lights finally changed, I walked awkwardly across the street, feeling a hard cramp as I reached the other side. All I could think about was the reaching my bathroom. I wasn’t sure if I’d leaked a drop or two whenever I started to cross the road. My shorts looked ok but I felt another spasm, and I really wasn’t my sure I’d make it home in time, so I decided to run the rest of the way. This actually seemed to help, and I was less aware of the pain and pressure, until I slowed down to get my keys out. My muscles were shaky and I was sure I would lose control soon. As I walked quickly to the doorstep I felt a tingling, then warmth - a tiny leak for certain this time. I kept my back to the street and hoped no one I knew would pass me as I got to the front door, still fumbling with my keys. I was obviously dancing from foot to foot and cursing slightly under my breath. I was desperately hoping my neighbours wouldn’t see me! I got the right key, and just got it to the door lock when i felt a longer leak l, the material of my shorts sticking to one leg. I took a deep breath and regained control, and I opened the front door, sprinting down the hall to door to my flat. I was trembling all over now and the pain was constant. As I slowed to get the next key ready I felt my muscles give up for a second and strong jet escaped and my leg felt wet. I looked down in horror but thankfully, although my shoes were damp, but the carpet was safe - for now. I had obviously wet myself a little and I was terrified someone would pass through the hall. I got the key in to the lock and hurled myself through the door, running to the bathroom. As i went I felt jerky cramps and several long leaks before I finally got the the bathroom. The relief was incredible. Before showering and and washing my kit I checked the carpet- the hallway was fine, so was the flat, but there was a trail of tiny puddles across my kitchen floor. Finally I cleaned up and went for a shower. The whole thing had left me quite drained, and I was too shaken up to take pictures! Lesson learned: do not skip that break before a run....
  13. Couldn’t be bothered to go to the bathroom. Figured easier to let go and enjoy the blissful, warm wet release. Thinking I’ll spend the rest of the night in this F2D0E033-BF05-440A-988B-936366AE61A4.MOV
  14. Rvlis

    malefemale Omovember Final Day

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    31. Your Choice
  15. (Sorry for my english, but it's not my native language;-) My friend invite me to the grill party on his village house. The house is located 35 km from the city center. I said him that I will use a bus to get there, becuase I want to drink alcohol. He said it's not a problem, because he and his wife are going to get there a day earlier and they can pick me up from the bus stop when I call them (the property is located 2 km from the last bus stop). So everything was clear. At this point I didn't know how long journey is waiting for me... The day when the party were going to be was a beautiful weather. In such weather I like to wear sexy clothing to get some extra attention. So I choose to wear my denim short shorts, tight white T-shirt and sport shoes. Women always smile when they see me in such an outfit. That morning I have a lot things to do, and finally I get out of time. I had to get to the outskirts of the city to get the bus which take me to destination point. That bus was going only one time every two hours. I should be on place at 3 pm, so I need to get the bus at 2:05 pm, if I would be late the next on was 4:05 pm! So I got hurry, took my backpack with clothes and shoes for bad weather and 1,5 litre bottle of water and went to the bus stop. Before leaving the house I drink a lot because of hot and I didn't used toilet since morning. I felt a need to pee, but it was't strong and to be honest I have rather strong "valves". I get the first bus which took me from my district to city center, than I took another bus to get bus loop from which the suburban bus was starting. During this ride, which took more than hour my need to pee get stronger and I was still drinking water because of hot. When the bus arrived on the loop there was only two minutes left - it was 2:03 pm! So I need to run to the suburban bus! That time I really needed to go, but in that moment I just wanted to not be late for suburban bus! I jumped to the bus, the engine was on and in a few seconds the driver started. I was happy that I get the bus in last moment, I took a seat backward to the front, so I could see the back half of the bus. Then I realized that the journey is going to take something about one hour. My desperation was getting stronger. When the bus left the city on the last bus stop before heading the motorway two teens got in. They saw me and started to giggle due to my clothing I guess. They took the seats at the end of the bus. I was nervously wriggling on my seat. Distance from the last bus stop in the city to the first one behind motorway was really big, because it took something about 15 minutes. When the bus get to village area, the road was really bad, with a lot of bumps. It wasn't helpful to my desperation! 20 minutes before destination to the bus get another four teens, which were friends the ones from the end of the bus. Now six teens were looking at me and laughing. They were talking loud about my shorts and couldn't stop to giggle. I was embarrassed, excited and desperated in the same time. It was the time to call my friend, that I'm near our meeting point. He answered the phone and was surprised! He told me that the party is cancelled, because his wife got ill, and yesterday evening he send SMS to everyone. I was shocked, because I didn't received his message. He said he is sorry because I need to get back and he can't help me. I thought that I will get off the bus on the last bus stop to go pee and then go back. I checked on my phone the timetable of the bus and I froze... The bus doesn't have any brake on the last stop! It just goes in the circle, so I would not have time to pee. Next bus comes in two hours. So I decided that I can handle it. On the last bus stop teens went out, still giggling and due to my astonishment, more than 20 people get to the bus. I was still seating on the same seat, so everybody who get to the back half of the bus could clearly see me. Opposite to me a woman in her late 40's took a seat. She wasn't attractive to and little shy, but she was watching me from time to time. I was fidgetting on my seat. My bare legs were crossed and I need to put my hand on my crotch! It was humiliating, because now everyone knew I was desperated. All the bumps on the road were like torture for me. Happily we headed the motorway and it was one of the longest 15 minutes in my life. When we got to the city again I was sure I will handle those last 10 minutes... I did but it was extremely hard. When the bus entered the loop and the driver opened the doors I started to run to the toilet. There was another surprise - the toilet was in renovation during the weekend! There was information that on the other site of the bus loop (where tramways have last and first stop) there is replacement restroom (I don't know how to explain this - just like on concerts, such a restroom looks like a watch-box, I believe You understand what I mean). So I run to that place and I couldn't believe my eyes! There was only one restroom and there was a queue! Five people were waiting - two men and two women (one with her daughter). I couldn't stand there and wait. I needed to move! There wasn't any good place to pee. The bus loop was surrounded by tree-way road from both sides. There was a lot of people everywhere and bus stops in diffrent directions. I didn't know what to do, and then I saw that the tramway is starting it's track. I thought that I can take a ride to another tram stop, where it will be posibility to empty my bladder. I get to tram and take a seat near doors. On my left side there where two young girls in they early 20's. They were trying to be polite and not to laugh from me strict in my eyes, but I knew they got fun. Only think I didn't knew was from what thay are laughing: from my clothing or from my desperation or maybe both? That time I needed to go really badly. The first few stops did not look good for peeing. We got nearer residential areas where were gas stations, cafes etc. - places where were toilets, or some bushes where I can pee. Then I felt first uncontrolable leak! I knew I was close to wetting myself. It was so humilating and so exciting! On the one site I wanted to wet myself in that tram in sight of those girls, and on the other site I was affraid and I didn't wanted to wet the seat. I decided to leave the tram on the nearest stop. I got up and stood facing the door. Those girls were behind my back now. I was so excited that I took my phone and started to record their reactions. The tram stopped and I got out, so did the girls! One of them said that they should hurry up and the other replied that three minutes will not save them. We got to the pedestrian crossing and in this moment the red light came on. One of the girls ran on the other site of the street and the other one stood next to me. Now the girls were laughing openly. I felt that another leak was hitting my tight boxer briefs. I considered to pee myself with full force to feel relief finally, but then appered the cyclist on the other site of the street and stopped next to the other girl. Over a dozen seconds later the green light came and I crossed the street. The girls turned left and I went forward. There were fountains with a couple of kids and their parents so I went further. There was a cafe and some people on the terrace. I knew that was the final stage and that right away I wet my pants uncontrolably! I went further there was small dental clinic (which was closed during weekend) in the same building in which was cafe (but on the other site). I was looking for some bushes or tree. Behind the buliding there was path and 50 meters away there was 24h shop which was open. There was no time to made good decision. Pee started to flow to my briefs! I knew that I don't have enough time to unzip my shorts and put out my penis from biefs, before pee is going to flow with full force. So I decided to seat opposite the dental clinic and to wet myself but saving my shoes... I made a short video: https://pl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ccc5992411db Then I took walk of shame in my wet shorts, because there wasn't place to change my clothes.
  16. I was holding it a few hours long needed to go very bad. I got up stairs quickly because I hurting needing to pee so bad. My stomach was very big holding it in. I drank lots of water before going out. This is from years ago. long pee out.mp4
  17. "Oz Worm was told to pee in his pants on the way back from work..He chickened out and decided to make this video at home instead. I don't accept failure. Worm must do the same task tomorrow. " - dan_master21 via Xtube (https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/oz-worm-failed-to-do-as-requested-40085181) dan_master21-Oz Worm pee pants.mp4
  18. MasterXploder

    malefemale Fluffy Boy Springs a Leak

    The preciousness of Ralsei having an accident shines within you. Pixiv link: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=72507344
  19. So I was challenged to ride my bike while desperate for 30 minutes. When I set of I was in desperate need to pee. But as I started peddaling, my need subsided. For twenty minutes I actually thought I’d make it. But then I started to stuggle fighting my waves of desperation of. I leaked... And then I spurted again. I began seriously doubting my ability to hang on. And then I spurted again. And again. And again. Finally, the half hour was up, I pulled to the side of the road and whipped it out. Just in time to avoid more damage. But as tou can see, there was quite some wetness on my jeans already. Luckily, when I came home, my family was sound asleep, so no one saw my wet jeans. Hope you liked my story and maybe I’ll try this again.
  20. hey so i wrote this very self indulgent disaster and i thought i'd post it here for other people to indulge in. its homestuck in 2019, its kinda shippy, its 100% unfinished and just drops off at the end. its ART. no its not ALSO i take custom fic commissions. this little number is almost 6000 words and would cost about 50 bucks. ill write anything except ageplay. ------- Kankri finally permits you to accompany him to a film. One film, Cronus, so make it a good one. Compromise is only reached after promising to go with him to the store afterwards to stock your meal vault with something other than “heaps and heaps of sugar.” You’re so pleased he’s relented to going out in public with you that you’d let him fill your whole hive with Vantas-approved hyperorganic, ethically packaged and sampled food. Before you leave, Kankri makes you wait patiently for him to “make the place presentable.” He intends to cook and needs a spotless radius of thirty feet at all times to do so. You don’t consider yourself someone who lives in filth but he spends half an hour scrubbing anyways. The Vantas-Maryams must live in an antisceptic tank. Waiting on the couch makes you sleepy to the point that you begin to doze off. When Kankri rouses you you blearily chug an energy drink so you don’t fall asleep during the film. At the theater, the electric blue of the slushie machine is persuasive enough to justify dropping a few bucks on an extra large. You get Kankri a soda as well even though he expresses his disinterest. He has to have the classic movie theater experience including soda and and a big bag of grubkernels. Just as you get comfy in the dark theater your abdomen distantly twinges. You probably drank a stupid amount right before watching a movie, but hindsight twenty twenty you suppose. You aren’t worried enough to refuse finishing the last half of Kankri’s drink when he refuses it. Halfway through the film, regret is catching up with you. You’re pretty sure Kankri will never want to do this with you again. He is reasonably absorbed in the plot and, ever the polite movie watcher, he hardly acknowledges your existence. The chance of him picking up on your discomfort is low, you think, however you really have to pee. It’s making you jumpier than you already would be. You’ll look like an idiot if you get up; Kankri will question why you took him to see a movie if you were going to leave for part of it, and you don’t want to admit to needing to go badly enough to get up. So you don’t. And you’re fine. You nervously chew on the straw of your nearly empty drink (which is so huge, that’s really all inside you now oh God) and try to shove the need to the back of your mind. You’ll run to the trap after the flick and be done with it then. For now, you just have to wait. Something about that thought makes your junk tingle pleasantly. You briefly contemplate an alternate scenario in which Kankri is cognizant of the growing tension between your hips. You cross your legs as casually as possible and tense up against the pressure your jeans put between your legs and against your stomach. It feels good and makes you hyperaware of how firm your abdomen has gotten. You want to shift your thighs together and chase the feeling but Kankri would chide you for squirming. Your cheeks prickle at the thought. Being vaguely horny entertains you for a while until it really starts to get bad. You miss the last twenty minutes as you are too busy agonizing about how stupid you were to drink so much and how it’s all just sitting in your gut and your bladder and it’s only going to get even worse you drank so much. You’ve never been so happy to have reached the end of the movie when you do. You aren’t someone who spends a lot of time with your bladder so full; you’re really getting close to a level of urgency that you aren’t happy to be out in public with. Kankri rises, brushes himself off, and shares his thoughts as you try to walk calmly out og the theater. “Well, that was alright I suppose. I’d rather just wait to watch something at home next time, though. It’s uncomfortable to be around so many other trolls, and the whole “theater” concept is rather gimmicky. I really think they’re simply more breeding grounds for bacteria and indecent behavior… That said, I’m not unhappy I came.” “Me too, doll.” You hardly hear anything he says. You really need to piss and you aren’t the only troll who does. Your bloodpusher sinks through your feet at the sight of the lines for the traps. They stick out the doors and trail down the halls. You can’t justify waiting in that without admitting the intensity of your need, and you don’t want to stand around waiting for so long. You’ll just wait to be home in fifteen minutes. “Ugh, there are far too many people in these kinds of places, Cronus. Next time I get to pick the location. Perhaps the library?” “Sounds nice, chief.” You feel swallowed up by the trolls around you, stuck in the middle of the crowd and really needing to be somewhere private. Kankri weaves through the crowds faster than you. He waits by the exit with his hands on his hips. “Let’s go to the store and get home.” Fuck! You try not to stomp your foot in frustration. “Right, the store. Cool.” He’ll only berate you for being impolite and irresponsible if he finds out, so you won’t be obvious about it or make him wait for you. Besides, you don’t want him to think you’re too weak to wait until you get back to your hive. Ahh, your stomach feels so round and full, almost like you need to support it with your arms. You take a moment to be glad you wore your big jacket so you can hide your swollen melon of a bladder. The pressure on your pisshole remains dull and throbby, ever present but not impossible to live with (yet). As you walk the sensation burns worst at several epicenters, one between your legs, one across your abdomen and one deep inside your nook. Your slowly emerging bulgetip throbs headily, responding to the mounting internal pressure. You. Have. To. Pee. “Cronus!” Aw, shit. Kankri sneers in your face with his hands on his little hips. “I feel like a broken record, but you really never listen to a word I say! Do you have soundproof padding instead of a skull?” He firmly raps his knuckles on your sternum as though knocking on a door. The vibrations travel down your core to deep inside your nook, behind your desperate bladder. You struggle not to wiggle away and groan. “Sorry, Kan. Lead the way. ‘Splain as we go.” You promptly run out of sentence-structuring juice. Luckily for you, he takes you up on your suggestion and guides you by the left elbow. “I gotta pee so bad,” you moan under your breath. “What did you say? Stop mumbling.” FUCK stop saying your own thoughts aloud! You shake your head, regretting ever opening your mouth. Kankri sighs heavily. “Don’t interrupt me, Cronus. Anyways, we’re picking up some ingredients at the market so I can make us a proper meal. Don’t slow me down.” Oh no, not a problem at all chief, you won’t be slowing anyone down. You’re bordering on frantic. Your fangs are floating. Alright Chief, these trains of thought are lookin’ to crash into each other. You got this! Don’t think about it. You’ll help Kankri track down what he needs so you get on the shuttlehusk as quickly as possible. Then you can sit down, cross your legs, and immediately after you’ll be home. Of course, the only store Kankri deems enterable is the furthest from the station. Hope lights up in your soul when you reach your destination. Maybe you’ll find relief in here, somehow. “How can I help out, pal?” Your heart sinks when he responds by handing you the basket expectantly. Follow him around as he ponders about what specific size of green leafy thing to buy, is what he means. Not a problem for you, of course. You simply are incapable of staying still so you shift your weight from side to side while Kankri browses vegetables. You’re a little afraid that if you stood still you might immediately begin to lose it in your pants. Cool flush races up your throat to the tips of your ears as you dwell on the thought of losing control right here in the middle of the aisle, in front of Kankri. Your body begs you to relax and let it release buckets all over yourself and where you stand. The thought makes your nook clench and your pisshole spasm. Suddenly you feel numb between the legs. For a gut-wrenching second you can’t tell if you’re wetting or not. The basket hits the ground immediately as you shove a hand into your crotch. Your jeans are damp. Your legs slam together and you bend over in a panic. You’re actually wetting yourself in public. Please no, no, not here man this is such shit! You spring up like a frantic jack in the box and stamp your foot to regain control. Kankri, bless him, missed your humiliating performance. He returns from the next aisle with an armful of grubshells. “Hello? You alright back here?” You have to wonder how a lowblood so small can talk as though he is so high above you. “I’m just fine, chief,” you manage. “Stubbed my toe.” Kankri’s scathing doe eyes glance you up and down. He almost looks like he’s smirking at you. “You are such a baby. Try to keep up.” “Yes Boss,” you grumble. Bending over to pick up the basket makes your thighs shake. If only Kankri was as desperate as you, he wouldn’t be so aloof. Biological needs are downright incapacitating when as urgent as yours. You’d like to watch Kankri struggle to stand still long enough to pick out his ridiculous groceries, knowing that under his perfectly pressed sweater he’s aching for something so classless and primal. Something that even he can’t deny himself of forever. You’ve hardly seen him enter an ablution block, let alone desperate to go. Kankri’s tiny frame can’t possibly hold that much, you reason. He must be pretty anal about it, as he is with everything, to make sure no one ever sees him so undone. You wonder if he’d crack under the internal pressure and admit his need to you or if he’d try to keep it entirely hidden and inevitably hit that point where, no matter how hard he tried, he would end up making a mess of himself. The fantasy soothes your own need long enough to make it to checkout; however you doubt Kankri would ever be as careless as you as to get into this kind of situation. Furthermore, you yourself are nearly at that awful, humiliating point. Carrying the groceries to the station for is almost unbearable, but Kankri seems to expect you to do it therefore you do without complaint. Every step jostles and constricts your bladder. Kankri doesn’t seem to be walking as briskly as usual; perhaps you have to go so badly that time is slowing down around you. Mercy shines her glorious light upon you via your train home’s headlights appearing as soon as you reach the platform. You board the train with haste. Oh, lord, the train. It’s not packed, but it’s crowded. You need to find something to sit on and grind against or you will lose it before you get off the train. A small tug at your elbow. “There’s a seat here, Cronus.” Kankri is your savior, you’ll never talk smack about him again. You sit down immediately with your purchases on your lap, away from your stomach. Your jeans cut into your abdomen, ripping the dearly anticipated moment of relief away from you. Kankri takes his purchases from you while you squirm into a more comfortable position as subtly as possible. To your shock and horror, he does not choose to sit in the seat to your right but instead in your lap. Since when does Kankri Vantas sit in your lap? On public transport? You gesture incredulously to the empty seat. How are you supposed to fidget around with him in your lap? “Oh, good idea Cronus.” He places one of the bags on it and the other between your feet. He sits sideways on your shuffling legs, one hand wrapped around the aisle pole for stability. You chuckle nervously. “Woah there, since when were you okay with this kinda stuff?” He leers down at you. The bag in the empty seat next to you rustles. A couple of your fellow passengers are giving you distasteful looks, but no one seems to make anything of you other than an unusual and obnoxious red pair. “It’s crowded, Cronus. We take up less space this way.” Bull-fucking-shit. You squint-eyes at him and he rolls his. One of his arms wraps around your shoulders and he leans into you, putting more pressure than you can stand on top of your stomach. Immediately you worry you’re going to lose it full-force onto your seat. You hiss and dig your nails into his waist. “Babe, I love this an’ all, but please-- get off me!” Kankri looks at you in a way that makes you nervous. “Hmm? Why? I thought you liked P-D-A.” Shame spills over in your gut, but you have no creativity right now. You have to confess the truth. Looking down, you quietly confess your plight. “I do, I do, I just gotta piss, man. That’s all.” Kankri pauses a moment for you to add anything else you might have to explain yourself, then smiles at you patiently. “I know.” His tone is noxiously sweet. You gape at him in horror but he ignores you and gazes out the window. You want to set yourself on fire. He’s known the whole time. Kankri glances down at your face and cracks an amused grin. Oh God, he’s mocking me. “Is something wrong?” Kankri laughs softly and leans in close again. His breath is hot on your ear. You try not to groan in muddled desperation and embarrassment. “No, nothin’. You just aren’t helping me at all by sittin’ on my lap. You’re, um, squishing me, y’know?” Kankri’s arm comes down between you and rests threateningly over the swell of your distended bladder. “Squishing you?” He leans into it, watching you carefully. Neediness punches you in the gut. You bounce your knee frantically and try not to moan loud enough for anyone else to hear. Your bulge begins to unsheathe and press against the fabric of your jeans. You clench a fist in Kankri’s sweater and breathe out unsteadily. You have to go so badly it’s difficult to breathe deeply. Kankri is about to force you to make a very public, very pissy mess of yourself. He must see the realization on your face, because he pulls back and pats your shoulder amicably. “You’ll be fine, dear. We’re almost home.” How dare he patronize you. Hate and love and lust and shame dissolve into each other and make your nook drool. You give up fighting him only because you need to fight a bigger battle right now. Your bladder throbs and you grit your teeth. You will make it to your hive without disgracing yourself. You just have to focus. Kankri’s hot breath on your face is very distracting. “You’ll be fine,” he repeats as his small hands press with surprising firmness against your stomach. Curling away from him gets you nowhere but trapped against the back of your seat. “You really looked like you might not be alright, though, back at the store. I asked you to hold the basket to test your composure. You were dancing around like a child.” Kankri speaks as though he is observing you for entertainment. You fight so hard not to whine. Your fins, which are surely bright purple, shudder and droop. Your nook clenches and your bladder screams. He’s got to be exaggerating just to get at you; how does he think his is helpful? You’re certain that the little sadist doesn’t. The train stops for longer than usual at one stop and Kankri takes the seat next to you as the car finally empties. You perch at the edge of your chair and jackhammer your knees with your hands gripping your thighs. You’re about to try and get off the train to find a bathroom when it starts up again. Just as well, if there wasn’t one available right off the platform you’d have to wait for the next train home in soaked clothes. Kankri places his hand on the small of your back. The gesture is comforting for a moment until he curls his fingers in two belt loops and tugs the waistband of your jeans back against the swell of your bladder. You crumple in on yourself and try not to wail. “Sit properly, Cronus. Goodness.” You nearly die from how embarrassed you are. At least you’re alone in the car now, you are no longer able to stay still. You try to steady yourself, thighs pressed together and the unsheathed third of your slick bulge throbbing, but you just can’t find any position that gives you the relief from the intense pressure between your legs that you desperately want. In a pathetic search for anything to help you hold your overstuffed bladder, you shove your arm between your legs and grind your crotch into your forearm. You are so sensitive but so desperate. Kankri tsks. “You aren’t doing a very good job of remaining composed, mister charming. What if anyone else was in here?” It is the physical reality that you can’t keep it together at the moment and you just hate him for insinuating that it should be easy. You’re utterly bursting. A harsh shiver runs down your spine and catches in your gut. Nausea washes over you and a moan bubbles up in your throat. The next thing you know, you’re pissing yourself. It takes a second for you to process that you’re really pissing. You’re just going and you can’t stop or slow down. So much is stuffed inside of you that it doesn’t feel like you are, but wetness forcefully shoots into your pants with an audible hiss. It races out from between your legs and around your thighs. Panicking, you jump to your feet and double over, gripping yourself and pissing right through your fingers. Kankri makes an alarmed sound. “Oh my God, Cronus stop!” “I’m trying!” You want to yell at him but it comes out as an unsteady moan, almost a sob. You manage to shut the stream off despite how badly your body begs to continue releasing. Your inner thighs are soaked down to your knees and one wet stream streaks down around your right calf to your ankle. You lock your legs together and wipe your piss stained hand the dry part of your jeans, the pair that you are so pleased are black. “Fuck me,” you groan. Least that would help me hold. You slap your mental self. “You made a mess of public property,” Kankri oberserves quietly. The disdain in his voice is diluted by something else, shock perhaps. He’s right; your seat has a wet spot the size of your splayed hand and the floor beneath your feet is splattered with your leaks. Your face feels like it must be solid violet. “I can’t do anything about it,” you mumble. You quickly sit down and pop the button of your jeans. It makes very little difference. Your bulge thrashes for more space, but there is none just as there’s none in your bladder. You swallow heavily. “I just. I jus’ couldn’t. Kan, you don’t understand how fuckin’ bad I gotta go. I dunno if I can, if...” Humiliation eats up your words and clamps your jaw shut. Kankri’s warm hand on your shoulder feels much more reassuring this time. “But you’re still enjoying this, aren’t you?” he murmurs, eyes trained downwards on the movement in your wet jeans. Your throat chirrs involuntarily because he’s right. “You’re going to be fine. There’s only one more stop until ours.” He rests his hand very gently against your stomach. “You won’t make a public spectacle of yourself because you know I’ll never speak to you again if you do.” Your only response is a pleading whine. He kisses your cheek, leaning somewhat awkwardly in order to avoid touching any part of you near your accident. “I know you’re strong enough.” He doesn’t sound like he really believes that you are. Despite the rising chances of being doomed, you rock diligently back and forth in your seat for the remainder of the trip. You will not pee yourself. It proves even harder to keep your gates locked up once they’ve sprung a leak, but you won’t pee yourself. Occasionally Kankri gives you murmured encouragement, but mostly you feel him closely watching you in thoughtful silence. His presence alone feels like disgracing yourself in front of an entire schoolfeed. You squirm under his sharp gaze but you’re swimming up to your fintips in piss and there isn’t enough room to try and avert his stare. Finally, blessedly, the train pulls into your station. You leap to your feet and vibrate impatiently in front of the car doors waiting for them to release you from your tormentous prison. Kankri hovers at your side. He seems a little humiliated to be seen with you, but he can stuff it because no one on Beforus feels more humiliated and needy and disheveled than you in this moment. The train doors part and you dart onto the platform only to be overwhelmed by the crowd of trolls around you. You have to go so badly you can hardly see. The only thought in your head is so full, so full, so full. You dither, paralyzed in all directions by the pressure, until Kankri grabs you by the arm and tugs you forwards. You follow him willingly and pray that he leads you somewhere you can rip your nasty jeans down and let go in a frantic rush. Kankri does not lead you immediately to a trap or an alley or a gutter or a damned shot glass. He guides you indifferently out of the underground, deftly avoiding as many trolls as possible. You freeze before the stairs, convinced you won’t make it up. Kankri pats your arm. “Forwards, Cronus. You can make it.” You feel liquid re-soaking your jeans with every other step all the way to the top but ignore it because you’d rather mostly make it than take too much time to compose yourself and gush everywhere right here. “Fuck me Kanny, jus’ fuck me I gotta piss I can’t do this--” He slaps at your shoulder. “Hush, we’re nearly there! You are acting like a wiggler!” You hadn’t realized you were whining aloud. You snap your jaw shut and exhale heavily through your nose. One day you’ll cut your tongue out and never embarrass yourself again. “‘M not a wiggler, I’m fine. I’m fine! Let go of me,” you demand. “Lemme just fucking go in the alley up there--” Kankri comes to an abrupt halt, his hands a vice grip around your bicep. He elbows you straight in the abdomen. In the middle of the pathway from town to your hive, you have to knock your knees together and try to ram your fingers against your pisshole to keep all two-something liters of liquid inside. The thick fabric of your pants and your pulsing bulge get in your way, and all you succeed in doing is shoving your junk up against your drooling nook and leaking around it. “Kanny, please--!” He glares at you dead in the eye, clearly unimpressed. “Did you understand me, Cronus? Stop making a spectacle of yourself and be quiet.” You glare at him through frustrated tears. He looks back at you impassively. The bright flush on his cheeks softens his expression, however. You give in to Kankri because you cannot hold it and fight him at the same time. “Understood Boss, now please let’s go. Please.” You mime zipping your lip shut and step from foot to foot in hopes that Kankri takes pity on you. He does. Your hivestem comes into view and you lose another gush that shoots down the inside of your legs. The crotch of your pants is saturated and dripping. Your trap is so close, a gate and two doors away. Everything between your thighs throbs painfully. Your bulge thrashes; relief is going to feel intoxicatingly good. Your bladder pounds like it’s full of molten metal. When you reach the gate, Kankri lets go of your arm. You wrench it open and stumble in the courtyard of your trash hive complex. Your ground floor dwelling calls to you like an old friend. Panting, you root in your too-tight pockets for the key. Each one comes up empty. The key is not on your person. You groan and double over. It’s too much. You look up at Kankri. He stands stiffly, arms crossed. “Key, Kanny, please!” Kankri sighs heavily and begins sifting through the grocery bags. He searches slowly like hes trying to make you lose it on purpose. “You didn’t think of this earlier? Maybe you don’t really have to go that badly, if you can plan to wait a few extra moments.” You ball your hands into fists and whine. Why does he have to mess with you? Your abdomen feels hugely distended and tight. You can not stand up even close to straight. Utterly, frantically desperate. That is how you would describe your current state. “Kankri I am literally pissin’ myself, please unlock the fuckin’ door. I know you have the key.” You wish you weren’t so obviously pleading with him. “I’m merely teasing you, since you’ve made it so easy to do so.” He dangles the key in front of your nose. “I found it, you’re welcome.” Oh thank God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You snatch it out of his hand, turn around to ram it in the lock, and turn it. With a soft click, you open the door. You do not get so far as the first step inside. Your body locks up as the door swings open and your muscles give out all in one awful instant. Piss explodes into your clothes and waterfalls down your legs. Nothing in the world, save magically sealing yourself shut, would stop your bladder from emptying into your boots and onto your doorstep. The relief cuts right through all the shame. You whiteknuckle the doorframe and buckle in at the knees because you feel too overwhelmed to hold yourself up. You can’t help moaning loudly as you watch your jeans glisten and the vaguely purple puddle under your shoes rapidly spread out. You are wholly drenched in seconds. “Oh, goodness,” Kankri whispers, voice caught in his throat. “Oh man,” you babble. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t kidding, Kanny. I’m sorry just I can’t…” your breath hitches. “I can’t stop.” Your legs shake so badly you have to sit down on the steps, in your own puddle, still uncontrollably pissing. You bury your face in your hands and finally, completely give up. Your fins flutter as you gasp to fill your lungs, trying not to whimper like you’re crying. There’s so much fluid in you that it takes an endless two minutes for you to fully empty. You’re a moaning mess before you’re halfway through it, hips rocking needily. Your piss-slicked bulge writhes in your pants, searching for stimulation. It’s disgusting for you to allow yourself to be reduced to a piss-soaked whore grinding against your own clothes anywhere, let alone in public right outside your hive. You don’t see anyone when you glance around, but you aren’t exactly quiet. You desperately want to run inside, but your legs refuse to move as urine pours out of you. As the stream finally begins to lessen you look up at Kankri through the blur of tears and rake your mind for something to say. He stands over you, purchases forgotten on the ground. He breathes shallowly through his open mouth and looks over his shoulder warily. “Look at this mess that you made,” he finally says, reaching down to run his hand through your hair. “That you are.” His eyes examine you up and down and settle between your jammed-together thighs. He cautiously nudges your knees apart with the toe of his shoe and you nearly cream yourself when you realize he’s examining how soaked you are. “I never thought I’d see you be so disgusting, and you’ve done a lot of things I find gross.” “Kanny,” you groan, hips canting forwards despite your efforts to stay still. “Don’t look at me like that, fuck.” The side of his shoe brushes your inner thigh and you shiver. His nose wrinkles in distaste. You can’t blame him; you’re well and truly soiled. “Like what? Like you’re a whore?” The title stings so much more coming from him. You moan and your bulge twists in the confines of your tight pants, which when fully swollen it is far too big for. Kankri tilts his head as though curious. You feel like a sample under a microscope and look away in shame. You don’t know where to go from here. If he doesn’t back off, you’re going to cum in the clothes you just wet. Kankri’s foot suddenly presses up between your legs, squishing your bulge in your soaked jeans. You yelp and reflexively try to scoot away but he follows you over the threshold, grinding the sole of his shoe against your crotch from heel to toe. Your hips roll greedily into the touch and you bite your lip to stay quiet. If any of your neighbors walk by, you’ll get evicted royalty or not. The look on Kankri’s face is unfamiliarly domineering and controlled. “You really are a bit of one, Cronus. It’s alright. You made it further than I thought you would. Of course, I’m incredibly appalled by your current state and lack of foresight. At the same time…” he grinds his heel down and you keen. Your nook spasms. You fight to keep your wet knees from touching him at all. “At the same time, you did the best you could, didn’t you? You well and truly lost control of yourself.” He clicks his tongue. “I knew how badly you had to go since the theater. You are truly horrendous at pretending you don’t need to attend to such things. I kept being certain you were finally about to beg me to help you find the facilities, but you never purposely dropped any hints.” So much for getting away with your moment in the market. Kankri gestures to the puddle around you. “I suppose I can forgive you for acting like such an indecent fool given how much you were… preoccupied with.” Your chest buzzes with muddled pride and shame. You really did hold so much for so long. Kankri’s shoe grinding on your filthy jeans stings raw, but you can’t help pushing into it. His tiny mouth curves into a smile. “Tell me Cronus, how much better do you feel?” “So much,” you gasp, hips jerking when his shoe shifts over your bulge. “Fuck Kan, I was so full.” “Oh? And what are you now?” Your nook aches for something inside of it. You duck your head shyly. “I…Empty.” He covers his mouth and laughs silently at you. “Your eloquence is astounding.” His foot pulls back and you whine, try to chase after it, need it back. You’re soaked and disgusting and spent and so very close to cumming. You need him to give it to you. Your arms shake so badly they barely hold you up. His “Kan, you were g’nna make me cum,” you manage. He looks a little taken aback by that. “You’re so depraved, good Lord. I should make you clean this up right now and then go home.” You feel like bursting into tears. “Nnno, no, Kanny please-- Please.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Shush, you’re so whiny.” You bite your tongue. He sighs, seeming to relent a little. “I shouldn't be rewarding this behavior.” At last, he firmly slots his shoe between your legs. “Thank you,” you gasp. “Fuckkk.” Your voice warbles off into a moan that threatens to alert the neighbors. Kankri sneers and leans more weight into you. Your eyes roll back into your skull a little. “Don’t you dare get too loud,” he hisses, “or I’ll be out of here in an instant and leave you locked out like this.” He shoves forwards and twists his ankle, and you feel the end rushing up on you. “Fuck, fuck, please Kan, I’m-- I needa-- Please!” You look up at him, teary-eyed and open, and beg to cum as quietly as you can. Your voice pitches all over the place and your chest heaves. Kankri tsks. “You want to make even more of a mess of yourself? Fine.” He very nearly kicks you in the bulge, the little shit. “Hurry up.” His foot grinds against your bulge and nook at the same time. Your hips snap frantically a few times until you cum with a violent shudder down your spine that ends in your nook clenching almost painfully around nothing. Pleasure rips through you like a punch in the gut. Slurry floods out of your convulsing nook and into your already ruined jeans. You collapse against the wall an absolutely hopeless, shaking mess. It takes you a moment to realize you’re pissing again. You didn’t know you had anything left in you. Kankri huffs and promptly scrapes his shoes off on the dry pavement, fetches his groceries and the key, and lets himself into your apartment. He leaves the door open for you. As soon as your legs steady enough you shuffle inside and slam the door behind you. Kankri’s left a towel for you on the knob of the ablution trap. You stumble gratefully into the tiny room and sink down to the floor of the shower, clothes and all, resolutely ignoring the load gaper you sorely needed five minutes ago. With a shaking hand you turn the water on and let it wet what little of you isn’t already soaked. When you get the stability back in your knees you stand and peel your sopping clothes off. Your abdomen is sore and your nook still aches to be filled. Another residual leak runs down your thighs, much colder than the water of your ablution.
  21. rasec

    A wet run

    So today I felt very motivated and after the gym session I decided to go for a little run around my area. I started running and I remembered the adventures of our lovely rachelkirwan specially my favourite ones when she goes out for a jog and totally wets herself. I felt inspired by her and since it was late and no one was around I decided to let go. It took me some time and I could only let few spurts out at the beginning but wasn't long until I felt more confidence in a quiet path where I completely lost it and pee started to forcefully come out leaving a little wet path behind me on the ground. Opsie! By the time I got home my shorts and boxers were completely soaked but still had to go so I took some pictures and went to the bathroom to let the rest out. Sorry you can't see very well on the shorts since they are black colour. Also sorry for the small fart in the video I just couldn't hold it oops. Hope you all enjoy and Rachel if you see this hope you like it as you are a massive inspiration people like me! By the way here I am at home trying to decide if I should give up and put myself in a diaper or if I should get some clean underwear hope you can help me decide! Rasec Sorry guys but for some reason doesn't allows me to upload my video since you are only allowed 73 mb any ideas? Will keep trying
  22. Rvlis

    Beau's Accident

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    The pleasant morning breeze swept by, but Beau paid it little mind, he had a much more pressing matter at the forefront of his thoughts; He had to pee, and he had to badly. The deer had gotten so distracted by the beautiful morning that he had forgotten to relieve himself at any other point, and now he's paying the price. Beau forged on, each step brought him close to his home and his bathroom, but each step brought him closer to his limit. His house was in sight, he was so close, but as Beau was mere feet away from the front door, a wave of desperation washed over him. He stumbled, but caught himself on the wall, he was immobilized by his needy bladder; If he moved, he thought, there's no way he'd make it to the bathroom dry. The squirming deer looked around frantically, thinking of what to do, but at this point his body took over and made the decision for him. His eyes widened as he felt a small spurt of urine come out, dampening his hand; He tried hopelessly to keep hold, but another dribble of pee leaked out. Beau sighed, accepting his defeat he relaxed his body, and immediately his bladder gave way. His torrent soaked the hand still cupped against his crotch, but Beau was too paralyzed with relief to move it, he just let it all happen. As his pee poured out of him, it flowed down his legs and pooled in the grass under his feet. The deer's stream soon weakened to a light dribble, before ceasing all together. Beau wearily looked down to examine the damage; Warm urine clung to his legs, a bit of his shirt had gotten wet, and his hand was entirely drenched. He sighed, and slowly walked to the front door, blushing a bit, as he thought. "Heh... good thing nobody was around to see... that..." He laughed to himself, thankful for the solitude during his accident.... However, he wasn't alone, for Lolly had managed to witness the whole thing go down from across the river. "Poor Beau, that must have been super embarrassing... I should do something to make him feel better~" She giggled as she strolled away from the tree she had been behind; A small, golden puddle left in the grass at it's base.
  23. Rvlis

    malefemale Omovember Day 21

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    21. Wetting a swimsuit Huh, did the water sudden get warmer? Maybe someone got lazy and went potty in the water~ ;3 Also I really like one-piece swimsuits a lot >w>;
  24. Rvlis

    malefemale Omovember Day 19

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    19. Peeing in the snow I've never lived in a place with snow, so I have no idea how good or bad of an idea it is to go pee out in the snow, but when yah gotta go potty yah gotta go :P
  25. Rvlis

    malefemale Omovember Day 18

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    18. Peeing in a container Another day, another potty emergency~ Fortunately for the feline an empty bottle is there to save him from peeing his pants, unfortunately however, in his desperate scurry he left his shorts out in the open! Hopefully nobody notices~ ;3