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  1. First, to put this into perspective- I have genuinely never accidentally peed my pants to the point of soaking my underwear and pants. Not even as a child. I never had accidents growing up. I do have some minor leaks once and a while when I sneeze or when i cough really hard and have had some almost leaks while laughing hard- but never enough to even leave a marking on my pants. Usually just damp underwear… Until today, that is 😬 Yes, I am actually feeling embarrassed. I have peed my pants intentionally before- but have never not been in control. As weird as it may sound, I have always wanted to have an accident. But I always assumed it would be from sneezing too many times in a row or laughing too hard, like enough to make it show on my pants, but I never imagined emptying my bladder in my pants. So, now to get to the story: I worked from home the second half of today and live alone- I had virtual meetings. I am new to this site and after reading forums for the last couple of days, the urge to wet myself was growing, so I figured since I was home I may as well hydrate myself decently so after one of my meetings I could go to my bathroom and wet my pants. I didn’t chug any of my coffee or water- I just drank it as normal and didn’t use the bathroom between things to get a little bit of a desperation feeling…. Oh my, i have NEVER felt as desperate as I did. I felt my stomach start to cramp, I started getting a cold, I couldn’t sit still, I had to reposition the way I was sitting so i could press my heel into my vagina to prevent myself from leaking right then and there. I was constantly trying to move, not too sure why, but I kept bouncing my leg, grabbing my crotch to prevent any urine from coming out because I could tell I was on the verge of peeing my pants. I felt so much shame in the moment… But I also felt, excited? I kept thinking “I may actually pee my pants” The meeting ended and i sat there for a second asking myself, “how do I stand up without peeing myself?” I decided to just go for it. I stood up, and I did not leak anything! I was relieved, I thought I could make it to my bathroom to pee in my pants a little bit and then finish the rest up on the toilet. my home office is on a second story, so I started to make my way down the stairs, and I was trying to make it fast so I could make it to the bathroom. Since I was in a rush, the momentum I was using to go down the stairs was more than I normally do. Within my first step trying to run, I felt he floodgates open up. I’ve never had the experience of peeing a stream without having to push or give some sort of effort- within that first step, I felt my underwear getting wet and warm, I grabbed my crotch again to stop it and noticed it had actually gone through my leggings and left a little wet patch, I muttered out loud “oh my god, its happening. I am going to pee my pants. I am going to have an accident”. i was able to stop the stream at that point Since my bladder had now deemed this an emergency, I didn’t stop to think anything through logically. I just needed to get to the bathroom ASAP. I continue to run down the stairs- big mistake. I make it a couple of more steps before a second gush of pee started flowing out of me. I stopped again, and crossed my legs and grabbed my crotch while mildly whimpering to myself “no, no, no, no”. I stopped the second second leak and the wet spot on my pants had increased in size and started making the shape to head down my legs. Internally, I had already considered this an accident by this point. This wasn’t just my normal little spurt of a leak- it was a full stream of pee I didn’t have control of starting. Like before, I didn’t have time to think, so I was continuing to rush. This time the rushing down the stairs didn’t trigger me completely soaking myself. I felt like I was going to make it by this point to my bathroom and could finish peeing in the toilet. Taking my guard down was the second mistake I made, because right as i felt like I was going to make it, another stream of pee began. This time it was coming faster. It was trickling down my legs while creating a puddle beneath me. This time I couldn’t stop it: I tried to grab my crotch with my hand while simultaneously crossing my legs and crouched to the ground while saying “shit, I am actually peeing my pants”. It didn’t stop. I stood back up, still holding my crotch. Why? I dont know. It clearly wasn’t working but I was still trying to stop it while peeing all over the floor sprinting to my bathroom. I did make it to the bathroom, but my bladder was empty. I was in disbelief. I had an array of emotions that ranged from feeling accomplished to feeling ashamed and embarrassed that at 28 years old, I had peed my pants uncontrollably. I almost feel like my bladder weakened in that moment, at least temporarily. Like I feel like if I were to sneeze or something right now, I would have a bigger leak of pee than I normally would. But I also know that could be in my head because of what happened. So yeah, I had an accident, which is something I’ve wanted to do, but my bladder never allowed it. Until today, where I was taken completely off guard and didn’t expect to have unintentionally pee my pants. Now that my bladder feels a little weak and I just had my first accident, a little voice in my head is like “oooooh, maybe tonight you’ll accidentally wet the bed for the first time, too!” I know that isn’t how it likely works… but it would be something to have two first time accidents in on 24 hour period lol- I know I’ve read on here some people have a couple of accidents after having hitting a really bad desperation point.
  2. It's a shame that sometimes these amazing women in the art of holding pee after posting bladder photos end up inhibiting themselves with shame and remove the post from the internet some time later. But I came to cheer you up and say that all is not lost because some photos are with me so you can see them and motivate yourself to hold on. It seems that the life of a ballerina girl is not just a balanced diet, a good night's sleep, a lot of training and discomfort in stretching. See this young woman, ashamed to show her face. It seems that hydration is part of her routine, but due to competitions with restricted bathroom breaks, she often did not hydrate herself properly and felt headaches, and when she hydrates, she was distressed with fear of competing with a full bladder and urinating. With that in mind, she decided to train her bladder, she ended up liking, it and today, it seems that stretching her bladder is a piece of cake for her. Below is the evolution of the distention capacity of the bladder that this beautiful girl was able to achieve. Realize that everything in life is research, training and dedication, so, never give up on your goals, and share this post with more people! I admire these beautiful young women, thin, responsible for work and college, well hydrated and who hold their urine until their bladder swells, and also those who don't lose sleep to pee, or just like to challenge themselves, and gamers who only go to the bathroom when they finish a game. I wanted to be the daddy who puts up challenges and makes those little babies pee in their bladders and I wanted these girls to make me hold back too or compete with them too! My Discord username is Nandw#0748.
  3. So I’m trying to find this post where I believe a submissive woman played a game with her dominant boyfriend or husband. She had to drink some water before. He set up a compilation of porn and people wetting. She had to hold for a period of time while she had a vibrator on her and at the end of the period of time she could choose to cum or pee then drink more. And she had to do both before she could be done. And if she wet early there was some kind of bladder control punishment and if she came prematurely there was chastity. I kinda wanna play this game so I want to look again at what exactly the rules were
  4. Welcome to my first ever double banger! I usually try to make stories that build socially and then end in desperation and wetting, but I decided one that's exclusively about these situations would be welcome! The only two who won't be participating in the desperation and wetting elements are Damien and Travis. These two are also in my ongoing series Roxy - Friend Turned Family where an animalized human is discovered in the woods and struggles to discover what she is, where her abilities come from, and how to help those around her. Note that Damien and Travis' descriptions and personalities are copy-pasted from Roxy - Friend Turned Family. Let's meet our troublesome duo before the real story begins! Damien is a tall 26 year old man that lives in the city. He works on his sportscar and loves driving fast. He stands 5'11", often sporting black Dickies cargo jeans, a blue Summit Racing Equipment shirt and a white-on-gray hat with the 3RK logo on the front. He has blue eyes, brown hair parted high and swished over to the right, as well as black plastic glasses with blue accents. His car of choice is a 2004 Audi TT Roadster. The turbo charged, all-wheel-drive convertible captured his heart after the first test drive! At 30 years old, Travis stood at at 6' 5" and was incredibly muscular! He featured a rather square face with green eyes and a partial beard. The man was a fitness nut, having become a manager at a local gym. His broad shoulders held onto long arms packed with muscle. You couldn't see it under his shirt, but he had a rather visible eight-pack. His chest was large and wide, as was his stomach and muscular legs. Everything about this man's figure was turned up to 11. Story begins here! This was shaping up to be a wonderful evening for the troublesome duo! They'd both secured dates with TOTAL HOTTIES that would start early in the afternoon and continue on through midnight! Both men were so deeply involved with their hobbies and passions that they put that on their profiles, narrowing their searches down to people who are into the same things. They'd ended up with Kristen and Bailey, two young and beautiful girls looking for a fun night! At only 1:00 in the afternoon, Damien left to go pick up his date! At a current 75 degrees and a high of 82, it was perfect weather for Damien to put his convertible top down! He'd spent the previous day doing touch ups to the polish on his baby, and she currently shined like a diamond! He'd stored extra water bottles in a compartment behind the cupholders, those would be useful later! Travis did the same. His Lincoln Town car was also a convertible, and it had space for some more goodies than just water bottles! He had some real fun planned! At about 1:45, Damien reached his destination. He texted Kristen that he was there and honked his horn once. He was only waiting for a moment before she stepped out of her apartment. Damien got out of his car and greeted his new favorite person on the planet! Kristen was a 24 year old racecar driver who loved the challenges of the back roads during rain and snow! A perfect fit for Damien! As the duo exchanged pleasantries, they naturally checked each other out. Kristen couldn't help but notice how perfectly in shape Damien was! At 170lbs, Damien was exactly where he wanted to be! Kristen on the other hand, she was even more perfect! At 5' 5" and 145lbs, she was also exactly where she wanted to be! Her C cup breasts perfectly filled her light blue party dress! Her perfect butt also filled the lower portion of her dress perfectly! The thin fabric swayed as she walked, creating a truly mesmerizing effect! Her blue eyes and brown hair only added to her perfect figure! She was even more beautiful than she was in the pictures online! Damien was going to have the time of his life! At roughly 1:50, Travis reached his destination. He texted his date that he was there and also was not kept waiting. Out of the front door came Bailey, a 27 year old daughter of a gym owner! She often helped at the gym that her father owned and she liked it so much that she'd asked her father to hire her! Naturally, she was now the manager directly under her father! As the two exchanged pleasantries, they checked each other out as well. At 5' 2", Bailey wasn't too tall, but she had everything where it was needed. Her DD cup breasts meant she had to have a party dress made to fit her, and man did the light blue dress do just that! It also did its best to cover her large butt, which was proportional to her DD size breasts! Her brown eyes and black hair added to the look she had going on, making her even better looking than the pictures online! Travis was truly going to have the time of his life! Both men texted each other that they'd pickup up their dates and were ready to head to the lake! Both couples departed with their convertible tops open, with both girls enjoying the weather on the way there. With it being slightly warm and no clouds in the sky, both men offered a water bottle to their dates. Of course, both girls drank it over the course of the ride to the lake. Damien and Kristen arrived first. They got out, stretched, and claimed a picnic table by the swan-shaped paddle boats. They'd began talking about themselves, what they like to do, and what they'd do for the rest of the day! The afternoon fun was to be had at the lake, while the night fun would be had at the club! A few minutes later, Travis and Bailey pulled up. The couple claimed a picnic table next to Damien and his date. They also began talking about whatever came to mind, and went over the plan for the night. Both Damien and Travis purposely withheld the other plans they had... 😉 After about half an hour of chatting and getting a good understanding of what everyone liked to do, both couples got their swimwear out of their cars and got changed in the nearby locker rooms. You see, there was a wonderful secret about this lakeside park... There were no bathrooms in the locker rooms! The only bathroom (yes, singular) was attached to the pavilion on the far side of the park. You could barely even see the pavilion from the lake, and there were no signs for the bathrooms, so both girls had to get changed into their bikinis and come back to their dates without a bathroom break. Damien and Travis packed a late lunch and a couple water bottles into picnic baskets which they placed in the swan boats. Greeting their dates, the duo showed their girls to the boats and both couples paddled out to the center of the lake. Now comes the fun part! They all four stood up on their swans and dove into the lake! Naturally, the muscular men were the first to make it back to the surface, with the girls only a few seconds behind. The two couples swam a small distance away from each other and began a game of splash ball, followed by a foam frizbee. After about an hour of swimming and goofing off, they'd all returned to their swans and began eating their late lunches. Naturally, everyone had worked up a hunger and a thirst. Even though they still hadn't gone to the bathroom, both girls went ahead and had their water bottles over the course of the next 20 minutes. After finishing lunch, the group retreated to the shore and reattached the swans to the pier before changing back into their good clothes. "There has to be a toilet in here somewhere. Who's ever heard of a locker room without a toilet?" Said Bailey, doing a lap around the locker room. Kristen helped her look, but both came up empty. They just stood there, angry at who on earth designed a locker room with changing booths and showers but no toilets! Damien and Travis simply peed in the showers, then ran the water for a moment to "flush" the showers so they wouldn't smell. Once out of the locker rooms, Damien and Travis packed their picnic baskets away and waited for their dates to return. "Maybe we should just ask." Said Kristen, upset that she was now reaching the limit of how much she could hold without showing her desperation. "Yeah, can't hurt anything. Besides, I gotta go pretty bad too." Replied Bailey, also consciously stopping herself from showing her desperation. The two girls came out of the locker rooms with their bikinis and placed them back in their bags. Kristen was the one to ask. "Hey Damien, where are the restrooms around here?" "Yeah, about that. Travis and I have a bet going. Whoever can hold it the longest gets $100! Loser gets $50, so it's worth your effort even if you don't win!" Said Damien, grinning like an idiot as he waved his $150 around in front of the girls! "What?" Replied an angry Bailey. "Simple. Whoever bursts first gets $50. The other gets $100. You're free to use the restroom at the pavilion if you'd like, but that will be considered a forfeit and you we'll cut your prize in half." Spoke Travis, using his booming voice to make sure the girls understand what's going on here. "So it's just a holding contest with a prize?" Asked Kristen. "Yep. That's all there is to it." Replied Travis. "Awesome! This'll be the easiest $100 I've ever made!" Screamed Bailey, jumping with joy! "In your dreams! That's my prize money, just you wait!" Yelled Kristen, taking one of her signature stances and pointing her live little finger at Bailey! And wait they did... Over the next hour, both girls grew considerably desperate for the toilet. Neither could sit still anymore. "Hey, if I were to... Go in the grass... Would I still get my $50?" Asked Kristen, her hands burried in her crotch! She was lifting one leg at a time, keeping her knees together, and her hips swayed from side to side! All this while she was slightly bent forward, a look of pure desperation on her face! Her modest size breasts were caught between her arms, squished together and protruding outwards! They bounced every time she swayed! "Why wouldn't you? You'd lose the contest of course, but you'll still get your money." Replied Damien. "Ready to give up over there?" Teased Bailey, a hand tugging at the end of her dress while she switched from foot to foot and swayed her hips side to side. Her large breasts bounced about as she bobbed, making for quite the show! "No, not yet. I just don't wanna ruin my dress." Replied Kristen, holding back a humongous wave of desperation! "Good! It'd be rather pathetic if you burst so soon!" Teased Bailey, desperately holding back the urge to jam her hands into her crotch! Another 10 minutes went by before the first sure signs of a winner and loser became obvious... Sweating from the effort required to continue her struggle, Bailey had both her hands burried in her crotch! She was doing a rather frantic pee dance, twisting and switching feet, bouncing on her heels, doubling over at times, bouncing her perfect ass and boobs to the ends of the world, and sporting a truly desperate expression! Kristen wasn't doing too hot either... She was the first to put her hands in her crotch, and they still hadn't moved much. She'd often reposition one hand while the other stayed burried into her burning pussy! She continued twisting and shifting, doubling over once in a while, stomping and lifting her legs, anything she could do to keep the flood gates closed! Finally, Bailey had reached her limit! "Alright alright I give up! I can't do it anymore!" She screamed, frantically looking for any privacy. Alas, there was none out here in the middle of the picnic area... With no options left, she hobbled over to the far side of a nearby picnic table and squatted down. She frantically lifted her dress as a few boiling hot spurts dampened her panties! Finally pulling per black panties aside, she let out a torrent akin to a broken fire hydrant! "Okay okay you win! My turn!" Yelled Kristen, also hobbling over and hiding behind a nearby picnic table! "Not just yet! It's a tie if you don't wait until Bailey finishes! You want your prize money, right?" Grinned Damien, again waving his money around like some sort of rich man betting on a street performance! "But... But..." Muttered Kristen, putting all her remaining strength into keeping her boiling hot piss contained! She was doubling over, furiously grabbing her crotch, raising her knees to her stomach as she repeatedly switched feet, anything to keep her eruption contained! Finally, it happened! A boiling hot spurt dampened her panties and she frantically doubled over even harder, putting weight into her hands on her crotch! Seeing the situation happening a few tables over, Bailey slowed her stream and took her sweet time to finish up! She giggled to herself as she continued to tease poor Kristen! "Hurry up over there! I'm positively bursting over here!" Screamed Kristen, the desperation causing her voice to waiver. She continued her dance, her movements becoming even more frantic! She gasped loudly as another boiling hot spurt erupted into her hot pink panties! This time, it was almost impossible to stop the flow! What was left was nothing short of the most amazing potty dance anyone had ever seen, coupled with profuse sweating and sharp breathing! Finally, Bailey centered her panties and let her dress back down. Standing up, she just caught a glimpse of Kristen as she quickly squatted down and yanked her panties aside! She'd already gotten a hold of her dress on her way down, so she already had it lifted. "HAAAAHHHHHHHHH" Exclaimed Kristen! Her entire body shuddered as she was overcome with relief and pleasure! Her stream flew over 5 feet before finally slamming back down to the ground! She peed like fire hydrant for over a minute straight, impressing everyone watching! "Here's your $50" Said Damien, handing a $50 bill to Bailey. Man she sure can put on a show! How is she still going?! Thought Damien, his eyes locked on Kristen who wasn't as well hidden as she'd hoped to be. He could make out the shape of her butt, the end of her stream on the far side of the table, and everyone could see her head sticking up from behind the table! PHEW "That's better!" Said Kristen, not realizing she'd said that loud enough for everyone to hear... "I bet it was! That was quite the show! You've definitely earned your pay! C'mon over and grab your $100!" Yelled Damien, waving at Kristen who was working on standing back up and straightening her dress out... Kristen came over and put her prize money in her purse. She continued to talk about how much better she felt after that, and that she hadn't gone since 6:00 in the morning! "You didn't pee since morning?!" Shrieked Bailey, now realizing she'd just competed with someone who hadn't used the restroom right before they left for their date. That thought really sunk in... How can anyone hold that much?! We now skip ahead 4 hours. Everyone except for Kristen went to the restroom at the city park about an hour ago... Arriving at the night club, both couples downed the house special! Raspberry Daiquiri with orange peel on the rim of the glass! It was so good, both girls downed several of these and chased them with a full bottle of Mountain Dew! With their thirsts quenched and spirits ablaze, the couples took to the dancefloor! They danced and danced and danced! They took turns in the spotlight, dancing continuously for over an hour! After that performance, they were all rather sweaty and had worked up another thirst to be quenched. Everyone had some cherry house cola before leaving. As they walked out of the club, Damien spoke up. "There's actually one more place we had planned for tonight. There's an old lookout just north of here! It overlooks the entire city, and if you look the other way, you can escape the city's glow and see all the stars you never can in the city! We already reserved it, of course!" "What's this 'we' nonsense? I paid for it. You didn't wanna pay for any of the reservations tonight, since you were handling the bet money!" Retorted Travis, pouting at Damien. "Wait. You reserved everything? The park, the club, and the lookout?" Asked a curious Kristen, wondering just how much money these two dudes had... "Yep. Although the club was just to make sure they didn't fill up before we got there." Said Travis, still glaring at Damien. "You see, our buddy Damien here is rather popular with both the authorities and the local businesses. He's organized the dispersal of rallies, paid for homeless shelters, and ran campaigns to promote local small businesses. Needless to say, the city does what it can to return the favor." "Yeah, that about sums it up. Being popular also means being busy, even if that's with people that are as much animals as they are people..." Said Damien, pulling out a picture of Roxy drooling over a pan of Hamburger Helper! "Those ears are not a headband, and that tail is not a belt. She's got claws too, nearly cut me in half..." Giggled Travis. "Knocked the whole table over too..." Laughed Damien. "It was fun while it lasted. She doesn't belong in the city." Said Travis, trying to keep the conversation grounded so their dates wouldn't get jealous. "Definitely not. Everything just seemed alien to her. She didn't know how to use forks and knives, never slept on a real bed, even just the hot water seemed to amaze her!" Responded Damien, following Travis' lead to keep this conversation about Roxy's differences instead of talking her up. "Remember how she understood the pets though? I'd given Sasquatch one of those Salmon Lovers meals that morning, yet she went and complained to Roxy that she hadn't had any of her fishies in over a week." "Who's Sasquatch?" Asked Kristen, entranced by the picture she was looking at... Cat ears sticking out of Roxy's head, a tail sticking out just below her behind, and real claws... Simply amazing! "My cat." Answered Travis. "She understood your pet cat?" Asked Bailey, filled with amazement towards whoever this Roxy person was! "Yep. The dog too. That one really surprised me. I asked her if she can understand all the animals in the world, and she said she probably could if she had enough time... She also said she's more fluent in bear than she is in English or feline. Something about being forced to learn so she could stop them from bullying her over territory." Responded Damien. "She lives in the woods?" Asked Bailey. "Uh, she did for a while before I found her out there starving. Her shelter was falling apart and she said she'd been kept at a farm and abused before making her escape. Thing is, nobody walks the road that goes by the woods where she made her shelter, and she was deathly afraid of cars. It was a struggle convincing her to come back so I could get her a proper meal and some good clothes. We had a whole adventure. Eventually, our dog helped her sniff out her mother. Turns out, she comes from a whole family of animalized people that live in a mansion in the woods. It's really burried though, like you'd never find it if you didn't already know it was there. No roads or driveway or anything." Said Damien, doing his best to talk up Roxy's abilities instead of her as a person... Last thing he wanted to do was make his date jealous of someone he'd spent the night with before... But they didn't need to know that part... "That's just... What do I even say?" Muttered Kristen, somewhat jealous, but mostly just amazed with this Roxy person they were talking about... "You don't know the half of it. I know it sounds like I'm making this up, but she jumps so high you can't even see her! Damien told me that she sprints on all fours and leaps from the base of one tree to another. I got to see a bit of this at the mansion too. She's probably faster than a lot of the traffic around here when she's really going for it!" Said Travis. "Uhuh... Either way, we should get started. We'll miss our reservation if we don't get going!" Said Damien, taking the opportunity to change the subject to literally anything else. "Yeah, you lead the charge!" Said Travis, showing his date back to his car. Damien did the same... "It said on your bio that you're a racecar driver, and I saw you own an S2000. I was wondering... Wanna put your harness on and we'll hit the twisties on the backroads to the lookout?" Said Damien, trying to get his mind to switch off of Roxy... This night was supposed to be about his date, and about the next game they had planned... "Sure! Show me what this baby can do!" Said Kristen, readjusting her dress and tightening the harness down. Luckily, her dress covered just enough skin that the harness didn't make contact with any bare areas on her. "Alright! Here we go!" Said Damien, slipping his baby into first gear and taking off! The two of them went for one hell of a ride! Damien was alternating between all wheel drive drifting and inner wheel lifts as he swung back and forth through the backroads! These roads were barely wide enough to drive normally, and somehow he was navigating them flawlessly at over 80 mph at night! Not just that, but she found herself amazed by how refined his maneuvers were! He'd lift up the inside wheel and hang it over the dilapidated shoulders before setting the car back down on all four wheels. At no point in any of this did Kristen feel the wheel come off the ground. Far as she was aware, Damien had simply figured out the car's center of balance. And not just that! Even though they were going upwards of 80 mph and Damien had to repeatedly slow down for turns and then speed back up, Kristen never got moved in her seat! Even at this speed, his driving was so smooth that she wasn't even sure if she needed the harness... Hell, she couldn't even feel when he changed gears. She's seen him do it over and over, but never felt any of it! Even when he drifted, he moved the car's weight so smoothly that the tires never screeched and the car never jerked when he straightened back out and gunned it! Several times, the turbo's whistle had become a howl, and she still felt like he wasn't driving hard... And that's exactly what was going on. Damien wasn't driving hard at all. He was just cruising, albeit at a much higher speed that most others could ever pull off. Travis on the other hand, he definitely wasn't a racer. His car's headlights lit up the road just enough for him to drive normally, which was rather smooth and just a hair over the speed limit. He and his date were going slow enough to still hear each other over the wind through the open convertible, and they found themselves talking about critters they'd seen in the woods recently. Naturally, Damien and his date arrived far earlier than Travis and crew. They got out of the car, stretched, and went for a quick walk to kill some time. Arriving about ten minutes later, Travis and his date stood up and stretched... Well, as best they could... Bailey's bladder was filling up again and she was to the point where stretching would make it near impossible to hide her situation... "Hey guys! You ready to head up to the top?" Asked Damien, nodding to the top of a square tower with aircraft warning lights on the corners. "I'm good. You ready, Bailey?" Responded Travis. "Yeah, that's cool. There's restrooms, right?" Responded Bailey. "Yep. The nice ones that're always clean are on the fourth floor." Responded Damien. "Okay. Then we're ready. We'll make a pit stop on the fourth floor." Said Bailey. Phew. Glad she spoke up so I don't have to. Thought Kristen. She hadn't gone to the bathroom since the park... Not only did she have the alcohol and the bottle of mountain dew and can of club soda in her, but since she hadn't peed since the picnic area, she still had a bottle of water sloshing around in her too! The group entered the elevator and pressed 4. The old elevator started up, dinging on the second and third floors before stopping on the fourth floor and opening the doors. Exiting the elevators, the girls followed the signs to the nearest restrooms. "Under Renovations. Additional facilities in penthouse." Read the sign in front of the restrooms... The girls came walking back to the elevator, explaining the situation to their dates. Damien went ahead and hit the button for the top floor, and the old elevator once again started its way up the shaft. Travis started a conversation about the elevator at a mall he likes, and how it has glass sides so you can see everything around you as you go up and down. The girls joined in, taking the opportunity to keep themselves distracted from their need... Looking at the floor indicator, Travis thought something was up... It hadn't dinged in a moment, and he was sure they'd gone up several floors since it last changed... Suddenly, the old elevator shook to a stop! "What the hell?!" Screamed Kristin, taking her hand off her crotch after grabbing it momentarily when the elevator shook. "Looks like we're stuck. I'll call for help." Said Damien, pulling away the cover to the emergency phone underneath the controls. He picked it up, only to find it to be dead. No dial tone, no response when he tried asking if anyone was there, and nothing happened when he hit the Alarm button. "Bad news. Phone doesn't work. I'll call the police on my cell phone and have them get us out of here. It's not safe to try to force our way out." "Tell them to hurry! I really gotta go over here!" Said Kristen, doing her best to avoid shoving a hand between her legs... "Don't worry. I'll tell them what's up." Responded Damien, pulling out his cell phone and finding it to also be dead. "Travis, gimme your phone. I'm out of battery." Travis reached in his pocket, only to realize he'd left his phone on the holder in his car. "Either of you girls got a phone?" Asked Damien, looking to Kristen and Bailey. "Yeah, use mine!" Said Kristen, handing her phone over to Damien. Dialing 9-1-1, Damien only had to wait a couple seconds before someone picked up. He explained his situation, and asked that they hurry, as he's got a situation brewing in here. It's getting rather hot with the ventilation not working. "Okay..." "Okay..." "Thank you." "They said they have to contact the company that maintains the elevator so that they know whether or not it's safe to force the doors open." Said Damien, relaying the news to everyone else. It was a long five minutes before their cell phone rang once again. Damien picked up, finding it to be the same 9-1-1 operator. He once again thanked her for her help before hanging up. "They'll be here in about two hours. In the meantime, we should open the hatch on the ceiling so it doesn't get deathly hot in here." Said Damien, once again calmly relaying the news to everyone else in the elevator. "That's not fair! I can't wait that long!" Cried Bailey, tears forming in her eyes as she began to panic! "I don't think I can wait that long either... Said Kristen, now placing a hand on the edge of her dress... "Well, if you really can't wait, you could always just go in the corner. I'm sure they'll understand if we explain our situation." Said Travis, doing his best to keep his date calm. "I'M NOT DOING THAT!" Said Bailey. At least she seemed slightly less panicked... "How about we play a game to pass the time? It's called Never Have I Ever. We just take turns talking about things we have and haven't done." Said Damien, once again taking charge of the situation. His inability to panic sure came in handy in situations like this... And so, an hour went by while the group talked about things they've done, things they wished they'd done, and things they regretted doing... "Oooh I gotta GO!" Exclaimed Bailey, her hands in her crotch and her legs shifting back and forth... She wasn't frantic like she was at the picnic area, but she was definitely showing her need for the toilet. "Yeah, me too..." Responded Kristen, gently tugging at the edge of her dress as she rubbed her knees together... "It's okay. We're already halfway there. Just another hour and we'll be free." Said Travis, leaning against the wall out of boredom. Travis didn't tell anyone that he had more than a telescope in his backpack... He also had a see through portable toilet with the female tip on it! He'd planned to really hydrate his date and make out over a full bladder before making her go in a very visible manner, but that now seemed like it would go rather differently... He'd brought this along as a way to tease his date and make sure he could keep her urine for later, but now it looked like they might be the salvation his date needed! "Hold on, I have something that might help. Unfortunately, I only have though..." Travis pulled out a 1.5L portable urinal complete with the tip so girls could easily use it without spilling! "Naughty man! What on earth were you planning with that thing?" Asked Damien, a shit eating grin stretching from one ear to the other! "Just... You know... Some extra fun... Looks like that just changed though." Responded Travis, his cheeks beat red with embarrassment. "Only one? What do we do?" Asked Kristen, her eyes moving to Bailey who looked like she was feeling it a lot more than Kristen was... "You could both go just enough to take the edge off, or one of you could just let go... And leave the other desperate...." Said Damien, a boner forming in his pants! "I... I can wait... Give it to Bailey. Look at the poor thing, she's already grabbing herself..." Said Kristen, offering the full container to Travis's date. Her bladder protested profusely, but she simply told it to toughen up. She'd held longer than this before, and there's no reason she couldn't do it again. "That's unfair and you know it! I'll only use half of it, and you can have the other half." Responded Bailey, reaching for the portable urinal. "Everyone... Turn around..." She said as she turned to face the corner of the elevator and hiked her dress up. She lowered her panties and squatted down before allowing a slow stream to start. "hooohhhhhhhh" She said to herself, trying her best to stay quiet... The sound of her boiling hot piss hitting the urinal was just so amazing to Damien and Travis... The two sported some of the hardest boners they'd had in a long time! Within a couple seconds, Bailey's stream picked up in intensity and was now splashing loud against the urine already in the container! "This is bad... I can't stop it..." She said to herself, trying her best to stop her stream. No use, her entire body shuddered as it continued pouring out of her... She'd nearly filled the urinal to the top... No room for Kristen to use it... Bailey set the urinal down on the floor, stood up, pulled her panties up, and lowered her dress. "Kristen, I'm so sorry! There's no room for you to use it... Really, I'm sorry! I just couldn't stop!" Said Bailey, now beginning to cry as she realized what she'd done to her fellow passenger. "Don't cry. I told you I could wait. I've waited longer than this before." Said Kristen, trying her best to hide her desperation. She couldn't stop her knees from rubbing together, but she at least managed to take her hand off her dress... "I wouldn't worry about it. What's done is done. What's important now is staying calm." Said Damien, placing a spare baggie around the urinal to stop the smell from flooding the elevator. Another 45 minutes past, and the situation had changed... Poor Kristen was positively bursting! She had her hands burried in her crotch, her legs switched back and forth as she rubbed her thighs together and constantly switched feet... Her breathing was labored, her body shook, and she couldn't stand up straight anymore! Damien took a look at her bladder... A WATERMELON! He thought, seeing the massive organ pushing against her dress. There's no way she's gonna last much longer... "C'mon guys just get here already! I really can't wait much longer!" Said Kristen, continuing her dance as she began to sweat. "It's okay. None of us will make fun of you if you need to pee on the floor." Said Travis, trying to find any way to salvage the situation.... "I'M NOT DOING THAT!" Kristen yelled, stomping her feet loudly! "Well, isn't it better than wetting yourself?" Said Damien, giving her a concerned look... "I'm not doing that either! I can wait." She said, now grabbing herself a little tighter... Another ten minutes went by and still no sign of the rescue crew. Poor Kristen was in shambles... She was doing one of the most frantic pee dances anyone had ever seen! Sweat was dripping off her face, her feet slammed against the floor while her thighs rubbed together with great strength, her breathing had turned into painful moaning, and she was nearly completely doubled over! "Hey Bailey, do me a favor! Quick! Pull my panties down! I can't let go or I'll lose it!" Shouted Kristen, her entire body continued to shudder as spurt after spurt escaped, soaking her panties and starting a softball size wet spot on her dress! Her boiling hot piss wanted out RIGHT NOW, and it was making that all too clear! "O-Okay." Said Bailey, reaching over and lifting the back of Kristen's dress. She tried her best to lower the poor girl's panties, but they wouldn't move! "Honey, you gotta move your hands. I can't get your panties down while you're clutching them." Kristen let out a load, hot moan as she changed her grip... One hand at a time, she moved them inside her panties, now directly against her burning pussy! Another powerful, boiling hot spurt escaped her grip! It forced its way through the gaps in her fingers and fell to the floor! Finally, Bailey got the poor girl's panties down! Kristen let out another hot moan as she readied herself to drop to a squat, only for the elevator doors to finally open! Outside stood police officers and maintenance men, turning away when they saw what was going on... "I can't... Not like this..." Yelled Kristen, losing another spurt through her fingers, running down her legs and dripping onto the floor! "Ah!" She exclaimed as her hold crumbled further... "THERE'S A BATHROOM ON THIS FLOOR, RIGHT?!" She screamed, getting a nod from one of the maintenance men... "It's right around the corner to the right." Said the man in a company uniform. "Thank you so much!" She yelled, hobbling out of the elevator! She'd completely forgotten that her panties were already down as she tripped and fell... Her boiling hot piss started shooting out of her as she lie there on her stomach! She moaned and cried, tried to get up but couldn't stop the flow, and finally just let it happen. It'd already soaked into the front of her dress and everything... "I-I'm so sorry..." Said the maintenance man, getting towels from a nearby supply closet. "Rest assured, you'll all get a full refund." And with that, Kristen went into the restroom and cleaned herself up as best as she could before the group took the stairs back down to the first floor. Damien placed a couple towels on the car seat and raised the top so Kristen wouldn't be embarrassed about people seeing her as they drove back to her place... Once there, She started a shower and invited Damien! The two had the time of their lives, burning red hot with passion while they did it in the shower!
  5. This video is rather old, but if anyone has more videos or photos from her, I really enjoy her dialogue. Also I remember some wet panty photos I think she had. Those were great as well. Apologies for the sketch link, this is the only place I could find it outside of thisvid and I'm not friends yet with the person who has it there. The site hasn't given me much obstruction with watching the video, but it's still a bit sus. https://www.voyeurstyle.com/watch/7479/desperate-girl-in-jeans-fails-to-hold-in-her-pee/
  6. Welcome to the tournament of hell. You are a member of our jury, and decide the fate of many desperate girls who are struggling to survive. Let's start with the rules: 1. The participants are banished to Hell 2. You are fighting for a chance for rebirth 3. The individual competitions are punishments 4. The last participant is born again 5. The jury decides on the competitions and awarding points 6. Points provide advantages and disadvantages 7. Eliminated are those with 10 minus points Who should participate, human or not? I'll wait till tomorrow, if no one has answered by then I'll pick out participants.
  7. Alright, so little background, I was on a bus with no internet or data and was in the mood to write but didn't have my notes for my other fics so I just decided to create a story with little editing or revisions. This story has been a small fantasy for almost 6 years but kinda filed it away until I remembered it recently. So I decided, screw it, and just wrote this. Very self-indulgent and not very realistic, but I thought some of ya'll would get a kick out of it, so here it is! If it gets some traction, I might move it up my backlog list and write a new entry sooner! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Casey stirred from an expected car nap, his head resting on the frame of the passenger's side window of his mother's sedan. With all the packing and excitement his parents were showing with Casey's move to college, he hardly got any sleep the previous night, along with the early departure for the long drive to his university. Luckily he wasn't driving, his mother was, and he's surprised he was able to fall asleep with her constant yapping about her stories at college and how she met dad… yadda yadda yadda. His nap wasn't rude or antisocial; his mom just liked to hear herself talk. Along with all the excitement, Casey spent the last night in anxiety. He wasn't the most self-assured person, especially in social situations, so he wondered how well he really would do in college. He could join a club or something but he'd be much more comfortable sticking to himself. There was another source of anxiety, however. When Casey applied, he was given a dorm much like the rest of his freshman colleagues, however, some administrator goofed up his application, and put him down as the wrong gender. He knew Casey was a fairly gender neutral name, to be fair, but this was ridiculous. He was spending thousands of dollars a semester in tuition and they couldn't get his sex right? The error was corrected a little too late; Casey was registered into a dorm building designated for females. The school was at max capacity in terms of student housing, so Casey could not be reaccomodated. As a show of good faith, the school allocated the singles room with his own private bathroom, the only other restroom being a public one split between the seven other ladies in the building. Yeah, the building was old, but it wasn't very thoughtfully planned out. Casey felt he should have been excited to have his own single with his own bathroom, knowing the college horror stories of terrible roommates and disgusting shared bathrooms. But among Casey's insecurities was one about women. He never felt comfortable around them, thinking they were constantly judging him, and naturally never had a girlfriend or even had his first kiss. Now he was surrounded by seven of them. Sheesh. The rest of the six hour trip from home was followed by another nap, before arriving at his college. It was a rather prestigious, large university with a large campus surrounded by a college town, and Casey was whisked away to an obscure corner of the campus where his dorm was, which luckily was close to a bus stop to get around campus. Casey started unpacking but was quickly met by one of his dorm-mates, a skinny girl with blonde hair and some glasses in a cute square frame. She wore a tank too and some short-shorts, which was relevant for the weather which was still warm from the summer. She excitedly introduced herself to Casey. "Hi!" Casey was caught off guard by a girl randomly approaching him, he can't recall that ever happening. "Uh, hi." Casey answered. Jeez, he could at least try to be a bit more sociable, he was going to be living with this girl, among others, for the next 9 months. The girl picked up on his awkwardness. "You don't have to be so reserved around us." She responded with a trustworthy smile. "I know it's not very traditional to have a building with a guy amongst a bunch of girls, but the lot of us weren't panning on using it as a source of tension. Despite the gender difference, we can still hang out and be friends as roommates!" Casey eased up on his defensiveness, the girl feeling very genuine in her response. "Heh, thanks. That makes me feel better, I didn't want to be treated as a creep or anything from something I couldn't control." "Oh, of course! We don't mind at all, as long as you respect our privacy and all that, but I don't think that'll be a problem since you got the best space in the house, your own bathroom and all…" she said with a bit of envy in her tone. "Oh, is there a problem with that?" Casey queried, picking up on her tone. The girl sighed. "Yeah, the seven of us sharing one toilet and shower has been quite the drag. So you're lucky you don't have to share it with us." Casey felt relieved he wouldn't have to take part in that. "Oh wow, is it really that bad?" "Yeah it is!" She started to blush. "This might be TMI, but I've almost been reduced to having to go in a bottle or a trash bin because it's occupied. That's how bad it is!" Oh damn. Now Casey felt really lucky he wouldn't have to take part in that fiasco. But he also felt kind of bad. He was only one guy using a whole bathroom, he felt like a bit of a hog. "I mean, I obviously won't be using it that much, if you ask I'll let you use it, i-if that's makes it any better." Casey blurted out, before almost immediately regretting that statement. Don't be a creep, inviting girls into your room to use your bathroom where you could listen, what are you doing?!? "You know, I might have to take you up on that offer. It gets pretty bad sometimes! I promise I'll try to stay out of your way as much as I can!" Casey breathed a sigh of relief, luckily this girl is bubbly and outgoing enough to not be offended or creeped out, it seems. "Yeah, don't worry, there's no harm in asking. I didn't catch your name, the name's Casey, by the way." "Oh! Right! My name is Jenna, let me add me to our group text, too! The group has been talking a lot about you, Casey." Jeez, does his existence as the opposite gender warrant so much attention? After sharing information Jenna returned back inside and Casey went back to unpacking, pleasantly surprised about how well the conversation went. Casey set up his room and by the time he was finished, he was exhausted from lugging his stuff up a flight of stairs to his room. While unpacking he met two other girls, one an short asian girl with black hair and red dyed tips. She gave Casey a polite wave before heading out the door, appearing to be in a hurry. The other being Sandra, his roommate next door who introduced herself after hearing the noise from Casey moving in. She was a chubby dirty-blonde haired girl that seemed a bit more reserved. Casey did acknowledge, unintentionally, her large breasts. He tried not to be creepy, but her low-cut t-shirt made it hard not to notice. It was also difficult not to be aware of her pressing need to pee. Sandra's pressing of her thighs in her leggings and slight dips and bobs as she shuffled her feet back and forth made it clear she had an urgent need to piss. After exchanging introductions she quickly excused herself to the restroom, which was right across from Casey's room. Although unfortunately for her, it appeared to be occupied. She sighed and waited for the occupant to finish powdering their nose, whoever they were. As mentioned, Casey was beat after a long day, and couldn't even bring himself to prepare the ramen noodles he brought with him, and slipped into his stiff but adequate bed, calling it a night. The next morning he was awoken by a light knock. Knock knock… "Just a few more minutes…" Casey murmured, thinking it was his mom trying to wake him up. Knock knock knock… Casey buried his head in his pillow, trying to shut out the noise. BANG BANG BANG!! The banging startled Casey awake, suddenly remembering he wasn't in his home. He shot out of bed, thinking something was wrong. A fire in the building?? He opened the door, only then realizing he removed his shorts the previous night, going to bed in his t-shirt and some rather form fitting briefs. At the door was Jenna, in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties and a bra, doubled over and hopping from foot to foot. Casey didn't think he's seen anyone so desperate for a piss in his life. "Jenna?! Is everything ok? What's with the banging?!" Casey made an attempt to cover himself, Jenna's perky cleavage presenting itself straight to Casey as she hunched over. Casey covered his lower bits partly out of shame but also to stifle an erection that was inevitable given the situation. "H-hey Casey! S-sorry to wake you up… I know it's sudden, b-but I really need to call in that favor now!" Jenna gripped her crotch intensely, squirming fiercely, fidgeting her large behind up I. The air behind her, with puppy dog eyes begging for the use of Casey's commode. "O-of course! Go right ahead!" Casey said awkwardly. Jenna didn't need a second invitation. She dashed past Casey, still hands in crotch, and sped into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door. A second followed before a tremendous stream could be heard, followed by an equally loud moan of relief. Casey was taken aghast, a half naked girl was pissing a waterfall practically next to him as he waited outside the door, tempted to take a peek out of sheer curiosity but he wouldn't dare. Even so, to call Jenna free-spirited was an understatement. After a few minutes the stream slowed to a trickle, then nothing, followed by a well needed sigh of relief, then a flush. Casey fiddled with the items in his desk, in an attempt to seem unaware or uninterested, like he wasn't listening. Jenna reappeared, looking much more relaxed. "Phew, thanks for that, Case. I guess that's what I get for downing a bunch of drinks before bed!" Casey tried to play it cool. Tried. "Oh, uh, you're welcome, it sounded like you really needed to go." "I guess you heard that huh? Yeah, it was bad, not sure if you could tell but my bladder was bulging like crazy! I don't recall ever needing to go that bad before. It felt really good too…" "W-well, if you ever need to go again, I don't mind." Whoa Casey! You're getting ahead of yourself, what are you doing?! "You know what, I think I will…~" Jenna said. Was that a bit of flirtation in her voice? "Thanks again Case, I'll see you around!" Jenna exited his room, as free as a bird. Casey was feeling hot in the face? What just happened? He felt barely awake enough to process what happened. He followed Jenna to close the door to his dorm, and looked out across the landing to see another girl waiting outside the bathroom, with dark skin and braided black hair and green eyes shining like emeralds, crossing her legs, looking right back at him, having witnessed the whole series of events. Casey turned beet red, and slammed the door out of shame and awkwardness. He slumped to the ground, trying to process what the hell just happened, his mind racing. He took a deep breath and decided to take a shower and clear his head. He glanced at the clock and saw it hadn't even been past 10am. Casey hadn't even been in his dorm for 24 hours and he'd already seen three desperate girls in his dorm, one of which was literally pissing a pressure hose just a few feet from where he stood. What has he gotten himself into? End of Part 1
  8. Hello everyone! I'm currently studying Japanese, and I would say I know it well enough to be able to translate most text that would come out of omo content. So, if you have anything you'd like to see translated, bring it here! I didn't know what to put for tags so I just threw in some things I personally like (let me know if this is incorrect usage). A few guidelines: I may sporadically be busy, so excuse me if I go inactive at random (I'll try my best though) Nothing too large. Single images and collections of a few images are preferable, and I likely won't have time to translate, like, 30 pages. Male omo, messing, and diapers do not appeal to me, but I will still translate them. Don't expect my translations to be perfect! I'm still learning after all (there might be parts I can't figure out so watch out for that). And I might as well offer some evidence that I can actually do this, so here's an sample: Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/93491011 (がまんがまん by わたからし) Transcription: おしっこが限界の状態でM字開脚20分(手で前を押えるの禁止) ふる ぷる Translation: While at the pee holding limit, keeping legs open in an M shape for 20 minutes (Prohibited from using hands in the front) *tremble* *tremble*
  9. I’m a fan fiction writer and I want to draw but I have no idea what to do so send suggestions! What are your favorite tropes and why? What are your favorite poses? What is something new I could try? I need inspiration. I tagged some stuff I already like (I like more but that’s all I had room for but I’m honestly down to experiment with anything)
  10. So there I stood, in my room, with a soaking wet and massively messed diaper between my legs. I had just peed and pooped in a diaper for the first time since I was a toddler, and it was the greatest thing I'd ever felt. How did I get here? Let's rewind a little. My name is Lexi, and I'm 16 years old and a Sophomore in high school. I'm a completely average kid. Dirty blond long hair I like to keep in a braid, normal average clothing that spans from t shirts, crop tops, hoodies, jeans, leggings and sweats. I had a normal childhood, two loving parents, and largely not a care in the world. That is, until I took up babysitting. Two years ago when I was 14, I took up babysitting as my first job. It was easy enough. I watched over young kids while their parents had date nights, occasionally having a long weekend to myself with a little kid when parents needed some time away. But as I babysat, I quickly discovered something about myself. I was curious about diapers. I had babysat a couple of times for some kids two and under, and they were all in diapers. While thinking nothing of it at first, everytime I saw them pee or poop themselves made my curiosity run wild. What did that feel like? That seems so convenient. Toilets are disgusting anyways. I wonder what a diaper is like? But just as quickly as these thoughts were born in my brain, I tried to shut them out. Teenage girls aren't supposed to think like this! Diapers?? I'd never hear the end of it from my friends! But the seed was planted, and the idea of diapers never quite left my head. I struggled with these feelings for two years of babysitting. Two years of watching kids wet and mess themselves with not a care in the world. Two years of wondering what it could be like. Two years of contemplating taking that step. But it was also two years of guilt and shame for having these thoughts. Being a teenager is hard enough, am I right? I battled with these thoughts every time I babysat until I decided to finally go for it and take two pairs of pullups from a kid I babysat for when I was 16. They had stacks of them in the closet, they weren't going to miss two more. And besides, at that point, things had become unbearable. All I could think about was diapers. Every day I would state off into space, thinking about wearing a diaper and using it. I would read stories of TDBLs and ABDLs. I even began watching videos of people wearing and using diapers! Some of these videos were straight up porn, and to my 16 year old brain this only caused my shame and guilt to grow just as fast as my desire to try a diaper. But one I had the two pullups in my possession, I stuck with my decision. I just had to know. And now was the perfect time. I had the next two days to myself, mostly. I had Thursday and Friday off of school, while my parents would still be at work. That means I had two full days at home alone to try out a diaper for the first time. I spent all week thinking only about Thursday and Friday. I couldn't wait! Thursday morning finally came, and my head popped off the pillow with a huge grin. "Yes!" I said aloud to no one in particular. I was just that excited. My parents were already gone, so the house was quiet. I groggily walked downstairs to have some leftover coffee from the pot my dad made, expecting a note about some chores while I had my off days, but there wasn't one. Even better! I sat in the morning silence, just taking it all in as I sipped my coffee. These next two days we're going to be incredible. "Okay, it's time." I said to myself. I walked myself back upstairs into my room, and closed the door. I took off my baggy t shirt and the sweatpants I had slept in. I was now standing in just a pair of white panties. I took a second to look at myself in the mirror. "If this is as good as I think it's going to be, this woll be the last time I wear panties for the next two days" I said, blushing. I reached into my closet and pulled out one of the two pullups. "This looks alot like a pair of my granny panties!" I said with a laugh. The pullups were white with multicolored stars on the front, and blue elastic on the sides. Since it was a pull-up, there were no snaps or tapes to worry about, all I had to do was put it on like a pair of underwear. I slid off my panties, and held out the pullups to look at one more time. "Well, here goes nothing!" I said. My breathing quickened, and my heart rate sped up. I stepped into the pullups one foot at a time, then slowly pulled them up my legs. It was a tight fit, seeing as how they were from a toddlers stash, but they did fit. Once they were fully on, it felt as if the world paused. I looked at myself again the the mirror, naked except for a pull-up on. My cheeks were flushed, and my chest was having up and down from my quick breathing. I didn't, couldn't rather, say a word. I loved it. I kept turning around in the mirror and looking at the pullups on my body. I ran my hands all around it, hearing the soft crinkle and feeling it against my nether regions. I shuddered with delight as the soft cotton rubbed against my vagina. It was *heavenly*. And to top it all off, I could feel myself getting turned on. It's no secret that diapers were a sexual experience for some ABDL wearers, and my occasional smut watching and reading really solidified this desire in me. As I ran my hands all around the diaper, I decided to stick a hand down the front of my diaper. And I certainly was turned in, I was already soaking wet down there, and not from pee! "Speaking of which, I need to do that" I said to myself, bringing me out of a semi -lucid stupor of feeling myself. I had Already been awake an hour and I hadn't used the bathroom yet. I purposefully didn't use the bathroom before I went to bed either, in an attempt to have as much pee ready for this as I could. And the coffee was no random act either. If I enjoyed what it felt like to pee myself, my body was soon going to tell me it was time to poop, and I'll only have minutes to decide if I'm doing that in my diaper or in the toilet. I stared at myself in the mirror for a little bit longer before I took a step back and spread my legs. I had to pee really bad at this point, and I was more determined than ever to do it in my pull-up. I closed my eyes and let go... And nothing happened. I looked down, trying to figure out the problem. Fighting against 16 years of potty training really was an issue! I kept trying to push it out while standing there but it wasn't happening. So I thought to myself, let's try and trick my brain into thinking I'm on a toilet! I sat on the edge of my bed, with only the back of my butt on the covers, leaving the bottom of my pull-up largely out in the open air. I started to picture myself in a bathroom, on a toilet, and used every ounce of power I had to just let go of my pee. And then it happened. I let out a surprised help as he first spurt of pee hit the pullup with a loud hiss. Now that the flow had started, I put my hand on the front of my pull-up, knowing the rest of pee was about to come out weather I wanted it to or not. I quickly felt more warmth and heard the loud hissing once more. The warmth spread across my hand, and the hissing was a steady, hypnotizing sound. I closed my eyes and let out a loud "OOOOOHHHHhhhhh...." That trailed off. I peed for maybe 20 seconds before it trailed off and stopped. I stood up. My once white pull-up was now a deep yellow color, and the stars were no longer visible. And while the pullup once fit snuggly on my hips, the pee made it sag between my legs. It was swollen three sizes bigger, and I could no longer stand straight legged. I looked just like a toddler that wet themselves... Well, because I did just wet myself. And I loved it!! I spent the next five minutes staring at myself in the mirror, turning in place to look at the pullups from all angles. While it certainly sagged, it hadn't shown any signs of leakage, nor did it strain to stay up on my hips. I was impressed! I also spent that time rubbing the front of the diaper constantly, feeling the warmth in and under my crotch. It was truly mesmerizing, and unlike anything else I'd felt before. I was just about to fall into a sexual frenzy and shove my hand down the front of my diaper when I was interrupted by a knocking on door number 2. My stomach just had an audible groan, which snapped me back to my senses. I was now urgently aware that I had to poop, NOW. My morning coffee I had over an hour ago really did it's job, and now I had maybe minutes until this poop was coming out on its own! My breathing quickened all over again, and I got into a good position right away. I turned to the side, so I could see my butt in the mirror. I didn't have to trick myself into thinking I was on the toilet either, my poop was on its way already! I could feel it turtlehead in and out, I was barely hanging on. I bent over at the waist and put my hands on my knees. I took a breath and began to push, but I didn't really have to. It was more of a release, because as soon as I losened my sphincter, my poop shot out of my like a cannon. I was staring at the back of my pullups and watched it immediately grow two inches outward. Additionally, the total silence of my empty house meant I heard a very loud crinkle as my poop entered my pull-up. It was an extraordinary sight that I had no idea I would love so much, but I immediately was turned on by it even more. After the initial turd made my pullups tent out two inches, more was already on the way. Poop kept flowing out of me, now causing the sag down in addition to it's tenting out. While it was already an inch lower down my legs due to the pee, the poop that joined it caused the pullup to sag another inch straight down. I strained for maybe another minute, pushing out my poop and watching the back of the pullup shift and shuffle as more was added to the pile. Once I felt I was empty, I stood up and admired my work. "Oh. My. God." Was all I could say. I stood as straight legged as I could, but my now bulging, soiled diaper meant my legs were still spread. It was still yellow in the front, and as I turned around I could see it was a little brown in the back. It sagged so low, that now the pullup was indeed struggling to stay up. I felt the weight of my mess on my hips, and I thought it would slide right down my legs at any moment. I carefully caressed the pullup, cupping the tented mess at my backup, rubbing the still warm pee at the front. Needless to say, I was hooked. And that brings us back to now. There I stood. In my room. Alone. With a heavily messed and wet diaper. I had already made a very easy decision. "I need more."
  11. I wrote this ages ago for a friend on discord. Super quick backstory is that Horst and Fritz were soldiers in world war 2 who are also lovers and in their eyes at least even if not legally are married. I write Fritz and she writes Horst and generally it's set in the 1950s so all is nice and happy. 😁 Fritz has a pee kink that his husband indulges him in. She requested I write her a 5 times Fritz was desperate story that included peeing behind a tree. I did then realised that I hadn't squeezed in any trees so you get a bonus scenario. Also I had to let him pee after all that so you also get a bonus, bonus scenario. I hope you enjoy it. 1. On Exercise. Fritz lay in the damp grass, squirming and desperately trying to ignore the ache in his bladder as he watched the comings and goings at the enemy HQ. He’d been laying here for over an hour, watching as the guards patrolled the road leading to the small wooden building, trying to memorise their movements so he could lead his men inside and take out the enemy commander, hopefully ending the whole war in one move. The red team of the army always seemed to win these things but Groß, their company commander, had promised them all a weeks leave if the blue team of the air force won it this year. The man was a giant… bigger even than Fritz himself and as much as Fritz wanted that leave he wanted whatever punishment Groß might come up with if they lost even less. Luckily the army didn’t know that Fritz and his fellow air force officer trainees had a tactical genius on their side, a skinny fellow by the name of Mohn. Recruit Mohn might talk funny but he had a sound grasp of tactics and stunning good looks despite being way to thin. Fritz found him intriguing… and very, very attractive. He’s unsure whether it’s fear of failing his commanding officer or fear of disappointing his new crush that keeps Fritz where he is, squirming on the cold ground and desperately hoping that the order is given to attack before he wets himself, but either way, he doesn’t dare move, just glances round before surreptitiously squeezing his cock, the need to pee steadily growing. Gunfire erupts to his right, half the platoon causing the distraction as planned so Fritz along with Mohn and the remaining two men can slip into the HQ building unnoticed. The plan works perfectly and Fritz is up and running, squeezing himself one last time to keep from leaking before he follows the others, storming the building and taking the cursing army guys completely by surprise. Groß must have been nearby because he turns up not five minutes later, congratulating the men, patting Mohn’s shoulder and praising him for coming up with such a bold plan. Standing in the shadows Fritz smiles at the man, pleased that he’s getting recognition. Groß leaves and the rest follow, Mohn the last to leave barring Fritz himself. He watches as the tall, skinny man, dark hair hidden under his steel helmet gives him a shy smile, thanking Fritz for his part in the success of the mission. Fritz smiles back at his new found friend, wanting to stay, to ask him if he had plans for his leave… or did he maybe want to spend the week with Fritz. Of course his bladder has to choose this time to make itself known, reminding him that he was still desperate for a piss, the need temporarily forgotten in the adrenaline of attack. He squirms uncomfortably, frowning when he sees Mohn frown, probably thinking that Fritz was squirming because of him. “Sorry, it’s not you,” he mutters tightly, having to cross his legs as his bladder threatens to give out. “Sorry,” Fritz apologises again, desperate to reassure the shy man that it wasn’t anything he’d said or done. “Just desperate to pee,” Fritz says, cheeks flushing. “Maybe we can talk properly later… even spend leave together if you like?” Fritz doesn’t wait to hear a reply, need overwhelming him and forcing him to run out the door, looking for a secluded spot to pee. He’ll never make the treeline in time, even if he runs, Fritz thinks desperately. The rest of the platoon seems to have made their way back to barracks, it’s just him out there and Mohn inside, what if he comes out and sees you Fritz’s brain reminds him. Too late, it’s either pee here or wet himself. Desperately, Fritz fumbles with his buttons, fumbling them open as quickly as he can, reaching in to yank his cock out, aiming it at the side of the building and sighing in relief as his stream starts almost immediately, the flow gushing out of him strong and fast as it floods out to stain the wooden wall before dripping down to form a puddle at his feet. Biting back a moan at how good it feels to go after holding it for so long, Fritz is just shaking himself off and tucking himself away when he’s aware of Mohn approaching. How long has he been there, wonders Fritz, he’d been concentrating so much on the relief of peeing that he’d never even noticed the man. “Horst Mohn,” he says, holding out a hand to shake as Fritz looks up at him, face glowing at having possibly been caught with his cock out and moaning as he pissed. “If we’re going to be spending a whole weeks leave together you should probably know my first name,” the dark haired recruit continues with a shy smile. At least Fritz thinks that’s what he says, the strong Black Forest accent making Mohn… Horst, difficult to understand. “Fritz von Arnsfeld,” Fritz replies, “as you probably already know,” he murmurs, Fritz’s attraction for the man making him nervous. “You… you probably don’t want to shake my hand to be honest, not after…” he gestures to the damp wall and Horst blushes dropping his hand. “No, I suppose not,” he says quietly and Fritz hopes he hasn’t just ruined the start of what he hopes will be a firm friendship if nothing else. “Come on,” Horst continues, “let’s get back to base before Groß wonders what we’re up to.” Fritz finds himself flushing, knowing that Horst likely didn’t mean it the way his mind wished an encounter in the woods, just the two of them, could go. “Come on my new found friend… let’s go,” Fritz agrees, as they slowly make their way back to barracks for the debriefing. 2. Guard Duty. The hot Crete sun beats down on him as Fritz takes another sip from his canteen, the water not helping much to cool him down as he stands guard outside their small compound with Horst. He glances at his boyfriend, taking the chance to grab himself while Horst is looking the other way as the water adds to an already full and bulging bladder. Horst had snuck off for a pee break twenty minutes ago, Fritz promising to cover for him and Fritz is beginning to think that turning down his boyfriend’s offer of the same had been a bad idea. At the time he was confident that he could hold on but now, with all the water he’d been drinking, Fritz isn’t so sure. Horst turns back just as Fritz lets go of his cock. He might have missed that but he can’t miss the way Fritz is squirming as he paces back and forth, leg jiggling in an effort to distract Fritz from the pleasant ache in his bladder. Horst looks around, checking they are truly alone before he murmurs quietly, “why don’t you just go baby, you look like you’re bursting. I promise I’ll cover for you like you did for me, no one need know baby.” Fritz shakes his head stubbornly, determined to hold on. “It’s not worth it now,” he reasons, glancing at his watch. “Sergeant Beck will be here to relieve us in another ten minutes.” It’s a pretty thin excuse but Horst doesn’t say anything, merely gives him a long hard look. Fritz can hardly admit the real reason he hasn’t gone yet, that he enjoys this feeling of mounting desperation, confident that he can last another ten minutes, though probably not much longer. Twenty five minutes later and Fritz is a lot less confident, pacing non stop as he crosses his legs, bladder stretched to almost breaking point. “Shit,” he mutters to himself as he sneakily grabs his cock. “I’m going to have to go in a minute if he doesn’t turn up soon.” Five minutes later Klaus Beck finally puts in an appearance, rushing up to relieve them. Fritz doesn’t wait to hear the man’s explanation, rushing off instead to relieve himself and leaving Horst behind to give the sergeant a thorough bollocking. Fritz rushes into the nearby bushes, hurriedly whipping his cock out to let his stream flow swiftly as he waters the foliage in a downpour that lasts a good two minutes. The relief he feels as his bladder starts to empty is immense and Fritz has to bite his lip to keep from moaning in sheer delight. “Fuck that feels good,” he mutters to himself as the hot clear stream shows no signs of stopping after a minute. Finally his bladder is empty and Fritz can shake his cock free from the last few drops of piss that linger before tucking himself neatly back in his boxers. Horst is waiting for him a little way off and Fritz smiles shyly, hoping his boyfriend hadn’t heard his words of relief. “Feel better now?” Horst asks him playfully, smiling when Fritz casually drapes an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “Much,” Fritz replies. “We’re free until 18:00, whatever can we find to do,” he says with a matching smile as they walk back in the direction of their sleeping quarters. 3. Drunk. Fritz is so drunk, he thinks foggily as he weaves his way down the street, watching as Horst laughs at something Dieter says, the pair in front of him, almost as drunk as himself. He’s lost track of the number of pints he’s downed tonight but it’s plenty and they all seem to have hit his bladder at once as the ache that Fritz has felt all evening intensifies ten fold. They’ve just entered the darkened back streets of the sleepy town, still a fair way from getting home when Fritz stops dead, crossing his legs and grabbing for his cock as he feels his bladder complain again. The other two men are half way down the alley before they realise Fritz is no longer behind them. “Fritz, are you OK?” Horst calls out, hurrying back to him as he stands swaying, fumbling with the buttons of his fly, drink making him uncoordinated and unable to get them open quick enough. “Fuck I need to piss,” he slurs, fumbling in a panic as he feels his control starting to slip. “Can’t get my sodding trousers open, please Horst… I’m going to piss myself…” he looks up at his boyfriend, begging desperately for help as he struggles with the buttons. “I mean it,” Fritz whines desperately as Dieter snorts his amusement. “Gonna piss myself in a minute.” “Go help your drunken boyfriend,” Dieter says with a smothered laugh. “I’ll keep a look out.” Horst is already moving, batting Fritz’s fumbling fingers out of the way and smoothly undoing his trousers, pushing the fly open and pulling Fritz out of his pants, holding him when Fritz makes no move to grab himself just lets go, sighing in relief as he pees, golden stream strong and hissing out into the warm night, splashing against the cobbles. Fritz moans softly, too drunk to even think about holding in his feelings. “Feels good baby,” he slurs, turning towards Horst to thank him, Horst cursing as he has to try to steer Fritz back as his stream sprays wildly and Dieter falls about laughing. 4. Truck Journey. Fritz is regretting chugging down that last coffee at the base before they’d set off on the journey towards their new barracks. Like the rest of the company Fritz had no idea where they were going or how long it would be. Horst’s choice to sit as far back from the tailgate and the biting wind seemed good at the start of the journey but not so much now that Fritz was squirming and desperate for a pee. At least it was dark here and if he was careful Fritz could clutch his cock whenever the truck would hit a particularly vicious pothole causing the contents of Fritz’s bladder to slosh around painfully. “It’s no good,” Fritz whispers to Horst, who is sitting next to him. “I’m going to have to go out the back.” “You can’t baby,” Horst whispers back. Can’t you see the snow blowing in through the back, if you pee out there it will just blow back over you.” Fritz moans softly. “I’m bursting baby. That coffee has gone straight through me.” He jiggles his leg impatiently, bladder feeling hard and bloated. “Not sure I can hold on much longer,” Fritz confesses, cheeks red in the dim interior of the bouncing truck. The need hits Fritz again and he bites his lip and squirms in his seat, feeling Horst’s hand in his, squeezing softly. “Hold on baby… I’m sure it won’t be much longer.” Fritz doesn’t know how much longer it is before the truck arrives at their destination, just knows that he doesn’t care anymore who knows he needs to pee as he feels everyone must, his leg having been jumping constantly for the last twenty minutes. He’d even debated pissing in his steel helmet, so desperate was he to go before the pitch of the engine had changed and the truck had slowed and stopped. The second the tailgate is dropped Fritz is up, legs crossed as he waits to get off, receiving a mixture of sympathetic looks and low chuckles from his comrades around him. Fritz jumps down from the truck, groaning at the jolt to his bladder causes his cock to spurt, thankfully nothing showing under the thick winter greatcoat. He looks around desperately, searching for somewhere to pee but seeing nothing but white snow, instead of the base he was expecting. “Five minute stop for a rest break,” Groß calls out gruffly, Fritz hearing the giant man before he sees him. “Piss while you can lads, otherwise you’ll end up like poor von Arnsfeld here,” he laughs, clapping a squirming Fritz on the shoulder causing the contents of his bladder to slosh and a desperate wave of need to hit him. “Fuck, gotta go,” Fritz curses, racing for the relative privacy of the truck as he struggles to pull himself out through all the layers. As soon as the cold air hits his cock Fritz is pissing, turning the snow yellow as he soaks the truck’s tyre, too desperate to even try to write his name in the snow. “Fuck that feels better,” he sighs as his bladder drains and the rest of the company follow his lead, Horst moving to stand next to him out of the way, cock in hand as he waits for his bladder to release while the usual suspects stand out in the open, unashamed and laughing as they compete to see who can pee the furthest, the evidence of the winner clear in the virginal white snow. “That’s the closest I’ve come to pissing myself,” he whispers to Horst as his stream ends and his husband’s starts. Fritz tucks himself away slowly, taking his time and trying to watch his husband pee without making it too obvious what he’s doing. 5. Morning Briefing. Fritz shifts in his seat as his bladder complains loudly. He crosses his legs as casually as he can, watching as Horst squirms beside him, both of them feeling the urge to pee after waking up late and rushing to get ready, arriving at the morning briefing with the Kommandant with moments to spare. Unfortunately for both that means they had to rush straight there, no time to even pay a quick visit to the bathroom. Fritz watches as Horst bites his lip, pressing his legs together carefully. If his husband was feeling the pressure things were much worse for Fritz, always desperate to go first thing after he woke up. He squeezes his legs together unable to concentrate on anything but the feeling of desperation that makes Fritz squirm again and he risks jiggling his leg under the table. Hopefully Horst would be paying attention and could catch him up on anything he misses. The Kommandant drones on for what feels like forever to Fritz as he bites his lip and moans softly, jumping when the Kommandant clears his throat, enquiring if he’s alright. “Sorry sir, just a slight headache sir,” Fritz lies, squirming again, feeling a damp spot forming on the front of his boxers from the spurt he couldn’t contain when he’d jumped in surprise. “I think we can wrap things up there gentlemen,” the Kommandant tells them softly. “Make sure not to overdo things Major von Arnsfeld,” Karl tells him quietly and Fritz nods distractedly as he tries to compose himself enough to stand up without losing control when he untwists his legs. Horst stands, holding the door for him and Fritz practically runs out the door, heading for the washroom just down the corridor. Horst follows him, his own bladder no doubt feeling the strain but Fritz can’t stop to wait for him, rushing to the urinal and pulling his cock out as his control finally snaps, piss flowing like a fountain to hiss against the stained porcelain. “God that was close,” he moans, the relief feeling amazing as he pisses like a racehorse. 6. Against a tree bonus. Fritz squirms in his seat, every minute seeming to last an hour as he tries to concentrate on his work. It was all his husband’s fault that Fritz is feeling this exquisite torture, his bladder aching and full. Horst had called him at lunch time, for no other reason than to hear Fritz’s voice, his last words deceptively casual as he suggests that Fritz try not to visit the toilet between now and home time. Finally 17:30 arrives and Fritz can stand carefully, having to pause a moment and breathe through the need that hits him. He makes his way out, waiting in the car park for Kurt who had promised him a lift home. Ten minutes of desperate squirming later and a red faced Kurt rushes out, apologising to Fritz that something has come up and he needs to stay late and won’t be able to give Fritz that lift after all. “No problem Kurt, I can walk” Fritz calls out, crossing his legs as soon as his boss has gone back inside. Fritz is almost home, just reaching the edge of the forest and their cosy cottage nearly in sight when he realises that he’s not going to make it home before he wets himself. He looks around desperately for somewhere to go, deciding that he really has no option than to duck into the forest and go behind a tree, wishing that Horst was there to keep a look out but knowing getting caught peeing in the forest is far better than the alternative. Fritz unbuttons his trousers as swiftly as he can, pulling his cock out and sighing softly at the anticipation of the relief that’s to follow then swearing when his bladder refuses to empty despite the desperate need. “Oh, come on,” he curses, nervously looking around to see if anyone is around to see him like this. “I need to pee so bad,” he mutters. “Why won’t you just go.” Just as Fritz decides to give up and tuck himself away his brain decides to stop playing games and pee and he has to hurry to pull himself out again, pointing his cock at the tree as his stream finally starts. The relief is instant and almost orgasmic after holding it for so long, Fritz biting his lip and smiling to himself as he watches the tree bark darken where his pee soaks it, pouring out to leave a foaming puddle and a very large and very visible mark on the tree, obvious to anyone that passes by just what’s occurred. Feeling much better Fritz finishes off, shaking his cock well before he puts himself away, straightening his tie as he heads out of the forest to continue his journey home and share his experience with Horst. He’s looking forward to his husband’s reaction, wondering if Horst will even wait until tea is finished to drag him upstairs. +1 Fun in the sun. “Please baby, I need to go so bad,” Fritz begs as they walk arm in arm through the forest towards their glade. “Nearly there, hold it in just a little longer,” Horst orders, command voice giving Fritz no doubt that his husband expected to be obeyed. “Not sure I can baby, I’m really desperate… shouldn’t have had that second cup of coffee,” he groans. Fritz is dancing on the spot, panting in desperation as a wave of need hits him, his overfull bladder solid and bulging under his thin cotton shirt aches from the sheer volume of liquid Fritz is asking it to hold. He clutches his cock, moaning in desperation as he tries to walk the last few metres to the privacy of the glade, unwilling to let go here where there’s a slim chance someone might walk by but really not sure he can hold out, his control right on the edge. “Concentrate sweetheart, breathe through it and hold on just a few more minutes,” Horst says softly, hand soothing against Fritz’s back as he jams both hands between his legs to keep from leaking and shuffles the short distance into the glade, every step making him feel like he’s going to leak and lose it at any moment. “Good job baby, you made it.” Fritz sighs in relief, the trees seeming to form a protective circle round the pair of them that hide them from prying eyes and the outside world. “Can I go now baby… please. I’ve been ever so good and not leaked at all but I can’t hold on much longer.” The feeling of safety, the relief that he’s made it has made the need spike and Fritz whimpers, feeling the pee trying to force itself out of his cock despite his best efforts. “It’s coming baby… I can’t stop it, it’s coming.” “It’s OK sweetheart, you have permission to go. Let’s just let’s get these clothes off and you can…” Horst voice trails off, as he watches the wet spot that appears on the front of Fritz’s trousers grow in size, Fritz sighing in relief and letting go as soon as he hears Horst give permission, his aching bladder seconds from giving out. “Ahhhh, that feels so good baby,” Fritz moans as the warm wetness floods his boxers, soaking his trousers and running down his legs. “Fuck that feels nice, so warm and good.” The front of Fritz’s trousers are absolutely soaked, the back pretty wet too where his pee has soaked through as Fritz just relaxes completely, moaning in relief and pleasure. “Thanks baby,” Fritz murmurs, happy smile covering his face and wet trousers tenting obscenely showing just how much Fritz had enjoyed his accident. “Thanks for pushing me… for letting me test my limits. Just let me get out of these wet things and I’ll show you just how much I appreciate you.” Author’s Note: I imagine Fritz asking Horst one day if he can be denied the use of the toilet one morning and forced to drink as much as he can then slowly walk to their glade. He can do anything he likes to hold it back, like grab his cock and cross his legs but he’s not allowed to leak. Horst was planning to undress his husband before letting Fritz pee but could see how close to losing it Fritz was so gave him permission, still thinking he could at least get his trousers off before Fritz lets go. As soon as Fritz hears he has permission his control breaks and he loses it then and there so it’s almost an honest accident but obviously it’s a planned one. There was no way he was holding it back at that point then in my mind.
  12. So I've noticed the lack of male ono stories, so I decided I should try and write some. This is my first story, so leave some criticism for me to improve myself. Enjoy! Xander was a pretty average(-ish) guy- brown hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and a nice, muscular build. He was at the boys' sports team. And he played football pretty well, it was honestly surprising he wasn't the captain of the team! And yet, every man has at least one flaw. For Xander, it was having a small bladder. So far, nobody really noticed his 'flaw', until it was his 18th birthday.. "Xander! Wake up, dumbass, Mom made you your favorite omelette!" Allen, Xander's 15-year-old brother, yelled out while tugging on his brother's PJs. Hearing the news, Xander got up, and ran to the kitchen in a span of what seemed like 5 seconds. (he likes his omelette. don't judge the man.) "Xander! You're finally up, happy birthday." his mom exclaimed as she put Xander's plate in front of him. And inside the plate was.. "A Classic-Denver Omelette! Holy cow!" Xander only had those omelettes for special occasions. And what would be better to eat than a Classic-Denver Omelette on his 18th birthday? "Happy birthday, dear! Now, I suggest you eat quickly, you woke up pretty late. The school bus never waits, and you know that very well!" his mom said. Xander gobbled up his omelette, made himself some coffee to wake up, and ran to his room to change his clothes. He combed his hair, forgot to brush his teeth, grabbed his backpack, and ran outside. Xander made it to the bus stop just in time, thankfully. But as he got on the bus, he got a small tingling feeling at his lower chest. 'Shit. I better use the bathroom right after I get to the school,' he thought. He sat next to a window, and to his horror, he saw the rain starting to pour. 'Damn it!' Xander exclaimed internally. The bus stopped next to the school, and the students went pouring out of the bus. Just like how the rain was pouring to the ground. Xander went out of the bus last while fighting the urge to hold himself. He was walking, or wobbling, to the entrance. He opened the doors to the school, and his football team surrounded him. "Happy birthday, mate!" "My boy's finally an adult." and similar sentences could be heard throughout the hallway. to be continued. i guess.
  13. I am going to test my first challenge on Milovana, starting now... Anyone wanna join in? Send me a DM if you feel for it 🥰
  14. Decided since I have the day to myself and I have some writting to do that I would chalenge myself abd see how wet I get.. Feeling kind of desperate already, bladder feels quite full and there is a constant twinge. I had 2 coffees and a glass of water, going on number 2. I have been holding since 7:30 Let me know how you are doing!
  15. Can’t wait to let y’all in on what will hopefully be some fantastic OC content. My wife has finally decided to open a MV account making some LEGIT, REAL LIFE desperation videos. She has done things for me personally but now wants to stretch her legs on going public. We will be making true amateur content that isn’t faked. She will be putting herself in situations where she has no choice but to hold until the dam breaks. The first of which is being made this weekend where she will be having a few alcoholic drinks and “breaking the seal” a few times before attempting to make the journey home about 40min away. Can’t wait to see how this turns out. We will be recording the entire journey home catching every squirm, squeeze and crotch grab until the inevitable happens. Till then…✌🏻
  16. Not sure if this is the correct place to post, or if it's ok to post it at all... I am looking forward to get home from work and start filling up my bladder... 🤩 Planning some lovely hours desperation while beeing diapered. I would love to go online with a female into desperation and bladder control, or a female into holding, and bursting... Lets have a drinking-, pee- and holding challenge together. Voice chat and cam.... Send me some words if you feel for playing ❤️
  17. (Hey all, this is a story I've been brainstorming for quite some time. I hope to take this one to a good length and that you'll all enjoy this little personal project! That being said, some details should be given about this story to gauge your interest as a reader. This story contains excessive, unrealistic, and near or plainly impossible bladder holding and body standards often referred to as "hyper". The story is merely an exaggeration of real life, and should be treated as nothing more than a fun story. This story also has rather intense scenes of male and female lust and sex, including full bladder sex. If the idea of sex and sexual themes, beit inside or outside the context of omorashi, make you uncomfortable, this story is probably not for you. Feedback is always appreciated. Ideas for the story and constructive criticism is always appreciated! Without further ado, please enjoy the story! -OrionsBelt) Chapter I: Local Bar, Saturday, 1:48AM Avalynn emptied her third and final drink of the night as she sat at the bar. She could start to feel herself feel the effects of it's alcohol content. The cocktails are by no means weak, but she had a rather strong tolerance built from her college days. She sighed in disappointment. It's been another day without a man to take home to fulfill her primitive needs. She even got all dressed up for it. She was by all means an attractive woman: she was on the short side, but her chest, rump, thighs, and hips were plump enough to show off, which she did with a black mini-skirt and a low cut blouse to accentuate her busty cleavage. She even went the extra mile to wear a pretty skimpy thong to please anybody lucky enough to get a peek. She twirled her brown wavy bangs, and looked around the room one last time. It was late on a Friday night, it seemed everyone in the bar was minding their own business, partying and celebrating the end of the week and the start of the weekend. No one seemed interested in hooking up, despite a few looks of speculation at her eye candy. Closing time was soon, the bar was pretty much empty by now, but something else was not. A lurch from her bladder forced her attention. She wasn't necessarily thin: she had a bit of chub on her belly, but her bladder created a noticeable bump in her abdomen beyond that, that stretches the waistband of her mini skirt. It was about time, Ava thought to herself. She had been holding for a day and a half, and only now did her bladder start to give a strong response. One and a half days of holding back her urine would seem beyond realistic to exceeding impossible, but it was fairly normal for Avalynn. Despite her rather small frame, she was blessed with a bladder that could stretch and contort better than any contortionist. She could easily hold for days, but just as anyone else, she had a limit, even if that limit was bewilderingly high for anyone of a "normal bladder", as Ava would often put it. Yes, she found a sense of pride in her unique ability, she scoffed at the idea of using a bathroom that wasn't her own, and she would often tease her friends in college about how badly they needed to pee all the time. Ah, she missed those days. Nevertheless, her bladder desired her attention, although, knowing herself, she knows she could hold on for a fair bit longer, perhaps until the morning and then some, making it well into two days of holding. Her best was roughly three and a half days of torturous holding, after she made it a personal challenge to not relieve herself on a camping trip with her family 5 years ago when she was 18. That was certainly tough, especially with the heat causing her to drink plenty to stay hydrated. She recollected on her hold of the past day and a half. She woke up on Thursday with a very strong urge to piss having held for another two days beforehand. She decided to relieve herself upon getting out of bed, doing so over the course of several minutes. This was just another natural occurrence for her: her bladders extreme elasticity and strength allowed liters upon liters of liquid to flow through her like a hot knife through butter. Her "metabolism" for liquid is seemingly very strong, as it seems everything that goes in is quickly transformed into a near equal amount of urine in her bladder. Not to worry, she still receives some good hydration and nutrients from anything she drinks, no matter how much of it is filtered through to her capacious tank in her abdomen. The rest of her Thursday went as to be expected for a work day. Avalynn works at a design firm as a promising designer herself, but is still stuck with mostly busywork given her lack of experience, having just finished her degree the Spring semester last year. The AC in the old building was having some issues, so Ava spent her workday drinking plenty of water and iced tea on the warm Spring day. It wasn't too bad for her, but she felt for the guys wearing long pants today; she was only mildly warm in her professional but short skirt and blouse. Work otherwise went smoothly, she went home, ate dinner, browsed the internet, and went to sleep... Just a normal day for Ava. Except... There was another aspect of Avalynn that is more than meets the eye other than her gargantuan bladder capacity. Ava had a fantastic and relentless libido. Yes, it seemed ever since her teen years she was as easy to bring to heat as an egg in a spitting hot pan. She would often bring several pairs of panties to work or out on the town just in case she drenched the ones she was currently wearing. In fact, it was mostly the reason she wore what was basically a thong tonight; it was less likely to chaff her legs as it got wet with her juices. And that night, just as any night, morning, day, or afternoon, her panties were sopping wet with her lust. Oh, how badly she wanted to hook up tonight, and feel a deep hard cock feeling up her insides... Errr, excuse me... Any given day, right after she wakes up, right after she gets home from work, and right before she goes to bed, she needs a way to relieve herself of her lust. Sometimes if she has time, she'll even try to squeeze a session to relieve herself before she leaves for work, and during or after dinner. On some desperate occasions she even did it in the company restroom. - Not relieving herself of any burden of her bladder, of course. Unfortunately for poor Ava, she could never feel truly satisfied from her attempts at relief even with toys and the best "self-help" books and materials, she craved something big and warm inside her. - Besides her bladder. Anyway, Friday. Wake up, go to town on herself, and go to work. This Friday was especially fortunate, as the office had landed a big long-term client, and the office was in celebration. Plenty of drinks, food, and good times were had. Ava in particular succumbed to the seduction of her favorite drinks of lemonade and Cola, drinking what seemed to be liters and liters of the sweet drinks, along with the coffee and water she would normally drink. By this point Ava's bladder, having held on for more than a day, was rather needy in its requests to excuse itself. Ava enjoyed the feeling of a slowly filling bladder, knowing at some point she would be able to spill all of its contents for minutes on end, providing her with the best satisfaction she could feel without the aid of some male organs. Mmm... It sure would feel good though... After drinking her weight in sugar drinks and water, Ava's other needs called to her at the end of the work day. She decided "What the hell?" and go out looking for someone to hook up with, something she hasn't done since her early college days. She hasn't had the best of luck with them in the past, but her attempts at relieving her libido continued to grow more and more tiresome and less satisfying, so she had to mix it up a bit. And here she was, after spending the good part of 6 hours trying to look cute and sexy to the patrons of the bar, she turned up empty handed. "Damnit..." She squeezed her legs together as her needy pussy dripped in lust. Her panties were soaked, and it was her last pair after changing out of two previous pairs. Having going into the bathroom to switch out her undergarments, her bladder quietly pleaded at the sight of the toilet, but Ava barely acknowledged it as her desire for her other need outweighed it, but it seems to be shifting by this point. "Sighhhhhh..." Ava never felt quite so needy and alone in her life. Sure, all she wanted was a hook-up, but she wished she had her college friends back, or even just someone with something in common to chat with, perferably a guy with a good package... And chiseled abs... And could bench press a bear... And had a scruffy beard... and had a 12 inch- "Excuse me? Miss...?" Ava snapped back to reality, her sad, horny, lonely reality. "Oh? Huh?" The bartender looked at her with a polite smile. "You seemed to be dosing off or lost in your thoughts. I hate to interrupt but we're asking patrons of the bar to begin to exit, if you please." "Oh, uh, sure. Sorry... What do I owe?..." She looks up at the bartender. Except, it wasn't the one that was serving her drinks before. The one that did was shorter, and didn't speak a word, only nodding at the request of more drinks and small talk, with not interest in her. Perhaps he was a mute, which should've been her first clue this one was different. She had a few drinks, cut her some slack. She looked up at the new bartender. His face was grizzled with light brown facial hair with flowing brown hair the barely covered his right eye of blue hue. His smile and face oozed charisma and charm, and his frame, its like she had to crick her neck as she looked up at him. Six foot, two inches at the very least, which towered over her modest height of five foot four. His shirt was tight and showed he had some muscle, not a bodybuilder, but he definitely worked out, maybe enough to even lift her off her feet. Her attraction to him was swift and forceful, her lady parts being sent into overdrive as it burned with passion and need. She could be turned on by a variety of people, but... but... She needed him. "Hey, you're not the same bartender as before.~" She said with a slightly flirtatious tone. "Yep. I'm the closing 'tender. I make sure everyone gets their last drinks in before getting out. And those too stubborn or drunk to leave, I make them leave." He said in a joking-but-serious way. Ava laughed with him. "Well, I promise I won't give you any trouble. What's your name?" She asked as she played with her hair a bit. "Matthew. And you're Avalynn, right?" Ava was a bit taken aback he already knew her name. "What, are you a psychic or something? How did you know my name?" she questioned playfully. "...Your name is on the bill, silly." Urp. Uh, a little awkward, but Ava persisted. "Yeah, I suppose I am, hehe. I guess I had a little too much to drink... And stayed out later than I thought." "That's alright Ms. Avalynn. If you're not comfortable, we can order a cab for you to get home in." "No! I want to talk to you! Please! Come home with me! Take me! Breed me!!!" her lustful brain thought to herself. Ava could hardly repress her urges at this point. Even if the conversation was a bit awkward, she needed him more than she needed air to breath. "I'm... not really comfortable taking a cab. Do you... think I can stay here at the bar for a while, Matthew...?" She looked at him with puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work on her parents. Matthew conceded. "I suppose you can stay until after I close, and call me Matt, Ms. Avalynn." "Oh, thank you Matt! And, you can just call me Ava, ok?~" Ava said with a bit of seduction in her voice as she presented her bosom on the bar, which in turn contorted her expanding bladder. "Ava, I like that name. I'm gonna get some of these stragglers out of here, then we can chat some more, ok?" And so time quickly passed to 3:30 AM, one and a half hours after close. Ava and Matt certainly hit it off, as they found more and more in common: music tastes, video games, books and movies, and even shared the same soda preferences. All the while Ava was subtly flirting with him and revealing a little more of herself to him, which he started to reciprocate by being seductive back. "Ok. Its time to reel him in." Ava thought to herself. "Hey Matt,~ I know its late and we just met, but... do you think you can take me back to my apartment...? You can come inside if you'd like, I'll make some coffee, my treat~" Ava laid her cards on the table, all that was left was to see Matt's hand. He took the hint. "Sure thing Ava, I'd love to bring you home safe and sound. Lets get going." Ava began to sat up from her stool, a bit too fast in her excitement. Her bladder sloshed and ached as she stood, it took a conscious effort to hold her dam shut after being inactive for a while. "A-ah~" She winced in pain as she struggled to compose herself. "You okay Ava?" Matt asked sincerely. "Y-yeah. Just had a bit too much to drink is all, I really gotta pee. I can wait till I'm home though." "By all means, then lets hurry to your place." Matt stepped from behind the counter, and it was the first time Ava saw his lower half... And could plainly see a bulge in his pants that snaked down his pant leg a bit. This couldn't have gotten Ava any more excited as she was practically dripping with enthusiasm from her pussy. All she had to do was play along, and she was sure she could score a winner. And so she did. It was a short drive to her place but it took an even shorter amount of time for the two to get busy once they were in her apartment. Ava liked her men "big", and Matt was no exception. His penis, amazingly, was ten inches long. That bulge she saw? Only half-mast. As Matt penetrated her over and over again on her bed she felt she would split in half, but her excess pussy juices made his dick of such length and girth slide almost effortlessly in and out of her. Along with that, his cock pushed on her already swollen bladder, stretching it and contorting it to the point that her abdomen bulged a few inches from the rest of her body. And that's not all. When Matt came, his load was excessive. It filled her womb with his hot seed and made her belly bulge almost another half inch. She finally reached what she desired after so long. Being full of a deep, long cock, with a uterus full of hot cum. She felt full, and satisfied. The intense sex and orgasm after orgasm persisted long into the night, only when the light of dawn broke were the two lovers in heat able to be exhausted to the point of drifting off to sleep in Ava's bed. Ava could finally say she was satisfied of her burden, and she dozed off. But her bladder could not say the same, and it would not for quite some time. To be continued.
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  19. View File I'm so bursting I'm pee I'm so hot Desperate to urinate with my pink thongs, Pee Cameltoe. Again desperate to urinate, I can't stop moving for despair, but to see in my jean short Submitter evangelynex Submitted 01/12/2023 Category Female  
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  22. Hi everyone, Is anyone aware of any videos where the model has an extended holding contest with the viewer? In other words, where she keeps regularly drinking but also telling you when to drink, how much, possibly along with other instructions, and you see whether you can last longer than her?
  23. Hey! does anyone know a source of more long form holding content? like something where the persons desperation builds up slowly over time and they preferably talk a lot about it. Bladder bulges would also be appreciated ❤️.
  24. So I’m wanting to hold today but I also really need to do chores around my apartment. I was thinking there may be some sort of game or holding contest like thing that I could do to motivate my chores. But I don’t have a ton of ideas. I’m open to suggestions
  25. View File Pee in my white thong Pee after a stream holding, you can see the big puddle on the floor Submitter evangelynex Submitted 01/07/2023 Category Female  
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