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I'm just looking for some classic male desperation stories, preferably your own so you can describe the feeling. Extreme desperation please! I love stories about urinal lines and having to frantically empty a full bladder in public, but any stories are welcome
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I tried rapid desperation for the first time and WOW it was intense. I can't believe how quickly I went from not needing to go to being absolutely bursting. As you can see in the video I barely made it to the camera before starting to lose control. Journey 1100- Began drinking a large glass every 30 minutes (and going to pee whenever needed) 1300- Began drinking a large glass every 20 minutes 1400 - Used the restroom then began the pee holding 1430 - Starting to feel my bladder filling up 1500 - The last 15 minutes went from feeling a little bit of pressure to starting to feel the urge to pee. I’m surprised how quickly it’s progressed! 1515 - I can’t lay on the couch anymore it’s too uncomfortable. I found sitting down at leaning on my knees is much more comfortable although it’s building up very quickly 1530 - I can’t stop moving my legs now it’s getting really bad and uncomfortable but I want to see how long I can hold it for 1545 - It’s starting to leak out a little bit at a time but I’m trying to my hardest not to let any out. I’ll have to start the video recording soon 1555 - I started peeing a little bit but it felt so good I tried to stop it but it came out for about 6 or so seconds. It’s taken off a little bit of pressure so I will keep on holding on. I’ve got the camera set up for when I’m about to lose control 1610 - I’m starting to lose control more often so I’m going to start filming and hoping I can hold it a bit longer for the video 1615 - Started recording and only lasted around 10 minutes before completely losing controlFree- 4 comments
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View File Real naked desperation - Trying rapid desperation for the first time I tried rapid desperation for the first time and WOW it was intense. I can't believe how quickly I went from not needing to go to being absolutely bursting. As you can see in the video I barely made it to the camera before starting to lose control. Journey 1100- Began drinking a large glass every 30 minutes (and going to pee whenever needed) 1300- Began drinking a large glass every 20 minutes 1400 - Used the restroom then began the pee holding 1430 - Starting to feel my bladder filling up 1500 - The last 15 minutes went from feeling a little bit of pressure to starting to feel the urge to pee. I’m surprised how quickly it’s progressed! 1515 - I can’t lay on the couch anymore it’s too uncomfortable. I found sitting down at leaning on my knees is much more comfortable although it’s building up very quickly 1530 - I can’t stop moving my legs now it’s getting really bad and uncomfortable but I want to see how long I can hold it for 1545 - It’s starting to leak out a little bit at a time but I’m trying to my hardest not to let any out. I’ll have to start the video recording soon 1555 - I started peeing a little bit but it felt so good I tried to stop it but it came out for about 6 or so seconds. It’s taken off a little bit of pressure so I will keep on holding on. I’ve got the camera set up for when I’m about to lose control 1610 - I’m starting to lose control more often so I’m going to start filming and hoping I can hold it a bit longer for the video 1615 - Started recording and only lasted around 10 minutes before completely losing control Submitter realdesp Submitted 08/20/2022 Category Male
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This was going to be my most ambitious challenge yet - I wanted to withhold my permission to urinate for twelve hours straight (one half a day)! No small task, especially for me, with a bladder that only holds about 600 mL. To that end, I began at 12:17 AM by drinking 432 mL of water. I went to sleep and woke up at 7:15 AM. I could already tell that I needed to go. It's almost a primitive instinct, a drive to get whatever meager satisfaction can be achieved by emptying one's bladder. As humans, however, we fight our instincts at every turn. This was no different. I climbed out of bed and dressed in the bathroom, while the toilet that I couldn't use for the next five hours taunted me. For reference, if you haven't seen any of my videos, I am exactly 6 feet tall and built like a (very thin) brick. My face, which isn't in any videos, has features that might be considered attractive separately, but are quite odd together - A strong chin, oversized nose and ears, average brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and eyes that look completely brown unless the light hits them at the right angle, revealing the bits of grey in them. I also wear glasses. All in all, I look slightly off-average. I've been told that I have a gentle voice, but that's irrelevant here, as I do not use it in this story, though if you wish to hear a voice read ifmt to you in your head, that is the one you should imagine. Back on the main topic, the clothes I changed into were a pair of compression underwear (moisture-wicking and skintight), a pair of loose black shorts, a generic blue cotton shirt, and a fitted flannel jacket. The compression boxers would keep the pee close to my skin, were there any leaks, and should any get on the black shorts, it would blend in. Additionally, the flannel could be tied around my waist to cover up any potential evidence of an accident. I left without using the toilet, and started work on some papers that were due, but not until after a hearty breakfast with a small cup of water. For the next two hours, I did what I could to keep my mind off things and my body from giving in, from homework to exercise, to plain old stretching and squirming. These first two hours passed without a hitch, but the urgency with which I wanted -no, needed- to pee was increasing. I had completed most of my schoolwork, and the prospect of just delaying for three more hours seemed like too much bladder torture. So I decided to take a break from my dorm life for a bit and come back later, instead going for a stroll around campus, feeling my very full bladder bounce up and down. It would be just exciting and public enough to keep me on edge without getting too stale or risking involving anyone else. I squared my shoulders and left the building, hoping my arousal and need to pee weren't too obvious, though I suppose the masks we all wear now afford us a limited anonymity. I had been wandering around for about half an hour when I first felt the need to truly cross my legs. Pretending to check my phone (and actually checking the time) I leaned against the wall of one of the many campus buildings and casually kicked one leg over the other. After I regained my composure, I knew I had to find a way to spend even more time, so I sat down and started doing some freelance work. At the top of the hour, making it three of the five allotted, it occurred to me that I could naturally force myself away from a bathroom by going to lunch - well, more like brunch, as it was only 10:15 AM at this point. I felt my kidneys in overdrive, pushing what seemed like vast quantities of urine through my system. I walked, maybe stiffer than normal, to one of the dining halls to grab some food. As I waited in line, I noticed something rather coincidental - a woman in front of me was crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing up and down on her feet. At one point, she seemed to freeze up, and the person twelve feet in front of her and six feet behind her had to tell her to move forward. Internally, I smiled, knowing I wasn't the only one. I knew I could hold it. I got my food and brought it back to the dorm, neglecting to check the time as I washed my hands, the soapy water running over my hands, reminding me of my predicament. I nervously ate my macaroni, thinking about its color's similarity to that of dehydrated urine. Not only that, but it made me thirsty, and I watched with anticipation and dread as I filled yet another glass. Then, I was overcome with what can only be described as chagrin, because as my phone reminded me, I had passed 12:17 PM, and had actually waited until 12:45 - I had class in 15 minutes! I hastily packed my bag, collected my phone, wallet, watch, and portable sanitizer, grabbed my mask and got my shoes on, my bladder aching all the while. 12:50 - 10 minutes left, but I knew I could sprint across campus in five minutes if need be, since I'd done it the week before. I rushed into the bathroom, prepared to let it all go, imagining the sweet relief, but as most of you know, cortisol, nerves, vasopressin, and the lymphatic system's direction of the bladder don't mix. I was destined for a loss of control, but it happened in the wrong direction - my urethra refused to open, and I was frozen until I checked the time. I had to leave for a class that would take at least 50 minutes, and my bladder was tired of being ignored. I ran down four flights of stairs and across campus, with the ever-present discomfort of my bladder reminding me that the situation I was in was entirely my own fault. I climbed three more flights of stairs to the classroom, and one minute before roll call, wiped down and sat in my seat. I'm not one to involve others unwillingly in my fetish, so of course I continued trying to hold on, finding ways to discreetly put pressure on my private area to stymie the potential flood. I settled for sitting in a bit of an awkward position, with my left hand beneath my right thigh, my forearm across the location of interest. If I had peed any here, it would have been an honest to God, bona fide, involuntary accident. I considered folding up my flannel and putting it underneath me, just in case, but decided against drawing too much attention to myself. I put my nose to the grindstone and got to work, shifting my weight in opposite directions from time to time. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, I watched the minute hand pass fifty, and I could finally leave. I rose from my chair with as much dignity as I could muster, considering that my bladder now held nearly 13 hours worth of produced urine. A few people looked at me, probably due to how quickly I stood up, and I became glad the mask I was wearing hid my blushing cheeks. I walked back to my residence hall, shakily presented my ID card, jammed a hand in my crotch as soon as I entered the stairwell, and sprinted up the four flights of stairs to my dorm with my hand between my legs. I slid the card in and out too quickly - denied. I did it again and entered the room, wasting no time in rushing to the bathroom. A small wet spot was beginning to form on my compression boxers, but as I entered the sanctity of the porcelain throne room, I practically tore off the bottom half of my clothes, preventing further damage. I started leaking, though there were no longer any clothes on my bottom half. Then, I voluntarily released my bladder from its holding contract and peed like a firehose for (I timed it in my head) a full minute and forty-five seconds at the least, and two minutes twenty seconds at the most. I audibly sighed with near-orgasmic bliss, my glasses sliding down my face, my hair tousled from the wind rushing past as I sprinted around campus, my back slumped as I sat on the toilet, for I was far too tired to stand. I glanced around at the wreckage strewn across the floor. The dampness on the shorts was unnoticeable, mostly indistinguishable from all the sweat, only a bit darker. There were a few light yellow drops on the floor, too, but for all intents and purposes, I had done it. I had made it to not only twelve, but thirteen hours. Breathing more quietly now, I climbed back into my undergarment and its accompanying shorts, flushed the toilet, and washed my hands. Finally, I sat down at my desk and took a nice, long sip of water.
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Before you ask, Kisekae 2 (けいおん!着せ替え2) is an anime-style character creation/posing program that gives you a huge amount of freedom. I use it because I can't draw. I'm a big enough man to admit that. xP Some things you should know: - I do have my own characters. I'm not going to share all of them here, because I have far too many of them. They're located right here, if you'd like to take a look (but be warned, the numbers don't lie): https://www.deviantart.com/brooms17/gallery/54584528/character-bios - I can make other characters with SOME degree of accuracy, but I'm not an expert at it. 🤷♂️ - Kisekae can only have characters facing front. I can possibly do a back view, maybe, but side view is impossible. End of story. - These are requests, meaning free, but I'd prefer to stick to one per person at a time, so please be patient, and when yours is done then you may request another one, if you so wish. - This comic: ...is made with the Kisekae 2 program, which should give you an idea of how it looks. (Comic is not mine, it was made by the wonderfully talented PaperGami :3) So, I'll briefly go over my rules for this: 1. I will only be making single images for the purposes of this. You can be as detailed as you like with the single images, but I'm not going to make everyone a comic. Sorry, I have limited time. 😛 2. I much prefer the desperation part over the wetting itself, and am not incredibly good at portraying wetting. I will still do it, but please be aware that it might not look quite right. 3. If you're asking me to make an existing character, please give me references to go by. 4. Please keep in mind, Kisekae can be quite limited in some respects, and I am only one man, so some things I just can't do. 5. If you are vague with your request, I will fill in the missing details, so please only be vague if you're okay with that. 😛 6. I reserve the right to deny a request if I feel it A: Is too difficult/complicated, B: Breaks 1 or more of the rules, or 😄 Contains something I personally dislike. I will be more likely to make things I personally would enjoy. I prefer/enjoy: Female desperation, nudity, extreme desperation, Cold, Yuri, Story driven stuff I don't mind: Wetting, Relief, MxF, Desperation/Wetting just for the sake of it I'd prefer not to do: Males, Diapers I won't do: Messing, Poop desp. If you're not sure about a request, don't be afraid to ask. 🙂 I also don't mind doing them privately, if you prefer. I will tell you if there's something wrong with the request, and you can alter it if you wish; I'm a patient man, I don't mind you taking several tries. 😛 I'd like to get back into being a contributing member of this community, and I felt like this was the best way to do that. 😄 If there's anything I didn't clarify, that you feel I should clarify, let me know and I can do so immediately. 🙂 I'm looking forward to rendering your ideas and making them a reality! Buzz buzz! 🐝
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Since I can't draw, I figured I'd use the same program I use on DeviantArt to make some anime-style omorashi. :3 Now, a few limitations of this program: I can only make humans and humanoids, I can only make them face forwards (sometimes backwards, but it's really hard to make it look right), and any pee effects will have to be added in post. Otherwise, I'm open to all sorts of ideas! ? I have a list of characters here, if you want me to use them: https://www.deviantart.com/brooms17/gallery/54584528/Character-Bios If not, then you can just ask for any random character, just describe them for me and I can make them. My personal art preferences are ones with a huge amount of desperation, I prefer nudity but can work with whatever in terms of clothing. I'm okay with lolicon but I'm not sure if this site is, so I probably shouldn't, and I'm fine with things from short holding times to super extreme. :3 I prefer working with females. So, request away, and I'll see what I can do. ?
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