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    female I can make you pee

    You must read this where you are, no getting up or going to the bathroom, no taking off any clothes! See if you can hold out 😉 You know the feeling when your bladder starts to feel full. That delightful heavy feeling, that little twinge in your bladder that lets you know you're going to have to pee soon. I bet you have that feeling right now. Then you're heart starts beating faster with excitement and the anticipation begins to build. You know what always makes me need to go even more? Drinking a cold glass of water, especially on a hot day. As soon as the cold water hits my lips I can feel my bladder whince and I find myself focusing on it. I see my bladder bulge and I feel that fullness build into a pleasant dull ache. You know the feeling I am talking about? That just past confortably full feeling. Is that how full you are now? Maybe you are even more desperate? Rate how desperate you are. You know when the weight of your bladder starts pressing down and you begin to feel that pressure. Its hard to ignore isn't it? I bet this isn't helping hehe. Because when you think about it that pressure always gets stronger. You know when it gets strong enough that feeling you get on your pee hole? That antagonising feeling of needing to pee that demands your constant attention. Then you know you really have to pee. Isn't that feeling amazing? How's that bladder doing? Can you describe every little detail? Has that bulging, full dull ache gone to the next level yet? You know when it combines with that pressure feeling and the teasing of your pee hole and you start to feel it spread through your body. Do you feel warmer? Is your bladder throbbing? As you get more desperate, as your need to pee builds you get that feeling where you have to do a potty dance to hold yourself. What does your potty dance look like? And then it hits you... The pleasure, the goosebumps... and those orgasmic shocks that travel around your body and up your back you get from holding on. You must be doing quite the potty dance by now aren't you? Well if you made it this far you must be thinking about how relieving it would be to just let it all go. That blissful feeling of relaxing those straining bladder muscles and feeling that hot pee break the seal of your pee hole. Maybe you have already done that... maybe you leaked? If you did that wet spot you get in your underwear always makes that feeling on your pee hole so much worse doesn't it? Do you have to have your hand on it right now? No touching your pee hole allowed! You can hold it with those strong bladder muscles can't you? When you let go that hot pee might start as a trickle but when it starts gushing through your underwear and into your pants that amazing warmth spreads around your crotch as your hot pee floods around you...isn't that feeling so intoxicating? As your bladder empties you feel that oh so pleasurable feeling of relief as the hiss and pitter patter sounds of pee reach your ears. I bet you want to feel that right now, you must want to feel that hot pee rushing down your legs. You know that feeling when you know you can no longer hold on, your muscles spasam and get stiff and you are seconds away from your pee breaking out. And there it goes.. ahhhh Congratulations you made it to the end! If you wet yourself post a pic below and maybe we can get those still holding on to let go! If anyone is up for a bigger challenge read this over again but this time write down answers to the questions. Good Luck!
  2. First of all, sorry for the weird title, but this is a weird anecdote and so i couldn't find a better way to name it. Just to be clear, this isn't something that happened to me or anyone i know, this is something that a guy on my country's radio explained that had happened to him, and i just found it way too hot to not share it here. So, it all started in a concert, in the male's toilet line. Our protagonist had been in line for quite a while and was pretty desperate, but when it was his turn, a girl, wearing a short skirt, and who wasn't even on the line, walked up to the door and just said that she was going in. I have no idea of how the argument these two had at this point must have been, but all i know is that they somehow decided to go in together. It was one of these public restrooms where there's no stalls or anything, on the other side of the door there's just a single toilet and the sink. So once they were inside, the girl just hopped on top of the toilet, popped a squat, pulled her skirt up a bit, revealing that she was wearing no panties, and started pissing into the toilet. And the guy, just pulled out his dick and pissed into the toilet at the same time. After that, she got down from the toilet, they both left, without even bothering to use toilet paper, and they never saw each other again. So yeah, quite the weird story. Anyways i hope you have found this as interesting as i did when i heard it, and if you did let me know 😉
  3. Of note, this story contains some straight-up sex. Mostly about the diapers, though. Also, obligatory formatting apology. This is a copy - paste job as I'll be away from my computer for some weeks and won't have the opportunity to re-format it. In for a Penny You’ve only known her a couple hours, but your brain is reeling. She’d been standing idly by the table, wrist braced on the mahogany rim and cue loose in the other paw: a lithe-figured coyote with sharp features and a bit of snaggletooth. “Name’s Cassidy,” she’d purred, eyeing you up like prey, “charmed.” The night’s been a blur since the first shot of pool, but you’re tunnel-visioned by the time the lock snaps and her apartment door falls open behind you. Her deep, willful eyes and wild grin bore into your skin. Her paw falls on your shoulder, claws blunt but digging. You can taste the fading hickory-smoke of whiskey still on her breath. It's driving you crazy. You reach to pull her to you, but she swipes your hand away like it's a housefly. "Hold on a minute, tiger." Her paw slips free, canines still bare and eyes hungry. "Before we go any further, there's something you 'gotta know." You should be worried. A little jolt of the appropriate adrenaline hits you, but as it stands you barely notice it. 'Get on with it,' shouts your brain, but you swap the words as they cross your tongue. "Yeah? What is it?" She slips a paw into the waist of her pants and pops the button. Her grin narrows to a wry slit. "Now, I'm all good, so I don't wanna' hear any sympathetic whinging, got it?" "Huh?" "Got it?" "No whinging. Got it." She slides the paw in further and flexes, spreading the zipper along the ridge with practiced ease. Her tail swishes gently, eyes peeling back your clothing. "I'm incontinent." "You're what?" You'd heard her, but in the fog you're in it takes a second to process. Even as she rolls her hips and her beltline slips Iow. You'd been seeing something all along: a hint of elastic around the waist, a certain fullness to her crotch and buttocks.... It had been dark. You hadn't really noticed. She straightens just a little. "It means I--." "I know what it means." Could it be? With the way she carried herself in those short-shorts? That sharp wit, toned core, and wild, intoxicating grin? Was she really wearing a--. "Come on now, you won't hurt my feelings. It's not polite to keep a lady waiting." She pauses her undulation, eyes expectant, shorts wide open and hanging low from her tail. God, how had you missed it? One of those drugstore things, maybe, but this is so big. Even folded tight around her crotch it bulges out through the gap of her fly, and you can still see its bulk printing between the legs of her shorts as they sag and forcing her stance wide. It's got this dull, plastic sheen..., and that discoloration, is that.... "It's what you think it is," she nods, "it was a long night." A shiver whips up your spine. It's a strange shiver. One you hadn't expected. There's a tightness in your jeans and you realize you're rock hard. How long had it been like that? Since the cab? Or was this new? A stupid thought sifts through the chaos in your brain. You sniff the air and smell..., ...It couldn't be. "Mhmm," she murmurs, "that, too. Happened as we were getting out of the cab." God, how is she looking you in the eye? In her place you'd have run crying and hid! How can she move her body like that, talk like that, be like that, and all the while she's..., well, you know. And her eyes are still wild. Her teeth still bared. Like it's nothing. She pops the button over her tail and steps forward, pants finally falling to her ankles. It sags even further than you thought, and in the new light you can see that dark, yellowed stain leeches nearly to her waist. She shifts and pivots slowly around her right foot, as if on a runway. It's soaked up the back, too, past where the padding splits to slot her slender, ashen tail to fasten again at the small of her back. And then beneath it, there's a certain fullness. You'd never have noticed if she hadn't said so, even with the faint smell in the air, but it's there. "This is the way it is," she whispers, nearly facing you again, "You want this, you've gotta have the whole package. Thought you should know what you're getting into." You could get lost in those golden eyes. Even now. "Cass, I--". She shushes you with a paw bean to your lips. "Now obviously, I need to freshen up. So I'll give you a choice: I'm going to be a few minutes. You can get lost before I get back, and it's no talk, no calls, no hard feelings. Or, you can help yourself to the fridge, flop back on that couch, and wait." She rocks on a heel to leave, but something stops her. She turns back, that wry grin deepening. Your eyes lock again, then there's a jolt: her handpaw heavy on the tent in your jeans. "Unless," she chirps, looking suddenly hopeful, "you're man enough to help out." The spine shiver seizes up in a shudder. You hunt for words and don't find them. "I, uh, yeah." She slips her paw into your waistband and tugs. "Then come along." - In a daze you follow her down the hall, brushing past the bathroom and into the shelter of her bedroom. It's lit dimly, but enough to make out she shadows of scattered wall-art and the simple frame of a queen bed. An Ikea model, you realize as she raises the dimmer. You'd seen it the other day when you'd gone in for a desk lamp. The things a brain notices. She rocks back against the bedspread, triggering the tell-tale rustle of a rubber sheet. You'd tried like hell to forget that sound, but somehow it didn't bother her. Nothing bothers her. She just tugs at you again and pulls you close until her muzzle touches your nose. "Not 'gonna lie, Anon. I've been eating bar food and keeping hydrated for the last couple hours. It's a mess down there. You want to back out now's your chance." Your mind is no clearer, but those eyes. That smile. "I don't think there's anything you could do to be disgusting." It's the truth, though she winces at the saccharine flavor. "You say that to just any girl who's gone in her pants?" She pulls off the comforter and falls back against the rubber sheet, slender figure sinking slightly in the folds and perky breasts jostling loose under her tank top. With her pants off and legs out of the way, her accident is laid bare: it sits heavily in her crotch, thick, soggy, and swollen. And then there's the lump resting on the base of her tail. It's bigger than you first thought, and the smell's a little clearer, but you aren't paying attention. You reach down and set a hand on the garment, flinching as you feel the warmth. "So, what am I supposed to do?" She cocks her head. "You're really good with this?" Sure as hell wasn't how you thought tonight would go, or any night. But those eyes. And her poise is intoxicating. "Yeah. I guess so." You set your hand back on her and wait for some direction, marveling for a moment at the texture. The surface is taut and the bulk firm, but it gives under your touch. Gears stick in the back of your head, and then grind in place as she grabs your wrist. "Don't tease. It isn't nice." Your spine shudders again at the hunger in her voice, and your jeans strain. "I, uh--." She pulls you in and you trip over the bed frame as your shins catch. Then you're on top of her. Her warmth melts through your clothes. Her breath splashes your face. "Kiss me." You dive in as if loosed from a chain, and as you do her paw slips back in your waistline and this time pops the buttons and zipper. Her touch alone is almost too much, but she grabs you by the shoulder and tackles you to your back. Before you know it she's straddled over you, handpaws pinning you by the chest. Is she really just going to do this? She rocks back toward your pelvis. "Hey, you sure you want to--" Squish. It's just about the strangest thing you've ever felt: soft, warm, heavy. It gives way under her weight like memory foam, and she lets out a soft, growling moan. Her eyes catch fire. She snorts. "I'm both kinds of wet, now," she growls, "and both kinds of dirty." She raises and drops twice more, both whipping you up the spine thickening the lust clouding your brain. Then she starts to grind. Pinned beneath her weight you've little respite from the friction as she rubs and lapses into a lilting howl. And the way it feels.... has she done this before? You've nearly the presence of mind to ask, but instead you tackle her back and pull her into missionary. Wrapped up as she is it's tough to get at anything, but you hold tight and grind back as best you can. It's thrilling just to have your arms around her: something so wild and fearless and beautiful. And it must be working because she yips in time with the rhythm, eyes digging deeper and her teeth clasping at your jaw as you kiss. It should be disgusting, but there's nothing she could do to be disgusting. Not even as you feel fresh warmth surging into her padding, and then the tickle of the first rivulet to break through the leg seal and leak. "Hey, I think I'm--." "It's okay, Cass." A little further. She yips and grinds and finally howls once more, and this time there's a flash: You, and then her right after. She shivers and you collapse together, silent save for your panting breaths, and the quiet trickle of urine puddling as her bladder empties its last. You slide an arm under her back and pull her in, ignoring the wetness. The smell is obvious now. You pretend not to notice. "You okay?" She grumbles. "I said no whinging." "Yeah, yeah." "Good. And Anon?" "Yeah?" "I could really use that change, now." - You tumble back up to your feet to find her looking almost sheepish, her latest accident still pooling around her butt and sodden diaper on display. The image is hard to process, even with the fire in her eyes burnt to embers. Cassidy the tough girl. The untamable coyote. What a problem for someone like her to have. And what a strange place to wind up on a Saturday night in December. "Come on, Anon. The tapes. It isn't rocket science." Oh, yeah. "Not going to pull me in again this time, are you?" She shakes her head. "Gotta get this taken care of. Least this way we only have to clean up the one mess." The tapes pop free easily, and gingerly you ease the garment open. The smell hits hard with the seal broken but you hide your flinch. The padding is stained a deep yellow, and much of her fur with it. Her mess is substantial. Fortunately the bulk of it is bunched in a lump under her tail. You look up for guidance; she just arches her back a little and reaches around to rip the tail tape. "Just ball it up. Got bags in the dresser." You do as you're told. The weight is startling. All this was just on her all night? You gag on the smell and turn so she doesn't see. "Twist the bag a couple times and tie it as low as you can get it." And just like that the worst of it is gone. "Alright, now the fun part. Wipes are one drawer up. You'll want a bag for them, too. After that we're probably going to want to take this to the shower." "You're pretty good at this, Cass." "No shit, Sherlock. I get a lot of practice." "I take it it, uh, doesn't come out of fur real easy." "No, it does not. My offer stands." You shake your head. "In for a penny." You go to work. She isn't kidding: it's a mess down there. As big as the lump in her, uh, diaper was, there's maybe half that much left. God, she does this by herself? Must take forever. "You get used to it," she sighs, sensing your surprise in the stroke of the wipe against her, "you get practiced, like I said, and you figure out how to move things along. Just get the worst of it, then we shower." You keep at it, and slowly things start to come together. The wipes come back cleaner and the smell eases. She shivers again as you get to the base of her tail. You pause, but she shakes her head. "Sorry. It's just I've never had any, you know, help before." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "But you're so forward with it." She sighs, this time wistfully. "Again, practice. You learn it's better to rip the band-aid. That it's always better to tell than get found out. Nobody wants to be mean, or shallow, but nobody likes surprises. It's a big surprise. Better to break a deal before it gets made; that's the kind of mistake you only make once." You grab her paw from her side and give it a bit of a squeeze. "Sorry." "What'd I say about whinging?" "Sorry!" You toss the last of the wipes and she sits up. The paw you'd held falls back on your shoulder. "I don't need you to try to be nice. This kind of problem can really drag you down, but only if you let it. That's another mistake you only make once." "So I'm the first since you, uh...." The grin comes back. You're glad to see it. "Sorry, tiger. Not quite. It's been five years, after all." Funny, you hadn't realized you hoped you were. Talk about saccharine, though. Maybe it's for the best. Presently she stands, stroking you with her tail as she brushes past toward the shower, "But you are the first to not wait on the couch." - "Come on," she calls, "before the booze catches up and I wet again." Her shadow breaks the honey light from the bathroom and you can see her beckoning. Suppose she’d said "we", but you hadn’t wanted to assume. You trot after her, blinking hard and rubbing your eyes as you duck into the light. Holy shit. She’s a bombshell in the nude. Lithe, toned, and wholly unbothered by your probing eyes. She turns again, lifting her tail to flash her hips and ass. “Like this better? I put a lot of goddamn work into it, so you’d best." "I like you however you come." "Oh, shut it," she spits, but there's no steel in her voice. You finish disrobing as she wrenches on the faucet and pops the shower valve. Then she’s on you again: muzzle wide around your mouth and tongue invading. Again you taste the whiskey as she hauls you under the current beside her, water running hot between your bodies and slicking and shrinking her fur. “I don’t think you finished cleaning,” she purrs, wresting your hand from the small of her back and forcing it lower. Again, you do as you’re told. Her jaw clamps harder and you feel yourself sliding under her weight. The plastic of the shower wall plants cooly against your back, and then slips as she shifts her paws to your shoulders. She tenses and huffs as you work, forcing you ever lower under her building ecstasy until she towers overhead. Her abs show faintly through her glistening fur and porcelain teeth shine like chrome in the steam-filtered light. You collapse into one of those wood-slat handicapped benches and are surprised to find it sturdy. Surely it’s got a far less glamorous use on the daily, but as she straddles you again you don’t care to ask. Then she drops, and your spine whips the hardest it has in ages. It’s fast now, her arms wrapped tight around your back and blunted claws digging. Your body strains, and hers, too. There’s a closeness to it you hadn’t expected: the kind you don’t usually find in a bar. There’s security in the strength of her grasp and her feverish motion, and you hope like hell she can feel you give it back. Maybe she doesn’t let it bother her, but she wanted you to see the whole package. Well, you’ll take it as-is, and you put your back into making it obvious. Judging by the howl, she can tell. - The night blurs a little, detail lost to booze, reverie, and confusion. You’re back on the bed again, sprawled out together on a warm, drying towel. The light’s still on, but her breathing’s slowed, and a tired weight is slowly settling on your chest and forehead. You’ve got your arms around each other. Her still-damp fur runs warm and silky between your fingers. The world seems heavy and distant. But her eyes flutter, and she blinks. You wince as the feeling falters. “Hey, comfy as this is, I’m still going to need change real quick or it won’t stay that way long.” You yawn, not quite letting go as she shifts to turn away. “You know, Cass, I don’t mind if..., you know, whatever. We can take care of it in the morning.” But she groans and wriggles free. “That’s sweet of you, but neither of us is going to feel that way when we wake up cold, wet, and hungover three hours from now." Suppose that tracks. You chuckle, and let her go. “Take it that’s one of those mistakes you only make once?” “Once and only once.” “Want help?” “I got this one. Takes practice.” Without her weight beside you you can’t help waking a little. Drowsily you watch from the corner of your eye as she plucks one of the things from her dresser, unfurls it, and pulls it up between her thighs. A couple of practiced motions and she’s got the tail taped up, then the leg-holes tight and finally the waist snug. You’re startled how much smaller it is clean, barely disrupting her silhouette save some thickening around the hips. She must know you’re watching because she turns again for you, this time giving her tail a more demure swish. You smile to yourself. There’s a certain elegance to the pragmatism of it all, at least the way she wears it. “Beautiful as ever,” you call. She snorts dismissively. “Uh huh. Sure am.” “Ya’ know? You can kinda rock that thing.” Her ears snap half-back. You wince. “...sorry.” “Yeah, you’ll forgive me if that’s not my favorite compliment I’ve ever gotten. But I appreciate the sentiment.” She flops back onto the bed beside you, this time pulling the towel out of the way and the comforter back up. You close your eyes as you feel her warmth again, but she pokes you firmly in the chest with a claw. “Hey. These shouldn’t leak, but I haven’t had a dry night since this whole mess started, and after an evening like this there’s no telling what else will happen. Just fair warning.” You poke back. “Alright, but I’m ‘gonna make you a deal: If I don’t get to whinge, you don’t get to warn me about stuff anymore.” She sighs, hiding what you’re sure is relief behind a veil of irritation. “Deal.”
  4. Had an amazing week, and thought Inwould try to share. Just ended a relationship, long story, so won't go into details. Ended up sick over Christmas and New Years, but went back to work this last week. YAY!!! Got to hotel and since I was going to be here for a week, decided to go and get supplies. Whole at the store picked up some pull-ups and since store was full thought I would use pads as a cover up. (I know, I know, but was not prepared to just buy the pull-ups alone). Sunday.... Monday, did not have to go to work so decided to have some fun in pull-ups, seenhownlong I could wear it before it started to leak. So....put one on and set about to pee in it. I spent most of the day slowly leaking and spurting into them and was surprised how much they held. Haven used the black boutiques in a while. Nice relaxing day. Did not think to take pictures. Tues: decided to go to museum, so put on a pull-up just because, and went with some coworkers. Great morning, and the afternoon, wet the pull-ups along with other wetness while reading and watching videos on this wonderful site. Filled a pull-up until it leaked and then took it off and put it into the bathtub thinking I would throw it out in the morning. Ha!!! should have known better. Schedule change, surprise, I had tonwork early. Wed: got up early dressed and went to work. I put the "do not disturb" sign on door. I did not want room service to come in and have ro picknup my absolutely full pull-up. Oops, forgotnthat I had given the room service lady a nice tip, so imagine my surprise and embarrassment when I got back to my room and found it clean!!!! Holy S$%!T, quickly wrnt into bathroom and saw that the pull-up was still in bathtub, oh no....however...when I looked, instead of the regular soap and shampoo, there was a nice Lavender soap and Shampoo, ooooops, red face, I think she noticed. Didn't mean to leave it behind, but did not think room would be cleaned. Shockingly, when I went out to get dinner, ran into the lady who cleans the room. When I said hello, she grinned and said hello (I think my face probably was red) but she just smiled and asked if I was enjoying my stay. What could I say. It wasn't my plan for her to see the diaper....ughhhh!!! Thurs: Had to work, still embarrassed so nothing exciting. Again extra soap and smile from wonderful lady.... Fri: early morning show, done in afternoon, so decided to have fun. (Pics below, if I can upload them) Panties with pads, under discreets...obviously did not work, leaked big time....oops oh well. Changed into new dry ones and waited till I need to go again and again, what a great day, filled up three of them. Today, Sat. Hmmmmm...how to get rid of three fully soaked diapers with only the small trash bags supplied. Well, put them into the trash bags, my plan was to put them into the trash can by the elevator, but realized that the the bag was to full and would not fit. Damn...Darn... did not want to leave the pull-ups for room service again, what to do??? Well, as luck would have it, as Inwas walking past the door where roomservice is, I saw it was open and she was preparing for the day. Well what could I do, I asked her if she had an extra trash bag. She said yes, and then told me to just leave it by my door, "What room are you in?" I was going to give a wrong one but before I could think I blurted out my room. I couldn't tell, sadly my perception of subtle reactions has been lost...but as she gave me an extra trash bag she told me to.leave it by the door, and said something like: "how did you like the soap, and would you need extra cleaning today?" I quickly thanked her for the soap, and said that I didn't need any extra cleaning, but thank you. Good thing, I left the panties hanging over shower rod, but did throw out pull-ups. Spent the day at work, came back to hotel, went out with coworker...little drunk right now, writing this while slowly wetting another pull-up in bed. Hopefully I can upload pictures. I did not intentionally mean to leave the pull-up in the bath tub for the cleaners to find, embarrassed when I realized, but strange thing is: the Lady was really nice, didn’t let on, but with extra soap and shampoo, I wonder. Well, tipsy, wet pull-ups, in bed, time for some personal time. Before I forge there are the pictures:
  5. I was out for a long walk with my little bro, and I stayed dehydrated. When I was walking I felt the urge to pee, but I decided to hold it because public bathrooms are dirty. When I got home, I was at maybe half full bladder. My brother went to the bathroom but after that, my bro kept whining to play with my new slime. So I got the slime for him, and at that time I was pretty desperate. I decided that I would look after my bro cause he likes to get the slime everywhere! 🤣 About 30 minutes passed and at that time, I’m definitely desperate. I was squirming and holding and my bro said “Sister are u ok?” I replied “ Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” When I said that, I leaked a little! I knew I had to get to the toilet quick before I had an accident! I said to my bro “Hey would u mind playing with ur IPad for a while?” He said “sure!” I quickly washed my hands and helped him wash his hands. Touching more water, I leaked again! I got his ipad and gave it to him while i took off to the toilet. When I got there, it seemed to be occupied! What worst luck! I stayed in front of the bathroom and did everything i can to hold the pee in. Unless, I will have a major accident! After a few minutes which to me seemed like 30 minutes, The person in the bathroom got out. I raced in, letting a spurt out. Then i got my much needed relief in the toilet. Ohh if i hadn’t come here I would wet myself! My undies were wet already but my leggings only had a little wet spot. Oh that felt so good!
  6. Anyone ever get desperate or wet themselves while on the phone? This happened to me today. I had just come in from visiting a neighbour (who offered me tea and sherry and I had been talking for a couple of hours.) I decided to make a coffee which I also drank (I have a habit of drinking a lot as I get bored easily) and was playing a game on my phone. I realised I needed the loo and was about to go when my parents rang me. I talked for a while with my mum but was pacing round the room I was so desperate. But didn't want to own up to my predicament. I was wearing grey smart trousers and white briefs (fairy classic style). At one point I undid my trouser belt ro ease the pressure but it didn't help much. At this point I was desperate to bursting point and was aware I was seconds away from peeing my pants on the phone. But my mum seemed to be getting to the end of the conversation, so I headed upstairs hoping to cut off soon. I had one hand on the phone and the other holding myself in my pants. Then to my horror my mum said that dad wanted a word about some heaters he bought recently and I talked about getting for my house. I panicked because I actually leaked a spurt into my pants. I realised I had to get upstairs to the toilet fast, which I did, but was too embarrassed to admit what was going on to my dad. I got into the toilet, and unzipped. By this point I was actually peeing my pants but I tried to sound natural. I unzipped as fast as I could but with only having one hand my pee sprayed onto the floor and over my pants for a second before I could direct it in the bowl. I didn't want to make any sounds so I carefully peed round the edges of the bowl to avoid hitting the water. Even when the stream tapered off I tried really hard to avoid hitting the bowl, whilst sounding really natural. Eventually I stopped and finished the conversation and hung up, but inspected the damage. There was a wet patch in my briefs (not too big but certainly golf ball sized. However I had peed quite a bit on the floor and toilet seat and sprayed my trousers slightly. 😬
  7. GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT THEIR POSTING PRIVILEGES? No more waiting a week and a half for mods to approve my posts for this bitch! I am getting into omo writing. All of these will be in the same universe. This post will be an introduction. These stories, mostly short and nonlinear, will focus on a King, Garnet III, his Queen, Cordelia, and the harem they keep (and yes, it is shared). Fantasy setting. The kingdom, Riverkeep, is small but peaceful. There are some other kingdoms nearby, one of which, Helmsmount, is experiencing some political strife. As a result, some dissidents have sought shelter in Riverkeep (this will be important later). It is in a fairly temperate region with hot summers and cold winters. The harem dwellers are kept in plush conditions, and are given plenty of jewelry and other finery to wear. In the summer, they're encouraged to wear little else. Normally, they get five pee/poop breaks a day, called toilet passes or potty passes, that they can use whenever they want, with these breaks resetting daily at midnight (they can plead for more if they're really desperate, but may be refused). Unlimited breaks are given only in the case of illness or significant injury. The toilets themselves are mostly variations on the chamber pot, although other options will be used. Main characters include: King Garnet Mid thirties. Considered rather handsome. His skin is tan and smooth, and his body is toned from athletic training and a good diet, with a bit of pudge on the belly, but not very much. His hair is dark and curly, and shines brown in the sun. His eyes are dark and, in the right light, his eyes look almost wine-red. Fond of women with MILFy builds, and skinny twinks and femboys. Considered a capable leader due to his care for domestic issues Charismatic, wise, intelligent, all that that makes a good leader Average bladder, but good at making it seem bigger than it is by managing his fluid intake. Maximum hold time is between eleven to thirteen hours. Will not urinate outside of his private pot unless there are quite literally no other options other than clothing. Dislikes even doing it in front of Cordelia. Queen Cordelia: Late twenties. Curvy build, with large hips, a round butt, and breasts around the side of a large orange or smaller grapefruit. Fairer skin than her husband. Brown eyes that have been described as honey-colored or amber. Her hair is long, wavy, blue-black, and well cared for. She has shapely, plush lips and is fond of lipstick. Not a lot of body hair, but the carpet matches the drapes, and is thick. Several harem members attempted to shave it all off one time and it took the better part of an hour before it was all gone. Empathetic and a little daft Big bladder. Max holding time around eighteen hours. Will urinate in front of those who desire to see it, but never where anyone else could see her--no public latrines, alleyways, or bushes. If she's travelling, she has to have a servant bring her chamber pot and set up a special tent. Even then, she doesn't like it. Flint: Male harem member. Late twenties. Smooth tan skin, with some pink scarring, mostly on his back. Dark brown, straight hair just past his shoulders. Gray eyes. Strong build, hint of abs. This next point mentions violence, so it's under a read more. It's backstory. Is subservient to Cordelia and almost excessively chivalrous to her Intelligent, appreciates that Garnet is the same. Has some trauma from his ejection from Helmsmount. The best remedy is either "quality time" (wink wink) with Cordelia or a nice long talk with Jim. Average cock, a bit long and thin. Pubes soft and fine. Slight happy trail. Average bladder. Maximum hold time is around twelve hours. Will urinate in public, but would rather use a toilet if one is available. Jim: Male harem member. Late thirties. Pale skin. Dirty blond hair that's a bit shaggy. Has a beard of the same color. Plenty of body hair to match, especially on his chest, abdomen and around his genitals. Prominent happy trail and thigh hair. Speaking of genitals, his are very large, both in length and girth. You can see it through his pants sometimes. It's also a nice-looking cock, with a good color and shape. Solid build, with a slight dad bod and strong arms. Fatherly disposition, took Flint under his arm because he thought "the lad looked lost" Very large bladder. Maximum hold time around twenty-four hours. He managed that only once, and with extensive leaking. Genuinely enjoys peeing, too. Has little shame about public urination--"we all gotta go." Rosemarie: Female harem member. Early twenties. Slender build, not much muscle, not much fat. Redheaded, but no freckles. Green eyes. Hair is a bit above shoulders. Smaller breasts--maybe the size of a lemon. Very, very attracted to Cordelia Hotheaded disposition. Irritates easily. Can be needy. Very subservient to Cordelia. Prefers to watch others pee, especially Cordelia. Will drink pee. Pubes are soft and fine, with no happy trail or thigh fuzz. Small bladder. Maximum hold time around six hours. Usually needs a pee at night. Frequently has to pee in a bucket or in the harem-members' exercise yard due to running out of potty passes. Due to this, has no shame in peeing in front of others. Background characters will be present. This may be edited later. First story post! This one's very x rated lol As soon as Garnet entered, the lovers swarmed around him. One lover took his crown and laid it carefully aside. Another unbuttoned his tunic and helped him out of it. Yet a third took his pants and shoes. A fourth gently pulled his undergarments from him, leaving him bare. A red silk robe was drawn about his shoulders, and he was led to a large round mattress dressed in velvet, where he lay down, sighing heavily at the lack of weight. He let his eyes close for a moment. A kiss was placed on his nose. “Would you like to be taken to your bed, your majesty?” He sighed. “No… no. I am merely a bit drained. Where is Cordelia?” The girl, slim and bare-breasted with piercings of ruby in each nipple, bit her soft lip. He recognized her as Lila, a new-ish addition. “... I know not. Would you like me to summon her?” Garnet sighed. “Yes. After that, come right back… I think I would like to play with those piercings you have.” She giggled. She sent for a servant, then came back, sitting next to him and baring her large chest. He carefully turned the piercings around within her soft pink nipples, marvelling at how they caught the light. She squeaked and squealed as he manipulated her soft buds. “... I think I will make someone breed you,” he murmured. “I think I would like to see those pretty breasts of yours full of milk.” She flushed. “Why… thank you, my lord.” Another presence approached the bed. Garnet looked up. “Cordelia. How nice to see you. Come, sit with me.” He sent Lila away with a wave of his hand. Cordelia sat, carefully. “You wanted to speak to me?” “I wanted to be with you,” Garnet sighed. “Has this day not been stressful? I thought we could perhaps have some time together.” “I… well…” She swallowed. “I… yes, I do love spending time with you.” He held his arms out. “Come to me.” She lay back into his arms, then squeaked and flinched hard, clenching her thighs. “What is wrong?” “I… I have been… I have not had the chance to pass urine all day…” She whimpered. “... I need to go so badly… I have been holding it since this morning. My lady parts are throbbing so badly. Please, I would do anything for a chamber pot!” She writhed, humping his leg. “I want you here,” Garnet replied, stroking her hair. “‘Tis not the same if it isn’t you. Can you hold it in?” One of the lovers, a girl named Rosemarie, laid a hand on Cordelia’s hip. “Allow me to assist, my lady.” “What do you mean?” Rosemarie stroked Cordelia’s hip tenderly. “It would be an honor, my lady, if you used my mouth to relieve yourself.” Cordelia initially looked like she wanted to refuse, then another wave of desperation struck. She gripped her lady-parts and writhed hard. “... Be quick! I do not know how much longer I can last!” Rosemarie gently guided Cordelia onto her back, spreading her legs and opening her robe. Rosemarie’s breath carded softly through Cordelia’s thick muff. Cordelia felt her pee hole quiver. Warm lips settled on her core, around her pee hole, and suckled tight. She moaned. “Now,” Garnet said. “Let go.” Cordelia focused. A strong tingling sensation jetted up into her abdomen as the pressure released. Her warm stream trickled over Rosemarie’s tongue. “Ooooh…” Rosemarie hummed. Her tongue laved against Cordelia’s core. The tingling in Cordelia’s lady parts burst into an incredible pleasure. Her clit throbbed. Her thighs quivered, opening wide and then wider. Rosemarie pushed her tongue against Cordelia’s clit just as her pee-stream hit its peak. The pee teased against her from the back, and Rosemarie’s tongue from the front, and between the two, the pleasure made her see stars. Just then, Garnet pinched both of her soft pink nipples, and that was her undoing. She came with a moan that resonated around the wooden paneled walls and off the velvet furnishings. When she came to, Rosemarie was gently wiping her lady-parts clean with a warm wet rag, and Garnet was sitting above her, smiling. She pouted, giving Garnet a wifely Look. Garnet just laughed. “Love you, Lia.” She grumbled. “Love you too.”
  8. Commission for a wonderful customer over on my Tumblr (squirmymochi)! I will soon make a commissions post here, but for now you can find that info on my Tumblr, as well as headcanons and drabbles/scenarios. -- also on Ao3 -- Syo has been shifting in his seat every few minutes for the past forty-five minutes, his movements becoming less subtle and more frequent as STARISH’s meeting has drawn on, and if Natsuki is being one hundred percent honest, it’s making it pretty hard to focus on whatever they’re supposed to be talking about. It’s not that he’s not interested in what Haruka and the others are saying, or excited for their next project. Of course he’s excited! It’s just--how is he supposed to help his group mates pick a release date for their next album when he can tell Syo is so clearly itching for another kind of release? Natsuki has known Syo since they were kids, so of course he’s picked up on all of Syo’s mannerisms. But even without that kind of knowledge, it doesn’t take a genius to tell that Syo is suffering from an uncomfortably full bladder, and has been for the better part of an hour. His friend’s arms are braced against his knees, hands balled into fists against his legs, back and shoulders stiff with tension. He’s got his lip caught between his teeth and he’s burning a hole into the table in front of him with his eyes--Natsuki isn’t even sure if he’s blinking anymore. “Well, that wraps up today’s meeting!” Haruka announces brightly, clapping her hands together. The noise seems to startle Syo--he starts in his seat, letting out a quiet gasp that only Natsuki seems to hear. “Good job today, everyone. Go rest up for practice tomorrow, and I’ll see you all in the morning!” Natsuki smiles and waves goodbye at the other members as they stand and make their way towards the door, while Syo stays tensed in his seat beside him. He makes no move to get up until everyone else has left the room, and even then he sits still, jaw clenched. “Come on, Syo-chan,” Natsuki says, touching his boyfriend’s shoulder gently. “Don’t you want to get up?” Syo flinches away ever so slightly, but Natsuki doesn’t take personal offense to it. “It’s not gonna get easier if you just sit there,” he chides, standing himself and offering Syo a hand. “Come on, don’t you want to get to the bathrooms before they’re locked up for the night?” At that, Syo’s head snaps up, and he fixes Natsuki with a glare. “I-I don’t need to go to the bathroom!” he protests, his face reddening. “I’m fine!” Ah, so he’s being stubborn, Natsuki thinks, a small smile gracing his lips. Syo shifts in place for a few seconds before continuing, “Besides… The meeting ran late. The toilets are already locked.” Natsuki glances up at the clock, and sure enough, the meeting had gone on a bit longer than usual. He’d been distracted by the way Syo had been moving his hips, lifting his ass off the seat for barely a second at a time before letting it fall back down again, and hadn’t paid much attention to the time. “Well, we should get back to the dorms then,” he reasons, wiggling his fingers at Syo invitingly. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll cook you dinner when we arrive.” He’s expecting a jab at his cooking skills, but Syo barely even seems to register the comment. With a hiss, he pushes himself into an upright position, ignoring Natsuki’s hand and bracing himself against the table as gravity takes its toll on his bladder. His legs twist into each other, knees knocking and thighs squishing together as he rocks his hips from side to side, doing his best to hide his (very clear) need as he fights to get it under control. Natsuki’s eyes lock onto the movement until he catches himself, looking to the side guiltily until the rustling of Syo’s clothes subsides. “Ready to go home now, Syo-chan?” he asks gently, looking pointedly at Syo’s face rather than his body. Syo nods tersely, turning around and stalking towards the door stiff-legged, not quite able to hide the wobble of his steps or the flush on his cheeks. It’s unfairly cute, and Natsuki can’t even enjoy it because he knows Syo is suffering. He jogs to catch up, falling into step with Syo in the hallway as they make their way towards the dorms. It’s a good twenty minute walk, and with the way Syo is behaving Natsuki isn’t sure they’ll make it all the way before- His face heats up at the thought, and he looks to the side guiltily, glad that Syo is too distracted by his own body to notice the flush on Natsuki’s face. He remembers once, when they were kids, Syo had gotten desperate on a long car ride home from a waterpark. Their parents had asked them over and over again if they needed to stop at a rest station, but Natsuki truly hadn’t needed to go and Syo had refused to admit his need even when Natsuki caught him with his hand between his legs. He’s pretty sure Syo made it home that day, but his pride had almost caused him to wet himself minutes away from relief. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that point today--it would be unpleasant for both of them, and Syo’s pride would probably take weeks to recover from a hit like that. “Hurry up, Natsuki,” Syo snaps, and only then does Natsuki realize he’d slowed to a stop in the middle of the path. He shakes his head once, picking up the pace to catch up with his boyfriend. Syo had paused to wait for him, but he can’t stay still for long--he’s shifting in place, putting his weight on one foot, then the other. His hands are balled into fists at his side, and his face is flushed and scrunched in concentration. Natsuki can’t help but note how utterly cute he looks, though he feels a bit bad about thinking that way while Syo is in distress. (It doesn’t make it any less true, though.) “Come on, Syo-chan,” Natsuki says when he reaches him, brushing a hand along Syo’s lower back to guide him forward. “You don’t want to wait any longer than you have to, do you?” Syo’s cheeks heat up even further, going an adorable shade of red, and he flinches away from Natsuki’s touch moodily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, practically turning his nose up at the thought. “I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.” “Of course, Syo-chan,” Natsuki agrees, indulging in Syo’s desire to appear normal. “Well, let’s go home so you can rest up.” Syo grunts in agreement, his jaw tightening as he starts walking again. He’s even stiffer than he had been before, and his hand keeps twitching at his side like it’s just itching to bury itself in his crotch, with or without his permission. Natsuki does a mental tally of everything he’d watched Syo consume over the last few hours. There was a whole bottle of water spread throughout the day, with a refill at lunch, not to mention the milk Natsuki had bought him right before the meeting which had been downed almost instantly. (Syo and his dairy products--he really should have expected as much.) That has to be at least sixteen to twenty ounces throughout the whole day, and now that he’s thinking about it, Natsuki is pretty sure he’d only seen Syo head to the bathroom once, during lunch. That explains why he’s so temperamental, and so eager to get back to the dorms--Syo has never had much in terms of bladder capacity, and if Natsuki had drank the same amount he had and only pissed once since, he would probably be feeling the effects of all that liquid too. The thought is oddly exciting to him, but he tamps those feelings down--even though it’s a little bit harder to do now that Syo is making that I’m desperate but doing my best to hide it face in front of him, brows pinched and lip drawn between his teeth. Little beads of sweat have sprung up on his forehead as he shuffles along, even though it’s not hot at all outside. His breath is coming in short puffs, like he’s taking five in the middle of dance training, but Natsuki knows it’s not just the walk that’s leaving him short on air. “Let me know if you need to take a break, Syo-chan,” he says, doing his best to sound comforting. “We can always stop somewhere, if you’d like to sit down for a minute.” “I’m fine,” Syo insists, but his voice wavers in the middle, dangerously close to breaking. “Stop worrying about me, already.” Fat chance of that, Natsuki thinks to himself, eyes roaming the campus. They’re still a good ten minutes away from their dorm, maybe fifteen if they keep moving at a snail’s pace. His eyes catch on a deserted corner of the campus, a bit of an alley where students usually go to smoke or hook up. At this time of day, most of those illicit activities are probably being done elsewhere, and with that thought in mind, the suggestion spills past his lips before he can stop it. “There’s a secluded area back there,” he tells Syo, who turns to look at him with Obviously I know that written across his face. “If you’d like, we can make a--er, a pitstop on the way back to the dorms…” The flush that had previously faded from Syo’s cheeks and ears comes back with a fierce vengeance, turning his whole face into a cherry red (and extremely cute) mess. “Wh-What are you talking about?!” Syo exclaims, glaring through the embarrassment. “A p-pitstop? Why would I need to even- Ugh! And even if there was something that was making me uncomfortable, of course I wouldn’t go- I mean, take care of it in an alley of all places!” “I just thought-” Natsuki tries, holding his hands up in defense, but Syo doesn’t seem to want to listen. “I’m not a little kid anymore, Natsuki,” he snaps, turning around and continuing to stalk towards the dorms. “I can take care of myself. And I certainly would never- in an alley of all places! Why would you even think of such a thing, idiot?” His words would sting, but the way his knees bend into each other on each step and the sway of his hips as he moves kind of take the bite out of everything he says. It seems like all of Natsuki’s suggestions are just stalling Syo from getting to the bathroom he needs so terribly, so Natsuki takes the hint and shuts his mouth, glancing towards the alley one last time before he follows Syo towards their building. It isn’t long until they stop again, though this time it isn’t Natsuki’s fault. They’ve made it a good three minutes further into their journey, in complete silence so as to not inconvenience them further, when Syo suddenly gasps and freezes in place. Natsuki looks at him in alarm, just in time to see Syo’s hand dart towards and away from his crotch in the span of half a second. His legs snap together and he wiggles in place, face scrunched and teeth grit behind parted lips, as he struggles to overcome what appears to be an intense wave of desperation. “Haah… ahh…” he pants, his voice breathy and fluttering. It sounds almost forbidden, like the sigh of an actor in an erotic film, only this time it’s Syo making those noises instead of some stranger. The noises go straight to Natsuki’s own crotch, and he’s suddenly glad there’s no one around to see either one of their struggles. He takes a step forward, reaching out to push the hair that’s plastered to Syo’s forehead away from his eyes. “You can do it, Syo-chan,” he says gently, stroking Syo’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You’re doing so, so well for me. Just ten minutes more, and then you can go, okay?” “Ah… I…” Syo turns away from Natsuki’s touch, embarrassed, as Natsuki watches him press the heel of his hand to his crotch for a couple of seconds. It’s not a full-on grab, but anyone who saw it would most likely be able to tell what’s going on. (Either they’d realize he has to pee, or they’d think he’s getting himself off, but Natsuki is pretty sure nobody would believe Syo would do that, even with a gun to his head.) He keeps brushing Syo’s hair away from his face as Syo slowly gains control over himself, until at last he removes his hand from his groin and straightens up again. (Well, as much as he can straighten up while nursing a bladder full of piss. He refuses to look Natsuki in the eyes, shame coloring his face, but he doesn’t snap at Natsuki to leave him alone, either. “Let’s hurry,” he says, his voice wavering. Natsuki nods understandingly, letting his hand slip against Syo’s lower back once again as they continue their journey. He tries to keep it together on the outside, for his boyfriend’s sake, but on the inside he’s a mess of conflict and confusion. He wants Syo to make it more than anything--wants him to be comfortable again, to avoid embarrassment and humiliation. But every time Syo bumps his hip against Natsuki’s in an attempt to squirm subtly, every time he lets out a soft grunt or pant or, god forbid, high-pitched whine, Natsuki gets more and more… excited, in ways he definitely shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t be enjoying Syo’s suffering, and yet here he is, with a half-hard cock and an aftertaste of guilt on his tongue. He watches Syo clamp his thighs together, raising one foot off the ground slightly and bending his leg inwards until it’s almost across the other, and it sends another spark of arousal through him. God, he thinks, this version of Syo is too cute to be legal. “Natsuki,” Syo gasps, jerking to a halt as his hands fly to his crotch. It’s a full on grab this time, his fingers wrapped around his dick through his crisp white pants, and Natsuki is pretty sure that Syo had just leaked, even if it isn’t visible yet. He’s also fairly sure that Syo had said his name on reflex and probably hadn’t even realized it, which is both endearing and hot at the same time. “You’re so wonderful, Syo-chan,” Natsuki tells him, because he doesn’t know what else to say. He could always suggest they go back to the alley, but it’s probably too far away to be of any help anyway, and besides, Syo probably hasn’t warmed up to the idea of public urination in the last few minutes. (Then again, maybe the pressure in his bladder has gotten so bad that he’s willing to let loose anywhere just to gain some relief.) “Natsuki,” Syo says again, turning his head to the side to meet Natsuki’s gaze. His eyes are shining with wetness, desperate in more ways than one, and Natsuki can barely stand to look at him like this. He leans down to press a kiss to Syo’s temple, reaching over to pull the hat off of Syo’s head before it can fall to the ground. “You’re amazing, love,” he tells him reassuringly. “So strong. I know you have to go, even though you won’t admit it.” “Nngh… I…” “Just bear it for a little bit longer,” Natsuki promises him, glancing up towards their building. They’re maybe seven minutes away at most, but they’re slowing down the closer they get and Syo keeps stopping in his tracks to shift in place. He hasn’t moved since he first grabbed at his dick, though he’s trembling beneath Natsuki’s hand. “I… ah… I don’t k-know if I can-” “Of course you can,” Natsuki says softly. “You’re Kusuru Syo! You can do anything you set your mind to.” He kisses Syo’s temple once again, rubbing his shoulder gently before pulling away. “Come on, now,” he prompts, taking a step towards the dorm. “You don’t want to do that kind of thing out here. Anyone could see you, you know.” It’s that thought that seems to motivate Syo to move again. He manages to pull one of his hands away from his cock, though the other remains locked firmly around the base, and winces as he takes a step forward. “Ah,” he moans quietly, a bead of sweat dripping off the tip of his nose--and maybe that’s not the only thing that’s dripping, if the teeny tiny wet patch on the front of his pants is any indication. (God, even that’s cute. Natsuki is seriously fucked up.) “Five more minutes,” he says, with no way of knowing if it’s true or not. Sure, they’re only a few minutes away from the building, but after that it’s a matter of getting to the elevators, and then down the hall, and that’s not even taking into account the chance of bumping into one of their classmates on the way there. Natsuki isn’t sure Syo can handle letting go of his crotch at this point, but he’d probably die of humiliation if anyone saw him like this. “Ungh…” Syo takes another shaky step towards the building, practically folded in half at this point. Natsuki wishes he could do something to help, provide Syo with some privacy or a receptacle to let a little bit out in, or even just loosen his belt or unbutton his pants. He knows how much Syo likes his clothes to fit well, but that tailored waistband must be hell on his tortured, overfilled bladder right about now, especially with the pose he’s in. Despite the fact that they seem to be fighting a losing battle, neither boy gives in. Syo takes a couple more seconds to compose himself as much as he can before he lets Natsuki guide him towards their dorm building, one hand squeezing his cock for dear life and the other clutching onto Natsuki’s arm like a lifeline. They’re moving at a snail’s pace, hobbling along like they’ve sprained both their ankles, but even the smallest of steps is taking them closer to relief, which is a comforting thought. Natsuki keeps glancing back and forth between the building and his boyfriend--Syo’s face is set in determination, even with sweat dripping off his brow and his cheeks colored bright red and his lip drawn between his teeth. He looks so utterly cute, Natsuki can barely stand to look away, but he knows he needs to keep them moving before it’s too late. “A-Ahh,” Syo grunts, his grip on Natsuki’s arm tightening along with the grip on his dick. “No… no, unh…” He wiggles frantically in place, his breath coming in short huffs as he fights to hold back the flood for just a few minutes more. They’re right outside of the building now--all that’s left is to get up the elevator and down the hallway, but they might be past the point of making it to their room. Natsuki watches, wide-eyed and blushing, as a small wet patch appears on the crotch of Syo’s pants, his cock springing to attention once again. God, he should not be so turned on by his childhood best friend almost having an accident, but something about the way Syo keeps squirming, combined with the grip on his penis and the frankly erotic sounds he’s making, keep Natsuki absolutely captivated. “Natsuki,” Syo gasps, snapping Natsuki out of his heated trance. He shakes his head once, then draws himself to Syo’s side, taking ahold of his shoulders and rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. Syo seems to have cut off the leak, but he’s shaking even more violently than before now, and he looks like he might truly explode from the pressure. “We’re almost there,” Natsuki tells him, slipping as much care and confidence into his voice as he can. “You’re so amazing, Syo-chan, coming this far. You’ve had to go for ages, haven’t you?” “D-Don’t… say such, ahh, such embarrassing th-things,” Syo moans, his voice shaking. “Please, j-just help me.” Natsuki nods, circling an arm around Syo’s shoulders and gently pushing him forward as Syo’s free hand joins the other one buried in his crotch. He can feel the heat of Natsuki’s skin radiating through the fabric of his jacket--he really is burning up. “Look, we made it inside,” Natsuki says, trying his best to distract Syo from the unbearable pressure inside his bladder. “It’s a little warm in here, but that’s good. You’re so close, Syo. Just a few more minutes, and you’ll feel so much better, I promise.” He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s promised just a few more minutes, but he doesn’t know what else to say. At the very least, it’s true--they’re already inching along towards the elevator, and Natsuki finally thinks to reach around to bag to pull out their room card. There’s no way Syo will be able to let go of his crotch at this point, and even if he could his hands would probably shake too bad to be able to unlock their door. He also takes it upon himself to press the button to call the elevator, then returns to Syo’s side, whispering comforting things into his hair as Syo shakes and squirms crazily. One of his legs is lifted off the ground and hooked around the other one, trying to squeeze as tight as it can so not a drop more of piss is able to escape. Despite this, the wet patch on the front of his pants seems to have grown a bit, now spanning a diameter of a few inches, the fabric tellingly dark and shiny. At last, the elevator arrives, and Natsuki ushers Syo inside before anyone else sees them. Their room is only a couple of floors up, but every second is counting against them at this point. Syo outright moans when the elevator lurches into movement, and Natsuki can hear a soft hiss coming from his body for a couple of seconds. Syo’s hips jerk erratically, and he keeps making soft, breathy sighs and gasps, unable to keep himself quiet anymore. Natsuki doesn’t think he’s ever seen his boyfriend so desperate for anything before. When the elevator comes to a stop, Natsuki waits with baited breath for the doors to slide open. “Let’s hurry,” he says, grabbing Syo’s arm and pulling him out of the little box--but two steps into the hallway, Syo freezes. “Syo-chan?” Natsuki turns around to look at his friend, but Syo doesn’t meet his gaze. His whole body is bent in half, a stream of wetness slowly but surely trailing its way down his legs at a pace that must be both humiliating and painful. “No, no, no no no,” Syo is crying, his whole body trembling with the effort to cut off the flow, but Natsuki can tell that it’s no use. They’re only about fifteen feet away from their dorm, but Syo has been holding it in so long, he probably can’t wait another second for relief. “Syo-chan,” Natsuki says quietly, stepping forward and reaching out to touch Syo’s shoulder. Syo flinches away once again, then cries out as another gush of pee shoots out of him. “It’s okay,” Natsuki tells him, trying again. His hand lands on the nape of Syo’s neck, brushing the sweaty skin there, and he bends down to press a kiss against the top of Syo’s head. “I d-don’t, haah, want to-” Syo is whimpering, even as disjointed gushes of urine spurt out from between his fingers. “I know you don’t,” Natsuki says softly, “but you can’t hold it in anymore. You’re going to hurt yourself.” “Natsuki,” Syo sniffles. Natsuki gets down on his knees, craning his neck to look his boyfriend in the eyes. “You did amazing, Syo-chan,” he tells him, reaching up to brush a stray tear from Syo’s cheek. “You held in there for so long, even when you were bursting to go. Come on, Syo-chan, you’ll feel so much better when you let go.” “I- nngh, ahh…” Syo gasps, and that seems to be the end of his self-control. A surge of urine splashes onto the floor, gushing out of Syo like a faucet and completely soaking the inner legs of his pants until they turn a dark gray color. Natsuki has to reach up to support him as he finally lets go, his legs going weak and body tipping forward from exhaustion. “Ah… Haah, ohh…” Syo moans, eyes fluttering shut and face going slack as he continues to empty himself. Natsuki watches with fascination as a puddle forms under them, soaking into his own pants where his knees meet the floor, and continuing to spread in a large circle throughout the dorm hallway. Holy shit, he thinks, feeling his arousal flare up again. He really was holding an ocean in, wasn’t he? He looks back up at Syo’s face and finds himself transfixed. If he thought Syo looked cute when he was squirming around with need, it’s nothing compared to the utter hotness of him finally getting relief after hours of holding back the flood. Syo looks orgasmic, his long lashes flared out across his cheeks and his mouth dropped open with relief. They sit there for almost a minute while Syo relieves himself, and only when the stream has finally pittered to a halt does Natsuki find it in himself to stand up. Syo’s eyes flutter open--he seems almost dazed for a second, before he looks down at himself and immediately looks horrified. “I- I didn’t-” he trails off, mouth opening and closing uselessly. His eyes are shiny with embarrassment, and he looks like he actually might be able to cry over this, which Natsuki absolutely can not allow. He reaches over and pulls Syo into his chest, one arm circling his waist and the other reaching up to bury his hand in Syo’s hair. “You’re wonderful, Syo-chan,” he says once again, fervent. “You tried your best, and you did so well. You really are the most amazing person I know.” “I’m not amazing,” Syo argues weakly. “I was… I was so close, and I almost- but now I’m all wet, and I’m getting you wet, and-” “Shh,” Natsuki whispers. “You’re beautiful. You fought so hard, Syo. But nobody can hold it forever, right? Besides, you did so much better than I would have if our roles were switched.” “But I-” “It doesn’t matter,” Natsuki tells him. “As far as I’m concerned, you made it, okay? You did it. You’re perfect, Syo-chan.” “Natsuki…” Syo sounds tearful, but he only pulls away a little bit, to press his cheek against Natsuki’s. “I’m sorry…” “Don’t be sorry,” Natsuki says. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, okay? I’ll help you clean up, and then we can cuddle and watch TV together. Don’t worry about a thing, you hear me?” Syo sniffs once, then pulls away again and wipes at his face with his sleeve. “Okay,” he agrees, which really is a sign of how tired he is. “Of course,” Natsuki says, then smiles as wide as he can. “Now go take a shower and get changed, okay? I’ll deal with the mess out here.” Syo looks like he wants to argue, but one stern look from Natsuki has him retreating towards their dorm. “I’ll do the laundry, okay?” he says instead. “If you touch the hamper, I’ll get mad.” “You got it,” Natsuki agrees with a thumbs up. Syo hesitates, then nods once, turning towards their dorm once again. “And… thank you, Natsuki,” he adds before disappearing inside their room. Natsuki smiles to himself, watching the door until it clicks shut behind him. “Of course,” he says to the empty hallway. “Anytime.”
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    female Lucy

    Hi Everyone, So it's been awhile since I’ve written everything, mainly due to work, university, and just generally moving around a fair bit. Some of you may remember my long standing story (University Accidents) which gradually came to an end due to the sheer amount of effort that was needed to finish it all off - I just ran out of steam. Anyways, I’ve got a free summer ahead of me, and I’ve had these new ideas in my drafts for ages...and I thought it was time to write them up and release. This is a 5-part story is about a girl called Lucy… Chapter 1 is a little short but they do get longer in due course, this is just a brief introduction. I hope everyone enjoys 🙂 *** THE GYM (PART 1) The gym was my sanctuary! It was a place where I could plug my headphones in and zone out - or zone in, depending on how you looked at it. My third, and final year of university had been tough going and extremely intense but luckily, somewhat thankfully, I had Thursdays and Fridays off; these were my gym days. It was mid-February and today was an especially cold Friday afternoon, I was glad to get out of the icy air and into the university gym complex - the large three story building had a swimming pool, a climbing wall, and courts of any racket sport thinkable. I headed quickly down the stairs to the changing rooms, dropping my bag, keys and wallet off before bounding back up, through the double-doors and into the gym. I’d been listening to the FT’s daily news briefing on my way, walking in, but it had just finished, now exposing me to the chatter of the relatively busy gym, and clanging of weights. I pulled out my phone, scanning my Spotify playlists before deciding on my running playlist - the music kicking in, blasting away in my ears. The gym was on two levels, the main area, with all the free weights and machines in, and the veranda, which had some mats and most of the cardio equipment - treadmills, bikes, cross trainers, and rowing machines. There was a row of ten treadmills at the back of the veranda; only one being occupied - nearest the wall. Of course, I had my own favourite, the fourth from the end, which I quickly stepped on, to make sure no one stole it. Next to the treadmills were the gym mats; ten or so in total, my eyes noticing nearly all were currently occupied. Dropping my water bottle, and phone off into the holder, I stepped back away from the treadmill. I moved across to one of the free mats, slowly stretching my legs, mainly my skinny calves - those were always my tightest muscles. My routine had now made sure my Friday gym session was a run; back in the day I would’ve called myself a runner - running five times a week, but now I only ran two times a week, if that, so couldn’t make the argument in my head. After a quick stretch, scanning my eyes round the gym, I jumped back on treadmill and checked the session on my phone - 1 minute at 4:30perKM, and then 1 minute at 3:30perKM for 20 minuets in total. I wasn’t going to lie, it was a tough session, especially on a treadmill, but it kept me around a 20 minute 5K - that’s how I basically measured my fitness. Despite feeling like I was running in a big yellow box thanks to the paint on the walls, the first 15 minutes of the session flew by, the music in my ears carrying me along; keeping me concentrated as my long athletic legs bounded one step in front of the other. It was as I increased the speed from 4:30 to 3:30, I could feel my stomach, and legs starting to ache a bit. You know, ever since I’d started running as a little kid, the last stretch of any race, or training session for that matter, had aways been the hardest part - I guess that was the whole point, to test your mental fortitude. The way I dealt with the pain was by focusing my mind and by picking out a point and not moving my head; and whilst on the treadmill, that was a small tree out in the car park, which the view from the veranda overlooked. The time slowly trickled by, minute 16, minute 17, minute 18, more pain distilling through my body. It was as I entered the final push for the last minute, increasing the speed once again, I was distracted by the jangling of keys. I turned my head slightly to see a girl dropping her personals in the treadmill next to me. ‘Fuck sake’, I hated being distracted, it made the last push almost unbearable; 10 seconds, 9 seconds, 8 seconds, 7 seconds…you get the idea - I completed the session. As I finished, slowing the speed of the treadmill down whilst putting my hands behind my head to recover, I turned my body again. I wasn’t one to stare in the gym at all, as I said before, it’s my sanctuary, but there was something about the way this girls hair flowed as she jogged, her little black shorts and crop top sticking to her skin; her pink running shoes delicately pushing off the treadmill belt. I stopped myself from staring any further and swung myself round and off the treadmill, water bottle in hand. I quickly wiped myself down with the paper towels provided by the gym before stretching my legs out - my sweat soaking into one of mats, disgusting. On finishing my stretches, I walked off, towards the stairs, turning just to catch one more glimpse of the brown haired girl, admiring her toned hamstrings in the distance - I was sort of jealous to be completely honest. Back alone downstairs, playlist pumping in my ears, I headed towards the small plyometrics room, located to the side of the main gym area. Thankfully, it was empty, it never seemed to get much use, but I loved that about the room, the tranquility. I always did leg lunges and calf raises after a session, assisted by the TRX bands - it just got my legs burning enough to feel like I’d done a ‘leg day'. Additionally, they were tricky, form was extremely important, and if you ever started wobbling, the key was not to fall over otherwise you’d twist your knee - yes, I’m talking from experience. After a quick chill-out period where I caught my breath and scrolled through twitter on my phone, I got into the crux of the session. Ten or so minutes later, I felt a presence behind me. “Excuse me?” The voice grew louder. “…excuse me?” I turned my head, which had been facing the yellow wall in a concentrated manner, scrambling to find my phone to turn the music down in my ears. To my complete surprise, the girl from the treadmill stood right in front of me, sweat slowly dripping down the side of her face. “Sorry…” She said politely, a hand resting on her hip, “How many sets you got left?” “Two…” I replied, coughing to clear my throat while forcing a smile, “You wanna jump in?” (Jumping in was where you did a set, and then let someone else do a set, while you took a rest, before jumping back in to another set, etc etc…) My mouth had suddenly gone dry despite the large volume of water I’d drank during my gym session - I was nervous. I felt my hands start to sweat as well; I never reacted well to people catching me off-guard, and especially not in the gym. As I stood, the TRX band still in hand, what a coincidence I thought to myself, they had two, even three pieces of every bit of gym equipment, except this (only one) - and she wanted to use it. “Sure.” She said, moving to the side as I finished off my final lunge from that set. “I’m Alex.” I said, taking one of my AirPods out and moving my eyes a little to stare at her toned figure - her abs arguably better than mine. “Lucy….” She said smiling, taking a hold of the TRX band and sliding her foot through. She did a set of 12 jumping lunges - yes, they’re harder than just single lunges, making me feel somewhat inadequate. I didn’t watch every single one but it was difficult not to look as she lunged before swinging her body forwards and driving her leg into the air, it was extremely impressive, and her form was great. I suspected that she also watched me do my sets, catching glances of my toned quads as I bent my knee before thrusting back up - despite sheepishly trying to act like she wasn’t. After finishing my last rep of my last set, I stood up, collecting my things before turning to her. “See you around…” “See you later…” she replied, flashing me a smile while moving her hair passed her ear. There was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, she was attractive, don’t get me wrong, her body was incredible, but her face wasn’t striking (I hated myself for always overthinking everything) - I think ‘sneaky fit’ was the commonly used term to describe a girl like her. To get one last glance, I quickly turned my head around, and as I did our eyes met - it was a moment for sure, and the hairs on my skin stood up. As I walked out the gym doors, I thought I’d probably never see her again - somewhat hoping that wouldn’t be the case.
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    malefemale Roadtrip pee

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    I had to go really bad while in the car
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  15. Hi, it's my first post here, so basically I'm a 18yo boy, and I live with my dad, I use he/him pronouns but I have feminine parts between my legs. For those who wanna know I'm white, black short hair, black eyes, I'm 1.65m (5.5) and hairy parts..down there. So I usually read stories on this filter just to masturbate, but I always masturbate with a full bladder, and my bladder is very strong. I usually drink 2 litres of water per day + iced coffee/coffee latte. I pee once in the morning and usually, once before bed, but not always. I don't have the urge, I just feel my bladder rock hard, but when it's like that I could continue holding for a long long time. I always wanted to try a pure accident, but it won't come out, my best was 2 days of holding, so I had 4 liters of water in my body, but I wasn't desperate, and i didn't wanna hurt my kidneys so I just used the toilet, and I peed only a little amount, WHERE HAS THE 4 LITERS GONE?! idk, I always pee tiny amounts. That specific day, I was on the sofa, it was midnight and I was getting turned on by reading Omo stories, so I went in the bathroom to masturbate, because otherwise my dad would hear. I start thinking about wetting but I'm afraid my dad will find out, so I let out a tiny tiny leak, AND THAT FELT AMAZING, the warmth in my croch, the story I was reading, everything. I let out another to or three leaks and decide to control down there: my shorts ad a tennis ball sized spot, which wasn't my intention. I put down the shorts and my panties (boxers if u wanna know) where soaked, I decided to take of the shorts, I sat on the toilet and I just let it all out in my panties, i then take them off, squeeze the and poot them with the dirty clothes, but under them, so that (hopefully) they will dry before my father notice them. I put on my shorts, without nothing under, go upstairs and change in a new pair of panties (same model) and change my pijama, then go to bed. Sorry for the English, I'm not a native speaker, and sorry if it's bad written, it's the first time I write something like this. Hope you enjoyed <3.
  16. This episode happened when I was 21. At that time, I was discovering that I was into omorashi. To celebrate the start of the summer holidays, a group of guys of my faculty organized a big beach party in a seaside town not far from our city. I was invited with other 2 friends of mine, and we decided to rent a small house next to the beach for three days in order to partecipate to the party. The program was simple: drinking and having fun from Friday morning till Sunday afternoon. The first 36 hours had been gorgeous, I was only a bit tipsy and I had a lot of fun with all the people who were at the party. Meanwhile I lost touch with my friends, and I met them again only on Sunday evening. But, Saturday at midnight, after many hours of slow but continous drinking, I realized that I was very very drunk and I began to feel a bit sick. I decided to return home but I was very slow and confused. At this point I realized I had to pee as soon as possibile, too: probably I was too stoned to be aware of it in the previous hours. I never experimented an urge growing so fast, I passed from "strong need" to "desperate situation" in 10 minutes. I tried my best to reach my house in time but, when I was in the driveway, I felt I couldn't hold it anymore. I made an ultimate effort but, in front of the difficulty of opening the door being completely drunk, I lost control of my bladder and I soaked my briefs and my shorts. What a sensation in that moment, a sensation of full satisfaction. Luckily I was alone and none saw me, so I could carefully coming into the house and trying to fix the mess. I slowly put my underwear and pants in a plastic bag and I took a 1 hour long shower. It helped me a lot and, after the shower I was able to dry myself, to wear a shirt and a pair of briefs and to collapse on a sort of futon. Next morning, I was awakened by three strange sensations: 1st, the nasty taste of the hanghover in my mouth; 2nd, an horrible smell in the room; 3d a feel of cold in the bottom part of my body. After 5' minutes of confusion I realized that I wet the bed. That was not a simple wet, but a fucked flooding, all the alcohol in my body had decided to go out that night. Surprisingly I was not ashamed or shocked, but super-excited. Before I woke up, I had one of the best jerk off session of my life. Then, I opened the windows, I put the futon and my clothes in the same plastic bag, I took a shower and I ran to the nearest coin laundry to wash all the peed stuffs. I managed to save the situation but when my friends came back I had to confess them what I made and it had been very embarrassing but also "hot". I had a hardon all the day.
  17. So, a couple of weeks ago I had a planned short business trip to another country. 2 intensive days, 2 nights there. Just me and myself during evening hours. Here I must mention one thing - due to current situation, business etc. I was unable to perform Omo activities for many months. I was an active reader, but my own activities were at zero level. When I had the trip scheduled I thought that it would be a perfect idea to finally finish this bad situation and use the single room properly. That's why I packed my dedicated messing underwear - white Aussiebum seamless trunks / tight short boxers. I don't wear them on daily basis, but I got them as a freebie some time ago and as they're not my type for normal use I kept them for my Omo activities, having in mind that I'll threw them away without any regrets when they will be too heavily stained. I also considered packing my dedicated black chino pants, but I found them too difficult to wash in the sink only with shower gel and put them somewhere to dry during the day. So, sadly I had to leave them at home, making my experience much more basic. But still basic experience is much more that nothing. My plan was focused on messing myself as my primary goal, but also to wet myself. So, I pooped normally in the morning, I also peed normally during the day, but also ate quite a lot during the day (some meeting / conference food plus a dinner) and also enjoyed a few local beers, to make sure that my bladder will be full. This scheme worked perfectly fine - since about 6 p.m. I was really desperate to poop, but I did my best to hold it till about 10 p.m. At some moment it became even quite uncomfortable, and my bladder was also pretty full at this moment. I decided against any laxatives, because my goal was let's say 'everyday messing' and also I wanted to minimize the cleaning. Loose poop can be always quite risky here. When I found the moment to be right, I changed into my dedicated underwear and went to the bathroom stepped into the very big shower cabin and gave a push. Having very full bladder and bowels I expected to wet myself and after a strong, but short push to fill my underwear. But it went all different. After a very short push I completely filled my boxers with a very big poop. Rather a solid one. The bulge was very big, but firm, so it even didn't stain through the microfiber fabric of my boxers. I also felt that I'm not finished, so I had to gave another push, this time stronger to release the rest of my poop. What surprised my a lot, is the fact that after that the front of my boxers was completely dry. Full bladder, strong pushing ad not even a single drop. Very surprising, but also something that I always wanted to train, just to avoid unwanted wetting while messing myself and want to / have to stop only with this. So, I had to do another push, this time at my front, and finally I was able to completely wet myself. Some disadvantage of the microfiber boxers is that they didn't soak almost at all, so the wetness is very small. I decided to walk a little bit around my bathroom. The bulge was huge. I felt somehow bad with not having my chino pants on, I was very curious how the bulge will spread while wearing pants. It was so big, that walking was very difficult and I was unable to keep my legs together. After a few minutes I decided to sit down, just to bring back this experience. I put few layers of toilet paper on the toilet (I'm strongly against making any damage, so I try to be as hygiene as possible) and sat down. The bulge spreaded a little bit, but nothing more. This was somehow disappointing, but still I was very happy with my experience. After just a few minutes I dropped my huge load into the toilet, went to shower myself and do the laundry. The next evening I went totally the same way, not wasting time and opportunity. The whole experience was exactly the same. What a refreshing experience it was! I really forgot how good is to relieve yourself in your pants. I really regret that I was unable to have my pants on, but the logistics will be much more complicated. I can't wait for the next trip, however I'm afraid that it will take another a couple of months to have the next opportunity.
  18. Several days ago I was having sex with a friend. He and I have both wanted to do that with each other for a very long time, so to say it was enthusiastic would be an understatement. He wanted to dom me and top me at the same time. I was laying face down on the bed and he was on top of me and getting incredibly aggressive. (I wanted that and enjoyed it.) I guess the pressure of my belly against the bed combined with him hitting my bladder made me start leaking. I couldn't stop, and every time he thrusted in it forced me to pee harder. It felt physically hot coming out, and I could feel it pooling under me. I was enjoying him too much to say anything. What he was doing still felt really good, so I didn't want to throw him off his rhythm. I just kept helplessly peeing while he went at it. When he was done, I sat up and saw the huge unmistakable wet spot I left. Embarrassed, I blushed hard and found myself unable to come up with the right words. Then my friend tried to sit in the middle of the bed where the puddle was, and I had to stop him and let him know he made me pee on myself. He didn't seem to care that much... just seemed to be a bit impressed that he could fuck someone so hard that would happen.
  19. Hey there! I'm trying to write an omorashi fanfic right now, and I'm still stuck in the build-up phase. I have this semi-clear vision of how things are going to lead up to the wetting scene, but properly describing the protagonist's struggle is hard for me. For now, I've mentioned that he, the prim and proper knight he is, is rather busy with work (which is ultimately going to lead to him running into his love interest on the way to the bathroom and wetting himself while clinging to him), has been noticing how badly he has to pee for two hours, that peeing outside is a petty crime and also something he wouldn't debase himself to do, despite the urge to pee already giving him painful jabs whenever he gives up the tension in his body. I want the story to be around 3000 to 4000 words long, with the wetting happening about two thirds in, but I'm kinda.. lost. Sure, I do have to hold back the urge a lot too, but I'm female-bodied and also don't really sexualize it with myself, while wanting to sexualizing the desperation in the fic a bit. Does the desperation feel different for cis men? What kind of pains could I put in while he's struggling with thinking straight until his work leads him to the love interest's home and the bathroom there? Sorry if this is kinda hard to read, but I hope I can get some advice! I've drawn plenty of omo art until now, but writing it is fairly new to me.
  20. View File Wet my diaper at my WFH desk. Oops Well, I was a bit horny and decided to strap on a nice white diaper and make my work from home day a little more interesting. I continued wearing after this pee, and then filled it up more until it leaked on my fabric chair. I think soon, i'll have to throw this chair out - too many wettings which have dried and I think it's starting to smell a bit. OOps Submitter padsndiapers Submitted 08/01/2022 Category Male  
  21. View File Pink swimsuit Here's one of my first videos. Peeing all over myself in a swimsuit, sort of work out clothes lol. If you enjoy please let me know, and i can create more maybe? Submitter JoeDuhBear Submitted 07/30/2022 Category Male  
  22. View File Crinklz Poop Just a vid of me using my diaper :3 Submitter phillfury Submitted 07/27/2022 Category Male  
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