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  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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
  4. 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.
  5. Thought I'd share something I did on a time crunch today but the mood had just really struck me! Tumblr is being lame about most of my content. Figure you guys will appreciate. Movie on 5-9-19 at 12.10 PM #2.mov
  6. ding.xioping

    Impromptu Hold Yesterday

    Thought I would share my experience yesterday. I wasn't exceptionally hungry, so with my stomach empty, I decided around noon to do a hold. I had a 32oz tumbler full of water just to get things hydrated, and followed up with 4 cans of canned tea and soda in the next couple of hours. I could definitely feel the strong urge to go at 2:30. My wife messaged me and said she wanted to go to a local pub for dinner, so I left work about 4 to go pick her up. I NEEDED to pee at that point. But I am dedicated to my craft....so I get her to the pub and I immediately order a large IPA. It was difficult to drink it on a full bladder, but I got it down. About halfway through the meal, I couldn't hold it without embarrassing myself in public, so I excused myself to the men's room. Standing up out of the booth was torture. The heat and pain in my bladder started stretching up and down my torso, and with every step, I felt like I might dribble. But I made it to the men's room. Fortunately, there weren't many other patrons, so I had it to myself. I was kinda buzzed, so I fumbled a bit getting my zipper down. Since I find this thing arousing, my cock sprang from my underwear, once I got the access port aligned correctly. I'm not cut, so when I really need to pee, it heightens the experience if I roll my foreskin back. So I did, just as I lost control. A hard, clear stream erupted from me, blasting the urinal. It was one of those circular kinds, and it was mounted kind of low. So I had to be mindful not to lean back into this blessed experience of relief too much, lest I spray some outside of the target. So I just put my hand on the wall above the urinal, and bent forward, so the stream of piss would gurgle in the bottom of the urinal. I literally peed for over a minute. Enjoyed every single microsecond of it. Towards the end, I used my Kegel muscles to spurt the last few drops from my bladder and took a deep, relaxed breath for the first time in over 4 hours....
  7. It's that time once again, ladies and gentlemen! If you've been wanting to see me write your story ideas, now is your chance. This time, I've added the option for live writing sessions where you and other viewers can watch me write and offer live feedback, at no extra cost. I'm also only going to work on one commission at a time to start, though I may open up a second slot down the line. All my guidelines can be found in the link below, so as not to stretch out the page like last time. Please note that these guidelines are subject to change. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gbnZiUoAyM_zZyQjPIZVohki9wrZpujvEhivfpz68ks/edit You can either contact me through this thread or through DM's. Let the commission fun begin!
  8. as a mostly straight guy, male omo isn't really my thing, but i do make an exception to stuff that happens to me. i love to have accidents, particularly if i can make them into a fantasy in my mind, and particularly when i can do it out in public somewhere when i know i probably - but not definitely - won't get caught. part of me would love to get caught, though. anyway, one place i like to wet my pants is on the beach at night. usually there's not too many people about, and those that are would have a hard time seeing a wet patch on my board shorts in the dark, or hear the splattering of pee onto sand. as you'll see below, i like to use that to my advantage =3 so this is something that happened a years ago when i was around 24 or so. if it helps you to picture it, i'm a few inches shorter than average, dark brown hair, average build. back then i was kinda skinny, though, i used to do a lot of running back in the day. an ex once told me she thought i looked like ben whishaw, which i can kind of see if i turn my head and squint a bit. my hair's definitely a lot shorter though lol anyway, true story follows... - des If there's one thing we're spoiled for in Australia, it's beaches. One of my friends who I met when I was studying at uni in Sydney had a family beach house in Huskisson, NSW. Huskisson is one of the little coastal hamlets that line the shore of Jervis Bay which is one hell of a beautiful place. Sparkling white sand. Crystal clear water. Sand dunes rising up to rocky cliffs.There's a navy base out on the peninsula, and a couple of ships that sit on the far side of the crystal clear water. It's an extraordinary place and definitely worth a visit if you get the chance. My friend liked to invite me and my other mates out there when we had our mid-semester break in September. We'd go out there and spend the week getting blackout drunk, playing video games, movie marathons, various substance abusing, basically anything except doing the essays and reports that we would end up having to do in a mad rush when we got back. Anyway, I digress. The evening that this took place came after a long day of swimming and bushwalking around the capes. Two of my mates had gotten pretty badly sunburnt and had retired to their rooms with some aloe vera feeling sorry for themselves. The rest of us were so exhausted that it didn't matter, though, there wasn't going to be any partying that night. I ended up playing a few rounds of FIFA with a friend before he lost interest and went to bed. I flicked through a few channels to see what was on, and ended up landing on Tom Cruise's War of the Worlds. As I sat there watching, I became aware of a nagging need to pee. I decided to put off going to the toilet for a little while. Part of me was already laying the groundwork for me to have a bit of omo fun, but I sat there watching the movie and sipping at my beer for the time being - determined to wait a little before committing to anything. For one thing, I wasn't sure whether it'd be a good idea to act on the impulse with my friends all around the house, and for another I wanted to wait a bit and make sure they were all asleep before trying anything adventurous. As much as I'd be turned on by the humiliation of being caught having had an accident by a cute female my age or a little older, my friends were pretty typical college guys and didn't really fit the bill. But as I got more into the movie an idea began to form in my head that I couldn't shake out. The beach was dark, and not many people would be likely out and about. I still felt like I had a bit of energy, and I have always loved walking on the beach at night. The shortage of light pollution makes the night sky so much more vivid and alive. So I decided I'd drink a bit more until the urge was much more noticeable, and then go for a walk of just the right length to guarantee I wouldn't make it back dry. I finished my drink and started on another. And then the movie got to the bit where Tom and his kids are trying to make their way through a crowd onto a ferry and (spoiler!) a tripod comes over the hill behind the town to ambush the crowd and announcing itself with a blast of its horn. That gave me a little shiver. I could picture myself being hunted by one of those machines - trying to hide amid rubble, desperately hoping not to be found. I know the aliens all died in the end because they were too stupid to get vaccinated before beginning their conquest, but I think personally I'd probably fancy my chances better against zombies than tripods. Maybe it's because I'm already short, but the idea of a few giant enemies is more frightening to me than zombie hordes. Anyway, there was a power blackout. So I was left sitting there in the dark with my drink, listening to snores coming out of different rooms. As you can imagine, it didn't take me long to decide to head out. Standing up was interesting. When I had been sitting down, the urge to pee was definitely noticeable, but just by standing up my desperation doubled. I couldn't even stand up straight at first. I stayed there in front of my chair for a few seconds, annoyed that I had misjudged things and waited too long. I thought there was no way I'd make it down to the beach and that the safest thing might have been to abort, but I decided to try a few steps and I found that walking seemed to make it feel better. So I didn't hesitate any longer. I went out the door and slipped on my thongs (aka flip-flops, jandals, slippers, etc. we call them thongs), and wandered down the bitumen road to the beach. I had been right in thinking that not many people would be out. Jervis Bay is full of holiday homes and gets pretty busy in summer, but this was a midweek Spring evening in late September. The smell of cooked sausages wafting over the road from a house around the corner was the only evidence apparent to me of other people being about. There were lights on in plenty of houses, but most people had clearly turned in for the night. I ambled along a little more slowly than I'd normally walk. My level of desperation was probably a solid 8/10, and it was definitely inhibiting my ability to walk normally, but I was determined to make it down onto the beach and as far as possible to try to force it hit 10/10 when my body wouldn't give me a choice. And sure enough I made it to the beach a few minutes later, still at 8/10. There was a slight wind blowing as the waves crashed into the headland. The tide was still low, but coming in. I trudged along the sand enjoying the starry night sky, and I started to think to myself that I should have brought my drink with me to try to speed things along, because while my bladder was full enough to be noticeably uncomfortable, I felt it was still a fair way off being at capacity. I then heard some whooping and laughter from further up the beach. Somebody had lit a fire from driftwood, and I could make out a few figures running around with branches on fire like Tom Hanks in Castaway. I hesitated for a second. From the sound of their voices I deduced that it was group of young women, probably more students having a week off like me and my mates. Could I risk running into them in my condition and possibly having to stop and talk to them for a while? Things could happen very quickly if I made the wrong choice, and I was paralysed by the paradox of omorashi - how amazing would it be to have an accident in front of girls, but oh god, what if I they saw? I wanted to be caught, but I didn't want to be caught. The end result of my shyness and indecision was that I kept approaching them, but with a view to just keep walking straight past and see what'd happen. There was a lot of giggling coming from around their campfire, and it became obvious to me that they were pretty drunk. A couple of them who'd been splashing around in the water streaked back up to the fire when I got to about 100m away, and when I caught sight of their pale figures in the moonlight bolting back to their makeshift camp I realised they'd been skinny-dipping. 'Hey, there's someone over there! Kylie, put your towel on for heaven's sake!' The two girls who'd been in the water shrieked and dived down onto their towels quickly wrapping it around themselves. 'Sorry!' one of the girls called out as I wandered past, not confident enough to do anything but shamble past awkwardly, 'Hope you didn't see anything disturbing!' They started giggling amongst themselves at her remark and my brain was too scrambled to come out with anything witty or even vaguely self-assured. The pressure in my bladder seemed to have suddenly skyrocketed, and I was worried that maybe I had taken things a bit too far. 'No, you're all good!' I answered pathetically, 'Have a great night.' They went quiet for a bit and I took advantage of this to advance a bit further up the beach. I had probably gone another 50m beyond them when I decided I'd come far enough. I'd come down to the beach to have a bit of omo fun, and the girls nocturnal activities had thrown me for a bit of a loop. But now a naughty idea settled in my mind. I decided to have my 'accident' here, with the girls still in sight and within earshot - but far enough away that they probably wouldn't know exactly what I was doing. So I abruptly stopped walking and that jarring movement made my desperation ramp up to 9.5. That was enough for me. So I spread my feet and pushed my hands into my crotch, knowing full well that if any of the girls looked over at that moment they might well be able to guess what I was doing from my body language. Or at least what I wanted to do. I couldn't get started. It was a bit surprising and annoying considering how badly I needed to go, and rather than just stand there like an idiot I decided to walk on a bit in the hope that I could relax more. It was painful to walk by this stage, but mercifully it was only a few more steps. And that was because a couple of unexpected things then happened simultaneously like an omo god's deus ex machina to make me totally piss my pants. One of the ships out in the dark bay blasted its horn for a few seconds and at the same time the headlights of a car coming down the beach road slowly advanced down the beach towards me. I came to an abrupt stop and my desperation doubled again as I jammed my thighs together and bent my knees into a half crouch, but this time there was another element to it. The horn had reminded me of the Martians from the movie I'd been watching, and I suddenly imagined that there was a tripod that had ambushed me on the beach and that the headlights approaching me along the sand were its searchlights seeking me out. For that perfect moment I could feel fear, standing stock still as the searchlight closed in on me. I felt petrified, like a mouse that had been caught by a cat. And that was the trigger I needed. I started peeing suddenly and forcefully, completely without control. I couldn't have stopped if I'd desperately wanted to, and let's be honest - I desperately wanted not to stop. This was the first time in my life that I had managed to turn a planned and deliberate wetting into a genuine accident brought about by a fright, and the loss of control felt amazing. Tears of relief and pleasure filled my eyes as my dick became a high pressure hose hissing out warm liquid to envelop my crotch and flow down my thighs and calves into my sandals, and splattering noisily around my feet. At that moment I heard some more laughter coming from the girls camp - most likely unrelated to my situation, I knew - but in the moment I imagined to myself that they had noticed, and I could feel my face flushing in the dark as I envisioned them giggling as they watched me flood my shorts like a frightened little boy. My commitment to drama in this moment was total, and after probably 90 seconds of helplessly soaking my swimshorts I collapsed onto my knees in fulfillment of my fantasy. To my surprise, there was no puddle around where I was kneeling. The sand seemed to have taken all the evidence and absorbed everything. I was a bit disappointed because I had been eager to see how much I had managed to get out. I half hoped one of the girls might come over to see if I was alright only to catch me in obviously pissed pants, but of course, none of them did. My thongs squished and squeaked under my feet as I made my way back to the house. The wetness having gone cold wasn't an altogether bad feeling, and I stopped a couple of times to re-wet myself on the way back home as my bladder filled up again under the influence of the alcohol. That felt good, too, but none of it matched that perfect moment I got to have with my unwitting witnesses who would never know the absolute flooding they'd witnessed. I was still buzzing with excitement when I got back to the house. I had completely pissed my pants in 'fear' not 100m away from a bunch of drunk girls (who we later went on to meet, but that's another story). I couldn't even be 100% sure that they hadn't seen what had happened. I stepped into the shower and didn't even strip down before I'd started to play with myself. That was one hell of a beach walk.
  9. hal_jordan

    Wetting my white boxers

    Had been holding my entire ride home. Had to pee pretty bad. Felt good to let go. VID_20190507_163450.mp4
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    This is an omorashi doujinshi featuring Ralsei from Deltarune. Scans made by me, sorry if they aren't perfect. Made by this artist from pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=336458 The entire thing is in Japanese, but the images are nice. If anyone would like to translate it, it would be much appreciated!

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  11. P.C. Pietaster

    Desperate boxer briefs wetting

    Version 1.0.0

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    I was super desperate. It was starting to hurt so I decided to have some fun in my new favorite pair of boxers and let ya'll watch. Theres masturbation towards the end so I uploaded a second clip with no nudity for those who prefer it.

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  12. HarryC

    Bursting Burglars

    This is very loosely based on a thing that happened to me and a friend of mine while setting up for someone's surprise birthday party. I've taken a lot of liberties to make it hopefully more interesting. Enjoy! --- Emily needs a wee. She has to pee right now. She is quivering and sweating with desperation, focusing on nothing other than keeping her painfully full bladder's contents inside her. To make matters worse, she is sat on the toilet, fully clothed, lid down, with Jonny staring right at her. "Are you ok, Em?" He asks, wondering if she is just nervous or in the same predicament as him. Jonny is in dire need of relief. His bladder is uncomfortably heavy and all he can think about is pushing Emily off the toilet and letting a flood gush out of his penis into the bowl. "Yeah, I'm fine thanks, Jonny" she lies. "You?" "Yeah I'm fine too. You sure you're ok? You look kind of like you have to pee." "Maybe a little, but I can hold it until we get out of here." She lies again. They've been hiding in this bathroom for 2 hours now, waiting for the unexpected homeowner to leave so they can continue with their burglary. "Are you sure?" Asks Jonny. "There's no problem in going in here, just keep it quiet and don't flush." Jonny resists the urge to grab his cock as his bladder screams and he dribbles a into his black jeans. "No thank you. I'm a big girl. I can hold it." Emily sticks a hand firmly between her legs, pretending to demonstrate her point but actually glad of the feeling of security the pressure against her peehole gives her. "Ok, look. What I'm trying to say is I need a wee," Blushes Jonny, "and I'm going to have to go before we leave this bathroom so you're going to have to.." he stops. A spasm hits his bladder, a spurt soaking his underwear. "Oh my God, did you just pee!?" Emily half mocks, half rages. "Sit on this toilet right now. We can't have you pissing DNA all over this bathroom floor." She stands up against her own bladder's protestations, her prodigious bladder control keeping her knickers dry against all odds. Emily throws the toilet lid up, grabbing Jonny by the belt and undoing it for him, unaware of the extra pressure she is putting on his bladder and the agony it causes him as he struggles to keep the last tiny bit of control he has. "Pee!" She orders as she pulls his soaked boxers down from his slowly leaking penis and pushes him down onto the seat. Jonny's bladder needs no encouragement. An ocean of urine forces its way out of him. He shivers and lets out a low groan as the weight of a whole day's worth of pee vanishes, coursing through his cock with an orgasmic feeling. He is barely aware of the woman in front of him desperately squirming to keep her panties dry. "Thank you." He stutters. "I needed that. I can't believe I just lost control like a little boy. Sure you can still hold it until we're out of here, big girl?" He winks. Emily's dancing leaves nothing to his imagination. "At least I'm still dry." She brags. "Can you stand up before I disgrace myself too please?" Jonny pulls his sodden underwear up, grimacing at the wetness against his genitals. "Come on, come on." Emily impatiently taps her feet, her urinary sphincter spasming as she tries desperately to stay dry for a few more seconds. Just as Jonny moves out of the way she feels her control go. Her numb, heavy bladder has given up and she panics, pulling her leggings and knickers down before Jonny has even stepped away from the toilet. "No. Stop!" Jonny commands. "The DNA!" The shock somehow gets her control back. Her legs shake, her exposed genitals quivering with the herculean effort of keeping back the flood. She spins and sits. Her distended bladder voids without permission, hot urine spraying into the porcelain throne at last. She grins, looking down at her pristine panties. "See, told you I could hold it!"
  13. Hello guys and gals. It's me again, the guy with the weird fetish as suggested by my username. Today I present a scenario that would turn me on, but I supposed I will never muster to courage or have the required conditions to actually experience it in real life. However I'd love to maybe swap to a fantasy realm or another reality, to live it out for a day, a full to bursting day under the control of another kinky boy or girl. Today I think about, what is it like for me to be voluntarily locking myself up in a tight, fit underwear that would not allow my member to move or struggle its way out, and holding any and all of my urine for the day. I'd see another boy or a girl, maybe one that's a little bit naughty and flirty but nothing too cruel or mean, who shares the fetish and will make me behave. As a straight male, naturally I'd prefer a girl do it but in my imagination, a soft, maybe bisexual boy in control would still turn me on for the aspect of being willing submissive, too. In the morning of that day, I'd put my straps on and take a picture of my secured crotch to send to them for proof. We would meet up before work, out in a coffee shop, where they would have me drink a sizable portion for starter. They would tell me that I am to be good and behave myself, keep to my word, "to hold for an entire day and not try to take off underwear". They'd say "Lucky day for you, now you don't have to use the dirty office/school toilets anymore", "Don't you feel good thinking about how all that liquid is going to stay in your body? I do.", and "I think it's going to test your limits. Just don't be too fidgety or people may ask.". They'd also tease about how secured and trapped my urinary organs are, and the length of my hold, while I'd sip my drink. (to be continued...)
  14. themerger

    malefemale Cooling down during run

    Thankful for a day off this past Saturday, I decided to run in the woods near my current living space. I had to run about a mile to reach the wooded area, through which a series of trails have been constructed and maintained by students and staff at a local university. I could already feel my bladder seeking release upon reaching the woods, and was thankful that- with it being around 5:30 PM- there were not a lot of people in the fields by the trails (e.g no athletic practices). I bound into the woods and noticed that the trails had not changed immensely over the last decade, some taking me by areas I used to frequent surreptitiously as a pot-smoking teenager. This time, I was in need of privacy for my bladder's sake. However, I wanted to explore new parts of the trail and get more exercise yet. So I continued on to the newer board walks covering the marsh land on the other side of the woods, where I started to see more joggers and some people strolling. I reached the end of the trail network at it's natural boundary of a small but intractable creek. Thus, I made my way back to the trail head- one of many, for what must have been only a mile radius of woods. However, I was really bursting and felt it safe enough to let go. Not wanting to soak my relatively new, hiking sneakers, I squatted beside the trail and relinquished all control. Urine gushed through my navy blue shorts and red boxer briefs in a cascade that flowed down a rocky slope away from the trail. It felt amazing to wet without inhibition, though I was vigilant to make sure no one was coming up or down the trail towards my position; had anyone approached, they would've most certainly seen me stand up, but perhaps not seen a direct flow if I were to have immediately started running. As I walked back the mile-and-a-half to my residence, the warmth of my freshly wet shorts cooled refreshingly and made me wonder if anyone driving or jogging up from behind me could see my saturated bottom. Either way, I think I now know how to keep cool on a warm, Spring run.
  15. Red Simpson

    pee holding contest

    Hey would anyone be interested to a pee holding contest with me, let me know if you want to get involved and we can discuss rules and such.
  16. The Dedication For @Bangarang - you asked for a woman hogging the bathroom while a man really needs to get in there. Well the original story I started writing is still a Work-In-Progress - but this one kinda fits your prompt. So till Karen's Karma gets here, I hope you enjoy this ? The Desperation Scale I decided to define my scale in terms of what a person with an average bladder and no shyness would do at this fullness on a long road trip - that's a situation we can all sympathize with after all. And I started at 5, because who cares about fullness till they actually need to pee? 5 - You would stop at the first rest stop you see on the way 6 - You google the nearest rest stop and drive there, even if it is not in the way 7 - You look for the fastest option - a deserted road will do. 8 - You're going behind the next largish bush you see. 9 - Bursting. You will pull over to piss right now - modesty be damned. 10 - The only reason you're still holding is because there's a cop waiting to ticket you for sex crime if you pull it out. You've minutes before it comes out, with or without your permission. The Story Kyle had always thought his large bladder was a blessing. Even as a kid, his natural capacity had saved him embarrassment a load of times. In his early adulthood, he had recognized the benefits of being able to delay taking a piss - from never missing a minute of concerts and football matches, to being able to calmly outwait your opponent at negotiations, never needing to succumb to a bursting bladder was a brilliant superpower. As a result, he had gone about improving his bladder capacity - and at 25, he rarely, if ever, peed more than twice a day. He would take a piss after he woke up around 6am - to start the day nice and empty. Then he would go on his daily 4km run - the flat abdomen, the toned legs and trim build didn't come easy after all. Shower, breakfast with the inevitable cup of coffee, and then cycle an hour to office. By the time he reached office, he has usually consumed at least a litre of water thanks to all the exercises. He keeps well hydrated through out the day - mostly on water. By the time he is done with his day, typically around 4pm, his bladder feels stretched out. 10hrs and 3 liters of liquids would do that to a man. He still waits till he gets home though - why use dirty urinals if you can use a clean one? After years of practice, his bladder capacity is around 2 litres - and he usually pees between 1500-1600mL once he gets home. So no, he is never really desperate - though he is often uncomfortably full, a throbbing sensation in his lower abdomen accompanying him home every evening. A man in the middle of 7/10 zone you could say. Even on the days he goes out drinking with his mates in the evening, he rarely needs to pee before bed. He waits till morning - never liked giving in to his bladder anyway. So yeah, he had the peeing thing all figured out. Till right about now.He had picked up Ruby, his girlfriend, from the airport directly after office yesterday. Taken her to a nice, romantic dinner. Gone dancing and bar hopping afterwards. Had a great time actually.Knowing he wouldn't get home till at least 10pm, he had policed his liquid intake throughout the day - determined to avoid using a public toilet. Not that he had to police it too much - especially later in the night he had drunk with abandon, knowing his bladder will make it home safe. Under a lot of pressure, but safe. And the plan had worked out perfectly fine. Really, it had.He had delayed taking his morning piss till after his run. If truth be told, he was bursting by the time he made it back - he could feel the pee sloshing around his bladder with each step he took by then. Apparently his body wasn't used to holding so early in the morning. But he had made it through the 4kms and didn't exactly have to rush to the toilet. There might have been frequent stops to cross his legs and squeeze his dick shut during the run. But there was no one to see anyway. And the pleasure when his bladder finally relaxed properly (30 seconds that felt like hours) and the pee started gushing out of him, deflating his bladder? That could only be described as orgasmic! As a man who permitted himself to pee only twice a day, Kyle knew how underrated the pleasure of a much needed pee was. He quickly crossed his legs, groaning softly, as pain shot through his bladder. Thinking of your last piss, while almost pissing yourself, is a terrible idea. He kneaded his dick, hoping he could last till the bathroom was free. Probably for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure he would. His entire length was tingling with the need to pee - he has never been this desperate in his life. But then, he has never gone 24 hours without a pee either.He gulped down his pride and knocked on the door. "Hey, you nearly done?" he managed to croak in a trembling voice"Someone's impatient" came Ruby's teasing response.Oh, if only she knew! He couldn't even stand straight - the weight of his bladder pulling him down. He had been standing here, legs crossed, bent double, hands firmly on his crotch, for nearly 10minutes now. Hearing the shower running was torture for Kyle's poor bladder. But he couldn't move away - he had barely managed to walk the 20 steps from his bed to the bathroom without wetting himself. If he had to move his legs even an inch apart, he would wet himself. He just knew it."Babe, I really need to pee" he admitted. He had never had to admit to a need to pee - even as a child, his parents would be the ones admitting a need and taking a rest stop before he became too desperate. But desperate times call for desperate means. He was minutes away from completely wetting himself. By a miracle he hadn't leaked yet - probably the finger against his pee-hole helped (After 5 minutes of waiting outside the door, he had bid goodbye to decorum and kept a finger busy firmly rubbing the tip of his cock. He was naked and cluctching his dick for dear life anyway. What difference would a finger make! The friction had felt heavenly. But the relief had been short-lived - his bladder was way over capacity)"Well, should have peed before bed" she responded a little sarcastically.Ya, he should have. Any normal human being would have. But for the first time, his large bladder had gotten him in to trouble. After that orgasmic morning pee, he had restricted his liquid intake throughout the working day. As a result, when 4pm came around, he was a 5/10 rather than his normal 6/10, inching towards 7/10. When he sat down for dinner at 6:30pm, he was still doing pretty well - just a 6/10. The two glasses of wine and two of water accompanying dinner notwithstanding, when Ruby excused herself to go pee before they left, he hadn't been tempted at all. He was just entering the 7/10 zone - he would be fine.He had let himself drink freely once they went to the disco - he knew the movement would work in his favor if he did start needing a pee, and he would be home soon. By 9:30pm he was at a solid 8/10. Thank goodness for dancing and superb bladder control. His spinchter had no problem holding back the waves - though without his training, or if he was forced to be absolutely still with legs spread apart, he would probably have wet himself.Ruby had excused herself again, but Kyle had decided to reduce his drinking rather than give in to his urges. He couldn't refuse to drink completely - after all, bar hopping had been the point - but he refused the beers and went for shots. 15ml, even drank 5 times, is a lot less than 750.However the diuretic effects were not. As his bladder could attest right now - after they had 7 or 8 hours of sleep to work their "wonder".Still, when they stumbled home at 10:30pm, Kyle had been in control. Ruby had waddled quickly to the toilet - murmuring she was "bursting for a wee". Kyle, in spite of his bladder reaching a very uncomfortable 9/10, had been a gentleman and let her go first. Entering their bedroom, he had merely rubbed his lower abdomen and promised it relief soon. There was a dull ache and a steady pressure at the base of his penis and he had to keep his thighs close together - but he was literally 20 steps away from a toilet. And not like he was unused to controlling his bladder. What could go wrong?Well, a lot actually. Kneading his dick wasn't doing it any more, neither was frantically rubbing against his pee-hole. He could feel a few drops slide out of his tightly clenched spinchter and rush across his urethra. He could feel the dampness against his fingers. Fuck, he couldn't believe this - he was wetting himself!With every ounce of will power he had, he managed to stop the flow. The pain in his rock hard bladder was intense. The waves that hit the base of his dick every few seconds, felt like someone was beating his bladder with a hammer. He looked around the room, looking for any receptacle that would hold at least some of the pee waiting to gush out. Unfortunately there was none. Fortunately though, the shower had stopped - Ruby must come out soon. But he didn't have more than a minute left in him. As he had found out during his "training", once he started leaking, it was impossible for him to stop, or hold back for longer than a minute or two.Oh, why hadn't he peed last night? Oh yes, the curse of a large bladder.As he changed in to pyjamas, his bladder had gratefully bulged outwards, finally free of the restricting jeans. He was so used to his jeans digging in to his bladder, he hadn't even consciously noted the pressure till it was removed. His need to pee immediately reduced back to 8/10 - apparently as a thank you from his overworked bladder. Or, given later events, may be a fuck you.Ruby had come out looking much relieved and enveloped him in a hug. The hug had escalated to frantic kissing - the kissing becoming slow and lingering only once the clothes had come off. All thoughts of peeing had disappeared in the ectasy of finally having her close again (and having space for his bladder to expand hadn't hurt). Sparks had flown on their bed for the next hour - he could swear to that.What hadn't flown out was the veritable flood in his bladder. When they had finally collapsed in each other's arms, he had felt a sharp jolt from his bladder, reminding him of the long held back piss. But he had Ruby in his arms, and it was warm, and post-sex cuddles were the best thing in the universe. Though he was at a 9/10 by then, he knew he could wait some more. Crossing his legs and manouevering his bloated bladder to a slightly more comfortable position he had decided to wait "just 5 more minutes".And fallen asleep. He had woken up with a very desperate urge to pee, at 6:30am. Today. Almost 24 hours worth of pee hammering against his spinchter, demanding to be let loose. He could barely think straight in his desperation - instinct guiding his hands to his cock, rubbing frantically, trying to gain some semblance of control. It was a miracle he didn't wet the bed - he had consumed five or six litres of liquids and not peed in 24hours. His bladder had definitely exceeded its 2L capacity. It had taken a few minutes for the wave to subside enough to let get out of bed. Every movement was tortuous for his over filled bladder. Even when he was training himself to hold, he had never been this desperate. It was definitely a 10/10, and only his extremely well trained muscles had kept him from pissing all over the bed and floor.He had bent double as soon as he stood up - the sudden pull of gravity nearly overcoming his tenuous hold of the floodgates. His bladder bulge was prominent and huge - made even more obvious since he hadn't bothered putting on clothes last night. He had hobbled his way to the toilet, stopping every two steps to grab himself or hold up his rock hard bladder. After what felt like hours, he had found his hand against the door knob. Looking immensely forward to the white porcelain throne, he had turned the knob. That's when he had heard the shower running and almost pissed himself again. Fuck, he couldn't believe it - after holding for almost 24-hours, his body really wasn't in a state to hold it till Ruby finished her shower. He almost screamed in frustration. Oh, he needed to pee so so bad! How could life be so unfair?He really should have splurged on the 2-bathroom apartment, he thought ruefully as he hopped from foot to foot trying to maintain some semblance of control. He thought about begging Ruby to open the door - but his pride and shame took over, and he settled for a frantic pee dance and grinding his cock against his thigh, in a desperate attempt to hold on. It wasn't doing him much good though. After 5 minutes of hearing that shower run, his desperation increased further. He hadn't thought it was possible - but now he could feel a constant wall of pressure at the base of his dick, the litres of hot piss waiting to come out. That's when he had given in and started rubbing the tip of his penis - gaining a tiny little bit of relief.Another 5 minutes had passed before he gave in and knocked. He knew he was minutes away from losing control completely - his bloated bladder producing a constant sharp ache, even though he was bent double and clenching every single muscle. He felt like there was a ton of bricks in his abdomen. There were tears in his eyes from the pain of holding a day worth of piss in. He thought he would piss any second, he thought of the exquisite relief it would bring. He nearly lost it, till conditioning and shame brought him back to reality and he focused his mind on keeping just one muscle tight. And that was 5 minutes ago now. As his fingers dampened from his leak, he croacked out "Please Ruby, I can't wait a second longer".He thought he could feel the over worked muscles loosening, slowly being forced apart, as the litres of piss dug out an escape route, cheered on by the vice-like pressure inside the bladder. If Ruby didn't open up, they would have a huge mess on the bedroom floor to clean up. Even a large bladder has a finite capacity!Something about his voice must have gotten the urgency through, because Ruby opened the door almost immediately - water dripping from her still wet body. Bent double in pain, Kyle couldn't see the concern on her face - he could think of nothing but the toilet as another few drops dribbled out. He just about managed to make it inside the bathroom as drops of pee escaped his fingers and pattered to the floor."Shit, I am sorry babe. Didn't realize it was this bad. Should have said something sooner!" Ruby apologized guiltily. Kyle couldn't even answer - every ounce of his mental power was concentrated on keeping his spinchter locked till he reached the toilet.Every step was agony - even the mincing steps he took jolted his bladder. He dimly heard Ruby saying "babe, just let it go! It's okay, I will clean it up. Just, just pee" - she could see the extreme pain he was in. But he continued stubbornly towards the toilet in slow motion, leaving only a trail of yellow drops behind him.Finally, finally he had reached the promised land. He couldn't even stand up straight - he just hunched over the toilet bowl, balancing with a hand against the flush tank and let his muscles relax. Only a few drops came out, his spinchter not believing it actually had permission to unlock. He cried out in frustration - the pain was insane, and yet here he was was getting only drops of relief.Ruby walked up to him and gently laid a hand against his shoulder. "When was the last time you peed?""7 o'clock." He croaked out. "Yesterday morning" he added through clenched teeth, as he tried forcing his muscles to relax."What!?" was the only response a shell shocked Ruby could muster."Large bladder" Kyle responded sarcastically.As Ruby rubbed soothing circles on his back, his spinchter finally relaxed enough to let a spurt out. And then another. He sighed in relief, though the relatively tiny amounts of pee leaving his bladder didn't reduce the pressure one bit. At least it was better than drops. It took a full 2 minutes before he started peeing with full force, Ruby watching the golden stream erupt from his thick penis in utter awe, hands stilled in surprise at the sheer force of the waterfall. The toilet water was frothing where it hit, little splashbacks hitting Kyle as he sprayed a gusher all over the toilet bowl. He couldn't care less - the relief was exquisite. Not like he could have slowed the stream, even if he had tried. He continued peeing at full force for 30s before his bladder even softened - and it took a good two minutes before his bladder bulge disappeared. He could feel his bladder deflate, the pain reducing as the pee flowed away - though he knew from experience the dull ache wouldn't go away for quite a while afterwards. He could live with that.A minute later, the stream had reduced to a trickle and Kyle could stand up straight again. Ruby kissed him on the mouth as his pee continued to trickle out in to the toilet bowl - the water level a good few inches above normal. When his bladder finally emptied after 24 hours, and Ruby deepened the kiss, Kyle decided Heaven did indeed exist on Earth. The Desperate Cry for Feedback You know the drill ? Please leave your comments and feedback - what worked for you, what didn't? Did you like it? Was the change of tense/time confusing? I am always looking to improve my writing!
  17. desperatewet

    John and Briana: Traffic

    Briana sighs at the seemingly endless traffic in front of her. The trip is supposed to take an hour. They are supposed to be home by now. But no luck. She and her boyfriend, John, have gone to the beach for the day as a celebration of the beginning of summer and the completion of a year of community college. Also, nearly a year of them being together as a couple. Though they have been friends for much longer. They are still wearing their bathing suits. She has hers covered with a t shirt and shorts. He is wearing his swim trunks and a t shirt. She looks over at him. He is fast asleep. It has been a tiring day, but a fun one. They ran along the beach, swam, ate ice cream at the little ice cream shop. She notices that he is shifting in his sleep. A nightmare? He has those sometimes. Or does he need to pee? She wonders if she should wake him. But before she can, he wakes up on his own. He shoots upright, and he quickly reaches to hold himself. So he does need to go. And badly, by the looks of it. He looks at the crawling traffic with a look of panic on his face. “We need to stop. Really soon.” He says. He feels like his pee will come out any second. He would have wet himself already if he hadn't woken up right then. He doesn't like to admit it, but he still wets the bed occasionally. Maybe once every couple of months. Especially if he's really tired. He keeps a mattress protector on the bed and it's not too much of a problem. “There isnt a place to stop for several miles,” Briana tells him. And the traffic is really crawling. “Can you hold it?” she asks. “Not for long” he says, worried. She has seen him have several accidents throughout the years of their friendship, most of them when he was in elementary school and too shy to ask permission to go from the teacher. A few are more recent. When he wet himself on the way home from a field trip in middle school. On the starting line of a cross country meet once, in high school. (The team had been running late and the bathroom lines were long. He hadn't had a chance to go before his race). That time his zipper got stuck and he wet himself in the bathroom at school. Luckily it was the end of the day. And that time at her house, when they went swimming. That was the day they became a couple. He knows she won't judge him if he has an accident. Hey, she even had an accident of her own a few months ago at the movie theater. But that doesn't mean he wants to have an accident in his girlfriend’s car. Briana sees that he can’t sit still at all. Both hands are gripping himself now. “Just try, okay?” she says. He nods. A minute later, he feels his shorts get a little damp. The traffic shows no sign of clearing. “I really have to go!” He says. “I already went a little” he admits. Briana looks around for something he can pee in. But there is nothing. No bottles. No cups. Nothing. She looks at him sympathetically. A few minutes later, he gasps a little as more comes out. She looks at him and sees it. There is a little damp patch on the seat now. With difficulty, he stops the flow. “I really can’t hold it.” He says. “It'll all come out any second. I really dont wanna ruin your seat.” “Dont worry about it” she says. Then she spots their beach towels in the back seat. She reaches back and grabs one. “Here” she says. “Sit on this. Then it won’t matter if you can't hold it.” He shifts around and puts it on the seat, then holds himself again. She focuses on the road, crawls forward a few more inches. She looks at him again. He spurts frequently. His hands and the towel are damp. But he stops it each time. It looks painful. “Its okay” she tells him. No. He has to hold it, he thinks, though he knows by this time that it is futile. There is no way he can make it to a bathroom or even out of the car. A moment later, his muscles give out completely. A trickling sound fills the car as he pees full force. When its over, his face is red, and the towel and his shorts are soaked, but he has to admit that he feels better. “Sorry” he tells Briana. “Shh. Its okay.” She tells him. “No harm done. Your shorts will dry fast and the towel caught most of it.” She smiles at Him and he smiles back. He thinks for probably the millionth time how much he loves her. And, at that moment, the traffic finally begins to clear.
  18. Isn’t it strange how we are all innately shy about asking to use someone else’s bathroom? I mean we all know they have one, we all need to go regularly yet there seems to be some social taboo about asking to use someone’s smallest room for what is a necessary daily function. On the other hand that creates a few scenarios that lovers of desperation, like us, can enjoy. It also means that I fondly remember each and every time anyone has asked to use my bathroom. Here are a few of those events: My church friend. Elizabeth was a regular at my house. By regular I mean every two or three days. She wasn't working and was lonely and rather much the clingy kind of person who comes a little too often and stays longer than you might prefer. Even so it was still rare for her to ask to use the bathroom and she did live just five minutes walk away so I guess there was never really a need. She was, however, comfortable enough to regularly put the kettle on and help herself to biscuits! One afternoon though I was busy doing housework in my kitchen when I heard the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone and I was sure for once it would not be Elizabeth as she was a single parent of two young kids and school was due out in about 15 minutes. I made my way through the kitchen, through the living room and out to the front door. The set up of that house was rather unusual in that the only bathroom was downstairs and right opposite the front door! As I had been washing floors etc the door was wide open to allow the floor to dry. I opened the door to find Elizabeth standing there with one hand frantic between her legs, jumping up and down, bent over, jiggling about from one foot to the other and generally looking like she had not used a bathroom in so long she was about to flood my front garden and porch! I had never in my life seen her in such a state. Despite it being absolutely obvious what she may be wanting by calling at my door I acted shocked and ignorant as she continued to try and stay calm and tell me what she wanted. She danced frantically about with one hand between her legs, quickly followed by both hands there as she said she had been visiting a friend at hospital then had to get a bus back and she had been on the bus almost half an hour so bursting for the toilet and that she was running late to pick her kids up but she was passing my house and just absolutely, urgently, so desperately HAD to find a bathroom as she needed to pee so so bad it was dribbling down her legs! Of course I stood to the side and watched as she hobbled into the toilet that she had been facing all that time and I just stood there listening as she kicked the door shut and peed for over two minutes! Of course when she came out I offered to run her in my car to get her kids as they were only 5 and 8 and I was concerned about them getting out of school with no-one there for them! She came out so relieved yet so embarrassed looking and from then on she came to visit a little less often. The salesman This was in the same house. It was number 113 and was the very last house in the street. Behind the house was a huge grass area that lead to another housing estate and there were pathways leading in several directions. While it may have been the last house in the street it was a semi-detached house on a corner with a crescent running along perpendicular to the main one we were on. The main road was at the opposite end of the street so any salesmen, postmen, or delivery drivers etc always started at the main road entrance and worked their way into the scheme. After my house you had a dead end so you would have to do an about turn to head out again. I loved the quietness of that end of the scheme and it meant I had the biggest front corner garden with a huge front drive compared to everyone else. Anyway, as I said, anyone targeting the houses for sales or religion or so forth would have been doing so for several hours before they got to my house. One evening I was sitting watching TV in my lounge when I could see two people walking down my drive. It was still just daylight and I was home alone. I was not concerned at all about opening the door back then so when the bell rang I got up and went to open the door. I knew they were salespeople of some sort but I didn’t like to be rude and guessed they had been out for a while by this time of night so at least decided I should hear them out. They had a well rehearsed speech going on between them both and what seemed like a genuine rapport. What I did notice right away though was that one of them, a young man in his twenties with neatly trimmed hair, smart suit trousers, a shirt, tie and company issue waistcoat on, seemed very distracted. He was looking around the back of my house, looking at a tree beside my porch lots and shifting about from foot to foot. I wondered if he perhaps had a rather full bladder but I was soon to find out for definite. The two of them continued on with their well worn sales pitch but this one gent was seemingly struggling more and more. He was stepping on and off my small porch like some sort of rhythmic dance and then pausing to cross his legs then start the up and down the step routine again. He then leaned on my porch and tapped his foot rhythmically up and down, all the time spouting out about double glazing or roofs or whatever he was trying to sell me. Finally after about 15 minutes their pitch came to an end and they asked if I had considered whatever it was blah blah and would I like a quote for this or that. To be honest I was far too transfixed by mr handsome who was making me very horny with his desperation dance on my doorstep and the only thing I wanted to do was delay them to see what might happen next! I am sure the site of my bathroom door opposite with the obvious door sign saying ‘bathroom’ was taunting him even more too. I couldn’t resist saying I HAD been considering those new windows, or whatever and they really were making me think that my current set up was long due a rethink. I never buy from sales people at my door but there was no harm in chatting to them just a little longer now was there? I was so turned on now. My nipples were hard and erect, my pussy lips were swollen and moist and my body was so responsive. The man in front of me was dying for a pee, he was handsome, same age as me approximately and driving me wild. Of course I knew there was only so long they would stay and then they began their closure of taking my details, address and so on. My porch had a small wall to lean on so the bursting boy was trying to write my details down leaning on this tiled area. By now he was really struggling and as he leaned slightly forwards and down he slid one hand in front of his trousers in hope the porch wall would hide him and he was clearly holding himself as he jigged and bounced his legs. His colleague was asking me the relevant questions as desperate salesboy tried holding back his bladder and writing simultaneously. I smiled as his colleague asked if he was ok. A fool could see he was on the verge of peeing himself at a young ladies doorstep while working but the desperate man just moaned back which sent shivers through me. Finally the standing still man asked his utterly desperate friend if there was any questions he had forgotten to ask me to which suddenly the young man turned and faced me, pen and paper abandoned on my tiled porch, both his hands clutching his penis for dear life, bend over and with tears behind his eyes, he looked right into my eyes and asked so politely ‘Could I possibly use your bathroom madam?’ I smiled, looked deep into his eyes and winked at him. ‘Of course, be my guest.’ And I pointed to the door in front. Now to say that man peed would be an understatement indeed! I heard every millilitre come out and the sigh of relief he expressed too. I was almost having an orgasm in my pants! He came out and thanked me and they went on their way. As they walked down my drive I heard bursting boy telling his mate how he had never had to piss like that in his life and that he had started going while writing my details down. I locked the door, drew my living room curtains and masterbated immediately lying on my couch replaying what I had just seen. I never did buy what they were selling but they are welcome back at my door anytime!
  19. View File Bedwetting dream for the lovely omo ladies :) Caption this: Feeling on the streak where I just really love that warm feeling and want to show off for any who may appreciate. Tried to do a dream one where I was at a party and the line was too long in front of all the girls. Didn't talk loud enough I realize lol. Still hope you enjoy the wetting. And that leg game 😉 Now I'm in a diaper because that's what happens when naughty boys can't be trusted to keep the sheets dry 😈 Submitter DarthBane93 Submitted 05/03/2019 Category Bedwetting  
  20. Well, this one came to mind, and is, now that I think about it, the third time I used a teapot in my preschool as a makeshift toilet. I feel sorry for that teapot, but well, when you gotta go, plus it doesn't have feelings. My morning started off fairly usual. Wake up in bed at around 5 or so. I quietly played some video games, barely caring about the condition of my diaper as part of me was still asleep. After my mom woke up, she gave me my breakfast, which was oatmeal and a bottle of milk. After that, my mom changed me out of my used night diaper, and into a fresh one, before getting me dressed for the day. As it was a bit on the warmer side, today I was dressed in a pair of a shorts and a T-shirt. The shorts had a garter, and could easily be tugged on and off, whether to use the bathroom, or to change my diaper, etc. Well, we arrived a bit early to the preschool, about five or so minutes. With that little extra time, my mom took me to the YMCA lobby's bathroom (the lobby area was pretty damn big, and seemed even bigger to my 5 year old self), to try and go. I still wasn't yet comfortable with the bathrooms at the YMCA, having barely used them for their intended purposes (If I didn't use the toilet, I'd at least pretend to) After a moment of sitting on the toilet, and only a tiny dribble of pee coming out, my mom rediapered me, and asked if I could try and use the bathroom while I was there, to which I said that I would try. After my mom dropped me off, I greeted the teacher, who, as I did not know her name, let's call her Mrs. Winters. She was a woman in, at least, her late twenties. She had two aides, one a bit older, the other around the same age, and began doing some arts and crafts. While I was doodling a picture with some crayons, I felt a familiar pressure building up, well, two pressures. I got up, and went over to a little Playskool house. Once inside, I slid my shorts down, and undid my diaper. In my five year old mind, I guessed this would help me in keeping up with what my mom had asked of me, and because this was the only diaper I had brought with me. Stashing it under one of the chairs, I fixed my shorts, and headed back out. A little while after, I began feeling a tad bit desperate. Even though I was quite potty trained by that point, my muscles were still developing. As I was doing some arts and crafts once more, I began holding my crotch with one hand, the other holding the crayon, while I pressed my butt into the colorful plastic seat, to try and keep both my bladder and bowels in check. I spurted out a bit, warming my hand a tad, as my bladder spasmed a bit. Getting up, and now walking swiftly, but cautiously, trying to avoid unloading into my shorts (At least in view of everyone.), I began looking for either a quiet place to fill my shorts, or a place to go in. I knew I wouldn't make it to the bathroom (Which were on the other end of the room for me, and again, wasn't yet comfortable with non-home bathrooms yet, at least not when my mom or the like wasn't around), and even if I could make it back to the Playskool play house, I don't think I would have been able to hold it in to fully put my diaper on. That is when I saw it. Sitting on a shelf, I grabbed the well worn tea pot, and set it down. Making sure no one was looking, I tugged my shorts down, just enough to go, plopped down, and used it as a makeshift toilet. Satisfied, I closed the lid, and set it aside. That done, I went back to the Playskool playhouse, and rediapered myself. And now, even though its past, a Halloween wetting. Now this occurred in first grade. I was going as Tuxedo Mask, from Sailor Moon. Or rather, a makeshift Tuxedo Mask costume out of what my mom and I could find around the house. Well anyway, this little incident occured around the time of the costume parade. Basically, the classes would make a sort of square in the courtyard, and each class of the eight grades, so about 16 classes in total, would walk around the square for a minute or two, showing off their costumes to the rest of the school. Anyway, as my class was one of the firsts to get let out for this, we had to wait for the other, like, twelve or so classes to get into the circle. It was during this time that I felt a twinge in my bladder, but put it off. As my class was started the walk about, my need to pee rose. Letting go, I miscalculated how much I needed to pee, and my Pull-Up leaked a bit. Not too noticeable, but enough that it trailed down my legs a bit
  21. I like to do bar trivia, and back in the last city I lived in, I was in a very successful team (we ended up winning the city championship). But this story isn't about that, it's about an event that occurred after one of the games. After the trivia games I would go to the bus stop right outside the bar, and if I caught the right bus, it conveniently took me straight home in 10 minutes. If I took the wrong bus, though, it would be 30 minutes waiting, plus 45 minutes on the bus, plus a walk at the end. One thing that complicated things was that the right bus usually arrived right as the trivia game was ending, so if I wanted to catch that bus, it meant running to the stop the moment the game ended. No time for a bathroom break. That night it had been pouring rain all day, but the rain was finally starting to ease off. We won our trivia match. I had a tradition of keeping the note sheet on nights we won (I have a pile of them), so I kept the note sheet. As soon as the trivia ended, I checked the bus schedule on my phone. The bus was arriving immediately, and as I looked out the window, sure enough there it was. I had to pee, but not urgently, so I decided to make a run for the bus anyway, and just barely made it. I sat in the back like I usually do, not worried because I figured I could make it through the ten minute ride easily. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be ten minutes -- the rains had flooded many of the streets of the city, including the road that the bus normally used. As we approached the turn onto that road, a police blockade redirected the bus onto another street, the one taken by the bus that takes 45 minutes instead. Luckily, this bus ignored most of the stops on this road, since it was an express bus. But, then there was another police blockade, turning us onto a series of small residential streets. I was starting to worry at this point. The beer from the bar was moving to my bladder quickly, and the rain outside wasn't helping. Luckily, most of the people in the bus were near the front, distracted with complaining to the bus driver as if he could do something about the closed roads. So, I could hold myself without being noticed. After about an hour of snaking the long way around the city, the bus finally arrived just as the rain finally stopped. But, it was at the other bus's stop, because of the route the bus took. I quickly left the bus before anyone could notice that I was holding myself the whole way. The rain ending at this point was good and bad. Good, in that I didn't have to walk in the rain. Bad, in that I had to pee so urgently I wasn't sure if I could make it, and if I were already wet from the pouring rain, well... So, I ran to the door of my apartment complex, holding myself the whole way. I got to the door, and had to fumble with my keys to find the right one. I got into the building without leaking, and then into the main hallway, where the mailboxes are. By force of habit, I checked my mail (*shakes fist at force of habit*). That was when I realized that I was in more trouble than I thought. I then ran to my apartment door, leaking a few times on the way. At my apartment door I had to fumble with my keys again, and the leaks turned to spurts. My underwear was wet at this point, and it just starting to show on my pants. I got into my apartment, and without even closing the door, ran to the bathroom. But, it was too late. The instant I saw the toilet, I started peeing full force into my pants. I struggled to unbutton my pants, and then pulled out my penis, and somehow got it stuck on the bottom of my shirt, soaking it (hey, alcohol was involved...). I finally managed to pee the remainder into the toilet. I inspected the damage and there was a lot of it. My pants were soaked, my shirt was wet almost up to the chest. And in this condition I realized I still had not closed the front door of my apartment. So, I sheepishly looked into the living room to see if I could see anyone in the hallway, then I went and closed the door. I still had the note sheet from the trivia tucked under my arm. It was the only dry thing on me. edit: Uh... I meant for this to be in Wetting Experiences. How do I get it moved?
  22. today at the office, I decided to hold all the piss in, while still drinking one large glass of water every 1 h. if the pressure gets too strong, I just go to the toilet and relieve a little bit, without fully undressing. I wear some dark pants so nobody will notice (altough the smell does get through a bit). Currently it's 19:30, and I am still holding, and drinking some more beer. The pictures show my "progress" - enjoy 🙂 Currently I'm at 9/10 again, bladder bulge clearly visible... 15.00 at the office - 4 out of 10 - relieving some pressure: 16.00 at the office - 5 out of 10: 16.00 at the office - stuffing it all back in so nobody notices 17.00 leaving office - 6 out of 10 - relieving some more pressure: 18.00 at the shopping centre - 7.5 out of 10 (had a beer in between) 18.00 at the shopping centre - 7.5 out of 10 - piss flows out 18.30 at the pub - 8.5 out of 10 - clearly visible patch, while having another beer 19.15 - finally home - 9 out of 10
  23. malecon666

    In London May 22-27

    I'll be in London May 22-27. Anybody there interested in Omorashi, pee desperation, bladder bulges, etc.? I'm bisexual, so you can be male or female, but preferably slim/athletic build. I myself am slim (I'm a climber, and it shows 🙂) and a good-looking, decent guy.
  24. View File Desperate boxer briefs wetting I was super desperate. It was starting to hurt so I decided to have some fun in my new favorite pair of boxers and let ya'll watch. Theres masturbation towards the end so I uploaded a second clip with no nudity for those who prefer it. Submitter P.C. Pietaster Submitted 05/02/2019 Category Male videos Clothing Panties/Undies